Draco tensed behind him, his cock dipping a fraction deeper as warmth filled Henry’s channel. He wrapped one of his thick arms around Henry’s chest, his hand caressing Henry’s throat as he continued to swallow around Eduard’s length.
“Come,” Draco growled into his ear, and Henry couldn’t do anything else. His body jolted, pushing back further on Draco and he cried out against the pleasure-pain that filled him.
Eduard sucked on the tip of his dick, taking everything he offered into his mouth. When Henry finally went lax, Eduard raised his head. Draco leaned over and sucked the remaining drops of come from Eduard’s tongue. He made a happy sound, rotating his hips against Henry’s ass as he tasted his release.
“Good boy,” Draco praised. He curled back up against Henry’s back, moving his head to the side so he could tease at Henry’s lips. He could taste himself on Draco’s lips and his body twitched again.
Draco’s pulled his cock out of Henry’s hole and he felt the rush of fluids dripping from him. Draco slipped a finger back into him, keeping his spend inside and spreading it around. Henry wiggled into the touch, his ass sore but still aching to be filled. Draco hadn’t even been all the way inside him, but damn had it been good.
Sawyer
Sawyer had claimed the overstuffed chair in what he was calling the library of the house. The room had one wall of bookcases, several big leather club chairs with ottomans, and a large dark wood table where Sawyer had planned on finishing his final project.
His ass wasn’t having any of it, though. The mere thought of his hole had it twitching and Sawyer groaned. His head fell back against the arm rest and he cursed his mind for reminding him of the pounding he’d taken the night before.
He ached. There was no other way to describe it. And his ass was so tender he couldn’t bear sitting down. Needless to say the wooden chairs that surrounded the work table were out. No way could he handle sitting on one of them. He’d tried and jumped back up again with a yelp of pain.
Sawyer ended up finding a comfortable position sitting sideways in one of the club chairs. He’d stuffed a pillow behind his back and draped his knees over the opposite arm. Henry was sitting the same way in a chair beside him with one of the books on magic Eduard had brought on his lap.
“Stop thinking about it,” Henry said with a laugh.
“I can’t!”
Henry snickered again and raised his eyes. Draco came rambling into the room again, still mostly dragon. He’d brought them both little bits of food all morning, offering Sawyer a strawberry and Henry a bite of cheese. Then he brought little bits of egg, or meat, or other fruit. And then warm croissants.
Sawyer had a little stack of gifts beside his chair. A pretty flower obviously plucked from outside somewhere. A brand new laptop in a box. He’d given Henry a shiny new tablet that wasn’t even on the market yet. And a pretty rock that was smoothed by years of water and glistened whenever the light hit it.
He’d brought Sawyer his favorite T-shirt, so soft and worn it was nearly see-through in a few places. Henry had on another of his shirts. They were both swimming in them, but Draco had given them both heated glares when he’d pulled the material over their heads.
“It’s totally not fair that Eduard and Andvari aren’t going through this. Just because we’re human doesn’t mean he has to go all cave man and protective. Do any of your books say how long he’s going to be like this?” Sawyer asked.
Henry shook his head. “Probably a while. I mean, how long has he been waiting for a chance to have sex with his mate? Not to mention what he did to Eduard. And me. Oh, goddess, I’ll be having happy dreams about that for the rest of my life.”
Sawyer scowled and shoved at the book he’d been pretending to read. “I can’t believe you let me sleep through it all.”
“Ha!” Henry burst out laughing for several minutes, earning another glare from Sawyer. “Sleep through it. You were unconscious, dude. He literally fucked all your brain cells out. I couldn’t have revived you if I tried.”
Sawyer grumbled again. “It’s not fair.”
“Yeah, yeah. You’ll get to see it all again. I’m surprised he hasn’t made you drop your pants again so he can check on your ass.”
If Sawyer had something available to throw, he would have tossed it at Henry’s head. “Don’t say that out loud! If he hears you, he’ll remember.”
“Oh, please. Like you mind having his fingers up your ass. I can see your face, remember?”
Sawyer grumped again. “I’m going to tell him to check on you next time.”
“Please do. I remember what those magic fingers feel like. I would not mind feeling them again.”
“Yeah, well, wait until you get his monster dick up your ass. You won’t be able to walk straight either.”
Henry sighed and wiggled his eyebrows. “Can’t wait.”
“Perv.”
As if conjured, Draco appeared with the little pot of salve Eduard must have provided in his hand. He made a bee line for Sawyer. Sawyer held up his hands and pouted his bottom lip out. He made sure to give Draco his best puppy eyes as a bonus. “Drake, Henry said his ass is hurting. You should check him. I think he needs you to help him, too.”
“Hey!” Henry started to protest, but Draco’s head had pivoted to him. Sawyer bit back his snicker as Draco changed direction. Before Henry could so much as squawk in protest, Draco had him bent over the arm of the chair with his shorts around his ankles. He rubbed the cooling salve across Henry’s hole, rumbling comfortingly in his ear the entire time.
