“I can also try and adjust.” Though, honestly, I was unsure if I would ever be snuggly, but we could come to a compromise.
“So how do you wish to be touched?”
The conversation centered around that for several minutes as we hashed out what we were both comfortable with while meeting each other’s needs. In the end, we settled on tail holding, occasional side hugs, and Monqilcolnen was permitted two spontaneous kisses a day.
“Did you wish to fuck at this point in our relationship?” I wanted to. I wished we could immediately retreat to his room and fuck this instant.
“I would like that.”
I released a long breath. “As would I. So, permissions. I’m very comfortable with many things. I do like to fuck often. I’m usually the one who is fucked, but I would enjoy fucking you. I like to be spanked, tied up, and I don’t mind pain. I like being bitten a great deal. I also enjoy being teased and made to wait.”
Monqilcolnen grinned. “You and I are well suited. I prefer to be the one who fucks. I do not enjoy being spanked, or tied up, or teased, but I do love doing it to others.”
“Truly?”
“Yes,” he replied. “I also need to be held afterward. I have to have that, Wyn.”
“I can hold you,” I said, and I meant it.
He smiled. “I like to be treasured and cared for.”
That was something I could do with practice. I was sure of it. I had never done that before, but I could learn.
“What do you dislike?” I asked.
“Pain is not a favorite of mine. I also don’t enjoy being degraded.”
“I do, a bit, but I don’t need it,” I said. “I’m fine either way with it.”
“I don’t mind doing that to you, but I might not be good at it,” he replied, and I shuffled as my cock started to firm up with the thought of Monqilcolnen practicing his degradation talk on me.
His gaze flicked down, and he smirked, making my cock harden the rest of the way and press against my trousers. Monqilcolnen’s grin broadened, and I couldn’t stop the groan that slipped from somewhere deep inside of me. I was addicted to his smile already. It had taken basically no time, but here Iwas sitting in a cargo bay wanting more. I needed more. I needed him. Now.
Monqilcolnen cleared his throat, tail thrashing. “Not yet,” he murmured, as if he could read my thoughts. Perhaps he could. I didn’t know what his inner fire was. Mine was one of the most common ones, which was hardly surprising, but with his lineage, I suspected he had something far grander than mere telekinesis.
“Yes. Now,” I demanded, and he smiled something soft and gentle that made my gut curl in want. It was a true miracle I did not launch myself across the cargo bay and attack him.
“We need to have a more comprehensive permissions conversation,” he said.
Of course Monqilcolnen was correct, and yet, I was more than alright with putting off such discussions for now, not indefinitely, but until we fucked at least. My tail flicked and my cock throbbed.
“What more do you wish to know?” I asked, trying to keep the growl from my voice.
Gesturing between us, he asked, “What is this?”
“I don’t understand.”
“You said courting, and I agree. I desire that as well, but what are we?”
“We are together. We’re a couple.”
The corner of his lips quirked, and I felt something warm flood my soul. Monqilcolnen said, “I like that very much. Are we exclusive?”
My gut dropped like I was suddenly falling at the thought of him being with anyone else. Ever again. I couldn’t even imagine that. The image of another faceless drakcol touching Monqilcolnen slipped into my brain and a growl rumbled in my chest.
“We are,” I said, trying to remain calm. I had never, not once, been possessive of someone like I was him.
A full-blown smile spread across Monqilcolnen’s face and blew my thoughts to tiny shards. It was a lovely thing, so joyous and free. I’d never seen him look like this before. My soul pounded, and my mouth went dry as I dumbly gaped at him.
