Abi poked out his bottom lip, but he recovered when Nash got under the covers with him. He lay on his side, facing Abi, and took Abi’s cock into his hand.
Abi moaned.
“Tell me what you like.”
“I like it when you touch me.” The words spilled out in a desperate rush.
When Nash took his hand away and stood, Abi whimpered. “Please don’t stop. Please, Nash.”
Nash came back and sat on the side of the bed. He cupped Abi’s cheek and met his gaze with no small amount of concern. “I won’t stop or withhold your orgasm from you, unless you’d like me to, of course. I have lube in my bag. I’m going to get it.”
Abi sighed as if in relief. “I don’t want you to withhold. Not this time. Please.”
Nash dug around in his suitcase and then pulled out a small bottle of lube before coming back to bed again.
“Do you like delayed gratification or edging?”
“Delaying it.” Abi shut his eyes and sighed when Nash took his cock in hand again. This time, he slicked the way with lube. Nash kept his strokes slow, paying close attention to the head of Abi’s cock.
“What else do you like?”
It was clear that Abi struggled to answer the question. Nash didn’t intend to make it easy for him. “I like it when you call me boy.”
Fuck.That went straight to Nash’s cock.
“Do you need a Daddy, boy?”
Nash picked up his pace. Abi’s hips had a mind of their own and countered every pull on his cock. “Yes. Oh, gods. You. Daddy.”
“What else, baby? What kind of boy are you?” Nash took Abi’s hand, put lube on it, and then guided it to Nash’s cock.
Abi matched Nash’s strokes. “I don’t…know.”
The talking stopped. Neither one of them wanted to do anything but feel.
It would seem to be a simple handjob, except it was the best one Nash had ever gotten. And it solidified something within him. The mating pull really didn’t matter, not to Nash. He wanted to pursue this thing between them, regardless of what it was.
Abi turned into Nash and his touch. He buried his face against Nash’s chest, kissing his nipple. “I’m gonna.”
“Not until I say so.” Nash moved faster. He was just as affected by Abi’s touch as Abi was by his.
“Please. Can I come?”
Nash panted. He moved into Abi’s touch. “Yes. Do it.”
And that was all it took.
They came together. Recovery took a few minutes. Nash pulled Abi against him, cradling him in his arms while he came down from his orgasm.
“Best handjob I’ve ever had, Daddy.” Abi kissed Nash’s chest before laying his head there.
Nash lifted him in his arms and carried him to the bathroom. He cleaned Abi up first, then himself, and then carried Abi back to bed. Abi let Nash draw him closer and be the big spoon.
Chapter Thirteen
Abi woke in the same position he’d fallen asleep in, with Nash wrapped around him like protective skin. Abi had never been warmer in his life. It turned out dragon shifters were furnaces. Not that Abi was overly warm. He was just right. Perfect, in fact.
Well, not exactly perfect. Abi had two problems. The first one was Nash’s hard cock pressing against his ass. It felt good. Amazing would be a better word, and it made Abi’s blood heat. His cock was already hard just from waking up, but it hardened a bit more when his desire ramped into overdrive. And that brought him to problem number two. His bladder screamed at him.
