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And Brayden wanted to wrestle him down on the bed and do terrible things to him.

Harden walked right up to him, unashamed, unafraid. They ended up touching, waist to shoulder, and Harden was burning up, skin like fire against him.

He reached up to run his hands over Harden’s shoulders, then down his arms. “Goddess, you’re stunning. And so warm.”

Harden smiled. “I do tend to run hot.”

“You have no idea.” He leaned in for a kiss, wanting to experience this with no cloth between them.

The wind began to blow again, making the beads and baubles tinkle and sing, the rainbows delightful.

He slid his hands up and down Harden’s back, encouraging him. Why not make love in a wind tunnel? He’d never done that before, and Goddess knew Harden could keep them warm.

They rocked together, and soon enough he could feel Harden’s cock rising up against his. It was pretty damn impressive, honestly, which made him happy. He liked a guy who was big all over.

“Come into the bower. It’s warm and there are pillows for us.” Harden reached down and stroked his cock, the caress one he could feel down to his toes.

He took a deep breath before reaching down to grab that amazing, tight ass, and lift. Harden made a shocked sound, almost a quack, but Brayden carried him easily to the sunken bed so they could stretch out together, their bodies touching all along their lengths.

Okay, so he was showing off some.

Sue him.

It made him feel ten thousand feet tall and bulletproof.

Harden was hard as a rock, prick swollen and pulsing, his long mane spread out behind him like a flowing wave.

“You’re gorgeous, Harden.”

“This word means…”

“Pretty. Amazing looking, laid out for me like this.”

Harden preened. “Thank you.”

“It’s true. I could stare at you for hours, but my knot has other ideas.”

“Staring is not as good as feeling.” Hardin spread, stroking his own cock. “Touching.”

“No, it’s definitely second best.” He wrapped his hand around Harden’s, feeling the strength of Harden’s hand, the delicious stiffness of his cock.

Harden’s lips parted, and he could smell the musk and sweetness of the dragon’s need.

“You smell delicious.”

“Thank you. Together we seem to fit well.”

“I think so, too.” He pressed his other hand down under Harden’s balls, wanting to feel his wetness. He hoped…

Yes. Harden was soaking wet for him.

“Perfect.” He stroked Harden, base to tip, loving how there were tiny, white scales crowning the sweet cock. It fascinated his fingers, and he knew it would do the same for his mouth, so Brayden slid down, licking at that same spot.

Harden barked out a sharp sound, and it read as pure need. He loved that he could do that. He could make Harden desperate. In fact, Harden arched up, pushing into his mouth, hips humping.

So he gave more, licking along Harden’s length while he slid a finger against that wet hole.

He’d made love a few times to other dragons, but he didn’t remember ever feeling a fire like this before. His finger sank in, the wet pressure making him imagine how it would feel to have his cock buried in that perfect sheath.