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Chapter 13

Steve tensed up, ready to push away the overly eager man who was approaching him, now just ten meters away. However, a hand landed on his shoulder. Nervous and mistreated for hours, he couldn't suppress his reflexes. With a swift arm lock, he pinned the person who had touched him to the ground.

"Hey, dragoste, it's me," Charlie groaned, face-down on the floor.

Steve immediately released his grip, helped his lover up, and apologized.

"I'm fine. Oh, you look exhausted," Charlie said, concerned, stroking Steve's cheek.

"I'll tell you at home," the non-magical replied, eager to leave.

He could feel the Asian man's gaze still on him, and he wasn't comfortable with the idea of being overheard or observed. The dragon caretaker's expression went from worried to annoyed.

"Mind if we grab my things from the reserve first?"

"Not at all, but let's go."

Charlie didn't comment on Steve's urgency to leave. He picked up his bag, silently conveyed the message that Steve had no choice, and guided him toward the fireplaces. They slipped into the first unoccupied one. The wizard took a pinch of powder, threw it into the fireplace, and called out the name of the reserve just as the Asian man approached them. Steve thought he was going to pounce on them, but the couple was engulfed by the green flames before that could happen.

There was no denying it, Steve didn't like magical transportation, especially since his physical and muscle fatigue had once again caused his legs to give out upon arrival. Without Charlie's arm around his waist, he would have fallen onto the rug in the reserve's break room.

They didn't have time to greet the two dragon caretakerrs present before an alarm sounded, and a woman shouted a few words in the jargon that mixed several languages of the place's employees.

"There's an emergency," Charlie whispered, pushing Steve towards the large table.

"I figured," the soldier mocked.

"Will you be alright if I take care of this first? I promise, we'll head home after."

"Don't worry about me; just make sure you don't end up skewered."

Charlie smiled, kissed him tenderly, and dashed off. Steve was frustrated to see him leave so quickly, but considering how many times their time together had been interrupted by his investigations, he couldn't complain. He stretched out on the couch, and despite his worries about Charlie facing an angry dragon, the airport man's advances, and the situation with Wo Fat, he fell asleep as soon as his head touched the cushion.

A noise woke him, putting him on alert. Someone was approaching him. Steve opened his eyes halfway and smiled when he recognized Charlie's silhouette. Charlie knelt beside him and ran his hand through Steve's brown hair. Steve smiled even more and used a gentle pressure on Charlie's nape to guide his lover's lips to his. He moaned as their tongues brushed, the sensation he had missed so much igniting his senses. His hands roamed Charlie's back and wet hair, and his dragon caretaker closed his fingers in Steve's short hair.

Laughter echoed in the hallway, voices getting closer. Charlie quickly moved back. His eyes sparkled, his lips were swollen, and he had a big smile, but most notably, his wet T-shirt from the shower he had probably just taken didn't hide the bulge deforming his pants. Steve was frustrated by his retreat but charmed by the view he offered – his lover was devilishly sexy.

"Let's go back," Charlie suggested.

Steve was thrilled by the idea. He got up, collected his things while Charlie did the same, and they left the reserve hand in hand. Charlie cast a warming spell on Steve; in his haste to leave, he had forgotten that it was already snowing during this time in Romania. Then, they walked to their home. Charlie always emphasized that it was their home, belonging to both of them, and Steve had gotten used to the idea and was happy about it. He could easily imagine leaving his island one day to join Charlie here, but he didn't dare say it out loud yet, not wanting to give Charlie false hope until a decision was made.

On the way, the dragonrider told him about the emergency that had kept them at the reserve: one of their new tenants had fought with a mother dragon who was nesting. They had to calm down the two enormous creatures, move the newcomer, tend to him, and then check on the mother and her eggs. He didn't ask Steve about his medical leave, for which Steve was grateful. He wanted to reconnect with his lover physically before the inevitable serious conversations.

Steve felt the warming spell fade as they entered their home. The front door opened onto a large living room where the two men went to get rid of their bags, coats and shoes. Charlie barely had time to put everything down when Steve pressed himself against him and kissed him passionately. The soldier's senses flared up again, he was hungry for his man and impatient. He ran his hands under his T-shirt, which he immediately removed, caressed the skin, touched the erect nipples and quickly attacked the pants. His mouth moved from Charlie's to his ear or neck before returning to explore his twin. The wizard trembled under his attention and was repulsed every time he tried to take the initiative; Steve needed to control their embrace. This wasn't always the case, in fact it was quite rare for him to seek total domination over his lover, but here after all those hours he'd spent enduring... he just had to feel in control. Charlie didn't complain; on the contrary, he groaned under his commander's assaults, reacting to the slightest of his movements, to the slightest of his caresses, and was soon naked, sitting on the armrest of an armchair, one hand on the backrest, the other on the seat to keep from falling as he loudly expressed his pleasure.

Steve, still dressed, was kneeling between his legs, alternating his oral attentions between his throbbing sex, his sensitive bursa and his already moist entrance. The military man prepared his lover thoroughly, determined to torture him with his tongue and hands, and reaped the cries he'd been waiting for, until his victim was just short of giving in. There, he withdrew his fingers from the warm den, straightened up between the open legs, unbuttoned his pants and lowered them only the minimum necessary to free his member at attention. He looked into Charlie's eyes in mute question and saw Charlie's lips move, a cool sensation surrounded his shaft and he knew he could go. He hooked the man's full hips beneath him and sank into him gently, seeing no signs of pain on his features, he began a back-and-forth movement without delay that quickly gained in intensity. Charlie couldn't contain his cries of pleasure as his soldier's thrusts became so strong that his arms stopped supporting him and his shoulders met the seat of the armchair, his pelvis higher than his torso. The angle of penetration changed drastically and Steve had to hold back his next movements to make sure he didn't hurt his lover, but quite the opposite, he hit his prostate with much greater ease and Charlie began to shout out his pleasure in several languages. Steve loved it when he was doing this and, as always, redoubled his zeal. He adopted a fast, deep rhythm, tapping his target with each stroke and devouring with his eyes the magnificent, sweat-covered body that was flexing with pleasure: Charlie's hands clenched on the armchair cushions, his head, wedged against the armrest, went from right to left, his eyes were closed, his mouth open in words that were less and less comprehensible, his sex, from which a few white pearls were beginning to escape, shaked on his belly. Steve was not far behind, tightening his grip on his lover's hips, gluing his own legs to the chair and thrusting as far as he could into his lover's body, reaping a cry of ecstasy. He did it again and again, even when he felt the flesh close around him, even when Charlie came in great spurts on his belly as he arched his back, he didn't slow down until the orgasm gripped him and didn't stop until it had passed.

He gently pulled out of the hot den and helped Charlie to his feet. Trembling on their legs, the two men took turns taking hot showers and going to bed.

"If I get a stiff neck tomorrow, I'll hold you responsible," whispered the wizard.

"It'll give you an excuse to stay in bed with me."

"If you're going to take me back like this, I'll pass."

Steve raised himself on his elbows to look at his lover despite the gloom, worried he'd misinterpreted his reactions.

"Didn't you love it?"

"I loved it," his man immediately reassured him. "But I don't think my body can take you doing it again tomorrow."

Steve placed his lips gently on his twins.

"I'll take care of you, I love you."

"I love you too."

Happy, relieved to be alive, with the love of his life, Steve soon drifted off to sleep.