Relationship Status: It's Complicated

Fire and Ice

(Art by Sylvana)

"Saalah right there! Suck right there, you can go harder!" Valges gasped on the edge of the dresser, yes the dresser, his bare legs wrapped around Saalah's still clothed waist. His hips bucked as Saalah sucked at his neck, his large and skillful mouth lapping wet pleasure in its wake.

He practically whimpered as his hips continued to arch as if it would quell the jolts of sensation running up his erection. He was tangled around Saalah's neck, hands making a mess of the luxurious locks, claws making more of a mess on Saalah's upper back. "Is this scratching too much," Valges asked breathlessly.

Saalah detached himself from Valges neck, his coat was somewhere on the floor alongside Valges' pants. He stepped back only enough to remove his shirt, his rippling chocolate muscles moving in the low light of the hotel room lamps. "If they were too much I would have moved your hands elsewhere," he mused huskily, his own voice dripping with lust.

His erection rode against his pants, trapped and throbbing, begging to be released and treated properly. As soon as his shirt went off, his hot body was back into the embrace of the olive body that clung to him like cling wrap. They had barely made it into the hotel let alone their room. The moment they were in the lobby, Saalah had Valges up and wrapped around his waist as he descended the stairs.

Valges leaned back on the dresser, his body small enough to fit without falling off. His creamy cheeks and under thighs spread across the decadent wood, one leg bent as a manicured foot perched on the edge of the wood. In just a shirt with nothing on beneath, bathed in the low light, Valges looked like sin beckoning Saalah to partake. Valges' hands were now moving up his own body, up his sides and around to squeeze at his dark nipples. The moan he released and the way his green head fell back caused Saalah to sharply suck in his breath.

"Valges!" Saalah said the name with torment, yanking up Valges' other thigh, loving the soft warmth against his skin. "Do you want to be taken on this dresser?"

Emerald and topaz eyes locked with hot yellow depths. "Beds are boring, Saalah. I like to know that we might break something if you are ramming me hard enough."

Saalah's ears burned and he bowed his head down to Valges shoulder, "Are you trying to make this fast?"

Valges chuckled, capturing Saalah's face. "Of course not, my mighty dragon. You are going to slay me many times tonight. If we aren't covered in cum then something is wrong." He peppered Saalah's chiseled face with kisses, stopping at Salaahs thick lips, loving that he could devour them in messy kisses. "I'm only preparing you to deal with me, you sweet man. I will draw out your every desire, and I will want you to act on them without feeling shame."

Valges slowly kissed the mouth above his, tasting, savoring. "I want you to explore any need, any want, express it to me, and then turn me into it all night. If I can tease you, you haven't misbehaved enough." Another kiss turned into a bite to Saalah's lower lip.

Saalah hissed, not in pain but in pleasure that was already bound inside of him. He pulled Valges to him, reveling in the surprised gasp Valges released. "You are mine too, and my desires aren't the only ones that have to be met."

Valges arched his back, his hand cupping the beast still hiding. "Oh I know Saalah, but you are my desire. Just the thought of this thick dick absolutely spreading me, touching every piece of my walls. That is a desire, lover."

Saalah captured Valges' lips, his tongue spearing into the open mouth waiting for him. Their tongues danced and Valges expertly freed Saalah's raging hardon without looking. The moment Valges ran his fingers up the thick organ, Salaah tensed, his hand gripping Valges' meaty thighs harder.