“I’m being very silly,” he told the air.
Saying it didn’t seem to change the situation much. It’s not that he begrudged the time Ravi spent with others, either. Sora didn’t want to monopolize him; he just…wanted. Wanted to share in the joy Ravi was experiencing. Was Ravi still enjoying himself, hearing stories told by family he hadn’t known about? Was he learning more about his wind dragon abilities?
Was Sora going to just sit here and think of nothing but Ravi?
Apparently so.
Oh, he had it bad.
Really, really bad.
Not that it mattered, because Ravi was most definitely his dragon. And—
Sora didn’t have the chance to finish that thought as his door was flung open, and Ravi zipped into the room. Sora stood from where he’d been lounging on the couch, placing his unread book down.
Ravi’s beautiful brown eyes were wide, and his dark curls were thoroughly windblown as if he’d been flying around the castle in his human form. His gold skin was flushed, and he seemed so very alive and big, as if he were standing there in both his human and dragon forms at the same time. It was a little disconcerting, but so very Ravi.
“You had dinner without me,” Ravi declared, sounding shocked and affronted that Sora would do such a thing.
Sora’s lips trembled with the smile he was trying to hold back. They’d taken nearly every meal together since Sora’s arrival at Burkhard. He couldn’t deny he felt ridiculously pleased that Ravi had clearly missed him.
“You were busy all day with Chandi and Sahan. I ate with my parents.”
Emotions crisscrossed Ravi’s face in the blink of an eye before he nodded and closed the door behind him.
It was on the tip of Sora’s tongue to ask how Ravi had enjoyed his day with the other wind dragons, but he never got the chance. The dragon zipped across the remaining few feet that separated them, and strong arms wrapped around him tightly. Joy surged through Sora’s frame, and he dropped his head back, laughing loudly as Ravi kissed his way up Sora’s chest to his neck.
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much!” Ravi said roughly between each smack of his lips and nibble of his teeth.
Goose bumps broke out across Sora’s skin, and he moaned softly. This. Gods, how he’d needed this. To feel Ravi against him. To get lost in his dragon’s embrace. He’d never expected this kind of connection with another person, for the need to run so deep. It startled him as much as anything, but he needed it, too. More than he’d ever suspected.
When Ravi’s kisses finally reached his jaw, Sora tilted his head down and captured his mouth, setting their world on fire. Their teeth clacked together, and their tongues tangled. He swallowed down each hungry, desperate noise Ravi made, and it still wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. They needed to be closer.
Questing fingers shoved Sora’s shirt higher, brushing skin and dragging a hiss up his throat. Yes. That was what they needed. No clothes. Only skin.
Sora lifted his mouth and Ravi only moved back down to his neck with a clear course set for his right nipple.
“Ravi. Please. You can’t fuck me standing up,” he panted. He didn’t want to stop, but they needed to get to the bed—and the lube in the nightstand—before they ended up on the floor.
Ravi’s head immediately popped up, his lips deliciously wet and puffy from their kisses. “What?”
Grinning, Sora dipped his head and licked across Ravi’s lower lip. “Fuck me. I want you inside me this time. Please, sweethea—”
Sora’s plea turned into a surprised yelp when Ravi bent just enough to toss Sora over his shoulder. Their several inches of height difference didn’t matter one bit. The dragon was clearly strong enough to manhandle Sora all he wanted.
Which was fine with Sora, as this position gave him a perfect—if upside down—view of Ravi’s tight ass. But just as he was thinking of sinking his teeth into one of the cheeks, Sora was tossed into the center of the bed.
He bounced once, laughing in surprise. Everything with Ravi was an adventure, and he loved every second of it.
As he sat upright, he spotted Ravi standing at the foot of the bed. His shirt was missing, and he was shoving down his pants and boxers. His gaze glittered gold, as if his dragon had climbed to the surface, excited about what was going to happen.
Sora was torn between wanting to simply sit and admire the beauty of Ravi’s lean muscle, and wanting to get naked.
Naked won.
He tore at his clothes, flinging them aside as Ravi dashed over to the nightstand to grab the jar of lube. They’d fooled around plenty over the past week. Blow jobs, hand jobs, and Sora topping Ravi, but they hadn’t gotten to the part where Sora was able to feel Ravi pushing into him for the first time. The one time they’d planned on it, they’d been interrupted.
That was not happening again.
Just as he was tossing aside his second sock, Ravi crawled onto the bed. They came together with a hiss as hot flesh skidded against hot flesh. Sora let Ravi tackle him back down onto the mattress.
“I missed you,” Sora groaned as Ravi’s hot mouth latched onto his right nipple and bit down.
Ravi huffed a laugh, sending warm air across damp skin. “Do you regret inviting them here?”
“Only in that it meant being apart from you all day.”
Ravi licked his way down Sora’s stomach, inching closer to his rock-hard dick. “I missed you, too.”
He nuzzled the head of his cock once before slowly licking it like a lollipop. Sora’s eyes rolled back into his head, and he balled his hands into fists in the twisted sheets. He wasn’t going to last under this torture.
“Ravi,” he whined. To hell with foreplay. They could have foreplay during the next round. “I need you.”
Ravi allowed Sora to slip from his lips as he lifted his head. The man had never looked so devilish before, a wide grin spreading across his face as if he knew exactly how much he was driving Sora insane.
“How?”
Sora didn’t allow him to ask anything else. Grabbing a pillow, he pulled it against his chest as he rolled onto his stomach.
“Whoa,” Ravi exhaled. “That is one extremely sexy ass.”
Sora winked at him over his shoulder and gave his rear a little shake as if to entice him. “Wait ’til you feel it for the first time.”
Ravi snatched up the lube and got a glob on his fingers. He moved back over Sora, his fingers carefully teasing his hole. Sora closed his eyes and lost himself in the feel of Ravi’s gentle touch, the kisses he was slowly placing along his spine. As Ravi pushed one finger inside, he exhaled.
“Sorry, I don’t have a healer’s touch,” Ravi said to his left shoulder blade.
“You are perfect,” Sora sighed.
“And you are beautiful. Amazing. You steal my breath away,” Ravi replied, each stroke going a little bit deeper to loosen muscles. He pressed a second finger in, and the initial burn increased. “And tight. You feel incredible.”
This all felt wonderful, but Sora needed more. He didn’t want to rush Ravi’s exploration, but the burn had largely disappeared, and Ravi was grazing his prostate, driving him closer to orgasm.
“Ravi, sweetheart. Please.”
“Yes,” Ravi hissed. He didn’t need any additional prodding. He removed his fingers and snatched up the lube again to slather it on his dick.