Life is never dull when you've become a dragon shifter's keeper.
The slavers who first stole Az still want the dragon they lost, though, and when they attack, it exposes Az and Drill to the rest of the residents at the Old Tavern Club, including Drill's brother and club owner Drongo. Can Az and Drill survive the exposure?
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Drill’s smile turned into laughter. “Yes, Az. Coming, and then eating.”
“Coming and going and eating and swimming!” He cheered. His keeper was so good to him.
Drill muffled the sound with a kiss, hand sliding down to wrap around their erections. Both at the same time so they squished together. Az rolled, the motion easy, necessary.
“Yes, like that.” Drill met his movements, both of them working with each other.
His eyes crossed, Az bit the air, so excited. Drill’s fingers rubbed over the top of Az’s cock, pushing slightly into his slit.
“Keeper. Keeper. Keeper.”
“I’m right here with you, Az.” Drill’s words sounded like a promise.
“Aches.” Ached and made Az tingle.
“Aches so good.” The touches continued, Drill’s hand moving up and down along their cocks, and one finger slid against his slit on each upstroke.
Az shook his head, nodded. This was new. Drill chuckled and kept up the touches. Az’s hips shook, side to side, trying to get more sensation.
“No, my dragon. Just this.”
“Keeper…” Oh. Oh, big.
Drill nodded and squeezed them tightly together. The touch came to Az’s slit, again and again. “Soon,” his keeper told him. “We’ll come soon.”
“Soon. Big, Keeper.”
“Uh-huh.” Drill pressed into his slit once more.
“Oh!” Az’s eyes went wide and he jerked, seed pouring from him. Not just from him, but from his keeper, too, and the smell of them mingled. He groaned, panted softly.
Nuzzling him, Drill squeezed their cocks again, making a shiver go through him. Az felt everything, so much.
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