Free Dragon Traders by JB McDonald Page B

things to think about. Things like the warm mouth on his cock, spit sliding down his perineum and over his hole, chased by a blunt human finger. Katsu pushed it slowly inside, lubed with saliva. In the same moment Katsu mouthed Ashe's cock, teasing with the lightest suck imaginable. Ashe clenched and bucked, but Katsu only chuckled - the sound thrumming through Ashe's skin and making him catch his breath -- and rode it out. Then Katsu's finger slid farther in, mouth slowly engulfing Ashe's length until Ashe was sheathed and impaled, all at the same time.
    Ashe's breath came in short pants, legs tensing and hips pulsing rhythmically as Katsu stroked deep inside him, hitting just the right spot again and again. With every thrust upward, Ashe sank deeper into Katsu's mouth, and with every movement downward, he pushed himself farther onto Katsu's finger.
    Then Katsu pulled away and out, yanking off Ashe's trousers with swift, economical movements and tossing them to the corner of the their little tent. Ashe began to work his way out of his shirt, but hadn't gotten halfway clear when Katsu flipped around to put a knee on either side of Ashe's gracefully pointed ears. Katsu's cock hung heavy and erect in front of his face while Katsu bent forward, bringing his own face down to Ashe's cock.
    Katsu looked between their bodies at Ashe's face, his mouth poised over Ashe's length. He raised his eyebrows archly.
    It took Ashe a moment to even comprehend the switch in position, much less what he should be doing about it. Then he grinned and licked the tip of Katsu's cock. Two could play the teasing game.
    Except a lick on Katsu's cock earned a lick on his own, and two fingers barely nudging his hole. "Now that's just mean," Ashe breathed, and felt warm air as Katsu chuckled. He licked precome off the tip of Katsu's head, jerking when Katsu mirrored the movement against Ashe's own cock. Finally yanking one arm out of his shirt, he wrapped that arm around Katsu's hips and pulled them lower. Screw foreplay; he was so hard he thought he might come any minute, and he would much rather spill down Katsu's throat than into the air. He sucked Katsu's cock into his mouth, groaning loudly when the action was mirrored, with fingers sliding into his ass at the same time. It was too much, and it was perfect, and he focused on breathing through his nose while his muscles loosened to take Katsu deeper in every way possible. Then Katsu did something -- crooked his fingers, stroked just right, a butterfly feeling inside that Ashe couldn't quite place -- and Ashe whimpered in place of howling and sucked hard, fucking his mouth on Katsu's cock and tightening at the feel on his own erection.
    Just a few thrusts and he came hard, arching up and swallowing Katsu farther into his mouth, focusing to not bite down as Katsu drove fingers into him, taking him deeply. When Ashe was completely wrung out, Katsu shifted, mouth pulling away, cock carefully remaining in Ashe's throat. Nearly too deep, but not; Ashe swallowed around it, moving his tongue where he could.
    Katsu shifted somehow, hips flattening out until Katsu could watch between their bodies, lifting a little before thrusting carefully back down. Ashe guided with his hand, closing his eyes to better feel it, making little noises because he knew how it felt to be on the receiving end, and shivering when Katsu sped up, fucking him with quick, short thrusts before tensing and coming down his throat.
    Ashe swallowed, sucking to draw every last little shudder of his partner.
    After a long, frozen moment, Katsu pulled out and flopped over to the side, leaving Ashe to gasp and pant and lick the come off his lips. Neither of them said anything -- Ashe didn't have the energy to think, much less speak.
    Katsu finally got up, muttering in a foreign tongue, and laced up his trousers before tucking his shirt in. He opened the tent flap and ducked out into the brightening morning.
    "And," Ashe said forlornly to the empty