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@♆　Akaedi Vos Coming with the return of two very prized possessions, the violet and navy blades he could never be seen without anymore, came an unsettling sensation that he hadn’t experienced in a long time. Longing, perhaps. But he didn’t understand what he was longing for, why each step felt heavier now that both had been returned to their master’s hand through fate’s will. He didn’t feel safe with them. Each time his gaze strayed down to them when he sat alone in his room, he felt suddenly as though he couldn’t bare to be there anymore. He clamber shakily from his window and sit in Hiroki’s nest silently for hours. He didn’t feel safe with them. Basil didn’t understand why, why it felt like he was a child, a toddler being told to hold a sharp knife and somehow not cause any harm.

It was certainly the first time in years that Basil had felt truly /helpless/. The feeling was unshakable, and yet he couldn’t be without them. Perhaps he was a deadman, who had had death stolen from him, like Jinhai, or how he’d recently deemed him, the wrong fish. If he was supposed to die by one of his own blades, and there was only two, what sense was there in the ownership of both being his? Each time he ran his fingers over the perfectly healed skin of where the wound had been, he felt his heart race a little faster. Reminding him, maybe, that it had been his own flesh and blood that the blade had taken. A heart that beat the same as his, perhaps the final one in the world. Gone.

And so, he stood before Akaedi’s office, the handles of both whispering blades clutched in the white knuckle grip of one hand. With the other, he knocked on the door. He wanted an opinion, and who better to request one from than one of the few strange fish of the house that did not seem to crave death?

@✧　Celes Oh, he felt bad. That made it all better - oh wait. Basil struggled not to let out a growl as he looked at the poor decimated furniture. What wasn't ruined by melting ice was going to have mould growing on it for being all damp. As much as Akaedi liked water, he didn't think his fishy boss would appreciate a slip and slide for a house. Instead of wringing the little intruder's neck, Basil took a deep breathe, then shot him a look that clearly read 'you /will/ be paying for the damages'. It was unclear whether the glint in his eyes was threatening or a promise. Basil stalked towards the door. What the little thing had broke, he would clean, and then the dragon might consider allowing him to leave with nothing more than a smack on the wrist for his mistake.

@♆　Basil Celes was overcome with guilt once the errors of his ways dawned on him. He looked around, glancing at the door the person motioned to. He didn't step towards it and his gaze wandered on. Everything was either still covered in ice or melting ice. The walls, the floors, the furniture- all wet. The damage wasn't just superficial either. Celes didn't know what to say. "I.." His words caught in his throat. "I'm sorry-", he choked out. "I-.. I'll help you clean it up! I- I can't pay for the damages", Celes wrung his hands nervously, "but I'll do my best to help!"

@✧　Celes Their silence reigned on for more than a few minutes, with Basil staring blankly at the ice elemental as though waiting for him to get the right idea about what was going on. Silly little thing, thinking Basil was going to kill him when the dragon could barely feel his fingertips. He also wouldn’t eat him - Basil liked his food hot, not cold. Cold food made him uncomfortable, whereas warm food filled him with a happy glow. No, no, he couldn’t eat this cold little creature. Akaedi’s poor carpets, Basil was thinking as he noted the gradual increase in temperature. All damp and ew. He was starting to wonder if the ice had spread throughout the whole house. Probably. This seemed like an unstable little thing. A little smile at last making his way onto his thin lips, Basil shook his head, insisting that no, this really wasn’t the man’s ‘master’s’ house. Waving a hand towards the door, Basil took a step towards it. Warily, his eyes didn’t leave the elemental. Basil needed to go and find a form of communication, so he could politely tell the younger to get the hell out of the house, but also didn’t want an icy spear in the back if he moved too quickly and was declared a murderer again. Yes, he was a murderer, but it was very rude to be shouted at for it in his own home! Who wasn’t a murderer these days, anyway?

@♆　Basil Celes was sure he was going to die. The cold knife against his throat was a sad solace. He closed his eyes and waited for death. "..." Nothing. Celes cracked one eye open at the other, in confusion. Why wasn't he killing him? Celes had no time to waste, he needed to catch up to the master! "..." Wait, why was he pulling the knife back? Eh? Did he sheathe it? Celes stared from the murderer to the sheathed knife and for a moment, their silence was mutual. "!!" His eyes widened in fear at the sight of sharp teeth. Was he going to be eaten?! Did that work? "Don't eat m-!", he was in the midst of whimpering when the murderer pulled him up off the floor by the front of his robes. The room temperature dropped to -5 degrees celsius. "Eh?" Celes fumbled with the front of his clothes, eyes wide and confused. The murderer was staring at him so hard he started feeling a bit self-conscious and looked away. The room temperature returned to normal and the ice started to thaw. "But... this is the master's house...", he mumbled. Doubt had crept into his voice. "I- it looks just like it from the outside!" He was getting defensive as the idea dawned on him that he might have gotten it all wrong. "It does!!"

@✧　Celes His attack had been somewhat successful. The ice was not retreating, but the temperature thawed some. The fingertips pressing against him made him wince and struggle to hold on to his prey. It took all of his self control not to preserve himself and stumble back again. The fiery ice made the dragons eyes shine, though any pained tears were frozen before they could fall. He struggled, the knife remaining pressed to the creature’s throat for a moment. Before he very obviously paused, and this time made a point of sheathing the dagger, to see if the message would this time get into the thick little thing’s head. He had most certainly killed nobody’s master, whoever that may be, and certainly not stolen his house and moved it by the sea. Luckily, the cold from the hands stopped. Basil reminded himself to check up on the painful spots when the conflict was over. Sharp teeth on show again, the dragon drew back, his fingers curling in the boy’s shirt. Once he was unsteadily on two feet, he dragged the stranger up with him, almost making himself stumble again. He retained balance though, and released his grip. Stupid, silly little thing, unable to see that the dragon wasn’t a threat. Refraining from hissing like an angry snake, Basil stayed staring hard at him. Would the message finally come across at last?

@♆　Basil The murderer's silence frustrated Celes. How could he not say anything? Not even apologise? Maybe if he apologised, Celes would be nice and make it a bit warmer. He could see the murderer struggling. Good! That aggressive glare just made Celes more upset. Wait- where did the glare go? The person looked... well... normal. No! It was a ruse! Celes, who had calmed slightly due to his confusion, took a wary step back when the murderer rose to his feet. The room temperature was now at -35 degrees celsius. He was shivering, which made him look quite pitiful and for a moment Celes felt bad, but then- the pitiful murderer lunged at him with his knife! Celes screamed and stumbled back, arms flying out to the front to stop the other, but he was miserable at anything that even vaguely resembled combat. They fell to the ground. The room temperature was now at -20 degrees celsius, but Celes was pressing his against to the murderer's chest in an attempt to push him off and the ice-y cold that seeped into the other through his fingertips burned like fire. Celes was not doing this intentionally, he was just scared. "You- you" Ice pearls fell from his eyes. "You're going to kill me too?", he asked weakly. The cold from his hands stopped as he resigned himself to die and follow his beloved master to wherever he was.

@✧　Celes Basil would not be able to defend himself for long under these conditions. It seemed his attempt at saving the situation by putting away his weapon had not been accepted. The temperature dropped. He could already feel frost on his eyelids. Technically, he could survive the cold. But he hadn’t done so for more than ten thousand years. And that had been when he was small and well fed. Even then, he’d had to gorge himself on food almost every day to keep enough weight to withstand the icy depths of the world. There was nothing comforting about this ice. Nothing at all. Now, given the situation he was in, most people would be very quick to start coughing out an answer. But Basil had not spoken for a good few thousand years, and was not about to start now. His glare died, and he looked meaningfully at the elemental for a moment. Akaedi was going to kill him for the soaked carpets when all of the ice melted, anyway. The trembling dragon got to his feet with some hesitation. He couldn’t just sit on the ground all small and pathetic. He was a dragon! A mighty beast. He wouldn’t be beaten by this little ball of rage. The knife returned to his hand, and he was careful to advance. The ice clung to his clothes, weighing him down already. He was damp and uncomfortable, an act of self heating internally to stop himself freezing up. If he could get his phone, he could type up some form of communication - but it was downstairs, in below zero conditions. He lunged again when he felt close enough. Perhaps a lapse in attention would make the ice retreat. By trying to push the creature onto the floor, Basil could raise the knife. If he could scare him for a moment, he’d have the upper hand. He hoped. It was absolutely absurd that he’d murder a man and then move his house and furniture- and maybe some threatening would knock some sense into the guy??

@♆　Basil Celes' spears of ice shot out, thick stalagmites consuming the whole room he stood in, piercing the wall, the furniture, the ceiling... but not the murderer. He was unharmed, his body stopping the spears in their tracks. He fell, which gave Celes at least some satisfaction, but not near enough. He hadn't meant to cause so much damage, in fact, it was the ice reacting to his emotional distress. He didn't feel any guilt though. After he kicked out the murderer, he wasn't going to keep any of the redecorations! It was all getting thrown out! Master's house was much better. Ah- master.. "Master--", Celes sobbed with such pain in his voice it could break hearts. His cold eyes locked onto the person on the floor. "You killed him- you killed him and redecorated the place- and stole the house and put it near the stupid ocean! You killed him, you murderer!" The air chilled with each word he spoke until the indoor temperature had dropped to -30 degrees celsius. For the first time, Celes wanted to see someone hurt. He wanted to hurt this person, for hurting the person he loved. Celes didn't want to kill him which is why he didn't let the temperature drop further, but he definitely wanted to hurt him. "Explain yourself!!", Celes demanded with an angry stomp. The temperature fell to -40 degrees celsiuis. Maybe hurt him a little more.

@✧　Celes There was fear in his enemy’s eyes. Basil never minded that. His pointed teeth peeked from behind his lips as he glared into the soul of the strange little thing in front of him. The ice on the floor made him pause. Basil liked ice, a little bit. It reminded him of being a hatchling. But there was nothing comforting about this coolness; it was deadly, a deadly foe who he’d quickly make regret attempting to steal from their home. The scream startled him, his hands pulling back immediately. The painful shriek hurt his ears so much that he stumbled back. That with the combination of the slippery fall resulted in a heavy thud as Basil fell. His eyes only glinted with more rage at that, however. Who did this person think he was?! If Basil had not had the tough skin of a dragon, he would surely have been speared by the icy needles. They left tears in his clothes, but when hitting his skin, they did nothing more than jab at him. Nothing broken. He gritted his teeth together. Now, Basil was a perfectly nice old dragon; he liked his quiet time, he liked his crystals, he liked the little creatures of Vos. But he didn’t like aggressive intruders. The wicked blade was back in his hand in an instant. The mute dragon struggled to his feet, finding the icy wooden floor near impossible to balance on. This was not working. It took a very long moment, but Basil forced himself to take a deep breath. A moments hesitation. Then, the dragon sheathed the knife, doing his very best not to look like he wanted to tear the heart from the man in front of him and eat it. The accusing look remained however, as he slid back to the ground, a quiet peace offering.

@♆　Basil Celes did not pick up on the dragon's attempt at all, perfectly oblivious to the knife-wielding approaching figure until something flung around his chest. The elemental let out a sharp scream and violently flinched back against the dragon's chest. The unexpected presence of something behind him had him shriek once more and try to move in the opposite direction, but the grip on him was strong and before he could blink, or think, he was staring at a young man who looked very upset. Upset as in angry. Celes froze, pun intended. The air felt thick and heavy, the stranger's glare suffocating him. His mind was racing. There was a stranger in master's house, a hostile, scary stranger. Where was the master? Had this person hurt him and then redecorated the place? Celes let out a whimper, arms folded protectively in front of him. Scary. Scary. This was scary. He didn't like this. Where was the master? Was he dead? Oh no. That couldn't happen! Ice crystals formed in the corners of his eyes and immediately fell to the floor, melting into the wood. "You- ...You-" His voice quivered. Fears of indescribable magnitude consumed every inch of his body. The floor around him froze over, ice crystals spread on the walls, the air chilled until each breath was visible to the eye. All water in the house solidified. "You--- MURDERER!!" Celes' scream ripped through the air like the death cry of a banshee. A window, frozen over, shattered and glass crashed onto the floor. With his scream, eyes shot from his body like spears, threatening to pierce through the 'murderer' and anything else around him.

@✧　Celes Thump. Basil’s meal was upset by a sound in the house. He paused, blinking a few times. Reluctantly, he set the plate down. Something didn’t feel right. It didn’t smell like Fang, Sterling’s boyfriend breaking in to do disgusting things. Kivari maybe, making a lot of noise. But that didn’t explain the smell. He didn’t like it. Not the smell, but the thought that someone unfamiliar could be in his home. He’d eat whoever it was, he declared in his head. It served them right for being an intruder. Or maybe he’d lock them in the basement. Nobody wanted to end up in the basement. Slipping from the kitchen, the dragon’s fingers already drifted to the knife on his hip. Even in the most settled environment, he couldn’t let it escape his possession. The dragon had a few attachment issues. What startled him more was the trail of footprints. What a stupid little intruder, leaving a trail for him to follow! Like a hunting cat, Basil slipped through the corridors of the Vos beach house, until at last his eyes fell on the frosty little figure. Silly thing, now Basil was going to have to throw him in the basement! The dragon crept behind him, lips curled into a distasteful look as he lunged, his arms flying round the shoulders of the potential thief, holding him still while Basil moved to face him, staring hard at the pale face. The look in his eyes had a very clear message - ‘explain yourself, or I’ll gut you.’

@♆　Basil Celes had gone off exploring with his master's blessing. The ice cream shop was clean and he had made sure everything important was completely defrosted before he left. It was fun using a blowtorch to melt things, but also very, very, very, very, very, very scary. He had to admit, he'd cried a little today as well, but the master said he had to get used to it or he'd ruin all the equipment in his shop. After so much stress, Celes had to go out and relax. He was walking along the beach, well, skipping and twirling as tiny crystals of snow danced in the air alongside him, when he spotted master's house. Well, it looked like master's house: boxy shape, see-through railing, near water... Celes stopped and stared at it in confusion. That wasn't right. Master's house wasn't at the ocean. What was it doing here? It even had the same large glass windows! He had to investigate. Celes put speed in his step and ran to the large building. A window was open, so he climbed through it. This wasn't right. This wasn't what the master's house looked like from the inside. Did someone steal everything and replace it? Did they steal the master's house? His house? Where was he supposed to live! The ice cream shop was too small! Celes jogged up the stairs and peered into all the rooms, leaving behind little frozen steps in his wake as always. Strange. Very strange. It was all so different!

@♆　Sterling Vance “I’d let you add me to your hoard, love. Being claimed by such a pretty thing would be an honour.” Fang couldn’t help but coo at the pleading whisper he received, as his teeth brushed the dragon’s pale skin, leaving behind perfect blemishes of purple depending on how hard he bit in some places. He made sure to leave his mark behind wherever his lips touched. The light sting of Sterling’s nails didn’t make him so much as blink an eye, enjoying the way it made him shudder. There wasn’t much closer he could get, but the human could tell that the other needed more. His fingers travelled down again, to the hem of Sterling’s trousers, and he let his fingers glide to one of the dragon’s clothed thighs, giving the flesh a light squeeze. His lips barely rose from the dragon’s skin as he spoke, merely a lie murmur in his lover’s ear. “Shall we get these off so I can give you more, Sterling? I need you to lift your hips up, can you do that for me baby?”

@☠　Fang Geming "Yes, claiming," Sterling confirmed with a single nod. "I like to hoard pretty things. You're very pretty, Fang. How could I not want you?" The dragon's eyes lit up at the idea of being bitten, and he smiled, catching his lower lip between his teeth. "Please," he breathed out, his head tilting backwards as he felt the human's mouth on his neck. Sterling sighed out in pleasure, trying to make as much of his skin available as he possibly could. His nails dug into Fang's back, trailing down to leave red streaks on the pale skin. Sterling, despite enjoying the slow pace, could not help but get slightly impatient. His panting was slowly turning into soft whines, his eyes fluttering shut. The dragon's hands couldn't decide where to settle, eventually grasping Fang's shoulders to try to pull him closer.

@♆　Sterling Vance A soft chuckle left the human as he listened to the dragon. “Claiming me?” He questioned, his voice holding a note of teasing. “That’s what I was thinking, but I didn’t want to make any assumptions with the ‘dragons like to hoard things idea. I haven’t met a dragon before and I wouldn’t like to offend a pretty boy like you.” Fang’s lips brushed Sterling’s jaw, and be shot the other a light grin. “You’d like me to bite you too? Well I’ll make sure to cover you in marks then, gorgeous.” He was glad the steady pace didn’t seem to frustrate Sterling so much, even as though testing the waters, Fang leaned to let their hips press properly for a moment, where he was hovering less over the other. “Fire in the bedroom isn’t really my thing to be honest.” After speaking, the human let his lips take charge, starting with only small nips down his companion’s jaw, to the crook of his neck were he let the little kisses get gradually more determined to leave behind the promised marks in remembrance of their night.

@☠　Fang Geming "Of course I'd want you to show them off," Sterling nearly whined. "Dragons are...possessive, by nature. I can't help but want to mark and claim you. Does that mean I have permission to mark you? I'd only do it where you give me permission. You're free to mark me up as you please. I also enjoy being bitten, so don't worry." Sterling flashed a grin, his skin raising with goosebumps from the feeling of being touched. The dragon adored attention, adored being touched and caressed. If he were a cat he'd be purring by now. "They linger," he assured with a grin. "They probably heal faster than yours, but they last a couple of days still. Only thing that doesn't cause marks on me would be fire, but I'm sure you weren't planning on burning me." Sterling's back arched up, wanting the male closer to him.

@♆　Sterling Vance “A little bit more fragile, mhm. Any marks you give me are gonna be around a couple days. But it means I’ll be able to show them all off,” The human purred, responding with a grin. “If you’d like me to show them off, obviously.” Fang let his head be guided by the smooth hands of the dragon, enjoying the endearing feeling of the lips brushing over his sharp jaw. “How about you, beautiful? Will they heal all at once or linger a little while?” All the while Fang couldn’t resist letting his hands roam, touching each place on Sterling’s torso that he’d previously been unable to. They went from bottom to top and then back down again, before they settled resting on the dragon’s hips.

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@☠　Fang Geming Sterling lifted his arms and the material lifted away from him. He kept himself propped up, reaching out to run his fingers over Fang's toned torso. "I've heard humans are more fragile," he commented with a tilt of his head. "Is that true? Do you bruise and mark up easier?" Sterling hoped so, only because he thought scratch and bite marks were so pretty it would be a shame for them to fade away--if Fang was into that, anyway. The dragon slowly reclined once more, hands reaching for Fang's face, cupping his jaw to draw him in. Now Sterling's mouth danced along Fang's jawline, his tongue sneaking out to playfully slip against his skin. Sterling, as a dragon, was a bit possessive, and he wanted to nip at and bite Fang and leave his mark.

@♆　Sterling Vance Fang couldn’t say he’d ever kissed a dragon before. He could just imagine everyone in Mortem shaking their head and tsking, and felt rather glad he hadn’t let anyone know where he was running off to for the evening. What they never found out about couldn’t hurt them though. He flashed a smile in return, and his hands slid fully under the pesky piece of fabric. “Arms up for me, love,” He requested, so that he could lift up the shirt, bit by bit. He wasn’t subtle about letting his eyes wander when the item of clothing was finally off, taking in the sight of the porcelain pale skin that he made a mental note to leave a few pretty marks on. If Sterling was a dragon, would hickeys disappear? He secretly hoped they’d linger a little while. Fang was close behind in removing his own shirt, sitting back only slightly to tug off the material before he discarded it on the ground.

@☠　Fang Geming Sterling had never kissed a human before. His current partner was only half, and even then Sterling hadn't been around many full humans in general since his family always told him to avoid them. So Sterling had been wondering if the human would taste or feel any different, but so far Sterling only found sweet warmth. His tongue slid over Fang's languidly, rolling around it playfully. He was about to try to pull on Fang's lower lip with his teeth, but the male had pulled away for a moment. Sterling nearly whined, but when he heard the words he understood. He smiled, a quick flash of teeth and dimples. A breathless chuckle escaped him, and he nodded. "Of course," he agreed, propping himself up on his elbows and forearms. His honey eyes searched for Fang's, a coy grin dancing on his lips. "Take it off for me?" he asked, head lolling lazily to the side.

@♆　Sterling Vance The hunter was more than happy to offer access to his warm mouth, his lips parting just slightly more letting Sterling do as he pleased while Fang’s fingers were busy roaming what he could touch with the shirt on. Even so he responded while he touched, his tongue swiping lightly over Sterling’s teeth before it met the other muscle. Even the touch on his back was enough to send a shiver down the human, his breath hitching just slightly as their kisses developed further. “Think we could do with these being gone?” He murmured, giving the other’s shirt a gentle tug, though much to his reluctance he’d had to pull back from the kiss in order to breathe words out. He was longing to let his hands appreciate more of the dragon, despite how the heated kisses dragged warmth to his cheeks.

@☠　Fang Geming Sterling stretched his head backwards, tipping it back to give Fang all the access to his skin that he wanted. The lips returned to his though, and he was more than happy to continue to kiss the male on top of him. Sterling nipped at Fang's lower lip playfully, letting out a soft laugh against his mouth. The dragon's tongue was also swiping at the human's lower lip, curling up against the top one, asking for entrance. His back lifted off the bed slightly, arching upwards into Fang's touch, into his warmth. One of the dragon's own hands had moved down to the hem of Fang's shirt, creeping up it and resting on his back. The warmth of the human was lovely, and Sterling could feel his own body temperature rising, breathing starting to speed up ever so slightly.

@♆　Sterling Vance The gentle pace was most enjoyable to Fang. Sometimes he too could be rushed by hormones, want nothing more than his clothes off and to be taking things rough, but he was feeling comfortable, relaxed around the dragon. He wanted to enjoy the moment in all it’s glory. As Sterling lay back on the bed, the human could move to hover over him more. One hand had dropped from the cheek and rested on the dragon’s clothed shoulder. The fingers burying themselves in his already untamed hair urged the man to let his lips wander. The kisses shifted slightly, to the corner of Sterling’s lips and then to his jaw, just brushing, nipping at the soft skin before they’d travel back to the intoxicating lips. His other hand was free to wander too, though Fang remained taking things at a steady pace, his fingers had found the hem of Sterling’s shirt, silently admiring the smooth skin as the slipped under.

@☠　Fang Geming Sterling might have blushed at being called a treasure if he wasn't so occupied with Fang's lips. The male was going slow, and Sterling was more than happy to follow along. He was young and hormonal and often times would let those hormones get the better of him. He would sometimes get too hungry and want to get straight to the point, but taking his time to savor the taste of the male on top of him, to feel his warmth and the softness of his skin, was much nicer. Making a mental note to keep things slow, Sterling moved a hand into Fang's hair, tangling his fingers into the male's dark hair. Laying back fully on the bed, the dragon let his other hand rest on Fang's arm, running along the lines of muscle.

@♆　Sterling Vance “Yeah, I remember you mentioning it. That must’ve been stressful, I’m glad you were alright afterwards. But I’m not surprised this Akaedi guy is a lot more protective afterwards though. Please take care of yourself, beautiful, what would the world do without one of its treasures?” The mention of the hunters made his skin prickle, but he refused to let it ruin the moment. There would be time to explain later, if the dragon even wanted to meet again after their night spent together. He let the subject go past that however before they had the chance to dampen their moods.

Fang’s eyes fluttered closed as Sterling closed the distance, his attention captured by nothing but the pretty creature in front of him. For a few precious moments, he let them build a rhythm, savouring the taste of the dragon’s sweet lips. At last he was forced to pull back for a small gulp of air, though as he did so he pulled his wrist away. The hand moved to Sterling’s hip, and sought to guide the male to sink all the way onto the plush bed. His lungs satisfied for a the moment, he returned his lips in a heartbeat to press against the mellow lips.

@☠　Fang Geming "Yeah, and like I mentioned, I got put in a basement. And that was after getting mushrooms from a hunter and taking them--which the taking part is my fault, I take responsibility. But still. My kind are endangered and have been hunted down so..." Sterling shrugged, not wanting to go further into the subject. He wasn't trying to make the human feel bad for being human, and the dragon wasn't trying to get into all of that when this very pretty human was so close to him.

Sterling beamed and leaned into the large hand. He was already leaning backwards onto the bed, one of his hands on Fang's wrist while the other looped around his neck. "Bottom," the dragon replied, his eyes already going half-shut and focusing in on the male's pretty, plump lips. Sterling's eyes flitted up only for a moment before the closed the gap between them, pressing his lips to Fang's firmly. The human's lips felt wonderfully soft and Sterling relaxed immediately.

@♆　Sterling Vance “Ah, that’ll definitely make it easier then, I can imagine he’d find someone of his own group trustworthy.” The man nodded his understanding. His brows quirked up with amusement at the cute grabby gestures, and he moved closer. “Alright baby.”

Fang moved to settle on the bed, his hands barely moving enough to be separated from the dragon’s grip. His gaze moved to the sealed camera and he nodded approvingly. “Much more privacy for us then.” Without further hesitation the human carefully pulled back one of his large hands, though only mixed it to cup one of Sterling’s dimpled cheeks, his thumb lightly brushing over the fair skin. “You want top or bottom when we lie down?” He murmured, though something within him couldn’t stop himself drifting closer to the dragon’s lips already.