The Rain Wilds Chronicles - Sedric/Carson (Relpda/Spit)
Sedric woke up from a dreamless sleep into a confused haze of heat and wanting. Beside him, Carson groaned and rolled over, his mouth and hands eagerly seeking Sedric’s skin. There was a feverish intensity to it, a glaze of desperation. Sedric sought to soothe it, but his hands felt strange, the fingers clawed, skin more scaled than usual.
With an effort, Carson tore his mouth away and swore. “Those bloody dragons!”
Belatedly, Sedric understood; he felt an echo of Relpda’s wings beating the night air, the lure of her call to her mate. Her need tangled with his own.
*
They stared at each other in the dim light, catching their breath. Sedric could feel Carson pressed against his thigh, hard and restless. Carson cleared his throat. “Well, this is awkward. What shall we do?”
Sedric could tell that he was fighting for his usual control, but he could also sense the strain in his every muscle, underlaid with Spit’s unashamedly single-minded purpose as he pursued Relpda. Carson looked so earnestly conflicted that Sedric burst out laughing.
“Suppose,” he suggested, reaching up to pull Carson back against him, entangling their legs, “We just go with it.”
He felt Relpda approve.
*
They tangled up the sheets as they moved together, a sweat-slick echo of their dragons’ wings tangling in the clouds. There was something heady about seeing Carson near-unencumbered by his usual care, the wildness in him set free.
Somewhere, Spit’s teeth sank into Relpda’s neck as he mounted; somewhere, a dragon keened. Or perhaps it was him; he was aware that he was making noises, digging his nails into Carson’s back, pulling him deeper. He felt sinuous, light, alive with primal bliss. Carson moaned his name and sped his pace.
Climax took him like flight, a swoop of purest joy.