Ashton chuckled softly at the way Barclay said his draconic name. Later he would coach him on it, make sure he could say it right and even tell him that it meant Bright Darkness in his native tongue. But right now he was focused on the words themselves, that Barclay was saying he didn't just like him, he loved him, and he didn't just love Ashton, he loved Celebrimbor. A human loved a dragon and the dragon loved his human.
"I love Barclay Grisholt," he murmured, kissing him again. "I love Barclay the Green." Ashton shifted, holding Barclay's eyes with his own as he reached between them to undo Barclay's pants. "I love Barclay, my witch."
Slowly he lowered his head again, his mouth and teeth coming into contact again with Barclay's neck, right where it joined with his shoulder, a place he instinctively used to show dominance and possession. "Mine." Ashton's hand slipped into Barclay's opened pants and under his underwear and he cupped him firmly, giving a strong stroke with his long fingers as his teeth nipped the boy's skin. "You are mine mine," he repeated with more of a growl.