@viperous asked: “darling,” honeyed voice aimed to grab zhen’s attention, and only once he looked up at niraj did he hook one leg over zhen’s own, straddling the dragon’s lap and pulling himself close. the tinkling of charms chimed out as he situated himself, nipple chain swaying with his movements, and he made a show of fixing his skirt, the only article of clothing he was wearing to lounge that day. “i think i want to be pressed down into the couch and fucked til i can’t see straight... take one for the team?”
their grove was a mess, always is after a few centuries away from it. magic and the boundaries that kept it away from filthy human hands didn’t mean that things didn’t corrode over time. it was the only true measurement after all, outside of all the ones smaller, lesser beings had for say — rebuilding the shelter closest to the cave entrance. zhen had been tending to the overgrown weeds by the garden outside, hauling the wood they’d need and other equipment from the valley outside. somewhat tired, shirtless, and lounging upon the couch was apparently too much of a temptation for his lover. barely two minutes into his rest and raj was all honeyed tonality and sweet sunkissed skin, sliding into his lap with naught but one of those flowy, thin skirts that zhen loved so much. a contented hum rumbled up the dragon’s throat as hands automatically moved to slide along the length of raj’s thighs, revelling in the warmth and the strong, lean muscles beneath calloused hands. ‘ qīnài de, ’ zhen mirrored, reinvigorated by the way raj could make vulgarity sound so elegant.
he didn’t quite humour raj with a response, instead started kissing up from the base of raj’s sternum and up, very soft, delicate things as hands moved to settle over raj’s hips, occasionally rising up to flutter over raj’s ribs, hold him where he could measure the swell of his lungs, the shortness of breath as zhen’s teeth latched gently onto to the nipple chain and tugged, twisting the metal with his tongue just enough to get a rise out of the naga. devilish red eyes narrowed in a mischievous smirk expression as one hand came off raj’s ribs to slip between the couch cushions, the the other rose to tweak one of raj’s nipples, rubbing slow circles over the nub while zhen matched the action on the other with a slick, wet tongue, sucking and then flicking the tip of the muscle over it maddeningly. he loved this position, getting to feel raj squirm against him, hands free to press all of raj’s buttons, re - explore him as he’d done a thousand times before, searching for a particular scale on his abdomen that would make him buck, a segment along his spine that would make him arch, a spot on his neck zhen had bitten enough times that it just knew it was time to come.
‘ it’s not that simple, my jewel. ’ zhen replied, stray hand returning fingers now covered in lube, trailed along the length of his thigh before cupping one of his cheeks beneath the skirt, rubbing up against raj’s body in a way that suggested he wouldn’t be getting what he wanted, not right away anyway. ‘ you can’t just pull me away from the renovation with a sway of your hips and a “ pretty please. ” ’ zhen’s finger ceased rubbing at raj’s entrance and tugged him close by the waist as he entered, listening to raj’s voice carefully as he started prepping him. he could feel the hard length of raj’s cock rubbing against his stomach, teasing at how hard he was too, but ignoring it in favour of focusing dextrous fingers against raj’s prostate. he’d make a game of it, see how long raj could last with pressure upon the gland before zhen had to let up, but once after he had raj panting, he didn’t return those devilish fingers, kept them stock still as he waited to see raj’s reaction. would he growl ? would he hiss ? would he try to fuck himself on zhen’s fingers ? all of those sounded appealing. when he spoke, his voice was rough, deep, commanding.
‘ beg. pretty boy. ’
