Oh, it’s a powerful feeling to be told he’s needed- to have this kind of control over the dragon he adores. It’s cute how his finger dig into his shirt, the way he breathily says the words. Cormag can’t help the way he licks his lip, eyes glazing with his own lust. Another press of his hips down is made, rolling into the bulge that presses against him ( he has to supress a shudder from the clear throb he feels through the fabric ).
“You need me?” Cormag asks, his own voice breathy as he lifts his hips slightly, dipping a hand between his legs. A quick tease of his fingers against the outline of Rayan’s erection is made before the other’s pants are opened up, the rider fishing his cock out from under the fabric. Another lick of his lips is made, breath picking up from excitement as he lowers his hips again, pressing his clothed rear agains the dragon’s hard shaft.
“Tell me-” He breaths out, pausing as he grinds down once more, “Tell me how much you need me.”