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works/506757.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Character:
      Jensen_Ackles, Jared_Padalecki, Misha_Collins
  Additional Tags:
      Dragon!Jared, Dragon_Riders, AU, Fantasy, Tail_Sex, Marathon_Sex,
      Claiming, Marking, Dragons, Beta/Submissive/Bottom_Jensen_Ackles
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-09-08 Words: 5788
****** Arcane ******
by Miss_Lv
Summary
     Any rider who looks can plainly see that Jensen and his dragon Jared
     are strange. A little too close and a little too in sync.
      
     So this is some more porn. It's Jared in a humanoid-but-not-
     completely-human-form on Jensen. Just a FYI.
 
Jensen tried to control his smiling as Jared closed in, lifting him and sliding
Jensen onto his lap in one smooth movement. He liked to tease the dragon that
he was fond of Jensen straddling him in either form. Sitting up on his knees so
he could reach Jared’s mouth without having to strain, Jensen pressed a light
kiss on the tip of his chin. With a smirk he barely swallowed a startled laugh
when Jared snaked in close, leaning down to nuzzle Jensen’s neck with his nose.
Tangling his gloved hands in the shaggy hair, Jensen tugged him so he would
move up. Jared obeyed, licked a long wet strip up his neck, leaving a wet trail
up to his chin. Jensen laughed then, wiping at it half heartedly before leaning
to drop a kiss on the corner of his dragon’s mouth. A dragging sound rustled
and he knew without looking that Jared’s tail was wagging in the dirt, a
pleased gesture. Jared’s loose hold on his sides tightened, lifting him and
pressing in close to give Jensen his own kiss. While he could mimic, Jared
never really did it properly. Sure he pressed his mouth against Jensen’s but
the action was rough, like a playful nip. Immediately he opened their mouths
and his tongue slithered in, licking at spit and dragging over his own clumsy
tongue. The act was more of a claim then romantic gesture but Jensen didn’t
mind, Jared showed his tenderness in other ways. The pointed tongue poked
around in his mouth, pushing under his own tongue and then against it lazily.
The forked ends wiggling lightly, tasting everything Jensen had. It was all
exploration for Jared, he never seemed to completely grasp just what it did to
his rider. But when he tipped his head back, pulling his tongue free with a
slurp, a tiny trail of spit hanging from Jensen’s mouth to his own, the dragon
could clearly see the dark lust in the boy’s eyes, smell it in on his skin.
Narrowing his own gaze he grinded Jensen down a bit more on his lap, and leaned
in to touch their foreheads. Twisting his head slightly, he rubbed his cheek
along his humans, nuzzling lightly in a gesture that carried more meaning then
a kiss ever would. Lazy touches while they stared at one another, it was
intimate, far more then kissing Jensen admitted, to touch and watch each
other’s reactions. Jensen felt his face heating up and leaned in close pressed
his skin against the dragon’s before moving down a bit. Without the slightest
hesitation, Jared tipped his head back and bared his throat to Jensen. This was
another crucial gesture, this was the powerful predator saying ‘I trust you, I
don’t fear you’. Pressing little kisses along the delicate skin Jensen pressed
the flat of his tongue along the pulse of his throat and then licked up,
tasting salt, dirt, and that strange taste that reminded him of the wind in his
face during long rides. Honestly the act felt a little strange to him still but
the dragon loved it and Jensen wanted to please him. It was also important to
Jared for him to acknowledge the gesture of trust, when it all first started
and he would hesitate the dragon had always looked hurt. Leaning back, he
offered his own neck for his lover to smear spit on.
Jensen could feel the familiar stirring of lust and he lazily began to tug at
Jared’s belt. It was a little foolish to make him dress when he assumed his
human form since it wasn’t entirely human. With horns and a long tail slinking
behind him, Jared couldn’t walk around in a village but Jensen had his reasons.
From a distance his dragon features were less noticeable so people didn’t think
much when they did occasionally spot them, which was always from a distance.
Plus it became an important indication for them. When Jared gave his neck one
last wet flick and then he slipped the human off his lap Jensen understood
immediately. Rubbing his slicked throat he tried to get the color from his face
and stood up, lifting his head to scan while Jared grumbled but slinked off out
of sight in a fluid motion.
Jensen took a seat along a flat ridge and waited for whoever was near by to
show themselves. Since Jared had left without any hesitation it was someone
known, a fellow rider Jensen guessed. The mountainside was spotted with patches
of grass and greenery and he tried to make out a human form among them. After a
short search he caught sight of Misha making his way up and waved to him,
letting the rider see where he was. The sky was slowly turning dark as the sun
set and in a while the night would hide Jensen completely. He knew his dragon
had specifically chosen the spot since the cliff at he back prevented anything
from coming above and the rest of the mountain side was below them, they would
see anything before it saw them. But then it was an empty worry since Jared
would know long before him if anyone was approaching. Even while he wore a
their form, Jared’s senses far surpassed any normal human being.
Misha approached the plateau, watching where he put his feet on the uneven
stones.
“Why is it,” he said in way of greeting. “That whenever I’m elected to find
you, you’re never anywhere close? Last time we sent Genevieve, you where in the
next room.” He complained without any real weight as slumped down beside the
youth. Together they looked down at the base of the mountain, the village
lights being lit. A bit closer and a little way from the village were the other
rider’s dragons, only Jensen’s absent. But by now the riders long stopped
questioning the strange coming and goings of the dragon. Or how he was always
back precisely when Jensen needed him to be.
Jensen shrugged and gave a small rueful smile to answer the older rider’s
inquiry and Misha snorted and gave him his on smirk.
“Either way, I’ve been sent to dance around a delicate subject with you and
somehow convey the important message while not out right acknowledging it.”
While some of the riders hesitated to be informal with the young rider of the
mighty Padaleckian, Jensen had yet to see Misha be formal with anyone, and
they’d been in the company of royalty.
“For the sake of keeping this sensitive conversation short shall we cut to the
ending? Then you can go back to hitting on the village girls and boys and I can
go back to-…” Jensen caught himself and let the sentence die off as Misha gave
him one of his scrutinizing looks. More then a few of the riders had questioned
and occasionally outright demanded to know where Jensen liked to slip off to so
often. But with a powerful dragon as his mount, Jensen was well aware he didn’t
have to explain himself, with no real question of his loyalties, no one was
going to act against him. Misha had never struck him as the type either, he was
just curious about the mystery of it more then anything else Jensen suspected. 
“Anyway…” He prompted and Misha leaned back, letting the near slip go a he
continued.
“We’re going to reach the eastern empire tomorrow. Jared has made himself a
name there, and while I approve of the entertainment value, the master riders
don’t.” Jensen gave a huff and slumped his shoulders, nodding wearily. He
already knew about this. Jared was a rare dragon, three times the size of the
regular mounts and a fierce fighter. The sign of power he represented was
important and Jensen understood why it was necessary for them to be present for
these meetings. A show of faith and a simultaneous reminder that they were not
weak. Unfortunately, all three times Jensen and Jared had accompanied the
senior riders, Jared had led fights with the eastern garrison’s dragons
“I understand,” Jensen began, running his fingers though his hair. “I try to
keep him calmed but…”
Misha leaned back, waiting for an explanation and Jensen saw no reason to deny
him it beyond his own embarrassment.
“Jared can be…concerned about me at times, especially with strangers.” He began
and paused when Misha gave a bark of laughter and slapped his knee.
“Your dragon is a finicky, possessive bastard, especially over you.” Jensen
would have been offended with anyone else, but that was nothing compared to how
Misha complained about his own dragon, Castiel. Besides, there was a grain of
truth to the exaggerated insult, maybe not so exaggerated even.  
“The Captain of the Eastern riders, Danneel…” Jensen hesitated, feeling his
face burn up. “She’s…fond of me.”
“She wants to tie you to her bed and keep you there until you’ve sired her an
army of babies.” Misha replied bluntly, smirking while Jensen squirmed.
“Something like that.”
“You’re the rider of a legendary dragon, Jen, anyone who’s obsessed with
keeping the blood lines wants you to continue theirs. It’s noble’s nonsense.”
He elaborated and Jensen grimaced at the bizarre reasoning. His family was
common born, he didn’t understand how being a rider suddenly made his blood
finer.
“But anyway.” Misha prompted and Jensen nodded letting his confusion over that
issue fade to the back of his mind with a shake of his head.
“It makes me uncomfortable, and Jared knows it, so he gets anxious towards her,
and her dragon…” Jensen trailed off, watching Misha comprehended immediately.
“…Gives him a warning growl and Jared being Jared snaps back and since
Danneel’s dragon is recognized as a leader among their mounts, the rest of them
jump to snap back.” Jensen nodded and crossed his arms, looking up to watch the
pink sky for a moment.
“And Jared is stubborn, he won’t back off and when the rest of our garrison
mount’s take note to his aggressive stance...”

Misha huffed and leaned back, looking down to where the dragons were already
curling up to rest for the night.
“It makes sense. I’ll talk to the rest of the garrison, between all of us we
should be able to keep you and Danneel separated.” He teased, nudging Jensen’s
slender shoulder and watching the youth give him a grateful smile.
“We can’t leave Jared to have to defend your honor all on his own.” Jensen
flashed him a dirty look and Misha grinned unrepentantly. People tended to baby
him far too often, just because Jensen had not filled out yet and was still a
youth. He had another few inches to grow and he was sure that eventually his
lanky body would bulk up. Hopefully once that happened people would be less
inclined to think he was helpless without Jared backing him.
“And on that note…” Misha laughed, leaving his perch and reaching out to rustle
Jensen’s hair before he could bat his hand away. Jensen fixed his with his best
glare but it lacked any real heat. The older rider reminded him of his brother
and he kind of liked having someone around that felt like family. Misha gave a
wave as he walked off, starting back down the steep mountainside.           
The shadows cast from the last rays of the sun were dark enough that Jared
didn’t wait until Misha was out of sight completely. He slinked back beside his
rider, taking the spot Misha had occupied. Jensen didn’t bother to stop the
dragon as he brushed up close, rubbing against anywhere Misha had touched him
and combing his own fingers through his hair.
“You know,” He started with a wry tone. “If you weren’t so possessive I could
have more friends.” Jared made a rude noise against his neck and Jensen
couldn’t stop his laughter as he let Jared drag him back onto his lap. They
both knew Jensen really disliked too much focus on him, since Jared has chosen
him he’d gone from an unnoticed youth to the center of attention. He hadn’t
been lying when he said Danneel made him uncomfortable, anyone who gave him
direct attention with expectation always had him on edge. Thankfully Jared
sensed that and kept close whenever he could. While Jensen complained about the
behavior and the way the other riders mimicked it, everyone was aware that he
never once asked them to stop.
Jared’s fingers tugged at his belt in a blunt gesture and Jensen snorted and
pulled free, leaving the warmth of the dragon’s lap to slide down to the
ground. Sitting back he braced his foot against the stone Jared was still
perched on and pushed himself away, slumping back to lay in the dirt. Jared
eyed him, from head to toe with dark eyes and his tail twitching before he
followed, knees hitting the ground with a solid thump on either side of
Jensen’s legs. He fell forward onto his hands to loom over him, watching to see
how Jensen reacted.
The youth looked back up, trying to decide how he felt as his dragon shifted
above him, eager to start. With a soft exhale Jensen finally let the tension
leave him, going slack under Jared. The male leaned down then, lips parted and
eyes locked on Jensen’s neck. When he was halfway there Jensen twisted under
him and tried to scramble away. Given the position he knew it was a futile
endeavor but he tried all the same. A loud laugh jumped from him when a solid
arm cured around his middle and Jared’s heavy weight forced him back to the
dirt. Jensen wiggled around, trying to shake the dragon off him but Jared
pressed harder, pinning him and after a bit Jensen gave up, still laughing.
Lying on his stomach he turned his head so he could see Jared and found him
glaring down with mock sternness.
Sometimes when he had Jared distracted enough Jensen could get pretty far
before Jared caught him. The first few times he had tried to run Jared he’d
been confused and worried until he caught on that is was only play. After that
Jensen was fairly sure that he let him get away so he could chase him down. But
tonight was not one of those evenings as Jared kept him firmly held under him.
They both knew where they were going the next morning and Jensen had purposely
asked to stop early for the night in order to have this time with his dragon
mate. If they’d spent the night entwined, with Jared getting his scent and
leaving his seed all over, inside, Jensen, the dragon might be less aggravated
in the Eastern Empire. Which was why he was in no mood for chasing games Jensen
suspected.
Staring up at the male looking down at him, Jensen laid his head against the
dirt and kept Jared’s gaze as he relaxed completely under him again. After a
moment Jared’s grip on his wrist eased and the pressure holding him down
softened a tad. Letting go of his middle, Jared’s hand slipped lower and undid
his belt hurriedly, pushing Jensen’s tunic up high and struggling with the
laces of his leggings. While he worked, Jensen stayed prone under him, the
slightest twitch would just get him pinned again. Jared sat up a bit more as he
gain confidence that his little rider would stay put, using both hands to hook
under the waist of Jensen’s pants on either side and yank them down to his
knees. Warm hands slid back up his legs, ghost light touches along his skin
until they cupped his backside and squeezed. One hand moved to brush against
his hole and a single finger pressed against him. There was no doubt this was
going to be a hurried, rough union. His finger sank in easily and Jared made a
low pleased sound at the slick oil already there. Pressing in to the knuckle
and curling his finger until Jensen took an uneven breath. The day the dragon
had found that spot inside him, Jensen had spent the following hours a mess of
whimpering, sweat soaked orgasms until Jared knew every possible way to touch
him there.
The dragon eased his finger free and Jensen listened as Jared undid his own
belt. It had been a while, nearly a week, which was long for them so Jensen had
already prepared himself before heading up to find Jared. When the dragon felt
the need to claim he became primal and rough. The act of properly preparing
Jensen, using oil to slick him and fingers to loosen his body, was usually done
quickly, too quickly. The burn was never too horrid but it still hurt. So
Jensen came prepared, ready to be taken and now that Jared knew it he’d rush to
bury himself inside Jensen.
The first time, because Jared always took him more than once, was always rough,
hard and quick. A claim and assertion of dominance over Jensen before the
dragon relaxed into playful sex.
The broad tip of Jared’s cock suddenly pressed up against his ass, rubbing
along his skin and leaving dribbles of pre-come. Jared gave a low growl and
lined himself up against Jensen’s entrance and nudge hurriedly. Jensen took
deep breaths and focused on stayed relaxed as Jared eased in without pause. The
motion went slow but firm, his hands on Jensen’s lower back, holding him to the
dirt, ready to pin him if needed. Whimpering, Jensen tried not to squirm around
and took it as the thick length forced him open. When he bottomed out,
completely buried inside him, Jared leaned down, shifting to press his full
chest against Jensen’s back. Chewing his lower lip Jensen did his best to
ignore the ache of it, knowing it would fade. He moved his arms to curled over
one another so he could pillow his head on them.
Warm breath bathed his neck and he shivered a little as Jared pulled back a bit
and shoved back in, thrusting with quick motions and giving Jensen no real time
to adjust. Curling his fingers into his arm, his gloves stopped his nail from
scratching as his body roughly jerked up at each shove. Jared’s tail curled
around his one leg, yanking it wider while the large hand on his shoulder
pushed him down and Jensen just took each hard lunge. Jared made low animal
like noises as he fucked his rider, mindlessly looking for the first hard
climax. Jensen was used to it by now and knew what to do during their first
initial ‘mating’. Which was pretty much nothing, just let Jared dominate him,
put him in the position he wanted and pound him silly.
Both of them were still mostly dressed with his pants shoved down and Jared’s
merely undone, Jensen was claimed viciously with brutal thrusts and a wet mouth
along his neck, sucking and biting. It was a dragon’s union and even though he
knew he probably shouldn’t have, Jensen got off just as hard as Jared each
time. Something about the wild nature of it, of giving himself up utterly when
he was the one usually giving the commands. Constantly trying to control Jared
in public and make him play nice when it was needed. But in these moments, the
rare times when Jared actually truly dominated him…well Jensen always came.  
Jared yanked at his tunic without slowing his thrusts and Jensen struggled to
get a hand under himself to undo the front laces so the dragon could pull the
neck wide and expose his shoulder without ripping the material. Once the smooth
skin was bared, Jared’s mouth found the familiar scar on Jensen’s shoulder and
his teeth fitted against it perfectly. Even though Jensen knew it was coming he
still started and whimpered when Jared bit down along the crescent scar as he
slammed into Jensen, shoving deep with every hard motion now. Jared’s teeth
applied more pressure, his pointed canines digging in as the body under him
squirmed. Jensen tried to stop the automatic reaction, to just accept the throb
of pain.
He felt it when the scar tissue gave way and the digging pressure let up
immediately. Jared hovered momentarily, still rocking into him, and waiting for
the tiny puncture to well up a pearl of blood before he closed his mouth and
sucked. The animalistic nature of the marking used to make Jensen nervous, now
all it did was turn him on.
The act coupled with the vicious thrusts into his body brought him to the edge.
He shoved helplessly, knowing Jared wouldn’t let him reach down and touch
himself until the dragon had finished inside him. The fabric of his tunic
rubbed along his erection and he pressed against it, whimpered as he came from
the feeling of Jared’s cock forcing itself deep, making his body open wide to
take him with each thrust. Jared crooned against his skin as he struggled
through his climax, pleased that Jensen took pleasure from the mating alone,
and after a few more vicious shoves he came as well, arms curling around
Jensen’s sides and trapping him as he pressed himself in until he hilted
completely, grinding in small motions while he filled his little mate.
Jared’s human form was essentially very close to an actually human, minus the
tail and horns, but the little details were all dragon. He was like a furnace,
giving off waves of heat with enough body warmth to keep Jensen from taking a
chill in the night without a fire. And when the dragon came, he came with
heavy, thick spurts, more then Jensen ever did, and it was hot. Not enough to
burn thank the gods, but enough to make him jerk every time it filled his
insides. Jensen’s eyes closed tightly as he felt every hot pulse inside him,
face flushed because it felt so ridiculously good. No human man could ever do
this, he’d never feel it like he did with Jared. The heat filled him and
Jared’s body slowly relaxed as he still suckled drops of blood from the
puncture and nuzzled his neck.
Jensen sensed that Jared sometimes wanted more blood but when he’d tried to
encourage him to bite harder he’d refused. In small ways Jensen knew Jared
coddled him, went easier then he would on his own kind. Anyone else doing it
would have been infuriating but Jared wasn’t thinking Jensen couldn’t handle it
because he was small, he treated all humans with the same sense of frailty. And
after a long night of sex, Jensen was always completely exhausted and covered
in bruises and scratches, every inch of him aching. If that was how he felt
while Jared went easy, he had no real urge to see how an unrestricted mating
would go.     
Jared made a low, inhuman, noise deep in his chest, a throaty imitation of a
purr as he pulled out and gave room for Jensen to turn onto his back under him.
Jared settled back down once he did, not pinning him but merely rest against
him now. Compared to the large male Jensen felt tiny, but the dragon never made
him feel inadequate like others sometimes did with their teasing. Closing his
eyes he pressed his cheek over Jared’s heart and listened to the steady thump.
Jared’s arm curled around his middle and tugged him closer, warm breath huffed
on his neck and exposed shoulder. Lazily Jared nuzzled and tasted his skin,
sucking dark marks and drawing little sounds from his small rider.
Jensen turned his face to the side and lifted a gloved hand to catch the
leather between his teeth and pull it off. Reaching to wrap his arms around
Jared’s neck he removed the other before cupping the back of the dragon’s neck
and trailing his fingers over the skin, moving to the front and lightly
dragging along his collarbone and finding the strong pulse in his neck. Jared
made his little pleased sounds, watching him and Jensen smiled up at him
easily. Dropping his hands down he slid them down between their bodies, and
undid the laces of Jared’s shirt. The dragon sat up then and scurried back, out
of Jensen’s immediate reach. Before Jensen could shoot him a dirty look Jared
was tugging at his pants, dragging Jensen a bit in his hurry to disrobe his
rider.
“Easy!” He laughed, grinning and sitting up as Jared obeyed and glared down at
Jensen’s boots as he pulled the leather ties apart. His pants went down to his
ankles and his boots were over them, straps of thick leather that went up to
his knees. The one time Jared had been too rushed to properly remove Jensen’s
boots and ended up ripping his pants, the boy had angrily denied him so much as
a lick for nearly a week. Horrified to have to sneak back to camp half naked
and steal a pair that didn’t fit and endure the teasing for it later on. After
that Jared was also required to wear his own clothing as well, an attempt to
teach him to use more care with clothing on Jensen’s part. So despite his own
eagerness the dragon dutifully removed each boot, fingers touching every inch
of skin he exposed. When he got his human’s pants off, he moved back in close,
dragging his body against the one under him. Slipping his hands under Jensen’s
tunic he got rid of that as well, and brought Jensen up to straddle his lap
while he ran his hands over his smooth body, touching the warm skin and running
his fingers along the line of Jensen’s spine.
With a flush on his face Jensen pulled at Jared’s tunic until the dragon
obediently pulled it off. Pressing in close, he butted his slim chest to the
dragon’s full one and leeched the heat there. Wrapping his arms and legs close
to fight off the night chill Jensen curled into Jared’s body while the dragon
crooned, curling his tail up along Jensen back. Sitting in his lap, Jensen
could feel the curve of Jared’s cock twitch against his thigh. The dragon kept
touching him, running his fingers over his back and shoulders, urging Jensen
closer until their chest were completely flush. Head tucked neatly under
Jared’s chin, Jensen closed his eyes and focused on the lazy drag of Jared’s
hands. It wasn’t long before they kept dipping lower, skimming over the curve
of his ass while Jared’s tail wormed it’s way down. Jensen shifted a bit but
with his knees on either side of Jared’s legs he was spread open and he
couldn’t close them. Blushing a bit he pressed his fingers into Jared’s back as
the tip of the tail prodded before slipping up, into him. Jared’s tail was a
smooth tip but had tiny scales that dragged along his insides in a terribly
delicious pleasure pain. Sucking in a sharp breath, Jensen felt the stupid
dragon smirking as the tail slid back and forth, the tip pressed right against
that spot inside him. Jensen took as much as he could, rocking himself to the
sway of pleasure until the stimulation was too much. Hissing out he tried to
get away, lifting himself up but Jared’s tail followed, the dragon’s arms
encircling him to trap him close as his tail kept pressing.
“Stop.” Jensen whimpered, trying in vain to get away until he couldn’t stop a
sudden full body shiver as he came, his cock not even fully hard yet. Jared
made a smug noise before his tail came free and he tilted Jensen’s hips
meaningfully. Trying to shake the weight of his climax from his mind Jensen put
his hands on Jared’s chest to steady himself. The dragon’s cock pressed along
the curve of his backside, rubbing the sticky seed his tail had coaxed out of
Jensen’s hole before he eased Jensen down. Making a whimpering sound the boy
sank back onto Jared’s lap, feeling each thick inch filling him up again.
Jared rocked his hips shallowly, pushing up and pulling Jensen down so he was
taking everything. The human struggled to keep the breathless moans low, his
knees resting in the dirt, taking his weight so he could bounce easily, head
thrown back as he chewed his lip and clutched Jared’s upper arms. The larger
male surrounded him, arms keeping him close, body pressed up against his
smaller one, Jared somehow manage to make the world fall away when they were
like this.
Narrowed eyes watched him, reading Jensen as he gazed back from under his
lashes, head tipped down as he kept moving. A trickle of sweat ran along his
face and his eyes drifted closed, every time he sank down he could feel the
forceful intrusion, his body made to open wide for Jared and he couldn’t
explain why he liked it so much. It’s not just that every movement made that
spot inside him sing, it’s something more, something about the way Jared
watched him so intently. The tip of his own cock rubbed along Jared’s stomach,
his body hard again as he rode the male, mouth open to suck in air. It was
rising up again, the feel of the friction and slip slide were mounting up and
Jensen could feel the tell tale strain uncoiling inside him. Shivering, he
fumbled to tangle his fingers in Jared’s hair and pulled his mouth down,
kissing him hungrily.
“Gonna come, so close.” Jensen whimpered, keeping his face close, pressing
their skin together in a nuzzle as he rolled his body urgently. Jared’s hands
were grabbing at him, lifting him and yanking him down roughly now. In that
moment Jensen was the one leading them, controlling the situation with soft
words whispered to his dragon.
“Come on, “ he urged, face flushed as he dropped his head to Jared’s shoulder.
“Come on, please. Need you to do it again.” The grip on him was getting
painfully tight, there would be marks tomorrow, but he didn’t mind it, god help
him he likedit.
Jared made low noises, snarls and growls, he was always so damn vocal. He
shoved mindlessly now, instinct taking over and Jensen whimpered, coaxing him
hungrily. “That’s it, need it, you can do it.” Jared writhed under him, hissing
and losing it, he always did when Jensen enticed him to. When the first
startling hot spurt filled him Jensen shuddered soft little sounds spilling
from his own mouth while Jared slammed desperately.
The hot pulse inside him along with the friction, the pressure against that
spot, and Jared’s hands clutching at him frantically took Jensen over the edge
gloriously. The boy couldn’t think, couldn’t even breath right as he came, the
head of his cock rubbing against Jared’s stomach, messing on it as they both
struggled to ride out their simultaneous climax.      
Before Jensen could think clearly Jared was slipping him back, laying Jensen
down as his cock came free from the rider. Still panting, Jensen just watched
Jared move back, curl his hand around Jensen’s thigh to spread his legs wide.
Trying not to whimper, Jensen clutched at the dirt when he felt the wet drag of
the dragon’s tongue on the inside of his thigh, a brief warming before Jared
moved to lick at his used hole. Jensen couldn’t help but jerk at the first few
touches but then he relaxed, lets Jared lap at his own semen as it seeped out.
The first finger slid in smoothly and Jared lazily fingered him, coaxing more
of his own come out while the tip of his finger touched that spot lightly.
Jensen whimpered and shook his head helplessly.
“Give me time to rest.” He pleaded and suddenly Jared was back in control
again. The dragon make an indulgent sound but kept touching his rider, sucking
dark marks along Jensen’s pale thighs while he pressed another finger inside
him. It’s too soon, too many climaxes in a row for Jensen and he knew Jared
won’t let up, that by morning the dragon will have him coming dry. Jensen’s
body was tried already but Jared won’t let him rest.
 
Hours later, when the sky was slowly turning light, Jared was curled in close,
spooning his little rider, making a throaty purr in Jensen’s ear while he
nuzzled the boy adoringly.
“I hate you.” Jensen grumbled, sore all over and wet, disgustingly wet with
sweat, saliva and semen. The dark tone went unheard by the dragon who just
pressed closer, his tail draped over Jensen’s hip and lazily slithering along
his stomach in a satisfied wag. Jared’s happy and content, clearly pleased with
himself and Jensen wished he could be more annoyed with him. He knows he will
later on when they arrive in the Eastern Empire and Jensen’s walking funny. But
right then it was hard to be mad with the dragon who was in one of his cheerful
‘I just fucked my mate senseless’ moods.
Stupid dragon.           
“Go find me somewhere to bathe.” He finally demanded, shifting slowly with his
body protesting as Jared let him go and obeyed. There’s a long line of bruises
along Jensen’s shoulder and neck, dark love bites under his ear and on his
throat. He was going to have to wear a high collar tunic and even then anyone
who got close would probably see them. It’s not like no one knows, it’s not the
first time he’s stumbled back to camp, clearly used by a male. But it’ll never
stop being embarrassing, the knowing looks and amused leers that the other
riders give him. Sometimes Jensen wished he could just tell them Jared did it,
just for their reactions.    
As he moved, sat up, he tried to ignore how utterly bone-tired he was.
Thankfully they still have hours left to fly so Jensen could sleep in the air.
Jared was vocal as a dragon, if anything unusual occurred his growl always woke
his rider so Jensen never hesitated to sleep when he could during longer rides.
Today was going to be a long line of awkward moments for him, going back to the
riders looking debauched, arriving at the Easter Empire capital still looking
debauched, facing Danneel, dealing with the high stress day with the ache of
being taken all night. There’s no doubt it will be taxing but as Jensen watched
Jared returning, moving with a light step and eager to please air about him, he
didn’t feel the dread he knew he should.    
 
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