Guy
“She won’t let me in.” I complained to Wyatt, tossing a ball at the wall while he did something I never thought I’d see him do: pushups.
So far, his body had remained solid for a little over 24 hours. But unlike me, he’s not trying to give Sapphyra comfort, he’s working on his gains. And it pisses me off.
“She needs space. Think about what she just went through.” He said, wiping the sweat off of his brow.
“She needs us to comfort her—” he glared at me with narrowed eyes—I rolled my eyes, “not like that. I don’t like her wallowing in it like that. I don’t want her struggling on her own when she doesn’t have to.”
He switched to one arm pushups. If I weren’t so mad at him, I’d be a little aroused—ayye where the hell did that come from? Easy brain, now is not the right time to be shifting into bicurious territory.
Even if it does feel like home.
“Guy, we can’t control how she processes trauma. The only thing we can do is give her space. When she wants comfort and support, we’ll be here. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get back to concentrating on this.”
I slowly walked around him, noticing how cute his butt looked rising and falling. Ooh, I should stop thirsting before I get caught.
“See something you like back there?” Were not words I thought I’d ever hear him ask.
“Just checking your form so you don’t hurt yourself…and fuming a bit.” I needed to switch gears. “Less by the second though—okay but why are you exercising so much? You weren’t like this before.”
He stopped, sitting back with his legs bent and feet touching.
“I didn’t have real sensations before. Now, it’s like my body’s on fire and at the worst time too.” He lifted up a nearby cup of water, drinking it loudly. Each gulp made me thirstier by the second. It didn’t help that a stray drop ran down his juicy lips onto his throat. I tried to be professional, tried to look down at his shoes.
And that's when I noticed a very thick, distracting outline in his pants.
Sweet goddess of dragons, why do this to me? Why now?
My jaw clenched as I turned away. “Damn that sucks.”
“You have no idea.” He smirked, glancing at my crotch. “Then again maybe you do.”
“What?” I mumbled, then groaned as my cheeks darkened. I adjusted my hard-on, trying to be respectful.
“I miss Sapphyra.” I needed her but I couldn’t be so fucking selfish. She needed her space.
“I know.” He quietly agreed, frowning. “I miss her too. But in other news, I believe she’s staying away on purpose—I mean, outside of grieving.”
“What do you mean?”
Wyatt snorts, motioning to me. “You’re the dragon descendant. I thought you’d know what time of year it was for dragons.”
“Time of year…what? Speak english please.”
He facepalmed and sighed. “Ridiculous. It's mating season. Dragon females go into heat once a year and I’m pretty sure we’re in spring because that's when it starts. From spring to summer or April to August. Each female is different but for Sapph, her heat didn’t stop until she got pregnant…which just gave us an entirely new set of problems.” He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck like he was in pain.
“I see…and for males?” He probably doesn’t know but it can’t hurt to ask. None of this shit was included in the archives—I’d damn sure remember it if it was.
“Never paid attention to them but I imagine they have a rut triggered by a female in heat. That being said, do not go near my wife right now. It’s bad enough she’s in her current mental state but if she is in heat, the last thing she’d want is to get knocked up right now.”
I could feel my pre-cum leaking through my suit and opted to float above him, hiding my shame.
“Would it be that bad if she was…” I know that’s not really me talking, it's the demon in my pants taking over. I’m not strong enough to fight it off completely.
He didn’t answer right away, he just gave me the classic “you’re a fucking idiot” glare of contempt.
“I’m sorry that was so inappropriate of me.”
“Come down here.” He commanded.
“What? No. I don’t have to do what you say.” Was I throwing a temper tantrum? Yes. And I was justified in doing it.
He took his glasses off. Fuck me, why was he hotter with them off then on?
“I’m not going to tell you again.” My dick throbbed again, eager to please him just like the rest of me. I groaned, adjusted myself again and floated down onto the ground. His eyes roved over me like I was a prized cattle.
If I was a good boy, maybe he’d milk me—AH! NO! Stop that, brain, what is the matter with you?!
“How long have you been horny like this?”
“Since you started working out.”
“Are you sure?”
“Okay maybe I had a wet dream last night about us in a threesome.” I could tell my pupils dilated just a little as I vividly recalled it.
“Focus.” He snapped his fingers, pulling me back down to earth.
“Right. Sorry.”
“If you’ve gone into rut, she’s probably in heat. On the off chance that she isn’t though, keep your drippings to yourself.”
He flicked some liquid off of his hand and I died on the inside. Oh goddess, I’d leaked on him. Where’s a titan when you need one?
“I-I’m sorry. I’ll keep to myself, I swear.”
“Guy, look, I...” Wyatt started. He was struggling—Wyatt Holt of all people—with me. What did I do to him?
“Yeah?” I took a step closer to him, examining his physique up close. What I wouldn’t give to just reach out and kiss him.
“I can’t—” he stopped, pulling me onto the ground with him as something crashed through the window above us, swooping down like a bird reaching for a victim. Floating above us were a pair of winged beings. I recognized them as another pair of high dragon council members.
Shit. I asked for a titan didn’t I?
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