Danyen smiled for the first time since he had thrown himself at her feet, a cautious quirk of his beautiful lips.
More familiar and no less dear, Rikard put his head back and laughed.
“Now then,” Trudy said matter-of-factly. “I want to understand this. When you said you would release us if you could…”
Danyen’s smile faded and his eyes grew sorrowed. “I didn’t mean to trap you. I fear it was the depth of my affection for the two of you that caused the bond to be created, and I respect that you are in a monogamous relationship. I did not wish to disrupt that.”
He looked as guilty as it was possible for a gorgeous man who looked like a model for protein drinks to look.
“You could just ask,” Rikard told him bluntly. “We’ve got one of those ridiculously large California King beds, you know.”
Danyen’s sudden look of surprised hope was as adorable as his triumph over knitting. “You have always appeared to be only for each other,” he said slowly. “I didn’t think I could be welcome.”
“Darling Danyen,” Trudy said warmly. She could not help but grin. A glance at Rikard showed his handsomest smile, and when she could not quite bring herself to reach out to their dragon, he could.
Watching her husband draw Danyen’s face down and kiss him was everything she had imagined it might be. Watching Danyen’s arms slide around Rikard’s shoulders made her breath hitch, and when they pressed together, she gave a sigh of delight.
At the sound, the two men broke apart and held arms open to her, and she stepped in to raise the stakes another notch.
Danyen kissed her like a force of nature, his mouth firm and demanding against hers, and Rikard’s arm around her waist and the taste of him on Danyen’s tongue was both familiar and something completely new. Rikard kissed her neck and nibbled at her ear.
Rikard’s robe was gaping, revealing an erect member that had absolutely no need for Danyen’s stimulating magic touch. Trudy reached forward and gave it a swift, gentle stroke before she moved her hand just inches to the insistent bulge in Danyen’s trousers. His mouth against hers stuttered as she stroked his cock through the fabric, and then he was turning to kiss Rikard again even as he pushed the neck of her bathrobe back over her shoulders.
“California King,” Rikard reminded them practically, when Danyen pulled back to kiss Trudy again, and he tugged them both to more comfortable quarters.
“Very sensible,” Danyen agreed.
Trudy’s robe was long gone, and Rikard’s was lost halfway through the living room.
Danyen’s shirt ended up in the hallway, and he was wrestling with his pants like he had no concept of buttons or zippers when they arrived at the bedroom door.
Danyen did not realized how badly he had wanted to touch these beautiful, wise creatures until he actually had his hands on them and could finally appreciate them with every sense.
Trudy’s breasts were delicious handfuls, dark nipples responsive to his tongue as he lay her down on the bed. Danyen spent a long glorious moment making her arch up against him and whimper as he slid his mouth over them and Rikard helpfully got his unwelcome pants down off of his awkward human feet, caressing weathered hands over Danyen’s ass and down his legs as he went.
This put his swollen cock at Rikard’s eye level as he pulled the last leg of the pants off, and Rikard’s touch was careful and reverent.
It was also surprised. “You’re...”
Danyen reluctantly had to stop kissing Trudy’s breasts to speak. “Our human forms are an approximate. A translation, we call it. And we made a few useful improvements.”
His cock was a similar size and structure to Rikard’s; the head was slightly more pronounced, but not significantly so. What Rikard had noticed was the fine veining at the surface, and the slick secretion that was already shining the surface of his firm flesh.
“Self-lubrication seemed a sensible adaptation,” Danyen said with a sharp intake of breath as Rikard’s touch became more confident as he stood. “It… ah... additionally transmits extra sensation.”
Rikard stroked him experimentally, his own cock rubbing against Danyen’s leg and Danyen’s hands, still caressing Trudy, spasmed at the ample ‘extra sensation’ that was coursing through him now.
Was it only because it had been so long since he’d lost his anchors that every touch seemed so amazing?
Trudy’s fingers on his arms and Rikard’s on his shaft both felt electric and untamed. He wasn’t here merely for the release, for the power they could draw for him. He was here because it felt so good, like he was feeding some animal need he never realized he had.
He turned away from Trudy and drew Rikard close, hands stroking down over his bare ass. “I was not sure of you particularly,” he admitted. “I assumed that you would not have attraction to me.”
Rikard’s manhood, pressed hard against the muscles of Danyen’s thigh was proof of his error.
“Don’t make the mistake of thinking commitment to a monogamous relationship means someone’s straight,” Rikard corrected.
“You have been with a male before?” Danyen had to ask. Rikard’s fingers certainly knew what to do with a male’s parts, and his breath hissed in at the gentle rake of the human’s nails over sensitive skin.