"It does. And there's a lot to be healed." But it will heal, even if some scars may never fade entirely. Lio can feel some of his deeper wounds already beginning to mend, with each soft, affectionate touch from the other dragon.

He drapes himself up against Galo, nuzzling at Galo's jaw. "Mmhmm. Go ahead."

But he can't hold back a shaky moan as those fingers press back inside, still sensitive, and still all too easily stirred up. He can't help it. Galo is every fantasy he's never allowed himself to have, made flesh. He squirms against him despite trying to keep still.