Galo slides a hand up Lio’s back and into his hair. It never fails to stir him up a little at just how easily Lio fits up against him. He slides his fingers inside him, cleaning him out. He turns his head to press kisses to the side of Lio’s neck, fangs grazing on skin.
“Easy. I know you’re still sensitive.” He tells him in a soft rumble that’s the shade of his draconic self. Wings appear as he sheds his human body for his half form. He’s subtly bigger, wilder looking. His fangs scratch on skin again.
“Breathe, baby.” He enfolds him, kissing the mate mark again and again, paying homage to their bond. Yes, they both will heal.
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“Easy. I know you’re still sensitive.” He tells him in a soft rumble that’s the shade of his draconic self. Wings appear as he sheds his human body for his half form. He’s subtly bigger, wilder looking. His fangs scratch on skin again.
“Breathe, baby.” He enfolds him, kissing the mate mark again and again, paying homage to their bond. Yes, they both will heal.