He clutches Lio to him and flames trail out of the sides of his mouth. "You got it." He shifts, turning and pressing Lio against the wall of the spring. Then he bites into his neck hard enough to leave marks and drives into him. He grips the side wall, his claws digging into the stone and stops trying to be careful.

Lio can take him. All of that he is now is Lio's. His wings flare like the sun setting in the sky. He lifts his head to catch Lio's mouth with his and pour fire down his throat. Water splashes as he drops a hand to hold Lio's leg in place.