Lio growls his approval as he's pressed back, head falling back to bare his neck to those teeth, hands clawing for a grip on wet skin. He sees those wings flare, sees Galo in front of him, looming over him and he's perfect, his magnificent dragon mate, his force of nature.

"My Galo," he purrs his approval before meeting that kiss, eager to swallow down that fire, to answer with flame of his own. His legs shift to wrap around Galo's hips, urge him on.