Trajan is descended from dragons. He mostly passes for human -- except when it comes to reproduction. His kind don't take mates, finding partners only long enough to incubate their eggs. Caught unprepared by a rare fertile period and longing for a child, Trajan takes a human back to his hotel. He knows it's wrong to use Elias without telling him the truth, but it's only for a few days. No harm done. After all, there's no reason for them to see each other again. Even if the sex is amazing, and Elias is sweet, and Trajan has suddenly realized he isn't sure how to take care of a baby after it comes out of the egg ...
Elias’ life has been nothing but hardship since his parents kicked him out. A night in a swank hotel with a man who seems kind is at least a warm bed for once. And the sex is great, if a bit ... intense. But then Trajan starts talking about dragons and eggs. Is Trajan crazy, or is Elias actually having an egg? And which is scarier? Trajan tells him he can leave in a couple days, but how do you forget an experience like this? Elias isn't sure he wants to, especially if he’s really having a baby.
Neither of them knows what they want. But with every day that passes, it gets harder to say goodbye.
Trajan would have been napping if he had been alone.
Of course, if he had been alone he wouldn’t have been woken every other hour by Elias slipping out of bed to touch the egg, so he wouldn’t need a nap.
On the other hand, he also wouldn’t have gotten laid three times in the past twenty-four hours, either. This bring-men-home thing really had a lot of advantages.
“There’s nothing to worry about yet,” he said for the eighth time that day. It was forty-eight hours since the egg had been laid. He shouldn’t have told Elias that forty-two hours was the average time to hatching.
“I know. I just don’t want to miss anything.”
“You’ll hear when it starts to hatch. It’s loud enough that you can’t miss it if you’re in the same room.”
“Oh.” Elias gave him a sidelong glance. “Maybe we should go to bed early, then.”
Trajan grinned and scooped Elias into his arms and carried him across the room. He tossed him onto the bed and began removing Elias’ clothes, a piece at a time. There weren’t very many pieces, but Elias was already hard by the time Trajan had him naked.
“You, too,” Elias whispered, licking his lips.
Trajan stripped slowly, folding each garment while Elias watched dark-eyed.
When he was naked, Trajan lifted Elias’ foot in both hands and massaged the arch with his thumbs, feeling tension drain away.
When Elias’ foot was warm and relaxed, Trajan licked the sole, then bit lightly at the arch, making Elias jump and gasp.
He took his time nibbling and licking his way up the inside of Elias’ leg. The slow pace was intentional, to distract Elias from his fretting over the egg, but it was also fun.
How long could he make this last, Trajan wondered. Elias was already breathing hard and Trajan hadn’t gotten to his thigh yet. Trajan made his caresses smaller and slower, tiny nips, sucking tiny circles of red into Elias’ fair skin. Then he soothed the marks with the tip of his tongue, followed by puffs of warm breath.
Elias was shivering, eyes closed and fingers clenched in the blanket, lost in a trance of sensation.
Trajan sucked one of his balls into his mouth.
Elias made a choked sound of surprise, then gasped as Trajan licked a stripe of wet up the underside of his curved cock and took his head into mouth.
Trajan sucked his cock until Elias’ hips began to twitch the effort of not thrusting into Trajan’s mouth, then abruptly released it.
Elias gave a soft cry of disappointment.
Trajan kissed his hip, chuckling against the warm skin. “Patience,” he whispered, and licked his way up Elias’ ribs as he began to finger him open.
He was two fingers in and teasing Elias’ nipple with his tongue when he heard the faintest scratching sound.