Two weeks have passed since Avery joined their clan, and Oren is glad to see how much the little ice dragon has grown. He’s no longer afraid of everything, but he wears his worry and uncertainty around him like a constant cloak, something Oren wishes he could help with. They’re a family, and being together is important. It strengthens their bond and brings them comfort. Avery being only with Donovan is unheard of in their world and Oren hopes that the rift their love has caused between them all will be temporary.
The ice dragons have found Avery, and now they want him back. When they attack, Oren and Avery are taken, and their connection grows in their captivity. Oren will risk everything to keep his family safe, and that includes himself. He’ll die before he ever lets the ice dragons get their hands on Avery again.
Oren tried not to be uncomfortable as Avery came over and knelt on the floor beside the couch where he was sitting. It wasn’t Avery’s presence that bothered him, it was his insistence on being lower than everyone else. He claimed he was comfortable there all the time, but Oren didn’t like it.
“Want to sit on the couch next to me?” Oren asked.
Avery gave him a smile. “I’m fine. But thank you.”
It was only two weeks into Avery being part of their clan, and Oren was already at the point that he wanted to pick Avery up and make him sit next to him.
Avery was special, not to mention frightened, and Oren didn’t want to scare him more than he already was. He’d barely settled into the clan, but he seemed to be learning to trust them a little at a time. That much was obvious to Oren, and it meant the most to him as he sat next to Avery and kept glancing over at the top of his head.
Little Tobit came into the living room to watch TV, too, providing a welcome distraction from watching over Avery. Tobit was just as quiet and just as jumpy as Avery was. But unlike Avery, Tobit was completely comfortable in his place in their clan. Oren was sure Avery would get there eventually too. It was just the strangeness or his behavior at present that bothered Oren, so much that it was hard to be in the same room as Avery sometimes. That would get better in time, though, Oren was sure of that. He had to be, because the alternative would mean Avery would drive him mad before long.
He’d been with Tobit only the night before, in his own bed as well, but having him that close again instantly made Oren remember just how soft he’d been as he’d lain there gasping under him close to midnight the night before. He reached over and stroked Tobit on his inner thigh. It was a casual touch, one of friendship as well as desire, and Tobit smiled at him.
“My chores are done for today,” Tobit said in blatant invitation.
Smiling back at him, Oren took his hand and led him upstairs. They’d be quiet, only because Tobit didn’t like to have an audience, even though the only two people in the house who were exclusive with each other were Donovan and Avery. It was rare for dragons to choose to be with just one lover. When they shared their affections with the other members, the clan grew stronger.
Oren hadn’t seen a decline in their strength since finding out Donovan and Avery weren’t inviting anyone else into their bed, though. Tobit led Oren to his room and quickly closed the door behind him. They couldn’t linger there in the afternoon, not like they could at night when Tobit would quietly slip into his room. Sometimes Rake would already be there and the three of them would enjoy one another. More often than not, Oren was alone, and he always welcomed Tobit’s company.
He shed his clothes in a few swift movements, then reached for Tobit. He kept most of Tobit’s clothes on, instead choosing just to remove his pants and toss them aside. Tobit was eager as he propped himself up on the edge of his bed.
“Hurry,” he whispered. “Please.”
Oren was hard, and he reached between Tobit’s legs to stroke him before he lined up against his hole. After years of being together, Tobit relaxed instantly around him, and soon Oren was lost in the warm pressure surrounding his cock as he thrust into Tobit’s ass.
Tobit was quiet when they were together. Maybe he didn’t want the others knowing how many times he chose one of them over the other. Some clans were jealous, but theirs was not. Oren wouldn’t have cared if Tobit had been with Rake moments before coming to him. That wasn’t something to concern him. Their friendships and their connections, even their physical ones, made them a better clan.
Oren loved the sound of his body slapping away against Tobit’s. He’d be coming soon. He was sure of it. He never did last long with Tobit on his hands and knees in front of him and his warm ass pressed tightly against him. He just had to hold on long enough for Tobit to find his own pleasure before he could as well.
He sped up, knowing that was what Tobit liked best, and the bed squeaked under them. Tobit’s gasps grew closer together and soon he was shaking under him. Oren pumped away into him, holding himself back as much as he could until Tobit froze and went still under him. With Tobit barely able to hold himself up, Oren held on tightly to his hips and came in him with a cry that he muffled with his discarded shirt.
He held himself there for another few moments as he emptied himself into Tobit’s flushed body. When Tobit moved again, Oren gave him some space and began getting dressed. Tobit only had to pull his pants back on. “Thanks,” he said brightly.
Oren tugged him close and yanked his pants down again. This time, though, he wanted to clean him off. His cooling cum would have tasted much better a few minutes earlier, but he never left Tobit was a mess on his cock or his skin. Tobit laid his hands over Oren’s back and silently let him work. Oren knew he was sensitive after coming so was careful not to cause him any discomfort or pain. He only wanted to help, and soon enough Tobit was clean again.
Tobit leaned down to kiss his cheek. “Thanks for that, too.”
“You’re welcome,” Oren said as he smiled at him.
Tobit fixed his pants back up and then they went back downstairs together.