Chapter 92: A devious dragon

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Chapter 92: A devious dragon Cass was panicking. He could feel how his body was trembling, and he knew that this was a lot. Of course this was a lot. A fucking dragon was pressing him into his own desk, like those fucking romance female leads, and he had a feeling his hand on his mouth wasn’t going to cut it if Draken really pressed the issue. "Cassian? Are you going to answer?" Draken asked, his gaze burning as he stared at him. Cass swallowed. He was sure he looked exactly the way he shouldn’t when around a creature like Draken. He looked like prey. There, he fucking admitted it. He was weak, smaller than the other man, and he was flustered. Cass probably looked like a delightful snack, and Cass hated that. Fuck. "I-I am not going to answer a question when you haven’t answered mine!" Cass shot back, trying to find his backbone. It was, unfortunately, being bent back by the monster before him, and Draken’s teeth flashed as he smiled. "If I would let you top me if it would cement our marriage?" He replied, tilting his head to the side again, before a feral, devious grin crossed his lips and Draken leaned in. His lips brushed Cass’ ear as he moved and Cass shivered. He didn’t like how sensitive he was becoming, and he blamed how tired he was on it. That made you sensitive, right? Right? "Cassian, I would certainly let you ride on top of me, but I don’t think you could manage to top me." Draken pulled back, staring at the shocked, flushed expression on Cass’ face. Cass felt his face twist, and uncovering his lips, he grabbed the front of Draken’s shirt. His grip was tight, and Draken looked pleased. He looked beyond pleased, actually, but Cass was too flustered and embarrassed to care. "R-Ride on top of you?" Cass sputtered. "Why you-you damn dragon!" Cass felt like he was exploding, his voice felt shrill, and even though Draken winced, his grin only grew wider. "You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?" Draken teased, his smug grin making Cass sputter more. He was not thinking about that at all! He was not imaging what Draken had said. No. He was not thinking about Draken on his back, in Lord Blackburn’s bed, his long, black hair sprawled out on the black satin sheets. Nor about how he’d probably have his shirt off, and Cass would be able to touch and mold that damn Greek body of his as much as he wanted. He wasn’t sure what Draken was packing, but it was probably enough, and Cass hadn’t ever bottomed or topped before, so he had no idea what it would feel like, but it’d probably be good. Probably. Draken’s laughter caused Cass to jerk, his inhale shaky as he realised that he’d gone completely still as he’d gotten lost in his thoughts. He tightened his grip on Draken’s shirt, the only thing he could do given the circumstance he found himself in. "Y-You said that on purpose!" Cass accused and Draken, smug, leaned in until their noses were practically touching. "What did you imagine, hmm?" Draken asked, and Cass flinched. "Were you on top, Cassian, or was it me?" Cass didn’t want to answer, and Draken licked his lips. Cass’ gaze dropped to the action, before jerking up to his gaze. Draken rumbled, pressing in closer. "Let me make a guess, hmm? I’m gonna say....you thought about how good it’d feel if I filled you up, didn’t you?" Cass’ jaw dropped, letting out a shaky exhale before he slammed his mouth closed. He was close. Too fucking close. It was different when Cass had been teasing him, because Draken hadn’t liked it then. This? This was not at all what Cass had in mind. Turning his head away, Cass let out an exhale, trying to reign in his thumping heart, and his dizzying emotions. All of it was shot when Draken pressed his lips against Cass’ throat. It was a soft touch, but it was enough that Cass’ legs nearly collapsed under him. "W-What are you-" Cass let out a shocked gasp when Draken opened his mouth and pressed his hot, slightly abrasive tongue against his skin. Cass shivered, and Draken leaned in, one of his hands raising to touch Cass’ lower back. "Mm. You taste good." Draken murmured and Cass shuddered. Weakly, he pushed against Draken’s chest, and Draken paused. "I just wanted a taste, Cass. Are you going to get mad at me?" Draken asked, pausing in his actions. "You seduced me first. I just wanted to see if you meant it. I didn’t even kiss you like I wanted to." Draken was begging, pleading with Cass while Cass felt his head spin. This was nothing like when he had been with Vespertine. This was completely different, and Cass wasn’t sure what to do. He had been confused, lost when Vespertine had, essentially, taken advantage of him. In this case, Draken had cornered him, and put his lips on him, but it didn’t...feel the same for some reason? "I-I didn’t mean to say the words I did. It was a mistake." Cass mumbled, his tongue feeling too thick, too big for his mouth. His lips felt like they were pulsing, and his breath hadn’t slowed down in the slightest. Draken was too close, his chest pressed against Cass’. His hand was trapped between them, Draken’s one hand on his lower back, while the other was still against the desk behind them. Cass was caged in by the other man, but he was held in stasis, as if waiting for Cass’ next words. "Was it a mistake, or a slip of the tongue?" Draken asked softly, his breath fanning over the wet spot he’d made on Cass’ neck. Cass winced, a small noise leaving his lips. Both froze. "That’s adorable. I had a feeling you were going to be sensitive, but I had no idea it was like this." Draken chuckled. "You were pretty bold for someone who reacts from a simple kiss on the neck, Cassian." Cass felt like he was breezing past several warning signs, practically blowing them up as he went by. How many BL warning signs had he’d gone through? A handful? He better keep his damn mouth shut or things could get worse for him. Sam better fucking hurry back with his book, or he might be swept away by the damn dragon before he gets back. "I-I-" Draken bent, pressing another kiss against the spot he’d been paying attention to. Cass closed his lips, but the soft sound he made was obviously picked up by Draken. "Your skin is such a pretty colour. Is it this pale all the way down?" Draken asked and Cass felt his face flame. Do NOT answer that. Don’t even entertain that thought. Draken’s hand on his lower back shifted, moving slightly upwards and Cass flinched. He hadn’t been held like this before, and so he didn’t realise he was ticklish until this moment. Cass exhaled sharply, surprise on his face as Draken stared at him, also in shock. Draken then pressed his face against Cass’ shoulder, against his neck that he’d been kissing, and his whole body shook as he started laughing. "Fuck." Draken exclaimed, in between his laughter. Cass was uncomfortable with how much he was laughing, and the way that he was laughing. It was shaking his body too, since he was wrapped around him like a damn snake. "W-What?" Cass stuttered, flushed and flustered as Draken remained wrapped around him. Draken squeezed him. "You’re too good at stirring me up, Cassian. What am I going to do with this?" Draken grabbed his free hand, pressing it against Draken’s crotch. Cass let out a screech, horrified at the growing length he could feel under his hand. Draken started laughing more. "Y-You pervert!" Cass exclaimed, way in over his head at this point. Draken continued laughing. "What? Never felt another man’s dick before?" Cass glared at the dragon. "Same sex relationships are not legal!" Cass told him and Draken scoffed. "Oh, and you follow the law so strictly, do you Lord Blackburn?" Draken teased and Cass shut his mouth. He couldn’t speak for Lord Blackburn, but Cass was pretty sure they were both virgins. "This and that are completely different. No doubt you have heard my family’s stance on this." Cass was not above using his shitty grandfather as an out. Draken chuckled. "Hmm, that sounds like someone doesn’t want to admit that he also liked the thought of us being together, hmm? I never took you as a coward, Cassian." It might have worked at any other time, but Cass was at his limits. "I am a coward!" Cass shouted. "I would rather be a coward, then...then!" Cass couldn’t finish the sentence, his words scrambled and his lips were not listening to him. Draken rose up slightly, moving until he could stare down at Cass. His orange eyes were unblinking, his pupils elongated still. Cass knew he was going to get lost in that gaze if he stared too long, so he glanced away, his lips pulled down in a frown. He flinched when he felt Draken’s slightly clawed finger touch his lips, pulling down his bottom lip and showing off his teeth. "What are these pouty lips for if they are never going to be used, hm? What a waste." Cass gasped, turning his gaze towards Draken who was smiling down at him. He bent, his lips nearly brushing Cass’ as he spoke. Only his finger prevented them from actually touching. "Remember, I am the best. The best at magic, the best dragon around, the best teacher, and the best in bed. If you wish to try any of those, you are more than welcome to send me a message through our connection, alright? If you send...hmm....desire, between us, I shall know. Anything else, you can send your little aide." Draken pulled away. Cass felt himself swaying, his legs weak and Draken looked him over, taking another step back as Cass scrambled to hold onto his desk to keep himself upright. Draken grinned after a moment. "You look so alluring with that dazed expression on your face and your cheeks flushed. Make sure the others don’t see you. If I find out Eddie approached you again, I’ll have his head." Draken smirked, before he left the room and Cass sank to the floor. Maybe it was a good thing he was going to have a forced week of isolation. He was going to need to unpack that.

Chapter 92: A devious dragon

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