Save for the sounds of heavy breathing and Riley's own thudding heart, Kael's room at his personal estate was uncharacteristically quiet.
So he really should've heard and prepared better when the golden dragon said, "Riley, look at me."
"...Look at us."
Yes. Ideally, he should've also known better, given the new knowledge he had painstakingly acquired. But in his case, who could really blame him for fumbling when knowing was only a quarter of the battle?
Uh-huh. Not even half.
They had zero problems with acting on it. In fact, that was the part they got down pat.
Kael's large, strong hands settled firmly on his beloved's groin, the heat of his palms pinning Riley to the sheets as the broad, blunt head of Kael's hardness began to poke and prod at Riley's entrance. There were absolutely no problems in that department.
As for the other quarters, well…
