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“Wrathion,” Anduin began one night, his voice barely above a whisper. His breath tickled Wrathion’s ear. “Can I touch your chest?”
On the quiet balcony loft in the Tavern in the Mists, the two young men lay together in the Prince of Stormwind’s makeshift bed. Moonlight streamed in through the wooden slats of the window, draping them both in a soft, silver glow. Wrathion, in his draconic form, had flown in not long after the tavern’s last few patrons had gone, and transformed in Anduin’s arms.
He wasn’t wearing his binder, not while he slept. He knew Anduin had seen the swell of his chest before, unbound beneath his clothes, but never had he felt it beneath his palms.
Wrathion’s heartbeat quickened. He didn’t usually pay his chest much mind. It didn’t necessarily bother him, but it also wasn’t something he wanted other people to see. But if Anduin liked it, and wanted to feel it...
Anduin was the only person he trusted to see it.
“Okay,” Wrathion whispered back. “You can touch me.”
It took Anduin a moment to move, as though he was surprised that Wrathion had said yes. He was pressed up against the dragon’s back, with his hands resting over Wrathion’s abdomen. Drifting them upwards, he placed his palms over Wrathion’s breasts, cupping them gently as he took in their softness and how they weighed against his hands.
Wrathion tried not to squirm as heat bloomed across his face. He wondered how long Anduin had been lying there thinking about this, about Wrathion’s chest, and what it would be like to reach up and feel it. He wondered how many times Anduin’s thoughts had wandered while they were together, to this hidden part of him that was usually so well concealed beneath bindings and layers of clothing.
For a while, Anduin simply held his chest in his hands, perfectly happy to lie there with Wrathion as he got a feel for what was possibly the softest part of his partner’s body, aside from one other place. He let out a contented sigh, and began stroking his thumb along the gentle curve of Wrathion’s skin, dangerously close to his nipple. The Black Prince shivered.
“You- you don’t find it strange? My chest, it’s...” Wrathion tried to say. “Many people would be...” disgusted, he thought.
“Wrathion, your body is perfect,” Anduin said, pressing a kiss behind the dragon’s ear. “You’re so strong and handsome. It’s not your fault if other people can’t see that. I love you exactly how you are.” He nuzzled his cheek into the soft, dark curls at the back of Wrathion’s head. “I would hate to see you let others dictate your self worth. You’re beautiful, Wrathion. Not in spite of your body, but because of it.”
The words, combined with the soothing sound of Anduin’s voice, made Wrathion feel lighter. His heart ached, but in a pleasant way. He nodded, relaxing in Anduin’s arms.
“Please, continue.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive. It feels nice. I like it.”
It was Anduin’s turn to nod. His hands had never left Wrathion’s chest, and when he started moving his fingers again, Wrathion finally gave himself permission to unwind, allowing himself to be doted on by his partner.
With an experimental squeeze, Anduin breathed in Wrathion’s scent, pressing his nose into his shoulder and inhaling deeply. Wrathion gasped as his body responded. A hot jolt of pleasure shot through him, settling between his legs with a dull ache. When Anduin began running his thumbs over his nipples, he felt a familiar wetness ease out his hole.
Pleased by his reaction, Anduin circled his fingers and squeezed again, this time with a little more pressure. Wrathion tilted his head into the sheets. He tried to muffle the moan that escaped him, but failed as the sound left him with a shudder. Anduin took the opportunity to press a kiss to his exposed neck, sucking a love bite into his dark skin.
Another squeeze against his breasts made Wrathion whimper, and as Anduin gained confidence, so too did his movements. He gripped his chest, moving Wrathion’s flesh in slow circles as he caressed his fingers along his skin through his shirt. It felt nice, and as Wrathion’s brain began to surrender to the pleasurable haze overtaking it, he realized just how touch starved he really was.
It felt good, having this part of him that he usually tried to hide be loved and appreciated. It felt nice to turn his partner on. And most of all, Anduin’s hands felt wonderful, pleasuring Wrathion in a way he couldn’t have imagined, until now. It was empowering to learn more about his body, and his desires.
He could smell Anduin’s lust, as well as his own. It made Wrathion moan, and made it all the more wet between his thighs. Anduin’s half-hard cock pressed into his backside, and with a gentle thrust against him, it swelled with need. Wrathion instinctively rocked back against it. Anduin groaned against his neck and pressed his hips forward, rubbing his erection idly against Wrathion’s ass as he continued to grope his chest. Stroking his nipples again, he pinched them between his fingers, humming in approval when Wrathion arched his back and moaned.
“Go on, Wrathion,” Anduin told him. “Go ahead and touch yourself.”
The command had been so gentle, so softly spoken, yet as Anduin whispered in that erotic, hushed tone against Wrathion’s ear, the Black Prince found himself submitting to it. As though in a trance, he reached down to the front of his pants, clumsily untying the laces with one hand before slipping it into his underwear.
He let out a small gasp. So much slick had gathered between his folds, the way it always did whenever Anduin touched him. His small clothes were damp from his excitement. Wrathion teased a clawed nail against his large clit, nudging back the hood to stroke the sensitive skin underneath. He rubbed, slowly, with the pad of his middle finger, up and down the length of it, and let out a satisfied sigh.
“Good. That’s it,” Anduin cooed, grinding his hips against Wrathion with increasing intensity. He flicked a finger against his nipple. “You’re so good.”
Wrathion whined. Wetness leaked out of him and onto his fingers. He rubbed his swollen tip in circles, focusing his efforts on the spot, and squeezed his eyes closed as pleasure surged through him. Blissful sparks of euphoria moved towards every part of his body receiving stimulation, from Anduin’s fingers on his nipples, to his own against his cunt. Even the frantic rutting of Anduin’s cock, stroking his other hole over and over again, overwhelmed him.
Wrathion sank his sharp teeth into his bottom lip. Suddenly, all he could think about was how badly he wanted to feel Anduin’s length against himself. He wanted to feel it pressing against his clit, sliding against his aching, wet hole, skin against skin, with no fabric to block the way. With an overflowing bout of need he couldn’t quite explain, Wrathion turned his head to address the human prince, eager to attempt his idea.
“Anduin,” he murmured, trying his best to hide his desperation. “I want to try something.”
“Hm...?” It was all Anduin could do to keep himself from rolling his hips against Wrathion’s ass again. His brain had begun to shut down as well, it seemed, surrendering to his urges. Anduin couldn’t, however, stop his hands from playing with Wrathion’s breasts, making the dragon whine softly as he pinched and pulled idly at his now stiff and perky nipples.
“I- ah-” Wrathion bit back a moan as he tried to speak through Anduin’s ministrations. “I want to feel you against me, between my thighs.”
“Oh-” Anduin let out his own needy, desperate sound. “Yes. Please. I’d like that.”
Wrathion’s cheeks burned. With shaky hands, and fingers still wet, he grasped both the waist of his pants and his underwear, dragging them down to his knees. Then, he turned to the side, hoisting himself up on one elbow, and reached behind him. He didn’t need to take off Anduin’s pants. Instead, he unlaced the front, and ran his hand over Anduin’s clothed dick.
The human gasped, thrusting into the touch. Wrathion smiled. He thought, at first, about guiding his partner’s cock through the slit at the front of his underwear, but ultimately decided against it, choosing to pull his small clothes down instead. Anduin’s length sprang free.
A whine left Anduin’s lips as his erection pressed into Wrathion’s now bare ass. Unable to control himself, he rutted between the dragon’s cheeks, making Wrathion jolt at the contact. An electrifying heat moved through him as Anduin’s cock rubbed his back hole, and he let out a choked moan when Anduin groped his chest roughly at the same time. Wrathion’s neglected clit throbbed, aching painfully for more attention. He felt slick leak down his thighs, making them soft and wet and ready to stroke Anduin’s dick.
As though he’d read his mind, Anduin slipped his hard cock between Wrathion’s legs and rocked forward. Two deep moans filled the room. His shaft brushed Wrathion’s folds, making them part around his girth as it slotted between them, and as he pushed further, the head nudged the base of Wrathion’s clit, dragging along the underside until it reached his tip.
The Black Prince couldn’t stop the lewd moan that escaped him, and in that moment, he couldn’t find it in himself to be embarrassed. The feeling of Anduin’s cock between his legs felt too good, and that was all that mattered.
Anduin shuddered. “You’re so wet,” he said roughly, his voice thick with lust. The observation made Wrathion shiver, and as if to prove Anduin’s point, even more wetness dripped out of him and onto the human’s dick. He felt a chuckle against his neck. Wrathion blushed to the tips of his ears.
It was equally enjoyable when Anduin rolled his hips backwards, repeating the motion a second time. His cock rubbed the dragon’s hole, in a way that felt different from when Anduin used his fingers. A strange thrill stirred inside Wrathion’s body—an instinctual reaction that he was too horny to understand. When Anduin moved his hips again, a third, fourth, then fifth time, the sensation only grew.
“Light, Wrathion.” Anduin choked out a gasp. “You feel-”
He didn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he sped up his thrusts and got lost in the feeling, chasing the pleasure he found between Wrathion’s legs. All the while, Anduin grabbed at Wrathion’s breasts, and began to pant into his ear.
“Ah...” A tiny mewl slipped from Wrathion’s mouth. Emboldened by the sound, Anduin took his index fingers and circled the dragon’s nipples, and to his delight, Wrathion made the noise again. The dragon could only imagine the proud look on Anduin’s face. Normally, he’d never let the other prince’s smug grin slide so easily, but right now, he couldn’t find the words. With every pass of Anduin’s cock against Wrathion’s cunt, his thoughts were becoming more and more distant, his brain going delightfully blank each time Anduin stimulated his swollen clit.
Then, without warning, amidst one particularly careless thrust, the tip of Anduin’s cock pressed against Wrathion’s hole with a surprising amount of force. Both young men groaned. It had happened so quickly, Wrathion was uncertain if it had actually gone in, but he knew Anduin had felt it too, judging by the sound he’d just made. Wrathion whimpered. He’d never had anything that large in there before, and even two fingers inside him was always a tight fit.
It didn’t matter. The idea was already in his head, and before he could question it, a sudden, primal urge overtook him. For the first time in his short life, Wrathion felt excruciatingly, unbearably empty. He ached, desperately so, and wanted- no, needed, to be filled.
He couldn’t recall when he’d started rolling his hips. Anduin was still moving against him, and each time Wrathion rocked backwards, Anduin thrust forward. His partner’s breath was hot against his neck, and the entire time, Anduin squeezed and pulled and played with his breasts.
He wanted Anduin’s cock inside him. He wanted to feel it stretching him open, pain giving way to pleasure as the human prince sheathed himself into him over and over. Wrathion wasn’t sure whether mating with a human could get him pregnant, but in his haze of pure bliss, he didn’t care about the risks. Rational thought had left him, and instead, fantasies of Anduin pounding into his cunt had taken over at full speed. He wanted Anduin to come inside him. He wanted to make him feel so good that he couldn’t help himself, that coming anywhere else was out of the question. Something about it felt right, and it made something, somewhere, deep within the dragon’s body ignite with joy.
“Ah,” Wrathion shuddered, gripping his sharp nails into the sheets. He was close. He wondered if Anduin was imagining the same thing—of how it would feel to push inside Wrathion—to bury himself in his tight, wet heat. How good he would feel surrounded by the dragon’s walls, moaning each time Wrathion clenched helplessly around him. He’d fill Wrathion again and again, until he was at his limit, shooting his release deep inside Wrathion’s-
“Ah-!” Like a string snapping on an over-tuned instrument, Wrathion’s pleasure peaked, and the Black Prince came. His small frame shook as immense euphoria flooded through him, intensified even more by Anduin’s length rubbing the most sensitive part of his body. With a racing heart, he curled his toes, and when he squeezed his thighs together, Anduin groaned. Between the softness of the dragon’s skin and the increase in pressure, the human prince found himself driven over the edge, climaxing along with him. His hips stuttered and slowed, thrusting thrice before stopping completely.
Anduin let out a sigh of relief as his cock throbbed, spilling several ropes of cum onto the sheets beside Wrathion’s waist. When he eased backwards, the remainder of his semen smeared across Wrathion’s folds from his leaking tip, sending a shiver up the other prince’s spine.
Lying there in the darkness, pressed against his lover and enveloped by his embrace, Wrathion felt the whole world fade away. He let the afterglow of his pleasure overtake him, focusing on the beat of his own heart and the exhilarating heat between his legs. Anduin thrust gently against him a few more times before finally relaxing to cuddle up against his back, leaning in to press chaste, tender kisses up the nape of Wrathion’s neck, indicating that he was finished.
As Wrathion’s breathing slowed and his pulse began to steady, he opened his legs enough for Anduin’s dick to slip free. Outstretching one arm, he rested his other hand on his pillow and settled into a comfortable position. He couldn’t help but notice that Anduin’s hands were still on his chest, and tried not to blush over the happiness surging through him.
“Is your leg alright?” Wrathion asked.
“It is,” Anduin told him, sighing contentedly. “I liked doing it like this. It didn’t put as much pressure on it.” He shifted his weight, making sure his injured leg lay comfortably overtop the other. “I might still feel it a little later, though.”
Wrathion felt his eyes growing heavy. “I see...”
He hadn’t realized he’d started drifting off until Anduin’s voice made him stir.
“Hey, Wrathion?” Anduin spoke quietly, pulling Wrathion closer to his chest. “I meant what I said, you know.”
“Hm?” Wrathion murmured sleepily.
“You’re beautiful as you are.” The human held him and squeezed. “I love your body. Everything about it.”
Wrathion’s breath caught in his throat. His blush returned, warming his cheeks and threatening to spread further across his skin. After a brief period of silence, he nodded. “I know,” Wrathion said sincerely. “Thank you, Anduin.”
Burrowed under the covers with Anduin’s arms wrapped around him, the Black Prince wondered if this was what safety felt like. He snuggled back against his partner and let out a deep exhale. Anduin pressed a kiss to his shoulder. As Wrathion’s eyes fell closed, he took in the scent of their passion one last time, and let the sound of rustling leaves on the trees outside lull him to sleep.