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"Good. I'm glad," Cassian said, a bit breathlessly. He gave a little grin, shy almost, as he leaned in to kiss Mason again. This time it was slower, sweeter, less urgent. When he was certain that Mason was finished, he pulled out carefully and began to do up his pants. They'd already agreed that this would stay between them but he couldn't help but feel just the slightest bit uneasy about the whole thing now the passion of the moment was gone. Even still, he was going to trust Mason to keep this to himself.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" He leaned down to pick up Mason's discarded bottoms, offering them to him meekly.

The feeling of Cassian fucking into him over and over and finally pressing in deep to fill him with his seed had Mason absolutely mindless with lust. It didn't take long for his own orgasm to crash over him, helped along by Cassian's hand and cock, his back arching and hips pressing up as he spilt hot and hard between them with a growl of pleasure. "Fuck.." Mason groaned, moving his hand up and down his sensitive length to work out every drop of cum he had. "That was.. incredible.." he murmured as he started coming down from his high, temporarily satisfied and full of the other's seed.

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"I love your laugh," Cassian blurted out, "It's always a pretty sound to me, clear as bells. Even if you're teasing me, I never mind because it makes you laugh and I always want to hear it. "

Gwyn's laugh and smile were big reasons why Cassian had fallen so hard and so fast for him. He felt like he was the center of the universe when that smile was directed right at him, his chest getting tight and his heart pounding. Gwyn had to know. He had to. He could hear and smell things just as acutely as Cassian and he had to have some sneaking suspicion or knowledge that Cassian felt a certain way when he was near. He had to, or why else would he ask those next questions? A big hand found the back of Gwyn's neck and he squeezed firmly. He tried to school his thoughts so he wouldn't blurt them out but the longer he held them in, the more pained he felt.

"It shouldn't bother me," he said tightly, gritting his teeth, "But it does. I don't have a claim on you in any way and I sleep with other people too, but that isn't what eats at me. I wonder if you tease them like you do with me. I wonder if you just tell me things because you like toying with me and if you say them to everybody else." It felt heavy to admit but they were the thoughts that constantly ran through his head when he saw Gwyn. Cassian's eyes went down and he let go of Gwyn to take a few steps away, towards the house.

"Now isn't a good time," he repeated. Cassian looked like he was in physical pain for what he just admitted, "Maybe we can have this conversation later? This spell is doing a number on me and I can't keep my thoughts in my head. I was trying to focus on reciting medications but I can't do that when I'm looking at you. I can only think about how much I want to kiss you."

It was surprising to see the look of horror on Cassian's face as Roland skipped over to him. Here he'd have though the dragon would be happy to see Gwyn but perhaps he'd misjudged or it was a spell or something. It didn't stop him from touching and talking, of course, and the truth was revealed a moment later. A truth spell, was it? Or perhaps one that made him speak his mind. That seemed lucky for Roland and while he'd already been planning on trying to suss out how Cassian felt about his fledgling this spell would just make it that much easier.

He laughed easily, not in the least offended by anything the dragon said and leaned against him affectionately. "What makes you think I've ever gotten my fill of you?" He smiled, truly showing there was no harm done. He doubted the real Gwyn would have been offended by any of it either. "Would it bother you if I was with other people?" He teased. "Even if none of them matter when I'm with you. They might as well not exist." Laying it on a little thick, maybe, but if the dragon was jealous that would certainly seem to indicate this was more serious than just some sort of casual fling.

"You really don't need to apologize, love. There's nothing to be sorry for! Of course I've come to see you. Self-protection?" He leaned back a little, mock wide-eyed and fluttered his lashes at the dragon. "Whyever would you need protection from me? I'm clearly harmless." The mischief in his eyes indicated he knew that was not entirely true but he was still just joking and teasing as he hoped Cassian realised. If it got him to spill more truth, though, Roland definitely wasn't going to complain.

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Cassian was eager to do as told, curling his fingers in Gwyn's hair and pulling hard to get some control. He watched as Gwyn lapped and mouthed at him through the lace of the panties, biting on his lower lip at the beautiful vision. He'd never forget this, truly. To see Gwyn so desperate for him pleased him endlessly, made him want more. He'd keep this up for as long as the sith needed him to, even if it hurt, because Cassian wanted all of Gwyn's attentions. That was a feeling he'd examine a little more closely later, however. He let out a hiss of relief when Gwyn freed his cock. He felt good not to be trapped behind the lace any longer. His dark gaze grew hungry at the suggestion.

"I'll fuck you any way you want me to," Cassian replied. He tensed at the beginning of his name, but relaxed quickly enough afterwards at the apology. Using his grip on Gwyn's hair, he tugged back slowly to make the sith look up at him more fully. His free hand cupped the side of his face, his thumb pressing at the corner of plush lips. He let go so he could take his cock in hand and tap the heavy tip twice against Gwyn's mouth to signal for him to open up and once he did, Cassian bullied himself inside roughly, pulling Gwyn's head down to meet him. He didn't wait before he started to roll his hips, fluid and steady, to fuck Gwyn's mouth in earnest and getting deeper and deeper with every thrust.

Gwyn moaned his encouragement at the feeling of Cassian's fingers sliding through his hair, arousal washing through him so powerfully he shuddered with it a moment. "You can pull," He gasped, taking his mouth off the dragon's hot flesh for the briefest moment, "Do it, darling, I want you to." He wanted even more than that. He licked and sucked at Cassian hungrily through the lace until it was soaked with saliva instead of seed, dropping a hand into his lap to squeeze himself through his clothes. It was nearly painful how hard he was, but there was more than one way to get his satisfaction.

Once content with the work he'd done to clean him, Gwyn tugged the panties down just far enough to free Cassian's length, letting the band snap back into place under his cock. His eyes were fixed there for a long, hungry moment, stroking his hands up the back of Cassian's thighs. "Wonder how fast you can come again if I don't use the spell," Gwyn mused, gaze flicking up to Cassian's face with a little grin, "What do you think, my dear?" He leaned in to nuzzle into the dragon's groin, murmuring between kisses against the base, "You want to fuck my mouth until I can get you off again?" He was fixated on the idea the moment it entered his mind: the bruising force Cassian could use on him, how far the other could push into his throat with a cock that size. He could feel himself throbbing faintly inside his trousers at the thought, so easily inflamed with this magic by the prospect of such crude handling. "Please, Cas-" He stuttered to stop the name with a flood of realization, hiccupping into laughter as he rubbed his cheek restlessly against Cassian's hip. "Please, darling, I'm sorry."

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The rough nature of the kiss was what Cassian needed. What the doctor ordered, as it were. He kissed Gwyn with abandon, trying to contain his electricity. Every little nip made him moan, made him whimper. It all left him starving for more. But he couldn't help but notice that Gwyn was being rougher than normal. He was usually teasing and sweet, liked to string Cassian along until he was at the end of his rope and begging. This was much more to the point, which didn't mean that the dragon was complaining at all. He just couldn't help but feel there was another factor at play, which might have been a spell. He didn't care. Being subject to it was not something he was going to stop.

"You don't need to apologize," he managed, taking a few panted breaths. As Gwyn slipped down between his legs, he parted them to give him a little more room. Dark eyes watched as that sneaky tongue lapped up his spend, his cock stirring with interest. He might have come already but he had the stamina to bounce back quickly which he was thankful for. He could see that Gwyn wasn't done with him yet and if he was being honest, he wasn't done either.

"Fuck," he groaned, Gwyn's tongue over the lace providing a new sensation for him. His hands reached for that pretty head of curls so he could bury his fingers into the locks, petting them back and even tugging slightly. "Not protesting at all."

Gwyn only realized his mistake as Cassian's fingers bit into his shoulders, but he was far too riveted by the sight of the spell taking effect to feel much guilt about it. He could see Cassian's cock twitching beneath his panties as the dragon was suddenly forced to spill, white dripping through red lace, and the sith's mouth was positively watering before Cassian was staggering away and dragging Gwyn along with him. Interrupt his teasing it might, but Gwyn had no capacity to resist such an energetic bout of kisses. He met Cassian's mouth just as eager and borderline messy, worrying lovingly at his lips until they were swollen from the sith's nipping. The spell made all of Gwyn's lust turn starving and rough and he knew Cass could take it, even if the master had come into the doctor's office with different plans. Surely there was room for both.

"I should apologize for the mess, darling," He gasped as soon as he could muster the self control to part from the dragon, "But I find myself not sorry at all. It wouldn't be honest." Gwyn mashed one more happy kiss to Cassian's cheek, "But I can apologize for my own lack of remorse, can't I? I daresay you won't protest." He slithered off of Cassian's lap and onto the floor in front of him, nestling between the other's legs to ruck up the skirt even further. Gwyn wasted no time pressing his mouth to the drips of come staining Cassian's thighs, licking over the fishnets unabashedly to cleanse his skin. The sith groaned aloud at primal taste of him, nuzzling up closer to the source until Gwyn could lave his tongue over the head of Cassian's cock through crimson lace.

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The dragon was only soothed the slightest bit by those honeyed words, soothed a bit more by that sweet little kiss. He was indeed at Gwyn's mercy and he was not relieved. Gwyn liked to play and ordinarily, Cassian was a yes man. If Gwyn wanted to try something, Cassian was a more than willing participant. Now? He had all the trepidation in the world. He had no control over the magic flooding through him which wasn't-- Actually, part of it was Gwyn's fault. He took a gentle breath in and let it out slowly, trying to enjoy the feeling of Gwyn's attentions and cast the spells out of his mind.

He gave a little smile at the look on Gwyn's face when the skirt lifted. Cross-dressing had never been on his list of things to try but if the sith liked it, well. Maybe they could go lingerie shopping together for both of them when this mess was all said and done.

All of Cassian's thoughts came to a screeching halt when he heard his name uttered from those plush lips. His hands clenched around Gwyn's shoulders as he orgasmed, a startled and pleasured sound escaping him. Come seeped through the red lace, trickling down his thighs as he huffed, another bolt of static lighting up the inside of his mouth. He cursed and wobbled back to perch against his desk, pulling Gwyn with him and smashing their mouths together in another kiss.

He'd always enjoyed Cassian's flushes and now was no exception, Gwyn dimpling at the sight of that pretty pink stealing into the other's cheeks. "I love how you look when you're nervous," He murmured, the thought slipping right off his tongue without a moment's hesitation, "So sweet. Such a big, strong man at my mercy." He pushed up onto his toes to reach him properly, sliding his fingers comfortingly through Cassian's hair, grasping the little hat in one hand and flicking it over his shoulder. He leaned in just enough to give the other a sweet kiss, as soft as the sith could manage it with the hunger in his system. "Of course I want to. I want to know everything that has to do with you." A much stronger sentiment than he'd intended to voice, but the secondary of the spells, the one Gwyn hadn't worried so much about, was proving to be just as strong as the first.

"I won't laugh," He promised, eyes sparkling as he returned to Cassian's fishnet-covered thighs, enjoying the texture against his palms and the warmth of the other's skin as he slid his hands beneath, rucking up the skirt as he pressed upwards. Gwyn nearly wavered for the intensity of the lust that struck him seeing what was underneath, that barely-there scrap of red lace that was all that preserved poor Cassian's modesty, curving beautifully over the shape of the other's cock. "Oh, Cassian..." Gwyn murmured appreciatively, his carefully laid plans and indeed the spell itself completely forgotten.

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Cassian was not having a fun time today. He'd been hit with a magic wand and as a result was speaking everything that came to mind. The more he tried to keep it in, the more built up that he needed to say. It almost hurt to clench his mouth shut and he'd learned it was just better to let the words flow. The issue, he was finding, was that he was a bad candidate for this. He constantly had running thoughts and couldn't keep his mind blank to save his life.

He'd left work. He couldn't bear to think of spewing out his unfiltered thoughts to a potential patient. The clinic was usually very slow but it would be just his luck for someone to come in that needed a gentler hand. No, he was going to lock himself in his house until he could keep his thoughts on the inside, thank you.

The dragon was coming up on his rental when he saw Gwyn. Oh, Gwyn. Cassian stilled in his driveway, watching in abject horror as the sith skipped to him. He was frozen as that slim hand caressed his side, mind blissfully blank for all of five seconds until those questions were asked.

"I would have thought you'd gotten your fill of me from the other day," Cassian said. He winced. "Sorry, I can't control my mouth. It's a spell. I didn't mean it as if you might be done with me, I just thought you'd be with other people." He winced again. He knew both of them were seeing others but it didn't ever stop him from being slightly jealous.

"Sorry. You've come to see me, I should be more accommodating. Wait, you have come to see me, right? Of course you have. I can't help but be-- Skeptical. I don't mean it in a bad way, more of a self-protection kind of way. Ah, sorry. Maybe now isn't a good time."

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If Roland had to change bodies with anyone, he certainly didn't mind being in his youngest fledgling's. He knew this body intimately well, after all, and was not overly bothered by the idea of Gwyn in his where he must be. They would have to run into each other like this, of course, but Roland was aware that Gwyn had been spending quite a lot of time with a certain dragon they were both fond of. It would be both a test to see how well he could pretend to be Gwyn and an interesting experiment to see how Cassian responded to him like this. Roland was also curious about what Cassie might have been hit with during this chaotic event.

Rather than walk or glide in his usual poised manner, Roland skipped in Gwyn's body, figuring it would be rather more in character for his fledgling. He threw in an occasional twirl just for fun. Roland had a slightly higher perspective on everything, given the few inches Gwyn had on him, but was overall slighter. He still felt powerful, of course, just in a slightly different way. He had a feeling he would miss his fangs though he'd already drawn out the claws a few times just to see how it felt.

It didn't take long to skip his way to Cassian, grinning broadly as he did and came to a graceful halt in front of him. "There you are, darling! How've you done with all this chaos? Hit with anything interesting? Or something fun you want to try out?" He leaned close, slipping a hand along the dragon's side. Roland and Gwyn were both tactile and both liked to talk so it wasn't too hard to act like him, though he had to consciously try and change up his speech a little. Gwyn's eyes glittered with delight and mischief but that was also very much in character.

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He shouldn't have felt so vulnerable. Gwyn had seen him in far less on more than one occasion but this, somehow, felt worse than being completely naked in front of him. Everything from the fishnets to the silly little hat were just so not Cassian, it felt humiliating. His grip tightened on the skirt as Gwyn stepped up to him and held his hips. He flushed more at the compliments, his method to play for mercy backfired.

"You truly want to?" he stammered, flushing brighter. He hadn't known that this might have been a kink of Gwyn's but after getting to know him, he shouldn't have been surprised. The doctor gave a small and nervous breath, a zip of static crawling over his teeth. He soothed the sensation with his tongue and very slowly began to unfurl his fingers from around the hem of the skirt. He grabbed at Gwyn's shoulders as if to steady himself wobbling precariously in his heels.

"I'm trusting you," Cassian warned feebly, "Not to laugh or anything like that. I don't think you would. But even still. This is not-- Everything came with the spell that got me." He didn't make a habit out of wearing skimpy, lacy red panties.

The costume absolutely did not fit the dragon at all, but Gwyn thought that was one reason he liked it so much. Or maybe it was just the extra arousal that had gotten him half hard just from sidling into the office before Cassian and catching his doctor's lovely scent on his coat hanging off the hook on the door. Gwyn couldn't keep the smile off his face watching Cassian hunch in on himself, desperately endeared and so curious to see what the other was trying to hide under that skirt. He knew the power he held over him, it was just a matter of picking the right time to deploy it.

"Very nice," He chirped, stepping into Cassian's space and settling his hands on the dragon's hips, tipping his chin up high to meet the other's eyes in those remarkable shoes, "You're so sweet to me, lovely. So pretty." Gwyn bit his lip against his grin, stroking down the outside of Cassian's thighs until he reached the bottom of his tiny skirt. It didn't take long at all and the sith was all but burning with excitement at the thought of creeping his hands underneath. "What do you have on under here, precious? Will you let me see?"

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Cassian had been trying to hide in his office. He'd been hit by magic coming back to the clinic from his lunch break and now he was stuck in a sexy doctor costume meant for ladies. It was too tight, too skimpy for his liking on his own body, and the undergarments were not exactly his style. He had nearly collided into Ravi rushing into their respective safe spaces and had been too preoccupied with his own predicament to appreciate the humor in the fact that they were both wearing sexy outfits. The only thought he managed about the situation was that it was a little odd that Ravi had been covering his groin like that with his lab coat. Cassian let the thought dissipate and shut himself into his office only to turn and find Gwyn waiting for him.

He stood in place, swallowing hard, as Gwyn moved around him like a circling shark. The heels he was in made him even taller but it was hard to be confident in that when his miniskirt was riding so high. His hands went to the hem to try and tug it down and hold it there, his shoulders slouched inwards. He winced and braced for the magic to hit him but Gwyn didn't say his full name. He let out the smallest sigh.

"Right. Because you're incredibly responsible," Cassian agreed, "You're the most kind and gentle man I've ever met and you are so, so nice to me." He tried.

Gwyn's eyes roamed greedily over the dragon, taking in the sight of the incredibly skimpy outfit he'd already been dress in. "Irresponsible? Me?" He asked innocently, circling around Cassian as he batted his eyes, running a finger over the red fishnets. "When have you ever known me to be like that, Ca -- my darling?"

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"How are patients supposed to take me seriously in this?"

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"Wh-- Oh no," Cassian immediately started to blush up his neck. He wiped a big hand over his mouth, nervous. "You aren't going to be irresponsible with this... Are you?"

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Cassian tried to keep his jaw clenched tightly shut. He managed it for all of five seconds before words came spewing out.

"I'm really terrified of these magic wands. I'm usually intrigued and a little jealous of magic but not like this. This just seems irresponsible? I can't believe the council would allow it. What if a councilman got hit with a spell to make them give secrets of state or something like that? And what if I see someone who I might not have a favorable opinion of? Not that I dislike anybody. I actually quite like this town and the little place I've managed to fit into. Oh look, a cat."

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He finally let go of Gwyn's necklace as if he were reassured that the sith wouldn't disappear on him again. He rearranged it on his neck to let it lay flat as that giggle made him smile out of reflex. "Only briefly but it was enough to let me know that I don't want to meet him ever again. He was very interested in the length of my bones and my teeth?" But the most disconcerting thing had been how empty his eyes had been. The very thought made Cassian shudder. Yeah, no. He'll pass on making friendly with the ghost.

"You might have to handle him, yes," Cassian joked. He slipped a hand down the length of Gwyn's back, caressing with a gentle up and down motion. He rested his hand at the small of his back when he was done, just to hold him closer. "I'm a lover, not a fighter." He tilted his head at the questions and laughed, his head tipping back slightly. He ended up shaking it, mirth still in his eyes behind his own mask.

"Gwyn," he said, "You know me. I don't think I could make an enemy if I tried. I'm too much of a pushover."

Gwyn hadn't expected that move, lips parting in surprise as Cassian's fingers twisted and the chain of his necklace drew snug against his throat. The sith's head tipped back without a whisper of complaint, his eyes shining as Cassian bent to kiss him properly. He was grinning like a fool by the time the dragon relinquished his lips, warmed from toe to tip by the daring of that little maneuver, Gwyn's gaze lingering adoringly on Cassian's face.

"Oh, you've meet him?" Gwyn couldn't help a soft giggle, not having gotten too acquainted with Krovs' newest spirit yet but knowing the gossip that had already started to spread about the strange slave. "Did he frighten you, my darling?" He tucked his chin down, flashing a teasing look at Cassian up through his lashes. "Do you need me to handle it for you?"

Havoc was a strong word for what Gwyn had been doing, but petty mischief didn't roll off the tongue quite so pleasingly. "Oh, plenty. All the better now that you're here." He tugged his mask up to sit on his forehead, careful not to smear the red makeup around his eyes. "This has been all-together far too civil of an occasion for a masked ball. What have you made of it? Any scandalous encounters with sworn enemies yet?"

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"I'm close," Cassian assured breathily, rocking between the hand on his cock and the one pumping inside him. It only took a few more moments before Cassian was pressing back against Kell, gasping and moaning as he came between them. He shuddered at his release, reaching up to guide Kell's face towards his own to kiss him again, licking near-desperately into his mouth.

The noises from Cassian only served as further encouragement, Kell adjusting them both carefully so that he could lean a little more over the other man. He broke the kiss to trail a series of nips and kisses down along the dragon's jaw and neck, breathing out a shaky breath as felt the familiar tight sensation gathering in his lower stomach. "I'm not going to last much longer." Kell muttered against Cassian's skin, the words ending in a moan.

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He fully knew by now that Gwyn enjoyed teasing him. He did it as easily as breathing and Cassian was very certain that they hadn't had an encounter where he hadn't blushed. Even now, he felt the heat creeping up from his chest to his neck. Then the vision of Gwyn wearing one of his pajama shirts filled his head and his cheeks stained pink. The possessiveness in him, the greedy draconic piece of him, wanted nothing more to see it with his own eyes.

"Of course," he managed to breathe out, spellbound by Gwyn's pale green gaze. He squeezed his arms around the sith and nearly stood up to carry him to his house but stayed seated. For now. His leg jittered ever so slightly like a dog waiting for a command of release.

If Roland only knew about the two of them seeing each other. The vampire was in love with the idea of love. He was certainly the romantic type and part of that was why Cassian had admired him. If only such attention were focused on him. Not necessarily by Roland but by anyone. Cassian hadn't exactly encouraged such a thing, too involved in his academic pursuits, but he was allowed to day dream. He could day dream about getting further involved, about sharing emotions. Would he speak about them? Especially now? Absolutely not.

"You'd also look charming in absolutely nothing, you know," Cassian said, calming himself and allowing a shy smile. "But I do have a sleep shirt for you to borrow if you want it."

Gwyn smiled against Cassian's neck as the dragon stammered, tittering as he tucked his legs up, careful still not to rub snow all over Cassian's trousers from the bottom of his sparkly boots. "My admirers can surely wait one more night," He teased. He didn't have any other plans, truly, beyond exchanging gifts with a few more friends - but that tended to entail Gwyn hiding things in opportune places more than a face to face encounter. It seemed like a shame not to take the dragon up on the offer of more of his time.

More than once, Gwyn and Roland had enjoyed some riling debates about love and relationships. The sith had great admiration for those who did dramatic things for the sake of romance but he was quite sure he would never be one of them. He had never felt such things before, had decided after two centuries that he was simply not built for it and the thought did not much bother him. He still had his own kind of relationships and they were plenty passionate. This dynamic of his and Cass' seemed on the surface to be just another fun fling. Or at least, that's what Gwyn had led himself to believe, even as he found himself thinking of the other idly during his day, missing the dragon's sheepish smiles and his warm embrace. He sat up straight again, looking into Cassian's eyes. "So it's settled, then? You'll let me follow you home tonight? I think I would look very charming in one of your sleep shirts."

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Charlie coming and tightening up around him tipped Cassian over along with him. His eyes fluttered at the pleasure of release, spilling inside the other dragon as they rested their foreheads against one another's. He rolled his hips a few more times before he stopped, buried in Charlie and not wanting to pull right away. He held the younger up still, but braced a hand up against the door as he huffed breathlessly.

"You okay?" he asked, almost meekly. "Sorry, I got a little carried away at the end there..."

A surprised grunt sounded from the younger dragon as Cassian thrust hard enough in him that the door rattled behind the slave. His grip around the other man tightened and he deepened the kiss, feeling heat starting to pool low in his stomach. It only took a few more thrusts from Cassian and Charlie's release hit him hard, the slave moaning out the other's name as he broke the kiss to press his forehead against Cassian's. He was panting hard, his eyes closed as he purposefully tightened around the man's cock again.

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He had to agree. Mason felt so damn good on his cock, Cassian didn't want to stop. But even still, he could feel his release creeping up on him. The dragon kept going for a little bit more before he plunged as deep as their bodies would allow and came hot within the squeeze of the other's body. He gasped against Mason's mouth, whined in the back of his throat as his hips rolled to milk out the feeling.

Sensitive as he was, he kept going for Mason. Cassian wasn't a selfish partner and he wasn't going to start now. As he worked his hips, he let go of the back of Mason's neck to put his big hand over the one gripping the base of his cock and he guided Mason to stroke himself nice and steady to help him come.

A hot, messy fuck in the Doctor's office had not been on Mason's agenda, but fuck if it wasn't absolutely needed. Feeling Cassian's hand on the back of his neck, Mason pressed even harder into the kiss, desperate for more even as the filthy sound of their fucking coupled with the creaking of the exam table echoed in the office around them. He panted and moaned against Cassian's lips, absolutely dizzy with pleasure as the dragon's cock fucked him hard and deep, his hand squeezing at the base of his dick every so often between strokes to stop himself from cumming too quickly.

"Fuck yeah, so fucking good," he panted, breathless and desperate between hungry kisses. "Don't stop until you fill me with cum.. need it.." he moaned against Cassian's lips, voice laced with lust and desperation.

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It was a good thing that Kell liked it because sometimes, Cassian couldn't control it. He spent most of his time and energy on being a doctor, on learning medicine, that he neglected his draconic side. Cassian rarely shifted into his true form or brought out his wings. The sparks and electricity he generated were even further out of his control. He could do little party tricks but he'd be useless in any kind of fight.

He whimpered into Kell's mouth at the angle of his hips, outright whined when that hand wrapped around his length. He breathed out and a spark lit between their mouths like a pop rock but Cassian chased away the electricity with a soothing lick of his tongue.

"I definitely liked it." Kell reassured him with a grin of his own, relaxing into the fingers that were running through his hair. The human continued to thrust into Cassian, adjusting his angle slightly to make sure he hit that little bundle of nerves with every thrust, wanting to get more of those noises from the other man. He leaned down to kiss him, one hand moving between them two wrap his fingers around the man's cock, stroking him in time with the thrusts.