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There is a dragon in a nearby cave who is said to hoard knowledge instead of jewels, to thrive on the thrill of learning rather than that of the hunt, to believe that humans—at their core—are more than just food to be eaten. The village by that cave reveres this dragon, even though they’ve never seen them. Isn’t that even more of a reason to worship them? For the fact that they seem to be so completely disinterested in their people? This little village had attempted to sacrifice someone to their dragon protector once, and the sacrifice was promptly returned with a note saying, “Please do not do this.” They do not fear their dragon, for they have heard nothing about him to fear; no, they respect him, for the dragon respects them in return.
On a completely coincidental and unrelated note, there is also a scholar, who seems to only visit the village once in a blue moon and has been doing so for as long as any of them can remember. He enjoys visiting their small library, teaching the children things, and seems to have a knowledge broader than any human could possibly comprehend.
Aventurine wants to fuck him so badly.
He did not think, when he was figuring out his sexuality and his interests and the type of people he was attracted to, that intelligence featured heavily in that list. Despite that, the scholar—who is of course not only intelligent but also stunningly handsome, with indigo hair, eyes that look like fiery sunsets, and a body that he certainly did not earn merely by reading books—captivates him for some reason. He often finds himself stopping by the town square when the scholar is in town, just to listen to him read stories to the children. He gets a few strange stares for it, since Aventurine is not exactly the village’s favorite person, but for the most part, they just let him be.
Is it his voice? The way he seems to know the answer to every question anyone asks him? The way he interacts with the locals, firm but gentle in the way he denies their questions about his past, his origins, creating an air of mystery around him?
(Is it just that he’s really fucking hot?)
Regardless of his reasoning behind it, Aventurine had made up his mind a long time ago that he was going to fuck this scholar, and he’s been making progress on it ever since, every time he comes to visit the little village. He only comes by once a month or so—he must be very busy doing scholar stuff, like reading books. Giving lectures. Looking smart. Aventurine doesn’t know what scholars do. Regardless, he’s at least managed to ingrain himself into the scholar’s mind enough that when he sees Aventurine, he does a little sigh—which is probably out of annoyance, but, you know, he can hope. He has hope. Aventurine does not have much going for him outside of his devastatingly good looks and sharp tongue, but the first thing is probably good enough. He doesn’t need the scholar to love him, he just needs him to fuck him.
Some people (mainly Topaz, who is annoying and also wrong) might say that the fact that the Aventurine does not know the scholar’s name is proof that he’s really not interested, given that Aventurine has been flirting with the man for over a year. Aventurine thinks that’s quitter talk. As far as he knows, no one in the village knows the scholar’s name.
(There is a part of the community, a very small subset who theorize that the scholar is the human form of their protector dragon. The stories say that the dragon has indigo scales, and it’s well documented that they’re a lover of knowledge, and why wouldn’t the dragon want to visit the village they’re supposedly protecting? It does make sense, they swear, even as the rest of the village dismisses them as conspiracy theorists.
Aventurine does not think about this much. He’s not from here, after all, and whether or not the village actually has a dragon protecting it is neither here nor there for him. The dragon isn’t really protecting him, given that no one here considers him part of this village, and they never will.)
The next time the scholar is in town, Aventurine decides he might as well try to talk to him, sidling up to him as he rifles through the books in the library. The librarian had given Aventurine a vaguely dirty look when he walked in, which is probably fair, given that Aventurine doesn’t think he’s been in the library before. Also, he made a really loud noise when he walked in, and he doesn’t think librarians like it very much when you do that.
The scholar sighs. “Aventurine,” he says by way of greeting, and Aventurine tries not to be too excited that the man seems to remember who he is. He’s not sure if he remembers his name because Aventurine told it to him, or because someone else he was talking to had something less than stellar to say about him, but he chalks it up as a win regardless.
“Scholar,” Aventurine says, because he has no idea what this man’s name is. This is not as much of a deterrent as it maybe should be for him. “What brings you to this fine town today?”
He glares at him, and Aventurine supposes he is distracting him from doing whatever it is he’s doing right now. Staring at books, perhaps. “Are you such an erudite scholar that you no longer even need to read the books? Do you merely hold them and absorb their knowledge? Fascinating,” Aventurine continues, his voice lilting. “You’re an interesting creature.”
The scholar bristles at that, for reasons Aventurine can’t quite discern. “Must you insist on interrupting the little time I have in your town with inane conversations?”
“Most people consider these inane conversations you speak of the precursor to a good relationship.”
He scoffs. “You will find I am not most people. Do you have something you wish to speak to me about, or do you simply want to waste my time?”
“Aw, maybe I just want to get to know you,” Aventurine says, pouting. “You’re an enigma, you know. Everyone talks about you, and no one even knows your name.”
“So I’ve been told,” he murmurs, continuing to look through the books on the shelf in front of him. “And you? You seem to have taken a particular interest in me. Do you have a good reason for it?”
Aventurine smirks. “Is it really not obvious, scholar?” He moves a little closer, pressing his body up against the taller man’s. “For a man as intelligent as you seem, you do appear to have been missing a few fairly blatant clues.”
“I—I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” he stammers, backing up quickly. Aventurine tries not to look too disappointed at the sudden shift in tone. “I didn’t know—”
“Hey, it’s alright,” he interrupts, waving a hand through the air dismissively. “No hard feelings.”
“I have to go,” the man says, and he promptly hurries out of the library. Aventurine looks at the ground in front of him—the scholar had dropped the book he was holding.
Weird.
♤
Aventurine is a little worried that he’s somehow scared the scholar off for good, and that he’s going to have to explain to the town that he was so horny it rid them of their favorite mysterious visitor. But thankfully, for some reason, the scholar is back the next month, and Aventurine finds him once again in the library.
He puts his hands up in a show of surrender when the scholar’s eyebrows raise as Aventurine approaches him. “I’m not going to try anything,” he says with a little half-smile. “I just wanted to apologize for my behavior last month.”
“I’m not upset,” the scholar says, and Aventurine can’t help the way his eyes widen in shock. “I suddenly remembered I had a prior engagement that required my immediate attention.”
It sounds like a lie, but Aventurine’s not about to complain that the hot mysterious scholar isn’t completely put off by his flirting—if he even realized that’s what it was. “Well, I’m glad I didn’t ruin these visits for you,” he says with a chuckle. “You’re quite beloved around here. I don’t think the rest of the villagers would appreciate it if I’d somehow scared you off completely.”
“Veritas,” he says, rushed. Aventurine stares at him blankly, because that’s not a response to any of the words he just said. Was the scholar even listening? “…My name. It’s Veritas.”
“Alright,” he replies, because he has literally no idea how to respond to that declaration. “Thank you for telling me that.”
The scholar—Veritas—looks completely lost. “You said, last time we spoke, that no one in the village knew my name. That wasn’t intentional. No one has ever asked me.”
Aventurine scoffs at that. “Well, of course not. They all think you’re some mystical being. You’re everyone’s favorite person—well. You’re everyone’s favorite thing to talk about, how’s that? I wouldn’t say everyone here views you as a person, necessarily.”
“I’m aware,” Veritas says stiffly. “Even if your advances were unexpected, they were still some of the most normal interactions I’ve had with anyone in this town, despite the fact that I’ve been coming here for quite some time.”
Aventurine thinks this is a win, even if he can’t really work out exactly why. “Happy to be of service,” he says with a lazy smile. “Thank you for telling me your name. It’s a lot easier to call you Veritas than it is to call you the scholar in my head, you know?”
“How much time do you spend thinking about me?” he asks, rather bluntly. “You’ve mentioned that the village at large devotes quite a bit of time wondering about the so-called mysterious scholar you’ve dubbed me as—but you clearly have your own thoughts and opinions about me as well.”
He shrugs. “I thought that much was obvious, yeah. I think you’re hot, Veritas. I don’t think I’ve kept that a secret at all.”
Somehow—somehow!—this still manages to fluster the other man, and he blushes bright red and stares down at the ground. “I am… unused to other humans feeling that way about me.”
“Okay, well, you’re wildly unobservant, then,” Aventurine says, teasing. “If half of the town is talking about you like you’re a deity, the other half is wondering if you like to take it up the ass or not. You’re gorgeous, that’s not a secret.”
Veritas looks like he wants to melt into a puddle, and Aventurine only feels a little bad for it. “I do not take lovers,” he says, and he does sound apologetic for it. “Male or otherwise.”
“That’s a shame.” He means it. He was really hoping to see what Veritas looked like under the robes he’s always wearing, and even more so, these past two conversations have really started to endear him to the strange scholar. “But hey, if you still want to talk, I’m always here. I live above the apothecary, so if you ever come by and I’m not out and about, feel free to stop by.”
Veritas stares at him. “Why are you offering me this kindness? You made it clear you wanted to take me as a lover, and I turned you down.”
Aventurine rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Selfishly, I just kind of want to get to know you. You’re interesting, and you’re smart, and I feel special that I’m the only person who’s gotten to know your name.”
He still seems confused, so Aventurine just sighs and says, “Look, it’s up to you. But now you know where to find me, if you ever want to.”
“I will… take you up on that,” he responds slowly. Aventurine brightens. “Thank you, Aventurine.”
“You’re welcome, Veritas.”
♤
Veritas does, in fact, end up visiting Aventurine’s place the next time he’s in town. Thankfully, when Jade—the owner of the apothecary—opens the door to find the town’s beloved scholar standing on her doorstep, she merely raises an eyebrow and calls for Aventurine.
Aventurine has been living with Jade since he was a child and found himself in this little village, a refugee from a town that had met its end at the behest of some king who had decided that his little community was no longer needed on the map. He had run, the last surviving member of that town, to the closest place he could find, and he was taken in by the local apothecary.
Unbeknownst to a young Aventurine—who had chosen the name Aventurine following his moving in with Jade and discovering that there was another small child nearby named Topaz, which led him to believe that the name change would help him fit in better—Jade was widely regarded as a witch by the townsfolk here, and he, simply by being associated with her, was also considered evil, on top of being an outsider. Neither him nor Jade were outright treated poorly, but people were wary of him, and tended to avoid him unless they absolutely needed to speak with him.
Veritas didn’t know any of that. Veritas didn’t know that Jade was the town witch, who ate people’s dreams and turned them into cats or whatever people think she does, and he didn’t know that Aventurine was the outsider, who was only here because he was going to take over the town someday (never mind that he was literally nine years old when he took refuge with Jade, and it had been fifteen years since then). He just thought Aventurine was nice.
For the first time, Aventurine began to see Veritas more than once a month. The scholar explained that he had some duties to attend to that precluded him from visiting more than once every two weeks, but he did come more often. The gossip mill in the village picked up on this quickly, and it took notice of how their beloved scholar spent a lot of time with the pretty outsider, and deduced, of course, that Aventurine must have seduced the poor man with his charms.
They could not have been more wrong. Aventurine was so pathetically down bad for this man that it was getting embarrassing, and Veritas continued to show no interest in him in return.
Well, not no interest. He actually seemed to like Aventurine quite a bit, and their relationship was certainly romantic in nature (Aventurine had been internally kicking his feet and giggling like a schoolgirl the first time Veritas had clumsily pressed his lips to Aventurine’s, so clearly inexperienced but so excited, it made up for his lack of experience in spades) but any time he suggested anything even remotely sexual, Veritas clammed up and suddenly had something else to do.
That was fine. Veritas had said he didn’t take lovers, and Aventurine respected that. It was just—he really seemed like he wanted to take Aventurine (ha), but there was some sort of mental blockade preventing him from doing so. Honestly, Aventurine could live with just kissing him. He really could! It was just that when they were kissing, and he climbed onto Veritas’ lap, Veritas had seemed really into it before suddenly, abruptly, shoving Aventurine off of him.
No matter. Veritas wants to take it slow, Aventurine can take it slow.
Aventurine still doesn’t know very much about Veritas, even as over the months he slowly began to open up, revealing little facts about himself, about his past. Veritas doesn’t seem to like him any less for it, even if he didn’t seem to understand why Aventurine was mistreated by the villagers—that was fair though, because it was kind of ridiculous. He got the sense that Veritas had grown up fairly isolated from other humans, since he often seemed confused by very mundane things and the behaviors of others. Aventurine had also never seen him eat food in the eight or so months they’d been seeing each other.
Had it really been eight months? He felt stupidly giddy at the idea. He wondered if it was obvious, how enamored Aventurine seemed to be with him, or if the village just thought this was a purely sexual relationship that Aventurine had somehow tricked their beloved scholar into. Veritas was, despite his shyness, far more outwardly possessive than Aventurine could have suspected, even if the scholar seemed extremely embarrassed by his possessiveness over him. It was alright, though, because Aventurine really didn’t mind—he was more than happy to tuck himself into Veritas’ side when he pulled him in close, because if Veritas regarded Aventurine as his, then that was yet another thing Aventurine could call his as well. Everyone else in the village could suck it, because this stupidly pretty, wildly intelligent man was his. His Veritas.
This is why he was so fucking annoyed when Jade told him she needed him to go gather a specific species of herbs for the apothecary on the same day that Veritas usually decided to visit town. He had argued with her about it for an hour the day before, but she pulled the this is for sick children card, so he left the apothecary early in the morning to go gather herbs for her.
He wasn’t that annoyed, because this was part of their deal.He continued to work for her in exchange for his apartment above the apothecary, but he didn’t know why she felt the need to choose the one day Veritas came into town for him to need to go out into the nearby forest to collect plants for her. It felt almost targeted, as if this was Jade’s way of saying I am so sick of watching you two make out all over the place.
Still, he goes. It’s been a while since he’s been out into the forest, and he’s grateful for the solitude and the peacefulness of nature, even if he mostly just misses Veritas. He likes him. A lot. It’s embarrassing.
Which is why the first time he sees a flash of indigo hair walking through the forest, he dismisses it as a bird that his brain is re-contextualizing out of desperation. A while later, he sees it again, and he perks up. Now that he’s paying attention again, it really does look like his Veritas, and he wants a chance to see him today. Aventurine gathers up the last of the herbs he needs for Jade and begins following after the figure wandering through the woods. He hopes Veritas wasn’t too disappointed when he came all the way to the village to see Aventurine and he wasn’t there. Maybe he wasn’t even there to see Aventurine—he does tend to monopolize most of his time, but Veritas still enjoys teaching lessons to the children and spending time in the library. It’s just now that when he does the latter, Aventurine likes to curl up in his lap while he reads like a pleased cat.
He trails after the figure, having to walk quickly in order to keep up with them. He’s fairly certain it’s Veritas, given the hair color and the relative size, but even if it isn’t… who is out here in the forest like this? Aventurine and Jade are some of the only people who even bother going this deep into the woods. Even the people who go out here tend to stay away from this portion of the woods because, supposedly, the protector dragon’s cave is around here.
He’s curious, and he’s always been bad at controlling that curiosity. Even when he follows the person to a cave and stands at the mouth of it, he cannot help the thought of but what if… that plagues his mind.
Even as his instincts are yelling at him that this is a capital-B capital-I Bad Idea, he ducks into the cave, the opening of it much smaller than he would expect of a dragon’s den. Aventurine wanders down the winding tunnels of it, noting the fact that it’s well lit, as if there are torches lining the walls. There’s no metal bracketing the walls though, just little motes of light floating about. He reaches up to touch one of them and it darts away from him. Fascinating, he thinks, and he hears it in Veritas’ voice in his mind.
He keeps going, and eventually the long stretch of rocky hallway opens up into a much, much larger room (is that even what you would call it, if it’s a cave? Aventurine doesn’t know) with more of those blue-purple motes of light floating around, and a stack of books in the corner, neatly organized.
And, of course, the massive fucking dragon curled up in the center of it, indigo scales reflecting the light as he gingerly pokes at a basket with a claw, the object dwarfed by his size. His eyes—red and yellow, like sunsets—are distinctly reptilian with their slit pupils. He blinks slowly, and Aventurine finds that he can’t take his eyes off of the dragon, even if the massive creature hasn’t noticed him yet. The cave is huge, but the dragon seems to fit inside it perfectly, his long tail lashing as he continues to look down at the basket quizzically.
“I don’t understand why she gave this to me,” the dragon mutters, and Aventurine nearly passes out, because he recognizes that voice, and really, all of this should have been very obvious. The dragon turns around, and as his body moves, Aventurine catches sight of the nail in the coffin. Sitting on a nearby table—because of course this dragon has tables—is the pretty bird feather Aventurine had found, washed carefully, and then given to Veritas the last time he visited. The scholar had always seemed to enjoy trinkets.
“Oh,” is all he can manage to say, his mouth going dry at the sight in front of him. “The conspiracy theories were right.”
The dragon—Veritas, because who else could it be, when his scales are the exact same shade of indigo as the beautiful scholar’s hair—turns around, and looks genuinely surprised. Aventurine didn’t even think dragons could be taken by surprise. “Aventurine,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “You shouldn’t be here.”
Aventurine is inclined to agree. Before he gets a chance to respond, though, there’s a small crack, and Veritas transforms from the towering draconic figure before him into something more human—but not entirely. The Veritas before him is not the scholar who visits the village every month, not quite. This Veritas is bigger, and has long, spiraling horns that curl back against his head, scales coating his arms, chest, sprinkled along his face, everywhere, and a long, scaly tail that ends in a small tuft of fur at the end.
This Veritas is also naked, but Aventurine’s trying not to dwell on that. He’s failing, but he is trying.
“You… why are you here?” Veritas asks, and Aventurine’s eyes snap up to his face. “The woman at the apothecary, she said you were in the woods today.”
“I thought I saw you walking,” he says, “and I was curious what you were doing out there. Since I hadn’t gotten a chance to see you, I thought maybe I’d see what you were up to, so far out in the woods.”
His eyes trail down again—he can’t help it, alright, he’s been daydreaming about what the man looks like naked for years at this point—and this time he finally takes notice of Veritas’, ah, abnormal genitalia.
Aventurine is no stranger to someone being a little surprised when they find a cunt instead of a cock in his pants while they’re getting hot and heavy. Part of him had assumed that Veritas, sweet, awkward Veritas, was having a similar crisis, where he was afraid of Aventurine being disinterested if he found out Veritas was working with the quote-unquote “wrong equipment.” He’s been trying to drop hints that he really doesn’t care, actually, see, he’s the same way! Way back when she’d first found him, Jade had incorrectly assumed that nine-year-old Aventurine was a boy, and he actually thought that being a boy sounded pretty neat, so he never bothered to correct her on that one. Veritas had nothing to fear with him.
But uh, no, he has a cock. He actually has two of them, which is the part that’s currently frying Aventurine’s brain.
“You have two dicks,” he says, stupidly, because his brain has decided that if he only focuses on this one specific thing he can ignore the fact that he’s been dating a dragon for eight months and has been attracted to him for even longer.
“You seem significantly less put off by the fact that I am not human than you perhaps should be,” Veritas says. His voice is still so nice, but the rich baritone of it feels like it fits this form so much better. Like it’s a voice fit for a dragon.
“If I really think about it, it makes a lot of sense,” he replies. “You were surprised by a lot of very mundane human activities, as if you’d never done them before. You also had a habit of talking about things like you’d been there when they happened, and not like you’d read them in a book. There were clues.”
“You’re still staring at my genitalia,” Veritas notes dryly.
“Can you blame me?” He finally drags his gaze back up to Veritas’ eyes, and realizes how nervous his partner looks. “I promise, Veritas, I really am fine with this.”
"I don't want to hurt you,” he says, and it’s so quiet it makes Aventurine’s heart ache.
Aventurine’s gaze softens and he fights the urge to reach out to him in this moment. "Is that what you've been worried about this whole time? Oh, Veritas."
Veritas crosses his arms, turning away from him just slightly. "I don't think it's particularly irrational. Humans and dragons aren't designed to copulate, and I had calculated that I'd be even larger than you in my dragon form than I already was."
"You...” He sighs. “I understand why you were concerned, I really do. But we would've figured it out—we will figure it out. You're not so big we can't fit at least the tip in." Aventurine says the last bit playfully, but Veritas continues to look concerned.
"This isn't unattractive to you? I had thought, with the increased size and the extra... appendage, you would be disgusted by this form of mine."
He snorts rather ungracefully at that. "I'm whatever the exact opposite of disgusted is, I promise."
He looks thoughtful for a moment, tilting his head to the side. "Well, attracted is a common antonym of disgusted, but—"
"Yeah. I'm that. I am very, very attracted to you." Aventurine steps forward, reaching out to drape his arms around his shoulders and smiling a little. “You’re gorgeous, Veritas.”
Veritas smiles back, though Aventurine can tell it doesn’t really reach his eyes. He’s beginning to think that the only way to prove to him that he really is into Veritas’ more draconic aspects is to show him exactly how good they would make him feel.
“How do we—are you planning on putting them both in me?” Aventurine asks, cocking his head to the side. “Or will you put one in and then the other? Or one in my ass and one in my cunt? Any of that works for me.”
Veritas sputters, turning away from Aventurine’s curious gaze. “Aventurine. Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m not being ridiculous. I’m very determined to show you that I am extremely attracted to the way that you look right now.” Aventurine moves a hand down to cup at Veritas’ face, then leans in to kiss him, soft and sweet. “I like you because you’re you. And I never thought I’d say this, but you being a dragon isn’t going to change that for me.”
“There is… something we can do, at least. Something that doesn’t require me actually penetrating you,” Veritas says, though his voice is clearly apprehensive. “You mentioned having a—you called it a cunt, I believe? I’ve heard and read about something that would still feel good but wouldn’t involve any real risk to your body.”
Aventurine almost rolls his eyes, almost tells Veritas that at the end of this he is going to fuck him, but he knows his partner is worried, so he just nods. “What did you want to try?”
Veritas brings him over to what appears to be more of a nest than a bed, a large pile of blankets and pillows and soft-looking furs on the ground near one of his tables. “Lay down,” he instructs. Aventurine does so, though not before stripping himself of his clothes. Veritas looks almost transfixed as Aventurine removes his shirt and pants, staring at his legs, his waist, his chest. “You say that I’m gorgeous, but you… you are a sight to behold,” he says, still staring. Aventurine can’t help but laugh a little at the way he takes him in, eyes trailing down his body, mesmerized by him. Infatuated, maybe. Aventurine feels the same way about Veritas.
“I take it you like what you see?” he asks teasingly as he sits down on the nest of soft things. He resists the urge to spread his legs, to try and be seductive—Veritas is nervous enough as it is, he doesn’t want to scare him off in any way. He really, really wants this, but more so than that, he wants Veritas to want it too.
“I’ve always thought you were beautiful,” Veritas says, so matter-of-factly that it startles Aventurine. “I sincerely apologize if my behavior at any point led you to believe otherwise. You are the most stunning man I’ve ever met.”
“I never thought that you weren’t attracted to me,” he says, and he’s completely serious. Aventurine has never doubted that Veritas cares for him in his own way, even if he seemed a little distant or hesitant at first. He’s never been a very overly affectionate person anyway, so Veritas’ attention was the perfect amount for Aventurine, who was still getting used to being in a relationship with someone. “Part of why I was always confused is because you were attracted to me, but you seemed scared of something. I thought you were trying to come up with a way to tell me you had a pussy like I do.”
“Oh… no,” he says, looking a little embarrassed. “If that had been the case, I would have told you much sooner.”
Aventurine laughs. “It’s okay. I understand now why you were so worried about it, even if I think you have nothing to worry about.”
Veritas gets down on his knees in front of Aventurine and runs a hand up his thigh almost reverently, causing him to shiver. “It is a shame,” he murmurs, “that I was so afraid to do this with you, and in turn was depriving myself from the wonder that is your body.”
He flushes at the compliment before willing his body to relax into Veritas’ gentle touch. “Have you ever done this before? Not what you’re about to do specifically, but just—sex, in general.”
“It’s been a very long time,” he says, and that makes Aventurine wonder just how old Veritas really is, if he’s been around long enough for the village to regard him as a legendary protector. He’s heard the stories, of course, of their protector rejecting their human sacrifices and requesting books instead, but it’s hard to reconcile those with the being in front of him who is staring at Aventurine’s cunt with such trepidation it almost makes him laugh.
“Are you alright?” he asks, reaching down to run a hand through Veritas’ soft hair in a manner he hopes is comforting.
His tail lashes, and he frowns a little. “I’m alright. I just… I’ve only read about this, and I’m unsure how to go about bringing you pleasure this way.”
That actually does make Aventurine laugh, and Veritas looks up at him, confused. “No, I’m not laughing at you, I promise,” he reassures him. “You want to eat me out, yeah?”
“Is that what the human term for it is? The book I found referred to the act as cunnilingus.”
Aventurine wonders briefly what kind of books Veritas is reading, if they were describing the act in such a detached way. “Yes, that’s what we call it. Just start by putting your mouth on me, okay? Gentle licks, gentle suction on the clit. I’ll tell you if I like what you’re doing or if you need to do something different.”
He nods. “Can you keep your hand in my hair?” Veritas asks. “It feels nice.”
Aventurine smiles. “Of course I can.”
Veritas lowers his head and Aventurine almost whines at the sensation of his breath ghosting over his bare cunt, turned on from the mere idea of doing this with Veritas. The shuddery noise he makes must startle Veritas, because he immediately looks up at him, and the sight of him looking up at Aventurine through long lashes is almost too much.
“You can’t look at me like that,” he says, huffing out a laugh. “I’ll come before you can even put your mouth on me.”
He cocks his head to the side. “Is that possible? For you to reach climax without me even touching you?”
Aventurine chuckles, shaking his head. “In certain situations, yes. Right now? No. Put your mouth on me, Veritas, I’ve been waiting for eight months.”
“You said you were perfectly happy being in a relationship that didn’t involve sex.” Veritas says, and if it were anyone else Aventurine might even think they were being serious. But the tiny quirk of his lips gives him away, and he knows that Veritas is teasing him, a little. It’s deserved. Aventurine will let him have this.
“I was perfectly happy being in a relationship that didn’t involve sex when I thought my partner wasn’t interested in it,” he corrects. “It’s a little different when we’re both laying naked in his bed and he’s thirty seconds away from sticking his tongue in my cunt.”
Veritas smiles a little, and it’s the only warning Aventurine gets before he licks a stripe up his folds and he cries out. He sets to cautiously eating him out, starting by paying more attention to his clit and then slowly but surely beginning to actually lick into Aventurine’s cunt. It’s not that he’s particularly good at it, honestly, or that there’s any sort of finesse to Veritas’ motions, but what he lacks in any technical skill he makes up for in enthusiasm and that his tongue feels massive compared to any other that Aventurine’s ever felt before. It must be bigger than any human tongue, given that Veritas is bigger than any human Aventurine’s ever interacted with, and it feels longer, too, reaching further and further inside him.
“A-ah, Veritas,” he cries, already bucking helplessly against his tongue. “Slow down.”
He pulls away entirely, which is definitely not what Aventurine said to do, and looks up at him confused. “Is something the matter?”
“Just… go slower, okay? Your tongue is bigger than I’m used to,” he says, trying not to laugh a little at the ridiculousness of the statement. “And longer.”
Veritas nods. “I would imagine so, yes, given that serpentine and draconic species have longer tongues than humans do as part of an evolutionary advantage to allow them to scent prey through longer grasses and underbrush.”
Aventurine snorts a little at that, because he wants to make a dumb sex joke about snakes and underbrush that he doesn’t think Veritas will get, and he’ll have to explain it to him, and then they’ll be there for another 10 minutes before Aventurine gets to come. He likes Veritas a lot, but he’s also about 80% sure he pretends to not understand the jokes Aventurine’s making half the time because he likes watching him fumble over the explanations. “It feels good. Really good. But I need you to slow down, or this is going to be over embarrassingly early for me.”
“Understood,” he says, and then begins to slowly lap at the slick that has started to spill from his folds, like he’s savoring it, before sliding his tongue in once again and groaning against him.
People are always so worried about being eaten by dragons. Aventurine thinks maybe they should be worried about being eaten out by them instead.
He tightens his grip on Veritas’ hair as he begins to fuck his tongue in and out with intent, and Aventurine’s whole body jerks when he manages to brush up against the sensitive bundle of nerves that lines his inner walls with just his tongue. Holy fuck. It’s a good thing Aventurine thinks he’s pretty much sold on spending the rest of his life with Veritas, because he thinks this man is going to ruin him for any other sex ever.
…both of those are terrifying thoughts. Thankfully, Veritas is currently trying to rid him of any and all thoughts with the way he’s licking into him like a man dying of thirst in a desert, so Aventurine can put those thoughts off to the side for now.
Veritas seems mostly just to be enjoying himself, but the gentle vibrations he sends through Aventurine’s cunt as he hums against it are driving him absolutely crazy regardless of whether or not Veritas is actually the world’s best at eating pussy.
All too soon, his breath is coming in heavy pants and he can feel heat coiling low in his belly, threatening to spill over at any moment. “Close,” he manages to gasp out, though it’s a hollow warning given that as soon as he says it Veritas moans against him, his long tongue reaching so much deeper than anyone else’s ever has, and Aventurine comes, rocking against Veritas’ face.
The pleasure quickly turns to borderline overstimulation as Veritas continues to lick into him, and Aventurine tugs on his hair, trying to pull him away. He has the gall to look confused when Aventurine glares at him. “Is something the matter?” he asks.
“Veritas, did you not even notice that I came?” he asks, incredulous, and his partner flushes red.
“I had guessed that that might be what that was, especially after what you said, but…” he trails off, looking thoroughly embarrassed. Aventurine cannot help but feel fond instead of annoyed, even though he really should be the latter.
“Silly dragon,” he says, running a hand through his hair. Despite his teasing tone, Veritas preens. “You did a good job for your first time, even if you’re cheating a bit with that tongue of yours. I bet you could make me come twice with your tongue alone, if you tried hard enough.”
Veritas’ eyes narrow in determination quickly before widening in surprise again, and Aventurine can’t help but laugh. “Now?” the dragon asks, eyes flicking back down to the puffy, slick folds of Aventurine’s cunt.
“No, not now,” he says, though once again it’s embarrassingly fond. Fond, fond, fond, it’s the only emotion his hazy post-orgasm brain can possibly muster right now. It’s not something he’s felt a whole lot, outside of Ratio, and yet he feels it so often with him. “Now that you’ve gotten me off once, it’ll be easier to fit both of your dicks inside of me.”
“Aventurine,” Veritas says, and it sounds almost agonized in its annoyance and disbelief. “They are not going to fit.”
Aventurine sighs, moving from his position lying down on the soft furs and blankets to sitting up on his knees, pushing Veritas back so that their positions are almost reversed, Aventurine straddling his thighs while Veritas lies back against the nest. He reaches down, taking the smaller of his cocks into his hand, tilting his head as he observes them. The smaller is on top, though it seems to almost slot into the bigger one, its head resting just beneath the larger cock’s. Aventurine wonders why they seem to be shaped differently. They are also partially the same indigo blue, slightly scaly skin Veritas’ arms and legs eventually fade into, with small ridges lining them both. Both cocks are bigger than anything Aventurine’s ever taken before, though the smaller of the two looks like it could be a proportionally large human cock, if it didn’t look so distinctly inhuman.
He says, “They look different from each other,” and Veritas flushes an even deeper red than he already was from Aventurine’s hand running along his cock.
“They serve different purposes,” he says. “The larger one is an ovipositor, should I have any eggs that needed to be laid.”
Aventurine thinks he blacks out for a very brief moment, right around the time Veritas says “ovipositor”. “Right. Okay. But you don’t have any eggs to lay now, do you?”
“No. I do not.”
He genuinely cannot decide if he’s happy about or disappointed by that answer, and he resolves to have a good long think on that by himself once he’s alone, possibly with the toys that he keeps stashed under his bed. “Well, I can definitely take the smaller one, and I can probably take the bigger one, too, with some prep.” Aventurine wraps a hand around the heads of both of them, tilting his head to the side and purposefully ignoring the way Veritas whines at the touch. “You might be right about me not being able to take all of both of them, but…”
Aventurine moves the loose circle he’s made with his hands off of Veritas’ cocks, trying to conceptualize how big the opening of his cunt actually is compared to the size of them. “I bet I can take the heads.”
“Aventurine,” Veritas says, strangled. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not going to,” he says, with an entirely unearned confidence. “You’re going to prep me first, and stretch me nice and wide on your fingers, and then I’ll just take the heads. If it’s too much for me, I’ll stop, and then I can take the big one, okay?”
“You are exceptionally lucky that this form does not have claws,” he replies, and Aventurine laughs. “Please tell me if I do something that doesn’t feel good, or that hurts you.”
“I tend to get lucky a lot,” he says, somewhat nonsensically. His brain is entirely focused on Veritas, and secondarily, on getting something inside him right now. “And I promise. If you do something that I don’t like you will know.”
Veritas nods, and Aventurine shifts up on his knees, giving him space to slide a single finger inside of him, more exploratory than anything. Aventurine rolls his eyes. “I can take more than one,” he whines. “At least start with two.”
At his request, Veritas adds a second finger, beginning to gently scissor them apart, and Aventurine makes a small noise. “A-ah, that’s perfect. Keep doing that.”
Veritas obeys Aventurine’s command and continues to slowly spread him open on two fingers, seeming to grow more confident as his steady breathing comes faster and faster, and eventually begins to devolve into little breathy whines. “You can add a third finger now,” Aventurine says, trying to keep himself from moaning as Veritas brushes against the sensitive bundle of nerves on his inner walls.
“Do you usually require this much preparation?” Veritas murmurs as he adds a third finger, though Aventurine gets the feeling he’s asking out of genuine curiosity and not out of impatience.
“Technically you could just shove it in without any preparation at all,” Aventurine says, and Veritas looks downright scandalized. “I’m kidding. Well, I’m not kidding that you could, but please don’t.”
He continues to look scandalized at the thought of not properly spreading Aventurine out on his fingers before shoving his two massive dicks inside of him, which is very sweet, but he is fairly certain his cunt is, like… somewhat elastic? Is elastic a good word to use there? Veritas would know, but Veritas is still staring at his pussy with a hunger unmatched by any human Aventurine’s ever seen, and he can’t really be bothered to fuck around with vocabulary when he’s looking at him like that.
“That’s—haa—that’s probably good enough, Veritas,” he says, panting a little. Aventurine reaches down, delighted to see that both of Veritas’ cocks are already hard and leaking, and coos, “Oh, you are excited for this.”
“Of course I am,” he says. “You’re absolutely gorgeous. I’ve really genuinely enjoyed your company these past months, and I’m excited to share this new experience with you.”
Aventurine stares at him, hand wrapped loosely around his twin cocks. “You are the sweetest man—dragon—I’ve ever met.”
Veritas smiles up at him. “You deserve someone to be sweet to you. Man or dragon.”
He can’t quite process the words, so he just leans down and kisses him instead, swallowing the moan that Veritas lets out when his cocks brush up against Aventurine’s stomach. “I don’t know why you ended up with me of all people, Veritas, but by the goddess, I am not going to let you go,” he says as they break apart, beginning to stroke up and down what he can of Veritas’ cocks. He shifts up further on his knees, positioning himself over them, before his partner speaks up again.
“Haven’t you ever heard,” Veritas says, moving a hand to Aventurine’s hip and running a thumb over the bone there, “that dragons are awfully possessive of what is theirs?”
“I heard that the dragon who lives in this cave only hoards books and knowledge,” he shoots back.
“I think he might be willing to make an exception, if there was a person he treasured just as much.”
Aventurine flushes bright red and looks away. “You are so fucking sappy, and I’m holding your dicks in my hand. Goddess above, Veritas,” he says, and before his silly dragon can say anything else, sinks down onto the heads of his cocks.
It’s an overwhelming feeling of pressure, like he’s being ripped in half from the inside out. But once he gets used to it, he thinks it feels fucking good. He feels impossibly, unbelievably full. He also thinks there is no way in hell he’ll be able to take both cocks all the way down, if this is what just the tip feels like.
“Maybe it’s for the best you just take one,” Veritas says, though his voice is choked off like he’s holding back a moan. He’s right, but it almost makes Aventurine want to try and take both, even if it rips him in half. But Veritas would probably be very sad if that happened, so he just nods, though he rocks a little bit of the heads, just to hear Veritas gasp.
“Bet you could make me come like this,” Aventurine gasps out. “Just from the tips. Goddess, I already feel stuffed full just from this—one of these days I’m gonna fit more in.”
“Aventurine,” Veritas says, though it comes out somewhat strangled still. Apparently, even this is enough to drive the poor scholar crazy. Aventurine will certainly use this knowledge for personal gain and nothing else. “Please… don’t hurt yourself.”
He can’t help the soft smile that spreads across his face at that. “Aw, I promise I won’t. Do you wanna fuck me, Veritas? I can just take one, that way you can feel me properly.”
Aventurine is still considering seeing if he could take both. Maybe he can try and work up to taking both, in the future, or maybe he really can come like this just from the heads of both cocks stuffed inside and that’ll be enough. It almost feels disappointing as he pulls himself off of the heads. He feels achingly empty already.
“I can’t believe you hate me,” he says with a mock pout. “Depriving me of taking both. Don’t you wanna see what that would look like? I bet you could see the outline of your cocks through my stomach if you fucked me with both.”
“I do not hate you,” Veritas says and, ah, right, that thing he does where he takes everything adorably literally. “I’m concerned for your anatomy’s ability to handle both at once.”
Aventurine answers this by rolling over onto his back and tugging Veritas with him so that their positions are reversed. He wants to make it look effortless, but he is an apothecary’s apprentice who only runs when there’s something chasing him, and Veritas is over 250 pounds of pure dragon muscle. It’s not effortless. “We’ll talk about my anatomy later, okay?” he says, propping himself up on his elbows so that he can press a kiss to Veritas’ lips once they’re finally settled. “Just the bigger one for now.”
He really would like to take both, and he doesn’t actually think they’re going to rip him in half if he tries, but Aventurine can see the apprehension that clouds Veritas’ gaze even at the prospect of Aventurine taking the bigger one, and Veritas’ comfort is significantly more important to him than taking both dicks is. If he won’t enjoy it because he’s worried the entire time he’s going to hurt Aventurine, then there’s no point in it.
“Slow,” Aventurine says, as the head of Veritas’ cock nudges against his folds, already slick and puffy from his first orgasm.
Veritas nods, and begins to push in, slowly but surely, and even though the bigger one of the two cocks is definitely easier to take than both at the same time would be, Aventurine marvels at the stretch and the fullness as Veritas slowly guides himself in. It’s combined with the entirely unique sensation of his other cock, the smaller one, rubbing against his still-sensitive clit as he bottoms out. Veritas isn’t quite able to fit all the way in—it’s impossible for him to do so with how his cocks seem to be connected down at the bottom—but Aventurine can’t really bring himself to mind.
He moans when he feels Veritas still, one hand fisted in the soft furs beneath him and the other going to stroke at the cock not currently stuffing him full. Veritas makes out a small noise when he does so. “Do not do that,” he warns, and despite the fact that Aventurine’s brain is only about 50% functional right now (the other 50% having devolved into a litany of good and full), he still manages to raise an eyebrow at him.
“Why not?” he asks, running a thumb along the head, smiling when he hears the sharp breath Veritas sucks in as he does so. “Doesn’t it feel good?”
“You feel amazing,” Veritas says, which isn’t actually an answer to the question Aventurine asked, “and that is why I’m asking you to please refrain from attempting to make this end even faster than it’s already going to.”
Aventurine can’t help but laugh, drawing his hand away from the smaller cock. “Alright, alright. Whenever you’re ready, we can start.”
It turns out that nothing on this earth could have possibly prepared Aventurine for the feeling of Veritas beginning to move, his length dragging along his inner walls, the friction and the overstimulation combining wonderfully as he begins to slowly rock his hips. The noise that’s ripped out of his throat is nothing short of a whine. “You can go faster,” Aventurine says, breathless, reaching up to wrap an arm around his neck. “You won’t hurt me, I promise. You’d be surprised at how much the human body can take.”
Aventurine thinks Veritas is about to protest again, given the way his movements slow down, so he just bucks his hips up a little bit as an invitation. “Come on, Veritas,” he says, his voice a low purr. “Harder. There’s no way you’re gonna be able to fuck me full of eggs if you’re not gonna actually fuck me.”
This has the complete opposite effect of what Aventurine it wanted to have, because Veritas slows to a complete stop. “Aventurine,” he begins, and oh, Goddess damn it, Aventurine doesn’t want to talk about this. Dick in hole should mean no more conversations about the sex itself. “I fear you may have misunderstood earlier, when I said that this phallus functioned as an ovipositor—”
“No, I know you’re not actually going to lay eggs in me,” he interrupts. “I was listening to you. It’s dirty talk. Fantasy. Don’t take it seriously, just fuck me like you’re going to fuck me full of eggs.”
Veritas looks like he wants to keep arguing about this, but eventually some of those famous smarts of his must kick in and he shuts his mouth. “Better,” Aventurine coos. “Now, Veritas. I wanna find out what it feels like to get fucked by a dragon, and because you’re a generous lover, you’re going to show me, aren’t you?”
He nods, and begins to slowly roll his hips again. Aventurine meets his thrusts with little stutters of his own hips, though he doesn’t even really need to angle himself so that Veritas hits the sensitive bundle of nerves on his inner walls when he’s practically crushing it with every roll of his hips. He just enjoys being an active participant.
“Goddess, you feel good,” Aventurine says. “Fucking me nice and full. Did you want to fill me up with your eggs, when you first met me? Saw a pretty boy in the library and thought, he’d look good if he was nice and round with my eggs? I wasn’t thinking about it back then, but shame—ahh—shame on me, I ought to be more creative.”
In all honesty, he hadn’t considered it, ever, right up until the moment Veritas said this one’s for laying eggs (or whatever he said, Aventurine’s paraphrasing), but the more he thinks about it now, the more he can see the appeal of being pleasantly full. It’d be hell to explain, but honestly, the whole village is weirdly suspicious of him anyway, so they’d probably be convinced he made some weird deal with a demon or whatever they think he gets up to in his spare time. Though—is fucking a dragon that much less strange than making deals with demons? If Veritas had been a demon, Aventurine has a feeling he’d have ended up in the same place anyway—on his back, legs spread, head tipped back in a moan as Veritas rams into him again, and again, and again.
Veritas seems to have taken the fuck me harder to heart this time, leaning down to bury his face in Aventurine’s shoulder as he thrusts into him. “You feel good,” he mumbles, his words muffled against his skin, and Aventurine feels suddenly, inexplicably fond of his silly dragon.
“Tell me more,” Aventurine encourages.
“Soft,” he says, and Aventurine takes a strange sort of pride at having reduced the most eloquent man in the village to single-word sentences. “Hot and tight. Want to make you full.”
“I want you to fill me up too,” he says, reaching up to run a hand along one of Veritas’ horns, reveling in the way the man seems to shudder at the touch, even as his eyes flutter shut from a particularly hard thrust. “I wanted you so badly, you have no idea.”
Veritas whines into his shoulder and speeds up again, and Aventurine can’t help but be swept away with the pleasure of his cock dragging against sensitive inner walls, the pressure, the fullness, all of it. The fact that it’s Veritas.
The fact that it’s Veritas is more important than anything else.
Faster than he expected, given that he’d already come once, Aventurine feels the familiar heat beginning to build in his core, and he can feel Veritas’ previously rhythmic stutters becoming less and less practiced. “Close,” he manages for the second time this afternoon. Veritas makes another noise into his shoulder in return.
It only takes a few more second before the coil of heat in his belly pulls taut and snaps, his cunt pulsing around Veritas’ cock as Aventurine shudders through his second orgasm of the night. The feeling of his walls tightening around Veritas’ cock must be enough for him, because within seconds of Aventurine coming he’s following him right over the edge, thrusting in as deep as he can and then stilling as Aventurine feels warmth begin to flood his belly. Veritas all but collapses on top of him after that, trapping his second cock between their bodies and against Aventurine’s clit in a way that is both deliciously overstimulating and starting to border on way too much. Especially as cum continues to fill him, and Aventurine can feel his stomach bloat with the weight of it.
Veritas’ tail comes down to wrap around Aventurine’s leg somewhat possessively as they come down from the high, and Aventurine reaches a hand down to stroke at it. They lay there in the afterglow of it all until the pressure becomes a little too much for him, and Aventurine pushes at Veritas’ shoulder in an effort to get him to move. “Okay, get off of me,” he mumbles, though it’s impossibly fond. “Silly dragon.”
Veritas does so, propping himself up on his elbows so his body is no longer trapping Aventurine’s underneath it, and the second his weight is gone Aventurine already misses the comfort of it. “Was that good?” he asks, and Aventurine can’t help his laugh.
“Better than good. That was amazing, Veritas,” he says, and his partner smiles. “You filled me so well.”
Veritas’ eyes scan his body until they rest for a moment on the tiny swell of Aventurine’s belly caused by the cum still inside of him, and his face flushes red. “Forgive me,” he says. “I was not… expecting the talk of filling you with my eggs to be as appealing to me as it was.”
“Don’t worry, I wasn’t either,” Aventurine says, pulling him down for a quick kiss. “But I don’t mind. Turns out I’m also really into the idea of you fucking me full.”
“You’re beautiful,” Veritas informs him, apropos of nothing, and Aventurine smiles, ducking his head at the compliment. “Thank you for being willing to acquiesce and not do the things I wasn’t comfortable with, this time.”
“Of course,” he says softly. “It’s you.”
Veritas flushes, glancing away for a moment. “Maybe next time, we can… discuss the idea of you taking both.”
His smile widens, and he pulls Veritas in for another kiss, deeper this time. “Next time,” he agrees, because there will be a next time, and a hundred more times after that. Aventurine doesn’t know when his heart decided on forever with Veritas, but it wasn’t a recent decision. He just knows, really, that this is where he’s planning on staying.
Aventurine’s stomach growls, and suddenly he realizes he hasn’t eaten anything since breakfast this morning. He laughs a little and says, “I should probably head back to the village sooner rather than later.”
Veritas glances over at the basket in the corner that Aventurine had seen him set down earlier that afternoon when he’d showed up. “I had meant to ask you about that, actually. Your former guardian, Madam Jade—when I stopped by the village today to see if you were in, she told me she’d sent you out… but she also gave me a basket full of food, and told me it was for you, if I ran into you.”
He lets his head fall back against the furs as he laughs, because the meddling witch would do that, wouldn’t she? “Oh, I hate her. Well, what say you we turn this into a date, Veritas? I think a picnic sounds absolutely lovely.”
Veritas smiles down at him softly and says, “I’d love that,” in that tone of voice where he seems genuinely surprised Aventurine exists and is right in front of him, and yeah, Aventurine thinks forever sounds nice, if forever’s like this.