We stared at each other for a moment, barely breathing.
Then, we crashed together.
My fingers found his hair, the nape of his neck, pulling him down, and Llewellyn's mouth found my jaw, desperate. He braced his weight on top of me, slotting in, hovering under my jaw for a moment, then kissed my throat when I tilted my head to the side more.
"…"
I reached for his coat, but Llewellyn caught both my wrists and pressed them above my head.
…Huh.
I swallowed, suddenly burning up.
"I'm guessing this is part of your… request?"
"Is that a problem?" Llewellyn asked, grazing his teeth over my throat and biting down. His chest was pressed fully to mine, his voice rough.
You can't really have problems with your brain turned to mush.
My entire focus was on his tongue and lips and teeth.
The downside of being flat on my back with my wrists pinned above my head was that I couldn't get to his hair, or coat, or sweater, or trousers, and—
Then Llewellyn bit down on a new spot.
"..."
Never mind, no downside at all.
"Well?" he said in my ear.
Uh.
I locked my leg around his thigh and hauled him down flush on top of me. Llewellyn's breath caught against my neck.
"Good enough answer?" I managed.
Llewellyn pressed my wrists harder into the floor. "That's a very good answer," he said, amused, mouthing at my skin again.
He lingered for a moment, hovering close, then tugged my coat fully open, as if it was in the way.
I opened my mouth, but whatever I was going to say dissolved as his lips found my throat again, and a hand slid under my sweatshirt.
He dragged his teeth, breath hot, and... uh.
A sound slipped out of me.
...Damn.
This was great.
Everything about this was great.
Llewellyn pushed my sweatshirt up almost entirely. His body had completely relaxed on top of me now, his mouth was hot, and whenever he added teeth or touched somewhere new, my hands twisted in his grip.
For all the pinning and restraining and holding me down, he really was gentle, as he'd teased on the pirate ship, which… uh... apparently was a combination of things I was into.
Very, very into.
Like, if you put me in a situation with competitive fighting or tackling down or me getting tied up somewhere followed by… this? I wouldn't last five seconds.
"You're so sensitive," Llewellyn murmured, sucking below my earlobe before gently biting down on it. "More?"
"..."
Fuck.
We were fully lined up now, and both hard, which was making me feel things that were definitely inappropriate for our current location.
"You gave me three last time," I garbled, breathless.
"I'm aware," Llewellyn said. He sounded amused. He slid down a bit, which caused him to drag along the front of my trousers.
Damn. That was—
Couldn't he just—
My brain was mush. Complete mush.
"I'm asking if you want more."
Of course I wanted more.
"Good," Llewellyn said. He pinned me more firmly, then leaned in to mouth down my chest.
Oh, fuck.
We hadn't done this bit before.
When I arched up before I could stop myself, Llewellyn responded by curling his tongue around a nipple and biting down, sliding his thigh between my legs and pressing me deeper into the temple floor.
"..."
My wrists strained in his grip.
"You look ready to pull out the rope," I managed.
Llewellyn actually groaned into my skin this time.
"Don't tempt me," he said, biting down. His grip tightened for a second.
Uh.
"Hold still," he said. "I'm not done."
He released my wrists and moved… uh… lower. And lower.
"..."
...I shouldn't have looked down. The whole thing was already way too— Ah.
I was panting now.
Llewellyn started working a bite into my skin just above my waistband, where the rope had been last time.
I found his hair and closed my eyes.
I was really going to die. The adrenaline from the fight, and the attack, and the unresolved tension from last night clearly had destroyed all my thinking faculties. I shouldn't have let it go this far, but. Uh. I wasn't that strong. I couldn't stop arching up, trying to get his mouth lower still—even though my trousers were still on.
Just as I was trying to decide whether I wanted to push him down or pull him up and return the favor, even though my marks on him were still faintly visible, or maybe something that involved no clothes at all, the dragon came back into the temple.
"I'm back!" he said cheerfully.
What!!! Fuck.
We sprang apart like guilty teenagers. I pulled my sweatshirt down, smoothing out my coat.
Llewellyn's ears were bright red. My face felt like it was on fire, too.
"Welcome back," I said, standing up. "Um. We were just—"
"I know what mating looks like," the dragon said, unbothered. "Anyway!" He looked excited. "The stream has many fish! And caves to explore. I like it here!"
Ah, that was good.
We moved away, trying to pull ourselves together.
Llewellyn cleared his throat, adjusting his coat. His ears were still red, which made me want to pull him back in and—
No, focus.
Then Llewellyn stepped closer again, like he couldn't help it.
I swallowed.
Penguin chirped from somewhere, apparently having wandered off to explore while we were... busy, and came sprinting back.
"The caves go very deep," the dragon continued, completely oblivious to our awkwardness. "Some have crystals that glow. Would you like to see?"
Oh. Wait. Caves with crystals that glow? Of course I wanted to see.
"Never heard of caves with crystals on Mount Dalrin," Llewellyn said, frowning. System?
There was a long pause. Then:
[System Notification: No details found.]
Huh?
The dragon's golden eyes shifted between us. "You should finish mating first, though. It seems important for humans."
What!!!
I choked on air and covered my face with one hand.
Well, that was our fault, I suppose, this was not the place to—
Still, I didn't regret it one bit.
Just as Llewellyn was asking more about the caves, my phone rang.
I pulled it out, frowning at the unknown number.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Mr. Haewell?"
"Yes?"
The voice was female and professional.
"I'm calling from Eunhwa Home. Everything is fine, but I need you to please sit down and not panic."
…My blood ran cold.
Shit. That was Gran's nursing home—and this was definitely not a good start of the conversation!
"What happened?" I said immediately.
"There was an incident this morning. A suspicious package was delivered addressed to your grandmother. The police were called immediately and they've confirmed it was a fake device—completely harmless. Your grandmother is perfectly fine, Mr. Haewell. She's actually playing cards right now. But the police are here and would like to speak with you in person, if you can come."
"A fake bomb?" I managed.
Llewellyn's head snapped up and we made eye contact.
"Yes. The police have taken it for analysis. Your grandmother was quite calm about the whole thing, but given the circumstances, we thought you should know immediately."
"Anything else?" I asked. "Was there any note?"
The woman hesitated.
"I probably shouldn't tell you this until the police…. but we also have to consider… We have other residents, Mr. Haewell, you understand."
"What did the note say?" I repeated.
The woman took in a breath.
"It said, Next time, it will be a real one."