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[Mature Chapter 🌶  Steamy Content]
This chapter will strictly be a steamy one!

I want to ensure that I accommodate both types of readers, so steamy chapters will be separate to make them easier to skip.  This may mean that the previous chapter will be longer, while this one may be shorter (depending on the scene).  However, these [M] chapters will never have information integral to the plot. 

This also means that I will be releasing a second chapter tonight. Feel free to skip this chapter without worrying about missing something! 

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Draco's kiss was almost bullying.  He didn't allow Oliver to break away as he sucked and bit at his lips. He used his tongue to force Oliver's mouth open his mouth and plundered inside. Oliver was receptive, but his mind was becoming hazy.  He gripped Draco's sleeves, barely holding on to some semblance of sanity.  He couldn't understand how a single kiss could steal his rationality.  He couldn't breathe, but he needed more. 

Draco finally pulled back, and both men were panting heavily.  Oliver's face flushed, and his glistening red lips were swollen.  His eyes were misty, and half closed, his long eyelashes curtaining his dark violet eyes. 

Draco yearned to worship this man but, at the same time, wanted to see him writhing and crying beneath him. He ran his thumb along Oliver's sensual lips, enjoying the lingering moisture from their kiss.  

Oliver shivered under his touch and opened his lips, licking the tip of Draco's finger. When Draco growled in response, Oliver arched his back to press against him. 

Draco became impatient, frustrated with the clothes on his body, and ripped off his shirt. He sighed with relief as he felt Oliver's bare chest against his like his skin had come alive. He brought Oliver's face closer to his and caught his lower lip with his teeth, lightly pressing his sharp canine into the delicate skin. He let go and licked the small indent he left. His lips trailed to Oliver's jaw, tracing the sharp line and followed it to his ear.  His tongue brushed Oliver's earlobe and enticed a light gasp from Oliver.  

A low laugh rumbled from Draco, his hot breath brushing against Oliver's neck.  Oliver quivered and tightened his hold on Draco's arm. He tilted his head to the side, opening his neck more to Draco. The muscles were strained and tight but extremely welcoming.  Draco kissed his way down until he reached Oliver's shoulder and licked the bite mark from before.  He brushed his fangs across the mark, and Oliver reacted to the touch.

Draco hesitated for only a second, then opened his mouth wide and pressed his teeth against the wound. Before he moved again, he heightened his awareness of Oliver's reactions.  When he saw his face flush and his mouth open slightly with anticipation, Draco pressed his teeth into the skin. 

Oliver's eyes watered from the pain, but the heat that rushed through his body from the pleasure overwhelmed him. His hand wrapped around the back of Draco's head and tangled his hands in his ink-black hair.  He held Draco in place, letting him bite harder. Oliver's other hand clutched onto Draco's back, his fingers pressing his hard muscles.

Draco released Oliver's shoulder and licked up the small trail of blood. He smirked, satisfied with his mark, and pondered how else he could mark Oliver to claim him. He kissed the mark and then turned his attention to the scar on his chest where Anima had given her heart to Oliver. Part of Draco was unsatisfied with the mark of another dragon on his lover and bit the scar.

Oliver cried out with a shudder but didn't fight Draco. He would gladly let Draco replace every scar on his body.  

Draco licked the new bite and then moved to the erect pink bud on Oliver's chest.  He twirled his tongue around it and then sucked on it gently. Oliver mewled in response and rocked his body against Draco's, begging for more.

Draco's hands trailed down Oliver's body, his nails growing with his desire.  When he traced down Oliver's stomach until he reached the hem of his trousers.  Draco's fingers hooked around the material, and with a sharp pull, his pants ripped under his claws. He stood at the edge of the bed as he threw the torn material to the side and turned his attention back to Oliver.  However, he froze when he looked at Oliver. 

His naked body was stunning. 

Oliver's light silver hair scattered around him like a halo. His body was flushed from the heat of passion, and his chest heaved from his heavy pants. His long legs were spread with a slight bend to his knees, luring Draco to him.  In the center stood his pulsing arousal.  His hands had fallen over his head, surrendering himself to Draco.  

Draco's pupils stretched into slits, and his fangs elongated. He became bestial, driven by his heat and desires.  He didn't bother with untying his own trousers.  He used his long nails to rip the hem and let his pants fall naturally to the ground. His heart pounded with pride as Oliver's awestruck eyes raked his body up and down.

Draco reached over to the side table, pulled a vial of oil from it, and tossed it beside Oliver.  He crawled back onto the bed like a predator stalking his prey.  Oliver felt a surge of anticipation, and he bit his lip as Draco approached. 

Draco dropped his head, kissed Oliver's ankle, and slowly dragged his lips and fangs up his leg, planting a light bite on Oliver's inner thigh.

Oliver tensed with the bite, and his hand wrapped around his length, unable to stop himself.  Draco's eyes darkened when he saw Oliver touching himself. He closed his hand around Oliver's, helping him stroke. He watched in fascination as Oliver rocked with the movement.

With one hand around Oliver, the other reached for the vial. With deft fingers, he flicked the stopper off and coated his fingers. 

Oliver watched him with hooded eyes and spread his legs more. Draco retraced his nails, and his wet fingers brushed against his crack until they paused against his entrance. He waited, watching for Oliver's acceptance or refusal. 

Oliver pressed himself against Draco's fingers and threw his head back. "Please." His whisper was as desperate as a whimper.

Draco slowly pressed a finger into his entrance and groaned at how tight Oliver was.  He felt Oliver clenching around him. He slowly pulled in and out of Oliver, letting him get used to the sensation.  However, Oliver was already intoxicated by the feeling. He trembled when he felt a second finger enter inside of him.  

Draco's fingers curled, pressing on a small button perfectly.  Oliver cried out and bucked as he felt it. He panted as he rocked against Draco, his body begging for more. 

Draco complied with his body's demands and inserted a third finger.  Oliver shut his eyes and tensed from the stretched pressure.  Draco moved slower than before, curling slightly, brushing against the button.  His other hand held Oliver's arousal tightly, and he ran his hand up and down the length. 

He could feel Oliver relaxing around him and started to move again. Draco watched him move and cry because of him. Oliver was his silver-haired incubus.  He could hold himself back anymore. He pulled out, relishing a cry of disappointment from his lover.  He poured more oil on his hand and coated his length with it.  He climbed on top of Oliver and positioned his tip at his entrance. He watched Oliver beneath him and pushed in slowly.

Oliver gasped from the pressure. It wasn't like before. He cried out when Draco was pushing himself in deeper. Tears fell from the corner of his eyes, and his finger dug into Draco's arms. 

Draco's movements were careful and unbearably slow.  He could feel the perspiration on his brow from his restraint, but he didn't dare to move rashly. He shuddered as he pressed his hilt against Oliver, fully sheathed inside of him. 

Oliver was breathing heavily, and his tears continued to fall. 

"Are you okay?" Draco asked gently. He remained completely still until Oliver was used to his size.

"Big." Oliver cried. So big that he felt terribly full. 

Draco wiped the tears from Oliver's face, and he placed a feathered kiss on his lips. Unlike his possessive actions from before, this was tenderly sweet. 

"Shhh... it's ok." Draco placated him. He kissed him a few more times and admired his stimulating expression.

Draco felt Oliver relax a little under him, and he pulled out slightly and carefully filled him again. Oliver's back arched, and he gasped. 

He was slow, pulling out and thrusting in. Their bodies were pressed against each other, and he could see Oliver's member pulsing and leaking. He was stimulated and drove in a little harder than intended.

Oliver threw his head back with a voiceless cry. His long legs wrapped around Draco's waist, and he lifted his head to capture Draco's lips.

"More." He begged as his lips fluttered against Draco's. His breath was heavy and wanton.

Draco's chest vibrated with another growl, and he didn't hold back. Oliver held on to him tightly and rolled his hips with each dominating thrust. He cried into Draco's chest but, at the same time, begged to keep going. 

Draco groaned when Oliver tightened around him, clenching and tightening until he was dizzy. He pounded harder, making Oliver call his name between moans. He twisted his fingers tightly in Oliver's hair, pulling his head back with force and exposing his throat.  Draco sucked at his heated skin, licking and nipping at the veins and muscles.  

"Draco!" Oliver called out and felt his mind being washed with fire and ecstasy. He pulsed and released on his stomach with a cry. 

Draco felt Oliver's walls tremble with his orgasm and moaned as he filled Oliver when he climaxed. 

Draco remained in Oliver as he collapsed on top of him.  Their bodies were wet with sweat, but they didn't mind. 

Oliver ran his fingers up and down Draco's arms, tracing the lines of his muscles. Draco kissed Oliver's shoulder and neck, tasting him like a delicacy. He raised himself on an elbow and looked down at his beautiful lover. His eyes captured everything about this moment; his pink cheeks, dark eyes gleamed with tears, and the smile that hung on his red lips.

Draco secretly thanked his ancestors for this moment, knowing Oliver was now in his arms because of them.