experiment to see if my internal flame would go out if I submerged in water," Nyle found the strength to reply.
"Does it?" Leon asked, looking a little alarmed since Nyle was currently mostly submerged.
"No. But swallowing water directly into my fire stomach does," he added sheepishly.
Leon laughed. "I'm sensing a funny story."
"It wasn't funny at the time," Nyle grumbled. "I was twenty years old. In comparison to human development you could say I was about five years of age. I wanted to know what would happen so I swallowed the water. Elder Toel was not amused to find a very young, very wet dragon stampeding into his hoard room to cry about never being able to flame again."
"But you can flame. You just did to turn the bath on," Leon exclaimed.
Nyle chucked to himself. "Elder Toel told me I just had to let my stomach dry and my flame would rekindle. Then he gave me a fire colored pretty to make me stop crying."
"I guess dragons are a bit predictable when it comes to pretties," Leon murmured. Nyle noticed when Leon's hand began to travel south along Nyle's stomach and decided that it wouldn't be so bad if he copied Leon's example with his own hand.
"Not many dragons will give away a pretty, even to ease a crying child," Nyle said around a gasp as Leon's hand connected and squeezed gently.
"If Toel's the stuffy yellow guy we met before the Eldest," Leon began, but didn't finish because Nyle found a spot that made Leon writhe. "Round. Two?" Leon forced out, his voice filled with a questioning lilt.
Nyle lifted his head to kiss Leon in response.
"Bend over," Leon said as he stood up in the bath. He pulled Nyle to his feet, and bent Nyle over at the waist so his hands had to grip the edges of the basin for balance.
Leon's fingers returned, probing even though Nyle was already wet and ready from their previous exertions. It didn't take long before Leon was gently pushing inside and they found a rhythm.
Nyle clung to the edges of the bath and the thought of carving out real handholds for future repeats crossed his mind for a second before fleeing as Nyle stopped being able to think about anything in particular.
Nyle moaned and tightened around Leon as he hit that wonderful spot inside. Leon shortened his strokes, running himself over that spot perfectly until Nyle was writhing and panting and losing his grip on the bath.
Leon wrapped his arms around Nyle's waist, holding him up, and the feel of Leon's chest pressed to his back made Nyle arch and start begging for release.
"I'm close," Leon hissed in Nyle's ear, his tongue following his voice around the curved shell.
"Me too," Nyle gasped out. He turned his head and his lips were met with Leon's in a kiss that deepened as Leon's thrusts became erratic and more forceful.
One of Leon's hands gripped Nyle, pumping with his thrusts until both of them were groaning their pleasure into the bath.
Nyle sunk to his knees, head pillowed on hands that couldn't seem to let go of the edge of the bath, and panted happily. "So. Good," he murmured.
"Glad you like it," Leon murmured back, pulling out gently and settling down into the tub again as he spoke. "Now come here," he added as he opened his arms for cuddling.
Nyle finally figured out how to move his fingers and crawled into his lover's warm arms.
"Well, that looks comfy," a woman's voice interrupted.
Nyle would have shot to his feet if he hadn't had a set of arms restraining him. He still managed to sit up and turn towards the intruder.
"Hatch-mother Ana'gail!" Nyle gasped when he saw her standing next to the bath. She was tall and willowy, a beauty in her human shape, with ruby red hair and almond shaped golden eyes.
"An'nanyle," she replied. "I want a pretty who will hold me, too!" she pouted. "Will you share yours?"
Nyle floundered for what to say. She was his hatch-mother and according to protocol shouldn't be denied borrowing access to Nyle's pretties. But he didn't want to share his new pretty with