Zhakhil stared at his dragon feeling electricity flowing from the male to his body. The warmth of his dragon's hands made the hairs of his skin to stand with anticipation.
He imagined what it would feel like to have his dragon ran his hands all over his body. For him to caress him lovingly as though he was a delicate flower.
It was the most amazing feeling to be free to think what he wished without fear that his dragon would be disgusted. He didnt seem to mind being close to him.
Xaddrin removed hus hand from Zhakhil's taking the plate with him and dug into the dish pretending as though nothing had happened. His sudden movement got the prince out of his thoughts anf back to reality.
He blushed at his thoughts, the dragon was teasing him. Getting his interested and pulling back when he started to drown in his warmth. He didnt it though. It excited his heart and made it ran a marathon in hid chest trying to catch up with his dragon's games.
