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FB3X Drabble Cascade #50 - Gold
Title: Dragon’s Work - Tending to the Fires (M/m, romance, weredragon)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 400
Prompt :Gold
A cold Welch person wrote: I need cwtchy (warm, snuggly, comforting) Dragon fic! anyone?
For Meep in honor of St. David’s Day.
Follows from this The Treasure (PG, m/m, prequel*) Drabble Cascade # 51.
It should have felt cold in the inner cave as it was protected from any heat the Sun’s light might have given against the chill February season. Instead there was a moist humid feel of more temperate climes. It wasn’t until he got to the farthest room that Dafydd understood. He knew that dragons loved gold, collected it as their treasure, sometimes at great cost to those that had it and didn’t want to part with it.
Gold should have been just as cold as any metal but Auryn had made the element into a form not easily stolen.
“Actually, I know how cold you find my lair even during the summer. So what do you think? Care to rid yourself of those rags for a spate of cwtching with a warm dragon?”
“My clothing isn’t rags, they’re quite serviceable attire for this time of year,” he objected.
‘Won’t be if you continue to wear them,’ a smug smile promised as a clawed hand reached towards him.
Jumping back and temporarily out of reach, “Alright. Divesting. Disrobing. Getting na…. Eeep.”
Wrapped in the glowing warmth of dragon limbs and tail, like a mouse being cuddled by a larger than normal cat, Dafydd interrupted to the echoing purr, “You know I liked that set of clothes and how am I supposed to stay warm let alone be decently clad when I have to return to my home?”
“Treasure.”
“What?”
“My Treasure is supposed to stay; guarded, safe, cared for, hidden, loved.”
“Ran out of words, did you?” Dafydd cuddled back rubbing against Auryn’s now human body.
“Do I need words when I’ve got you where I want you or will, soon as we recover from my last warming you to the idea of staying.”
“Oh is that what you call fucking someone’s brains out through their ass, warming someone up to an idea?”
“Hmm, melting your brain. All you could do was repeat my name along with a few other words like more and faster and harder.”
“You do realize that I’m not gold that can be liquified into however you want, though recently melted gold does warm up the place.”
“With a bit of effort,” Auryn kissed, nipped and rubbed his lover, “I believe I can create a puddle of Dafydd to fit my needs or rather be fitted to my needs.”
Dafydd moaned, “Try, I might reconsider staying longer.”
Title: Dragon’s Work - Tending to the Fires (M/m, romance, weredragon)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 400
Prompt :Gold
A cold Welch person wrote: I need cwtchy (warm, snuggly, comforting) Dragon fic! anyone?
For Meep in honor of St. David’s Day.
Follows from this The Treasure (PG, m/m, prequel*) Drabble Cascade # 51.
It should have felt cold in the inner cave as it was protected from any heat the Sun’s light might have given against the chill February season. Instead there was a moist humid feel of more temperate climes. It wasn’t until he got to the farthest room that Dafydd understood. He knew that dragons loved gold, collected it as their treasure, sometimes at great cost to those that had it and didn’t want to part with it.
Gold should have been just as cold as any metal but Auryn had made the element into a form not easily stolen.
“Actually, I know how cold you find my lair even during the summer. So what do you think? Care to rid yourself of those rags for a spate of cwtching with a warm dragon?”
“My clothing isn’t rags, they’re quite serviceable attire for this time of year,” he objected.
‘Won’t be if you continue to wear them,’ a smug smile promised as a clawed hand reached towards him.
Jumping back and temporarily out of reach, “Alright. Divesting. Disrobing. Getting na…. Eeep.”
Wrapped in the glowing warmth of dragon limbs and tail, like a mouse being cuddled by a larger than normal cat, Dafydd interrupted to the echoing purr, “You know I liked that set of clothes and how am I supposed to stay warm let alone be decently clad when I have to return to my home?”
“Treasure.”
“What?”
“My Treasure is supposed to stay; guarded, safe, cared for, hidden, loved.”
“Ran out of words, did you?” Dafydd cuddled back rubbing against Auryn’s now human body.
“Do I need words when I’ve got you where I want you or will, soon as we recover from my last warming you to the idea of staying.”
“Oh is that what you call fucking someone’s brains out through their ass, warming someone up to an idea?”
“Hmm, melting your brain. All you could do was repeat my name along with a few other words like more and faster and harder.”
“You do realize that I’m not gold that can be liquified into however you want, though recently melted gold does warm up the place.”
“With a bit of effort,” Auryn kissed, nipped and rubbed his lover, “I believe I can create a puddle of Dafydd to fit my needs or rather be fitted to my needs.”
Dafydd moaned, “Try, I might reconsider staying longer.”
