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In a small clearing, a dragon shifter and his Rider were preparing to depart on a quest, packing up their camp into saddle bags. They moved in sync, having perfected their routine after years of travel together. They were headed on a month-long journey to a town several kingdoms over. Although they didn’t need to be there for another two months, they wanted to arrive before Denki’s heat hit to have time to find a dragon for him to heat-share with. Not that Hanta wouldn't fill that role if necessary, he had the scars to prove just how far he’d go to make sure his dragon was taken care of.
Once finished, the shifter took his dragon form and Hanta quickly saddled him up. The black leather contrasting nicely with the yellow scales of the electric dragon as well as complimenting the black jagged horns and accents on the dragon’s tail. They left the clearing, taking to the air, deciding to make a quick stop at the keep to let the Barbarian King know they were on their way. As they descended, they noticed their friend approaching excitedly.
“DENKI!” The king’s ruby dragon bellowed happily, chirping as they landed, “Leaving already?” the playful red dragon nudged Denki to play with him.
“Yeah!” Denki butted heads playfully with the alpha dragon, chirping happily.
Chuckling at the playful exchange, Hanta made his way to the Keeps entrance, disappearing inside.
The dragons nuzzled and tousled around until the larger had Denki pinned to the grass. The alpha sniffed at Denki’s neck, noting the very distinct scent of preheat, however, before he could suggest Denki stay to spend his heat with him, the king’s voice boomed from the entryway.
“EIJIROU!” The ash-blond king chided his dragon, noticing Hanta was in a rush to leave. His dragon scampered to his side, baring his neck apologetically. “Stay safe you two, you have my blessing.” He yelled after Hanta.
“Thanks ‘Tsuki! We’ll send word when we arrive.” Hanta mounted Denki once more, giving him a reassuring tap that he was ready.
“Please do. I know Eijirou will be worried.” Katsuki waved them off with a soft smile reserved for those closest to him.
Then they took off towards their destination, disappearing above the clouds.
The first few days went by just fine as they camped to eat and rest like they normally did. However, on the fifth day, Hanta grew concerned at how fast Denki was flying.
“Hey Sparks slow down, you’ll wear yourself out.” He called out over the rush of wind, a little worried as he rubbed at Denki’s neck in an attempt to help him relax. He could feel the heat radiating off Denki, the poor dragon was burning up.
“I'm not going to make it if we slow down.” Denki could feel his heat creeping up on him, already aching to be filled.
“See that mountain right there?” Hanta asked calmly, leaning forward and pointing at the mountain ridges not far from where they were.
“Yeah.” Nodding, Denki adjusted his course.
“Let’s see if there is a cave that we can stay in for a while.” Hanta suggested, rubbing at warm scales, hoping to soothe his dragon even if only slightly.
“Okay!” Denki flew full speed toward the mountain until he was close enough to scan for a cave.
Once he found one, he dove for it. Landing less than smoothly but safely, and immediately shifted into his half-form. It was as close to his human form as he could get during his heat. If he were heat sharing with a dragon he could just stay shifted but the size difference proved dangerous for his Rider and that was not a risk he was willing to take.
As they set up camp, Denki slowly started to feel worse and worse. Signs he was quickly going into heat were beginning to get unignorable as slick dripped down his leg, his pupils were blown wide, and his hole ached to be filled.
“Come here.” Hanta called suddenly over his shoulder as he unpacked their bedding, catching Denki’s attention.
Denki quickly scrambled over to Hanta. He’d be lying if he said he wasn't excited to be heat-sharing with his Rider instead of another dragon. His Rider was far more satisfying than anyone else.
“Prep your nest while I make us some food.” Hanta spoke gently as he got set up to cook up some meat for his dragon.
Denki whined softly, desperation fogging his thoughts as he shuffled the bedding around until it was a comfortable nest. Then eagerly went to nose at Hanta’s neck.
“Eat.” Hanta handed Denki a plate of food.
Denki stared at the food before a louder whine ripped from his throat, that’s not the type of full he was yearning for.
“I’ll take care of you, but you need to eat first.” Hanta stated firmly.
Denki sighed softly in defeat, eating the food his mate made. No no, not Mate, Rider.
“Good boy.” Hanta praised, running his fingers through golden hair.
Just as Denki finished his food, Hanta was already hovering over him. Long, dark hair draped down to frame the right side of his Rider’s face, a few plaits keeping the left side back. The dragon shifter swallowed thickly as he gazed up into hungry onyx eyes, if only Hanta always looked at him like that.
“You’re always so good.” Hanta hummed softly, letting his lips hover just over Denki’s ear, “Are you going to keep being good for me?”
“Yes.” Mewling softly, Denki tilted his head to bare his neck in submission
“Yes what, Sparks?” Hanta nipped at the vulnerable skin
“Yes, Master.” Denki whined, arching his back desperate to feel his Rider’s body against his.
“Good boy~” Smirking, Hanta pressed his lips to hot flushed skin, “Perfect omega.”
“Please master, I feel so empty.” Denki whined, softly bucking his hips up in little aborted motions.
“I know, I know. Just relax for me, if you start getting rowdy I’ll grab the rope.” Gripping jagged black horns, Hanta pulled Denki’s head back, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin under his jaw.
Moaning, Denki unconsciously dug his claws into the leather on Hanta’s back.
“Claws.” Hanta reminded without any heat, uncaring if his clothes tore. He did however need to be mindful not to get injured, they didn’t have enough medical supplies and they were still a ways out from their destination.
“Sorry.” Denki whined, his head thrashing back. He pulled his hands away from Hanta’s back, awkwardly flexing them at his sides
“Want me to just tie up your hands so you don’t have to think about it?” Hanta whispered tenderly, his lips grazing Denki’s ear.
Nodding perhaps a bit too eagerly, Denki raised his hands above his head
Hanta grabbed a bundle of rope from the bag beside them and carefully tied up Denki’s hands. After, he wasted no time getting them both undressed and gently spreading Denki’s folds with his hands.
He was so soaked he could feel it dripping and pooling beneath him. Thankfully his Master didn’t make him wait too long. The first push already had his eyes fluttering shut from the pleasure, and every thrust after that only made the pleasure that much more potent.
“Master!” Denki moaned, rocking his hips eagerly to meet Hanta’s thrusts
“God, you feel so fucking hot inside.” Hanta groaned, pistoning his hips faster “Kiss me.” he growled, ghosting his lips over Denki’s.
Denki immediately slammed their lips together, relishing the feeling. He didn't often get to kiss his Rider so he did his best to savor it. Maybe if he was extra good Hanta would give him kisses while they cuddled. He wanted Hanta to be his mate more than anything but that didn’t seem to be what his Rider wanted.
Moaning into the kiss, Hanta reached a hand between them to stroke Denki’s cocklet. Loving all the little stifled sounds his dragon made writhing around beneath him. God, he loved Denki’s half form, the way black horns contrasted with gold hair, the way creamy skin slowly turned into golden yellow scales and black claws. So beautiful with golden hair splayed across their furs, jaw slack with pleasure, his dragon was the prettiest being he'd ever laid eyes on.
“Master~” Denki breathed, arching his back, pleasure overwhelming his senses “Knot, need your knot~” he let out a choked moan as Hanta slammed home harder.
“Don’t worry Sparks, I’ll take care of you.” Hanta pressed kisses along Denki’s jaw, licking at the slit at the base where jaw met ear.
Denki shivered a moan ripping from his chest as Hanta teased his scent gland, prodding at it with the wet muscle.
Viscus oil coated Hanta’s tongue, it wasn't a sensation he particularly cared for but the taste was worth it. The flavor was tangy not unlike citrus but far more complex than that. It was earth, and rain, and lightning. It tasted like eating an orange under an awning as a thunderstorm rolled by. But more than anything, the flavor was home. He was crazy for his dragon, he’d do anything for him, and that included letting him find a proper alpha as a mate. It wasn’t unheard of for a dragon shifter and their Rider to be mates, but it wasn’t very common. Out of all the Riders he knew, only Katsuki was mates with his dragon. But he was a king, so no one could tell him anything. Granted, as one of the three Riders of the King, maybe the same grace would be extended to them.
“Knot me, please! Fill me up, Master.” Denki begged pupils blown so wide golden irises were hardly noticeable.
Pulling back a bit, Hanta wrapped his hand around the base of his cock before slowly pushing back in. His hand compensating for a knot he didn’t have.
“YESYESYESYES!” Denki drooled, eyes rolling back as his walls stretched to accommodate the intrusion. Sure it wasn't a proper knot but the stretch was perhaps even more satisfying. Whether it was from the size of Hanta’s fist or just because it was Hanta, he had no way of telling in his blissed-out state. Finally full in the way he’d been craving, the ache dissipated, replaced by euphoria. Arguably, the best part was the way Hanta could keep fucking into him while his fist stayed in place, occasionally wiggling his fingers to add to the feeling. No dragon Denki had been with could compare, not even Eijirou. Without thinking, he tossed his bound hands over Hanta’s head and pulled him close. He sunk his teeth into the meat of his Rider’s shoulder, hoping for one in return.
“SHit!” Hanta hissed at the pain but didn’t pause or even slow down. At first, he thought nothing of the bite. The location was different, but it was far from the first time Denki had bitten him. However, the longer Denki stayed latched on, the harder he bit down. He could feel more than see that Denki was starting to panic. He tilted his head to get a glimpse of Denki’s face only to see streams of tears and scrunched eyebrows. Rejection painted across his face. When Hanta’s brain finally caught up to him, he felt like an idiot. By biting into his shoulder, Denki was choosing him as a mate, and not biting back meant rejection. He pressed his nose against Denki’s shoulder in warning before biting down as hard as he could. His teeth weren’t as sharp but he did manage to break through Denki’s thicker skin.
With a low groan, Denki came, his hole milking Hanta’s fist and cock. Removing his teeth from his Rider’s shoulder to toss his head back, little sparks of electricity jumped from one horn to the other.
Grunting, Hanta fucked into the tight heat with a fervor, chasing his release. Letting go of Denki's shoulder, he propped himself up to stare at his dragon's fucked out face. Glossy golden eyes, pink tinted cheeks, blood glossed lips part and drooling, sweat clinging to flushed skin just so, his omega was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Bliss slammed into him, his cock throbbing as he pressed deep, cum painting velvet walls white. Panting, he nuzzled into his mate's neck taking in the subtle mix of their scents as he caught his breath.
When they finally calmed down, Hanta gingerly removed his fist and untied Denki’s hands.
“I’m sorry.” Hanta whispered gently, pressing kisses to Denki’s jaw.
“For what?” Tilting his head, Denki frowned, negative thoughts already clouding his mind. What if Hanta hadn’t wanted him as a mate?
“For not biting you back faster. It took me a bit to figure out what was going on. I’m also sorry you had to bite me first.” Hanta combed his fingers through golden hair, cradling his mate close. “If I'd known you wanted me, I'd have done it sooner.”
Denki’s eyes blew wide, tears pooling quickly, making golden irises sparkle. “It’s okay.” He nuzzled against Hanta’s neck, relieved and taken aback by his Rider’s words. No no, not Rider, Mate.
"Such a perfect omega. My perfect mate." Hanta cooed lovingly, burying his nose in golden hair.
They spent the rest of Denki’s heat in that cave. The claim helped settle down the rowdy dragon enough that most of the sex they had was gentle, loving, and brought them closer than they thought possible.