Naga Boyfriend: Oscar 2 (rough draft)

The sound of rain wakes you from a deep slumber. Shuffling away the blankets you sit up in bed to see that dawn has become overcast by thick rain clouds. You rub your eyes and check your phone for the time, seeing you’ve woken earlier than usual. As you stir, Oscar’s tail begins to move, coiling up around your leg.

“It’s cold,” Oscar grumbles.

“It’s raining out,” you answer. Setting your phone back down your crawl back under the blankets and snuggle up to Oscar’s back. He sighs and relaxes back into the bed. “Supposed to be stormy all day.”

“Is that why you woke up?” He mumbles sleepily.

“Kind of.” You kiss his bare shoulder and the tip of his tail tightens around your ankle. “It’s still really early, go back to sleep.”

Due to quarantine and the library closing for the unforeseeable future, Oscar invited you to come move in with him. So far, things have been okay. You had stocked up on groceries a while ago, and had been nesting together quite comfortably. Oscar had been teaching from home, and you had been helping him put together his online class packets. Thanks to his connections, you were able to hold story readings for his students on the weekends. Still, somedays felt quite like the struggle. Oscar wasn’t used to not teaching in person, he was used to being hands-on with his students and being able to help them immediately. A lot of the students, too, were having a hard time learning from home.

Now that it was colder out, Oscar had a noticeable lack of energy. He was always cold, so he had pulled out his massive collection of blankets, sweaters, and gloves. He’d also started to wrap around you at night to seek out warmth. Which wasn’t so bad, you actually kind of enjoyed it.

“I can get up and go make us that new tea I ordered,” you tell him.

“Mmm, not now. Stay here a bit.” He clutches your hand tight. “I’m cozy.”

You kiss his shoulder again. “It is nice this morning, even with the rain.” You snuggle up close to his back, placing your knees just below his rear. “Any big plans for today?”

“I have some tests to go over, but that’s all.” He turns his head back. “What about you?”

“I was thinking about going to the grocery store to pick up a few things. But with the rain I may just wait it out. It was nothing important we needed anyways.”

He squeezes your hand. “What did I tell you about your little trips out?”

“I know,” you huff. “But we do need more broth and stock.” You rest your chin upon his shoulder. “I also was trying to find you a birthday gift.”

Oscar chuckles. “I told you not to worry about that.”

You smile and kiss his ear. “It’s your birthday, I can’t just ignore it. And now that we can’t do anything, see anyone, or go anywhere, I just wanted to have something special for you on the big day.”

“It is a day, there is no size to it.” He pats your hand on his chest. “Besides, now that you’re here, I have everything I’ll ever need in this house.”

“It wasn’t a thing, exactly. I was planning a really nice dinner.”

He smirks. “Oh?” He turns his head. “Food you say?”

You giggle and kiss him. “I know the way to your heart for sure by now. Having seen the way you unhinged your jaws to eat that bear claw I brought you.”

Oscar rolls onto his back, pulling you up on top of him. “That’s a stereotype.” He taps the tip of your nose. “I merely open my mouth.”

“You eat like a teenage boy.” You giggle. “But that’s okay. I still have time I can plan for this big meal of yours.”

His hands rub up the small of your back. “Oh really? What were you planning.”

“A surprise.”

He breaks into a smile. “I don’t like surprises. Too many in my life as it is.”

“Nope, I’m hopefully still going to have time to do it. So you will just have to be patient.” You look over as your phone’s alarm goes off. You sit up on Oscar and turn it off.

“Morning already?” Oscar sighs.

You bend back over and kiss him. “Stay snuggly in bed. I’ll go make tea and get breakfast started.”

“I promise, once spring comes I’ll be making breakfast in bed for you until fall.”

“It’s a deal.” You tuck him back into bed and go into the kitchen. Everything in Oscar’s place is organized just so. He memorizes where everything is so he can find it readily. He likes to keep things neat, and you’ve been trying to do that. But you were never the most organized person, so it’s taking you time to get used to it.

As you’re setting the kettle up and thinking of what to make for breakfast, you hear Oscar’s phone ring. After he answers it things go quiet. You don’t think anything of it, you just continue to make breakfast.

After a while, Oscar comes out of the bedroom wrapping up in the blanket. He has a strange look upon his face as he approaches.

“Is something wrong?” You ask.

He nods, looking more distraught. “Yes and no.” He moves closer to you. His hands lay upon your face, feeling for the change in your expression. “I’ve been offered a job at a private school. One that still has in school classes.”

“That’s good though, right?” You ask uneasily. “Unless-” Your gut sinks at the second thought. “You have to move, don’t you?”

Oscar frowns deeply. “I know. I’m crazy to even consider it.”

“No,” you say weakly. “I mean, you do hate the online classes. You’ve said so often.” You take his hands into yours. “But moving...it feels like you just got here.”

“I know,” he huffs. “I’m frustrated with myself that would even consider such a thing. After all, I have you now, this quarantine will end eventually. But it could be a long time before-” He presses his lips into a firm line. “I can’t, I won’t accept it. I’ll stay here with you.”

You frown. “Wait a minute. Would you not invite me to move with you if you did take this job?”

“I mean-” he hesitates as he considers his words. “I know we’ve lived together a while now, but moving is different. You’ve lived here most of your life. This would uproot you.”

“I love you,” you huff at him. “Of course I want to stay here. But it’s you-” You stop yourself. “Why wouldn’t you even think I’d want to go?”

“I’m not sure.” He sighs. “I’ve always moved alone. Always lived by myself. This is a first for me, you know?”

“Me too.” You squeeze his hands tight. “That’s why we should at least talk about this before you decide not to accept.”

He tilts his head to the side. “Can we have tea first?”

“Of course, it’s almost ready. Just waiting on the kettle.” You sigh.

Oscar places his hand upon your face, checking the expression he can’t see. “You’re mad, aren’t you?”

You frown. “No. Not mad. Just upset is all. Who is even offering jobs at schools right now? Its ridiculous.”

Oscar smiles softly. “An old friend of mine just got made the headmaster. She’s trying to hire a more inclusive staff.”

“Can’t fault her there,” you pout. “I’d want to hire you too.”

Oscar chuckles and gives you a kiss. “I’m sorry. We were having such a good morning.”

“Still can. This doesn’t need to break it.” You look back as the kettle begins to whistle. “Go sit down. I’ll bring your tea to you.” You go back into the kitchen as he leaves to sit at the table. He turns his ear closer to the glass, listening to the rain falling outside.

You steep the tea, and once you’ve added some honey and milk, you take it to the table, turning the tray so he can find his cup. He reaches out, tapping his fingers along the table until he feels the warmth from the cup and he takes the handle.

“So, what were you planning to do for my birthday?”

You gently flick the side of his hand. “I already told you it is going to be a surprise.” You then watch him as he takes a sip of tea. “Don’t try to deflect.”

“I know, I know,” he breathes. Under the table, the end of his tail coils up around your ankle. “I’m still thinking.”

“Then talk to me,” you urge gently. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

He tilts his head up. “This would be a wonderful opportunity. And since it is a private school it can be safe, the classes will be small. I can have better outreach. I will get paid so much better.” He frowns. “But you are here, the children in my class may not have this opportunity again. I’d have to move. To memorize a new house. But this new job could offer more stability, and I probably would never have to move again.”

You set your cup down, the tea still too hot for you. “Where is this school anyways? How far would the move have to be.”

Oscar sighs heavily. “Overseas.”

“Oh,” you gasp.

He bows his head down. “Yeah.”

You lean back in your chair. “That does change things.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to move that far,” he murmurs. “It’s too much.”

“Now, don’t say that.” You lean back onto the table. “We need to talk about this after all. Because if you do end up moving and I don’t then that means we will-”

Oscar’s brow pinches and he fidgets with his cup. “I love you.”

You sigh heavily and cover your face with your hands. “I know.”

“No,” he says seriously. “I mean it. I love you.” He turns to face you. “If I had to leave you...no. That’s the thing I don’t have to.”

“But this job-”

“It’s a job,” he says quietly. “I’m talking about this like it’s something that is the end all be all, but I am happy where I am. I like this job. I adore my students. And I love you.” He starts to chuckle. “All those other things that job offers pales in comparison.”

“I don’t want to be what holds you back though!”

“You aren’t. You won’t.” He smiles brightly at you. “Would you rather I choose money over you? Success? I’m successful here.”

You look back down at the table. “I don’t want this to be a regret later, Ozzie.”

Oscar reaches out and puts his hands around your face. His skin is cold but his touch is so gentle. “I would regret leaving you more though.”

You move his hand so he can feel you smiling. “You sure? You came to this conclusion pretty fast. If you want more time to think about it-”

“I am very sure.” Oscar moves closer, putting his arms around you. “I love you and that is going to be my decision. I will cope with online classes, because those students need me. I can do better here, I just have to try.”

You hug him tight, feeling the scales that go down his back and onto his tail. “I had to admit, I am relieved. But I just want you to be sure.”

“I am, I swear it. I want to hear your voice when I wake up every morning. Especially on cold days, because sometimes that’s my only motivation.” You kiss him lovingly and his hands smooth down your arms to your sides. “I wish I could see the look on your face right now.”

You kiss him again and press your forehead to his. “Can we go back to the bedroom?”

A smile appears on his lips. “Still tired?”

You shake your head. “Not in the slightest.”

“Oh, now that I see.” He rises with you, taking your hand as you lead him back into the bedroom. You sit down on the edge of the bed and Oscar throws the blanket over top both of you. He leans down, placing his hands on either side of your hips. He breathes in, smelling you as he comes closer. He nuzzles to your hair, sighing gently. He kisses down your temple, to your cheek, then bites down on your earlobe.

You swallow and whimper, placing your hands upon his arms and petting upwards. You grab hold of his shoulders then smooth your palms down his chest. His breath flutters as your fingertips slip lower, touching scales then feeling the small slit just below his waist. Oscar moans into your ear, flicking his tongue against your skin. Your fingers dip inside, prodding deep and feeling him inside. You meet his kiss as you pull out the first cock and then the second comes behind it. The first time you realized he had two was quite a shock and it took a little getting used to.

“It’s cold,” he whispers.

You giggle softly, stroking a cock in each hand. “Poor thing.”

Oscar moans, clutching his hands around your hips. “That feels-”

You kiss him softly and his tongue flickers over your lips. He then pushes you down, laying you on the bed, still covered by the comforter. His hands smooth down your chest before pushing up your sleep shirt.  He bends over, kissing you chest before taking a breast into his mouth. You whimper softly, reaching down to tug off your panties.

“Getting warmer,” he breathes. He licks across your chest to the other breast.

“I know,” you moan.

Oscar pushes his body closer to yours, moving his long tail inside the blanket. It begins to coil around your leg, pulling it out so he can fit better between your legs. He chuckles softly against your breast before lifting his head.

“What is it?” You whimper.

He sits up, moving so you can see his face. “We just had a big scare, now all of a sudden we’re here.”

Your face flushes red. “Yeah so?”

He strokes his hand down, finding his way down between your thighs. “I think we like each other too much,” he teases. His fingers then slip inside you, finding you warm and wet. “Unless, this was your endgame all morning,” he breathes. “You’re awfully wet for us only having just started.”

Biting your lip, you struggle to keep composure. “No teasing.”

He dips down again, kissing you as his fingers move luxuriously inside. His tongue swirls around your mouth and he moans into your ear. “I’m not complaining. I just wish you’d be more honest with me.” He pulls you leg up furter, hitching it around his waist. “Tell me to stay if that’s what you want. Tell me you need my touch when you need it.”

Your breath shakes as he places himself upon you. His two cocks bunt against your belly. “Ozzie-” you whine.

“Say it,” he whispers urgently.

“Stay here,” you whimper. “Stay with me please. I don’t want you to go.”

He smiles. “Good. Now what else?”

You bite your lip again, looking down to see his cocks, glossy and wet, thrusting against your skin. You swallow and take a breath to steady yourself. “I’ve been horny all morning,” you say shakily.

You can tell Oscar is trying to keep from laughing.

“I mean-” you try to cover.

“My poor, horny love,” he giggles.

“You tricked me!” You pout. “I hate that word!”

Oscar kisses you. “Not my intention. But I loved the results. Now-” He guides your hand down and rubs your palm over the two shafts. “Pick your poison, so to speak.”

You grasp hold of one of the shafts then the other. “I don’t want to leave one out.”

Oscar kisses your neck. “Take turns?”

You nod then watches as he moves, placing himself between your legs and arching your hips up with his tail. He rubs himself to your folds. His breath hitches and he closes his eyes. Moving himself into place, one of his cocks slips inside you. You shudder with relief, throwing your head back as Oscar moves inside you. He pulls the cock out, slipping it in the other.

Each time he switches there is a brief moment of loneliness you feel, but once he places one inside, you feel better. Eventually he doesn’t switch again, he becomes lost in seeking his own release, his own pleasure. He pushes deep inside you, grinding his hips until you feel him all the way inside. You cry out, gasping for breath. Under the blanket has become so hot, you’re sweating. He kisses you, licking down your neck and between your breasts.

“I need a breath,” you gasp.

“It’ll be cold out there,” he chuckles.

You pull the blanket down from around your head, catching a cold breath. He then continues to move, thrusting harder and deeper. You whimper, clasping your hands over your face. You then reach back down, stroking his cock that rubs against your leg. He seizes, snarling and bucking. His hips jerk, pushing harder and he comes in your palm. He pulls out, coming on your belly and thighs.

“Oops,” you mewl.

“Silly girl,” he kisses down your body. “You made me finish too quick.”

You watch him as he kisses down your mound, he licks your wet, dripping lips then flickers his tongue over your clit. You sigh and lay back, grabbing his hand that begins to trail back up your body. He moans against you, sending vibrations through your spine. He moves his tail, prodding the tip until it goes inside you. He suctions over your clit, moaning more as his hands grasp tight around your breasts. You cry out, bucking your hips against him. He slurps and moans, making sure you find your release too.

As you fall back onto the bed, panting hard, Oscar comes up beside you, he lays down and kisses your cheek. “I’m not going anywhere. As long as you are here, I’m not moving.”

“I’m glad,” you whisper. “But-”

“None of that,” Oscar whispers. He kisses your cheek. “And next time your horny tell me.”

You pout. “I won’t use that word. But yes, I’ll be honest next time.”