A/N: I really love writing this story. It just feels so different to other things I've done.
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It was in the interest of placating Harry that Charlie agreed to go back to work. They had had plenty of arguments about it and Charlie was starting to get nervous about being away from his dragons for so long.
He showered alone, leaving Harry in bed, then dressed in jeans and a long sleeved shirt. Finger- combing his hair back from his face was all the attention it needed, then he sat down on the edge of the bed to nudge Harry awake.
"Mm. Leave me alone."
"I've got to go in a minute."
"M'kay. What time is it?"
"A little after six."
Harry rolled over and let Charlie kiss him, then settled back as Charlie pulled on thick socks.
"Where are you going today?" he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Uh, well, I've got several loops I do on a three week rotation. I'm off to go and check one of my breeding females today... She's not due hatchlings for a few weeks yet but I want to see how she's doing."
"What sort of area do you cover?"
Charlie grunted as he pulled the first of his heavy boots on. "It can vary," he said. "At the moment it's between about two hundred and fifty and three hundred acres."
"And how many animals do you look after?"
Charlie smiled and started to lace his other boot. "Lots of questions." At Harry's frown he added: "I don't mind."
Harry watched with interest as Charlie propped his boot up on the opposite knee and started to lace it up. "At the moment I have nine. That's three breeding females, two non- breeding females and four males. Some of them move on, or move into someone else's territory, or just disappear. Or they get poached."
"Does that happen a lot?"
"More than you'd like to think. A dragon is a very valuable animal. The blood is used in potion making, their hide is used for protective clothing and their hearts make wand cores. The Chinese like their claws and their teeth get used in jewellery. All I've got to be thankful for is that the young are relatively useless for all of that. The older the dragon, the more they're worth."
"Okay."
"I'll be home at lunchtime."
"To check up on me."
"Don't sulk," Charlie said lightly. "Do your rehab. And you can do the dishes from last night if you find yourself in need of something to entertain yourself."
Harry nodded and rolled onto his back, scrubbing his hands over the few day's growth of beard on his jaw. He sighed deeply and Charlie could almost see the other man steeling himself, building up his inner strength to just get through one more fucking day.
On impulse, Charlie grabbed Harry's legs and swung them around so that from the knees down, they were hanging off the edge of the bed. Ignoring Harry's "hey!" of surprise, Charlie pulled the black boxers down Harry's thighs and caught the almost soft cock between his lips.
It only took a few moments to work it to full hardness, during which Harry seemed to get over the initial shock and groaned deeply, from his chest, and covered his face with his hands. Charlie was good at sucking cock. More than that, he liked it. He liked the feel of the hard flesh filling his mouth, he liked the taste of it and the smell of it and the way it felt when another man shot his load into the back of his mouth.
Harry's cock, slightly larger than the average and a beautiful specimen to behold, was a particular joy to suck. Charlie liked to use his tongue on the loose skin at the base while rolling the heavy testicles on his fingers, sometimes sucking one of them into his mouth instead. Harry liked to be rimmed, even if he wasn't actually fucked all that often, so Charlie often snuck his tongue back and played there, too, teasing.
With the combined thrill of Charlie's talents and the lingering morning arousal that haunted him daily, Harry orgasmed quickly, filling his partner's mouth with hot come. Charlie kept sucking gently even when Harry thought he was done, prolonging the pleasure for lingering moments.
"What was that for?" Harry asked breathlessly as he recovered and Charlie straightened his clothing.
"Because I wanted to," Charlie said, shrugging. "Because you looked like you could do with it. And because now I can leave the house with the taste of you in my mouth."
"Kinky bastard," Harry said affectionately.
"See you later," Charlie said, kissed him on the nose, and left.