The Dragon Lord's Aide Wants to Quit [BL] - Chapter 218

Chapter 218: Diplomatic Immunity (M)
Riley didn’t really know what he was expecting.

Okay, scratch that. He had an inkling of what to expect, but holy oomph—!

He did not think it would be like this.

Safe to say, the puny mortal was deathly familiar with the dragon lord’s body.

From the clavicle to the waist, Riley was familiar with it. He knew the measurements of his boss, the angles, and where things would dip in a way that he’d be able to order the perfect clothes for him.

But Riley Hale, personal assistant to Dragon Lord Kael Dravaryn, knew better than anyone else and kept his eyes glued to things that wouldn’t get him killed instead.

So even when the broad chest was just ripe and right there for staring, the mortal who wanted to live made it his life’s purpose not to ogle him.

But that ended today.

Because today, his golden dragon was doing this just for him.

And how insane was that?

See, Riley was having difficulty understanding how that managed to be marked safe for more than nine hundred years.

Or was it that nine hundred years of celibacy would end up resulting in something like that?

If so, no wonder his own body didn’t stand a chance. Because even now, at just twenty-five, the poor human could barely get his shit together.

He could still remember when Kael started.

The first button came undone with a soft click.

Then another.

And another.

The room had gone quiet again. Quiet in the way that felt loud—so charged with tension that even the air trembled with it.

Riley didn’t speak.

Because he couldn’t.

He just watched. His lashes fluttered helplessly as Kael’s fingers continued their slow descent, each movement deliberate, confident, while his gaze never left Riley’s.

And at that point, the mortal wasn’t sure who was undressing whom.

And honestly, coherent thought was becoming a luxury. Every new inch of revealed skin made something inside him twist and tighten until he felt like his bones were vibrating.

If Kael’s face could most definitely excuse a felony, then his body was an entirely new level of offense.

What felony? This was diplomatic immunity.

Kael’s chest was sculpted perfection, the kind that could’ve been the focus of old tapestries of ancient kings and war gods.

Smooth planes of muscle shifted with every breath, each rise and fall drawing Riley’s eyes like a tide he couldn’t resist.

Strength coiled beneath that skin—not bulky, but firm, the kind that promised control even in chaos.

His collarbones—which in Riley’s opinion deserved their own names—framed the center of his chest like the rim of a chalice overflowing with heat, and beneath them, his skin glowed, flushed with warmth that looked too alive, too touchable.

His waist narrowed, every line smooth but sharp enough to make Riley stare. The way it tapered down drew his eyes straight to the faint lines of muscle—tight, defined, and way too perfect. Every little shift made new shadows appear, each one showing off just how strong he was.

How illegal was this?

In short, it was the type of body that would turn every good intention into a lost cause.

And if this were a sermon in temptation, the poor human could be described as a very willing congregation.

And Riley, who had just converted, was just glad they switched positions for this.

If he’d still been sitting on his lap, wouldn’t he have lost all reason?

Then again, he probably shouldn’t have spoken so soon.

Because the dragon lord was now getting to his pants.

Riley froze. Completely.

Kael’s fingers worked at the waistband, slow but sure, before he slid the fabric down in one smooth motion. Both the pants and the undergarments went together, pooling silently at his feet.

And holy hell.

Riley’s brain might have short-circuited right there.

Kael was—there wasn’t even a word for it. His body looked like something that could make gods reconsider their priorities. Long, toned legs that seemed to go on forever, muscles defined just enough to show power without looking like a tank. Those thighs looked solid enough to crush someone’s sanity, and those lines leading down—yeah, that one—made Riley’s mouth go dry.

And then there was his package.

Riley made a sound. It wasn’t even a real word, just some strangled noise that escaped before he could stop it.

Kael’s brow lifted.

But Riley didn’t notice. His eyes were locked, unblinking, on what was in front of him.

If Kael’s body was perfection, then this was something else entirely. It was… wow.

It was even ready. The dragon lord didn’t even make an effort to hide it. Not that it would be possible with how it just sprang up like that.

As expected, it was long and thick, and even if Riley hadn’t really held it, it looked heavy just by looking at it.

That’s definitely a dragon. And it even throbbed.

Sure enough, that one’s probably a junior, and it was the kind of dragon that made Riley think they’d absolutely need divine intervention—or, well, the guardians—before even attempting anything close to this.

“I…” Riley started, voice weak. “We’re definitely going to have to see the guardians.”

And then his face caught up with his mouth, reddening to a wild degree.

Because, damn it, not only was he imagining it, he even said that out loud!

Riley wasn’t sure what shocked him more—the sheer size, or the fact that his mind had the absolute nerve to start wondering how in the world he was supposed to take all of that.

Kael tilted his head slightly, watching him shake his own as if trying to rattle the thought out. “Is something wrong?”

Riley blinked rapidly, still dazed. “No. Nothing’s wrong,” he muttered, forcing his legs to move as he stepped closer to the now very naked dragon.

But if nothing was wrong with the human, there was definitely something wrong with the dragon.

Because how exactly was Kael supposed to control himself when his twig was looking at him like that?

Those lips—soft, flushed, opening and closing as if searching for words. The way Riley’s lashes fluttered, his head tilting slightly like he was trying to see more, and that small, unconscious lick of his lower lip that nearly broke Kael’s composure.

It wasn’t like Kael hadn’t seen looks of desire before. But from Riley?

He wasn’t sure if the human was staring out of fascination, panic, or some new, dangerous idea.

And judging by the way Riley was biting his lip and stepping closer, Kael could only wonder—half amused, half undone—if his little twig would be all right with getting pregnant.

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The dazed human reached out, not even thinking.

His hands met warm skin and slid up Kael’s chest, palms flat, fingers spreading wide as if to memorize the shape of him. The skin was hot—feverish—and alive with restrained energy. Every breath Kael took pushed against his touch, and Riley swore he could feel the dragon’s pulse racing beneath his fingertips.

Kael watched him through half-lidded eyes, golden and glowing faintly, as if his body was fighting to hold back some deeper transformation.

But it wasn’t rage that was threatening to burst through.

It was desire.

Riley blinked.

Then he froze.

Realization crept in like fire licking at his skin, and he drew his hands back as if burned.

“I—I’m sorry,” he began, breath hitching as he opened his mouth, clearly about to apologize for being too forward, too presumptive, touching without even asking for permission.

But Kael caught his wrists.

Before Riley could even take a full step back, Kael’s much larger hands had wrapped around his fingers, holding them gently but firmly.

And then, without even blinking, Kael guided them back to his chest.

“Touch if you want to touch,” he said simply, as if it were nothing at all. “Between the two of us, I’m the one prepared to go all the way.”

Riley’s eyes widened.

A strangled breath left him.

Then came the choke—short, breathy, and almost incredulous.

“Yeah, I get it,” he said under his breath, a weak smile pulling at his lips. The dragon wanted to go all the way, and here he was still tangled up in restraint and lessons.

The regretful human, who also wanted to go all the way but couldn’t—not yet—pressed his lips together.

He sighed.

“Fine,” he muttered softly to himself. “Then I’ll just have to work harder.” Maybe he could at least give them something before he drowned in the wanting.

Determined now, Riley set his hands back on Kael’s chest.

But instead of dragging them down lower like every fiber of his being begged him to, he leaned in.

He rose on the balls of his feet and wrapped his arms around Kael’s neck.

Then, without hesitation, he tugged the dragon lord down and kissed him—soft and fleeting, a gentle press of lips meant more to soothe than excite.

But before Kael could say anything or respond, Riley tugged him closer still.

And with his lips just barely grazing the shell of the dragon’s ear, he whispered in a quiet, breathless voice,

“Please follow me.”