Ashby searched Seltivare’s face for every nuance of emotion, and the elf nearly wept at the tenderness on his face. At long last, Ashby entered him fully. Seltivare found the heavy weight of Ashby in his channel new and welcome. Desperate to be close to the hybrid, Seltivare reached up and tugged Ashby into his arms. Ashby went willingly.
The hybrid kissed Seltivare so tenderly he lost his battle to keep every tear in check. But he never devolved into full-out crying. It was impossible. Ashby braced himself on his forearms and fucked Seltivare in sure, steady strokes. Ashby shifted slightly, and it changed everything. His cock nailed Seltivare’s prostate, and the elf’s eyes crossed.
Seltivare whimpered and wrapped his legs around Ashby. His fingers dug into Ashby’s lower back as the hybrid defied every fantasy Seltivare had ever had of what it’d feel like to be full of his mate. His aching cock rubbed along the muscles of Ashby’s belly. Seltivare’s balls drew up tight. Flickers of sensation tripped along his spine, and Seltivare unconsciously tightened around Ashby’s length.
The hybrid released a low gravelly moan, and Seltivare snapped. With Ashby’s name on his lips, he came. His fingernails bit into Ashby’s skin, and his mate growled as he filled Seltivare’s channel with his warm seed.
It was a beautiful moment. Until Fate intervened. Seltivare cursed as a piercing pain tore through the top of his ear, and he let go of Ashby to slap at the offending hoop.
“Stop,” Ashby said with a breathless laugh. “It’s fine.”
“The fuck it is. I was enjoying myself.”
“Next time we won’t have to worry about earrings.”
Sweaty, irritated, and helpless to the glowing feelings swelling in his heart, Seltivare clutched Ashby tight. “Thank you for making tonight special.”
“We should’ve done something romantic.”
“It was romantic. Love always is.”
Ashby smiled at Seltivare, and he saw the affection in the hybrid’s eyes before he heard the words he’d been unconsciously waiting for. “I love you too, sweet Selti.”
“Thank you for going out into the garden that night. I can’t imagine my life without you in it any longer, and that was just a few weeks ago.”
“I know exactly how you feel. And you’re somehow even more gorgeous with two hoops in your ear.”
“No, we aren’t talking about it yet. I’m still pissed.”
Chuckling, Ashby kissed him so softly that Seltivare sighed. “I adore you. Our forever is going to be so wonderful. You and me in our garden growing beautiful flowers.”
“Azaleas,” Seltivare responded as he brushed a stray lock of blond hair off Ashby’s damp forehead.
“And sweet peas.”
Their lips met, and Seltivare lost track of everything but the incredible man Fate had made him for. A fantastic life stretched out in front of them, and Seltivare was one fortunate elf.
