Wade didn’t let up. The hand on Alex’s stomach slipped lower, fingertips tracing the waistband of his pajama pants, inch by tantalizing inch, forcing Alex to decide. Lean into the touch or risk being accused of not being a morning person.
He’d barely decided when Wade’s hips pressed closer. Wade’s cock, undeniably hard, ground into Alex’s ass, separated by one miserable layer of fabric.
Alex wasn’t made of steel. His own cock twitched in response, practically shoving itself into Wade’s hand as if to say, “Hey! There’s a party here and I wasn’t invited?”
Wade’s lips ghosted across the back of Alex’s neck. “You smell so fucking good in the morning.”
This was the part where Alex might’ve said something witty or self-deprecating, only Wade’s hand sneaked under the waistband and found Alex’s cock with surgical precision.
One slow stroke, then two, and Alex forgot every joke he’d ever known.
Wade used his tongue, lips, and teeth to worship Alex’s skin. The guy’s mouth was a weapon—kissing, sucking, nipping, leaving marks that would’ve made Alex blush if he had any sense left.
Wade’s cock flexed against his ass, leaving Alex wondering if the guy even noticed that he’d turned the snuggling into a full-body assault on Alex’s self-control.
Judging by the grip on Alex’s cock, it seemed safe to assume yes.
Wade’s hand tightened, pumping Alex’s cock with a slow, rhythmic motion, while his mouth found a spot on Alex’s neck and refused to leave it alone. Teeth grazed skin, not quite gentle but not rough either, just enough to warn Alex what was coming.
He moaned or maybe whimpered. It was embarrassing, but what else could he do when his mate was jerking Alex off like it was his life’s work?
Wade’s teeth grazed just above Alex’s collarbone. “Gonna fuck you, honey bunny. Want you that way first thing in the morning.”
Not subtle, this one. Alex almost laughed, then Wade’s thumb pressed hard against the head of his cock, and any thought of sarcasm fled the scene.
“Isn’t it a little early for this?” Alex tried, not very hard.
“Don’t care,” Wade growled, voice even lower now, a sound Alex felt all the way down his back.
Yeah. That worked for Alex.
He let Wade manhandle him, not resisting as his mate hooked his fingers into Alex’s pajama pants and yanked them down. The cool morning air hit his ass, but within seconds, Wade’s cock was pressed right back where it belonged.
Alex’s cock strained in Wade’s grip. Morning wood was supposed to be embarrassing, but now he just wanted to see what Wade would do with it.
Judging by the roughness in the guy’s movements, he intended to do a lot.
“Better get you ready,” Wade muttered, sitting up enough to reach over to the drawer. Alex didn’t even pretend not to watch as Wade fished out the lube. He just waited, sprawled naked on his side, daring Wade to give up and go feral.
The guy didn’t need much encouragement.
Cold lube spattered across Alex’s hole. He flinched, but Wade’s fingers immediately warmed it, rubbing the slick into him with slow, possessive circles.
First one finger then two. Wade was in no hurry, stretching Alex out with methodical patience.
Maybe too much patience.
Alex tried to rock back onto those fingers, but Wade just laughed, low and dirty, and held him in place. Alex was pinned, which was apparently his new favorite thing.
“Impatient little bunny.”
“Blame genetics,” Alex snapped, but his voice cracked when Wade’s fingers twisted inside him, searching for the spot—
There. Fuck.
Emotion—not the fluffy kind but the raw and biting kind, like wanting to cry and laugh and never let go—all tangled up with the pleasure flooding through him. The bite of Wade’s teeth on his shoulder. Fingers bruising his hips. The knowledge that, after this, they would be bound forever.
Wade worked him open, three fingers now, no longer gentle. No hint of hesitation, just that same relentless, hungry drive that had Alex jerking and gasping with every push.
