Alex’s hands flew to his mate’s hair, gripping tight as Wade took him deeper. The wet heat of his mouth was almost too much after the teasing.
He pulled off with an obscene pop. “Lube?”
“Same drawer as this morning.” Alex’s voice came out wrecked.
Wade stretched over him to reach the nightstand, giving Alex a perfect view of the bruises painting his torso. Purple and blue abstract art courtesy of demon lightning.
He wanted to hunt that demon down and obliterate him for marring his mate’s skin. Alex had never been so scared in his life, but not for himself. For his mate.
The cap clicked open. Cold lube dripped onto Alex’s hole, making him flinch. Wade’s finger followed immediately, rubbing slow circles before pressing inside.
“Still loose from earlier,” Wade murmured, adding a second finger without pause.
Alex bore down on the intrusion, wanting more. “Less commentary, more fucking.”
“Bossy bunny.” Wade scissored his fingers, stretching Alex open with methodical precision. A third finger joined, crooking to find that spot that made Alex see galaxies.
“There,” he gasped, back arching off the bed. “God, right there.”
Wade worked that spot mercilessly while his other hand stroked Alex’s cock in tandem. The dual sensation had Alex writhing, caught between pushing back on Wade’s fingers and thrusting up into his fist.
“Could watch you like this all day.” Wade added more lube.
“Could let you fuck me instead,” Alex countered, breathless.
Wade withdrew his fingers, leaving Alex empty and needy. The wet sound of Wade slicking his cock made Alex’s hole clench around nothing.
“How do you want it?” Wade asked, hands bracketing Alex’s hips.
Alex flipped onto his stomach, pushing up onto his hands and knees. “Like this.”
Wade’s palm pressed between his shoulder blades, pushing him down until his chest hit the mattress. The position left him exposed, ass in the air, face buried in the sheets.
“Perfect,” Wade murmured, lining up.
The blunt head of Wade’s cock pressed against Alex’s entrance then pushed inside with one smooth thrust. Alex’s mouth fell open in a silent cry, the stretch burning in the best way.
Wade didn't wait for him to adjust, pulling out and slamming back in. The force drove Alex forward, hands scrambling for purchase on the sheets.
“Too much?” Wade asked, not slowing down.
“Perfect.” Alex echoed Wade’s earlier assessment.
Wade’s grip on his hips tightened, fingers digging into soft flesh as he set a punishing rhythm. Each thrust nailed Alex’s prostate, sending sparks through his nervous system.
The slap of skin against skin filled the room, punctuated by Alex’s gasps and Wade’s grunts. Sweat dripped down Alex’s back, making everything slick and messy.
Wade’s hand tangled in Alex’s hair, pulling his head back. The position change drove Wade’s cock deeper, hitting spots that made Alex’s vision blur.
“Touch yourself,” Wade commanded, voice rough.
Alex’s hand flew to his cock, stroking it in time with Wade’s thrusts. Precum leaked steadily, easing the slide.
“Close,” Alex warned, feeling the familiar tightness building at the base of his spine.
Wade’s rhythm faltered, becoming erratic. His free hand reached around to join Alex’s on his cock, their fingers interlacing.
“Same,” Wade growled.
