“Help me get this off.” Race tugged at his robe, so Connal raised up and let Race pull it off him.
Once he was naked, Race nudged him back against the pillows. “Let me do the work, okay?”
Con scoffed. “Like I’m gonna argue with that.”
Race gave him a bright grin. “I didn’t think you would.” He reached down to grasp Con’s cock, circling his hand around the base and tugging gently.
The move made his toes curl, and Connal lifted his hips a little, experimenting with how his body felt.
Race planted his other hand on Connal’s belly. “I told you, let me do the doing.”
“So bossy. Your hand is so hot, too. It feels really good. I love that. I love hands on dicks. It’s a really strange thing, but it’s kind of wildly good. Mouth on dicks is even weirder, because who thought of that? I don’t know who came up with that, but it’s fucking amazing.”
Race’s eyebrow arched, but he stayed calm and hyper-focused on him, letting him babble.
Con felt his cheeks heat. “Sorry, that’s not sexy is it?”
“Define sexy. I think it’s pretty adorable.” Race bent down to kiss his chin then his lips. “But now I want you to focus on the feel of my hand and what it’s doing.” Race stroked up then pushed back down and his cock hardened immediately in that firm grip.
That touch moved over his shaft, nice and steady, keeping him buzzing and focused, just like he needed to be.
Connal licked his lips and watched Race touch him. “Right, focus. That feels fucking amazing.”
Nodding, Race slid down a little more between his legs. “It’s going to make you feel even better too.”
“A-are you? I like to hear that.” His mouth went a little dry, watching Race move down his body, feeling the promises his bear was making.
“You know it, baby. I have your number now. You keep looking at my mouth, so I’m going to give it to you.” Race licked his lips again, the sound filthy in his ears, and then Race bent to kiss the tip of his cock.
Connal rocked up trying to get more of those hot lips, wanting Race to use his tongue too, but Race stopped him, just pressing another little sucking kiss right under the head.
“You’re teasing me,” he accused.
Race shook his head. “No, teasing means I don’t put out. I guarantee you, I put out.” Then Race cupped his balls, rolling them gently in his palm. “I just want to make you feel good. I want to make you crazy for me, Connal. I want you to rest after this, too, so I want you to come hard enough to put you to sleep.”
He heard himself laugh out loud. “You could just tranq me.”
“Yeah, except this is way more fun.”
When Race did drop those lips over his cock and slide down as far as he could, Con shouted, bringing up his good hand to bury it in Race’s hair.
He had been waiting for this forever, he thought. Maybe longer. It was absolutely unbearable, the urge to just hump up and up and take Race’s mouth.
Take whatever you want, Race told him.I’m ready. You’re not gonna hurt me.
You’re right. I’m not. I’m going to let you take this at your pace as well. I’m not gonna choke you out.
Those dark eyes flashed up to meet his.You have a great opinion of your attributes, don’t you?
I do. I have a nice, fat, thick cock, and you make me hungry.
You don’t mean for lasagna either, do you?Race went all the way down as far as he could this time, his lips meeting his hand. The motion made Connal’s toes curl and made his belly clench tight.
He was soaring, his growl caught deep in his belly, his eyes crossed. Race’s mouth was perfection, but more than that, the sheer pleasure of his bear’s hunger flowed into him, making his ball sac draw up.
He grunted when Race sucked him deep, swallowing against the head of his cock, and that was all he could take. He came like a ton of bricks, just like Race wanted him to.
Connal panted as he shot, his body rocking with spasms as he filled Race’s mouth.
