“Well played, Dorshkah,” Timalah says back, always so humble even when he loses. It’s one of the many things I love and adore about him. “It seems I’ve been caught. What do you plan to do with your victory?”
“I think we both know the answer to that,” I say, letting go of Timalah so he can turn around. I shove into his space once he’s facing me, crowding him against the tree. With one hand gripped against his hips, keeping him pinned to the tree and the other cupping his cheek, I kiss him.
Timalah hums against my lips before he’s opening his mouth, our tongues meeting. There’s something so primal and sexy about playing this game with Timalah. We take turns being the chaser, trying to find the other in this jungle. Sometimes I trip up and Timalah catches me easily. Another time I spent almost an hour running through these trees, only catching glimpses of a certain blue tail. But at the end of the day, our game always ends the same. One of us pinned against a tree or in the dirt while the other is in charge. So really, is there truly a winner and aloser?Because in my book, this is a win for both of us every single time.
My tongue slides over his sharp fang and lust pools heavy in my belly, always loving the feeling of them against my lips, my tongue, my skin. I’m not sure there’s a single thing about my mate that I don’t love and find sexy as hell. My hands tighten even further before they’re sliding under Timalah’s shirt,running over his tight stomach and feeling the muscles flutter as we kiss. God, I want him so bad.
“Miles,” Timalah murmurs when we break apart and that one little word lets me know just how much Timalah wants me, how he’s just as turned on as I am. I tilt my head to the side, letting Timalah’s mouth roam over the sensitive skin. He loves being able to leave marks behind, branding me as his. I love it too, love the feel of his wet, scorching hot mouth nipping and sucking until I’m marked for days afterward.
I’m consumed by how much I love this, how much I need it. But as nice as this is, I want more. I can never get enough. “Timalah. Fuck,” I gasps out at a particularly sharp bite. “Want you, Timalah. Turn around. Please, baby.”
Timalah’s pupils dilate at my words and he quickly turns around, pulling his pants down just below the swell of his ass. He leans his chest against the tree, leaving himself spread and open for me. Fuck, he’s the picture of desperation and I wish I was an artist so I could capture this moment forever, knowing mere memory will never do it justice.
I knead his cheeks, just so I can hear Timalah let out a noise of impatience. It’s not often I get to be on this side of things, the one teasing and in charge. Before he can turn around and yell at me, I’m pulling his cheeks apart, letting my thumb brush over his wet hole.
“Don’t tease,” Timalah says, looking over his shoulder at me with a scowl. I lean against his back in order to kiss his lips, distracting him for a moment. He rides his hips back against me, grinding his backside against my still clothed cock. With my tongue still in his mouth, I give him what he wants, pushing a finger into his hole. He’s so wet and hot around me, greedily taking my finger in.
“If you want more so bad, then give it to yourself, Timalah,” I say against his lips before nipping at his bottom lip.
“Fine,” he says with a huff that we both know is just for show. He’s loving this just as much as I am.
I smile as I feel his tail circle his hole alongside my finger. He pushes it in slowly, moaning when he feels us both inside of him. “That’s it,” I whisper, fucking him slowly with my finger as his tail does the same. “That’s perfect.”
“Not perfect,” he murmurs. “Your cock would be better.”
“Okay, okay. Needy today, aren’t we?”
Timalah groans as I pull my finger free. “I’m needy becausesomeonewould rather do a chase instead of enjoying a lazy morning in bed.”
I lean my head between Timalah’s shoulder blades, smiling against his still sweaty skin. “It was worth it,” I tell him before I’m pulling my shorts down enough for my cock to spring free. I run the tip over Timalah’s wet hole, teasing him a little longer just because I can.
“I’ll let you know once you finally--” I cut him off by finally putting my dick where he so desperately wants it. His voice cuts off with a groan.
“You were saying?”
“Yes. Keep doing that. So worth it.”
I can’t stop myself from snorting as I bottom out. I dig my teeth into the meat of Timalah’s shoulder as I wait for him to adjust. Once he starts to swivel his hips, silently begging for me to move I pull almost all the way out before shoving back in. I do that over and over, long, smooth movements, leaving us both panting with pleasure.
“God, you feel amazing,” I say, sliding my hands around Timalah, holding one against his belly, the other coming to cup his throat, just wanting to hold him in my arms and have him as close as possible as I fuck into him, overwhelmed with the way he makes me feel.
“You too,” he says back. “Keep going, Miles.”
And I’ve never been able to deny Timalah anything, especially not when he’s asking so nicely. My hips pick up speed, the only sounds I can hear are the insects around us, our heavy breathing, and the slapping of our bodies coming together.
Timalah’s tail wraps around my body, the tip of his tail finding its way between my cheeks and I shiver, always loving the feel of it inside me. The duel sensation of being penetrated while also being inside of Timalah is overwhelming and it steals my breath. That talented appendage wiggles its way inside of me, finding my prostate and rubbing over it with pinpoint accuracy. My knees grow weak and I hold onto Timalah to keep from falling.
“Oh my god,” I gasp out, my hips picking up speed, driving us both higher. Timalah digs his fingers into the bark of the tree as I fuck into him, the sounds of pleasure leaving Timalah’s throat are driving me wild. The hand on his throat slides higher, gently running over his soft lips. He opens his mouth and two of my fingers enter his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. He sucks on them greedily, moaning around the intrusion.
“Fuck. You’re so sexy. I can’t get enough of you, Timalah.”
“You have me,” he mumbles around my fingers, his tongue flicking between the digits, making my cock throb inside of him. He runs his fangs over my fingers and I’m completely lost in the waves of pleasure we’re passing back and forth. “You have all of me.”
I pepper kisses against Timalah’s shoulder as I fuck him, my hips driving into him faster and faster as I chase my pleasure. But then I feel Timalah’s body tense up and I pause. He raises his head, looking around.
“Wait,” he whispers silently inside of my head, using the telepathic bond we share. “There’s someone walking.”
I go completely still with my cock completely buried inside Timalah’s ass, listening carefully. I pull my fingers from between Timalah’s lips, digging my fingers into his hips instead as wewait. I pick up on someone’s footsteps as they walk through the trees, completely unaware that they’re not the only one out enjoying the nice day.
