The heat spreads across my chest and down my legs. I’m leaking already, just from the thought of what’s coming. But this isn’t only lust. It’s trust, too. He’s opened up to me. About his family. His struggles. It’s clearer than ever. He’s my mate. My everything.
I press my hands to him, tracing his chest, feeling the warmth, the softness of his fuzzy stomach. Every touch iselectric. I want to memorize every inch of him before we go further. This is Sean, and I want him to feel cherished, adored, worshiped.
He’s lying on my torso, and gods, he’s perfect. I can only see the back of his head, that thick blond hair, but he’s kissing right below my stomach, following the tiny trail that leads to my cock. I’m playing with his ass, kneading, spreading. His hole is open from my tongue, so damn beautiful.
And then his lips softly brush the head of my dick.
“Fuck, Sean.”
My hips remain steady, but I’m so desperate for him to do more. Breathe, Greg. Breathe.
He’s holding me now, rubbing the tip against his cheek. His wet lips. I grasp onto his hips, and he shivers.
“I’ve got you,” I say, letting him know he can relax, that he’s safe with me.
And then, perhaps spurred on by my words, he takes my cock into his mouth. Not all of it. He’s got to ease his way down.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” I warn, but he just pulls back, gasping.
“Fuck… your cock is massive.”
My stomach drops. Am I too much for my mate?
“I’m sorry, I?—”
“No. It’s fucking perfect. I want every inch of it.”
Before I can stop him, he swallows me deeper, greedily, like he’s starving for it. For me. The heat, the wetness, the desperate sucking—every nerve in me screams. I’m dripping, leaking inside his mouth now, andhe doesn’t even flinch, just keeps taking me, making my toes curl.
My palms grip his cheeks, the soft fuzz tormenting my fingers as I push and pry. I circle his hole until he bucks against me—taking the hint, I slip my thumb in, slow and deliberate. Good thing my nails are trimmed; I’d hate to leave a mark… yet.
“Now, be a good boy, and suck my cock while I get you nice and ready to be fucked.”
Sean groans around me, hot and needy, and my dick throbs in his mouth. He’s so desperate. For this. For me. Every sloppy, wet slide of his tongue drives me harder, and I can tell he’s already lost in it—lost in me.
And then, just when I think I might lose myself entirely, Sean’s hand slides lower, massaging my horn, and my whole body catches fire. Every nerve, every pulse, screams for more.
“Fuck, Sean. Fuck… you’re such a good boy.”
But he doesn’t stop. He pulls back, spits in his hand, and then dives right back, sucking me like he’s starving for it while his fingers tease my hole.
I’m on the edge of losing it—his mouth, his touch, his insistence—it’s too much. I’ve never had anyone touch me like this. Ever. My chest pounds, my legs shake, and I feel exposed in the best possible way. My mate is worshipping me, demanding me, and I can’t imagine ever wanting anything else.
And then I realize—I don’t know how long I can hold out before we’re completely each other’s.
He teases my butt in ways I didn’t even know Iwanted. I’m so glad I took those few extra minutes in the bathroom to make sure I was squeaky clean. My father always says to be prepared. I can feel his focus, his care. He’s learning me as I’m learning him. Every gasp, every tremor, every whisper sends waves through me.
I can’t help but marvel at Sean. I want to show him how much he matters, how much I need him, even as I lose myself in the sensation.
I look down at him, swallowing hard. “Sean. Can I…? Can I fuck you?” I ask, my voice low and urgent. “You seem… ready.”
He turns back, smiles, eyes shining as he nods. He grabs the lube from his bedside table, carefully preparing us both. The intimacy, the care he takes, makes my chest tighten. I can’t resist kissing him as he slathers me up—over and over, memorizing his taste, the feel of his lips against mine.
When I think he’s done, he leans into my ear and whispers, “Lift your hips for me, please.”
Without hesitation, I do as he says, and he’s applying the slick substance to my hole. He slides a finger in, then two, and every nerve in my body sparks. Sure I’ve played with my ass before, but nobody’s ever done this to me. It’s like a new door I didn’t even know existed has opened, and it’s Sean who’s guiding me through it. I’m not sure what he’s got planned, but I don’t care. With him, I’m game.
When he’s done, he places the tube on the bed and straddles my hips. His dick points right at me, and I reach down and give him a few strokes.
