Page 105 of Something Handsome This Way Comes

“Such a needy mate. Begging this much already.”

“Sh—shut up,” he said, still rocking his hips, still working Grievance in all the way, until he was in up to the knuckle. “Trying… not to think about… how big your cock is right now. Your finger is already… a lot.”

Grievance’s cock pulsed beneath Milo, as though responding to his mate’s call. Milo groaned as it slapped up against his sack.

“Mmm, can’t wait to bury it in this hole,” Grievance growled, rotating his finger until Milo shuddered on his lap.

He rotated in a few more circles, going one way, then switching to the other, before he withdrew, enjoying the way Milo seemed reluctant to lift off his hand.

“You’ll be raw if we don’t use lube.”

And to be honest, Grievance wasn’t so sure he’d be in a state of mind to remember to get it once his cock was buried in his mate.

Milo nodded, then stood on shaky legs, crossing the room and rifling through the desk drawer before turning with a long, thin tube of gel.

Grievance coated his hand generously, but before Milo could settle back onto his lap, he lifted a hand, stopping him.

“No. On the floor. Turn around.”

Milo did, going down to his knees, never breaking eye contact.

“Such an obedient witch,” Grievance purred.

He knelt on the carpet just behind his mate. Milo leaned back into him, chin tilted up, hand brushing the edge of Grievance’s rounded wild-dog ear.

“I like these. They’re cute.”

“All the better to hear your moans with, my dear.”

Milo laughed, and Grievance kissed him slowly. Reverently, before pushing between his shoulders, coaxing Milo onto his elbows. Grievance had to grip the base of his cock and squeeze hard to keep from coming at the sight of his mate like this. On all fours. Bent and ready to accept him.

He positioned himself, knees on the soft rug, as the fire crackled beside them, offering the perfect ambiance, the perfect harmony to ragged breaths and needy whimpers. He rubbed his hand until it dripped with the soothing gel and went back into his mate’s ass, pushing inside with his middle and ring finger.

Milo groaned, breathing hard, head resting on the rug as his eyes went in and out of focus.

“Are you ready for three?” Grievance asked, and fuck, he needed Milo to be ready. Needed his body to hurry and surrender, to be ready to take Grievance’s aching shaft. A shaft that kept pulsing, precum dripping onto the floor.

In answer, Milo looked back, eyes set hard with determination. Without words, he used one hand to reach back, grabbing hold of his own ass, and opening himself wider.

“Fuuuuck~” Grievance groaned as he pushed in another finger. He was three deep now. Working Milo open in earnest. Pumping harder, faster, twisting his wrist back and forth until Milo’s little hole could take him from any angle.

His rim was so soft. So pliant.

Grievance couldn’t wait a second longer.

“I think you’re ready for me.” Grievance lifted himself and moved into position. His breaths were too fast. His body too eager.

He was out of control; he could feel it. A foreign sensation driving his movements, his thoughts, his lust. Someone should stop him. Tell him to calm down. But by the wrecked look in his mate’s eyes, Grievance knew that neither of them was in the state of mind to stop this. All they could do was ride it through to the end.

“Yes~” Milo moaned, eyes glossed over, his own cock hard and aching as it hung prettily in front of his sack.

“I’m going to mount you now.”

“Yes. Mount me. Fill me up.”

Grievance pressed the swollen tip of his cock to Milo’s hole, not entering, just feeling the way those pink ridges glided against his tip. Kava cocks were more pointed at the end, and he relished the sight of that pointed tip as he poked and teased his mate.

“Nnnng hurry,” Milo moaned.