Page 29 of Something Handsome This Way Comes

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.

Grievance gripped Milo’s cheek with one hand, and with the other, guided his cock to that glossy hole. He pushed, feeling the resistance, feeling Milo’s body fight against him, against the intrusion seeking entry.

He felt his little mate hold his breath.

Grievance thrust forward with his hips, the pressure building until— it gave, and Grievance slipped inside.

Milo let out a loud, open-mouthed groan as Grievance breached him. The Chimera hissed as his cock was squeezed to within an inch of orgasm.

“So—tight,” Grievance grunted, holding still to give Milo a moment to adjust. When Milo resumed breathing, he pushed a little more, sinking deeper. Milo’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as his body took more and more of the Kava cock.

Grievance’s hips leaned closer as his cock sank deeper into his mate, joining their bodies. When he reached his knot, he paused.

Milo was a gasping, panting mess on the floor. Sweat beaded on his forehead and down his back. Grievance ran his clawed hand down his mate’s spine in a soothing motion.

“You’re doing so well. So good, my beloved mate. I’m so pleased.”

“Is—is it in?” Milo asked, his voice barely audible.

“Almost.”

“Fuck,” Milo said, hand gripping the rug’s fibers, as though for strength.

“I wish you could see how good you’re taking me. Your hole is stretched so prettily over my cock. It’s pink and perfect.” Grievance reached to touch that point where their bodies met, earning a long moan and a hiss from his mate.