Date Night In
Plan B started off much more successfully. Vaughn woke up early and kissed his way down Sam’s back. He could never get enough of his mate, but there was something about Sam like this he especially loved. Sleepy and warm, so responsive, even as he came awake under Vaughn’s touch.
“Mmm. Whatcha doin?”
“Making love to my mate,” Vaughn whispered in reply.
“Nice,” Sam said. “Keep up the good work.”
Vaughn grinned and kissed his way back up. Sam turned his head and their lips met in a sweet kiss.
“Kids still asleep?” Sam asked as he rolled over and began running his hands down Vaughn’s chest. He paused at the waistband of Vaughn’s boxers and waited for an answer.
Vaughn tipped his head to the side and focused. “Yep. We better be quick, though.”
“You just want to get to the good parts.”
Vaughn grinned and nipped his favorite spot on Sam’s neck. “They’re all good parts.”
“You’ve got one part I’m particularly fond of,” Sam said as he arched his neck a bit further.
“Yeah, which one is that?”
Sam huffed instead of responding and reached blindly for the bedside table.
Vaughn couldn’t help but grin as he pushed away and opened the drawer. He grabbed their lube and opened the top as Sam wiggled his way out of his boxers. They’d learned over the past few months that they had to be fast. When they wanted slow, they had to let the kids have a sleepover with Vaughn’s parents. Sam was too traumatized at the idea of them hearing him otherwise.
Vaughn slipped his fingers between Sam’s legs and traced his hole carefully. He still couldn’t believe how perfect Sam was for him. They fit together like they were made for each other. He slid one finger inside and Sam grabbed his other hand, squeezing it tight. He’d bit his lip to keep from making his sweet noises. Vaughn pushed another finger inside and stretched him out.
“Hurry,” Sam whispered.
“Shh. We’ve got time.”
Damn. He shouldn’t have said that. He tipped his head to the side once more but didn’t hear any rustling from upstairs. He quickly added another finger, though. He’d definitely tempted fate with that remark.
“Come on,” Sam griped.
Vaughn pushed his boxers down and freed his cock. He added another squirt of lube to it, slicking it up as he moved closer and pressed the tip against Sam’s hole. He slid inside and Sam grabbed both of his arms as he leaned forward and braced his hands beside Sam’s head.
“Fuck. I love it when you do that.”
“I love it when you let me.”
Sam grinned even as Vaughn pushed forward and seated himself fully inside his mate’s body. He lowered himself to his elbows, allowing them to be pressed together. Sam wrapped his legs around Vaughn’s hips and breathed as his body welcomed the intrusion.
“I love you,” Sam groaned. He arched his head to the side again as Vaughn began thrusting. Vaughn buried his face in Sam’s neck, his mouth unerringly finding the spot where he’d marked Sam as his. The scar was tiny, barely there, but Vaughn could always find it. It was his spot and his alone.
He pounded into Sam, and his mate began to make little sounds of pleasure. He’d learned how to push Sam over the edge fast. He adjusted his position, and Sam squeezed his legs as he pegged his gland. He reached between them for Sam’s cock and squeezed, stroking it hard and fast to match the rhythm of his hips.
It didn’t take long for Sam to cover his mouth with his hand, muffling the cries of pleasure he made as he came. Vaughn followed soon after, never able to resist the pleasure of his mate’s body spasming around his, milking him dry. He collapsed onto Sam, both of them heaving for breath.
“I love you, too,” Vaughn mumbled into Sam’s neck. He kissed the spot once more. “You need to go shower. You’ve got a big day.”
“I want to bask in the afterglow.”
Vaughn grinned and moved to this side. Sam grimaced when his come began to slip out of his body. Their sheets were going to be a mess again. Vaughn curled around Sam and had just gotten comfortable when he heard it. The pitter patter of little feet.
“Incoming,” Vaughn whispered.