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Peter felt his hands tremble even as he guided his sailboat through the waves. Keeping a sharp eye on everything around them, he made certain to keep away from any possible obstructions. Finally, Peter had his boat tucked around the corner of the outcroppings Pisces indicated, shielding them from view, and he furled the sails and dropped the anchor.
With a wave of anticipation flooding him, Peter turned toward Pisces. His lover had already spread several towels over the boat’s decking. He’d even pulled a throwable rescue cushion onto the floor as a makeshift pillow.
Pisces had also ditched the towel. He stood watching Peter, his hand gripped around his erection. Jacking himself slowly, Pisces stared at him with heat burning in his eyes.
“Ready to be mine, Peter?” Pisces asked on a growl.
Feeling his own prick twitch in his shorts, Peter replied, “I thought I already was yours.”
Grinning widely, Pisces claimed, “You are, but that doesn’t mean I don’t long for you to wear my mark for all the world to see.” His gaze slid to Peter’s shoulder, and he licked his lips. “And our life-threads will be connected. Mine to yours, and yours to mine. One in all ways.”
Peter’s anticipation ramped up, and he sidled closer to his waiting lover. “I’m looking forward to it,” he admitted. Reaching down, Peter gently batted Pisces’s hand away from his cock. “And that means.” He wrapped his fingers around his shifter’s erection and gave it a light stroke. “This is mine.”
Pisces groaned deeply, and his hips bucked. “Yesssss,” he hissed, bringing his hands up to grip Peter’s upper arms. “Your touch is so damn good.”
“I bet this will be better,” Peter claimed before sinking to his knees.
Unable to wait an instant longer, Peter opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around Pisces’s wide head. As Pisces moaned Peter’s name, he groaned his own pleasure upon experiencing his first taste of the shifter. His lover’s cock was thick and heavy on his tongue with a deep, robust flavor. Sinking deeper, Peter took him as far as he could go before needing to back off. He’d never blown anyone as long as Pisces, and he knew he would need to work up to it.
I’ll damn sure enjoy the practice, though.
Peter peered up at Pisces when he felt his lover slide his fingers into his hair. His lover stared down at him with undeniable need etched across his handsome features. Smiling around Pisces’s tasty flesh, Peter moved one hand to the base of his lover’s cock and squeezed.
Pisces’s nostrils flared, and he sucked in a sharp breath. He gave an experimental thrust. When Peter hummed appreciatively, Pisces took that as the permission it was.
Tightening his grip on Peter’s head, Pisces began a series of swift, sharp ruts. His breathing sped up, his lips parted, and he panted heavily. His chest heaved, flushing dark. Pisces’s eyes dilated widely as he obviously chased his pleasure, fucking Peter’s mouth almost mindlessly.
Wanting to taste Pisces’s seed so badly, Peter moved his second hand from his lover’s thigh to his testicles. He gently cradled the heavy orbs, earning a barking groan from Pisces’s throat. When he squeezed lightly, Pisces appeared to vibrate.
Then Peter felt it. Pisces’s balls lifted from his palm, drawing tight. Peter hummed, sucking hard, offering every bit of stimulation he could.
Pisces tipped back his head and roared while thrusting one last time. His body shook as he sank as deep as Peter’s hand on his base would allow. Thick bursts of cum flooded Peter’s mouth, landing on his tongue.
Peter swallowed, sucked, and swallowed some more. His shifter’s seed tasted better than anything he could ever remember. He’d always enjoyed sucking cock, and Peter knew that blowing Pisces would soon become one of his favorite past times.
Oh, yeah.
As soon as Pisces stopped spurting, he jerked back, yanking his prick from Peter’s mouth. His dick still appeared hard and was even twitching at his groin. Seed continued to dribble from his slit.
Pisces didn’t give Peter a chance to lick him clean. Instead, he sank to his knees and pounced. Grabbing the sides of Peter’s tank top, Pisces growled and pulled.
The sound of fabric tearing filled the air, Pisces rending it from Peter’s body. The obvious, feral need emanating from his shifter sent Peter’s pulse soaring. He stared at the pieces of his shirt in shock, even as his balls tingled at the feral display.
“Holy shit,” Peter whispered.
“Need you,” Pisces rumbled, pushing Peter back onto the towels. He grabbed the waistband of Peter’s board shorts and began tugging them down his legs, and Peter lifted his hips accommodatingly. Pisces growled as he quickly stripped Peter of his clothes, saying, “Need you now, my mate.”
“Yes, Pisces.” Peter spread his legs invitingly. He lifted his arms, reaching for his shifter. “Take me. I’m yours.”
With a groan, Pisces sank down on top of him, nestling between his thighs. He pressed his still-hard cock against Peter’s, sending delicious tingles through Peter’s groin. Bracketing Peter’s head with his hands, Pisces latched onto Peter’s lips, taking his mouth in a kiss that ravished and claimed.
Peter moaned and shuddered, more than on board for the ride.
* * * *
Pisces felt out of control in the best way possible. His mate lay supple and welcoming beneath him. He felt Peter wrap his legs around his waist, clutching him close. His mate fed him moans of pleasure as he writhed against Pisces.
The sounds and sensations were quickly going to Pisces’s head, and even though he’d just enjoyed one of the best fucking releases of his life, he remained hard and ready, needing inside his mate.
