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When I glanced back at Beau, my gaze caught, because he was giving me a sly look that could mean only one thing. “Archie is busy drinking cocoa with his Uncle Kaelum. Don’t you like my outfit?”
I reached out to snatch his hand, pulling him into my chest. He let out a little huff of breath, like I’d knocked the wind out of him, but his eyes were shining with joy. With excitement. He bit his plump pink lower lip and lowered his lashes, giving me his well-practiced coy look.
“We do have the whole afternoon for you to peel it off me, after all.”
My heart soared to see him this way. His previous hesitance was all but gone, and he rarely seemed worried to tell me what he wanted from me. Sometimes, even to make demands. It stiffened my cock just to think of him bossily telling me to strip, because he wanted me.
Instead of stripping the cute clothes off his body, I reached up under the skirt and tugged his underwear down, letting them fall and pool at his feet. “I have a better idea,” I told him, sharing in his wicked smile.
“Do you?” he purred, reaching out to lay a brazen palm over my cock, through the breeches that separated us. It twitched under his attention, filling out even more than the outfit alone had managed, so he gave it a squeeze. “I do like your ideas.”
He pressed up against the front of me, working the laces of my breeches, hampering himself with his need to be so close, but not seeming to care overly.
How could I do anything but give him what he wanted? What we both wanted. I let him fumble with my clothes, instead licking my first two fingers to wet them, and then reaching around to dip my hand beneath his skirt. He obligingly spread his legs, wrapping one around my own, baring his perfect little hole to my questing hands.
I dipped the first finger in, a tease, and he hissed at the feeling of being breached, tightening his leg around me and redoubling his efforts with my laces. My greedy little mate. Fingers would only do for a moment—he wanted everything.
Still, I persisted with the first finger, only teasing the second on his rim, though it was ready for me. He was always ready for me to open him up and fill him with my cock.
He let out a whimper and ground his teeth, hissing at the laces as though they’d wronged him. “Need a pair of scissors,” he muttered, but a moment later, he managed his task as my trousers loosened enough for him to reach in and grab his prize.
I responded by sliding the second finger into him, and he slowed his movements, whining against my chest. “Voriaaaan,” he groaned, “stop distracting me. Want your cock.”
I leaned down to kiss him on the head. “All you ever need is to ask for what you want, my love.” I slipped my fingers out of him, using both hands to hoist him up so he could wrap his legs around me, then freed one to guide my cock to his perfect little hole.
“Wall,” he murmured. “Need you to push me against a wall.”
He didn’t want the violence of being shoved, of course, but the position—the leverage and ability to push back when I pushed inside him. Not that I’d have denied him regardless of what he wanted.
I walked us to the frame of the arch that led out to the enormous terrace. He loved it, feeling the breeze of the jungle on his skin as I thrust him against the wall, and then into his tight, hot, perfect body.
He no longer tried to swallow down his cries, moaning aloud, throwing his head back and letting his mouth fall open as I seated myself fully inside him. We’d been fucking forever, and not nearly long enough, and every time, he was perfect. Sweet and warm and welcoming. He never failed to make me want him, with his soft moans and grasping hands, and always the perfect words.
“So good, Vorian. So good to me. Love you so much.”
I pulled back and thrust in again, then again, and then his words were lost entirely in the rhythm of our bodies. He tightened his legs, thrusting back against me with all his strength, wanting every inch of my cock, every thrust and every slap of skin against skin.
It was exquisite, watching his perfect pink lips hang open, unable to do anything but whine at the sensation of my cock, filling him to the brim. It was perfect, that mouth. I reached up and slipped my fingers into his mouth, and he automatically sucked them in. The same way he sucked my cock down some nights, moaning around it like the filthiest fantasy I’d never had in my wildest dreams.
Perfect. He was perfect. Life was perfect.
His mouth fell open once again and his thrusts against me started to go a bit wild, his own tempo instead of the one I was setting with my cock. His whine turned into a groan, and almost a shout as he came, his cock spurting between us with no touch but his own thrusts, pressing it into my belly.
I reached between us, capturing his translucent spend on my fingers, and licking them clean. His groan at that was less ecstatic and more frustrated. “You can’t do that right after I come, Vorian. Makes my cock want to try again, and I can’t yet.”
I leaned forward and kissed him, the taste of him on my tongue, and he kissed me without hesitation, as he always did. “When else could I do such a thing, my love?”
Pressing closer into him, I crushed him against the wall and thrust forward. He gave a strangled cry, and his cock gave a valiant twitch against my belly, letting loose one last weak spurt as I fucked him, hard and fast, racing to my own release. He whimpered my name, and this was where his sweet nothings turned filthy. “Yeah, Vorian, give it to me. All of it. Fill me up. Fuck me full of you.”
What man could stand against such an onslaught? I curled into him and trembled, tremors working their way through my body as the sun flowed through my veins. I stilled against him as my cock jerked and spent, filling him up just as he’d demanded, so full that it dripped out, running down his perfect ass and onto his thighs.
He panted against me. “Yeah, pretty sure this is what the holiday season is supposed to be about.”
I took my weight off him, careful to be sure I wasn’t crushing him, then leaned my forehead against his. “Sex?”
He giggled and shook his head. “No. No, it’s, ah, supposed to be about giving. Sharing. Loving others. Peace.”
“I will give you anything, my love. Anything you desire.”
