Even with everything he’d witnessed so far, Seb had separated the two facts and not equated Tim with the primal version of a shifter. Up until that moment, he’d never pictured him as half-shifted and dangerous, or as a full wolf. It just hadn’t seemed possible. But now… now he could see it.
He glanced to the side, not surprised to see long, sharp claws buried deep into the mattress.Probably have to replace that.
Such an unhelpful thought, but his mind was all over the place. Still, his cock was as hard as ever, and when Tim licked at the edges of his canines, Seb had to reach down and rub himself to ease the ache.
Tim didn’t miss it, either. “Give me a minute.”
He closed his eyes, breathing deeply until he shuddered and his shoulders sagged.
Seb watched, fascinated, as Tim’s teeth returned to normal and his claws disappeared.
But when Tim met his gaze again, the wildness was still there, and Seb liked it. It made him want to be reckless, to push Tim as close to the edge as he could without tipping him over.
That thought should probably scare him more than it did.
Seb had his hands flat to the bed. Tim looked at them, then back to Seb’s face. “Unless you want to stop? I’d understand—”
“No.” Seb shook his head. He took hold of Tim’s hand and placed it on the prominent bulge in his pyjama bottoms. “I definitely do not want to stop.”
Tim’s smile started slowly, but grew wide as he stroked Seb’s length, drawing a low moan out of him. “So I see.”
Seb had a feeling they’d be talking about this some more later, but right then Tim curled his finger in the waistband of Seb’s bottoms and underwear, then pulled them off him. Seb took care of his T-shirt, tossing it onto the floor somewhere; he lay back and watched as Tim undressed. It was a sight he wouldn’t tire of any time soon—broad shoulders, slim hips, toned muscle on display wherever his gaze landed. The dark happy trail drew his focus to where Tim’s cock jutted out, thick and hard.
Tim stroked himself once, twice, and Seb licked his lips imagining it sliding into his mouth.
Tim’s soft chuckle snapped his gaze up. “Keep looking at me like that and it’ll be all over before I get anywhere near you.”
Seb grinned back at him. “We can’t have that, can we?”
“No.” Tim crawled up the bed, taking care to help move Seb’s cast to the side, out of the way as Seb spread his legs wide. He really couldn’t wait to get that thing off.
Lying back on the pillows, fully expecting Tim to come up for a kiss, Seb cried out, at the first swipe of Tim’s tongue on the head of his cock. “Oh fuck.”
The bottom sheet bunched under Seb’s fingers, the tears from Tim’s claws widening as he pulled.
Wet warmth enveloped him as Tim sucked him deep, the stroke of his tongue driving him wild. Blindly groping under the spare pillow next to him, Seb searched around until he found the lube he’d shoved under there that afternoon, when wanking had briefly crossed his mind. Now it seemed like excellent forward planning.
“Here.” He shoved it towards Tim. “You don’t need condoms, right?” Of course, Seb always played safe with humans, but one of the pluses with shifters was that you could go without.
Tim hummed what sounded like a no.
The vibrations around Seb’s cock made his toes curl. “Good.” He pushed up a little, not wanting to thrust hard but helpless to stop his hips chasing the heat of Tim’s mouth. “Fuck me,” he whispered, voice strained. “Come on.”
With his eyes shut tight, he listened to Tim grab the lube and snap it open, felt the slick slide of fingers over his hole, teasing around the rim, back and forth so many times he ached with the need to have them inside. Finally, Tim put him out of his misery; two fingers stretched him open and made him cry out.
By the time Tim pressed his cock inside, Seb was back to gripping the sheet again, clinging on for dear life. Pushing Seb’s good leg up towards him, Tim slowly bottomed out, resting for a second before reaching up and cupping Seb’s jaw.
“Hey.” He waited for Seb to open his eyes and meet his gaze. “You okay?”
“Mm-hmm”
“Your leg’s not—”
“’S fine!” Seb reached for him, grabbing hold of Tim’s shoulders and urging him to move. “I’m good. I swear.”
The first few thrusts were slow, steady, but as nice as it felt, it wasn’t…them. “Come on, Tim,” he whispered against his ear. “Fuck me like you want to. Like we both want to.”
As though it was the permission he’d been waiting for, Tim sat back a little, hooked Seb’s leg over his arm, and pushed into him hard.
