They kissed, and it was just as desperate and all-consuming as every other time. He’d never get enough of this, never get tired of having Seb in his arms, and the thought that he might soon have to give this up made him slip his hands under Seb’s shoulders and hold on tight.
With each scrape of Seb’s stubble over his skin, Tim pictured the red mark it would leave behind. The redness wouldn’t last long, fading after a few seconds, but for the moments before that, Tim would be marked as Seb’s. A jolt of excitement raced through him and he bucked his hips hard, making Seb cling to him and moan loudly.
“Need to get off this sofa and naked.” Contrary to his words, Seb hooked his foot around Tim’s calf, slid his hands down to rest on his arse, and pulled him closer.
Tim chuckled against his lips. “You need to let go of me for that to happen.”
“I know,” Seb muttered, not showing any signs of moving. “But you feel so good.”
With the way Seb writhed against him, coupled with the heady scents filling the room, Tim wasn’t going to last much longer if they kept this up. And he wanted to take his time, make the most of whatever time they had together. Failing that, he at least wanted to get Seb naked as often as possible.
Decision made, he forced himself to sit up, ignoring Seb’s protests and grabbing hands. “Come on.”
Seb looked up at him, wearing a betrayed expression as though Tim was the worst. Tim grinned down at him, taking a moment to consider how to do what he wanted, then reached down and scooped Seb up as if he weighed nothing. Always wary of his ankle, Tim gently slung him over his shoulder and smacked his arse.
“Put me down,” Seb protested, but laughter followed his words as Tim carried him towards the bedroom.
“I’m going to.” After depositing him on the bed, Tim climbed on too, crawling up to lie alongside him. He reached for the waistband on Seb’s trackie bottoms. “Now get these off.”
Seb shimmied out of both them and his boxers, laughing when it all got caught up around his cast.
Tim stood to take off his work trousers and shirt, offering no help at all.
With one eyebrow raised, Seb stopped his struggling and glared up at him. “If you want this to go any further, you might want to give me a hand.”
Tim let his gaze wander up Seb’s legs, from where the material caught round his ankle to the pale hairs covering his thighs. His hard cock jutted out, brushing against his belly as he leaned forward to try and free his foot. He grinned. “I’d love to give you a hand.”
Seb rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide the accompanying smile. “Get down there and help.” He sat back on his elbows, then wrapped a hand around his dick, stroking it slowly. “Or I’ll just get myself off like this.”
Not that Tim was opposed to watching Seb wank, but right then he wanted to touch him all over and get his hands and mouth on him, not sit back and enjoy a show. He unzipped the lower part of Seb’s bottoms and gently eased them over his cast until they were free. Tossing them to one side, he glanced up to find Seb watching him, still lazily stroking his cock. Tim took a moment to appreciate the sight, desire burning low in his belly, each breath in fanning the flames. Slowly he crawled up the bed, his gaze fixed on Seb’s hand, tracking the movement until he got close enough to peel Seb’s fingers away and replace them with his mouth.
“Fuck.”
Seb moaned above him, the sound rough and needy, and Tim revelled in the knowledge he’d caused that. He sank down lower and lower, gripping the base of Seb’s cock to keep him steady, and ran his tongue along the shaft as he went. With Seb’s fingers tangled tightly in his hair, Tim eased off and then sucked him deep again, repeating the pattern as Seb shook and writhed beneath him.
The scent of sex filled the air, making Tim a little light-headed with the need to make Seb come. He drew back and sucked two fingers into his mouth, getting them good and wet. Glancing up, he caught Seb watching him, lip drawn between his teeth and eyes dark as he drew his legs up and spread his thighs. Tim kept eye contact as best he could as he took Seb back into his mouth and slid his spit-slick fingers towards Seb’s hole.
Seb’s grip tightened, his hold on Tim’s hair just this side of painful, and that felt so good, keeping him grounded. Tim focused on the sharp tug as he slowly pushed his fingers inside. Seb arched up immediately, thrusting into Tim’s mouth with a strangled cry.
The room filled with the sound of harsh breaths and soft moans as Tim sucked Seb’s cock and worked his prostate.
He closed his eyes for a second and let the sounds wash over him. His own dick throbbed where it lay trapped against the bed and he pressed down, searching for a little friction to ease the ache.
“Close,” Seb whispered. He let go of Tim’s hair and clutched at the bottom sheet, fingers curled into tight fists. Tim hummed around him, keeping a steady rhythm and not letting up until Seb’s whole body tensed and he came in a rush down Tim’s throat. “Fucking hell.”
Seb collapsed back onto the pillows with his arms over his face.
Tim pulled off and kneeled over him. Seb looked thoroughly used with his sweat-covered skin, messy hair, and sated expression.
Tim’s wolf stirred under the surface; he had put that expression on Seb’s face, made him come so hard he was out of breath.
The instinct to crawl up over him and take what was so clearly his warred with the knowledge that it wasn’t real. Seb didn’t feel that way about him, didn’t want to be tied to him forever. Tim rolled his shoulders, only shuffling forward when he had his wolf back under control. He leaned over Seb, balancing on one hand as he stroked his cock with the other. Already on edge, it didn’t take long before he was striping Seb’s stomach, head thrown back as his orgasm rushed through him.
Seb’s soft laughter brought him back down to earth and he glanced at him with a frown. “Something funny?”
Gesturing to his messy stomach, Seb grinned up at him. “Such a typical shifter move. I thought you were more original than that.”
The playful lilt to his voice just about kept Tim from bristling. “Sorry to disappoint.”
