It took a couple of seconds for the words to sink in. Tim stood there, captivated by Seb’s blinding smile, almost convinced he hadn’t heard correctly. But then Seb very deliberately tilted his head to the side, baring his neck invitingly and raising one eyebrow as if to say “what are you waiting for?”
And that one gesture blew away all of Tim’s doubts. He was done second-guessing, done wondering if this was the right thing for Seb. Seb was more than capable of making his own decisions, and Tim needed to respect them. He wanted this more than anything, and he was going to fucking take it.
He stepped closer to the bed and cupped Seb’s jaw, drawing him back to face him. “You know, a bite like this is normally done during sex.”
Seb grinned up at him. “Is that so?”
“Yeah.” Tim closed his eyes for a second, mouth watering at the thought of it. “It’ll hurt.”
“Ahh. So an orgasm is supposed to take my mind off it?” Seb tried to scoot over a little as he spoke, but he winced as everything hurt.
“Something like that. And what are you trying to do?”
“Make room for you.”
Tim laughed softly. “As much as I’d like to do this properly, you’re really in no fit state.”
Seb winked and reached under the sheet to palm his dick. “There’s nothing wrong with this.” He rubbed his hand back and forth, eyes closing on a groan, and Tim felt his control slipping.
Fuck it.“I can be careful,” he muttered, gently sliding his hands under Seb’s back and easing him over to the other side of the bed.
“That’s more like it.”
Tim climbed up beside him and stretched out. His heart raced as he looked down at Seb—still slowly rubbing his cock—and finally let himself believe what he was about to do. “I’m going to ask you one… last… time.” He nuzzled the base of Seb’s throat, inhaling his scent and growling softly at the heady hint of sex mixed in with it. With his lips brushing Seb’s skin, he whispered, “Are you sure?”
Seb pulled his hand out from under the sheets and grabbed the back of Tim’s neck, pressing him closer. “Yes.” His fingers curled into Tim’s hair, gripping tight, and he arched into Tim as best he could. “Do it.”
Tim groaned and pressed a kiss to Seb’s throat before leaning away to look at him. Keeping eye contact, he slipped a hand under the sheet, searching for the waistband of Seb’s pyjama bottoms to take up where Seb had left off seconds before. Seb closed his eyes; his soft gasp turned into a sigh as Tim wrapped his fingers around his length and started to stroke him.
A faint smile curved Seb’s lips. “This would have been awkward to do with Cam in front of all the others.”
Tim growled and nipped at his skin in what was meant to be a playful warning, but the second his teeth touched Seb’s skin, instinct took over. Seb moaned and Tim tilted his head back, mouth open as he let his body take over.
His fangs, already aching with the need to extend, slipped out effortlessly; the pain of altering his jaw barely registered. He felt light-headed, his blood burning through his veins, lighting up his whole body.
Seb pushed into his fist, parting his lips as he watched Tim. His gaze darted between Tim’s eyes and his teeth with no fear in his expression, only want and need. That was all it took for Tim to lower his head and set his teeth against the skin of Seb’s neck.
Seb tensed, a whimper escaping, and Tim increased the pace of his hand, dragging Seb closer to coming. As Seb’s cock pulsed against his palm, he bit down hard, breaking the skin.
Seb cried out, arching off the bed against Tim’s hold, striping his belly and chest as he came.
The first trickle of blood hit Tim’s tongue. He took a moment to savour the taste, knowing his bite had already started to work its magic on Seb’s body. Carefully, he extracted his fangs, licking over the marks he’d left behind. Fuck, just seeing it there on Seb’s neck sent a flood of arousal through him. He’d been hard since Seb told him he loved him, and all he wanted was to roll on top of Seb and rub off against him, but Seb had too many injuries for that to happen. Tim thrust against the bed instead, his gaze still firmly fixed on Seb’s mark.
“Here, let me.” Seb reached out, managing to get Tim’s jeans undone with one hand.
Tim lifted his hips, helping to push everything down enough to free his cock. “You okay?” He watched, transfixed, as Seb scooped up some of the mess on his belly and used it to slick Tim’s length. “Fuck.” He let his head fall onto the pillow.
Seb followed after him, kissing him hard and desperate as he brought Tim off. “I’m good,” he whispered, then kissed him again. “So… fucking… good.”
With their combined scents filling the air, its nature already changing following the bite, Tim was close as soon as Seb got a hand on him. A few more strokes were all it took. Tim’s orgasm rushed through him, and he only realised he had his claws out when the sheets ripped underneath him. Soft laughter tickled his ear as he lay there, floating on the afterglow of what they’d just done. “What’s funny?”
Gently easing Tim’s fingers out of the bedding, Seb said, “I have to sleep in this bed, remember.”
Tim looked around the impersonal hospital room, hackles rising. His teeth were back to normal, but his mouth still tingled with the sense memory of biting into Seb—Seb was Tim’s now, marked for all shifters to see, and he’d be damned if Seb was going through the full moon in a strange bed, surrounded by non-pack. “We need to get you out of here.”
He climbed off the bed and pulled his jeans and boxers up.
Seb stayed where he was, forehead scrunched in confusion. “What? Why? Surely I’m safe now. We’re in a hosp—”
