Quin kept the pace slow, dragging his cock in and out of Kit’s hole with such care that every nerve ending in his body lit up with pleasure. After a few more drags, Quin found Kit’s prostate, and from then on, the fucking blurred into one sensation after another. If it wasn’t his arse, it was Quin stroking his cock, and if it wasn’t his cock, it was Quin pinching at a nipple, and if it wasn’t a nipple, it was his lips when Quin bent over and smashed them together. There wasn’t a part of Kit’s body that wasn’t being stimulated.
Apart from one place. His fangs throbbed with impotent want, and he ached for something to fill his mouth. It took a lot out of him, but he ordered his thoughts enough to muster some words for Quin. “Daddy, my mouth.”
Quin stilled, concern in his eyes. “What about it, baby?”
“It’s…empty.” Kit opened his mouth wide, showing Quin what he meant.
Quin reached over and stuck his pointer finger into Kit’s mouth, pressing down on his tongue. Kit closed his mouth and hummed. It was so much better than sticking his own finger in there.
“You have a bit of an oral fixation, don’t you, baby boy?”
Kit scraped a fang over Quin’s knuckle in answer. Being filled at both ends by Quin was what he needed.
“Don’t be naughty.”
Kit just grinned up at Quin around his finger.
Quin sighed good-naturedly. “Okay, be as naughty as you like.”
Receiving the full force of Quin’s affection was akin to Kit’s memories of the sun on his skin. But not like the oppressive heat of a hot summer’s day spent in the brutalist concrete structures of his hometown.
No, Quin’s affection was like the sun on the first day of spring: warm and comforting. It was something to close your eyes to and bask in, something oh-so-welcome after the long chill of winter. It was a new beginning.
It was everything.
“You ready to come, baby?”
Kit had been on the edge for so long, he was almost scared of what might happen when he succumbed.
Almost.
He nodded vigorously.
“Words, baby boy. Tell me what you want.” Quin was close, if the strain in his voice was anything to judge by.
Kit looked pointedly down at Quin’s finger in his mouth, stopping him from being able to speak.
“Speak around it,” Quin urged. “I know you can do it.”
Kit managed a garbled, “Wanna come, Daddy.” It wasn’t quite asking for permission, but Quin hadn’t demanded that. He’d just wanted Kit to ask so that he could provide. It made Kit all tingly inside to know that he could ask this big werewolf for whatever he desired, and that Quin would seek to grant it.
Quin slipped his finger from Kit’s mouth and took hold of his cock, jerking Kit off in time with his thrusts. Quin’s rhythm stuttered as he sought his own release, but Kit was so focused onthe building sensation within him that Quin could have stopped altogether and it wouldn’t have mattered.
A few more strokes and Kit came like a geyser, cum spurting over his tummy and chest as the release pulsed through his entire body. An errant splash of cum even hit his chin. His laugh of outrage morphed into a high-pitched whine as Quin continued to fuck him through his orgasm.
“Daddy!” Kit sobbed as Quin sped up.
“I’m coming,” Quin grunted, filling Kit’s arse. Kit swore he felt every drop as it coated his insides.
Quin panted, his sweaty chest rising and falling with exertion. He placed a strong fist beside Kit’s head to balance himself as he licked the cum from Kit’s chest and chin, tongue then dipping between Kit’s parted lips.
He tasted himself as Quin kissed him, both of them grabbing for the other’s face. Kit relished the scrape of Quin’s beard along his jaw and under his fingers. His own skin felt sensitive, and the slight burn was satisfying in the afterglow.
“You were amazing, baby,” Quin said, flopping to Kit’s side.
Kit didn’t respond. He just burrowed into Quin, content to press his ear against Quin’s chest and listen to his heartbeat as his pulse returned to normal.
“We need to clean up,” Quin said.
