“Yeah. Just…go slow.”
Leyden kept his thrusts small – more nudges than full on pushes. Connor felt every small increment of Leyden’s dick as it burrowed it’s way inside. Connor focused on breathing, on relaxing, holding tight to the love and concern flooding through their bond.
It wasn’t painful. He was conscious of the pressure and of feeling incredibly full.
Connor scooped his arm under his top thigh, stretching his leg higher, giving Leyden more room to move. “More.”
Leyden sank deeper, his abs skimming Connor’s butt. Connor didn’t know how the logistics worked – but somehow it did.
“Almost there,” Leyden gritted out. His voice was strained, and Connor could feel the tension running through his whole body. “You feel so good.”
“Feels full.” Connor wiggled his hips slightly, tested the limits of the stretch. “Really full.”
“Too much?”
“No. Just…” Connor wiggled his hips again and they both groaned. Sensation sparked along Connor’s nerves. “Give me a minute.”
He needed to adjust. Needed his body to accept what was happening. Leyden stayed perfectly still, his cock fully lodged inside Connor’s ass. He was distracting Connor with kisses across his shoulders, up the side of his throat and even over Connor’s claiming scar.
Connor breathed out and pressed his torso back, wishing he could be holding his mate, but knowing Leyden was trying to be careful with him. There would be other times and other positions, but for now it was enough that Leyden’s scent filled his nose, and the heat from his mate’s body was pressed against his back.
Finally, Connor’s body relaxed around Leyden’s cock “Okay,” he whispered, his voice low. “Please move.”
There was the drag of a slow pull out, then a push as Leyden thrust forward again. Only shallow thrusts at first, as Leyden checked in with him again.
“How’s that?”
“Good.” Connor groaned and his eyes fluttered closed. “Really good.”
Leyden found his rhythm. Long, slow strokes that lit up nerves Connor didn’t know he had. But it wasn’t just the physical sensations but emotional ones as well. Because they were already bonded, Connor could feel Leyden’s pleasure mixing with his own until they echoed each other.
Connor met his mate’s thrusts, learning the dance. His cock bobbed and leaked between the sheets and his abs, until Leyden scooped it up and curled his fingers around it.
“You feel amazing,” Leyden panted in Connor’s ear. “So fucking perfect.”
“Leyden… I didn’t know it could feel like this…” Connor’s voice broke as Leyden’s love and pleasure flooded through him. For the first time Connor felt the connection between them in a physical sense. But it wasn’t just the physical connection, but the love in their bond underneath it.
It was fucking incredible.
Leyden angled his hips and nailed Connor’s prostate. Connor cried out, the sheets crumpled under his fingers as he pushed back in pleasure. Leyden’s strokes on his cock were sending his arousal higher…
“There. Right there. Don’t stop.”
Every thrust seemed deeper and harder. Leyden was giving Connor something he didn’t know existed. Layer upon layer of pleasure grew and the dual sensation of fullness and friction against his cock pushed him toward the edge.
“I’m close,” Connor gasped. “Leyden, I’m…”
“Let go. I’ve got you.”
Connor came with a shout. His orgasm slammed through him harder than anything he’d experienced alone. His whole body shook with the force of it, ass clenching around Leyden’s cock, his rhythm stuttering.
Leyden thrust deep one last time, before Connor felt the warmth of his release. Marking Connor with his scent from the inside the same way his scar marked him from the outside.
Mine. Finally, completely mine.
The thought echoed between the two of them.
Leyden’s head rested on Connor’s shoulder, his body pressed firmly against Connor’s back. For a while the only sound was harsh panting as both men worked to get their breathing under control.
