“Oh, I think that’s a good idea.” He took a deep breath, drawing in Evander’s amazing scent of thunder and lightning and sky and earth. “Although you smell perfect.”
“Mmm… I love that you think so.” Evander stole a long, lazy kiss. “Let’s get wet together.”
He took Evander’s hand and rushed them up the stairs. He needed touching and kissing and getting clean now.
Right now.
Evander chuckled softly. “I like an eager mate.”
“I’m eager.”
Everything had been so odd and tough and just not good lately, and he wanted things to be a little bit more joyful.
Life wasn’t always joy, and he was fully aware of that, but it wasn’t always shitty either.
So he was going to change this timeline and spend a few dozen days getting his freak on with his mate.
They made it to the bathroom, and he managed to get stripped down to his skin. He bent over to turn on the water when Evander’s hands framed his ass. The thick thumbs pushed in to tease him without a bit of hesitation.
He gasped and lurched forward a bit, but Evander’s hands were huge, and they held him right there.
“Oh, mate.” He took a deep cleansing breath because everything around was still, quiet.
Then he heard the deep rumble of Evander’s voice, and he knew those horns were out and that his lover’s eyes wereglowing. “Yes, mate. Are you well? Right here? I intend to take you just like this.”
“I’m better than well.” He stepped into the tub, bracing himself on the wall as Evander followed him in, still holding him.
He probably would have been perfectly safe on the floor, but he liked the feel of water dripping around him. He liked being able to brace himself.
He loved knowing that Evander was going to take him like he needed it.
Evander hummed softly, his thumbs pushing in and out, sliding deeper and deeper inside him, stretching him just enough to make him gasp.
“Seems like you want me,” he teased.
Evander swatted his butt—not hard enough to hurt, just a noise and the hint of a sting, something to make him gasp. “I need you. I need to take you. I need to make love to you and remind you who you are. And who I am. I need to knot us together so that we can stay as one and rest and float.”
He arched in the water, letting it pour down his chest and down on his aching cock, which was in need of a touch.
But also, it was so good to just want, to be aching and anticipating Evander’s hands on his skin and his prick pushing deep inside, having it swell hard the stretch would burn.
Evander’s low chuckle tickled his ear even as the broad chest covered his back. “You are naughty,” he whispered. “Do you know, my wicked one, I would listen to you when I was lost dreaming my fever dream. I would listen to you, and I would hear you wanting me. My horns would itch with my need to bury myself inside of you.”
“Are they sensitive?” As if he didn’t know.
“Very. Especially at the base.”
“I can’t touch them like I am.” Which seemed a little unfair.
Evander chuckled softly. “I know.”
He arched up, holding himself against the tile with one hand, and reaching behind him with his other, creating a sort of bow with his entire body, trusting without any question that Evander would hold him stable.
His fingers found one of Evander’s antlers and he slid his way down, his fingertips fascinated by the ripples and ridges. It was very much like Evander’s cock except less silk and more velvet.
He teased and stroked and petted all the way down to the base, and he could feel Evander’s thumbs moving faster inside him, his lover’s excitement building.
There was the tiniest threat of those dull teeth against his shoulder. And he rolled it up, giving Evander permission and opportunity all at the same time.
