“Bo.” Satisfyingly shameless, unfettered want. Ever tight, then tighter around Bo’s fingers, half twisting as if to bite his shoulder again. Razor teeth bared, but not digging in. Just eyes little more than black slits before his head fell forward again. “Please, Bo? I need you. Your Ever. Please, show me. I’ll– Anything.Please.”
“Anything,” Bo promised, the only thing he could say with Ever daring to ask. Trusting Bo and laying himself bare, sayingpleaselike he needed to earn it. “Both fucking ways with that. Give you anything. My Ever. I’ve got you.”
“Your kelpie,” Ever gasped, swallowing a whimper as Bo pulled his fingers free.
“Yeah.” Bo had enough coordination to right himself to his knees behind Ever. Another click of the lube, for all that Bo nearly fucking dropped it, unable to look away from Ever, shivering under him. “Yes, Ever. My kelpie. Your Bo. Need it as much as you do.”
“Please, Bo.” Liquid voiced Ever, grasping as the waters themselves. He looked over his shoulder, eyes heavy lidded, lips parted to reveal those wickedly sharp teeth. “I need … more. More of you.”
Yeah. More. They could do more. More than Bo’s hand, impatient on his own cock with quick, unsatisfying strokes.
“More of everything,” Bo said on a shaking breath. And finally,finallytook what they both wanted. Slow pressure yielded in time with Ever’s unsteady murmur of pleasure.
Bo watched the slide of slick heat into slick heat with no little hunger. Ever trembled, his breath coming in small, sharp gasps. Too fucking tempting, and Bo let his hand wander from Ever’s hip to where their bodies locked together, thumb gentle over shivering skin.
Ever, beautiful and needing.Begging. Bo pressed the tip of his thumb just inside of Ever with the gradual press of his cock. Just that little extra push, rewarded with Ever’s soft, choked cry.
“Ever, fuck.” Little more than a groan, those words. Bo pulled his hand back, firm again on Ever’s hip, holding him in place. “My badass kelpie, fierce and dangerous and sofuckingtight.”
Pleasure washed through their bond, amplified with every breath. Ever groaned, sinking back toward his heels to meet Bo’s next thrust (and the next, the next, deep and hungry as Ever himself), his claws tearing the sheets.
Time fell away to pleasure. Each shudder and soft noise sang of completion, of heat and need, and Bo curled close, pressed tight. Ever on his hands and knees, asking to be taken. Asking to befucked.
“My … my Bo,” words broken, arms shaking, a prayer of relief and question, “take me, I need–” a hard, driving press justthere, bottomed out, “your kelpie, yours,please.”
Ever shuddered violently beneath him, his arms nearly gave out, back arched, gasping. And with it, a hint of hazy shame, licking at the edges of theirshared emotions. Bo could nearly hear it, Everil’s stilted apologies for not seeing to Bo’s needs or being how he wanted.
Fuck that.
Not a hardship, rocking up hard, knees pressed flush to Ever’s, until they were where Bo wanted him to be: chest to back, near the bed, lips to shoulder, hand to hip and twisted sheets. This time with Ever keening and Bo letting his weight settle for a moment.
“Chest near the bed, pretty kelpie.” Bo kissed sweat-slick skin, his voice more ragged gasp than words. “Elbows bent. Forearms on the mattress. You’re gonna use them to keep yourself in place while I fuck you.”
Ever sank down, down, down, knees sliding further apart as he did. A fucking test from whatever god might’ve existed, Bo gritting his teeth to keep from driving in further with Ever’s panted, “This?”
“Fuck, yeah, yes.” Pressed so close, the only thing to do was rock in, tighter, closer, until Ever gasped with it. Failed the fucking test, and Bo couldn’t find it in him to give a shit. “Exactly like that. Fuck, Ever, you’re doing just what I need. You’re so fucking good.”
Fuck him sideways, but Evermewled. Mewled and let his forehead fall to the pillow, head tilted just enough that Bo saw the color high on those freckled cheeks, his mouth open for an obscenity of eager, needing sounds, gasps and moans and half-stuttered worship of Bo’s name.
Only way to describe it.Worship. A mantra wrenched free with the hard snaps of Bo’s hips. Ever held in place for ungentle, urgent thrusts, spread out like a fucking sacrifice. Kelpie, all winter ice, taken and taken again by a human more suited for forests in full bloom.
Fingers callused from those woods spread over the smooth skin of a river, traced the curling, cool marks, then the line of fine, dark hair. Bo wrapped his hand around Ever’s cock, hard and slick and silk under his touch. Ever jerked at the touch with a raw, hitching keen, pleasure and joy snaking through their bond, feeding their mutual hunger.
“Yours. Your Ever. I can’t– When you touch me– Won’tlast. Bo, I’ll–Winter.”
Asking without asking. Seeking permission without reaching for it. Nails buried in the bed to the knuckle, and that tight, perfect heat, tense around Bo’s cock. Bo’s nerves singing with it, touching him, fucking him,hearinghim.
“Good. Want you to finish on my cock. Let me feel you, pretty kelpie,” Bo growled. “So fucking perfect.”
Probably, he should pace himself. Give Ever time to get there.Probably, Bo ought not cover him entirely, hold him closer as he stroked him. Maybe a kinder man would’ve slowed down and drawn out the pleasure in case Everdidwant to last.
He didn’t, though. Bo wasn’t a kinder man, and he regretted fucking none of it.
Not with snowmelt and souls on his tongue and a low groan on his lips. Ever’s dark hair tumbling over his shoulder, tangled in Bo’s hand while the other hand fisted around Ever’s cock, the kelpie all tight heat and obscene cries, flushed and freckled and goddamn perfection.
Ever came with a low, sobbing gasp, wet warmth again spilling over Bo’s fingers. The shudders that’d already wracked him gave way to trembling that only grew more violent with each shaking breath.
“My Bo. Need all of you.” His words tangled together, soft and urgent and lust wracked. “Yours. Please? Make me yours.”
