A low rumbled growl came right before the ass flexed in his hands and Beaumont’s weight shifted forward. His nose going deeper between the tight ass cheeks.
Fuck, I’m in heaven.
His tongue slipped over the sac, tasting the salty musk when Beaumont’s mouth sucked the head of his cock between his lips. Duron forgot how to breathe through his mouth as it widened, and his tongue stopped mid-lick, sensation after sensation wove though him, stroking every nerve end until he was sure his whole body was singing.
The ass his nose was enjoying squeezed and broke him from his stupor, he gulped in some air and his fingers tightened on the silky ass cheeks and spread them so he could breathe more easily through his nose while his tongue explored the part of the length of cock it could reach. Drips of pre-cum landed on his chest from Beaumont as the man deepened the suction on Duron’s cock. His heavenly mouth slid deeper. Slide down, suck, slide up, suck.
His pelvis pushed up, only large hands pushed him back down when Beaumont made a gagging noise. “Careful,” Beaumont said, drawing back. “I like my tonsils where they are.” Humor came through their link, along with the strong desire to make Duron feel special.
Duron wanted to do the same, only he’d no sexual experience, so decided it was best to follow what Beaumont was doing. Only that wasn’t as easy in his current position. Reluctantly he let go of the ass and wriggled a little so he could get his arm through the gap of Beaumont’s thighs to reach for the dripping cock. Again, he struggled to bring the brute back to his lips. A little more shifting, and he angled the cock back so he could get his mouth close enough to get his first real taste.
“Here goes nothing,” he murmured to himself.
His head filled with laughter as his tongue licked at the wet slit tentatively, turning the noise to an unearthly groan.
Oh, gods!
His lips widened into a devilish smile, one his assassin friends would never have recognized. The large body above him shuddered violently, the cock pushing against his lips. They parted further and Duron mimicked—sort of—what Beaumont was doing. It was impossible to copy everything because of the size of his cock. It would reach far past his tonsils and possibly hit his stomach if he sucked it down fully. He wasn’t ready for that, so Duron fisted the middle part of the hard, pulsing length and focused on the mushroom head. Licking and sucking down as far as his fingers.
With the constant stream of approval coming through their link, the feel of Beaumont’s mouth sliding over his cock and the taste of pre-cum coating his tongue, it didn’t take long for Duron to be writhing beneath his mate. His ass felt empty as it clenched repeatedly.
What do you want?
The question threw him, and he withdrew off the cock, panting. “Inside! Something inside me,” he demanded mindlessly. The need riding him hard.
He moaned needily when wet fingers stroked over his hole while a tongue stroked down the length of his cock before lips encased his balls and sucked. Beaumont’s tongue flicked at the balls in the sac. The hand on his cock stroked him from root to tip simultaneously, squeezing until cum gathered on his slit. It oozed over the head and slithered down his cock.
The tickling sensation with everything else was maddening, tormenting. He thrust up as a finger sank into his ass, making it clench on and him buck wildly. “Yeah,” he growled, the finger sinking deeper, the initial burn melting to pleasure.
The cock he was holding was, for the moment, not his priority with how the finger working his ass went from one to two, then three. The part inside his ass Beaumont stroked with each thrust when four fingers sank into his ass had Duron ready to beg for the enormous cock he held, despite his thoughts on how it would fit.
Sweat drenched his skin when Beaumont’s fingers disappeared from his ass, and he deemed him ready for more. He moved up and back to standing. Hands reached down and yanked Duron off the floor. Next he was flat on his back on the bed with Beaumont caging him in, a bottle of lube lying at the side of them.
There was no time to think about where it had come from with the weight of his mate’s body pressing Duron into the soft mattress. Never one to enjoy being pinned, this was a whole new experience, and he had no urge to move. His thighs parted and Beaumont lifted to reach for the lube. He coated his cock until it glistened fully. Fascinated, Duron stared at the veiny thick length, which made him gulp when he compared it to the size of the fingers he’d had in his ass.
Before he could let the panic take hold, Beaumont settled between his legs. Their gazes held as the slick head of his cock nestled against the underside of his balls, gently nudging at his asshole. The heat and slow movements made the nerves flutter with… excitement.
Working on focusing on the pleasure, Duron went with his instincts that said his mate wouldn’t hurt him and lifted his legs to hook his arms under his thighs, making himself vulnerable in a way that he’d think about when his cock wasn’t in charge.
Beaumont didn’t thrust in, like Duron suspected he would if in the same position. Instead he murmured, “Bear down.”
He came forward, maneuvering broad shoulders between Duron’s spread thighs to rest his hands on the pillow on either side of Duron’s head. His cock stroked over Duron’s asshole, as lips claimed his, in what was a sweetness that was wholly unexpected.
Soft lips glided over his with a reverence that made his heart throb as hard as his cock. The head of the cock breached his ass. The burn was unholy, only lips coaxing his to part and sink into the bliss that was Beaumont’s sweet kisses, kept his mind from short circuiting and rebelling.
His breath caught in his throat as the head of the cock rocked gently inside. An inch in, then an inch out. Two inches in, two inches out. The gentle rocking along with the tongue, which tasted of his own essence dipping into his mouth, brought waves of heat. They built layer upon layer as Beaumont sank deeper inside of him… claiming him.
His cock, which had softened at the burning fullness, hardened once more with the tender care of his mate—of his lover—soon had him rocking in time to the slow thrusts.
Beaumont didn’t rush, he treasured him. Duron felt it at his core. His animals for the first time since they’d been introduced into his body, lay quiet, leaving him alone to have his moment. The first of his life that was solely for him. His eyes stung and his nose burned. He blinked hard, his hands letting go of his legs, needing to hold on to the man who accepted him as easily as breathing.
I do, mate of mine. I do and I will for an eternity.
The words floated through him with such conviction they sent him over the edge. He shuddered, rocked up and clung to his mate. His cock erupted and ribbons of cum pulsed between them before heat filled his ass and moans filled his mind.
He was unsure how long it was before Beaumont moved his mouth to his neck where he nestled in, his hot breath tickling his skin as their breathing evened out.
His cell phone pinged somewhere from down on the floor. Beaumont lifted up and peered towards the torn pile of clothes. “Looks like we have another couple of hours.” Twinkling eyes met his and his spent cock twitched. “Should we get some sleep?”
