Color deepened the skin tone on Kylo’s face as his eyelids fluttered. Conrad took deep breaths, releasing the air to center himself before he tipped up the bottle of oil and emptied the contents over Kylo’s back, legs, and outstretched arms.
Before it could dribble down the warm flesh, Conrad spread himself over his mate. Torso to torso, legs to legs and arms to arms, he used his weight to pin Kylo to the mattress. The oil spread between their bodies, slicking their skin. His cock pulsed as it nestled in the crack of Kylo’s ass, sliding easily with the oil. It was eager to go, and Conrad had to take a breath and remember this wasn’t about his need.
Conrad called upon his rhino, adding more weight slowly, constricting Kylo’s breathing until the tension inside his body started to release. His face aligned with Kylo’s and he whispered, “Turn your head so I can reach those pretty lips.”
Conrad placed his hands over Kylo’s, threading their fingers together. Their gazes met. “Open your mouth.”
He could see the confusion in the pinched brow, but Kylo’s lips parted. “Between two lungs, the breath that carries me into you.” He breathed out, sending his breath into Kylo with all that he was. Embracing his mate in the only way he knew how.
His dragon groaned in his head as Kylo accepted it. His body recognizing their offer as it slipped into his mouth, and he swallowed. A groan reverberated through Kylo as Conrad continued to give him his breath. Kylo melted against the mattress, his limbs lax, and it was then Conrad slowly slid his body against the slick skin beneath him. Juniper scented the air as they continued to breathe each other in, and Conrad gave Kylo a full body massage using his.
Time passed. The sounds in the room were gentle moans and groans. Slick flesh squelched occasionally as Conrad moved sensuously over his mate, continuing to keep him pinned to the mattress. Taking away all his worries, making him focus only on breathing, on feeling.
“Need you,” Kylo moaned as Conrad slipped his cock a little deeper between the tight buttocks of his mate’s ass. Kylo squeezed and titled his buttocks as much as Conrad’s weight would allow.
“I know, but you told me you wanted me to take you apart. We aren’t there yet,” he murmured seductively in his ear, keeping the rocking of his body slow and easy.
“Fuck, come on,” Kylo begged, his ass lifting a few milometers, trying to encourage Conrad’s cock to go deeper.
He gritted his teeth as it caught on the rim of muscle that was slick with oil. Kylo continued to keep his limbs stretched wide showing he had handed over control. Only he sounded far too composed for Conrad’s liking.
A smile that would warn those who knew him well to behave lit his eyes as he grazed his teeth over Kylo’s shoulder. “You’re ready for me?”
“Yes, fuck yes!”
The level of desperation made his grin widen and Conrad was glad Kylo couldn’t see his expression. His cock thickened and lengthened at his will. “Are you sure, Mon Bebe?”
Kylo’s body shuddered and moved in an agitated way as Conrad pushed the head of his larger cock against the rim. The width of the head caused Kylo to pant as the slickness covering the sensitive skin added to Conrad’s pleasure. “You want my fat cock to pin you to the mattress? To take you apart?” He kissed the back of Kylo’s neck, licking a path over his shoulder, tasting the oil and salt of his sweat.
The choked sob came with a head bob.
“Words, Mon Bebe, I need words,” he encouraged as he pressed a little firmer, making the muscle stretch and burn.
He gasped, and shivers racked his body. “Please…”
Conrad’s jaw widened, his teeth elongated before his mouth clamped on Kylo’s shoulder, biting true while he slowly pushed the head of his cock past the tight rim of muscle.
Sounds poured from Kylo’s lips. Conrad sweated as he concentrated to make sure he didn’t miss any of what his mate was saying.
His mate’s essence filled his mouth and Conrad’s blood sang in harmony with the new life. His insides lit up like a fireworks display, and he swallowed and continued to push deep into his mate.
“Fuck, I feel you everywhere,” Kylo groaned. “Am I on fire? I’m burning. The pleasure…” His body was motionless except for his twitching ass muscles that clasped snuggly around Conrad and his heaving chest.
He continued to babble as Conrad licked his mating mark. Words ran into each other as Conrad seated himself fully inside his mate, glorying in how Kylo accepted Conrad’s possession of his body, of his soul.
When he bottomed out, Kylo was crying. Tears poured down his cheeks, and his lips were wet and puffy. It wasn’t sadness that Conrad sensed, but that of relief, at being freed from the chains that came with Kylo’s life. Freedom to fly, and to know that Conrad would be there to catch him.
Conrad rolled them until he was the one flat on his back, and Kylo was lying fully on him, pinned to him by the huge cock in his ass. He let go of his hands, and one reached for Kylo’s throat, the other for his cock. “You are mine, as I am yours,”—he tightened his possessive hold on Kylo’s throat—“for eternity.”
“Yes,” he gasped. “Show me.” His head shifted on Conrad’s shoulder, and teeth struck his throat.
A loud moan rumbled out of him as his animals rejoiced with him. Conrad thrust into the tight sheath and stroked down the aroused cock leaking over his hand. Each stroke and thrust brought sounds of pleasure, feeding his soul.
“You do not come until I tell you to.” He wasn’t sure his mate heard him as he sucked at the mate mark he’d made, his cries caressing Conrad’s skin.
His cock throbbed, and pleasure built layer upon layer by the time Kylo’s hands reached up to grip hold of Conrad’s head. Fingers dug and pulled painfully on the hair, making Conrad’s blood sing. “Yes, show me you’re ready to come apart.”
Kylo’s whole body gleamed with sweat and oil as he undulated mindlessly as Conrad held him pinned by his hands and cock.
