“Both,” Brian admitted.
Keith drizzled some lube onto one hand and then closed the container and tossed it aside. “Mmm,” he moaned appreciatively, still looking at Brian’s cock while he rubbed his palms together. “Let’s see what I can do to help.” He put a hand on either side of Brian’s shaft and slid them up and down, coating him in slick.
“Fuck,” Brian groaned, his legs twitching.
“Soon,” Keith promised as he snaked his arm back and around his waist. “Just need to…” His neck arched and his head tilted up. “…do this one thing first.”
Lust was making his thoughts fuzzy, but as soon as he realized what his mate was doing, Brian swiped his pointerfinger over Keith’s available hand to coat it in lube, curled his arm around Keith’s waist, and circled his fingertip along his rim before pushing it into his hole alongside Keith’s finger.
“Yes,” Keith said, voice rough.
They worked him open together, both panting and moaning. The angle was a little awkward but Brian focused and pumped until he found his mate’s prostate.
“Ungh!” Keith fell forward, slamming both palms onto Brian’s chest, and clenched his ass, gripping Brian’s finger tightly. “Get inside me.”
So aroused he was worried everything would end before it started, Brian scrambled for his own shaft and squeezed the base. “I’m so fucking turned on right now.”
Keith looked down and smiled. “Good idea, mate. Hold that up for me.” Then he rose to his knees and teased his rim over Brian’s cockhead. “Don’t forget to breathe,” he said, eyes twinkling.
Brian sucked in air as Keith lowered himself, forcing Brian’s cock past the initial resistance and into his hole. Even having just his head inside his gorgeous mate flooded Brian’s body with overwhelming pleasure. He gripped Keith’s hips and arched his back, pressing in farther, deeper.
“That’s it,” Keith said encouragingly. “Take what you need.”
The weight of his mate on top of him, his large hands pushing onto Brian’s chest, his cheeks flushed, and the tight heat of his body encasing Brian’s cock melded together into a symphony of perfection. They moved as one, rocking and sliding, taking and giving until both their chests glistened with sweat and he couldn’t decipher one moan from another.
“Fuck.” Brian planted his feet on the bed and thrust up and down with Keith mirroring every motion, giving as good as he got. “More, faster, harder,” Brian begged. “Need you. Ride me. Squeeze me. Keith, now.” He managed to pull his right hand offKeith’s torso so he could wrap it around his shaft. “Now. Now. Now.” He rammed harder, pounded into his mate faster, chasing a cosmic high.
“Ah!” Keith clenched his eyes shut. “Ah!” His ass spasmed around Brian’s cock. “Ah!” Liquid heat shot over Brian’s palm, drowning out the last of his resistance.
“Keith!” Nothing had ever felt better. “Yes, yes, mate.” Everything went black, Brian’s vision shorting out from the force of his climax.
Though he slowed his speed, Keith continued undulating on top of him. His eyes were now open, and he was gazing at Brian affectionately, his smile soft.
Brian cupped his sweat-slick cheek. “Are you okay?” he asked, wanting to confirm that his eyes weren’t deceiving him and his Alpha mate had truly liked that type of joining.
“Better than.” Keith turned his head and kissed Brian’s palm. He lowered himself onto Brian’s chest and brushed their lips together. “Was it what you hoped for?”
Brian gently brushed Keith’s hair off his forehead and met his gaze. “Better than I fantasized about.” Just like his mate.
“Now that you can focus on something other than getting me into bed, we should talk about what happened earlier,” Keith suggested.
“We are currently in bed,” Brian pointed out.
“That’s what I’m saying.”
Brian knew where the conversation would inevitably lead so he curled himself around his mate and kissed his forehead. “I love you. I don’t want to argue with you.”
“Do you want to let Rupert Jackson execute what I’m sure is a stupid but also potentially harmful plan?”
“You know I don’t,” he grumbled.
“Before I tell you yet again how we can avoid that, should I remind you that your pack member thinks I look super healthy and great?”
“I can kill Steve.”
“Oh are we naming people we can kill?” Keith sat up. “This a fun game. My turn. It starts with an R and ends with an upert Jackson.”
Keith’s dark hair was disheveled, his jaw sharp, his eyes warm, his body lean but muscled.
