“Mine,” Ian whispered. The pitch of his voice had dropped, its baritone notes amplified as his arousal grew. His baser nature had been awoken, and instinct possessed him. “Mine.”
His to play with, his to cherish, and his to pleasure.
In Ian’s peripheral vision, he noticed Geoffrey hook his fingers into the pillows, tightening his grip until his knuckles were white and the veins on the back of his hands became pronounced. The pleasure they shared was never selfish, but seeing Geoffrey struggle to relax alerted Ian to the fact that tonight Geoffrey needed him more than he usually did.
Ian would see to it that all his wants were met.
Geoffrey spread his thighs, and so Ian continued to pleasure him, alternating between teasing Geoffrey’s hole with light passes of his tongue and harder, more forceful pushes that put pressure right where it needed to be. The whimpers and gasps Ian earned for his efforts left him craving more, and the dragon in his soul reared to the forefront of his mind, demanding he take action. Ian could no longer wait. There was no other option—he had to claim what was his.
Despite Geoffrey’s whimpers of protest, Ian parted from Geoffrey’s body. Seeking friction, he slotted in behind his lover and ran his rigid cock between Geoffrey’s cheeks. Geoffrey’s skin was slick from Ian’s earlier efforts, but not enough. Ian needed Geoffrey so wet, he dripped.
In the display cabinet to the left of the bed sat a wide-rimmed, bejeweled chalice filled to overflowing with coins. Nestled amongst its finery was a personal-sized bottle of lube. Ian opened the glass door separating the chalice from the world and took it from where it lay. Ian closed the glass door and snapped the cap of the lube open, drizzling the bottle’s contents down the crack of Geoffrey’s ass and over the length of his own cock. Geoffrey buried his face in the pillows and unleashed a low, lusty moan that plunged from Ian’s eardrums directly to his dick.
“I’m going to put it inside of you—fill you up,” Ian uttered. He capped the lube and tossed it aside, then focused on spreading what he’d spilled so it coated his cock and left Geoffrey’s body slick for him. “Make you realize how precious you are—how much I need you.”
With their bodies angled like this, Ian would get to watch as Geoffrey’s ass stretched to fit his cock. Inch by inch, he’d watch as he filled Geoffrey as no one else could, and as he did, he’d witness Geoffrey come undone. There was no place for Geoffrey’s frigid public persona in their bedroom—no use for it when they were together. Behind closed doors, Geoffrey could be himself.
Ian loved nothing more than to see him loosen.
“You are valued, Geoffrey,” Ian said as he reached between their bodies, lining his cockhead so it pushed against Geoffrey’s pucker. The anticipation built until even the air in Ian’s lungs was thick with it. Ian, trembling with desire, started to push, and Geoffrey’s body slowly yielded to him. “You are loved.”
A shiver ran up Geoffrey’s spine, and as his ass twitched, Ian plunged into him. Heat, tight and enveloping, hugged his cock, and with a throaty moan, Ian dropped his head and buried himself to the hilt in it. Geoffrey gasped and whined, lifting his hips higher, until Ian took hold of him with one hand and reached around with the other. He grasped Geoffrey’s cock and started to pump.
“Come for me,” Ian demanded. He worked his hips, filling Geoffrey only to pull out and deprive him all over again. “Let it all go. I’m here now. I’m here for you. Let me give this to you—let me help you forget.”
Geoffrey gasped, then thrust into Ian, and the wonderful heat that had gripped Ian so tightly swallowed his length in whole. Unable to hold back a gasp of his own, Ian bucked forward, and with a mute roar, he pinned Geoffrey to the bed and fucked him mercilessly into the mattress.
The bedsprings creaked. The headboard smacked against the wall. Ian, breathless, buried his nose against the base of Geoffrey’s neck and breathed in the scent of his skin—faded notes of cologne; the smell of ancient, well-loved books; and a hint of something that always had, and always would be, Geoffrey.
A delirious happiness invaded Ian’s chest, doubling the pleasure he felt.
The impossibility.
Their bond.
“Come for me.” It was a chant now—Ian wanted it.Neededit. With Geoffrey’s desire rising inside him, he knew it would only be a matter of time until he, himself, came. “Come for me, Geoffrey. Come all over my cock.”
A muffled cry rose above the slam of the headboard against the wall and the delicateclinkas the glass panels in the display case knocked in their settings. A corresponding zing of pleasure lit Ian up from the inside.
Geoffrey was coming.
The tight walls that sheathed Ian’s cock pulsed and twitched, and as they did, Ian’s balls clenched, and orgasm hit hard. He didn’t fight it—instead, he indulged in his instincts and pushed in deep, shooting as his knot inflated. Geoffrey’s body gave in to him, and Ian took advantage, letting his knot swell behind Geoffrey’s tightened ring, locking them together.
Clarity hit quickly, and Ian pulled Geoffrey to his chest and rolled them both over so they were side by side, spooning. Delighted with their encounter, he nuzzled against the back of Geoffrey’s neck and smiled. “Is that better?”
“Much.” Geoffrey melted against him, his usually rigid posture gone. Right now, he was as vulnerable and exposed as Ian had ever seen him. “It was a day. I apologize for being late—I had to stop in to see my brother upon Father’s request. The whole situation has been…”
“Stressful,” Ian commiserated.
“Extremely.” Geoffrey wiggled his ass, and Ian couldn’t help but gasp as his knot slipped in that much deeper. “I had to tell him that I had plans.”
“At nine o’clock at night?”
“There was no other way I could get him to leave me be. He’s much too absorbed in his own affairs to worry about mine, anyway.” Geoffrey ran his fingers down the length of Ian’s arm, and the hairs along the way stood on end from the electricity of his touch. “I’m not concerned about any of them, for the record. Not my brothers, not Father, not our colleagues, and not your family. No one has noticed there’s something between us for the last hundred years. Nothing is going to change that now.”
“No,” Ian agreed, smiling. He kissed the soft hairs on Geoffrey’s nape. “You’re right. I suppose I shouldn’t be concerned. Did you have a chance to eat dinner, or should I arrange to have something prepared for you?”
“Will you eat with me?” Geoffrey asked hopefully.
