“Yes, baby?”
“Are you trying to…sneak my dick inside you?”
“Huh?” Seth asked, the picture of innocence. He tilted his hips up, then huffed in frustration. Riley moving had really messed with his angles.
They were both hard though—Seth had felt that the moment Riley had pressed down fully against him—so it wasn’t like Seth was exactlysneaking. He’d just felt certain that if he could get in the right position, they would just…slip in together.
Seth wanted that. Needed that, actually. Some inner part of him, hungry and alert, was demanding it.
“I just—” Seth wriggled upward. “Um, I feel very strongly that you should be fucking me right now.”
He was pretty sure he wasn’t the only one feeling it either. He could sense Riley’s desire, like a tingly, spicy addition to that wonderful, pulsing love feeling.
“Consummation,” Riley said solemnly, like Seth was spouting actual wisdom. He was still holding himself up on his hands though. Too far away. Much too far away. “It’s part of it, the bonding. The drain, and the exchange, and then consummation.”
Consummation. How lovely. Now if they could just stop talking about it and actuallydoit.
Hands would probably help. Seth had those. He reached blindly and managed to grasp Riley’s thick cock in his palm. There. Perfect. Now to just get it where Seth needed it to go.
“Baby,” Riley chastised, all faux-stern.
It made Seth grin even as he wriggled. He liked when Rileycalled him that. Liked that they had the same pet name for each other. As if they were two halves of the same whole.
Ugh, that was sappy. Seth was going to be embarrassed by that thought later, when the horniness subsided enough to let his brain work again.
“Baby, we need lube.”
Seth frowned up at Riley. That sounded like a delay. Even more so when Riley shifted, moving as if to leave the bed.
“No.” Seth immediately released his grip on Riley’s cock and wrapped his limbs around him as tightly as he could.
“I’m just—” Riley struggled, leaning precariously over the side of the bed with Seth still attached. “The drawer.”
Seth didn’t free him. He heard the sound of rummaging, and then Riley was moving them back to the center of the bed. He had a bottle in his hand. Lube, presumably.
Riley froze, staring at Seth. “Seth. You have fangs.”
“I do?” Seth ran his tongue over his teeth. He did. Sharp little fangs. How fascinating. “Lube your dick up for me,” he ordered.
That starving pit in his stomach was growing deeper, its presence inside him getting more impatient by the second. He and Riley needed to be joined. Entwined. Slick skin sliding and empty holes filled. Gasping and thrusting and melting together.
“You want me.” Riley grinned at Seth as he pumped lube into his hand, then quickly coated his erection. “You want me so bad, and I canfeelit.”
He moved to put his fingers inside Seth, and Seth slapped his hand away. “No fingers.” He tilted his hips up for what felt like the thousandth time. Was he going to have to beg? “Just go.”
“But—”
“Go slow. I’ll be fine.”
Riley hesitated for only a moment before nodding, wide-eyed. “Okay.” He sucked in a breath, staring down at where Seth had spread his legs wide, his eyes hot. “Yeah. Okay.”
Riley carefully pressed Seth’s knees back, tilting Seth’s hips at an even higher angle. He kept one hand on the back of Seth’s thigh and used the other to notch the head of his cock to Seth’s waiting hole. He shifted forward.
Seth bore down and let him in.
Yes. Yes, yes, yes. Seth could have cried, his relief was so strong. This was it. This was what they needed. Even just that fat head slipping inside him was heaven.
It was slow at first, despite Seth’s eagerness. He’d never really worked himself open on someone’s dick before. At the slightest resistance, Riley would withdraw and push in again carefully, gaining small bits of ground at a time. Seth let him move at his own pace, concentrating on the perfect fullness of the stretch, the slight burn as Riley’s cock filled him inch by inch.
