“You’re back.” Petur’s voice was ragged, on the verge of unintelligible. Excitement, fear, and desire roiled within him, fighting his control and bringing his warrior shift much closer to the surface than it normally was. “You’ve finally come back to me.”
Deyvid inhaled sharply. “I was always going to come back to you.”
“You could have been hurt, you could have beenkilled, you were gone for so long, and your letters never smelled like you.” Not after so much time in the air, bound to the body of whatever shifter had been tasked to carry them. “And Deyvid,Deyvid…”
His lover understood because of course, he did. “I’m here now,” he promised. “I’m back. I’m with you, sweetheart.”
“Deyvid.” Petur couldn’t hear that without rearing back just far enough to rub his face against Deyvid’s neck, up over his jaw, and finally connecting their mouths in a mockery of a kiss. He had too many fangs in his mouth for a kiss, but they shared air and the sweet press of flesh, and Petur had never felt both more and less like a monster at the same moment as when Deyvid accepted him without question—in any form, without question.
“Darling,” Deyvid whispered, then chuckled as Petur began to divest him of his clothes. “You don’t have to rip them, you know.”
“Do,” he managed, using his claws to shred away every barrier between them, even the boot, until there was nothing left but Deyvid’s bare, glorious skin.
“You should let me bathe, at least.”
“No.” Petur liked how earthy he smelled, how real. In this form, smell was as important as touch, as sight, grounding Petur in the reality that Deyvid really was back. Gods, he was so hard …
That, at least, required more of an effort at speech. He wrenched himself back from Deyvid and forced his mouth into a more conversant form. “I want … please. Will you let me?”
Deyvid immediately nodded, a swell of lust rising up beneath the tiredness. “Of course. I want you too.” He spread his legs, and Petur was immediately tantalized by a new scent: linseed oil, neutral and silky and hiding inside his lover. “I thought you might want—”
Petur wasn’t sure how they made it from the chair to the bed, but a second later, Deyvid was beneath him, laughing breathlessly as Petur ripped off his own clothes without ever taking his body off Deyvid’s. Once they were both nude, he lowered himself to his belly between Deyvid’s legs, threw those long, rangy limbs over his shoulders, then pulled his lover in until there was nothing stopping him from licking right across his hole, chuckling darkly as he felt just how prepared Deyvid had decided to be. The man couldn’t stop his mad rush back long enough to fully bathe, but he’d made himself ready for what they both wanted so desperately.
“Petur—ah, ah—” Deyvid’s hands found his head and dug into his hair, pulling him closer. He gave in to the urge to press his tongue inside and hummed happily as Deyvid gasped, high-pitched, ecstatic. He wastight, so tight, three months apart, and he likely hadn’t ever touched himself here for pleasure’s sake, which was a shame because he loved being penetrated so much.
All the better for Petur now, to give his lover something he’d been missing. Petur closed his eyes and dedicated himself to eating Deyvid out until he was almost crying, his cock hard and dripping over his stomach. His hands twitched and quivered in Petur’s hair, and once he let go with one in an aborted motion toward his cock, but a growl from Petur had him put it back where it belonged.
“I need—Petur, sweetheart, I need to come, I need—”
“Come on my tongue,” he said before diving in again. In a moment of mercy, he brought up his hand and pressed the tip of his finger at the edge of Deyvid’s hole, circling it suggestively as he thrust with his tongue until Deyvid finally fell over the edge, coming all over his chest with a ragged shout as he clenched down on Petur. The smell of sex was thick, sex and pleasure, and still Petur hungered, hungered, hungered.
Deyvid barely had a moment to catch his breath before Petur backed off and rolled him over onto his front, pulling him up onto his knees with barely contained need. Petur admired the rippling, muscular expanse of his lover’s back as he rutted his cock in the space between his cheeks, slick with saliva and oil, his hole soft and perhapsjustready enough to—
“Oil,” Deyvid gasped. “Petur, we’ll need more oil in this form, you’re huge.”
Oil … but he wanted to get insidenow, to fuck into Deyvid and—no, he would tear.Petur wouldn’t hurt him, not even when he was half out of his mind with lust. He left the bed just long enough to sniff out the linseed oil Deyvid had used from his pack, slathering his cock with the unguent before sliding back into position.
He loomed over Deyvid, not fully shifted but so much larger than his normal, human self, and felt a stab of doubt. When he didn’t move for almost a minute, Deyvid glanced over his shoulder at him. His eyes were warm, and there was a smileon his face. “We’re good,” he said soothingly. “You’re good, take what you want, darling.”
Petur took him at his word. He lined up his cock and pressed the head inside, barely conscious of his lover’s cry or the sudden spike of pheromones that wafted from his skin. Petur closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling, the delicious squeeze around his cock as he slowly sank, inch by inch, into his lover’s ass, finally deep enough for his hips to come flush to Deyvid’s heated skin. Petur growled with pure, guttural satisfaction, and Deyvid moaned and braced himself against the headboard as Petur drew back, then thrust in again.
Deyvid’s body accepted him, welcomed him. There was no tinge of displeasure in the sounds he made, no scent of blood, of pain—no more pain than Deyvid wanted, at least. Petur braced himself over his lover with his long, furred arms and fucked into him with animalistic fervor, burying himself as deep as he could, over and over again, grinding into the soft, sensitive spot inside of Deyvid until he whined with his impending orgasm, then backing off and fucking him harsh and fast until the pattern began all over again. It was bliss to be inside him, bliss and glory and love, and Petur never wanted it to end, but he could only control his own desires for so long.
He reached down with one clawed hand and pressed his palm against Deyvid’s cock, trapping the hard length against his body. He didn’t trust himself to grip it, not as he was right now, but just the pressure was enough to make Deyvid shout and clench the sheets as herippledwith pleasure, tipping over into another, even longer orgasm. Petur finally let himself go in turn, coming into the tight clutch of Deyvid’s hole as he almost passed out from the intensity of it.
Coming down from the high was gentle by comparison to surviving it. Petur felt his shift recede, and soon he had them both on their sides, still inside of Deyvid and holding him closeas their heartbeats normalized, and the sweat began to dry. He nuzzled the back of Deyvid’s neck, then kissed it with his wholly human lips. He felt more than heard Deyvid’s chuckle, a gentle rumble in his chest.
“I missed you.”
“I can see that.”
“Don’t pretend you didn’t miss me as well.”
Deyvid clenched around Petur’s softening cock. “I think my preparations clearly show that Ididmiss you. For many reasons.”
Yes, they certainly did.Petur grinned and kissed Deyvid’s shoulder, then held him even closer.
The gravity of their situation hadn’t changed. Danger lurked everywhere, from Harrier assassins to shit-stirring courtiers to his own sister’s mercurial moods when it came to their relationship, but at least they could handle such things together once more.
