“You okay?” he asked. Not teasing. Just needing to check.
Karl nodded. “Yeah.” His voice was a rasp, his color rising as Leon began to work him, fingers curved around Karl’s cock, his thumb occasionally moving to swipe the growing wetness on the head.
Karl moved his hand from Leon’s side to cup Leon’s jaw, and his thumb slid over Leon’s lips until Leon gave in to temptation and licked it. He drew it into his mouth and sucked, wrapping his tongue around the tip and loving the way Karl’s eyes darkened further.
They held one another’s gaze an instant longer, making sure they were both okay with this, before Leon leaned in and kissed Karl, a light brush of the lips swiftly turning into something more. As his tongue flicked against Karl’s lips, Karl made a sound low in his throat and deepened the kiss, one hand cupping the side of Leon’s neck, thumb brushing under his jaw. Leon arched into him, not even pretending to hold back as he groaned into Karl’s mouth.
Which was precisely when Karl drew away and gently pushed Leon onto his back. He rose to his knees so gracefully it was almost cat-like. Careful to stay under their shelter, Karl moved to kneel between Leon’s open thighs, his gaze roaming over every part of Leon’s body.
Leon stretched out sensuously, luxuriating in anticipation and the heat of Karl’s gaze. Karl shook his head very slightly in what looked like exasperation touched with fondness, improbable though that seemed. But Leon forgot everything else as Karl’s broad hand slid up the outside of his leg with infuriating patience. He wasn’t rushing or greedy, justthere,in that wolfish way of his, with every ounce of attention focused on Leon.
It made Leon feel like prey. He promptly lost his momentary unease at the thought when Karl leaned down and licked a slow, sure stripe along his cock, and he moaned.
Okay. Not prey. Maybebreakfast.
Karl’s tongue flicked over the head, soft but direct, then down again. Leon’s thighs tensed involuntarily, his hips arching. But Karl’s hands stayed steady on his thighs, keeping him grounded. Keeping him still.
No one had ever gone down on him quite like this—unhurried, focused, as if Karl were learning him by taste and texture alone. He should have expected it, really. Karl didn’t do anything by halves. Then Karl sucked him in deeper, his mouth hot and wet, the slow pull of it devastating. He kept at it, not fast, not sloppy—justmethodical, dragging his tongue along the underside on every stroke like he knew exactly what it did to Leon.
Leon bit off a moan, his head falling back, muscles drawn tight.God, that mouth. It was unfair.Criminal.He clenched his fingers in Karl’s hair, tugging lightly, then harder as Karl’s mouth made him lose his mind. Karl made a low, involuntary sound, and Leon’s whole body clenched in answer, which was ridiculous. He usually had more control than this. But Karl’s mouth was lethal, and Leon couldn’t keep still. Couldn’t keep quiet.
He came too fast, too hard, unable to stop it, the rhythm of Karl’s mouth wrecking him completely. He sobbed through it, back arching, hands in Karl’s hair, every nerve ending lit.
“Fuck,”he said, when he finally got his breath back.
Karl was kneeling up, looking at him with a grin on his face that wiped away all the care and tiredness he’d been carrying. A triumphant grin that Leon had every intention of removing. If that damn wolf thought he’d won this round, he’d soon learn how talented Leon was.
It took more squirming, but then Karl was the one lying down, at Leon’s mercy. He took his time, exploring Karl’s body with mouth and hands, his hair trailing over Karl’s skin as he moved. Karl’s chest was rising and falling swiftly, and as Leon licked at a nipple, he surged up, cursing.
Interesting. Leon tried it again with the same result. Finally armed with the knowledge of what it took to conquer the bossy wolf, Leon set to work. He sucked Karl’s nipples, one after the other, drawing them into his mouth and lashing them with histongue, and then he gently bit them. And then he bit them not quite so gently, until Karl was writhing under his attentions.
Driven by something he didn’t understand, Leon rubbed his cheek against Karl’s chest. He hadn’t been in human form long enough for much stubble to come through, but there was just enough of a dusting for it to catch at Karl’s sensitized nipples, and when it did, he truly thought the wolf was going to launch into orbit. God, he’d never known anyone this sensitive. And that—
That was new. He’d never before felt the urge to mark anyone.
Confused by the fact he’d done that to Karl, Leon decided to turn his attention elsewhere. The whole time he’d been teasing Karl, Leon’s mouth had been watering at the prospect of sucking that fat cock. Karl was swearing in broken-off, jerky words, which became one long stream of filth when Leon wrapped his long fingers around his beautiful hard cock and guided it into his mouth.
So many guys thought Leon’s hair meant they were free to wrap their hands in it, using it to force his head down on them. Not that Leon necessarily minded, but only if he’d agreed beforehand. Leon could tell Karl wanted to from the way his hands were clenching in the metallic blanket underneath him, but he let Leon control things. And for some reason, that mattered.
God,Karl’scock was gorgeous. He hadn’t realized how much he’d wanted this. He could suck Karl forever. Wasn’t going to happen, though, because he’d barely gotten started when Karl tensed every muscle and came, silently but no less intensely for that.
Extremely pleased with his work, Leon moved back up the blanket to lie down next to Karl, who was still panting, a dazed, wrecked look on his face.
Leon leaned in, brushed his mouth over Karl’s jaw, and whispered, “Still think you’re in charge?”
Karl huffed a laugh. “You’re hilarious if you think you’ve won.”
He turned his head toward Leon, eyes still hazy but more focused now. For a moment, neither of them said anything. The rain drummed steadily, relentlessly on the tarp overhead. Their bodies weren’t touching, but they might as well have been, because Leon could feel every inch of Karl’s attention like heat pressing against his skin.
And then Karl blinked, and whatever had been in his expression a moment ago—openness, curiosity—was gone. He pushed himself upright.
“We should get moving. They’ll be expecting us,” he said. His voice was slightly rough but gave nothing away.
Leon sat up too, feeling like he’d just missed something without knowing what it was.
“Yeah,” he said, too casually. “Wolves and their timetables.”
Karl didn’t rise to it. Just got to his knees and started packing things away in the plastic stash box. Straight back into practical mode, as if he didn’t have any other. Leon watched the curve of his spine as he bent, saw the tension in his shoulders already returning. He hadn’t noticed how much tension Karl carried until it was gone, just for a while.
