Before Whichello could respond, Isaac took him deep again, and any words he might have formed dissolved into sounds that had no language. His hands left the sheets, moving to Isaac’s hair instead, threading through the dark strands without pulling. Just holding, feeling the movement of Isaac’s head, the way his mate's throat relaxed to take him deeper.
This couldn’t last. Already Whichello felt his control slipping, pleasure coiling tighter in his gut with every pass of Isaac’s tongue. If he let this continue, he’d come down Isaac’s throat, and while that held definite appeal, what he really wanted was to be inside his mate when he fell apart.
“Stop.” The word took effort to produce, and his hands in Isaac’s hair contradicted the command by not actually pulling him away. “Isaac, stop.”
Isaac pulled off slowly, tongue dragging along sensitive skin in a way that made Whichello’s hips jerk. “Problem?”
“No problem.” Whichello’s voice had dropped lower, rougher, barely recognizable as his own. “Just need to fuck you before I lose my mind.”
Isaac’s grin turned feral. “Who says you get to be on top this time?”
The challenge sent another bolt of heat through Whichello’s body. Watching Isaac ride him, taking what he wanted, sounded like the kind of experience that would ruin him for a lifetime.
“You want control?” He released Isaac’s hair, hands moving to his mate's hips instead. “Take it.”
Something in Isaac’s expression shifted, confidence mixing with desire in a combination that made Whichello’s cock throb where it pressed against his mate's ass. Isaac reached for the nightstand, fumbling with the drawer until he found the lube he’d stashed in there. Unnecessary, but Whichello hadn’t pointed that out.
He watched as Isaac coated his fingers, a slight tremor running through his hands. Anticipation, maybe. Or the same need that was currently eating Whichello alive from the inside out.
Isaac reached behind himself, and Whichello knew the moment the first finger pushed inside from the way his mate's body tensed then relaxed. The position gave Whichello a perfect view of Isaac’s face, the way his eyes went half closed and his mouth fell open on a soft sound.
“Let me.” Whichello flipped Isaac around with ease, then his hands slid from Isaac’s hips to his ass, spreading him open so he could watch. “Let me see you open yourself up for me.”
Isaac’s fingers worked deeper, a second joining the first. His other hand braced against Whichello’s thigh for balance, nails scraping lightly across skin.
“More,” Whichello softly growled. “Need to see you take another.”
Isaac complied, three fingers now stretching his hole. His cock leaked steadily, fluid dripping onto Whichello’s stomach in warm drops that made everything feel more real, more intimate. This wasn’t some fantasy Whichello had conjured. This was his mate, his forever person, shamelessly showing Whichello how much he wanted him.
The thought made Whichello’s heart clench. Throughout his long existence he’d collected territory and enemies, building walls around himself until nothing could touch the parts that mattered. Then Isaac had appeared, all defiance and vulnerability, and those walls had crumbled like they were made of sand.
“You’re thinking again.” Isaac turned back around. The movement made every muscle in Whichello’s body go rigid, pleasure sparking up his back. “Stop thinking and fuck me already.”
Whichello smirked, hands tightening on his mate’s ass. “Demanding little thing, aren't you?”
“You love it.” Isaac positioned himself, the head of Whichello’s cock pressing against his hole. “Admit it.”
Whichello opened his mouth to respond, but then Isaac was sinking down, taking him in one slow movement that stole every thought from Whichello’s head. Tight heat enveloped him, Isaac’s body adjusting around the intrusion. Isaac took what he wanted with a confidence that made Whichello fucking proud.
“Oh hell.” Isaac’s head fell back, exposing the slim line of his throat. “You’re so deep like this.”
Whichello couldn’t form words. He could only watch as Isaac lifted himself up and dropped back down, setting a rhythm that held no mercy. Each movement sent pleasure racing through Whichello’s body.
His hips lifted to meet each downward thrust, driving deeper, and Isaac’s hands scrabbled for purchase on Whichello’s torso.
“Touch yourself.” Whichello’s voice came out as a growl, barely human. “Want to watch you stroke your cock while you ride me.”
Isaac’s hand wrapped around his shaft, moving in time with the rhythm of his hips. The visual nearly broke Whichello, his mate's face slack with pleasure, lips parted on sex noises that nearly broke Whichello. Beautiful didn’t cover it. Devastating came closer, but even that fell short of what he felt watching Isaac take his pleasure.
But his control had limits. He tightened his hands on Isaac’s waist, holding him in place as he thrust up hard enough to make his mate's eyes go wide.
“Fuck, yes.” Isaac’s laugh came out breathless, delighted. “There we go. Knew you couldn’t stay still for long.”
Whichello thrust again, harder this time, and Isaac bucked in his grip like he was riding a bronco. But his mate added just enough resistance, making Whichello work for it. Their eyes met, and an understanding passed between them, a recognition that they were both too stubborn to make this easy.
“It’s like that?” Whichello shifted his grip, pulling Isaac down as he thrust up, hitting that spot inside his mate that made coherent speech impossible. “Then let's play.”
Isaac worked his cock faster, his free hand pressed against Whichello’s torso for balance as he rode each thrust. Sweat made his skin gleam in the moonlight, and Whichello wanted to lick every inch of him clean, taste the salt and effort and the sweet flavor that was entirely Isaac.
