Wyn scrambled to his feet, raced to my bedroom, and crawled onto my bed. He rested on his elbows, his butt in the air and tail thrashing. He looked over his shoulder at me with a smile. “Come on, Monqilcolnen.”
“By the Crystal,” I whispered, loving him using my name, loving his smile, loving him in my bed. His butt was plump and full, not to mention wagging back and forth as if he was attempting to lure me closer. If that was true, it worked. I dragged my hands up his muscled thighs to his round cheeks, palming them, then squeezing.
Wyn’s tail coiled around my arm. “I want you, Monqilcolnen. Please.”
“How much?”
“So much. I need you.”
I pressed a kiss to the sensitive scales above his tail, and Wyn cried out. I mouthed where his tail connected to his spine, ripping needy whimpers from him. I licked and nibbled to make Wyn gasp and call my name, which he did. Each plea of my name stirred me and made my cock buck. I could probably come like this, just hearing him calling for me.
“Are you desperate for me?” I asked, breath rushing over his wet scales.
“Yes.”
“You need my cock filling you, stretching you?”
“So badly.” Wyn pushed his butt backward toward me, presenting himself.
I spanked him, the slap ringing in the room, and Wyn jolted before shoving his butt back again. I slapped the fatty part of his cheek again, and Wyn cried out. Pre-seed dripped out of him and soaked the bedding.
Kissing his butt cheeks, I fought the urge to nuzzle him. The instinct to scent mark him and claim him as mine was so strong I had to pause and breathe through it. Wyn was mine, but he hadn’t consented to scent marking. Yet. One day he would, and we would spend the rest of our lives together.
Once I’d suppressed the instinct, I pulled his cheeks apart. “You’re beautiful,” I whispered. The furled skin and delicate scales of his hole were a shade darker than the rest of his body. It was lovely.
“Fuck me.”
“Patience. Let me taste you first.” Rimming my partner was one of my favorite things to do. In time, I would pleasure Wyn over and over again by fucking him with my tongue and strokinghim off. But tonight, I would never be able to last like that. However, I still wished to taste him.
I dragged my tongue over him, and Wyn jerked, calling my name. He was perfect, utterly perfect. I licked and loosened his hole, circling his rim, then plunging inside of him. Wyn cried out as I fucked into the boiling heat of him.
“Monqilcolnen, please. I need you.”
I ignored him. Wyn had told me he liked being denied, so deny him I did. He would give me his safe word if he decided he was done. So I continued to lick, suck, and fuck his hole to settle the coiling need I had to claim him.
When Wyn was rambling nonsense and his cock was dripping in need, I pulled back. Whispering against his hole, I asked, “Do you want me to fuck you bare?”
“Yes.”
I hesitated. Technically, we needed to use a sleeve to protect us from any diseases. I was healthy with nothing to pass on, but I wasn’t sure about Wyn. He most likely had been sexually active recently, unlike me.
He looked over his shoulder, saliva making his lips shiny. His tail nudged my chin. “I am healthy, Monqilcolnen. I haven’t fucked anyone since my last screening.”
“Neither have I. I’m healthy as well.” This was something we should have discussed in the permission conversation, but it had slipped my mind. Sex wasn’t a huge part of my life, especially in recent times. I did indulge in partners every once in a while, but in the last three years, they had been scarcer than usual—I had only desired Wyn.
“Then fuck me bare, please. I swear not to be with anyone else,” Wyn said. “I need to feel your seed filling me and spilling out of me.”
I groaned.
Straightening, I slapped his butt, and Wyn yelped, burying his head in the bed and forcing his butt up even higher. I grabbed the slick and squirted some onto my fingers. I pressed one into Wyn, and he groaned, not even waiting a breath before he ground back on the digit to get me in deeper.
With a smile, I let Wyn play for a few moments by fucking himself on my finger. He didn’t need much prepping, just some lube and this was enough, but I adored watching his hole swallowing my finger. And seeing Wyn take his pleasure on my finger was extremely attractive.
I withdrew, and Wyn shook his head. “No, please. I need to be filled.”
I chuckled. The neediness in his voice was like music. “Oh, Wyn, I will not leave your desperate little hole empty.”
He glanced over his shoulder at me, lifting his eyebrows. He chuckled. Clearly, I hadn’t done that well.
