Speaking of which. “Bedroom, now. We need lube.” He wheeled around, tugging his shirt free and whipping it over his head as he went. His slacks went next, the fabric pooling at his feet as he stepped out of them. He hadn’t worn socks. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the cabinet by the bed with one hand and wrenched the covers off the bed with the other. Gethin had only made it as far as the bedroom door. He stood open-mouthed, but his gaze was hot as it raked over Sorley’s bare limbs.
“You always wear silk boxers?” he croaked.
Sorley grinned and palmed his crotch through the scarlet fabric. “Silk, satin, or nowt. Life’s too long to wear scratchy underwear. Get naked, man, I’m waiting.” He slid to the bed and propped himself against the pillows, catching Gethin’s eye and making a deliberate slow sweep of his lips with his tongue. “If you’re really nice to me, I’ll suck your cock.”
Gethin’s luscious, furred torso appeared as he dropped his shirt onto the chair. His tone strained, he grunted, “I think perhaps you’ll suck it anyway.” He quickly removed the rest of his clothes, then hesitated, thumbs in the waistband of his underwear.
“C’mere,” Sorley said thickly, crooking a finger. No matter how much the shifter annoyed him, Gethin’s bulging biceps and thick thighs made his mouth water, and the generous package in his briefs was too tantalising to resist. Sorley swung his legs over the side of the mattress and sat up, drawing Gethin between his thighs. The wolf was at the right height now. Sorley flicked a glance upwards, then straight ahead again. The soft cotton of Gethin’s boxer briefs stretched as his dick lengthened, a wet spot darkening the fabric. Sorley moaned. “Fuck, you smell good.”
He leaned forwards to rest his forehead on Gethin’s thigh, intending to tease him. His brain wanted to know why this wolf, this irascible thorn in Sorley’s side, should be the one shifter he’d met that, instead of repelling him with a scent he’d come to associate with their kind, smelled so good he attracted him like iron filings to a magnet. Everything about Gethin was a bad idea, not least of which was his self-loathing, but thewantinside Sorley made him dizzy.
Instead of torturing the man, his own need for fulfilment made him turn his head. He mouthed the damp cotton and moaned again. Gethin’s cock jerked, and his fist curled in Sorley’s hair. Sorley slid a hand into his own underwear, freeing his eager erection.
“Please.” It came out as a whisper. Sorley huffed again, hoping his breath was warm enough to encourage the pulsing flesh beneath him. Gethin’s groan sounded broken. “Yeah, like that. Again.” He appeared to have shed the last of his reserve.
Sorley dragged the boxers down Gethin’s hips until they slid out of sight. He pressed his face into a nest of springy dark curls and inhaled deeply. His own cock slapped against his stomach as he bent forwards, desperate for attention. He didn’t know where to start. His chest felt tight and his balls ached.
“Fuck’s sake, you bloody tease. You gonna suck me or what?”
Oh yes. Wetting his lips once more, he grasped the base of Gethin’s dick lightly and licked the crown.So good.He sucked the head in, then mouthed his way down the shaft, further and further. A garbled whine and a tightening of the fingers in his hair spurred him on. He opened his throat and swallowed. Christ, Gethin felt amazing. If his own cock got any harder, he’d explode over himself as the pleasure he was giving echoed back to him. Had it ever felt this good before?
He dug his fingers into the shifter’s arse cheeks, urging him to move, to thrust, to fuck his face. Not needing to breathe was a huge advantage at times like this. It took a moment for Gethin to catch on, but he was a smart guy, or maybe just keen.
He felt the change in Gethin’s stance, minute but discernible, then the bracketing of his head between warm palms. “Gonna use you, okay?”
Oh yeah.Sorley leaned in closer, the hot scent of desperate arousal surrounding him. Gethin’s natural flavour wasn’t anything he could instantly pinpoint: bracken, pine, grassland? Maybe all of those and none. It was wild and earthy andoh,maybe there was a hint of fur in the mix, but it was a heady incense to someone already as consumed by lust as Sorley was. Sometimes he went down on guys because they expected it and he couldn’t be bothered to argue, but pleasuring Gethin this way made his blood sing.
He tasted the bitter-salt tang of pre-cum and tightened his grip on Gethin’s meaty backside encouragingly. But Gethin slowed, then stopped.
“Can I fuck you?” His words were slurred, his breathing choppy.
Sorley blinked up at him and eased off his cock. “Of course.”
He slid all the way out of his shorts and reached across the bed for the lube. Pressing it into Gethin’s palm, he swung onto his hands and knees, then grasped the headboard. His head partially turned, he eyed Gethin removing the lube cap with a slightly unsteady hand.
“Don’t go easy on me, will you?”
Gethin’s breath hitched. He shook his head. “Hard and fast then?”
Sorley nodded. “Aye. The way I feel right now, I’ve got the stamina, or lack of, of a teenage boy. You’ll need to be fast to keep up with me.”
“You don’t need to breathe and you deepthroated my cock like it was a toothpick. You really think my staying power’s not gonna be for shit?” He grinned and slapped Sorley’s arse cheek. “Still can’t believe I didn’t nut in your mouth. That’s some sinful talent you have.” He climbed behind Sorley and dragged warm, solid hands along the length of his spine, slowly, deeply, from his neck to his tailbone. He leaned over, his next words hot against Sorley’s ear. “I’m gonna open you up nicely, then fucking ruin your hole. That sound all right?”
“Gngh,” Sorley garbled. His cock jerked again, as needy as the rest of him. He whined when the hot, thick press of Gethin’s fingers stretched his rim. Allowing his head to fall forwards, he rested it on his forearm, using the headboard for balance. When the head of Gethin’s cock pushed against his hole, he groaned. “Harder.”
“Calm yourself, boyo, I don’t want to actually ruin you.”
“I’ll mend.” Did that sound desperate? Yes, it probably did, a bit. Oh well. “Fucking hurry up, Hughes. I need to come.”
At this angle, Gethin’s dick seemed larger than it had previously. Sorley panted as the big man inched in, the sting of the stretch bordering on painful. He adjusted his position, and immediately moaned like a slut when he felt the scrape of pubes against his arse.
He could feel Gethin’s grin against his neck. “So, ’til your fangs rattle, I think you said?”
“Oh God…”
“He won’t help you now.” Gethin withdrew right to the tip, then slammed back in. The breath he didn’t need whooshed out of Sorley like he’d been winded. He gripped the headboard and hung on.
Gethin pounded into him as if pursued by demons. The pace was brutal, relentless, and bone-jarring. It was absolutely perfect.
