“That’s why stretching is important, so Iamready.”
Pyxlevir pulled out of Gramlithyn’s embrace and grabbed his hand to drag him to the bed. Gramlithyn sat and tugged Pyxlevir forward so the elf was between his knees. Their lips met, and Pyxlevir reached for the buttons on Gramlithyn’s button-down. Content to move slowly and allow Pyxlevir to do whatever he wanted, Gramlithyn rested his palms on his mate’s hips.
“I love you,” Gramlithyn murmured between kisses.
“I love you too,” Pyxlevir replied, caressing the bit of Gramlithyn’s skin he’d exposed.
Breathing deeply of Pyxlevir’s earthy carrot scent, Gramlithyn luxuriated in the swell of desire flowing throughhim. In the confines of his boxers and jeans, his cock hardened as Pyxlevir’s knuckles bumped his chest and belly.
Eager to fulfill their matebond, Gramlithyn’s zebra whinnied with excitement. Although their earlier exchange of blood had started the permanent connection of their souls, both man and beast were ready to be fully united with Pyxlevir for eternity. But it was imperative that Pyxlevir get maximum enjoyment en route to honoring Fate, so Gramlithyn taunted and teased him with his tongue.
Slipping his hands beneath Pyxlevir’s loose cotton top, Gramlithyn shoved it upward, and they broke their kiss long enough to tug the garment above his head and toss it aside. Gramlithyn wiggled his shoulders as he peeled his shirt off and let it fall heedlessly to the floor. With a small jerk, Pyxlevir unsnapped Gramlithyn’s jeans.
Their eyes locked. Pyxlevir grinned. His cheeks had hints of purple thanks to the flush of his arousal, and he’d never looked more gorgeous. Gramlithyn supposed it was due to the dark green and navy scrollwork dancing up his cheek. The stunning elf yanked Gramlithyn’s zipper, and the hybrid sucked in a breath.
That tiny bit of friction on his cock sent a wave of pleasure through Gramlithyn. Reminding himself not to get carried away, Gramlithyn kissed Pyxlevir gently. Then he carefully worked Pyxlevir’s pajamas over his rigid length and slid them to the floor. Pyxlevir stepped out of his pants and hopped onto the bed, his purplish-blue dick rising from its nest of raven curls and bobbing as he moved.
Tearing his gaze from that incredible sight, Gramlithyn stood and shucked off the last of his own clothes. He snagged a bottle of lube from the nightstand and joined Pyxlevir on the mattress. The elf had already whipped the blanket to rest in a rumpled mess near the footboard.
Gramlithyn’s zebra snorted with delight at the mating mark Fate had etched onto Pyxlevir’s upper arm. It was a perfect replica of Gramlithyn’s beast, and knowing Pyxlevir would have it for eternity was overwhelmingly beautiful.
“Look at me,” Pyxlevir whispered, reaching out and caressing his likeness on Gramlithyn’s skin.
They shared a smile as Gramlithyn scooted close. Pyxlevir plastered himself to Gramlithyn, and their mouths met in a tangle of tongues. As tempting as it was to lose himself in their kisses, his balls would burst if he didn’t stay focused on their goal of uniting their bodies fully.
“Lube,” Gramlithyn muttered. Along with his rampant desire, Gramlithyn had a growing case of nerves. They were both newcomers to intercourse, and the last thing Gramlithyn wanted was to fuck it up. He fumbled to get the bottle open but eventually managed to dump some slick onto his fingers.
“Relax, we’re in this together,” Pyxlevir whispered as he slung a leg up onto Gramlithyn’s hip.
Gramlithyn tossed the bottle aside and carefully traced Pyxlevir’s hole. The tight skin was crinkly to the touch. It was also sensitive. Pyxlevir moaned and arched closer to Gramlithyn. With his eyes locked on Pyxlevir’s face, Gramlithyn carefully worked a single finger into his mate.
Pyxlevir nipped his chin and gripped Gramlithyn’s shoulder.
“Tell me how it feels,” Gramlithyn encouraged softly.
“I like it. What’s it feel like for you?”
Moving in and out of Pyxlevir’s center, Gramlithyn kissed his top lip. “It’s snug.”
“Your big carrot is gonna love it.”
Gramlithyn hoped he could hold off long enough to experience it. Being near a naked Pyxlevir was pure temptation on any day, but knowing he’d be inside him and that they werecompleting their matebond already had him teetering on the edge.
Their mouths met, and Gramlithyn kissed him lazily as he took his time ensuring Pyxlevir was comfortable with this new form of intimacy. Pyxlevir’s wiggles and moans assured Gramlithyn that his other half wasn’t experiencing anything other than pleasure. With every passing moment, a growing voice encouraged Gramlithyn to move faster. His zebra pranced in his head, as excited as Gramlithyn’s eager dick.
But Gramlithyn was focused on Pyxlevir.
“Can I put two fingers inside you?” Gramlithyn asked.
“Fuck yeah, you can.”
Fortified by Pyxlevir’s quick reply, Gramlithyn slid two slick digits into his mate. Pyxlevir moaned Gramlithyn’s name and bit his own lip, his eyes falling shut.
“Still good?” Gramlithyn asked, enjoying the obvious desire on Pyxlevir’s stunning face.
“Mmm, yes. Highly recommend.”
Gramlithyn peppered Pyxlevir’s nose, cheeks, and jaw with gentle kisses as he stretched him while ignoring the raging inferno heating his blood. He wanted to plunge into Pyxlevir and fuck him until they both screamed. It was far too ambitious a plan for tonight, but Gramlithyn hoped someday they’d fulfill that fantasy. His zebra snorted with excitement at the thought.
