That worked for him.
He was a huge fan of getting his hands on Race wherever he could manage it.
He intended to manage it as often as possible.
Race chuckled, rubbing against him, loving on him with those clever hands. He did love how nimble Race was. Race pinched and stroked and teased, lighting up his nerves.
Con returned the favor and soon Race was pushing against him then pressing back against his hand because he had two fingers rubbing against Race’s soaking wet hole. He didn’t have them inside Race’s body yet, but it was coming soon, and he could feel the heat already.
“Need more,” Race told him. “I need you to put those inside me.”
“Anything you want baby. You’re driving me crazy.” Con carefully slid one finger inside Race’s body, pushing it deep,though, not just playing. He didn’t want to tease, but he knew he had big heavy paws, and he wasn’t about to hurt Race at all.
Race rode his finger, rising up and coming back down, knees braced on either side of his thighs. It rubbed their cocks together against his belly, and Connal groaned, feeling his balls draw up a little bit. It was so good to feel so alive and, while he wanted to fuck Race really badly, he could also come like this. It would be great.
“You sure you want to come in the water and have to clean out the hot tub?” Race asked him.
“Filters are a little bit difficult to clean sometimes…”
“There’s that really nice padded chaise lounge, like, three feet away from the hot tub,” Race pointed out. “And I happen to know you made the frame out of solid steel.”
“I did. There’s even a blanket tucked away underneath it in the little container.” They had no reason to freeze their asses off while they were having sex, and where they lived the air could always be a little chilly even in the summer.
“Then let’s move to the chair. We can always come back and soak in the tub after.”
“Mmm…soak, sex, soak again. I like it.”
“I knew you would.” Grabbing his neck, Race clung to him, and he lifted Race up and stood, leaving his finger right where it was.
“Talented. Can you manage and get out of the tub without dropping, impaling, or killing either one of us? That is the question.”
“I can. I have long legs.” In fact, he could sit on the edge of the tub and put Race on his lap so they could just turn out, and he could put his feet on the deck. Boom.
Race was chuckling, bouncing against him.
“Are you laughing at me?”
Race snorted. “With you.With. You.”
After he stood, he staggered to the chaise, flopping down and making Race grunt with the pressure. Then he smacked Race’s ass with his free hand. “With me. Lord.”
“Race, baby, my name is Race.” His mate held his face and kissed him, the sensation fiery and wild.
Con felt it all the way to his balls, and he loved this. The wind was barely blowing enough to move the clouds, and he felt as free as he ever could as a human.
After very little time, he was up to three fingers inside Race, pushing in and out of Race’s soaking wet hole. Race was taking him so easily, preparing for his knot. “Please, mate. I’m tired of playing. Fuck me like I need?” Race was clear as crystal.
“Get up here.” Con scooted back on the chaise, lying face up, and tugged Race on top. He pulled his fingers free and lifted Race over him, staring into those bright, dark-brown eyes.
Race took him in — no hesitation, no stress, just surrounded him in wet heat.
He sank deep, his body taking long moments to adjust, his breath catching hard. God, that felt fucking amazing. Race was like a furnace, and he was so wet it eased the way even though Con’s knot was swelling wildly.
“Love.” Race dropped one heady, deep kiss after another on his lips, on his chin, on his cheeks.
“Mmmm. Yes. Love.” He gripped Race’s ass cheeks and raised him, then lowered him, getting a rhythm going.
Race’s bear was solid, lean, and Con’s mouth was dry with his need. He moaned, throwing his head back so he could thrust up, getting leverage that way.
