His hands are confident and strong, warming up the lube then applying a generous amount to us both. I’m open from his tongue and fingers, but in this position, I take a deep breath and relax. One touch, then another, until I can feel it—my body’s completely primed, every nerve eager for him.
I glance over my shoulder at him. He’s grinning, standing steady, his hands on my waist, at the perfect angle for what comes next. With me on all fours, he doesn’t have to bend at all—he’s exactly where he needs to be.
He places the head of his cock at my hole, adding just enough pressure to hold it there, and before he can ask, I say, “Good boy. Engage all systems at full power.”
There’s no laughter. Just Sean gripping my hips, carefully sliding himself all the way inside me. He pauses, and the room seems to hold its breath along with me.
“You okay?” His voice is quiet. Apparently, being inside me brings out a different side of my mate.
“Yes, you feel amazing.” I widen my knees. The slight adjustment sends a shiver up my spine as Sean’s dick reaches uncharted territory. “You fill me up so well.”
He pulls back until only the head remains then glides back in. He starts with a slow pace, I think for my comfort, but this bond with him flips a switch inside me—something primal, something I’m not used to feeling, comes rushing out.
“That’s it, Sean. Fuck me. Harder. Please.”
He picks up speed, and I thrust back with each plunge. When the sound of his skin meeting mine echoes through the room, Sean does something that takes me completely off guard. One hand drifts down, fingers wrapping around my horn, and the sudden, unexpected touch makes my head spin.
“Ohhhhh. Good boy. Good boy.” The words spill out as I lower myself onto my elbows. The pleasure of having him rearrange my insides as he massages my horn overwhelms me. It’s too much. Not enough. It’s everything.
I’m lost in complete ecstasy. At this point, an earthquake, meteor, and tsunami could all hit Crownpoint, and I wouldn’t flinch.
But then, Sean pauses. Pulls out. And crouches down next to my face.
“Greg?”
“Mmmmh.”
I’m still ass up, words failing me, heat fusing in every nerve ending.
“This is hot as fuck, but… I want to see your face. Kiss you.”
A little thrill zooms through my body. My mate—my (sometimes) grumpy, amazing, infuriatingly perfect mate—wants to look at me. Wants to kiss me. My brain is mostly glitching, but one part of me, the part that’s completely sure, shouts: yes.
So I flip onto my back, pulling him close. His warmth presses into me, the smell of him, the taste, the weight, and I realize, he’s mine. Sean’s face barely reaches my chin, but with a pillow propped behind my head, I’m able to kiss him. My fingers dig into his ass, not too rough, just enough to draw him deeper with each plunge inside.
There’s zero doubt about it. This is making love. This is my mate.
“Gods, I love you.”
And there, I’ve said it. Mid-thrust.
But holding his face this way, feeling his lips, his hands, the way he’s completely mine in this moment, it hits me all at once—how much I’ve wanted this, needed him, needed us. My heart races, and I swear I could stay like this forever, lost in the connection.
Sean pauses, hand on my sweaty face, and removes my glasses. I open my mouth to protest, but he puts a finger over my lips.
“Just for a second. I need nothing between us.”He kisses me softly, gently, and I melt into it. “I love you, too, Greg. And not just because I’m literally inside you right now. I love you because you’re dorky, brilliant, ridiculously sweet, and completely mine. Every part of you. Always.”
My eyes are damp, sure from sweat, but mostly from what he’s said. How this feels.
“All my life, I wondered if I’d ever find my mate,” I say, grinning. “And then you walked into Labyrinth Solutions—crabby, determined to destroy every piece of technology you could find, glaring at me like I invented the entire network to sabotage you, and somehow… somehow, I knew.” I shrug, trying to act casual. “I knew that if anyone could make my circuits fry and my heart skip beats at the same time, it would be you.”
We lock mouths, everything raw and real, too much and not nearly enough. My hands find every inch of him, memorizing him like a line of repeated code, and for a second, I swear I’m in heaven.
“Now…” I pull back, my hands squeezing his ass. “Let’s make a mess.”
Sean laughs, but then, shifting up a little, braces himself on my chest and resumes fucking me like our lives depend on it. I breathe him in, our scents mingling in the best way. He reaches for both of my piercings, twisting just enough that my thighs quake as the first hint of my orgasm taps at the base of my spine.
“Fuck.” It comes out with a low growl because I’ve never had anyone play with them while plowing me. “Wreck my hole, good boy.”
