Authors: Marcy Jacks
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“That…that ”…
“I know,” Ryan said then briefly let go of Blasius’s cock to get out of his jeans. He kicked them away, and because neither of them wore any shirts or underwear, they were now both gloriously naked in front of each other.
Blasius looked like a contender for the Mr. Universe contest. His
body downright dwarfed Ryan’s, and Ryan had never thought of
himself as being a small man.
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It kind of made him wonder what Blasius had ever seen in him to
begin with. From what he could put together, he didn’t look any different in his previous life compared to now, unlike Blasius, who did have a couple of subtle differences about him.
Because of the hand job with the lotion, Blasius hardly seemed to notice the way Ryan was thinking again, but Ryan was having no doubts. Looking down on the other man, he wanted him. His cock throbbed, practically begging for some sort of attention.
“Here,” Ryan said, putting the still-open bottle in Blasius’s hand.
Blasius looked down at it like he didn’t know what to do with it.
Ryan expected that was because he was still too far gone from being stroked by Ryan’s hand.
Ryan had to help him out. He opened the bottle and put a couple of drops onto Blasius’s fingers, thoroughly coating them.
Blasius grinned, understanding finally dawning on him. “So this is how two men are expected to fuck. I must say I look forward to trying it.”
“Well, sunscreen isn’t sold for that reason, but there are other
things you can get to make it even better.” Ryan shivered at his own words, and his eyes met Blasius’s.
Ryan let himself fall back to the foot of the bed, pulling Blasius on top of him.
Despite acting like he didn’t know any better, Blasius took it from there like a pro. He grabbed Ryan’s leg and hooked it over his shoulder, and then Ryan felt the tip of one of his blunt fingers prodding against his hole.
Blasius was quick about it. There was no asking him if he was all right, slowing down, or hesitation. None of that stuff that Ryan thought had been expected of him whenever he took a lover.
None of it was needed, either. If Blasius had stopped or slowed down to ask him what he was thinking, of if he was comfortable, Ryan might’ve panicked and called the whole thing off.
It kind of made Ryan wonder how he had ever gotten laid to begin
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with.
Ryan did all the things he knew he was supposed to do when being prepared for sex. He eased his breathing, pushed out when Blasius added another finger to his hole, scissoring them to further stretch out the muscle, and then reminded himself that the burn was
only going to get better when―
Ryan’s body went tight, his fingers gripping the blankets beneath him as he moaned at the sudden onslaught of pleasure that shot through his body with the speed of a bullet.
His back arched, and he would’ve come right off the bed had Blasius not placed his large hand in the middle of Ryan’s chest and held him down.
“There it is,” he heard the other man mutter.
Ryan looked down to try and see what was happening, but of course he couldn’t see the fingers in his ass.
He could, however, see the way Blasius’s arm moved in that back and forth rhythmic pattern as he fucked Ryan with his fingers, as well as the concentration on his face as he was so focused on what he was
doing.
That didn’t make the other man any less desperate to get inside of
him, considering the color his prick had turned while it waited to be
pleasured.
Ryan bit down on his bottom lip as Blasius found his prostate again and continued to tease it.
He grabbed for Blasius’s arms when he could take no more and tried to yank the man on top of him, but it was like trying to move a thousand-pound statue.
“I thought I was supposed to be stronger as a werewolf?” Ryan snarled, his impatience getting the better of him.
He reached down to grab hold of his prick.
Blasius slapped his hands away, and when he tried again, he grabbed Ryan by the fingers and held both of his hands down on his chest.
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“You are, but I am still stronger,” Blasius said, his grin showing
off his teeth.
Ryan couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck me already.”
He needed it. He needed Blasius to take him.
Blasius must have seen that desperation in Ryan’s eyes because he became serious again, removed his fingers, and lined up the head of his dick with Ryan’s pucker.
Ryan’s breath caught in his throat when Blasius thrust inside, and his entire body tensed with the pain he felt.
For the first time, Blasius actually hesitated to look down at him, almost as though he were making certain that Ryan was okay.
He didn’t ask him, though. Probably because he knew that if he did, Ryan would tell him that, no, this was not okay. This fucking hurt, and he ’d changed his mind.
Blasius just waited for him to adjust instead.
Ryan hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath, but when he let his out, his face became several degrees cooler, and his body managedto relax just a little. Then the pain faded into a dull burn.
“Move,” he said.
Blasius nodded, seeming to let out a breath of his own as he slowly began thrusting his hips.
Ryan held still at the push and pull he felt inside of him, still very much painful but lessening by increments with each thrust of Blasius’s cock inside of him. Ryan focused on that feeling instead, and it helped.
It was nothing that he’d ever felt before, yet so right. As his body began to better accept the intrusion, Ryan found himself participating, thrusting back against Blasius’s cock and enjoying the harsh breathing and moans that came from his lover.
And they were lovers, he realized, and not just because of that one time they’d had together when Ryan was getting sick or because of what had happened to them over a thousand years ago. They were lovers.
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Finally, what Ryan had been yearning for suddenly happened. The terrible thoughts and memories were taken away from him as Blasius sped up the motions of his body. The pain faded away as though a fog had dispersed, and when Blasius’s cock brushed against Ryan’s prostate, he shouted out his pleasure.
“Oh, fuck! Right there!” Ryan yelled, tightening his legs around Blasius’s hips and shoulder, his hands gripping the man’s back, nails dragging down as he tried to pull Blasius closer to him and deeper inside of him.
Blasius’s neck tightened as he groaned through his teeth. His body jerked quickly, pelvis thrusting until their bodies were punching against each other. Ryan felt the weight of Blasius’s balls rocking against his thighs, and he loved it.
“Tell me ye’re mine, dragon.”
Ryan moaned, but he had no idea what it was that Blasius just said.
“Tell me that ye are mine,” Blasius demanded, his gold eyes turning even brighter as he practically glared down at Ryan.
Now he understood. He also understood the way Blasius had slowed down, as though he meant to stop.
“I’m yours! I’m yours! Don’t stop!”
How is it that Ryan went his whole life without ever letting anyone do this to him? This was the most amazing feeling he’d ever experienced, and whether or not he decided to leave this place, he was going to make sure that he and Blasius fucked like this a lot more often.
Blasius complied with the demand, his already quickly moving hips pumping even faster, harder, until Ryan realized that his head was poking off the foot of the bed.
If Blasius kept this up, he was going to fuck Ryan clear off the bed.
It wasn’t until the wooden bed frame was pushing against Ryan’s lower back that he was able to reach out and grab hold of it to keep
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himself from falling off.
Blasius groaned at the sight, his hand finding Ryan’s hair as he pulled them together for another kiss. Ryan was going to be squished if they kept this up.
He wanted to wrap his arms around Blasius’s shoulders, to feel his warm skin under his hands, but he didn’t dare let go of the bed in case they were to both fall off.
Then Blasius released a deep groan, the sudden movement of his hips slowing only a little but the force of his thrusts becoming
stronger, the groans leaving his mouth a little more ragged.
“Coming for me?” Ryan asked.
Blasius made a noise that Ryan took to be an affirmative.
They weren’t done with this yet. Ryan had told Blasius that he
was his, and now he wanted the other man to return the favor before
they were both thrown over the edge.
There was nothing Ryan could do to get his attention or make him stop, so he had to settle with grabbing some of that blond hair of his and yanking down until Blasius was looking him in the eyes. They were clouded with lust.
“You are mine,” Ryan said.
Blasius’s face was flushed a nice pink color, but he still
understood and nodded.
Ryan tightened the grip on his fingers. “Tell me. Tell me that you’re mine,” he snarled, hardly knowing where this was coming from.
“I’m yours,” Blasius said, and then he squeezed his eyes shut, his mouth falling open as he looped his arms around Ryan’s torso and came hard inside of him.
Ryan was forced to wait until Blasius’s body stilled. He trembled roughly, but when he stopped milking himself inside of Ryan’s body, Ryan was finally able to lower his leg from Blasius’s shoulder and nudge the both of them back onto the bed.
Only then did Blasius seem to notice how close to the edge they
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both had been, as well as Ryan’s now-painful erection, and he laughed.
His laugh was a booming sound that filled the whole room. Ryan found that he liked it.
“Allow me to handle that for you,” Blasius said, and the both of
them had to maneuver around a bit before Blasius had Ryan’s legs
over the side of the mattress, and Blasius’s lips went around Ryan’s
dick.
Ryan put his hand into Blasius’s hair, the strong feeling of déjà vu coming over him as he watched Blasius’s head bob up and down, working his cock, and soon Ryan was gasping again.
“Suck me harder,” he commanded, shifting his hips and fucking Blasius’s mouth.
Blasius complied with the demand as best as he was able to, using his fist to stroke the part of Ryan’s cock that his mouth could not quite reach.
Ryan didn’t mind. All he cared about was the warm buzz filling inside of him and the building pleasure.
His ass moved quickly against the mattress as he shifted his hips to better thrust into that hot mouth. Blasius’s lips had gone so pink, the way he tightened his cheeks, and―
Ryan threw his head back as he came, shooting himself down Blasius’s throat, but the man didn’t stop sucking on him until Ryan stopped trembling.
Ryan collapsed onto the bed when Blasius’s mouth released his prick. He found himself drawn to the other man when Blasius climbed into bed with him. Like an insect to a bright light, he had no control over his body as he lazily rolled over, his hand sliding across Blasius’s chest and his head coming to rest on the other man’s large shoulder.
They were quiet for the moment, except for the sounds of their breathing, which was only just starting to return to normal.
Ryan wasn’t the kind of guy to immediately fall asleep after sex,
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but it did make him pretty tired.
Still, he was curious. Maybe that was just a product of all the experience he’d had as a detective.
“What just happened?”
Blasius was running his fingers through Ryan’s hair, stroking him like he was a newly tamed animal. Ryan kind of liked that feeling. It also made him sleepier.
The other werewolf made a noise as though he was thinking. “I
imagine we just completed our bond.”
“I thought we already did that?”
Blasius nodded. “We have, but the first time is not always a complete process, and even if it was, renewing it is always recommended.”
He could almost hear the grin in Blasius’s words. Since Ryan had no inside knowledge on how werewolf mating worked, he was going to have to take Blasius’s word on it.
Maybe he was right, considering how lulled Ryan felt. He’d never been so relaxed before in his life, not even when he’d been in college. He couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t stressed about