by Marcy Jacks
So Tristan kissed him again. He grabbed the back of Mike’s head, pulling him close, their lips clashing together beautifully. Mike leaned into it and held Tristan back, as though he was afraid of letting Tristan go.
Chapter Eleven
Mike moaned when he felt the touch of Tristan’s tongue against his own. He opened his mouth, welcoming it inside his mouth and meeting it with his own.
This part was gentler than most of the previous kisses they’d given each other. This kiss felt just as desperate, but there was something to it, something that felt more like coming home after a long time away.
No, not just coming home, but being welcomed there by the person he loved.
It was a welcome and it was an apology from the both of them. For the way they’d behaved to each other. Their terrible first meeting, and then the misunderstandings after.
Mike wasn’t simply feeling these things on his own, either. Some of this belonged to Tristan. The other man didn’t have a damned thing to feel guilty or apologize for. Mike wanted to make that clear to him right now. He was in the right. Tristan was always there for him, never pushing too hard, but staying close enough that Mike was aware of what was going on. He never used the mating as an excuse to do something they both would have regretted. Mike was grateful for that, even if he wished he hadn’t been so stupid and had picked up on what was happening a lot sooner.
It might have made both of their lives so much easier, but there was always the chance to make up for lost time. Starting right now.
Mike was careful to keep his hands away from Tristan’s injured shoulder. It was hard to forget about it when his own shoulder ached as much as it did, and the bandages on him made his movements tight. At least then there was no chance for him to accidentally scrape his hands across the man’s wound while Mike pulled his shirt off.
“I need you,” Mike breathed, inching himself closer, pleased when Tristan stood between his knees and Mike could feel the length of his cock there.
Not just his prick, but he could also feel the pulsing of his heart, the heat of his blood, his absolute want for Mike.
Mike never felt more… special. It seemed kind of small, but it was there. He actually felt special to Tristan, and he liked this. Mainly because no one had ever wanted him the way he felt Tristan’s want for him.
“I need you, too,” Tristan said. “Will you stay? When this is over and we’re done?”
Mike’s chest was going to explode with all the feel good vibes he was getting from this. His eyes actually burned.
God, he was such a sap.
“Yeah. I will. I mean, I’ll want to get my things if that’s okay, but if you want me here, I’ll stay.”
There was no question that Tristan meant it permanently, so Mike wasn’t going to even pretend he didn’t understand. This was going to be full time, and Mike was totally on board.
They pulled at each other, as though their bodies had minds of their own, and they were desperate for the touch of skin.
Mike already had his shirt off, so it was just a matter of getting Tristan to raise his arms up to the sky and allow Mike to pull his shirt off. Mike did so, throwing it away, not bothering with watching where it was going to land.
He pulled Tristan to him again, spreading his thighs farther apart, pleased when Tristan’s hand gripped at his ass and pulled him flush against Tristan’s body. He moaned. Their pants were still on, but it felt wonderfully warm to be held like this.
Tristan was right. The wound on his shoulder was already starting to scab over. Mike could see where it had been bleeding, but it wasn’t a problem for him anymore. He was just going to be careful to not touch the wound, and everything would be all right.
It seemed neither of them had any intentions of doing this in a bed. That was fine. Right here was all right with Mike so long as he got what he wanted, and right now, he wanted Tristan out of his pants. He wanted the man’s cock in his hand, in his mouth, he wanted to touch and taste every inch of him and never stop until Tristan was begging for mercy.
Chuckling, the larger man pulled back suddenly, looking at Mike with a fire in his eyes. “Why do I get the feeling I’m going to be put into a couple of strange positions with you?”
Mike didn’t get it. “What do you mean?”
Tristan pressed a finger to Mike’s head. “I mean that I keep sensing you want to do all kinds of wicked things to me. What plans have you got in there?”
Mike swatted his finger away. “Not your business. You’re going to have to wait and see for that.”
There was no way in hell he was going to easily give up what he’d been thinking about. Mate or no mate, they needed to get to know each other a little better before Mike was going to let this mate rummage around inside the perverted space of his mind. That was super secret and only a blessed, chosen few were going to have access to those riches.
Tristan narrowed an eye at him, as though he was really trying to see in there.
Mike crossed his arms. “Nope. Forget it.”
Thankfully, Tristan seemed to give in. “All right. If you say so. I can smooth talk your secrets out of you later.”
“You’d better be some amazing smooth talker.”
“I am,” Tristan said, no hint of irony in his voice. He was being perfectly serious, and it kind of made Mike a little hotter.
The kissing started up again. It was perfect. Mike didn’t think he’d ever been kissed like this, like he was loved, and he kissed back because he was in love with the man who held him and touched him like this.
He hoped they got to do a lot more kissing. It didn’t even have to always lead to sex, provided the kissing was as amazing as this. But sex was definitely something Mike needed.
He could still remember what it felt like to have an orgasm that lasted minutes at a time, and it was as though his dick was doing everything possible to remind him of that, too, because it throbbed and begged for attention like it had never been touched before in his life.
That was one thing Mike didn’t mind having his mind read on. He loved that Tristan could get a feel for him, that he knew what Mike wanted and where he wanted it. It was like having a mate who could read his mind but didn’t get into all the pervy details.
So when Tristan shoved Mike’s pants down and around his knees, Mike sighed as his cock bobbed free. Then he moaned when Tristan sank to his knees and pressed his mouth around the head.
Tristan was shockingly good at this, and now that Tristan was going down on him for a second time, Mike realized he almost forgot what it had felt like in the first place.
Which should have been impossible. How could he ever forget what this could feel like?
Mike slid his fingers into Tristan’s hair, gently pushing his cock between those perfect lips. It was kind of an awkward thing for him to do, trying to thrust back and forth when he was still sitting on the bathroom counter, but he managed. Tristan tightened his lips before bobbing his head up and down, making sure Mike had everything he needed to really get going.
“That feels good,” Mike sighed, then he clenched his teeth, struggling to keep from gripping Tristan’s hair too much. “I don’t want to come in your mouth again. I want you inside me when it happens.”
Tristan glanced up at him, his mouth spread wide around the base of Mike’s prick, and he winked. Mike didn’t need that to be able to tell the other man was going to give him exactly what he wanted.
Thank God for that. Mike could really get used to this pseudo mind reading thing.
A feeling was suddenly pushed inside him that came from Tristan. The sort of thing that told him they were both going to be enjoying this for a long time coming.
Mike found himself leaning back against the mirror behind him, pushing his hips up, his leg coming to rest on Tristan’s good shoulder. He wished he could both of his legs up, but this was still all right. He let himself get swept away by the pleasure of it, by the increasing heat in the bathroom, knowing he was good to go fo
r as long as he needed.
Tristan wouldn’t let him come until it was time, and Mike trusted him with everything he had to make that happen.
Tristan seemed determined to draw out his pleasure for as long as possible as well.
It seemed to go on and on. Mike wished he’d set a timer because this had to be some kind of world record.
Not that it mattered because no sooner had he started to realize how long Tristan was keeping him on that edge did Mike become a little too close to falling over it.
He groaned, ready to let himself come. He didn’t care anymore. He wanted the orgasm. Tristan could give it to him however he saw fit and Mike would thank him for it. But Tristan seemed to have other plans. The man pulled that perfect mouth away from Mike’s cock, leaving it wet and shiny, and even a little cold, but his hand gripped tightly around the base, stopping Mike from orgasming when he was so close, when he wanted it so damned bad.
“Oh fuck, no, no, please. I need… don’t stop,” he begged.
“I made you a promise,” Tristan said, standing to his full height again and dragging Mike off the counter so he was standing with him. “I keep my promises. Doesn’t matter how much I like the taste of your cock.”
He abruptly spun Mike around to face the mirror. It gave Mike pause, seeing himself and Tristan like this.
Really? Was this what they looked like?
Tristan looked hot. Mike looked a little scruffy, his cheeks bright pink and his hair messy.
Not that Tristan seemed to mind as he slid the head of his cock against Mike’s crease, teasing him.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
Mike gasped for breath as he felt that teasing touch against his hole. “Are you… are you sure you can’t read my mind?”
“Very sure, and you can’t read mine,” Tristan said. “Thank God.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” Tristan grabbed a bottle of what might have been hand lotion, and he poured some of it into his hand. “I don’t want you seeing all the pervy things I’ve got flying around my head at any given time.”
Oh God, they were soul mates. That was the only way to describe it. This was Mike’s true love and Tristan was just like him.
How the hell did Mike go for his entire life without having this man around? Everything else felt so empty in comparison to the beauty of this.
“You like hearing that, do you?” Tristan pushed his fingers into Mike’s hole, stretching him, making him grunt.
“Yeah,” Mike moaned. “I like knowing you’re just as twisted as me.” He also liked knowing his mate was as normal and down to earth. Made the man seem a little more attainable.
It seemed even when Mike was about to get fucked by the man, that he still had some hang ups that needed taking care of.
Strange how that worked, that having sex and deciding to be with each other didn’t magically make everything else go away.
The way Tristan touched and stroked him, how he whispered encouraging things into his ear sure did help, Mike had to give him that.
Tristan pressed a kiss to the back of Mike’s neck as he pushed his cock deep inside him. Mike opened his mouth and sighed. This was a welcome reminder. Being filled, having his body stretched with Tristan’s cock, having the other man inside him.
Claiming him.
Mike loved this. He loved Tristan. He wanted so much more and he was never going to let it go now that he had it.
“Mine,” Tristan said, whispering sweetly in his hear before kissing the sensitive shell. “You’re mine now.”
Mike grinned up at his mate. “This means you’re mine, too. S-so don’t get too full of yourself.”
“I can make a joke right about now about you being full of me.” He thrust forward hard, holding position for long enough to make Mike really get into it.
And then it wasn’t so much about enjoying the moment as it was about getting off.
Mike pushed back hard and fast against the other man, trying to keep up with his rhythm, trying to make it as good for Tristan as it was for him, but even that didn’t matter anymore as the only thing important in the whole world became getting to that sweet release.
“I’m… I’m coming. T-Tristan! I’m—”
“I know, baby.” Tristan’s hand slid softly around his neck before Tristan’s lips sucked on the skin there. He fucked hard and quick into Mike, his movements jerky, as though he was on the edge, too.
Mike clenched his hole around the other man, welcoming it. Wanting it. Desperate to give to Tristan what he was getting even when the overflow of sensation became too much and Mike shouted his orgasm. He gripped the countertop, moaning as he spasmed his pleasure. Tristan held onto him tightly as Mike was reminded of how long an orgasm with a dragon could last.
Especially when they were newly mated.
Mike may have passed out a little from the pleasure of it. He was aware of Tristan’s warm seed spilling inside him a few minutes before he was able to get control over himself.
He gasped for air, coming back up to the surface of awareness to the feeling of Tristan gently placing a towel over his back, but he wasn’t walking away this time. He kissed Mike’s neck, and when Mike looked back at him, he was rewarded with a sweet kiss to his mouth, too.
“You have no idea how amazing you look when you’re coming for ten minutes straight.”
Mike groaned. “I feel like I just ran a marathon for twenty-four hours.”
“Yeah, you’ll be exhausted for a while.” Tristan seemed a little too pleased with himself for that. He scooped Mike up into his arms, and Mike didn’t even have the strength to stop him. He fully leaned into Tristan’s chest.
“Where are we going?”
“To bed, of course.” Tristan said. “To the nice, big, comfy bed that you and I are going to be sharing for the rest of our lives. Unless you want an even bigger bed.”
Mike smiled, and when he was brought back into Tristan’s room, Mike happened to think his bed was a little too big.
“Just make sure you’re in the middle with me. I need snuggles after that.”
Tristan laughed. “For you? Anything.”
THE END
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