Hunter's Moon

by Susan Laine

  Suddenly, Kieran took a deep breath, held it, and released it in a slow exhale. His muscle tension broke, and Gabe’s lubed-up finger popped into Kieran’s hot, quivering passage.

  “Ahh…,” Kieran moaned, his head falling back to the grass. “Feels… odd, but good.”

  With Kieran’s unspoken encouragement, Gabe insinuated his finger deeper, slowly but steadily, beginning a seesawing motion, pumping in and out. Kieran’s reaction was immediate as he gasped and tried to shove his butt down further to take more of Gabe inside—and Gabe was more than happy to oblige. Searching for that sweet spot that would make Kieran see stars and sparks, Gabe went in deeper until he curled his finger up and hit that tiny knob of pleasure hidden within.

  “Holy shit!” Kieran’s hips shot up in a wild motion, and he actually whimpered.

  Score.

  Smiling, Gabe increased the pressure he inflicted on Kieran’s prostate, and Kieran moaned wantonly, his whole body writhing and his ass pushing back on the invading finger. Kieran didn’t even notice when Gabe added another finger. Twisting around gently and pumping the tight, hot orifice with his fingers, Gabe wanted nothing more than to give Kieran pleasure. His own needs seemed to come in a distant second, no matter how badly he wanted relief for the boiling pressure cooker his groin had apparently morphed into. With his left hand, he rubbed his bulging erection through his jeans, giving himself only mild easement with the added friction of the denim. Longing to thrust balls-deep into his mate’s loving ass, Gabe tried to remain in control so as not to spoil their first time together—and Kieran’s first time ever with a guy.

  “I’m going to add a third finger now,” he told his mate, nudging at the entrance with his fingertip.

  Kieran’s confused gaze landed on him with a frown as he lifted his head from the grass to see Gabe better. “When did you add a second?”

  Gabe chuckled, pleased. “If you didn’t feel it, that means you’re good and relaxed.”

  Murmuring something unintelligible, Kieran laid his head back down and spread his legs further, blindly reaching for the pleasure Gabe was giving him. The reaction was pure lust and instinct, and Gabe was glad he was the one to introduce Kieran to this experience.

  But when he inserted the third finger, Kieran grunted and went very stiff—and not in a good way. “What the hell did you put in me? It’s too fucking big. Feels like a fucking two-by-four.” He fidgeted, the discomfort clearly written on his face.

  Gabe understood how it felt. “I know. It’s weird that two fingers are fine, but then a third feels like you’re trying to shove a baseball bat through the eye of a needle. Trust me, Kieran. The unpleasant feeling will not last, I promise you.”

  Squirming, partly trying to move away, half trying to remain still, Kieran eventually nodded. His show of trust warmed Gabe’s heart. Gently he kept pushing in and out of Kieran’s ass, stretching his lover slowly and carefully. The mere thought of causing Kieran any pain made Gabe nauseous. Finding Kieran’s special spot again, Gabe poked at his prostate, and Kieran cried out, his hips bucking up as the waves of pleasure washed over him again and again as Gabe continued to give him delectable delight.

  Panting, Kieran whispered, “When you gonna put it in?” His eyes were squeezed shut tight and his hands fisted at his sides. His cheeks, neck, and chest were covered in red blotches of arousal, and Gabe knew it was time.

  Withdrawing his fingers from inside Kieran, Gabe unbuttoned his jeans, got up on his feet, and worked his clothing off as quickly as humanly possible, shimmying his hips and jumping up and down to facilitate the undressing in his impatience. Kieran had risen on his elbows to watch Gabe strip, and the hunger in his blue-gray eyes was more naked than Gabe was in all his glory. Kneeling down again between Kieran’s splayed legs, Gabe squirted more lube on his hands and spread the cool gel on his smoldering-hot, rock-hard cock. Kieran watched intently, unblinking, at Gabe’s hand working himself, stroking his stiff, aching dick and stoking the fires of passion within them both.

  “I’m coming in, Kieran. Now’s the time to say if you don’t want me to go any—”

  “Fuck, Gabe. You think too much. Just fuck me already. I’m dying here.”

  The growled words spilling out of Kieran’s mouth ignited something wicked and sultry inside Gabe, who swiftly inched forward until the blunt, smooth tip of his cock brushed against Kieran’s twitching opening. Holding onto Kieran’s thigh with his left hand and his hard cock with his right, Gabe nudged the snug entrance, pushing steadily against the battling muscle until his crown popped in. As Gabe breached the tight ring of muscle, Kieran flinched for a second, holding his breath, but then began to breathe, visibly unwinding. The heat and pressure of Kieran’s channel clamping around Gabe’s cock was indescribable, and Gabe had to stop and close his eyes so that the visual stimulation of seeing himself enter his mate didn’t finish him off prematurely.

  “What’re you waitin’ for, dammit? Fuck me!”

  Kieran kept goading him, and Gabe felt his own self-control slipping. Matching the physical cues of Kieran’s relaxing body to his incremental push in deeper, Gabe grabbed Kieran’s legs and wrapped them around his own waist, the soles of Kieran’s feet planted firmly against Gabe’s firm, round buttocks. The move yanked his lover closer to him, and with an audible moan from both men Gabe was finally in Kieran to the hilt. Kieran kept trembling and wriggling so that Gabe had no trouble telling how their bodies responded to each other. A part of Gabe wished Kieran wanted him as much as he wanted this novel gay experience, but unless he asked him he wouldn’t know the truth.

  “You’re thinking again,” Kieran suddenly accused him, but though his words were admonishing, his tone was teasing. “Stop doubting, like I did, and just claim me. Own me. Fuck me. And tomorrow… love me.”

  And just like that Gabe had his answer. I already love you, Kieran.

  Kieran had been scared before; he had admitted it. But he wasn’t scared anymore.

  Gabe leaned forward until their chests were pressed together tight in full-body contact, and he nuzzled Kieran’s chin tenderly, kissing his way down to his neck, sucking on the softer skin there where Kieran’s earthy aftershave teased his nose, where every open-mouthed kiss gave him another musky, salty taste of his mate’s skin. Gabe was breathless with want, desire flowing in his veins thicker and hotter than blood. Kieran was sinewy and salacious, sweaty and enthralled, and his mouth kept seeking Gabe’s lips, hunting them and closing in with every breath until they shared breath, taste, touch, lick, suction, and nibble.

  Gabe soaked him up like he was sunshine and roses.

  Their mouths fused together as Gabe pulled his cock almost out and then thrust back in, starting the age-old rhythm of sex. Kieran whimpered into the kiss, and Gabe ate the sound up. As he began to speed up the relentless force of his strokes, Gabe couldn’t help his wandering hands from exploring every inch of heated skin he could reach, and Kieran echoed the same frantic need with his own hands, holding onto Gabe so hard his fingers bruised his skin and his nails scratched up blood.

  “Wow, your balls feel funny slapping against me,” Kieran huffed quietly. “Softer than I thought they’d feel.” Gabe chuckled a little at this, the experience becoming new and sensational through his lover. It had been so long since he had thought of something as simple as his scrotum hitting a man’s perineum as a novel practice, he was actually glad everything was fresh and shiny again with Kieran.

  Giddy with dark lust, Gabe traveled lower with his mouth until his lips latched onto a nipple. His teeth grazed over the hard nub, and then licked away the sharp sting and sucked until the tender piece of flesh was probably hot and aching with the lascivious treatment. What resulted, however, was not Kieran pushing Gabe away, but Kieran groaning louder, huskier, and clinging to Gabe’s shoulders like to a lifeboat.

  “Yeah, just like that,” Kieran mumbled, almost babbling. “Harder. Faster. More.”

  One word grunts were evidently all Kieran could get ou
t past his gasps, inhales, and nearly constant moaning. Whatever Gabe was doing, he was clearly doing it right, and that made him grin. Tugging Kieran closer by his hips, Gabe angled his own pelvis to a different position until he pegged Kieran’s prostate with each harsh shove in. Kieran hissed and arched his back, lolling his head back and exposing the entirety of his throat, and Gabe could not hold back the instinct any longer.

  With an accompanying snarl, he felt his canines drop through his gums, an itching kind of pain briefly there and then gone. He sank his fangs into the soft flesh, tasting blood and sweat. He knew the pheromones he was exuding would counter the painful effect by flooding his mate’s system with endorphins, so he didn’t stop even when Kieran contorted beneath him, all but wailing.

  Without words spoken, Kieran was begging him for it, and Gabe was not about to refuse him. Lifting his head and torso off of Kieran in a rapid motion, Gabe closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and howled to the moon. My mate.

  “Jeez. Possessive much?” Underneath Gabe, Kieran chuckled weakly, his whole body strung and charged, his hips working involuntarily, his being seeking release now.

  Braced above him again on his straight arms, Gabe peered down at his mate. What he saw was nothing short of absolute debauched beauty. Quickly he licked away the wounds, his saliva healing and closing the torn cuts fast. Raising his head again, he whispered, “You’re mine. You’re mine.”

  Kieran’s eyes flashed intently—not with anger, but with passion. “Then fuck me. Ride my ass, cowboy, like there’s no tomorrow.”

  Gabe did not need to be told twice. Ramming into his lover’s ass with renewed gusto, the taste of Kieran lingering on his tongue, Gabe felt the touch of his mate everywhere, as though he was showered with sparks of static electricity, the hairs on his body standing up, his skin in goose bumps.

  Wanting to be with his mate was one thing. Wanting—and needing—it to be more than sex, more than mating, wanting it to be real, was another. Even if they failed as a sexual couple, Gabe knew Kieran would not just up and leave. He was committed to this relationship. They both were. Kieran might have said he didn’t know if that was love, but Gabe had a sneaky suspicion that it was in fact love. They were falling in love.

  But now was not the time for such ponderings.

  Then Kieran surprised Gabe once more. Kieran kissed Gabe on the lips briefly amidst the rash pants, and then he just looked at him with those blue-gray eyes. “I’ve never felt as right as I feel with you.”

  Gabe’s hips stuttered as his whole essence paused to drink in the sight of his mate’s smile. There it was again—the unspoken declaration of love. They both felt it, felt the emotion encompass them, surround them, seep into their very bones. Gabe had never felt so engulfed in love, and though the word would remain unspoken between them for a while longer, it was there, in the air, hovering. They would grab it together when the time was right.

  “Me too. Like nothing else matters. ’Cause, you know, this mating is all we’re ever going to get. This one chance at true happiness. Just you and me.”

  Holding onto the backs of Kieran’s knees, Gabe pushed them closer to Kieran’s chest until the man’s hips left the grass and he was all but bent in half. Hot precum trickled from his leaking cock, down between his eight-pack and pecs, to pool at the tiny indentation just below his wildly bobbing Adam’s apple. Nudging himself closer, Gabe pounded into his lover’s pulsating channel, and Kieran half moaned, half chuckled, as if surprised by the pleasant sensations anal sex was making him feel.

  Using his hands on the ground as leverage, Kieran began to shove his ass back on Gabe’s cock, matching every push in and drag out with a thrust and a yield of his own.

  “Fuck, that feels amazing,” Kieran said, grinning, his eyes closed, bliss blanketing his face. “So fucking good.”

  Gabe smiled in return, even though Kieran couldn’t see it. “Next time it’s your turn to fuck me then.”

  Kieran’s eyes shot open and widened to the point of popping out. His pupils were large and dilated, dark and unfocused with lust. He licked his parted lips, making them glisten red and luscious. Panting, he did nothing but nod in acknowledgement of this certain future event. A near-future event, the gesture seemed to promise, and Gabe’s heart and mood soared, like his body, high on sex, practically lifting off the ground.

  Unable to see the point where their bodies merged from his position, Kieran brought his right hand to his swollen, heavy, bright-red-tipped dick and started to pump so fast his hand was just a blur of rushed movement. Gabe knew Kieran was close to the edge, and so was he, hanging on by a thread. He would have wanted to prolong this, their first time together, but one could only take so much stimulation—and Kieran pushed all his buttons.

  Rocking in and out gently was no longer on the table, so Gabe increased his pace and fucked Kieran with all his might, feeling the strain on his thighs and arms, the clench and twist of his belly, the buildup of pressure in his prick cozily lodged within the confines of his mate’s willing body.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, Gabe. Let me come already.”

  Kieran’s hiss was almost desperate. Gabe doubled his efforts.

  His skin tingled all over and his balls drew so taut he feared they might get sucked into him. Grunting, Kieran shivered, his body convulsing and his hips jerking erratically, and suddenly thick ropes of cum erupted from the slit of his cock. To Gabe, Kieran had never looked so beautiful as he did now, writhing and moaning, pumping hot white seed all over his chest, neck and face. As much as Gabe wanted the same—to mark and claim his mate by shooting all over his skin—right now he needed to come inside Kieran more.

  “I’m coming,” he whispered huskily, not finding any strength or breath within to raise his volume. Kieran might have muttered something like “oh yeah” or “about fucking time,” but Gabe could not be sure, as the roar of blood and the beating of his heart deafened him.

  And then he climaxed, thrusting into Kieran’s ass as deep and hard as he could, spilling jets of cum into the dark channel quivering around him, as it clamped down on his cock periodically as the last shudders of orgasm wracked Kieran’s body. As though his balls had become a bottomless fountain of cum, Gabe felt his cock spasm endlessly, pushing out every last drop he had to give, until he was utterly depleted.

  Spent and worn, he let go of the death grip he had on Kieran’s thighs, knowing there would be bruises there tomorrow. With a profound sigh, Kieran dropped limply to the ground, his legs open loosely, his chest heaving, his body still quaking. He looked edible still, Gabe thought as he dropped out of Kieran and sat back on his haunches, his still half-hard dick wet and flagging over his thigh, throbbing just enough for him to know that he had just had one hell of a ride—and that more awaited him in his future with Kieran.

  As weary as he felt, there was a dish served in front of him, and he was not about to turn down that delicious still-hot meal. Leaning over Kieran again, he licked and lapped over his lover’s cum-soaked skin, swiping every drop on his tongue, the briny juice exploding on his taste buds. From the splattered droplets on Kieran’s cheeks to the rivulets running down his chest, Gabe devoured it all, needing to own every piece of his mate.

  With heavy-lidded eyes, Kieran watched him, petting his neck and stroking his dark-blond hair. “No girl’s ever done that for me.”

  The image of his mate having sex with girls passed through Gabe’s imagination, like a shadow on a sunny day, but when he looked up and saw Kieran’s hesitant, but completely sated and perfectly happy smile, he knew that was the past talking—and it no longer mattered. “I’ll do it for you every time, Kieran. And I’ll do way more too. I’m going to do things to you that you have no name for.”

  Kieran chuckled, his mirth a wondrous sight for Gabe who had feared there might be regret in Kieran after the deed was done. But there was none. So, with a satisfied sigh, Gabe landed on the grass on his back next to Kieran, letting his heartbeat slow down with the foreknowledge that
they would soon make love again. This was not the end, but the beginning.

  “Pop goes the man cherry….”

  Sputtering out an uncontrollable burst of laughter, Gabe nudged Kieran playfully, not having expected such a ridiculous comment from his now deflowered mate. “Oh, my God…. You’re unbelievable.”

  Snickering, Kieran took a deep breath. “So, that’s what sex is like with a guy….”

  Now it was Gabe’s turn to chuckle. “And… how was it?”

  Kieran shrugged. “It wasn’t half-bad.”

  Gabe shook his head, quietly laughing. “Such a ringing endorsement.”

  “Oh, all right, you fucking stud. It was fan-fucking-tastic, okay?” Kieran shoved Gabe on the arm playfully.

  Gabe retorted teasingly, “Well, you were pretty okay too.”

  With a feigned outraged expression on his face, Kieran growled. “What the fuck? I was freaking awesome, I’ll have you know.”

  Gabe sighed happily. “I guess. Um, babe, we really need to talk about your cussing—”

  Now there was genuine force behind Kieran’s punch from his elbow. “You know, I’m not getting the sexy vibe with that particular endearment, partner, as I keep seeing pigs instead of you. And what the hell are you on about my cursing anyway? If you think I’m just going to roll over like some obedient puppy to conform—”

  Chuckling, Gabe kissed Kieran silent under the pale hunter’s moon.

  About the Author

  SUSAN LAINE, a Finn through and through, was raised by the best mother in the world. She told her daughter time and again that she could be whatever she wanted to be. However, it took Susan until her thirties to find the spark for serious writing by discovering the gay erotic romance genre which is what she mainly writes today.

  Her formal education revolves around anthropology, but she wishes to be a full-time writer sooner rather than later. Susan enjoys hanging out with her sister and friends in movie theaters and bookstores. Her other pastimes include walking, swimming, and fantasizing about sizzling hot manlove. Some of her likes are Lady Gaga, chocolate, and doing the dishes, and a few dislikes are sweating hot summer days, tobacco smoke, and purposeful prejudice.