“Oh, God!” he whimpered, trying to keep from coming.
“More,” Kort demanded, his voice growly and deep. “I want all of you. Fuck me, mate.”
Groaning, Mace gave in to his body’s demand. With one sharp thrust of his hips, he sank his dick into Kort’s body as far as he could go. The squeeze took his breath away and made his balls ache... in the best way possible.
“Oh, oh, fuck,” Mace gasped.
“Yeah,” Kort growled. “That’s what we’re doing, sexy. Pound my ass. Fill me up.”
Mace couldn’t have stopped himself even if he’d wanted to. His hips seemed to move of their own volition as he pulled out and shoved back into Kort’s big red body. His lover’s chute muscles felt as if they rippled around him, giving his length the most amazing massage.
Vaguely, Mace realized Kort was moving his arms, but he couldn’t focus on it. Spots danced across his vision with the effort it took to keep from unloading his balls. He desperately wanted to last a little longer, feel the torturous pain a little more.
Kort must have had other ideas.
The next time Mace rocked backward, something slid deep into his ass. Gasping, he froze. Just as he looked down and realized his lover’s tail was threaded between his legs, said tail pressed against his prostate.
Mace lost his fight with his own body. He slammed his dick into Kort’s body and his balls pulled tight. His hips jerking spastically, Mace rutted into the big gargoyle uncontrollably. Each time he pulled out, he felt Kort’s tail slide deep into his body. Somehow, the gargoyle managed to nail his prostate every single time, too.
A couple of heartbeats later, Mace’s balls unloaded. His cum pulsed from him and he sank as deeply into Kort’s body as possible. He felt his spunk ooze around his prick where it was buried in his lover’s ass.
At the same time, Kort’s tail moved inside his channel. It stretched him wider than he’d ever felt before. Resting his forehead against Kort’s back, he moaned wildly at the dual sensations as he floated on the blissful pings of his orgasm.
“K-Kort,” Mace whined as his over-sensitized cock softened and slipped from his lover’s body. “Kort.”
As Kort eased his tail out of his ass, he turned in Mace’s grip. He took a step backward, glancing down at the gargoyle’s once again hard rod, then up at his lover’s face. Feral lust shown from his dark eyes.
“Told you,” Mace whispered breathlessly.
Kort grinned and reached for him. “Very perceptive, my lover,” he rumbled. “Now, I will fuck you.” He wrapped his right arm around his torso as he gripped his ass with his other palm. “I will spill my seed in you and we will exchange blood,” Kort continued as he picked Mace up and swung him around to press his back against the very same wall where Mace had just taken Kort. “We will bond and live together for centuries.”
“C-Centuries?” Mace gasped, partly from the cold tile pressed against his back and partly from Kort’s words. He hadn’t remembered hearing that before. “Wow.”
Holding him steady against the wall, Mace felt Kort prod for his hole with his cock. He felt something else slide across his opening, then the bulbous head of Kort’s big dick pressed against his ring. When the other appendage teased at his hole, opening him in obvious preparation for the swollen cap nudging his opening, he realized it had to be Kort’s tail.
“You weren’t kidding about knowing what to do with your tail,” Mace whispered, panting hard. “Amazing control. So fucking amazing.”
“I only want pleasure for you, Mace,” Kort rumbled. “Are you ready to be mine?”
Mace nodded. “Just as you will be mine.”
“Yesss,” Kort confirmed.
Not a second later, Kort rocked his hips forward and up, sinking his dick into him as his tail held him open. As more and more of Kort’s erection filled Mace, he felt the tail disappear from his ass only to wrap around his shaft. Slowly, the appendage began to jack him.
Mace peered down and gasped. He stared in awe at the massive rod appearing and disappearing beneath him, feeling it sliding in and out of him. Coupled with the red tail that jacked his quickly filling dick, Mace could hardly catch a breath. He’d never seen or felt anything so mind-blowing.
“Look at me.”
Hearing the demand in Kort’s voice, Mace obeyed. He looked up into his lover’s face, awed to see the affection blazing from the gargoyle’s eyes. Hooking his cast around Kort’s shoulder, he cupped Kort’s jaw with his palm.
“I’m ready to be yours, Kort,” Mace whispered. “Do it.”
Kort groaned and lowered his head. He sealed his mouth over Mace’s in a deep kiss. Plundering Mace’s mouth, Kort sped up his strokes, sliding in and out of his ass in earnest.
Mace turned his head, gasping for breath as Kort pegged his prostate over and over. “Kort!” He shouted his lover’s name as his balls pulled tight. “G-Gonna come,” he moaned the warning. He dug the nails of his left hand into Kort’s shoulder, trying to hang on.
“Do it,” Kort demanded. “Come for me. Squeeze my cock.”
Mace stopped fighting. A full body shudder rolled through him as his cum once again pulsed from him. His body tightened on Kort’s shaft as if instinctively wanting to keep him buried deep inside his body.
“Drink my blood,” Kort ordered gruffly.
In a daze, Mace watched him slice his claw along his pectoral muscle. Blood welled up from the cut, dripping down his chest for a second before diluting with the water trickling over his shoulders. Mace leaned forward and lapped at the wound. He swallowed the bitter, iron fluid before lapping again.
“Yesss,” Kort hissed. “Mine.”
Lowering his head, Kort opened his mouth and wrapped his jaws around the point of Mace’s shoulder. A second later, he bit.
Pain speared through Mace’s shoulder. An instant later, it morphed in a wave of sizzling heat. It caused his nipples to bead and his balls to tingle. Impossibly, another orgasm blind-sided Mace. Black spots danced across his vision as he arched his neck and screamed his pleasure.
Chapter Ten
Kort grinned as he eased his spent erection out of his lover. Licking his lips, he enjoyed the traces of his mate’s blood on them. He peered down at the sleeping man in his arms and pride filled him.
He’d given his human so much pleasure that he’d passed out.
Turning off the water, Kort chuckled softly. They hadn’t really gotten around to washing, but he couldn’t say he minded. Grabbing a towel in one hand, he used his other arm and wings to hold him steady. Gently, he dried Mace’s back and neck as he walked into the bedroom.
Kort settled his mate on the bed, then made quick work of drying his front and limbs. Finally, he eased the plastic bag from Mace’s arm, all the while wondering where he’d gotten it. Had his mate planned ahead for them to fuck in the shower?
It was a heady thought.
After wiping himself down, Kort tossed the towel toward the bathroom, then climbed onto the bed with his lover. He pulled his lover into his arms, then positioned him on his chest. Gently rubbing a still sleeping Mace’s back, he smiled and stared up at the ceiling.
Kort didn’t sleep often, since as a gargoyle, he rested while roosting in stone form. He was more than happy to hold Mace as he slept, though. Feeling the young man in his arms as he petted his fingers down his back was a reminder that this wasn’t all just a dream.
I’ve truly found my mate.
Any time Kort clenched his ass, he was reminded of the fantastic pounding he’d received from Mace. He’d loved how his lover had taken control. He looked forward to experiencing more, hell, everything with his sexy human.
Kort didn’t know what Wren had said to Mace to have him accepting him after less than a day. He’d still feel forever grateful for it, though. Making a mental note to thank both Wren and Perseus, he idly rubbed Mace’s back some more.
Relaxed by multiple orgasms and soothed by holding his mat
e in his arms, Kort slipped into a light doze.
When Kort woke, the first thing that registered was that Mace no longer lay on his chest. The second was that his cock throbbed painfully. It also felt like his prick was surrounded by the most intense, sucking heat.
Groaning, Kort huffed a breath as he pried open his eyes. He peered down his body and moaned again. “M-Mace,” he whimpered.
The head tilted and a pale hand swept the dark hair from his forehead revealing Mace’s hungry honey-brown eyes. He smiled around Kort’s dick as he continued to suckle the head. After giving him a wink, he hummed and returned his good hand to the base of his shaft. He jacked the bottom half as he bobbed up and down on the top.
Even if Kort had received dozens of blowjobs, he’d still have called this one the best he’d ever had. Hell, Mace was his mate. Of course, it was the best.
When Mace slipped his casted hand between Kort’s legs and tickled his balls with his fingertips, his abs clenched on reflex. His testicles tightened, pulling flush to his body and away from his lover’s stimulating fingers. Gasping, he felt his cock spurt pre-cum as his tail twitched.
“C-Close,” Kort warned. Reaching down, he threaded his fingers through Mace’s hair and cradled his skull. He held his lover, not pushing or pulling, just enjoying the contact. “Fuck, mate. Gonna come.”
Mace’s response was to hum louder, vibrating Kort’s shaft. He squeezed and jacked faster on the base of his stalk. Finally, he swiped his tongue across Kort’s swollen head. As he tickled the sensitive skin beneath the cap, then dipped his tongue into his piss slit, Mace pushed two fingers into Kort’s rectum.
Kort lost his hold on his pleasure and his orgasm slammed into him. His body bowed as his cock pulsed, shooting spurt after spurt of cum into his mate’s waiting mouth. Mace gulped him down, all the while stretching his channel and gently stimulating his prostate.
Gasping, Kort flopped back onto the bed, sprawling his arms across his wings. He panted harshly for a few seconds, trying to untie his tongue as he floated on heady endorphins. When he heard the quiet squirting sound of fluid, he managed to tilt his head. Still, he had to blink a few times to get his eyes to focus so he could look at his lover.
Seeing Mace jacking his prick as he toss aside a tube of lube, Kort spread his legs wider. He hoped his invitation was clear. He’d love to feel the pretty rod Mace jacked slide into his ass again.
It seemed Mace had the same idea in mind for he smiled and pointed toward the head of the bed. “Hand me that pillow,” he ordered. When Kort obeyed, grabbing the pillow and handing it to him, Mace took it and waved his casted arm toward his hips. “Lift up.”
Growling with anticipation, Kort did as he was told.
Mace shoved the pillow under his hips. He knee-walked until his thighs were flush to Kort’s own. Then, Mace gripped the base of his cock and pointed it down. Kort felt his human’s prick bump against his ass.
As Mace pressed against him, Kort sighed and pushed out. He felt his human’s slender erection breach his guardian muscle. Lowering his eyelids to half mast, he reveled in the feeling of being stretched.
Kort loved the intense look of pleasure furrowing Mace’s brow and slackening his jaw. It was such a beautiful sight. Kort reveled in the bliss he offered his lover.
So perfect.
Feeling Mace bottom out, Kort reached up and cradled his body in his arms. He pulled his lover closer. Aiding Mace in finding a comfortable position, he helped him stretch out over him.
Mace placed his casted arm off to the side. He dug the fingers of his left hand into the tendon of Kort’s shoulder. Using his hold as leverage, he began moving.
Kort lifted his legs and wrapped them around his lover’s narrow hips. Rocking into each of Mace’s thrusts, he welcomed his human into his body with enthusiasm. He listened to Mace grit his teeth and grunt softly as he rutted enthusiastically. Tightening his chute muscles, Kort did his best to keep his lover’s erection buried as deeply inside him as he could, reveling in the connection that feeling his lover massaging his innards gave him.
Moaning, Mace lifted his head and gaped at Kort. His widely dilated eyes and his stuttered thrusts betrayed his impending release. Meeting his human’s gaze, Kort grinned wildly and squeezed his muscles as hard as he could.
“Come in me, my mate,” Kort urged. “I want to feel your seed soaking my channel.”
After a gasp escaped him, Mace’s body jerked one more time. He whispered Kort’s name, then groaned loudly.
Kort smiled and sighed as he felt his lover’s seed warm his ass. Tightening his hold on his mate, he held him close as he listened to Mace’s grunts of pleasure. He hummed himself as he felt the jerks of his human’s erection twitch in his channel as his orgasm rolled through him.
Nothing could beat knowing he’d pleased his mate. So wonderful. So perfect.
Nuzzling Mace’s temple with his lips, Kort traced the knobs of his spine with his fingertips. He smiled at the ceiling, a feeling of lethargy washing over him. What a way to wake up.
“I could definitely get used to a wake-up call like that,” Kort rumbled. He pecked a kiss to Mace’s temple. “You okay?”
Mace snorted as he rolled his head and smirked at Kort. “Really? You want to know if I’m okay?” His lips widened into a grin. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
Enjoying Mace’s playfulness, Kort tightened his chute muscles. He could still feel his lover’s softening penis inside his channel and he did his best to stimulate it. When Mace moaned, a look of pleasure-pain creasing his features, he lifted one brow ridge as he looked down at him.
“Yep, I’m doing pretty damn good,” Kort quipped. “Just got my ass fucked by my sexy mate. I’m feeling pretty loose and relaxed.” He rubbed up and down his man’s back as he grinned widely. “Now, why don’t you answer my question?”
Mace giggled—actually, giggled.
Kort found he truly loved the sound of pleasure and joy.
After a few seconds, Mace quieted. His head resting on his cheek, he peered over at Kort. “I don’t normally giggle like that,” he whispered. “Sorry.”
“I hope to hear that sound often,” Kort admitted. He gave his lover an encouraging smile. “I love knowing how happy I make you, Mace. Please don’t hide that from me.”
Mace’s brows drew together. “You don’t mind?”
Confused, Kort didn’t understand. “What do you mean? Mind what?”
Grimacing, Mace mumbled, “Well, that’s normally a sound a girl makes.”
“Who the hell decided that?” Kort responded, rolling his eyes. Getting his ire under control—he’d always hated labels—he cupped Mace’s jaw as he held his gaze. “My lover, I want you to feel comfortable being yourself. You never have to hide yourself from me.”
Mace offered him a smile that looked surprisingly shy. He peered up at him through his lashes. “For the first time in maybe forever, I finally have been acting on my desires,” he told him. “I feel so comfortable with you. I—” He paused, his brows furrowed.
Kort waited, wondering with what his mate might be struggling. Rubbing up and down Mace’s back, he hoped he’d decide to share it.
Finally, Mace met his gaze and gave him another of those sweet, shy smiles. “I told you I’d never topped before, but I always wanted to.” He gave a half-shrug, lifting his right shoulder. “I know what I look like. I’m barely five foot eight, a little plump, and people call me nice looking because they don’t want to insult me.”
Mace scoffed, his expression resigned. “No one expects me to be a dominant top.” Lifting his head, he peered up at him. “But you took it totally in stride. Even though you’re this huge, muscular gargoyle, you obeyed without question, let me position you any way I wanted, and allowed me to pound your ass.”
Humming, Mace levered up on his good arm and, in a move that caused his soft penis to finally slip from Kort’s body, he slid up so he met his gaze squar
ely. “You accept me as I am, don’t you?”
Kort smiled up at Mace, relief filling him that his mate shared so much with him. “My sexy mate,” he rumbled roughly. “You accepted me as a three hundred year old virgin and did not laugh.” He gave his mate a contented smile. “How could I not offer you the same respect?” His smile turning wry he continued, “Besides. I love following your commands. I know whatever you tell me to do will bring us both much pleasure. How could I not obey?”
Mace smiled widely, his hazel eyes bright. Then, he heaved a sigh and nuzzled his pectoral with his cheek, looking for all the world like a cat getting comfortable on a pillow.
More than happy to be Mace’s pillow, Kort ignored the odd feeling of his lover’s semen trickling from his chute. He’d have to remember to strip the sheets later, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was this, holding his lover, connecting with him, spending time with him.
“Wren and Perseus spend time between Wren’s home and here,” Mace mumbled.
Surprised by the unexpected subject change, Kort nodded. “They do. Perseus is our clutch’s doctor, so he has a rotation here just like a regular doctor would in a hospital,” he explained. “Now that he’s mated, has gone through molt, and can remain awake during daylight hours, he’s moved to what humans would refer to as a swing shift,” he continued. Cocking his head as he surveyed Mace’s furrowed brows, he grew concerned. “Are you not feeling well?” he asked. “Do you need to see the doc?”
Mace immediately shook his head. Even the uncomfortable way his chin dug into Kort’s chest couldn’t diminish the relief he felt at the movement. Still, that didn’t explain the source of the questions.
“Why do you ask, then?” Kort asked. He furrowed his brow ridges as he eyed Mace’s pensive look. “Is there something else wrong? My fellow gargoyle, Treatise, as well as Perseus and Wren placed a piece of plywood over your bedroom window,” he assured.
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