Alexander pushed up and managed to topple his weight over from off of him—though he was almost certain that Chris was allowing himself to be pried away. He rolled over and pressed his weight down on top of the alpha male, experiencing a brief, sudden surge of power that he knew wouldn't last.
Chris writhed beneath him on the hotel floor like a drowning man, so clearly play acting, then he heaved himself over again, knocking Alexander back off of his post, and sending him careening back down onto the floor beneath his weight.
So, the two bears wrestled across the carpet, twisting around wildly, dust devils of sharp brown strands of fur cascading helter-skelter through the air. First, Chris would be on top, then Alexander, then Chris again. Around and around in a repetitive loop. The power seemed to flow back and forth between the two of them, though Alexander knew the entire time who truly ran the show. At any moment, he knew Chris could tire of their game and promptly overtake him, but he liked Alexander's superficial display of resistance just enough to let it keep on continuing for a while.
The two bears bit and scratched at one another, not nearly enough to pierce either of their thick hides, but just enough to contribute to the vigor and excitement of the fun they were having. Alexander savored the little pricks of pain every time the alpha grizzly's claws would dig into his fur and pull across the skin, scratching some vital itch he hadn't known existed. Or whenever those mighty teeth would dig down into his neck, pulling back on the skin, marking him, beyond a doubt, as Chris' own.
He would need to find some way of concealing these love marks before he made his way back home, he noted to himself. But he would get around to that when the time came.
The two of them wrestled around through the room, until finally their entangled bodies toppled backward, and landed on top of the bed. It creaked dangerously beneath their weight, and Alexander struggled happily to breathe beneath the hefty weight of the shifter on top of him, feeling totally and completely enveloped.
They transformed again, their shifter bodies shrinking down, the fur retreating, and the two men lying wrapped up on the bed, Chris' hulking muscles bearing down on Alexander's thin, excited body. Alexander looked up into those gray eyes, excited as hell, loving the way Chris' long, hot erection pressed up against his own, making him feel like he was in the presence of a true and unmitigated alpha male.
He glanced down and happened to notice the series of scars across Chris' broad chest, the faintest traces of which he noticed earlier beneath the sleeves of his t-shirt. He looked back up at his eyes again and caught Chris staring at the inky black bear tattooed in the center of his chest. The icon representing the Sacred Sleuth of the Warrior Bears, which all the men wore as a symbol of their people's once noble history. He reflected on how drastically things had changed since those long lost days of old—he was the descendent of mighty warriors, having a one-night stand on his way to make an antique run for his sleuth's few scant remnants.
Then he thought about how strongly this forced symbol of nobility contrasted with the scarred body of the man on top of him. The actual symbols that littered that broad, massive chest, indications that he'd lived a wild, brave life. The only scars Alexander had, he reflected with mild shame, were a couple of old scrapes he'd gotten when playing as a child. It made him feel as though he'd lived a sheltered, inauthentic life, and filled him with a brief sense of inferiority. But the men locked eyes again, smiled at one another, and any thoughts besides those of the alpha male pressed down on top of him swiftly flitted from his mind.
Chris took Alexander's hands in his own, pushing them up over his head, and locking them in place against the bedspread. The stretching of his muscles, the sliding of damp flesh against damp flesh, made Alexander's cock leap with desire, and he thought the steady, hot blowing of Chris' breath against his skin might cause him to melt into a puddle beneath him.
He was ready, eager, certain this time that he was prepared to take in whatever Chris had to throw at him. But then, suddenly, he wasn't...
Chris was leaning in to kiss him again, clearly ready to consummate their delirious night of drunken flirting, when abruptly Alexander whipped out one of his hands from beneath Chris' grip, and pressed a flat palm against his chest to stop him. Chris hovered there, his thighs lightly grazing Alexander's own as he tried to pull his weight back, the tingling skin contact driving the omega a little bit crazy.
“What's wrong?” asked Chris, and it only took him a single look up into that beautiful face for Alexander to know this wasn't going to be easy.
“I um...I...” He cleared his throat. “Before we go any further, I feel like there's something I need to tell you...”
“Okay,” said Chris, respectfully rolling his body to the side, off of him. Even this small gesture—the absence of his heat, the exposed view of his nude, muscular front, and the way his dick swayed through the air with his movements—made Alexander dizzy with sheer, carnal desire.
“Well, it's...It's just that...” he began.
Chris didn't even have to do anything for it to weaken his resolve. He just had to look at him, and he could already feel the words dissolving on the tip of his tongue, unable to properly form into sound.
He needed to tell him the truth. Needed to be honest about what was on his mind, the secret reason why this was all so wrong, so inappropriate for him to even be considering. But what good would it truly do, besides possibly give Chris second thoughts about this, and ruin what had the potential to be an absolutely incredible evening?
The truth was, even though he barely knew this man, he felt an almost primal kind of connection with him. An urgent need. A desperation to feel close to him, to be claimed, and made the alpha's own.
Was he really willing to let the truth jeopardize a feeling that significant?
The longer he looked into Chris' eyes, staring intently as he waited for him to continue, he knew damn well what the answer to that question was. And in the end, he decided the only option on the table was to settle for a far less complete truth than the one he'd first intended to divulge.
“It's just,” he finally repeated, “this is my...my first time...you know, being with a man...”
Chris looked up at him a moment. There was a slight fluctuation of his eyebrows, a subtle gesture which seemed to wonder, Is that all? Then his stubbled face relaxed into a broad grin, and an intense warmth began to radiate from behind those gray eyes. Alexander felt a familiar tingling in his chest and in his loins, and his guilt at not coming totally clean was overpowered only by the heat he felt beneath Chris' smoldering gaze.
“Well then,” he said, “I'll try to take things easy on you. And to do my best to make this night a memorable one for you.”
Alexander took a deep breath, his heart fluttering, and relaxed into a smile.
Chris' hand slid back up onto his chest, and his fingers crept seductively along the expanse of his sinewed muscle, tracing circles around his nipples, sending tremors of sensation down along the trunk of his body.
He leaned in and very slowly kissed Alexander again, assuaging nearly all of his fears with that one simple gesture. He pushed his tongue into his lips and brushed it softly around inside his mouth. He slid his flat palm across the expanse of his heaving stomach, applying just the right amount of pressure to amplify the burning in his loins. Then, sliding his hands down between the omega's open thighs, Chris seized a firm grip on his bare genitals, causing a heavenly blossom of sensations to radiate along his spine.
Alexander's eyes widened, and he inhaled a desperate gasp of air.
Chris squeezed on his balls and lightly pulled his fingers upward, letting his digits form a tight ring around the pulsing rod of the omega's erection. He pulled the loose skin steadily up, dissolving him warmly in his grip, all the way to the tip of Alexander's fully stiff cock. Precum pushed out onto his fingers, relatively cool compared to the burning skin of the omega's sweltering masculinity.
Alexander could feel it pouring down along him
self, and the last pangs of guilt he'd been harboring gave way beneath the pleasure of sheer, physical bliss.
“Oh, yes,” he moaned, as Chris began to pump him in his hand, slowly, but firmly, subjecting him to just the right amount of pure, delectable torment. As the alpha masturbated him, he began to run gentle kisses down along the front of Alexander's body. He put one on the side of his neck, then trailed down around to his Adam's apple. He pecked softly across the heaving expanse of his chest, his kisses brief shocks of warmth, followed by the cool relief of pressure as his wet lips slid away from the flesh. He traversed further and further south along his body, moving across his stomach, and Alexander could sense the near convergence of one source of pleasure with the other, the mingling of fingers and lips making him shake with anticipation.
Chris circled the tip of his tongue around the ring of Alexander's base, rolling from the top of his erection to the seam where shaft became buried in scrotum, each lap around him causing his cock to leap and spasm with pleasure. He pushed his tongue down along the center of his sack, pressing apart his balls as they tried to tighten back up into his body. Then, he pulled his mouth up, licking the shaft of his cock, inundating the omega with a heat so intense he thought he might come close to bursting right there on the spot, right in Chris' face.
“You like that, don't you?” asked Chris, his warm breath softly kissing Alexander's tortured masculinity.
“A little bit too much,” he said, his jaw tight, his pelvis strained upward as he tried to regulate the stimulation and did his best to prevent instantaneous orgasm.
Chris smiled up at him. “Well then, why don't you tell me how you feel about this?”
Alexander was totally unprepared for it when, without a further word of warning, Chris pushed his legs up off the bed, gently spread his asshole with his fingers, and slid his tongue up inside him.
Alexander let out a girlish whimper and felt his balls pull hard into his body, like every ounce of pleasure was suddenly redirected to the tight pinprick opening between his sculpted buttocks.
Chris seemed aware of just how effectively he'd stirred something in the loins of his meal, and he passionately savored his omega, his tongue circling Alexander's anus in firm, viscous laps and sliding as deep into his rectum as he could press it, awakening an itch inside Alexander's body that couldn't possibly be scratched.
All Alexander could do was lie there and take it. He gripped the blankets around him, moaning with desperate pleasure, hardly able to fathom that anything in the world could ever possibly feel so terrific.
“Oh God...God...God...” he chanted, every lick, every touch, feeling like it might be the one that set him over the edge. Instead, though, it was like Chris' efforts on him just kept pouring deeper and deeper, reaching to a more and more distant place inside him. Almost as though an intense pleasure that had been accessible directly on the surface had been buried underground, agonizing in its intensity but nearly impossible for him to reach. He didn't know whether he would be able to survive the intensity of the finale when it came.
Finally, with the brilliant frustration still building up his ass, Alexander felt his alpha's liquid tongue back out from his innocent hole, leaving it warm and wet and burning with pleasure. Then Chris brought his mouth back up again, licking the shaft of his erection, and making a tight seal of his lips around the head of his penis.
Alexander moaned as Chris pushed down around him, swallowing every inch of his stiff cock, and drawing that same lethal tongue of his around every quaking inch of his rigid manhood. It twisted and writhed, it slid up and down and the lips sucked back hard on him.
The pressure built rapidly, Alexander's thighs pressing in hard around Chris' neck as the alpha sucked him off, for the first time in his life. There was a deep intimacy to the whole thing he'd never fully anticipated, even beyond the sharp intensity of the sensations themselves.
“Oh, yeah...That feels so amazing...Please don't stop,” he begged, running his palms over the scratchy stubble of the alpha's shaved head, the friction of the bristles feeling amazing against his curling fingers.
Chris didn't stop, not until Alexander's eyes widened, and he felt the deep, intense stab of pleasure that had been building for minutes on end.
In that instant, every inch, every ounce of himself seemed to become concentrated in the space between his legs. The furry triangle of flesh, the tight weights of his testicles as they drew up into himself, and the long, burning rod now engulfed in Chris' mouth and throat, as he ejaculated mightily between his tightly sealed lips. He cried out and pumped the hot fluid into him in thick abundance. It filled up Chris' cheeks and rushed back up around him, coating himself in his own hot essence. It poured from between Chris' tight lips and spilled down along his chin, dripping into his stubble, and down between Alexander's trembling legs.
He continued to gasp, to cry, to shake with every perfect shock of pleasure as it passed through his body, his head feeling light as he lay there, a victim to the intensity of his alpha male's perfectly talented mouth. Chris remained there on him until every last drop of his pleasure had been sucked out, and then, as though reading his physical responses with an expert precision, he pulled his mouth gently back up off of him.
Alexander shuddered as the cold air touched his dripping wet cock, his chest heaving, his skin soaked from the vigor of what had just passed between the two of them.
“Jesus Christ,” he wheezed, unable to think of anything else he might say in response to such beautiful torture. Chris maintained eye contact with him as he pulled his head back up from between his legs and swallowed the warm mouthful of his semen. It sent another shiver along Alexander's body, as did the heat of the alpha's physique as it slid up beside him, spooning him from behind. His hot, fully erect cock slid between Alexander's buttocks, making his ass tighten around him, and laced a single arm around the center of the omega's body.
“You taste so good. So warm. So salty. So...sweet.” He ran his tongue along Alexander's shoulder, then kissed him hungrily on the neck, making him shiver. Alexander turned his head back and let Chris kiss him slowly, pushing his tongue around inside his mouth, remnants of his essence still lingering on his lips. As they made out, Chris reached down, and played with Alexander's penis and testicles. Even after having just cum, it felt amazing as he rolled around between the alpha's fingers, pressing and prodding up against him in a way he knew would get him hard again in no time.
He could feel Chris behind him, gently thrusting his body forward against him as they kissed. His tremendous penis slid along the course of Alexander’s spine, marking him with his liquid heat, and the omega knew it was only a matter of time before the alpha’s rock-hard arousal made its way inside him.
Sure enough, after minutes on end of this gentle teasing and recovery, he felt Chris' finger's pushing him open again, felt the bulbous head of his manhood resting up against the narrow passageway, causing his buttocks to tighten firmly around him.
“I promise I'll go slow,” Chris whispered in his ear, and it was at this that Alexander felt the first indication of his exhausted manhood gradually recovering from its post-orgasmic dormancy.
Alexander held his breath and closed his eyes tightly with anticipation. He was ready but nervous, for a multitude of reasons. Chris, apparently sensing this, reached around, and pushed back the skin between his leg, holding his cock as tight as it would go to give him a distraction as he entered. It reminded Alexander of the days before anesthesia, when doctors would give their patients something to bite down on before carrying out an operation.
At last, just as the anticipation had begun to overwhelm him, Alexander felt the alpha male pressing his way into him.
His eyes widened.
His ass went tight, and he immediately thought it would be too much for him, even as slowly and as gently as Chris was introducing himself. He didn't want it to stop though, even as every additional inch of him traveling up through his body made him certain he would ha
ve to.
But that point, that imaginary line in the sand, was never actually crossed. After a certain point, he felt the muscles relaxing inside him, and a sudden giving way in the depths of his body, exacerbated by the steady pumping of the clenched fist against his burning manhood.
He cried out and felt the remaining length of man being slid up into him, buried deep in his body, and rubbing pleasurably against his prostate as it traversed his innermost reaches. Chris grunted behind him and swung his pelvis all the way up, his moist inner thighs slapping against Alexander's ass with an erotic little clap. Alexander cried out and felt the alpha's tip strike something vital within him, settling into place up his ass as his body accepted every inch of him.
Alexander was panting, trembling with pleasure, and Chris moved behind him, seeming to accustom himself to the warm haven of his partner's virgin ass.
“How does that feel?” he asked finally, his voice low and his breath warm in Alexander's ear.
“Full,” said Alexander, laughing a little at himself, then added, “and incredible.”
Chris smiled at him and slid his fingers gently through Alexander's choppy black hair.
“I thought it might,” he said. He drew himself back, extricating himself all the way to his tip, and pushed his body forward once again, striking the omega's ass with twice the force of his initial entry.
Alexander's body spasmed in his arms.
The alpha began to thrust, to push up into him from behind. Rhythmically undulating his hips up into him from behind, dredging his impressive unit repeatedly through the tight flesh of his omega's trembling body. He continued to stroke Alexander's cock as he struck down inside him, making him hard in his grip again as he pumped to the rhythms of his own gyrating body.
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