“What do you want?” Ulric asked, his heart sore.
“Sit with me,” Gage murmured. “I want to understand.”
He squeezed Ulric’s hand. Ulric swallowed hard, sinking back onto the couch.
“Let’s be bros.” Gage leaned into him. “We can jerk off to the same things, right?”
Fuck, fuck. Ulric wasn’t ready for this. Especially not for Gage to find out what things made him come. “You do it. I’ll just... I’ll just watch.”
Gage huffed. “It doesn’t work that way.”
No, it didn’t. Ulric squirmed, tempted to say yes. Just to see Gage’s cock. He glanced up to find Gage watching him, Gage’s eyes warm, his lips full, looking ever so soft. Ulric’s throat tightened. He wanted a kiss from Gage, too. He’d been dreaming about it, he’d imagined Gage kissing him just a bit further to the left, he’d imagined turning his head so their lips met.
There was another way to get a kiss from him. It wouldn’t be a real kiss, but...
Ulric wet his lips. “Help me practice.”
Gage raised his eyebrows. “Practice what?”
Ulric squirmed. “For—For when I get a boyfriend. I suck at kissing.”
Gage froze, surprised. For a second, Ulric thought he saw unhappiness flicker through Gage’s expression. Then it was gone, and Gage made himself smile. “Okay.”
“You don’t have to.”
Gage shook his head. “No, it’s really fine.”
Ulric thought Gage might just lean in and give him a quick peck on the lips. But Gage took off Ulric’s glasses, setting them on the side table. Then he swung his leg up and straddled Ulric’s lap, filling Ulric’s vision.
Ulric stopped breathing.
“Is this how alphas do it?” Gage asked, cracking a smile. “Or should I not sit on you?”
“This is fine,” Ulric blurted.
Gage was heavy on him, all strong and muscled. Just having him this close, his legs open around Ulric—this was like a wet dream come true.
“Okay.” Gage smiled. He cupped Ulric’s neck and pressed their foreheads together, and his eyes blurred into a sea of green. Ulric froze. In the shadows of the living room, it felt like anything could happen between them.
“This is how you kiss,” Gage whispered, his breath hot on Ulric’s lips.
Then he slanted his mouth across Ulric’s in a slow, exquisite brush. Tingles exploded down Ulric’s nerves; he gasped. Gage kissed him more firmly, and his lips felt glorious, his teeth grazing Ulric’s skin.
Ulric forgot to breathe. This was supposed to be a practice kiss. Every slide of their mouths felt decadent, surreal, and Ulric wanted more, he wanted to touch Gage in return. He didn’t know if he should.
“Kiss back,” Gage whispered.
Ulric tried. His thoughts spun. His cock was growing thick, and he wasn’t sure if Gage could feel it through their clothes. Scarcely had he set his hands on Gage’s strong thighs, when Gage flicked his tongue against Ulric’s lips. Then he thrust in without warning, a hot, hungry presence that swept into Ulric, tasting him everywhere inside.
Ulric’s instincts roared. Gage was inside him. Blood surged between his legs. He groaned, and Gage answered with a snarl, yanking on Ulric’s hair to tip his head back. Gage sealed their lips together, his tongue damp inside Ulric’s mouth, devouring him.
Ulric grew so hard, he couldn’t think. He bit Gage’s lip, grasping his shirt. Then he yanked Gage closer and thrust his own tongue into Gage’s mouth.
Gage tasted like apple cider and crackers. He slid their tongues together, sending a burst of electricity up Ulric’s spine. Then he rocked his hips against Ulric’s, a rough, deliberate grind, and their cocks shoved together, Gage’s length thick against his. Ulric grew achingly hard in seconds, he plunged into Gage’s mouth, in and out, the exact same way he wanted to fuck into this alpha.
“Damn, Ulric,” Gage hissed.
And he reached down, grabbing Ulric between the legs. His hand was hot, his grip tight. Ulric pulsed so hard, he almost came right there.
He knocked Gage’s arm away, panting, his precome smearing wet around his tip. He should’ve known that kissing Gage would make him hard. And now Gage had discovered that about him, too.
“You’re so fucking hard,” Gage whispered, his gaze too shrewd. He reached for Ulric again, his palm a heavy pressure stroking down Ulric’s length, base to tip.
Ulric almost speared through his clothes. “Stop that.”
“Or else what?” Gage’s expression had turned hungry, dangerous. And it riled the animal that had awakened within Ulric, the beast he became when he lost control.
“Or else I’ll fucking come,” Ulric snapped.
“Then come,” Gage whispered. And he pushed his hand into Ulric’s pants, his hot grip sending sheer need through Ulric’s veins.
Ulric shoved Gage off his lap, he slammed Gage down onto the floor, pinning him with his entire body. Then he crammed his bulge between Gage’s open legs, letting Gage feel every inch of his cock. Everything that would go into that spread ass.
Gods, that ass. Ulric had dreamed of opening Gage’s cheeks, he’d wanted to plunge his cock inside and hear Gage scream. All he needed was to tear Gage’s pants off, stretch his hole, and slam his cock in.
Ulric curled his fingers into Gage’s waistband, yanking it halfway down his ass. Gage shoved Ulric’s hands off. “Not so fast.”
At the back of his mind, it occurred to Ulric that maybe... Gage didn’t want this.
This was supposed to be a kiss. A practice one.
And he’d gone and let Gage feel his cock. Gage now knew how hard Ulric had gotten for him.
Ulric froze, his heart sinking. His body wilted a little. He tried to get his thoughts under control; his instincts didn’t want him to pull away, or apologize. He wanted to take.
“I—I’ll stop,” he said, his tongue too thick. Gage didn’t want to fuck him.
Gage grabbed his hand. “Not what I meant.”
Gage shuffled into a sitting position, their foreheads bumping, his legs draped over Ulric’s thighs. Then he curled his fingers into the front of Ulric’s pants, he popped the button, and unzipped Ulric’s fly. Ulric stopped breathing. What was Gage doing?
He thought maybe Gage just wanted to look at his cock. Maybe Gage wanted to compare sizes. Except Gage pushed his fingers into Ulric’s boxers, his fingertips brushing Ulric’s sensitive skin. Pleasure whispered into Ulric’s body. And Gage wrapped his hand around Ulric’s tip, easing it out.
Ulric’s breath punched out of his lungs. Gage was touching him there. And his precome smeared wetly against Gage’s hand—there was no way Gage didn’t know how desperate Ulric was for him. “Gage—”
Gage pushed Ulric’s waistband down, he pulled Ulric’s cock out into the open, so it jutted up between them, flushed and thick.
Ulric shoved it down, his face burning.
“Don’t.” Gage caught his hand. He made Ulric release himself so his cock jerked back up, musky and incriminating.
Instead of just looking, Gage touched his knuckles to Ulric’s underside. He followed the ridge up, a barely-there pressure that Ulric felt in the deepest parts of his body. “Why the hell are you—”
Ulric bit his words off, unwilling to say it. Not right now.
“Why am I touching your cock?” Gage’s eyes darkened. And he wrapped his fingers around Ulric, dragging his fist all the way to Ulric’s tip. Pleasure sizzled through his veins; Ulric panted. It felt so much better when Gage touched him, than when he touched himself. It was as though Gage had lit up all his nerves.
“You’re so fucking hard for me,” Gage rasped.
He brushed the pad of his thumb all the way around Ulric’s head. Then he squeezed Ulric’s tip, and a droplet leaked onto Gage’s finger. Ulric thought Gage might ignore it.
But Gage brought his hand to his lips, licking off Ulric’s precome. And he rolled it through his mouth, rumbling low in his throat. “Salty.”
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br /> Gage had tasted him. Ulric’s head burned, his pulse beat like a drum between his thighs. Gage smiled, looking hungrier than Ulric had ever seen him.
Again without warning, Gage closed his fist around Ulric’s base, dragging it all the way up to his tip. Pleasure pulsed through his body; Ulric’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Fuck, Gage.”
Gage pumped him harder, then harder again, until his calluses scraped against Ulric’s skin and it felt as though he wouldn’t stop. Ulric writhed, yanking Gage’s hand away so he wouldn’t come right there.
“You’re so fucking close,” Gage whispered.
He pulled his legs off Ulric’s thighs, he shuffled back a little. Then he leaned in and took Ulric’s tip into his mouth.
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Burn Part 2
Ulric couldn’t breathe. Gage was hot inside. Damp. And he sucked down Ulric’s cock, all snug and sinful, his tongue stroking Ulric where he was sensitive.
Ulric’s spine arched, his senses overloading. On instinct, he grabbed Gage’s head and shoved him down, so his cock hit the back of Gage’s throat. That sensation hauled him over the edge; Ulric cried out in surprise, pleasure ripping through his body as he spurted over and over down Gage’s throat, filling him with come.
For a while, he drifted, his thoughts hazy, the aftershocks of his climax echoing through his body. He thought he felt something rumbling against him.
It wasn’t until he could think again, that he realized his cock was still buried deep in Gage’s mouth. Gage had tasted him. Hell, he’d come down Gage’s throat. And Gage was growling around him, his tongue sliding against Ulric’s cock.
Ulric shoved Gage off, his heart tumbling. He hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. What would Gage think of him?
When Gage glanced up, his eyes were dark. He didn’t once look away from Ulric as he licked his lips. Then his throat worked, and Ulric realized that... Gage had swallowed every drop of his come. Ulric froze.
“I don’t think you realize how fucking hot you are,” Gage rasped.
Then he leaned in, he grabbed Ulric by the nape and crashed their lips together, and he thrust his tongue into Ulric’s mouth, tasting like bitter come.
The retreating beast came snarling back. Ulric groaned, tangling his tongue with Gage’s. He tasted himself on this alpha, he smelled musk. When he reached down, he found Gage hard behind his pants. Because of Ulric.
Gage shoved down his own clothes. His cock jerked up, pushing hungrily against Ulric’s palm. It was hot, thick, longer than Ulric’s. Ulric groaned, sliding his palm down Gage’s silky length. He wanted it everywhere on him. On his face, in his ass, he wanted it covering him with come. It’d feel so good. “I—”
Gage thrust his tongue into Ulric’s mouth. He tasted Ulric everywhere inside, he stole all of Ulric’s breath. And he caught Ulric’s sac in his hand, squeezing it so pleasure jolted up Ulric’s spine.
“Damn big balls,” Gage murmured. Then he shoved Ulric backward so Ulric’s back hit the floor. And Gage pinned Ulric down with his own body, he shoved Ulric’s legs apart, grinding his bare cock against Ulric’s ass.
Ulric’s breath rushed out of him. “You can’t be serious.”
“What part of this isn’t serious?” Gage growled. He grasped Ulric’s pants, he ripped them down Ulric’s ass like Ulric had done to him. And he fitted his cock between Ulric’s cheeks, a thick, heavy slide that spread Ulric open, grinding damp and hungry against his hole.
Ulric’s throat went dry. Gage’s tip was right where he was the most vulnerable. He could push harder, and Ulric would open for him. Ulric shoved Gage away, kicking off his own pants for greater mobility. “I won’t submit that easily.”
Gage’s eyes gleamed. “Yeah? But you’ll submit?”
“No.” Ulric lunged, pinning Gage hard against the floor. Then he shoved his still-hard cock between Gage’s thighs, he angled it under Gage’s sac, and then up, thrusting enough to spread Gage’s tight cheeks.
And now Ulric’s tip was lodged against Gage’s hole, and it didn’t matter that he couldn’t see it—he could feel where they touched. He rolled his hips, grinding against Gage’s entrance. He wanted to stretch it, he wanted to fit every inch of his cock inside.
Gage swore, his own length jerking. But he heaved Ulric off, a feral smile curving his lips. “This is how we’re playing it?”
“Yeah.” And Ulric lunged at Gage, at the same time Gage knocked him down onto the floor, grabbing Ulric’s knot. Ulric groaned; Gage shoved Ulric’s legs apart, catching his knee to haul it up, exposing his hole.
Ulric yanked his leg out of Gage’s grasp, but not before Gage crammed his fingers between Ulric’s cheeks, right against his entrance. Ulric stopped breathing. Cocks felt amazing, but fingers went in a lot easier, a lot faster. What would Gage’s feel like?
“Say ‘no’, Muffin,” Gage whispered. “That one word. Any others, and it’ll mean you want this.”
“Damn you,” Ulric hissed.
Gage pushed his fingers hard against Ulric, forcing him to stretch open. Then he plunged inside, all dry friction, thick and demanding. Ulric wheezed, his body yielding, his cock pulsing.
Gage was inside.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” Gage shoved his fingers all the way in. It burned. Then he found Ulric’s prostate, grinding his fingers against it. Pleasure throbbed through Ulric’s body, stealing his thoughts away. He might’ve made a sound.
“Yeah? You like that?” Gage murmured. He crammed his fingers hard against that spot, rough and insistent in a way no one had done before. Ulric groaned, his body winding up tight, his cock aching.
“Perfect,” Gage whispered. Then he began a relentless massage, back and forth, stroking that sensitive spot, every touch crackling with bliss. Ulric tried to breathe, his eyes rolling back in his head.
But he didn’t want Gage to think he was weak. He knocked Gage’s fingers out of himself. Then he rolled over to get his feet beneath him.
Gage crashed into him from behind, he slammed Ulric face-down against the floor, shoving his cock between Ulric’s cheeks. Precome smeared between them; Gage rolled his hips, his tip raking up Ulric’s crack, staking its claim.
Ulric’s breath punched out of him; his hole squeezed in anticipation.
“Gonna take this, Muffin,” Gage growled. He set his hand between Ulric’s shoulder blades, pinning Ulric down with his weight. Then he grabbed Ulric’s asscheek and spread it wide, cool air brushing Ulric’s hole. “Fuck, you look perfect.”
Heat crept up Ulric’s neck. Gage was looking at his hole.
Gage spat. Wet fingers touched Ulric’s entrance, rubbing firm and reverently. Then Gage sank a finger in, swearing.
It felt so good whenever Gage touched him inside. Ulric bit down his moan. “Need lube. Drawer.”
He waited until Gage had found the lube, Gage smearing some over his cock. Ulric heaved Gage off, making to escape. Because like hell he’d wait for Gage to push into him.
Ulric got to his feet; this put his ass right in front of Gage’s face. Gage grabbed him around the thighs and crammed his fingers between Ulric’s cheeks, and he found Ulric’s hole in a hot second, plunging inside like he had every right to be there. Ulric’s breath left his throat. “Fuck, Gage.”
“You keep fighting me,” Gage growled, doing wonderful, magical things with his fingers. Ulric shuddered. “But all you really want is for me to pin you down and fuck you ‘til you cream.”
That sounded amazing. Ulric’s hole squeezed; Gage swore.
“I felt you clench, Muffin,” Gage rasped. “Gonna be tight like that around my cock?”
Ulric bit down his groan. “Keep thinking that.”
“I will.” And Gage spread his fingers inside Ulric, forcing Ulric’s hole to open wide. Then he grabbed Ulric’s knot and squeezed. Pleasure shot up Ulric’s spine; Ulric pulsed, needing more.
Gage shoved hard against the back of Ulric’s knee, bringing Ulric crashing down. Ulric threw his ar
ms out to catch himself; he landed on all fours. And Gage slammed him back against the floor, shoving his cock between Ulric’s cheeks. “Say ‘no,’” Gage growled. “And I’ll stop.”
“Fuck off,” Ulric snarled, his body singing, his hole squeezing tight. He made to escape again.
Gage laughed. He anchored Ulric down and slid his blunt tip between Ulric’s cheeks, cramming it against his hole. Ulric’s breath punched out of him.
Gage didn’t ask again—he snapped his hips and pushed, forcing Ulric to open for him. Ulric took all of Gage’s length as it plunged inside, stretching him with its blissful thickness. He tried to breathe. Gage was big. Delicious. With every inch he thrust in, he stretched Ulric further, until Ulric was sure he could take no more cock.
Then Gage began to move, in and out, each stroke turning more savage. Pleasure throbbed through Ulric’s body. He spread his legs wider, accepting every inch as Gage fucked into him, claiming him inside. It had been so long since he’d had anyone there. And Ulric loved that Gage was his first in a while.
“Fuck,” Gage panted. He snapped his hips again, plowing his whole length inside.
Ulric thought maybe a noise slipped from his own throat. “That’s hardly anything,” he growled.
Gage’s laugh was deep, hungry. “Yeah? What about this?”
And he began a hard rhythm, one that sent his cock slamming right into Ulric’s prostate, over and over until Ulric trembled against him, gasping for breath, his entire body throbbing with pleasure.
He didn’t think he could come again. He’d emptied out his balls. But Gage’s strokes grew deeper, more feral. Then he grasped Ulric’s knot and squeezed hard, ramming his cock into Ulric’s body like a beast. Ulric’s pleasure spiraled, his need pounding between his legs.
“Come for me, babe,” Gage murmured in his ear. Then he bit into Ulric’s shoulder, and Ulric came, his body squeezing tight, his spine arching, waves of pleasure rocking through him like an earthquake.
Vaguely, he heard Gage’s breathing hitch. Gage’s thrusts turned feverish, his body hot as he crammed every inch of himself inside. With a snarl, Gage thrust in a last time, his warmth filling Ulric, his pleasure tangible between them.
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