Ben snorted. “Thank you, Yoda, for that insight.”
“I try.” Dave bent his fingers until they gently rasped over Ben’s prostate again.
Ben twitched. He drew in a deep breath. “Do that again.”
Dave knew his grin was evil, but he really didn’t give a shit. “My pleasure.”
Dave might say it was his pleasure but Ben knew the truth. Dave was holding back, doing everything he could to make sure Ben enjoyed their first time together.
He wouldn’t lie to his mate. The first finger had felt weird, almost uncomfortable. The second had stung, made him tense up until Dave took him into his mouth and began sucking his brains out through his cock. By the time the third finger had been introduced into his virgin ass he was so relaxed he barely felt the sting.
But he was feeling now. Oh boy, was he feeling now. Those wicked fingers were stroking something inside him that made his drained cock want to sit up and sing the Hallelujah Chorus again. Add in the primal urge to make his mate come, the need to see Dave’s face in ecstasy, and he was more than ready to take this to the next level.
Ben watched as Dave took him once more in his mouth, sucking on Ben’s cock like it was a fucking straw in an extra-thick milkshake. The man was determined to make Ben come again. Ben wasn’t complaining. Dave could suck his cock as much as he wanted.
But he never, ever wanted to know how his mate had learned to do this. He might lose his damn mind and go postal on some unsuspecting twink’s ass if he did.
His cock grew under the skilled lips and tongue of his mate until he was as hard as he’d been before. Dave’s stroking fingers had picked up momentum, fucking into him even as he fucked Dave’s willing mouth. Any discomfort was gone now, lost in a sea of pleasure, his eyes closed as he did nothing but feel.
But then the pleasure abruptly ceased. Ben frowned, wondering what had happened. But all confusion left him as he heard soft, squishing sounds.
Dave was greasing his cock, preparing to take Ben.
“Let me in, Ben.” Ben opened his eyes to find Dave hovering over him, both hands braced on the bed, his mouth inches from Ben’s. “Let me fuck you.”
Dave’s hips pushed forward, his cock nudging Ben’s twitching hole.
Ben thought of all the years missed, all the agony he’d forced his mate to suffer, and decided he wouldn’t even try to fight it anymore. Dave had earned this, and not through fucking Rock Paper Scissors either. He smiled and relaxed as much as he could, dragging his mate’s mouth down to his. He needed to taste his man, take those luscious lips, conquer one part of him just as Dave conquered part of Ben. He thrust his tongue deep into Dave’s mouth in a savage kiss as Dave slowly stroked into him, gentle to the core even as Ben ravaged him.
Dave ripped his mouth from Ben’s, panting heavily. “Enough. I’m in, Ben.” His wolf’s eyes glowed down at Ben with a brutal hunger and desperate need. “I’m inside you.”
He could feel him, hot and pulsing deep inside. “I know.” He shifted slightly, the uncomfortable stretch of his mate in his ass making him wince. “Are we sure about this? I mean, I was cool with the whole blow job thing.”
Dave grinned. “Wait and see, cherry boy.” He leaned down and took a quick sip from Ben’s willing mouth. “It gets a hell of a lot better from here.”
“Says the man on top.”
Dave’s brows rose arrogantly. His hips shifted, his cock dragging almost all the way out. Ben waited for the sensation to get better.
Dave’s hands slid down, gripped his ass and shifted him ever so slightly. He stroked back in, and Mary Malone’s baby boy saw God.
“Holy shit!” Ben’s hands rose and clutched Dave’s shoulders. Whatever Dave had done, however he’d moved, had Ben’s whole body lit with pleasure.
“There, huh?” Dave pulled out again, brushing over that spot in Ben’s ass again.
Ben groaned. “More. Give me more.”
Dave placed his lips against Ben’s. “My pleasure.”
And that big bastard began to move, fucking Ben through the mattress, making Ben see stars that had never belonged in the night sky. And all the while he kept their lips touching, barely kissing, each of them breathing in the other until Ben couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended.
“Gonna.” Dave’s pants were harsh, strained. He was holding back, waiting for Ben.
He wouldn’t have to wait long. Ben was close, really close. “Together.”
Dave damn near sobbed. “Shit. Now?”
Ben reached down and stroked his cock in time to his lover’s thrusts. His spine tingled, his hips arching to meet Dave’s thrusts. He felt the beginning of his orgasm flow through him and barely managed to moan, “Now!”
Coming with Dave’s mouth on him had been incredible. Coming with Dave’s cock in his ass could be listed as a religious experience. He could hear his mate’s agonized grunts, knew Dave was filling his ass. Ben was coming and coming, his ass clenching down on Dave’s cock and making his orgasm even stronger as Dave rubbed his newly discovered happy spot. He bit down on the mating mark on Dave’s chest, making Dave howl as his orgasm went on and on until Ben thought he’d pass out from the pleasure.
Dave collapsed over him, his cock still twitching in Ben’s ass. “Jesus fuck.”
Ben laughed breathlessly. He was sweaty, covered in come and happier than he’d ever been in his life. He hugged his mate close and breathed in their mingled scents. “Amen.”
Dave snuggled his mate close, damn near bursting with happiness. Ben was his, all his. No one, not Steve, not Rick, not even the Leo himself could tear them apart now.
“So. You’ve done this before.”
Ben, on the other hand, was an entirely different matter. “Wanna do Disney Quest?” And he gave Ben his best innocent grin.
And it worked about as well as it did on Dave’s mother. Ben’s eyes narrowed. His mouth opened, and Dave just knew he was about to ask a question the answer to which might get Dave dead just a few minutes after consummating their mating. “Well?”
“I refuse to answer on the grounds that I might be incinerated.” He pulled the sheet over his head to hide his face from Ben, but all it did was make their combined scent stronger. There was no air movement below the blanket, and their scent was strong.
“Shit.” Ben thumped him on the head with a pillow. “I don’t want to know any details. Just tell me you never had feelings for anyone else, okay?”
He pulled the blanket back down and stared Ben right in the eyes so his mate would know he was serious. “I never loved anyone but you. You know that.”
“But you fucked other men.”
Dave sighed. “I was a teenager. Chock full of hormones. And my mate hated the very sight of me.” He shrugged. “If it helps, it’s been a few years.” He grinned up at Ben. “What about you?”
Ben’s jaw clenched before he grunted in disgust. “I refuse to answer on the grounds that I might be incinerated.” He flopped down on the bed, his face buried in the pillow. “Damn it.”
Dave would have been pissed if he’d remained celibate, but after hooking up with other men in an effort to forget Ben, he understood why Ben had gone hunting. “It didn’t work for you either, did it?” He knew from experience how tainted he’d felt afterward. Hell, if at any time he was in danger of becoming an alcoholic it would have been during those years when he’d needed Ben but had taken others. After a while his wolf refused to allow him to touch anyone at all. The despair had been nearly overwhelming.
Ben turned his head until they were nose to nose, the expression on his face full of distant unhappiness. “No. It didn’t.” His hand cupped Dave’s cheek. “You’re my only love.” His eyes narrowed. “And I’d better be your only, Mr. Gay Pride Week.”