The bunch of muscle in his biceps enthralled Morgan. The lust in his eyes, in his voice, and scent, captivated him. “Yeah, a taste. But don't make me come. I want to do that inside you.” Kisho grunted and glanced to the table, then frowned. “No condoms.”
“You sure?” Morgan asked, trying to unscrew the tube of lube in his hands. But he couldn't stop shaking. He'd wanted this for so long. To finally have his fox, to join in perfect union with another.
“I said no condom. I want that seed inside me.” Kisho bared his fangs.
“God, I love it when you turn wild. I'm so close to coming,” Morgan groaned. “No condoms. Fuck, kitsu. I'm not going to last.”
And then Kisho yanked him the rest of the way closer, until Morgan's cock touched his lips. He swallowed Morgan's dick whole and sucked harder and harder, swirling his tongue around Morgan's shaft for that special surprise at the end.
Morgan thrust in and out, not able to let Kisho do all the work. He fucked his lover's mouth, watching himself disappear inside his lover. His mate.
“My kitsu, I've been waiting so long for this.” Morgan would be damned if he'd cry. He was no pussy, but he'd never seen anything more beautiful—more right—then Kisho accepting all of him. His climax pressed close, but he held on. “Let go. Let me come inside you.” Kisho sucked harder and cupped his balls.
Morgan gasped as Kisho licked his slit. He grabbed a fistful of Kisho's hair and pulled until Kisho let him go. But the extreme suction made him tremble with the need to come.
“Lubed you up some,” Kisho said and licked at his elongated fangs. “Now fuck me.” Morgan quickly slid a mass of lube over himself, needing to be slick, fast. He wouldn't chance hurting Kisho for the world. “You giving me orders? I don't think so. I'm in charge now.
You and your beast belong to me.” Morgan instinctively tamped down on Kisho's energy, cutting off Kisho's ability to change. The beast remained, but dormant.
Kisho's cock grew harder, and he bucked under Morgan. “Oh, fuck. That's hot. Get in me, now. Oh yeah. Gonna come all over you,” he rasped.
Morgan nudged Kisho's legs wider so he could position himself for penetration. Once seated at the entrance he sought, he grabbed Kisho's wrists and held him down.
Then he pushed slowly into that tight hole until he breached the snug passage.
Kisho moaned and stared into Morgan's eyes.
They didn't look away from each other as Morgan seated himself all the way inside his lover. “Kitsu, my little fox. Finally mine. All mine.” Kisho lifted his chin and gasped as Morgan began thrusting, long, deep pushes that touched the very deepest part of his Circ.
“Oh fuck. Yes, yes,” Kisho moaned and shuddered under him. A splash of wetness hit his belly, but Morgan didn't stop.
“That's it, kitsu. Mark me. Let everyone know I belong to you.” Kisho's beast let out a pleased growl. “Yeah, mine.” He continued to spend, his seed coating both their bodies.
As much as Morgan wanted to prolong this ecstasy, he couldn't hold on. He quickened his pace, ramming into his mate. The furious climax overtook him, showering sparks of pleasure all over his body, mind, and soul.
“Yes, baby, oh yeah. Take all of it,” he moaned as he climaxed, releasing inside Kisho.
Kisho's eyes blazed, full of life, full of pleasure. The remaining barriers holding them apart crashed around them, and a new, powerful sense of togetherness brought Morgan to such rapture, he had to blink away tears of profound relief.
When he regained his senses, Morgan lay on his back. He must have passed out, because Kisho lay next to him and washed him off with a damp, soapy cloth. His lover smelled like lemon soap, clean, tasty. And hard again, Morgan noted with sleepy satisfaction.
“You share my energy,” Kisho said.
“Your body, your cum. All of you. Fuck me, you are amazing. Your ass is perfect, the way I knew it'd be.”
Kisho's shy smile entranced him. “You're not so bad yourself.”
“Kitsu, I—”
Kisho blinked, and a guarded expression stopped Morgan from confessing his love. You're pushing too soon. Stop it. Ease him into it, or you'll lose him.
“Why do you call me that?”
“I want to answer you. I really do.” Morgan sucked in a breath when the cleansing rub over his cock turned into a sensual massage. “But, I…” He panted as Kisho teased him.
“You're really big. I mean, you're tall and built. But your dick is huge. Stretched me out real good, Morgan.” Kisho's soft voice mesmerized. “You like my mouth?”
“Oh yeah.” Morgan couldn't believe he was hard again. “You're incredible, you know that?”
Kisho ran his tongue over his lips. “What about my ass? You like my ass?”
“Shit yeah. Kitsu, please. I want you with me this time. Together. But if you keep doing that— fuck.” Morgan arched up when Kisho tugged hard on his balls.
The bite of pain shocked the hell out of him because it felt so damned good.
“I want to see you in clamps,” Kisho whispered and kissed his chest. He continued to fondle Morgan, no longer cupping his sac but now stroking his shaft. “Such pretty nipples, Morgan. Ever had them pinched? Bit? Ever had someone bite you while you come?” Morgan shook his head, unable to speak as Kisho yanked his dick up and down, harder and harder. His precum made a decent lube, but the jerky motions of Kisho's large fist started to hurt, and once again his desire increased.
“What are you doing to me?” he breathed.
“I want answers. But I find I don't want them as much as I want to see you hurting while you come. It's the most amazing thing.”
“Shit. You're a pain junkie? My gentle kitsu?” Morgan gasped as Kisho licked his nipple, then pierced it with his fang. Kisho's hand tightened around his cock at the same time, and the added pressure seized him with white, scorching pleasure. “Kitsu, yes, yes.” A stream of cum jetted into the air. Morgan moaned and spewed, then came harder when Kisho swallowed the remainder of his orgasm.
Grinding into his lover's face, Morgan shook until he was bone-dry. But he didn't have time to relax because Kisho rose above him and shoved his hot, pulsing cock between Morgan's lips.
“I'm in charge now, aren't I, mate?” Kisho's beast stared out at him through slit pupils. A partial change, and one that made Morgan hungry to taste the beast.
He answered by taking Kisho to the back of his throat. Squeezing Kisho's balls, the way Kisho had just done to him, Morgan gave his mate back the painful pleasure he seemed to need.
Kisho fucked his mouth with short, sharp bursts, his uneven, raspy breaths growing shorter as he neared his own climax.
“Yes, swallow me, mate. Take my cum. Eat me.” He moaned and slammed once more into Morgan's mouth before climaxing.
Morgan swallowed a mouthful and more of Kisho, not wanting their bliss to end. Each pulse, each taste of his mate, sated another hunger, one he hadn't realized he'd had. On some level, Morgan was changing. He knew it, could feel it, and didn't care. Nothing mattered but his fox. And now that the hunt was over, he intended to indulge for as long as he could.
Kisho pulled out and slithered back down Morgan's body, lying on top. “I'm going to fuck you, too. Until there's not one part of your body that doesn't belong to me,” he growled, sounding and looking more inhuman with each passing second.
“Let me see all of you.”
Kisho stared at him with eyes that glowed. The pupils subtly elongated, now slit like those of a cat, a giant predator too sated to kill, but one who no doubt intended to play with his prey.
“You sure?”
“Trust me. I want to see what's mine.” Morgan threw a hint of mean into his voice, needing Kisho's beast to recognize that just because Kisho was bigger, he wasn't necessarily badder.
Kisho moved off Morgan and lay down next to him. Morgan turned on his side to watch, intrigued and excited as the beast rose to take command.
Using the energy swirling between the two of them, and feeling high on the sweet scent of orange and cinnamon that filled the room, Morgan unconsciously pulled a tendril of energy from Kisho and wrapped it around himself, more than content with the feeling of belonging.
Kisho trembled. “I don't know what you did, but my beast loved it. Do it again.” As Kisho's skin darkened, his body elongated, and his muscle mass grew. Morgan stole another band of energy and hugged it tight.
A loud purr vibrated next to him, and Morgan stared into the face of the inhuman creature he'd fallen in love with.
“Fuck, you're so hot when you're raw. I love your beast, kitsu.” I love you. Morgan kissed Kisho's larger mouth and licked at his fangs. Then he leaned closer and shoved his throat at Kisho's mouth. “Come on. Taste. You know you want to.” The purring grew louder. Kisho opened his mouth and nuzzled Morgan's throat. The danger of having the beast so close, so near to doing him harm if he barely tried, turned Morgan on yet again.
“Hmm, tasty,” Kisho rasped. He nipped at Morgan's throat, but Morgan barely felt the sting, his attention once again drawn to his unbelievable recuperative powers.
“I'm hard again,” he said in amazement. Even for him, this was unusual.
“Like a Circ.” Kisho sucked at his throat and lapped the small wound closed with his tongue. “God, you taste so good. You're mine now. And that should be bad. But I can't think of why at the moment.”
Kisho suddenly sat up and pulled Morgan with him, caging him in his hold from front to back. He forced Morgan's legs wide and lifted him higher, positioning Morgan's ass against the tip of something hard. A large erection prodded Morgan's puckered hole. “You like pain. I can smell it. And I can see it.” Kisho kissed his neck and leaned over his shoulder, fixating on his cock. “How fast do you heal?” Kisho shifted his hips, and Morgan felt something hot and wide tease his anus.
“Hell. I knew this was coming.”
“Oh yeah. Coming. I like the sound of that. Open up, lover. Because it's time my beast had some fun too.”
Morgan wanted to protest, but he instinctively knew Kisho, though seemingly too large to accommodate, would fit. He had to accept all of his mate. And he would.
What he hadn't counted on was how he'd make it happen.