Jared's Heart
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“Or else?” Jared wanted to ask, but decided he’d already pushed his luck.
He heard his car door open later, felt Matthias’s huge hand helping him unfasten his seat belt. Matthias helped him down and laced their fingers together, leading Jared. Jared nearly bumped into Matthias when the werebear came to a halt.
“Ready?” Matthias asked. Something lingered there, Jared realized. Excitement and hope, that Matthias rubbed some of it on Jared.
“Show me. Now,” Jared said, blinking when Matthias reached up and tugged the blindfold away. Disoriented by the flood of a street light, Jared blinked several times, glancing around him. He thought Matthias would maybe take him out to a nice restaurant or charming in, but they were in a residential neighborhood.
Matthias patiently waited for Jared to piece the puzzle together. Feeling foolish, Jared felt Matthias’s hand close on the back of his neck, directing his attention to the single-story house in front of them. A gravel path led to a generous porch. Trees bordered the property and the house itself looked recently built. All straight lines, it had a contemporary feel to it.
“W-what?” Jared asked, feeling stupid. It took him another second to realize there was no for sale on the lawn. Matthias pressed something to his hand. A set of keys, Jared realized. Tears blurred his vision. Time slowed to crawl, as he turned to Matthias. “You bought a house?”
“Our home,” Matthias confirmed, suddenly looking overwhelmed by Jared’s tears.
“Oh, that’s, that’s so fucking perfect.” Jared never thought he’d see the day he’d run out of words.
“I worked things out with Michella. She works real estate on the side,” Matthias muttered. Sighing, he brought Jared close, kissing his tears away, before claiming his mouth. Heat surged down Jared’s throat, the taste of Matthias bringing him back to reality.
“Oh, baby. Thank you. I love it,” Jared whispered, after Matthias released his lips.
“Don’t say that yet. Come see inside,” Matthias said, sounding like an excited child, but Jared felt the same.
With a nod, Matthias led them into the front door and flicked the switch on. “There’s no furniture yet, but I figure we can pick them together.”
Jared’s throat tightened with a well of emotions. He gazed around the rooms Matthias walked them through, envisioning where he’d place certain items. They had long discussions about getting a bigger apartment after agreeing Jared’s place was too small.
“You’re not mad I didn’t discuss this with you?” Matthias asked tentatively, watching Jared’s reaction.
“A little, but I’m fucking blown away right now,” Jared said with a grin. “Life’s too short to be always angry right?”
Matthias brought him close, and they stood like that for a while, recalling a few months ago, when they’d both been practically strangers to each other. No, that hadn’t been right either. They’d always known what they were. Despite the unchangeable circumstances of the past, they were two halves of one soul. Mates.
Jared’s stomach suddenly grumbled, spoiling the moment, and with a laugh, Matthias led him a part of the house Jared hadn’t seen. The dining room, but unlike the rest of the house, it had a solid teak table able to seat four. Candlelight illuminated the space, and the setting on the table with the food.
“Oh, baby,” Jared muttered. “When did you have time for all this?”
Matthias grinned. “Confession time, the table I set, but the food I ordered from our favorite grill and bar.”
“No wonder the food smells familiar.” Jared kissed his unshaven cheek. “Thank you though, I appreciate the effort.”
“No need to keep thanking me, although you can make it up to me,” Matthias said as they sat to eat, eyes gleaming with intent.
“Why, my unexpectedly romantic bear, do you have plans to fuck me senseless in our new house?” Jared realized he liked the sound of those two words. Our house, as if there was permanence attached to them.
Matthias shook his head, laughing. “You say the most romantic things, pup. Eat.”
They ate, and Matthias told Jared about his day. Jared did the same, like they always did. After roughing out the first few weeks to iron out their daily schedule, Jared liked settling into a routine. It made him realize how empty his life had been, how lonely it had been, before Matthias came into his life.
“Thinking deep thoughts?” Matthias asked when they cleared the table.
“Me on my knees, sucking your dick, so you’ll forget about spanking my ass,” Jared answered. They moved to what would be their bedroom. Right now, it didn’t have anything, but it would do prefect. Jared wanted to remember this space like this, bare, not for long, because Matthias and he would soon fill it with new memories, both good and bad, for the better and the worse.
“I bet you like to feel my hand, marking that tight ass of yours,” Matthias said against his ear, making Jared shiver.
Jared only noticed the other items in the room. A plain black bag containing toys, he assumed. Noticing where Jared’s gaze lay, Matthias smiled. “Strip and bring the bag to me, pup.”
Swallowing, Jared peeled off his clothes with haste. Once he shrugged off the last piece, he looked at Matthias, who nodded in approval. God, it was a rush, yielding to Matthias in the bedroom. Jared walked toward the bag, wanting to take a peek, but Matthias’s voice made him pause. “No peeking, pup.”
Resigned, Jared brought the bag to him, instantly falling to his knees, making Matthias smile. Matthias threaded his fingers through Jared’s hair, pressing his face against his denim-clad thigh.
“Please,” Jared murmured, wanting to reach out and unfasten the top button of his jeans, but kept his hands still.
“Tell me what you want, pup,” Matthias urged.
“Your dick in my mouth.”
“Good enough, but first, get on your hands and knees.” Matthias helped him get into positions. Cool air caressed Jared’s body, making him aware of how Matthias remained clothed and standing, callused hand palming the curve of his left ass, but he didn’t punish him then. He heard the bag being unzipped, and stole a look over his shoulder.
“Eyes front, pup,” Matthias commanded. Feeling guilty, Jared returned his attention to the floor, heart pounding with excitement. Matthias nudged his legs further apart and he heard Matthias uncapping something, and then sliding lubed fingers into his hole. Jared groaned, squirming, but knowing Matthias was far from done. Matthias wouldn’t fuck him yet, he knew, because they were just starting.
Matthias curled his finger, hitting his prostate, making him gasp, before sliding a second finger in. He finger fucked Jared, scissoring him, before pulling them away. Jared felt the curved head of something hard press against his entrance. Not Matthias’s cock, he realized, but one of Matthias’s favorite anal plugs. Matthias pushed the plastic plug, increasing his discomfort.
Would Jared be able to last? As if reading his thoughts, Matthias gave his thickening cock a squeeze, a reminder for Jared not to come early. Feeling the caress of leather bits against his thighs and plugged hole, Jared squirmed.
“Stay still, pup,” Matthias chided, placing one had on the curve of his ass. “Take your punishment like a good boy.”
Jared groaned at that. Matthias slapped his inner thighs lightly at first, then his ass. His cock and balls weren’t spared either, and the repetitive smacks built up a kind of sweet burn. It didn’t hurt much, but the sting felt so alarmingly good. Tossing the flogger aside, Matthias examined the faint marks he raised on Jared’s skin. He rubbed at them then, then without warning, Matthias’ hot hand landed a sudden smack, making him jump.
“Fuck,” Jared hissed through his teeth, cock throbbing between his legs in need.
Matthias obliged him, evenly dishing out slaps on both his cheeks, until Jared begged him to stop. Each swat made Jared aware of the plug still lodged in his ass, constantly shifting, small enough to drive him crazy. By the time Matthias was done, both of them were panting.
“Remind me to be naughty more often,” Jared murmured, making Matthias laughed. His werebear pointed to the floor and Jared understood. Jared didn’t kneel immediately at first. He wanted to see some skin. Thank God, Matthias obliged him. Jared grabbed the hem of Matthias’s shirt, pulling it over his head, smacking his lips at the sight of Matthias’s solid and inked muscles.
“Like what you see?” Matthias asked, the raw hunger in his gaze making Jared shudder.
“You know I do,” Jared answered. He worked the button and unzipped Matthias’s jeans with impatience. Matthias helped him along, finally stepping out of his bottoms so both of them were naked. Falling to his knees, Jared felt Matthias’s hand spearing through his hair, tugging him close. Licking his lips, Jared flicked a tongue over Matthias’s glistening tip, tasting his pre-cum. He tongued Matthias’s slit but at Matthias’s insistent tug, he took Matthias’s dick between his lips.
“Not too much, pup. Get me ready to fuck your ass.”
Jared eagerly went to work. By now he was used to taking in Matthias’s massive size. Groaning, Matthias kept a tight hold of his hair while Jared bobbed his head up and down, the sound of Matthias’s groans music to his ears. A tug on his hair told him Matthias wanted to take over. Surrendering his control, Jared let Matthias fuck his mouth.
“Fuck, pup. Your mouth feels so good.”
“My ass would feel better,” Jared managed to utter once Matthias’s dick wasn’t stuffed into his mouth.
“I agree.” Matthias drew his prick out of his mouth. “Must be stretched and ready for me now, do you think?”
Smirking, Jared promptly went on all fours again, and offered up his ass to Matthias. With a laugh, Matthias slapped his still sensitive ass, making him moan. Matthias hand crept to his shaft, and Jared groaned as Matthias began fisting him. Up and down, Matthias pumped his dick faster, leaving him breathless with need, and close to exploding.
“Come for me, pup. Now.” The firm authority in Matthias’s voice pushed Jared to the edge. With a shuddering cry, Jared spilled ropes of his cum all over Matthias’s fingers. Matthias gripped his hips then, taking out the plug and replacing the toy with his cock. He pushed in with effortless ease, sheathing himself all the way to the hilt, until his heavy balls slapped against Jared’s ass.
“Fuck,” Jared hissed, savoring the fading burn of his entry. Even now, Matthias’s dick stretched him deliciously.
“So fucking tight for me, pup.” Matthias began riding him then. Thrusts slow at first, Matthias picked up speed, ramming repeatedly into Jared’s opening, seemingly spurred on by Jared’s pleas for more.
“Faster, please. Baby I need you in me,” Jared begged, and said nothing more.
Matthias drove into him deeper, faster, his hand moving to Jared’s dick, already at half-mast again. He stroked Jared’s member in tune to his thrusts. Groaning, Jared let out a breathy gasp when Matthias shifted his hips and slammed into his sweet spot.
“There, huh?” Matthias aimed for the spot over and over, hand gliding up and down Jared’s dick with increasing speed. “Come again for me, baby. Do it now.”
One pinch to his tip and another thrust was enough to tip the pressure building inside Jared. Screaming out Matthias’s name, Jared’s head reeled. The walls of their future bedroom fell away as waves of pleasure assaulted his body. Matthias pushed into his slick hole several more times, before growling out his climax. Feeling languid, they ended up on the cold floor, but it didn’t matter. Matthias pulled Jared close, his bulk and warmth, better than any blanket.
“I love you so much, pup,” Matthias whispered, claiming his lips, not giving Jared time to respond.
It felt much better, not saying those three words when a bunch of gangsters threatened their lives. After releasing his lips, Jared looked his bear in the eye, and gave Matthias the answer he already knew. “I love you too, Matthias. Always did.”
THE END
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Felicia Fern works as a graphic designer during the day, and loves penning erotic romance at night. A sadist who loves watching her heroes and heroines break their backs trying to earn their happy endings, Fel likes throwing in the occasional dash of the unknown to the usual romantic concoction. Her favorite pairings include MM and ménage, and she favors the paranormal.
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