Oliver
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Before Oliver could even think why Sebastian would ask him that, the sound of fabric being ripped to pieces filled the stall and soon Oliver could feel the hot water hitting his legs. Looking down, he saw that Sebastian had partially shifted—only his claws—and had used them to take care of his problem. His jeans laid in tattered pieces on the floor, soaking up even more water. Oliver shrugged. He didn’t really care about them.
He didn’t have the time to chastise his mate, though, because a wet, hot heat suddenly surrounded the head of his cock. Sebastian sucked hard and Oliver was in heaven. He let out a long moan as he slid his hands into Sebastian’s hair, caressing his mate as he took care of him. “God, I have to make these bets more often.”
Sebastian chuckled around his cock, the vibrations reverberating in his balls and making them tighten even more. How was it possible that it took only the barest touch from his mate for him to be already about to blow? He used to have more stamina than that! Well, at least the fact that he was now a shifter meant that he could remain hard for a while and go through more than one round of loving.
Oliver heard the noise of a cap opening and briefly wondered when Sebastian had grabbed the lube, but he didn’t really care, especially when Sebastian swallowed his dick to the root and sucked hard before going up again and twirling his tongue on the cap. He let his head fall back on the wall behind him, knowing that if he looked down at the way Sebastian’s lips looked stretched around his shaft, he would come, like, right now. He really wanted to have his mate inside him when that happened, though. “Love, please. Stretch me quickly.”
Sebastian immediately understood what Oliver wanted and he didn’t waste time, thrusting two lubed fingers into Oliver’s tight opening. It burned, but it also felt so damn good, especially when Sebastian nailed his sweet spot on the third thrust.
Oliver shamelessly moved his hips, impaling himself on his lover’s fingers before surging forward into Sebastian’s mouth, then repeating the movement again and again. He felt the third finger sliding in along the first two, and since it didn’t hurt he knew he was ready. Pulling lightly on Sebastian’s hair, he tried to make his mate understand what he wanted. He wasn’t sure he could use his voice right now except for moaning and groaning, so that would have to be enough.
Sebastian was in tune with Oliver and he got up in a fluid move that matched the cat within. He hooked his arms under Oliver’s knees and hauled him up, making Oliver yelp and hold tight on his mate’s neck. It sent a thrill in him to know his mate could manhandle him like this, could hold his weight up as he thrust deep into Oliver and leaned his back against the wet tiles.
Oliver didn’t even register the cold sensation this time, being too busy savoring the feeling of his mate buried deep inside him, the way Sebastian’s hips slapped against his flesh and the groans coming from his mate’s throat. There were too many sensations, and the pleasure built and built until Oliver exploded, painting both their chests in pearly seed.
He didn’t even have the time to come down from his orgasm-induced high before Sebastian bit him, claiming him all over again and dragging his orgasm on and on. Oliver lost himself in the pleasure as Sebastian joined him. He felt the spurts deep inside him and sighed contentedly as he leaned his head on his mate’s shoulder. God, he was so tired he thought he could fall asleep right there in the shower, but Sebastian wouldn’t let him.
His lover washed him tenderly, feathering small kisses on Oliver’s skin before wrapping him in a soft towel and laying him on the bed, following him right away. “So, what did you think of my family?”
“Well, I like your brother.”
Sebastian chuckled. “My father not so much?”
“Umm, no, not exactly.” He knew Sebastian liked his father about as much as Oliver did, and he felt sorry that his mate didn’t have a real family. That made him think of his family, though, and as he looked at the clock on his nightstand and saw that it was already four thirty, he knew his mother would already be up.
Sitting up, he grabbed his phone and snuggled back into his mate’s chest before dialing a number he knew by heart. He hoped it hadn’t changed in the nearly two years he had been away.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Mom. It’s me, Oliver.”
About the Author
Catherine lives in Italy, country of good food and hot hot men. She used to write fantasy as a child, but it was reading her first gay erotic romance novel that made her realize that that was what she really wanted to write.
After graduating from college in English language and translation, she divides her day between writing, reading, taking care of her son and reading some more.
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