“We’ll talk about it later. For now, let’s go to my place so you can shower.” Harley winked at him. “I have this huge shower that I think we’ll both fit in just perfectly. And I— are you sure you can’t catch anything from me?”
Val nodded. “Yeah. That’s well known and proven and all that in shifters. One of the few medical things we are certain of. I have no problem with you fucking me bare, Harley. I’d prefer it, but you can use a condom, of course. Whatever makes you comfortable.”
Harley whimpered and pressed his palm to his groin. “Damn. I haven’t topped before, didn’t think I wanted to, but you are making me ache for it.”
Val felt a twinge of worry over the two of them being virgins in their upcoming lovemaking roles, but, as a bottom, Harley should know exactly what to do to make sex good for Val and Val could speak up if it was too painful. He didn’t have to grit his teeth and lie still.
“You’re thinking so hard I can hear it,” Harley teased. “Or at least, I can hear your mental gears grinding. Maybe being able to know one another’s thoughts would be a good thing, but so is talking honestly, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is.” Val stepped back and turned Harley towards him. “I’m just nervous about getting fucked, but I want to do it. I was thinking that you know what feels good as a bottom, so you’ll take good care of me.”
“I will,” Harley nodded. “Now, let’s find you some clean clothes. Any idea which boxes to look in?”
Val headed for the bedroom. “There should be five boxes in here marked ‘clothes’. Probably I should have been more specific and put labels like jeans, or shirts, or underwear on the boxes, but hindsight and all that.” He noticed Harley had stopped outside the bedroom door. Val didn’t ask why. He had a damned good idea of what put that glint of fear in Harley’s eyes. “Let’s see, I’ll hand you boxes, and you can take ’em to the living room and open them.” Val didn’t wait. Harley needed to be occupied before too many bad memories came at him.
Val picked up the first box he found with the proper marking, then he lifted it, his left thigh throbbing. He handed it to Harley and dropped a chaste kiss on his pink lips, then went for another box. In short order, he and Harley had some clothes stuffed in a bag and they left his place, locking the door after.
“You’re good,” he told Harley, seeing a tension creeping into him. Maybe they didn’t have the mental bond, but Val was already beginning to be able to read his mate. “Just think about me, and you, and what we’ll be doing together very soon.”
“I’m gonna come in my jeans if I do that for very long,” Harley grumbled, but he smiled and seemed more relaxed as they walked to his door. Harley unlocked the three deadbolts then stepped inside before Val had a chance to check the place out. He really wished he could smell things like he used to be able to. Instead he had to rely on one eye and his instincts, which he thought were duller with his wolf snoozing away inside him.
The inside of Harley’s apartment was a hell of a lot nicer than his, and he told Harley so.
Harley looked around then ran over to grab a pile of clothes. “It’s messy. I’ve been crashing in here when I had to sleep.” He turned red and darted into what Val thought was the bathroom. Sure enough the sound of water spray soon followed. “Come on in here when you’re ready. I’m gonna get naked.”
Well hell, Val really wished he could teleport. “Tease,” he called out, making his way to the bathroom. He stopped six or so feet away and set his bag on the floor. Val kicked off one shoe, then the other before propping himself against the wall and peeling off his socks. Next he removed his shirt, then, the hardest part, he stripped his jeans off, figuring it was best to get the scar-baring over with. Should I take off the patch? His eye was intact, but he’d leave that decision up to Harley.
Val took a deep breath and straightened from where he was leaning. He made the last few steps to the bathroom. As soon as he stood in the doorway, all thoughts of his own shortcomings vanished, because he couldn’t think of anything but Harley’s beauty. He appeared almost delicate, but Val knew he wasn’t. Harley had been pared down to his raw strength, then hardened and made tougher than anyone Val knew. He was thin, probably too much so, making his knees and elbows and hips, even his shoulder blades seem sharp, but he had elegant musculature, and his abs were perfection, barely sculpted just like Val preferred in his lovers. Harley would be his last, his permanent lover since they were mates, and Val was more than fine with that.
Harley was studying him, looking every bit as hungry, every bit as pleased, at Val’s nude form. Val was glad for that, and he let himself keep staring, finding the thick curved length of Harley’s cock. The flared head had been in his throat, and it’d felt huge there. Val clenched his ass. What would it feel like spreading him open?
“Come here, please,” Harley rasped, and Val dragged his attention up to Harley’s fineboned face. “Let me touch you.”
As if Val was ever going to say no to such a request from Harley. He shuffled in, left leg stiff and growing more so by the minute. Harley pulled back the bubbled glass shower door. “In, get under the water, then I’m going to run my hands all over your fabulous bod.”
Val almost laughed at that, but the want in Harley’s eyes shut him up. He got in the shower and bit back a whimper as the strong, hot spray pelted him.
“Feels awesome, doesn’t it?” Harley asked.
“Fuck yeah,” was the best Val could manage as he turned so his left thigh caught more of the massaging stream. “Ah, ah, God.” He closed his eyes and slapped a hand against the tile wall so he could lean and get some of his weight off his injured leg. “Uhn. I may wanna live in here forever.”
“Nah, we need to come out for food at least.” Harley smoothed a hand over his aching thigh. “Let me get some soap on the loofah…”
Val opened his eye. “Loofah?”
Harley popped him lightly on the butt. “Let me guess. You’re Mr Macho and have never in your life used a loofah.”
“Eeeh! Wrong!” Val grinned. “I’m just glad as hell you got one. Need to keep my skin soft and pretty.”
“Exfoliating,” Harley told him. “That’s very important, but I have to say, you have rough hands, and I find that a major turn-on.”
“Huh.” He’d make sure to keep them callused. Val moaned when Harley began rubbing his thigh, working the sore muscles and scrubbing his skin. He parted his legs when Harley patted them, then he almost melted as Harley massaged him from foot to hips. Val would have never guessed that he’d love having his ass kneaded and caressed, but he certainly did. And when Harley lightly stroked over his hole, Val wanted to arch and ask for more. He didn’t, though, as Harley said something about washing the blood out of his hair.
“Water didn’t get it all?” Val asked, wanting more of Harley’s erotic touches.
“Maybe, but rinsing with water doesn’t clean it. Soap does.”
And soap him was exactly what Harley did. Of course he had to tweak Val’s nipples along the way, and Val ended up whimpering and squirming. He hadn’t known his tits were so sensitive, but the way Harley pinched and scratched them was another barrel of accelerant poured on the fire of his arousal.
“You like that a lot, don’t ya?” Harley asked him. Instead of answering out loud, Val arched into the pinches, encouraging Harley to give him more pressure. “Shh, I don’t want to twist your nips plumb off,” Harley scolded. “Maybe I should check ’em.”
Val started to turn around but Harley ducked under his arm and, the next thing he knew, fire bloomed from the nub Harley was biting.
“Oh fuck, fuck!” Val wanted to throw Harley down, or wanted Harley to throw him down, whatever. Harley worked his nipples until the little nubs were swollen and dark red, and so sensitive Val couldn’t even look at them without whimpering.
“Yeah, you have sweet little tits,” Harley murmured. “Mmm, taste so good.” He lowered himself to his knees, licking a trail down Val’s belly. “Man, look at this
monster dick. Got some nice balls, too. Can’t wait to taste you more.” Harley delved his tongue into Val’s belly button and Val’s cock spurted out some pre-cum. His legs started to quiver and he put both hands on the shower wall. “Mmm, yeah, I wanna taste this,” Harley said right before he sucked Val’s crown into his mouth. He palmed Val’s balls at the same time, and used his other hand to grab a handful of Val’s ass.
“Yes,” Val hissed. “Do it. Let me feel your fingers in me.” Being so vocal while having sex was new and intriguing, but not nearly as intriguing as the jolt he got when Harley pushed a fingertip into his ass. “Ungh,” Val grunted, kind of liking the way it felt to have something in there wriggling around.
Then Harley bobbed down on his cock, taking in over half of it. He pushed on Val’s sac, and another digit was added to the one in his ass, and Val wasn’t so sure he liked the burn. Didn’t think he did, until Harley stroked over his gland and nearly melted his mind.
“Keep doing that,” Val tried to say, though whether he succeeded he didn’t know, because Harley sucked his cock down to the root, and those soft, wet tissues contracted around his length, massaging and loving on his shaft. The fingers inside him seemed to multiply, stretching him wider, and the ache from it tangled with the pleasure shooting up from his dick, and Val threw his head back and shouted as spunk jetted from his cock.
He thrust as hard as he could without using his left leg much, and revelled in the sensation of his dick being milked by Harley’s throat and mouth.
Harley kept at his gland, and, as a result, Val’s cock didn’t soften in the least. His balls began to throb like he needed to come. Then Harley withdrew his fingers and left off sucking Val.
Val made an inquisitive noise, not yet trusting himself to speak.
“Need to fuck you,” Harley explained as he stood. “You’re too tall for me to do it in here unless I bend you over the toilet. I’d rather have you on the couch, and I gotta warn you, this might get rough.”
“Rough’s good,” Val told him. “Anywhere you want me is good, too.”
“I don’t want to give you good, I want to give you absofuckinglutely fantastic,” Harley grumped. “Out.”
Val got out and Harley started drying him off briskly. “Gorgeous ass, babe. Wish mine was this round and taut.”
Val tried to look over his shoulder at his butt. He didn’t really pay it much attention, just knew he’d been told he had a fine one and that was all he cared about. He supposed it was kinda…out there.
“Very fuckable.” Harley ran the towel over it, giving both cheeks a grope, after which he knelt and began drying Val’s legs. “Spread a little, if you can.”
Val scooted his feet apart and was rewarded by Harley hefting his balls, rolling them gently in their sac. “Damn, Harley, keep that up and I’ll embarrass myself.”
“If you think this feels good,” Harley squeezed them lightly, “then I bet you’re gonna love what I’m gonna do next even more.”
Val figured he’d be happy with whatever Harley did, that was true enough. “What are you—Oh!” He clenched his ass reflexively when Harley slid his fingers down his crack. The hand that had been on his balls was used to prise Val’s cheeks open, and the warmth of Harley’s breath teased at his hole. “Harley, are you going to—to rim me?” he asked, more than a little breathlessly. “I haven’t been, before.” Great, he was already losing his ability to form sensible sentences.
“Mmmhmmm,” Harley crooned just before licking right over his pucker. Val gasped at the sensation and tried to arch and press back. He wanted more of that. “Yeah, feels good, doesn’t it? Love being rimmed, but it doesn’t happen much for me. Not something—well, anyway.” Harley licked him again, and again, and held his ass cheeks with a grip that Val hoped left bruises, at least for a few hours, maybe even a day if he was lucky.
Harley laved the skin between his balls and hole, wedging his head right between Val’s legs. Then he backed off. “Put your hands on the counter. It’ll help you take some of the weight off your leg and you can present this beautiful ass for me.”
Shivering, his need zinging from his nipples to his balls and cock and back to his hole, Val did as Harley said. He needed the support, too, because he was already on the verge of collapsing from the pleasure, and Harley had barely even started.
“Oh yeah, look at this. Wish I could take a picture.” Harley stroked his ass again, fingers finding his opening. “Not like I’m ever gonna forget, though.”
“Harley,” Val began, ready to beg, but Harley started kissing his spine, blessing each notch of it with wet lips and slick tongue. By the time he made it to Val’s hole again, Val was trembling, his cock achingly hard and leaking pre-cum.
There was no teasing this time, no gentle licks. Harley dived into eating him like Harley was starved for it. Val cried out as his pucker was nibbled, and Harley rumbled, the vibration tickling Val’s wrinkled skin right before that firm little tongue speared into his ass.
“Oh my God!” Val tossed his head back, caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror while doing so. He almost didn’t recognise that wild, needy man staring back at him. Then he closed his eyes and keened as Harley used his tongue and fingers to loosen his hole, dipping his digits in deep and massaging his gland. Fuck! So that’s what it feels like! Val had wondered, had seen how his past lovers had melted for him when he pegged their gland. Now he totally understood why they’d done so.
Harley’s thrusts became rougher, his knuckles forcing Val’s ring to open wider, bringing a burning jolt of pleasure racing through his ass. Val’s arms were going to give out, he just knew it. “Harley, I need—my arms—”
Another lick, an almost jarring thrust of fingers, then Harley was leaving his body, and Val whimpered, unable to keep the sound in him when his ass felt so empty now.
“Come on, I need in you and you need me in you. Can’t do it here.” Harley helped Val to stand, then got right behind him and hugged him. “Damn, man, you have no idea what you do to me. No one’s ever made me want so much.”
“Same,” Val scraped out. It wasn’t eloquent, but thinking wasn’t quite possible. Somehow they got to the living room, Harley behind him the whole time, his hot, wet cock prodding at Val’s thighs. Soon that big rod would be in him, and whatever fear Val had felt earlier was replaced with anticipation. Harley smoothed a hand over the scar on Val’s thigh, and goose bumps prickled Val’s skin. The touch felt so good on that super-sensitive scar. Val had had no idea. He tried not to touch it except when he had to. That Harley could bring something good to that ugly spot, from it, made Val want to weep.
Harley murmured wordlessly, more crooning sounds than anything else. He guided Val to the long couch and nudged him. “Lay down, or, if you’d rather, put your left leg up here and kinda kneel on the right. Gotta work with me being shorter than you.”
Val went for the kneeling option, thinking it would bring him closer to Harley’s height. He lowered himself to his knees then lifted his left leg, hitching it onto the couch. Val leaned over, too, lying on the soft material and pushing his butt out.
“Oh, you are perfect, so perfect. I never would have thought I’d want to top, ever, but this…” Harley teased his fingers over Val’s hole, made him gasp. “Mmmm, yeah, this is gonna be mine. Just mine.”
The possessiveness in Harley’s tone reassured Val even more that they were mates, and, whether it was just wistfulness on his own part or a true experience, he thought his wolf growled in agreement.
“You’re sure about this,” Harley said, but it wasn’t a question. “You meant everything you said about wanting me, and not having to use anything. I’ve never fucked bare, just, ah, oral, you know. Never wanted to, but you make me want more than I ever thought possible.”
Val turned his head so he could look at Harley. “Yes, I meant it all, so hurry up and fuck me, damn it!” The waiting was driving him crazy, his cock ached, his ass ached, he needed and it was hell to talk while his body bur
ned for his mate.
“Whatever you want,” Harley told him. Val closed his eyes and listened as Harley opened what had to be lube, the gurgling noise familiar enough to him. Then slick wetness was applied to his pucker, pushed into it, and Val moaned, long, loud, hungrily. “Gotta be in you,” Harley ground out.
“Please,” Val begged, rolling his forehead against the couch cushion, dizzy with the force of his desire. “Please, honey, please fuck me, please—” He broke off with a sharp hiss as Harley penetrated him, the broad flaring cockhead much thicker than the fingers he’d had inside him.
“You can take it. I promise you’re gonna feel so, so fucking good.” Harley reached around and fisted his dick. A few pumps and Val was trying to thrust back and take more of that fat shaft into him. “Yes, you want it, let me in.”
Val was trying, but his eagerness and need were tangled with this new sensation of being fucked, and he couldn’t relax his inner muscles, couldn’t figure out how when sparks were firing up from his hole to his lower belly, promising ecstasy if he could just get more of Harley in him.
Harley kept stroking him, and he grabbed onto Val’s shoulder with his other hand. “Hold on,” he warned, and Val clenched his teeth, expecting a sudden, painful cram into his hole. What he got, though, made him pant and moan as Harley slowly slid into him, taking his time, the pleasure immediately chasing the pain away.
Harley’s cock felt huge, as if he really was splitting through Val’s ass, and that turned him on even more. Val quit trying to figure out why and just let himself feel. Harley’s hand on his dick never faltered, the gentle thrusts in his ass didn’t, either, and Val was soon keening and rocking back, jutting his hips forward, fucking himself on Harley’s cock, and his own dick into Harley’s hand.
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