“Shhh,” Xavier crooned. “Just relax. You’ll enjoy yourself. I swear.”
“What…why are we waiting?” Ducking his head, Owen buried his face in the crease of the other man’s neck, hiding his flushed face. Need burned through him. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so on edge.
“Part of the experience is exploring, beloved,” Xavier told him softly.
He stroked a palm down Owen’s spine, around his hip, then kneaded the extra flesh of his belly. Owen sucked in his stomach, even as he rationally realized that wouldn’t hide his gut. It seemed with the increased desk hours, there just weren’t enough hours in the day to exercise enough to keep his aging body in shape. It sucked, but it seemed to be a fact of life.
“Hey, relax,” Xavier chided. He used a strong grip on Owen’s hip to roll him to his back. Xavier moved to his side, resting on his good shoulder, and continued to trace patterns along his belly, the crease of his groin, the jut of his hip. “You are a very sexy man, Owen,” he stated before nibbling along his shoulder.
Grunting, Owen tilted his head to give Xavier’s talented mouth more access. “Not like you. Lean and muscled and the silver in your hair…shit!” He lost his babbling train of thought—which was probably a good thing, he decided—when Xavier wrapped his right hand around his dick and stroked.
“I like you just the way you are,” Xavier assured, burying his other hand in Owen’s thick gray hair and tugging lightly. “Love your hair. Gonna use it to hold your head when you’re goin’ down on me.”
Owen’s breathing hitched at the idea of sucking Xavier’s dick. “N-never done that.”
Xavier lifted his head and peered down at him, his brows creasing. “Never?”
Shaking his head, Owen figured he’d better fess up. “Never done anything with a guy. Wanted to, but…wasn’t worth the risk.”
“Risk?”
He wasn’t certain what caused the brittle edge lacing Xavier’s tone, so Owen just shrugged. “I’m a cop. Lots of testosterone. They’re not the most open-minded bunch of guys.”
Growling low in his throat, a new kind of fire lit Xavier’s eyes. “If anyone does anything to hurt you, endanger you, I’ll—”
Owen lifted a hand and pressed two fingers to Xavier’s lips, stopping his flow of words. “You probably shouldn’t finish that thought, Xav,” he murmured, although he couldn’t keep from smiling at the man’s obvious protectiveness. “How about we just get back to this bonding thing?”
“Yes,” Xavier hissed.
“Kiss me,” Owen ordered, before sliding his hand around, cupping the nape of Xavier’s neck, and urging his lips to his own. His other hand he wrapped around Xavier’s torso, mindful to keep his hand low and away from the man’s shoulders.
Xavier needed no second request. He plundered Owen’s mouth possessively, laying siege to his mouth with the single-minded purpose of exploring every inch with his lips, teeth, and tongue. Owen held on for the ride, loving every wild second of it, the feeling of being dominated and owned sending never-before experienced sensations shooting through his body.
The hand that had stilled on his dick started moving again, jacking him slowly in counterpoint to the tongue thrusting in his mouth. Xavier’s thumb slid across his glans, massaging in the pre-cum, and Owen groaned. Xavier swallowed the sound and fed him some grunts and growls of his own.
Xavier’s hand slid lower and cupped his balls. Owen spread his legs and planted one foot on the bed, using it as leverage to rock his hips up into the delicious massaging hand. He grabbed the sheet with one hand and Xavier’s hair with the other as the man above him nibbled his way along his jaw to his ear, sucking the sensitive skin.
For just a second, when Xavier’s finger dipped below his testicles and rubbed the sensitive skin below them, Owen tensed. Then the man somehow managed to suck his earlobe, scrape a nail along the throbbing vein at the base of his dick, and brush the sensitive flesh of his hole, and Owen nearly came apart from the sensation overload flooding his body.
“Fuck, fuck, f—ugh!”
Xavier’s finger dipped into his hole.
“Xav!” he gasped, his eyes flying open in shock at the interesting fire permeating his ass.
“Ah, love,” Xavier crooned. “Gonna make you feel so good.”
Then the hand disappeared and he groaned, this time from the loss.
“Easy. Open this up for me and pour some on my fingers.”
Owen pried his eyes back open and struggled to catch his breath. He stared uncomprehending at the object Xavier held for several seconds. The other man waited patiently and Owen finally caught on to the man’s silent request.
Lube! He’s asking for my ass.
Meeting Xavier’s gaze, Owen sucked in a breath at the lust and affection glowing from the man’s eyes. Tentatively, he took the tube, opened it, and poured some onto Xavier’s fingers.
Chapter Six
Xavier practically came right then when Owen finally obeyed. He took several seconds reciting the genus names of weeds to keep from spilling on the man’s hip. He nuzzled the mark he’d been sucking up below Owen’s ear and swirled his fingers through the lube to warm it.
Finally, when he felt he had himself together, Xavier lifted his head and ordered. “Roll to your side facing away from me.”
Owen looked uncertain, so he brushed their mouths together once, twice, before nipping the swollen lower lip.
“Trust me.”
Owen let out a shuddering breath, then nodded. He rolled over. Xavier knew he wouldn’t have the strength in his torso to mount the man, which would have been the easiest way for his beloved’s first time, so figured spooning on their sides would be the next best thing.
He urged Owen to move his top leg forward while instructing, “Prop it up with a pillow,” and he did it without question.
Xavier rimmed his lover with one lubed finger as he nipped and nibbled the man’s shoulder, neck, and just about any skin he could reach with his mouth, anything to distract Owen when he slid his middle finger into his tight hot chute.
Owen stilled, but didn’t tense up, which surprised Xavier. Then his human admitted, “Always wondered what it’d feel like to be someone else’s finger.”
“Played with yourself, have you?” Xavier asked.
“Yeah, you can add another.”
Xavier slid his finger in and out a couple times before doing just that. He crooked his finger and searched for that magic button that would—
“Shit! Xav!” Owen howled.
Grinning against Owen’s neck, Xavier knew he’d found it. “Hmm, like that, do you?” he asked, though it was completely unnecessary. The grunting and rocking of his lover on his fingers told him of Owen’s enjoyment.
“N-need more,” he pleaded, his voice hitching.
He’d always give his beloved what he needed, and didn’t hesitate to take the man at his word. Carefully, Xavier worked in a third digit. For just a second, Owen froze and his ass muscles clamped down on him.
“Easy, love,” he crooned, nibbling along his neck and scraping his teeth across the tendon.
Owen shuddered under his ministrations and his tense muscles relaxed. Xavier moved his fingers, slowly working him open further. He rubbed across his human’s pleasure gland with every few thrusts, loving the moans, whimpers, and hisses escaping him.
His own cock ached in the best possible way, the anticipation ramping up his own lust and desire.
After a moment, Owen twisted a bit and looked over his shoulder at him and—to his surprise—glared. “You gonna fuck me, already?”
“Thought you’d never ask,” he quipped back, grinning.
For just a second, Owen’s gaze fixated on his face. He lifted a hand and touched, first his lips, then traced a fang, revealing what had caught his attention. “Those are real, aren’t they?”
Xavier took a second to suck on Owen’s finger, removing the concerned line between his brows. After releasing the man’s finger, he repli
ed, “Yes.” Lifting a brow, he continued, “Is that going to be a problem?”
“No,” was his lover’s nearly immediate answer. “But I might keep double checking with you for a while,” he admitted.
Chuckling, Xavier nodded. “And I’ll keep assuring you that everything will be fine.” Gently, he pulled his fingers free, pleased by the man’s throaty moan.
“Deal. Now fucking get on with it. I’ve waited too long to feel a cock in my ass.”
Growling, possessive irritation filled him at his beloved’s obtuse statement. He swiped a hand up his cock, smearing himself with the rest of the lube on his fingers. A second later, he lined up his dick and pushed forward.
Owen grunted as his ass gave way and Xavier sank deep. When he finally bottomed out, his testicles flush to his human’s groin, he froze, content—for just a few seconds—burying himself in his beloved’s body.
Xavier gripped Owen’s thigh and pushed it up to his chest, opening him just a bit further, allowing him to press just a bit deeper. Owen whimpered and shuddered, his ass muscles clenching and releasing as he struggled to relax and accommodate Xavier’s girth.
Finally, Owen lay panting and relaxed beside him. He groaned. “Move. Please, move.”
Possessiveness still gripped him, and Xavier glared at his lover. “Who do you belong to, Owen?” he asked gruffly.
Owen looked back at him, his mouth working but no sound came out.
Xavier felt his control slip slightly. He pulled out slowly and thrust back in just as slow as his vision hazed to show his lover’s body heat and the steady beat of his blood through his veins. “Whose are you, Owen?” he snapped, needing an answer, confirmation that his beloved knew to whom he belonged.
“Yours,” Owen panted, his eyes wide. “Only yours.”
Growling happily, Xavier grinned and started a steady rhythm of thrust and retreat. He wrapped one arm around his lover’s torso and traced his stomach, chest, and finally tugging lightly on his nipples. He lowered his other hand to Owen’s groin and began jacking him in time with his thrusts while adjusting his angle to peg the man’s pleasure spot with each thrust.
“Oh shit, oh shit, right there, fuck, just like that,” Owen started babbling. His body strained and twitched, rocked and shuddered, in Xavier’s grip as he chased his orgasm.
“That’s the way,” Xavier urged, working them both. He could feel his own pleasure rising, coming dangerously close to cresting, and he wanted his lover to come first. “Take what you need.”
“Fuck! Xavier!” Owen cried out as he slammed his ass against him, then rocked back forward and spilled all over his hand.
Xavier hissed. The exquisite sensations of his human’s chute milking his cock making it too difficult to hold back his own orgasm. Gripping his lover’s hip, he thrust once, twice, then flooded his lover’s channel with seed as he sank his teeth into Owen’s shoulder.
Owen’s hoarse shout turned into a moan as his cock shot again, spilling several more strands of seed across the comforter.
Xavier swallowed his beloved’s blood, feeling the bond between them strengthen. For the first time in his life, Xavier felt complete, relaxed, satiated. After several more mouthfuls, he carefully extracted his fangs and licked the mark clean. Owen hummed and shivered.
“God, that feels weird,” Owen slurred, his voice revealing how blissed out he was.
For a second, Xavier froze. “Weird?”
Owen hummed. To his relief, he could hear the smile in his beloved’s voice when he replied, “Yeah. Good weird. Like I can’t wait to feel it again.”
“Good,” he whispered, laving that spot again, relieved. “Let’s get cleaned up a bit,” he said as his softening shaft slipped from Owen’s body.
Owen sighed and rolled onto his back. “Just give me a sec and I’ll find something. You melted my brain.”
Xavier grinned, pleased by how contented and relaxed—not to mention uninhibited—his beloved appeared. “I can do that,” he said, relaxing onto his own back.
Pleasure flooded him when Owen reached over and gripped his hand, giving it a squeeze, before he rolled over and reached down off the side of the bed. Unable to resist touching, Xavier ran his palm down his beloved’s side and over his flank and ass. Pride filled him upon seeing his cum oozing from Owen’s body.
Still, knowing that couldn’t be comfortable, Xavier yanked the towel out from under his back and started clearing the fluid from Owen’s thighs. “We can use this,” he murmured, cleaning his lover.
“Good idea,” Owen replied, taking it from him and finishing the job.
To Xavier’s surprise, once the man was done, he grabbed the throw blanket from the base of the bed, spread it over them, and curled up against his side—even going so far as to throw a leg over him. Xavier happily wrapped his arm around Owen and held him close, pleased his man was a snuggler.
“I know we have a lot to discuss,” Owen commented.
“We do,” Xavier agreed.
“Give me the basics real quick before I pass out,” he mumbled. “I’m not as young as I used to be.”
Xavier chuckled. “I suppose the biggest thing I should ask is if you’re going to give me a hard time about moving in with me. Due to safety, our coven lives together in the mansion you visited.” He looked down and met Owen’s gaze. “I need you with me.”
Snorting, Owen said, “You want me to move in with you, in your big fucking mansion, after one fuck?”
Sighing, Xavier knew that relationships in the paranormal world moved faster than most humans were used to, but…
“Hey,” Owen crooned, reaching up and tracing the line of his jaw. “I’m just kidding.” He gave him a tentative smile. “I guess you’ll have to get used to my rather poor attempts at humor.”
Returning his beloved’s smile, Xavier replied, “And I’ve been told I’m too serious.”
Owen grunted, then leaned up and forward and pressed their lips together in a quick peck. “We’ll get used to it.”
“There is one more thing,” Xavier stated, wanting—needing—to explain. “I won’t be a dirty little secret. I’ll give you time to tell your family, but…I’m your lover, not your roommate.”
Sighing, Owen nodded once against his chest. “I know. I won’t lie about this.” He rubbed his hand over Xavier’s stomach, petting his thin treasure trail. “It’s time to come clean.”
Xavier heard his lover’s worry, scented his concern, even fear, and pulled him tighter against him. “We’ll worry about the rest later,” he assured. “Let’s get some rest.” Heavens knew, he could use it. He’d be fine in a few days, but for now, his shoulder ached fiercely.
“Okay,” Owen agreed.
They fell silent, and for several long moments, Xavier wasn’t certain his tense beloved would be able to rest. He refused to succumb to his tired body’s pull until he knew Owen also rested. After a good fifteen minutes of petting his human’s back, chest, and neck, Xavier felt and heard Owen’s breathing slow and even out, indicating he slept.
Smiling, relieved they’d overcome the first hurdle, Xavier allowed his own body to sleep.
Xavier wasn’t certain how long he’d slept, but something poked and prodded his consciousness, drawing him awake. Keeping his breathing even, he used his other senses to determine what had woken him. Owen still breathed deep and easy, curled up against his side, the human’s head resting on his good shoulder.
He slowly inhaled deeply and picked up an unfamiliar scent. Someone had been in the room…someone other than Catlin, Peter, or Gallo.
“Nate, buddy! Where ya at? Are ya in the john?” Catlin’s muffled voice drew his attention, followed by soft knocking on another door.
Clothes rustled from the chair to the right…the desk chair. Xavier cracked an eyelid open and watched a slender young man move away from the desk and toward the door. The stranger—Nate?—opened the door a crack. “In here,” he quietly called.
“I see,” Catlin replied.
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br /> “I know you said pops was sleeping, but since it’d been an hour, I figured I’d check on him, ya know?” he said, sounding somewhat sheepish.
“Uh huh,” the detective said. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe. Looking over Nate’s shoulder, Catlin met Xavier’s gaze. “How you feelin’, man?”
Xavier rolled his shoulder a bit, pleased to find only a dull ache. “Not bad,” he replied. From the scent of the stranger, and the man’s name, Xavier had a good idea of who their guest was, but didn’t want to jump to conclusions…and he sure as hell hoped he was wrong.
Cupping Owen’s jaw, Xavier ran the pad of his thumb over his beloved’s heavy five o’clock shadow while he crooned, “Owen, love. Time to wake up. We have a guest.”
“Mmm.” Owen peeled open an eye and peered up at him. “Huh?”
“We have a guest,” he said again, nodding toward Nate.
Owen tilted his head where it rested on Xavier’s chest and frowned. “Nate?” he murmured, his entire body tensing.
“Hey, Pops,” Nate greeted quietly, his gaze bouncing between them both. “You, uh…ya got something to tell me?”
Xavier held his breath, wondering just how his beloved would explain this turn of events. “Shit,” Owen hissed.
From the corner of Xavier’s eye, he saw the young man cock his head and cross his arms over his chest, his entire body tense. The blank expression on his face didn’t offer any clue to his thoughts. At least, he wasn’t yelling, yet.
“I wanted to tell you, but…I didn’t know how,” Owen finally said softly, filling the silence. “I’m gay. This is my lover, Xavier Agueda. I plan to move in with him.”
Damn, talk about jumping in with both feet! Xavier had to give his beloved credit for brass.
Nate’s jaw worked for several seconds, then a slow grin slid across his features. “Well, I guess I don’t have anything to worry about when I come out.”
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