by Fel Fern
“Fuck, baby. I missed this talented mouth of yours,” A.J. murmured.
Brian’s cheeks heated up at the compliment. Bobbing his head up and down, Brian continued, marveling at how quickly A.J. thickened under his ministrations. Another tug and Brian knew A.J. wanted to take over. He let A.J. fuck his mouth a couple of times.
“I’m close. Swallow, babe,” A.J. instructed.
Happy to comply, Brian waited for that tell-tale shudder. A.J.’s hand settled on the back of his neck, but Brian eagerly swallowed down A.J.’s warm and sticky cum. When A.J. was done, he pulled his dick out of Brian, looking self-satisfied. Blinking, Brian was surprised when A.J. swiped droplets of cum off his lips with his finger and licked them away. Brian blushed.
A.J. offered him a hand up and Brian grasped his fingers.
“We’re not done yet,” A.J. reminded him. “Baby, help me get the lube. It’s in the drawer.”
Having snooped around the apartment plenty of times, Brian gave him a cheeky nod. “I know.”
“For that, I want you to get the other toy beside the lube.”
Remembering what that was, Brian’s neck and cheeks heated up again.
“Brian, I don’t like waiting.”
That commanding tone sent Brian moving. He walked to the drawer and picked up the lube and the anal plug. A.J. patted his lap. Swallowing, Brian left the items on the bed before straddling his mate. He kept his arms locked around A.J. so he wouldn’t slide off.
“Will you take this for me, baby?” A.J. asked, lubing his fingers.
“Yes,” Brian whispered. Excitement crawled down his spine. A.J. applied a generous amount of lube inside Brian’s ass before inserting the toy. Brian wiggled, feeling the head of the plug at his entrance.
“This is nowhere near as big as me, baby,” A.J. reminded him.
“I know.”
A.J. pushed the toy in until it was finally wedged completely inside Brian. Groaning at the intrusion and incredibly aroused at the same time, Brian boldly kissed A.J., who responded.
“Good pup,” A.J. said.
He made a path of kisses down Brian’s neck again, taking Brian’s left nipple into his mouth. Moaning, Brian felt A.J. suck until the bud hardened, and A.J.’s bite afterward reverberated through his body. The pain was brief, and the sting made his cock ache worse, but Brian knew he couldn’t come without A.J.’s permission.
A.J. continued teasing him with kisses and nips, sending Brian nearly over the edge. It didn’t help that Brian felt the weight of the plug shifting inside him constantly. He thrust his hips, cock digging into the brickwork of A.J.’s six-pack abs.
“Please,” Brian begged. “Baby, I can’t hold it any longer.”
“You can and you will.”
“I need your cock inside me.”
“Good. I want to fuck you now.” A.J. pulled the plug out, excruciatingly slowly.
Feeling A.J.’s wet cock head teasing his stretched entrance, Brian nearly wept with relief. He mentally made a note not to tease A.J. again if it would lead to prolonged torment. Who was Brian kidding? He liked the delayed gratification and the no doubt mind-blowing orgasm that would follow.
“Ready?” A.J. whispered against his ear.
“Ride me, love.”
Realizing what he just said, Brian stilled. Thankfully, A.J. didn’t seem to hear. Gripping his hip hard, A.J. pushed into his waiting hole. Slicked and ready, A.J. entered him without any problems. Groaning, Brian held on tight until A.J. was fully seated inside him, his balls brushing against Brian’s ass.
“Fuck, pup. You’re tight, so warm.”
“God. I missed this,” Brian whispered. The initial burn of A.J.’s entry would fade away soon, he knew, and nothing but pleasure would come after.
“Damn right, baby.” A.J. began hammering in and out of him. Each time he pistoned inside Brian, he went a little faster and deeper, breaching Brian’s most intimate places. To think A.J. would be the only one who owned his body, and eventually his heart and soul, made Brian giddy with ecstasy.
A.J. pumped in and out of him with relentless strokes. His mate must have switched the angle of his thrust, because he hit Brian’s prostate the next stroke. Brian cried out, whimpering when A.J. went for the spot repeatedly. They panted, not daring to tear their gazes off each other. Who knew the perfect man had been right in front of Brian all along?
A.J. reached for his member and began stroking it. Close to bursting, Brian barely held back, not wanting to spoil the moment, but he knew he’d lose control soon.
“Let’s come together, pet.”
Brian only needed A.J.’s firm command. The room fell away until he and A.J., locked together, were all that was left. Their wolves brushed against each other in harmony. A.J. pushed into him one more time, and Brian reached climax, spraying his cum over A.J.’s lower body again. With a growl, A.J. exploded, too. With his hand on the back of Brian’s neck, A.J. brought him close.
Knowing what would soon commence, Brian offered his neck to A.J. He felt A.J. sink his canines into his skin a second later, but still riding the aftermath of his orgasm, Brian could hardly feel the pain. Through the bite, Brian could sense their wolves connecting, twining around each other, perfectly bound together like one entity, one soul.
A.J. pulled away seconds later. Brian sighed against him, eyelids heavy, but A.J.’s words soon brought his world to life again.
“Baby, I love you, as well, so fucking much.”
Blushing, Brian looked at him. “You heard that?”
“Let me hear it again.”
Brian grinned. “I love you.”
They stayed like that for a while, with A.J.’s large and callused hands stroking his back.
“We got to get up, pet. I need to tend to your wound soon,” A.J. said.
“I want to snuggle like this forever.”
“We have all the time in the world. Come on.” At A.J.’s urging, Brian let his mate lead him to the bathroom. A.J. made him sit on the cover of the toilet seat while he found the first aid kit.
“How do you feel? Does it hurt?” A.J. asked, looking serious and unlike him.
“It hurts a little, but less than I expected.” Brian watched him work for a couple of seconds. He helped A.J. along with the last of the bandages, seeing it wasn’t easy with one hand.
“You don’t mind being mated to a defective wolf, then?” A.J. teased.
Brian made a face. “Don’t ever call yourself that again.”
A.J. and he returned to the bedroom again. Like A.J. promised, Brian snuggled close to him in bed, loving his warmth and bulk.
“Someone once told me we aren’t broken at all. Being captured changed me, and so did losing your arm, but we’ve just been missing something.”
“What’s that, little wolf?”
“Each other. And we’re whole now, aren’t we?”
“Fucking definitely, baby.” A.J. kissed him again, and they fell asleep in each other’s arms contently. Brian knew the next day would only bring new promises.
THE END
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Felicia Fern works as a graphic designer during the day and loves penning M/M erotic romance at night.
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