thrusts… the need was contagious.
Unable to withstand the tempting buffet of flesh before him, Jace slid down slightly and let his tongue lick at Link’s abs. The slightly salty taste of Link’s sweat coating his skin had Jace tightening his grip around the man’s throbbing dick.
Fuck ; Link tasted so fucking good. Jace could feel his cock jerk in response and couldn’t help rubbing insistently up against his mate’s thigh.
Link watched him with a burning gaze, spurring Jace on to continue his exploration of the man’s chest. Following the dip of his mate’s abs and up to his chest, Jace couldn’t help but nip at one of Link’s pert nipples.
Groaning when Jace did so, Link grabbed hold of the hand Jace had been using to stroke his dick and started moving it so that he ended up stroking faster.
Jace moaned and let Link set the pace while he focused on tasting more of his skin. Licking up alongside Link’s neck, he started purring again when Link tilted his head back to give him better access.
Jace nipped Link behind the ear before dragging his tongue across the scar from where he’d bitten him the last time they’d been intimate. He suppressed the brief memory of the needle Link had shoved into his neck and focused on the mark he’d left behind on Link instead. He nipped along the edges of the scar and felt Link tense underneath him. For a moment, Jace was afraid he’d crossed some sort of a line, but when Link’s grip on his hand urged him to jerk him even faster, he knew his mate was perfectly fine.
Taken off guard when Link’s other hand suddenly grabbed hold of his hair and forcefully pulled him to his lips, Link effectively smothered his whimper at the slight sting.
Link’s tongue forced its way into his mouth, instantly taking control of the kiss. Jace moaned, Link’s mouth was scorching and tasted vaguely of beer and scotch. Purring, Jace molded his body to Link’s, perfectly happy to let Link take the lead as he used Jace’s hand to jack himself while plundering his mouth.
Jace could feel how close Link was to coming and felt his canines extend in response. When the kiss broke for gasps of breath, Jace broke free from Link’s grip and struck his teeth into the mating mark on Link’s neck.
Crying out, Link came with several forceful blasts all over Jace’s hand and both of their stomachs. With the combined sensations of Link’s cum hitting Jace’s abs and the intoxicating taste of Link’s ecstasy of release soaring through his blood, Jace bit down harder so as not to scream as he came seconds later, mixing the evidence of their joint pleasure.
Jace couldn’t have stopped purring even if he’d tried at this point and as Link wrapped his arms around him, Jace felt a big-ass weight being lifted off his shoulders. A sneaking suspicion told him it wasn’t just because he’d been sated and thus saved from the hellish flames that had threatened to consume him less than an hour earlier.
“We should get cleaned up,” Link stated as he moved to get off the bed, but Jace stopped him.
“Just a little while longer?” Jace asked, not ready to be out of his mate’s arms just yet and snuggled in closer, thankful that Link didn’t press the issue further. Jace really didn’t give a damn if they woke up all scratchy and itchy from the dried cum. Lying down in Link’s arms wasn’t something he was willing to lose just yet.
Not being able to help himself, Jace lifted his hand to his lips and started cleaning off the copious amounts of Link’s juices. A salty treat, the taste definitely something Jace could see himself wanting more often, maybe after a good game and a few beers. Sure as hell beat bargain-bucks bar-nuts.
Groaning, Link took Jace’s hand and pulled it to his side. “You do realize you just had that cat that got the cream look, don’t you?”
Giving his mate a wicked grin, he snickered. “But I did get the cream.”
With a quirk of his lip and badly disguised
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