Free Paws for Change by Charlie Richards

it’s time you took what you want, don’t you?”
    Dillan tugged Derek’s hands off of the washer and pulled them toward his own head. He placed Derek’s hands on Dillan’s shoulders, then released him. Next, Dillan grabbed the base of Derek’s dick and brought the head back to his mouth. He peered up at him through his lashes as he kissed the head.
    “Now, fuck my mouth with this pretty cock of yours while I play with your balls.”
    Derek moaned and nodded. Nothing had ever sounded so fantastic. He wanted to drive his cock into Dillan’s mouth, bury himself in his throat and coat his throat with his seed.
    Dillan opened his mouth and sucked him in. He placed his left hand on Derek’s hip, lightly holding, probably to keep himself steady. As he reached out with his other hand and palmed Derek’s balls, Dillan swallowed his prick down to the root. He slowly drew off, sucking lightly, as he fondled Derek’s orbs through the sensitive skin of his sacks.
    Groaning, Derek’s hips jerked. This time, Dillan massaged the skin of his groin, encouraging him instead of stopping him. Derek’s control snapped at the sensual sight and feel of it.
    Derek thrust, driving his dick into Dillan’s mouth. When he pulled back out, Dillan sucked hard, exerting the most exquisite pressure on him. Wanting to feel that again, Derek slid his hands up and cupped Dillan’s jaw. He started snapping his hips, sinking into his lover’s mouth over and over.
    Dillan kept up with him. He sucked strongly each time Derek pulled out and tickled the wrinkled skin beneath his cap every time he sank back into his mouth. Somehow, Dillan even managed to swallow around the cap of his prick each time he lodged his head into his throat.
    When Dillan rolled his balls, the combination of sensations became too much. His testicles felt as if they were sucked up by his body. His cock erupted, his seed expelling from his shaft in pulses of nearly painful bliss. Dillan swallowed around him, humming, drinking his seed down swiftly as if it was so good he didn’t want to miss a drop.
    Finally, Derek’s orgasm eased, leaving him floating on heady waves of endorphins. His softening penis grew too sensitive and he grunted and shuddered.
    Evidently reading Derek’s responses, Dillan allowed his dick to slip from his lips. He rose to his feet, sliding his hands to Dillan’s bare ass as he did so. Gripping and squeezing his globes, Dillan pulled their groins flush together.
    At some point, Dillan must have shoved his own sweats down below his balls, for he pressed his naked groin against Derek’s. Feeling a hard, thick erection pressed against him for the first time, his softened prick twitched as if readying for round two.
    Dillan slowly began to rock against him, grinding his erection along the groove of Derek’s thigh. Releasing his right hand’s hold on his ass, Dillan gripped Derek’s neck as he rested his forehead against Derek’s own.
    “That was the best fucking breakfast I’ve ever had,” Dillan whispered. “You are so fucking sexy in passion.”
    Derek felt his face flush at Dillan’s words as he thought his lover’s voice sounded a bit hoarse. Perhaps from his rough treatment, which was a sexy-as-fuck thought.
    “I can’t wait to fuck you and feel your tight ass wrapped around my hard cock,” Dillan continued. As he spoke, he rubbed his prick against Derek harder. “I want to fill your ass with my seed, just like you coated my throat.”
    Derek’s ass clenched upon hearing Dillan’s words and he moaned. At that moment in time, he was almost ready to beg for just that.
     

Chapter Eight
     
     
    Dillan rutted against Derek. His mate’s sweaty and spit-slicked groin felt fantastic against his throbbing shaft. He wished he could pick his mate up, set him on the washer, and bury himself hilt-deep in his tight ass. Unfortunately, Dillan knew now wasn’t the time...and his mate wasn’t ready.
    Instead, Dillan rocked against Derek, keeping