Sasha was fucking amazing.
His dainty chest shuddered as Alan circled the little pink nipples with his thumbs. He had seen Sasha naked when the man had taken a bath in his apartment, but Alan hadn’t taken his fill of looking. Now he could gawk until the cows came home, and what a body Sasha had.
Alan skated his hands over Sasha’s chest, feeling the skin pimple as his mate shivered. Pulling him down, Alan took one of those perfectly shaped pink circles into his mouth. Sasha yanked at his hair, tried to pull him closer. Alan growled at the pain, wanting more. He released the pebbled pink peak.
“Harder,” he begged before sucking the other nipple into his mouth. Sasha pulled harder, grinding his erection against Alan’s stomach. Alan grabbed Sasha’s hips, helping his mate with faster friction.
When Sasha stiffened and bowed his back, Alan looked up to see the sheer pleasure cross his mate’s face. Sasha had come in his pants. It was the sexiest damn thing Alan had even seen in his life. Sasha shuddered and then dropped his head forward, gazing down at Alan with such pleasure in his blue eyes that Alan knew the man had him heart and soul.
No other man would ever move Alan the way Sasha did.
Alan pulled up, rolled his small bear to his back, and then scooted off of the bed. Sasha grabbed for him, desperation and panic etched in harsh lines on his face. Alan pulled Sasha’s ankles up, unlaced both boots, and then tossed them aside, sliding the socks off to join them.
Reaching up, Alan unsnapped his mate’s jeans and pulled the zipper down. Sasha hitched his hips up so Alan could pull the work pants off. Alan just stood there for a moment, visually worshipping the deity that was laid out before him.
Sasha pinked with a blush at Alan’s watchful eyes as his cock slapped his abdomen, fully erect again and ready to go. Alan wrapped his hands around the hardened shaft, sticky from his mate’s orgasm. With a few pumps, Alan could feel his own dick pushing to free itself. He rolled Sasha to his stomach. Even his mate’s backside was creamy and smooth. Alan laid his hand on the twin globes, smiling as he squeezed and rubbed the smooth skin.
Alan glanced up to see Sasha had laid his head on his hands, watching. His eyes were lust-filled with a little bit of fear mixed in.
“I won’t hurt you. I promise. I’ll be gentle.”
Sasha gave a slight nod, still watching.
Alan spread his mate’s cheeks apart, his breath catching at the little puckered hole waiting to be claimed. He ran his finger over the tight ring, and Sasha bucked.
Alan grabbed the lube from under his pillow and set it next to Sasha’s hip. Leaning down, Alan ran his tongue over the quivering hole as he pushed the tip of his thumb into the entrance. Sasha flew to his knees, rocking back onto Alan’s mouth as Alan licked and tasted his mate’s tight entrance.
Alan nipped lightly. His saliva coating the entrance, Alan pushed his thumb all the way in. Sasha pushed back, his body obviously begging for more. Alan grabbed the lubricant with his free hand, opened the lid with his teeth, and then squirted the cool gel onto Sasha’s rosette. Setting the tube down, Alan pushed his other thumb in alongside. Sasha rose to the balls of his feet. Alan had to guide his mate back down to his knees. Sasha squirmed around Alan’s thumbs, his ass wiggling back and forth. Alan knew his mate wasn’t in pain. If he were, he’d be pulling away, not pushing toward Alan so wantonly.
Alan fucked Sasha’s hole with his tongue as his thumbs stretched his mate wide. He could feel the muscle relaxing, loosening. Pulling his hand away, Alan pushed three fingers in, Sasha’s body sucking them in as his mate bucked harder against Alan’s invasion.
Sasha pulled away, pleading hunger on his face as he looked over his shoulder. Alan knew it was time to claim his small bear. Grabbing Sasha’s hips, he rolled his mate over to his back. Sasha hooked his hands behind his knees and pulled his legs back until they were touching his chest, opening himself up for his mate. Never a prettier sight had Alan witnessed. Lubing his cock and then Sasha’s hole once more, Alan took Sasha’s legs and draped them over his arms.
“Tell me if it hurts.” Alan rimmed the sweet little pink hole with his thumb once more then lined his cock up. “Wave your hands in front of you if you want me to stop.”
Sasha clenched the covers in his hands and then nodded.
Alan blew out a breath as he pushed past the band of muscles. “So damn tight,” he whispered. “And all mine.”
Sasha’s hands flew up from the blankets and began to wave frantically in front of him. Alan began to pull out, but Sasha waved them again.
“You just want me to hold still?”
Sasha nodded as he panted and closed his eyes. Alan locked every muscle in place to stop himself from thrusting forward. After a moment Sasha tapped the bed.
Sasha nodded again, reaching up to run his hands over Alan’s arms. Alan pushed forward, finally bottoming out. He had to hold still for a moment until the tingling in his spine subsided. Sasha was one exquisite creature that would have Alan wrapped around his pinky in no time flat.
Sasha slapped Alan’s arm. Alan grinned down at his decadent-looking mate. “Pushy.”
Sasha gave him two thumbs up with a wide grin. Alan chuckled as he pulled back, almost all the way out, and then spread Sasha’s legs apart as he slid back in.