him. “I’m going to come on you. You’re going to stand here and let me.”
Chace gave a big yes to that idea by looping his arms around Trin, who crushed Chace against the tile, hips snapping back and forth, mouth on the mark he’d bitten into Chace’s neck. “Do me.”
Chace hooked a leg around Trin’s thigh, aroused again thanks to his handy-dandy nineteen-year-old body. “You mentioned showing me off to other men last night.” Chace liked the fantasy. Jesus.
“It’s required of a pack member when he claims his mate. I would show how you are whole.” Trin ran his hand down Chase’s waist to his hip, lifting his leg higher. Their cocks rubbed together, slick and hungry.
“I would show them how you are fruitful.” Trin lifted Chace’s heavy sac. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off it. He loved Chace’s maleness.
“I would show them how I possess you.” A finger nudged his opening and Chace caught his breath. He was clinging to Trin, alive to every sensation he offered.
“And I would display your mark.” Trin’s lips grazed the soreness on Chace’s neck. For some reason that bite made him hotter than he’d ever been. He wanted Trin to bite him again. He wanted to be at the mercy of that massive beast, under him, his sex held in a hand tipped by razor claws.
“You want it, you want that thing! ” Trin looked shocked. He was picking up images from Chace again.
“He’s not a thing. I don’t know what he is…what you are, but you turned me on.”
Trin’s lips twisted.
“You accept me for who I am—an artist, a gay man. Why can’t you accept yourself?”
“Goddammit. We’re not going to talk about this.”
“Maybe not right now,” Chace huffed. Trin had his hands on his balls again, squeezing as if he wanted to milk Chace of his come. God, that was so hot. “You have a thing for my rocks,” he said.
“Yeah…” The absent tone was back. “I love it when you spill on my skin. I love how you sound, how you smell and it all starts here.”
Chace’s back was against the tiles and both legs were wrapped around Trin. Trin rocked his body in time with the pulsing squeeze of his hand. Pleasure zapped through Chace to the drum of his heartbeat. He closed his eyes and the sensations intensified. Pulse…breathe…pulse… Trin’s hand possessing all of him, all of him… Squeeze, thrust into Trin’s hand… Eyes snapping open, holding Trin’s gaze.
And coming. His head fell back, his mouth stretched wide…
Trin’s mouth was against his mark and Chace was coming, coming, coming. Trin’s nails were grating against the wall beside his head, the water was around them, primeval steam. Trin splashing his thigh with hot spend as he climaxed, the earthy scent of come.
Chace wrapped in Trin’s arms, his boy, his lover.
“That’s one way to get clean,” Chace panted. His legs were actually shaking. He put an arm around Trin and felt better when he realised Trin was no steadier on his feet. Trin snagged a towel and they wobbled to the bed which was still made up pristinely. After everything they’d done together, they hadn’t shared it yet.
Chace fell on it, sleepy and satisfied. “Don’t talk. I don’t need anything right now but you over me and some more sleep.”
Trin frowned. “We’ll miss breakfast. I think it’s only eight until ten.”
Chace’s body clock was still spinning. It didn’t feel like morning, but fuck, he was hungry for a midnight snack. “Hokay.” He closed his eyes.
Trin used the towel to dry Chace, lifting him like a doll and wiping his back. Trin’s hot breath against the back of his neck and the way he handled Chace made Chace’s cock stir.
“Jesus, Chace,” Trin said. But he reached down and took a possessive hold of Chace’s balls as if he couldn’t stop himself.
“Make me your boy again. I need to feel it.”
“If you had any sense, you wouldn’t let me touch you,” Trin growled. His hand was shaking.
“I like my
Chace gave a big yes to that idea by looping his arms around Trin, who crushed Chace against the tile, hips snapping back and forth, mouth on the mark he’d bitten into Chace’s neck. “Do me.”
Chace hooked a leg around Trin’s thigh, aroused again thanks to his handy-dandy nineteen-year-old body. “You mentioned showing me off to other men last night.” Chace liked the fantasy. Jesus.
“It’s required of a pack member when he claims his mate. I would show how you are whole.” Trin ran his hand down Chase’s waist to his hip, lifting his leg higher. Their cocks rubbed together, slick and hungry.
“I would show them how you are fruitful.” Trin lifted Chace’s heavy sac. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off it. He loved Chace’s maleness.
“I would show them how I possess you.” A finger nudged his opening and Chace caught his breath. He was clinging to Trin, alive to every sensation he offered.
“And I would display your mark.” Trin’s lips grazed the soreness on Chace’s neck. For some reason that bite made him hotter than he’d ever been. He wanted Trin to bite him again. He wanted to be at the mercy of that massive beast, under him, his sex held in a hand tipped by razor claws.
“You want it, you want that thing! ” Trin looked shocked. He was picking up images from Chace again.
“He’s not a thing. I don’t know what he is…what you are, but you turned me on.”
Trin’s lips twisted.
“You accept me for who I am—an artist, a gay man. Why can’t you accept yourself?”
“Goddammit. We’re not going to talk about this.”
“Maybe not right now,” Chace huffed. Trin had his hands on his balls again, squeezing as if he wanted to milk Chace of his come. God, that was so hot. “You have a thing for my rocks,” he said.
“Yeah…” The absent tone was back. “I love it when you spill on my skin. I love how you sound, how you smell and it all starts here.”
Chace’s back was against the tiles and both legs were wrapped around Trin. Trin rocked his body in time with the pulsing squeeze of his hand. Pleasure zapped through Chace to the drum of his heartbeat. He closed his eyes and the sensations intensified. Pulse…breathe…pulse… Trin’s hand possessing all of him, all of him… Squeeze, thrust into Trin’s hand… Eyes snapping open, holding Trin’s gaze.
And coming. His head fell back, his mouth stretched wide…
Trin’s mouth was against his mark and Chace was coming, coming, coming. Trin’s nails were grating against the wall beside his head, the water was around them, primeval steam. Trin splashing his thigh with hot spend as he climaxed, the earthy scent of come.
Chace wrapped in Trin’s arms, his boy, his lover.
“That’s one way to get clean,” Chace panted. His legs were actually shaking. He put an arm around Trin and felt better when he realised Trin was no steadier on his feet. Trin snagged a towel and they wobbled to the bed which was still made up pristinely. After everything they’d done together, they hadn’t shared it yet.
Chace fell on it, sleepy and satisfied. “Don’t talk. I don’t need anything right now but you over me and some more sleep.”
Trin frowned. “We’ll miss breakfast. I think it’s only eight until ten.”
Chace’s body clock was still spinning. It didn’t feel like morning, but fuck, he was hungry for a midnight snack. “Hokay.” He closed his eyes.
Trin used the towel to dry Chace, lifting him like a doll and wiping his back. Trin’s hot breath against the back of his neck and the way he handled Chace made Chace’s cock stir.
“Jesus, Chace,” Trin said. But he reached down and took a possessive hold of Chace’s balls as if he couldn’t stop himself.
“Make me your boy again. I need to feel it.”
“If you had any sense, you wouldn’t let me touch you,” Trin growled. His hand was shaking.
“I like my
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