“You’re right arm is a little bigger than your left, now that I think about it.”
“Magnus.”
Magnus took hold of his right hand and examined his fingers one by one, touching each of them. “And you do seem to have calluses on your hand.”
“I will seriously end you.” As much as Slade loved the playful side of Magnus, now was so not the time.
When Magnus poked Slade’s cock, Slade hoped they’d finally get this show on the road. “It does look a little red and angry there.”
“I swear, if you don’t suck, I’ll blow.”
Magnus’s eyes sparkled with laughter.
Slade glared back. “And not in the good way.”
Magnus grinned. “Any other demands while you’re at it?”
Slade tilted his head, thinking about it. “Yup.”
“What?” Magnus stroked Slade’s cock, and Slade’s eyes crossed.
“Could we do this before I die of old age?” Slade could barely speak, his voice cracking as Magnus ran his tongue over the head of his cock.
“You’re immortal, remember?”
“Exactly!”
Magnus leaned his head on Slade’s thigh and laughed.
Slade whimpered in frustration, his head banging against the pillows. “You’re killing me here.”
“Sorry.” Magnus more than made up for it when he finally, thank you gods, took Slade’s cock in his mouth. “Is that better?”
“It was.” Slade pointed toward his now wet dick. “Finish him!”
Magnus looked like he was having far too much fun for a man who was not sucking Slade’s cock. “You’ve been playing video games again.”
Like Slade had much more to do while he healed. “Magnus Tate, I swear to…oh…”
He never got to finish the threat. Magnus swallowed him down to the root, something no other lover had ever managed to do before. He had a brief second to be furiously jealous before Magnus began to suck him in earnest, bringing Slade quickly to the brink of explosion. “Please.” He began babbling, barely aware of what he was croaking out as his vision blurred and the pleasure overwhelmed his senses.
When Magnus’s finger breached him, Slade cracked, thrusting into Magnus’s mouth with a fierceness that startled them both. This was his mate whose mouth was on him, his mate who was giving him everything, and Slade took it, cupping the back of Magnus’s head with greedy fingers. He wanted it all, wanted the burn of being breached, the warm, wet heat that surrounded him. He wanted, needed, to feel his mate’s passion for him, to know that nothing could take Magnus from him.
He’d kill any who tried.
Slade screamed, the orgasm washing over him so strong he thought he might black out. He poured himself into Magnus’s mouth, the force of the ecstasy shuddering through him. When it finally ended, when he was spent and limp and panting for breath, Magnus was there, holding him close as he burst into surprised tears.
“Shh. It’s okay, Slade. I understand.”
He probably did. Magnus knew what it was like to go from unwanted burden to desired lover. “Thank you.” For so much more than the orgasm, but Slade didn’t say it. He didn’t have to. Magnus understood without the words.
He proved it by hugging Slade tightly. “You’re welcome.”
After a few moments Magnus rolled over and plucked a knife off the bedside table. “I want to bond with you.”
Slade blinked away more tears. “Are you sure?”
Magnus smiled sweetly and slashed his palm. “Blood to blood, you are mine.”
“Blood to blood.” Slade held up his shaking hand, barely feeling it when Magnus gave him a shallow cut. “Thank you.”
Magnus blew him a kiss and pressed their palms together. “Mine.”
Slade shuddered as the warmth of his lover seeped into him.
“Any luck?” Sylvia stretched, pulling the headphones from her ears. They’d set up to record anything that was heard, but Sylvia was afraid they’d miss something that was immediately dangerous to either themselves or Logan, so she’d chosen the boring task of listening to the
“Magnus.”
Magnus took hold of his right hand and examined his fingers one by one, touching each of them. “And you do seem to have calluses on your hand.”
“I will seriously end you.” As much as Slade loved the playful side of Magnus, now was so not the time.
When Magnus poked Slade’s cock, Slade hoped they’d finally get this show on the road. “It does look a little red and angry there.”
“I swear, if you don’t suck, I’ll blow.”
Magnus’s eyes sparkled with laughter.
Slade glared back. “And not in the good way.”
Magnus grinned. “Any other demands while you’re at it?”
Slade tilted his head, thinking about it. “Yup.”
“What?” Magnus stroked Slade’s cock, and Slade’s eyes crossed.
“Could we do this before I die of old age?” Slade could barely speak, his voice cracking as Magnus ran his tongue over the head of his cock.
“You’re immortal, remember?”
“Exactly!”
Magnus leaned his head on Slade’s thigh and laughed.
Slade whimpered in frustration, his head banging against the pillows. “You’re killing me here.”
“Sorry.” Magnus more than made up for it when he finally, thank you gods, took Slade’s cock in his mouth. “Is that better?”
“It was.” Slade pointed toward his now wet dick. “Finish him!”
Magnus looked like he was having far too much fun for a man who was not sucking Slade’s cock. “You’ve been playing video games again.”
Like Slade had much more to do while he healed. “Magnus Tate, I swear to…oh…”
He never got to finish the threat. Magnus swallowed him down to the root, something no other lover had ever managed to do before. He had a brief second to be furiously jealous before Magnus began to suck him in earnest, bringing Slade quickly to the brink of explosion. “Please.” He began babbling, barely aware of what he was croaking out as his vision blurred and the pleasure overwhelmed his senses.
When Magnus’s finger breached him, Slade cracked, thrusting into Magnus’s mouth with a fierceness that startled them both. This was his mate whose mouth was on him, his mate who was giving him everything, and Slade took it, cupping the back of Magnus’s head with greedy fingers. He wanted it all, wanted the burn of being breached, the warm, wet heat that surrounded him. He wanted, needed, to feel his mate’s passion for him, to know that nothing could take Magnus from him.
He’d kill any who tried.
Slade screamed, the orgasm washing over him so strong he thought he might black out. He poured himself into Magnus’s mouth, the force of the ecstasy shuddering through him. When it finally ended, when he was spent and limp and panting for breath, Magnus was there, holding him close as he burst into surprised tears.
“Shh. It’s okay, Slade. I understand.”
He probably did. Magnus knew what it was like to go from unwanted burden to desired lover. “Thank you.” For so much more than the orgasm, but Slade didn’t say it. He didn’t have to. Magnus understood without the words.
He proved it by hugging Slade tightly. “You’re welcome.”
After a few moments Magnus rolled over and plucked a knife off the bedside table. “I want to bond with you.”
Slade blinked away more tears. “Are you sure?”
Magnus smiled sweetly and slashed his palm. “Blood to blood, you are mine.”
“Blood to blood.” Slade held up his shaking hand, barely feeling it when Magnus gave him a shallow cut. “Thank you.”
Magnus blew him a kiss and pressed their palms together. “Mine.”
Slade shuddered as the warmth of his lover seeped into him.
“Any luck?” Sylvia stretched, pulling the headphones from her ears. They’d set up to record anything that was heard, but Sylvia was afraid they’d miss something that was immediately dangerous to either themselves or Logan, so she’d chosen the boring task of listening to the
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