Dian approached, flicking his hair back from his face. “That looks painful,” he said with a nod to where the head of Dian’s cock was forcing its way out of the half-opened pants. “Let me help with that.” He wiggled his fingers, and Dian climbed onto the bed. The bigger man’s eyes were a stormy gray now, the look on his face intense.
“We’re mates. We should kiss.” Dian’s hand cupped around Kee’s neck.
“We should save your precious cock from being strangled.” But as he was pulled closer, Kee tilted his head, lifting his face, letting out a sigh as Dian’s lips brushed his. The kiss was everything Kee could’ve hoped for – soft but strong, gentle but filled with a deep need. But no matter how perfect the kiss, Kee couldn’t get the picture of Dian’s poor dick stuck in his pants out of his head, and as Dian deepened their kiss, he fumbled for the offending zipper that was causing all the problems.
His freedom efforts took a bit of work. Dian had clearly wrenched the zipper, and Kee was trying to hold the two pieces of metal together so that the slider foot had something straight to run down. There was no sign of underwear, and the last thing Kee wanted to do was catch Dian’s skin in the steel. And Dian was still kissing him, pouring a lot of caring and emotion into their lip lock. Kee wasn’t callous – he wouldn’t ignore what his mate was doing. But that cock must be freed. Kee wasn’t going to be happy until it was filling his ass and a bite was blooming on his neck.
His efforts on the pants worked. Both men groaned when Dian’s cock fell into Kee’s hand and Dian’s groan gave Kee the encouragement to speak up. “Fuck me,” he whispered against Dian’s hard chin. “Fuck me hard, make me yours. Then we’ll have a dozen lifetimes to share all the romance you’re craving.”
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My mate knows me so well already. Yes, Dian had been aiming for a romantic coupling. It was their claiming after all. But aside from that, many of his previous partners had been surprised at how much he enjoyed foreplay and the softer side of sex. It’s why he’d never make it as a player like Eagle. He could spend hours teasing and arousing a person after round one was over. Unlike most shifters, Dian didn’t have sex very often, so when he did, he liked to make a meal out of it even if he knew the person he was with wouldn’t stay past morning. Kee will be staying and that simply intensified Dian’s feelings.
But the other side of his nature – the carnal side, would not be ignored. His cock was in Kee’s hand and Dian felt as though he’d been scenting his mate for hours. His unclaimed mate. A mate who accepted him in his gargoyle form. My gods, Eagle is just across the hall. Sexy Eagle who’s already spent more time chatting with Kee than I have…
The lube was still in his hand. As he flicked open the cap of the tube, Kee lay back, bringing his legs up so he could hold onto his knees. Dian was still on his knees, and he shoved his pants down far enough that his balls were free. Coating a couple of fingers with the lube, Dian reached down, trailing a finger from the underneath of Kee’s ball sack down silky skin and across the tight little hole that was waiting for him.
“Don’t tease,” Kee begged. “I need you.”
Dian made sure those were the last coherent words his pretty mate said. He had plenty of time to study the rest of Kee’s body as he prepped the small hole. Kee’s robe was undone and caught around his shoulders, but Dian could see the hint of tattoos heading under the covering. There were others; an elaborate design of what looked like myths and monsters spread across his pectoral muscles, and a pair of outspread wings covered his stomach, flaring out to his sides.
Kee’s face was perfect. He was pretty, with sharply defined cheek bones and a proportional straight nose. Full lips were framed with the hint of a blond moustache with the smallest groomed trim across the point of his chin. But there was strength of character in those looks – Kee wasn’t a boy - and from the way he was cursing for Dian’s cock, he was clearly a man who knew