Chapter Thirteen
Scott
Everything about the evening, or the lack of it, made Scott tumble down into the pit of hell, where he needed everything to go back to being controlled. Orderly.
What was he to do?
He’d cried all over their bear. Then, the sweet honey bear had licked his tears away. He hadn’t chastised him. Called him a baby.
The mess…
George’s mouth became persistent, and his thoughts melted away. The world shrank down to the gentle kisses that made his chest warm and his belly quiver.
Large hands cupped his ass and lifted him effortlessly. Heat and the wonderful smell of George surrounded him, protected him. Being smaller than those in his family, Scott hated feeling less. In George’s arms, he exulted in the knowledge his bear could hold him like this. He moaned at the feel of their naked bodies touching as he wrapped himself around George, clinging on. Safe.
Loved.
His demon side was right. Despite the blissful one connection, there was more to it, and whether they were ready to utter those words aloud, Scott felt cherished for the first time in his existence. It was… amazing. Somewhere in the back of his mind, the worry about everything—him—being perfect didn’t seem to matter. How long it would last, Scott wasn’t sure, but he clung to it now as he did to George.
When his back touched the cool cotton of the comforter on his bed, George didn’t stop the gentle exploration of his mouth. Gentle nips were followed with his teasing tongue before he deepened the kiss. A drug of affection, his lips delivered to Scott, stealing away the need to do more than lay there and feel.
Hovering over him, only their mouths touching, Scott’s eyes grew heavy along with his limbs. Desire hummed between them, yet it wasn’t frantic, more a slow ebb. It washed through him with each kiss that left him in a languid state of arousal.
So different from anything he’d experienced before, Scott was in heaven. His mouth was fully sensitized to that of George’s. “Such lovely kisses,” he murmured dreamily when George trailed kisses down the side of his neck towards Scott’s mate mark, only to nibble on the skin, making his cock jerk and the urgency to run back through his veins chasing away the dreaminess with its fire.
“Like that, do we?”
The rumbled words barely penetrated as George moved lower, his mouth teasing over Scott’s collarbone, his tongue and lips tasting.
When he reached Scott’s nipple, it was a hard bud begging for touch. George’s hot breath teased the bud, and Scott moaned and pushed up, desperate to feel the talented mouth.
“Look how beautiful you are,” he rasped and sucked the nipple between his lips. Scott felt the pull all the way to his cock as George’s cheeks hollowed.
“Ughh,” Scott cried out when George pinched the other bud and rolled it between his fingers. His cock bucked and leaked between his legs untouched, the need an ache deep in his gut.
“That’s it. Just focus on me. On what you’re feeling.”
The place could have been attacked by a horde of raging demons all screaming at the top of their lungs, and Scott wouldn’t have noticed when those talented lips sealed once more around his tight bud and sucked. The ache grew inside him and the feelings intensified with each touch, tug, nip, and suck. George had done no more than touch him from lips to nipples. It was madness and delight rolled into one. He didn’t want to move despite how desperate he was to come because he never wanted this to end. He’d die a happy demon right here, never moving from this one spot if George kept doing what he was doing.
George’s chuckle brushed his skin. “Let’s hope there’s no dying for some time. I haven’t nearly started to explore this delicious body. And I’m more than happy to play with your body.”
He clearly had read all of Scott’s thoughts and his demon was lying back on a damn couch and once more fanning himself at their blissful one’s sentiment.
One, it seemed, he wanted to prove as he moved from nipple to nipple, touching, biting, licking, watching each and every reaction Scott had as he hovered over him, his own cock as hard and aroused as Scott’s, yet he didn’t rush.
On and on, George treasured Scott until he was a gibbering mess on the verge of coming. “I need to come,” he begged, just needing something but unsure of what, he was so out of it.
George’s mouth released his nipple, and on all fours, he moved back, trailing kisses down Scott’s quivering stomach muscles until it was there by the head of his sticky cock. Scott struggled to open his eyes to watch as George gave him an enticing smile full of wickedness before his lips parted wide, and he swallowed Scott down to the root. Moist heat surrounded his shaft, and then George hallowed his cheeks, sucking.
“Argghhhhhhhh,” Scott screamed when his balls pulled tight, and then they off-loaded in a violent torrent of cum down George’s willing throat. White clouded his vision before his eyes slammed shut, and his body bowed at the next tug from the deep suction.
He scented George’s seed and groaned anew, his balls aching as his cock throbbed, releasing the last of his cum. George’s mouth relaxed, and he lapped Scott’s cock clean. Soft kitten licks as he finally stretched out at the side of him.
He drifted on the dreaminess for some time before he heard George’s stomach growl and gurgle.
Food, they needed food. The problem was Scott’s limbs were more liquid than bone from…
The nipple fucking we just got.
What? Scott choked back, feeling his nipples tingle at his demon’s accurate description.
We need to get him to do that again.
Stop being so greedy.
Am not.
Are, too.
“You two are cute, but I could do with a burger before I,” George lifted his head up to glance up at Scott, a light in his eyes Scott’s demon groaned at—the light of promise—“nipple fuck you again.”
Scott grabbed one of the pillows on the bed and buried his face in it, hiding his pink cheeks.
The bed shifted, then the pillow got tugged away, and all Scott could scent was his cum on George’s breath as he came nose to nose with him. His dark gaze held Scott’s. “I’ll give you whatever you want, my pretty demon, never worry about that.” He kissed him again, and Scott forgot all about being embarrassed. In fact, Scott pretty much forgot about everything.
Two hours later, Scott licked the tomato juice that had leaked out of the burger bun—they had delivered and he’d just finished—off his fingers.
It might have taken another hour to get out of bed after his demon side wanted to appear and get George to play with his nipples, too. Explaining that they were one, and the same had not worked, and George didn’t seem to have an issue with it, so Scott was trying not to think too hard about it.
Now that he’d filled his belly, his gaze moved beyond the kitchen counter they sat at. He was no longer distracted, and the worries wanted to take a bite out of his relaxed state.
Don’t you even think about cleaning. I mean it.
It has to be done, and you don’t enjoy doing it, he argued back.
Who the hell enjoys cleaning?
He went to get up and George lay a hand on his arm, the other held his third burger.
Scott paused and arched a brow, hoping like hell he’d not caught him fighting with his demon about cleaning. That would be mortifying.
“I haven’t finished, and I’d much prefer if you stay here with me, if that’s alright with you?”
He gave him such a hopeful, gorgeous smile, Scott’s bottom remained on the chair, his gaze on his blissful one and thoughts of tidying up forgotten at the lovely request. His chest warmed once more, his heart fluttering. “Of course.”
“So, did you have any hobbies?”
“Hobbies?” Scott asked, at a loss.
“Yep.” George used his serviette to dab at his lips. “I like to go watch ice hockey when my team are playing local. I don’t much care for watching it on the TV, you can’t quite get the feel of how rough they get with each other.” He winked at Scott, and went back to munching on his burger, his attention though remained on Scott… waiting.
No one had ever asked about his interests before, so it took a second or three to gather his flustered thoughts. “I love to read and go to second-hand bookshops to see what treasures I can find.”
“That so. Treasures no less.”
Seeing he wasn’t joking at Scott’s expense, and sounded intrigued by his answer, he grinned at George before getting up and walking to his bookcase.
He pulled out a copy of The Reluctant Wolf by Lisa Oliver. He brought back the hardback book he’d found and fawned over because he loved this author's gay romance books. “This book is the first one this author wrote. I have the original, but this is the limited edition hardback. I fell in love many times in the pages of her books. I always wanted a fated mate.”
George came closer but kept his hands away from Scott’s pride and joy, and kissed him firmly. “Seems you got what you wanted.”
Scott tasted the spices from the sauce as he held George’s gaze, his heart running wild in his chest. “It seems I truly did.” And Scott couldn’t find a thing wrong with that, despite the mess surrounding him.
Sometimes, miracles do happen.
You had to spoil it.
No, you just did by not giving me the last word!