Dennis
He offered a reassuring smile. “Hey. Sorry. I was having a moment.”
His poor mate, so worried. “A very good moment,” he assured him. “I was thinking that it was crazy how I’ve changed my mind so completely.”
Bjorn’s eyes widened. “Really? Completely? You swear?”
“We…we need to talk about stuff. Life stuff, I mean. At some point.” Bjorn was practically stammering, either from excitement or apprehension.
“At some point,” Dennis agreed, and groped Bjorn’s ass again. “But not right now. Right now we’re gonna fuck.” He paused, considering. “Or…make love? Man, that sounds squishy. But ‘fuck’ sounds too harsh. So I guess we’re making love.”
“Oh, love,” Bjorn said, practically melting at his words. “I…I don’t even know what to say.”
Dennis shrugged carelessly. “How about we kiss instead of talking, then?”
“I like that idea!” Bjorn chirped, and promptly bent to press his lips to Dennis’s.
The kiss grew rapidly out of control, and before he even knew what he was doing, Dennis had practically climbed his mate.
His feet were off the floor, Bjorn was supporting him with his hands under his ass, and they were making out like crazed teenagers in a backseat.
“Bed,” Bjorn gasped into his mouth.
“Yeah.” He didn’t let go though, and after a second, Bjorn realized he wasn’t going to and toted him over to the bed like a parcel.
Bjorn chuckled as he knelt to put Dennis down on the mattress. “You’re suddenly very touchy-feely.”
Dennis raised an eyebrow. “You complainin’?”
“Hell no.”
Nodding firmly at that, Dennis flopped back on the bed and opened his arms. “C’mere, big guy.”
Bjorn took no persuading and quickly dropped down to lie alongside his mate, running his hand down Dennis’s bare, damp chest. “I owe you an orgasm.”
“Hmm, you do. It was very generous of your mate to get you off in the shower, wasn’t it?”
Bjorn grinned. “My mate is the absolute best.”
“You bet your ass he is.” Ok, flirting was all well and good, and he was enjoying it, but damn, he wanted in that ass.
Dennis rolled on top of his mate and tried to grind their hips together, dismayed to realize they were both still wearing their towels.
“Oops.” He reached down and yanked his off and tossed it aside, then tried to do the same to Bjorn’s but found it caught between them.
He’d have to move off the other man to remove the towel.
No fair! He tugged again, just in case it worked.
Bjorn laughed, then winced and dropped his hand to still Dennis’s. “Careful; that cloth is rough against the bits.”
“Sorry. But off. Now.”
“Yes, sir,” Bjorn teased. “But you’ll have to move.”
“Hmph.” He did, only barely long enough to allow Bjorn to whip the towel off and throw it aside, then flopped back to his previous position. “Ok, that’s better.”
Dennis dropped a hand long enough to give both of their cocks two firm strokes. He was already at full mast, but his mate, having just come, was only half-hard. No problem; Dennis could fix that. He nosed against Bjorn’s ear, huffing a warm breath into it. “Hi, there.”
Bjorn gave a full-body shudder at the sensation, but managed to grind out a “hi” in return.
“So uh…ohhh,” he interrupted himself as Dennis licked the cords of his neck.
“So…fuck!” This time Dennis had bitten, and he was rather proud of the reaction it got him.
“Dammit, Dennis.” Bjorn planted a palm against Dennis’s chest and pushed him up just enough to separate mouth from skin.
“I’m trying to ask you how you want to do this. ”
Dennis grinned down at him lasciviously. “I want to fuck you. Hard. But as to how that happens? I’m open to suggestions. You wanna be on top?”
Bjorn considered that, his face running through a variety of emotions before settling on a small wrinkle of his nose. “Not this time. If I suddenly shift I don't want to crush you. And honestly, I want to feel your weight on me and see your face when you enter me.”
Dennis couldn’t help the shudder that ran through him at that mental image.
“Fuck,” he murmured. Then, forcing his brain back to more logistical matters while he still could, he said, “Do you have lube and condoms? I sure as fuck don’t; I was planning on spending two weeks isolated in a cabin with a bottle of lotion. ”
That made Bjorn laugh, his large body shaking under Dennis’s. “Lube works so much better than lotion, mate!”
“Yeah, whatever, I didn’t want the grocery shopper to look at me weird.”
“Ok, that’s fair,” Bjorn allowed. “And yes, I bought lube when we went into town the other day. Uh, no condoms, though. Shifters’ immune systems are resistant to STIs, so I can’t get or give you anything.”
“No shit?” Dennis asked, sitting up on Bjorn’s hips and raising his eyebrows. “Another thing I never knew about shifters. Huh.” He looked down at where their cocks were lying alongside each other. “So I get to fuck you bare, huh?”
Bjorn nodded wordlessly and smiled, then reached into the nightstand and retrieved the small bottle of lube he must have hidden there the day he’d bought it.
He looked extremely pleased with himself, and Dennis made a mental note to tease him about bringing sexual aids into his grandmother's house. Yeah, he’d get to the teasing. Just…not right now.
He grabbed the bottle out of Bjorn’s hands and popped the top. “Can I prep you, or do you want to do it yourself?”
Bjorn blinked at him. “Why would I want to do it myself when I have an amazing mate offering to do it for me?” He laid his arms behind his head and relaxed back into the bed, giving a little contented sigh as he settled against the pillow.
“Go for it.” He spread his legs a little and waved a hand at his crotch.
Dennis smirked at the smug manner his mate was presenting his ass to him.
“Well then, I guess I will. Knees up,” he instructed, and Bjorn obediently bent his knees and put his feet flat on the bed.
“Mmm, good boy.” He kissed the inside of Bjorn’s left knee, then popped the top of the lube bottle and squeezed some onto his index finger.
First, he ran that finger down Bjorn’s cock teasingly, earning himself a rumbling hiss. He grinned into Bjorn’s leg and let his finger drift lower, down Bjorn’s taint and to his hole, where he drew his fingertip over it butterfly-light.
“Dennis!” Bjorn whined.
“Patience, mate,” he scolded without looking up from his work, swirling the lube on his finger around Bjorn’s hole.
When he judged it to be adequately dampened and the muscle loosening, he added a bit more lube to his finger and pressed it against the pink pucker outlined with whorls of dark hair.
It sank in with little resistance, and Bjorn let out a heavy breath.
“Fuuuu…” Bjorn managed weakly.
Dennis grinned to himself and started looking for Bjorn’s prostate. When his mate’s whole body jerked, he smirked. There it was. He rubbed the spongey spot again, just to enjoy the reaction all over again.
“Dennis!” Bjorn attempted to scold him, but his voice was too breathy to really convey any anger. “More!”
“You only had to ask, mate.” Dennis withdrew his finger and slicked up two this time, sliding them unhesitatingly into Bjorn’s passage and aiming again for his happy spot.
He stroked it more firmly this time, slowly easing his own body down until he was face-first in Bjorn’s crotch instead of hovering over it.
When Bjorn made to stroke his own dick, Dennis quickly slapped his hand away. “Mine.”
“Then touch it!” Bjorn whined. “I need some kind of friction, dammit.”
Dennis looked up at him long enough to give him a shit-eating grin, “You get testy when you’re horny, Bjorn. Tsk, tsk.”
Bjorn just huffed and dropped his head back onto the pillow, leaving his hand where Dennis had pushed it on his hip. “You’re mean.”
“Now you’re getting it,” Dennis teased, thrusting his fingers in and out a few times and noting that the going was getting easier.
He wondered when the last time had been that Bjorn had anything up his ass, because his muscles there were pretty damn tight.
He scissored his two fingers, forcing the muscle open a little wider.
Bjorn emitted a warbling moan and made a grab for Dennis’s hair. “Mate…mate!”
“Hmm,” Dennis murmured into Bjorn’s thigh, “I think it’s time for more lube and another finger.”
“Oh god, yes, please,” Bjorn replied immediately, relaxing against the bed as Dennis slowly drew his fingers out.
He spread lube on his three middle fingers and was quickly back at that pink pucker. “Easy, love,” he advised, as Bjorn immediately tried to drive his ass down on them. “We’re doing this at my speed.”
“Your speed sucks!” Bjorn gave his cock a defiant stroke. “Maybe I’ll just take care of myself.”
Dennis felt a growl rumble in his chest, and he again slapped Bjorn’s hand away. “You’ll get what you want, Bjorn. Don’t worry. Now, can you take three?”
“Fuck me up,” Bjorn insisted, and Dennis couldn’t hide his laugh at how his cheerful, PG-rated mate had turned into a sex demon at the mere brush of his fingers. “Are you laughing at me?” Bjorn said, lifting his head to glare at Dennis.
“No, never,” Dennis lied, and kissed the tip of Bjorn’s cock to distract him. That earned him a groan, so he did it again, licking this time at Bjorn’s cock as he lined his three fingers up with his ass and pushed gently.
Bjorn drew in a quick breath, but his body allowed the intrusion after a moment, and soon Dennis had all three fingers petting Bjorn’s prostate and his mate’s cock in his mouth while he was at it.
Bjorn rocked desperately between the two sensations, head twisting back and forth on the pillow. “Mate…Dennis…Dennis, you gotta stop. I’m gonna…”
Oh, he was ready to blow already, despite the orgasm in the shower? Dennis preened internally. Damn, he was good. “Think you’re ready for me?” he asked, lifting his head and meeting Bjorn’s eyes.
“Oh god yes; I’ve been ready!” Bjorn spread his legs wider. “Get up here.”