Dennis #2
Dennis obligingly shifted up the bed until their hips were lined up again, then paused, thinking at what was probably the worst possible time for thought. “Um…before we…you know,” he said, directing his gaze at Bjorn’s left arm. “When exactly do you bite me? Will it hurt? And will it bleed a lot?”
“Den…” Bjorn’s voice was soft, and he reached down to cup Dennis’s cheek and force his face up.
“I would never hurt you. You’ll feel a pinch and there will be almost no blood.
During bonding, a shifter’s saliva produces a quick-healing factor.
I’ll bite and then lick the wound, to close it and remove any blood, and that will be that.
As for when?” He smiled and licked his lips.
“It’s best done as one partner spills in the other.
Bond biting has been known to prolong orgasms or bring on second ones.
So don’t worry too much. I think you’re gonna enjoy this.
” He reached down to give Dennis’s cock, which had been flagging due to his anxiety, a stroke.
“I promise I won’t hurt you, my love. Now, might I suggest getting your cock inside me before I take matters into my own hands? ”
Dennis snorted a surprised laugh. “You’re a pushy bottom, you know that?” But he allowed Bjorn to continue stroking him until he was back at full hardness.
“Would you rather have a pillow princess?” Bjorn teased back. “Because I can try that and just lie back and wait for you to accost me.”
“Accost,” Dennis echoed with a laugh. “Yeah, I’m gonna accost the fuck out of you. Just as soon as I find where I dropped the damn lube.” The bottle was slapped into his hand. “Oh, thanks.” He popped it open again, wet his hand, and stroked it down his length. “You sure you’re ready for this?”
“Are you?” Bjorn shot back. “Once we do this, there’s no going back.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” Dennis carefully lined his cock up with Bjorn’s pucker and began to push.
“There hasn’t been any going back on this for a long time now.
” As his head popped through the first ring of muscles, they both hissed and froze at the stimulation.
Dennis took a deep breath and let it out.
“You’re stuck with me at this point, even if the sex is bad.
” It was meant to sound like a bit of a threat, but he was pretty sure that didn’t happen based on the joyful expression that took over Bjorn’s face.
Dennis inched in a little deeper, moving slowly and watching his mate’s face for any signs of him being uncomfortable, but there was nothing but that joy.
Finally, he bottomed out, their balls brushing together.
Dennis lowered himself until he could kiss Bjorn’s smiling mouth. “Hi,” he breathed into the kiss.
Bjorn let out a breathy little laugh as he kissed him back. “Hi. We’re doing this, huh?”
“Hell yeah, we are.” And Dennis pulled slowly out until just the head of his cock was still in Bjorn’s body and then swung his hips hard, forcing his way back in. Bjorn let out a deep moan, his body arching under Dennis and his hips coming up to meet him.
Dennis took that for what it was: a signal that the time had come to do this right.
He started pumping in and out of his mate, his breathing harsh.
He watched as a dark flush crept down Bjorn’s body, from his face to his neck, then his shoulders and chest, and finally his stomach.
That flush made Dennis feel ten feet tall, and he finally couldn’t resist the urge to take Bjorn’s cock in hand and give it rough strokes in time with his thrusts.
Bjorn whimpered something that might have been Dennis’s name, eyes flying open. “Mate!”
“C’mon,” Dennis urged, fighting his own body’s urge to convulse and release.
He was determined that Bjorn would get off first; he wanted to come with his mate’s teeth in his neck.
“Come for me, Bjorn.” And just to add to the temptation, he lowered his head closer to Bjorn’s, cocking it slightly to the side to expose his neck.
Bjorn’s eyes flicked to the exposed skin, then up to meet Dennis’s eyes, a question in them.
Dennis smiled at his mate. “Do it. I trust you.” And he gave Bjorn’s cock a particularly deep stroke.
Just as he’d hoped, the combination was too much for Bjorn, and he let out a high wail as his body spasmed, ropes of cum erupting onto his stomach between them.
Just as Dennis was starting to worry that maybe he was too distracted by the orgasm to remember the bonding bite, his head shot up off the pillow and his teeth latched onto Dennis’s skin in the hollow between neck and shoulder.
As Bjorn had told him, he felt a pinch, like someone giving him a hickey, followed by a sucking pressure and warmth.
So much warmth. Finally, Bjorn withdrew his teeth, and his tongue laved over the area, which was suddenly exquisitely sensitive.
The lightest brush of his tongue sent shivers through Dennis, who had almost forgotten for a moment that he was mid-fuck.
Now feeling supercharged by the sensations of his new bond bite, he drew his hips back and slammed into his mate’s passage. It took a mere three thrusts for the combination of the heat in his neck and the tingling in his groin to explode into the most powerful orgasm he’d ever had.
Dennis thought he’d actually checked out for a few seconds, because when he came back to reality, he was flat on his back on the bed with Bjorn cuddled up to his side.
Bjorn’s head was tucked between Dennis’s neck and shoulder, his breath tickling over Dennis’s fresh bond mark.
He wondered idly if it would always be sensitive, or if this was just an “it’s a new wound” thing. He kinda hoped it stayed this way.
“Mate?” Bjorn asked quietly into his neck.
“Hm?”
“Are you happy?”
Dennis tightened his arm where it was outstretched around Bjorn’s shoulder. “Fuck yes,” he said on a sigh. “Everything feels…more right now. Like, I know what life is gonna be like and holy fuck it’s gonna be good.”
Bjorn lifted his head enough to grin at him. “It is. It really is, my mate. I will do everything I can to make you happy.”
Dennis’s lips twisted as he tried to stave off the stupid grin that wanted to break through. “You make me happy. I have no idea how the fuck this happened, but…yeah. Just you is enough.”
Bjorn gave him a sweet smile and dropped his head back to Dennis’s shoulder. “You’re enough for me too, mate.”