Chapter Eight #3
“Fuck me? Claim me?” Atlas taunted.
“What if I wanted you to fuck me?”
Atlas’s hands dropped to his lap as he gripped himself and grinned. “I was really hoping you’d say that.”
Gotcha! Bel mused to himself. Atlas might think he was in charge. Bel had no problem giving control over if that was what his mate wanted. Was that too surprising? And he would love to feel his mate inside him.
“Would you…have…I can fuck you?” Atlas finally managed to spit out. “I’ll bottom too but I really want to bend you over and take you.”
“I do like receiving as much as giving,” Bel answered honestly.
“Now?” Atlas vibrated.
Bel chuckled. “No.”
Atlas whined.
Bel gripped Atlas’s sides, rising quickly before turning to lower Atlas onto the couch. Atlas gazed up at him. “Will you fuck me?”
“No,” Bel said again.
“What are you going to do?”
Bel allowed his smile to come slowly. “Whatever I want.”
Atlas’s breath whooshed out.
“Yes? Do I have your consent?”
“Yes!” Atlas hissed. He even raised his hips as if that would get him what he wanted faster.
“I think you’ve forgotten something,” Bel told him.
Atlas shook his head rapidly. “No, no I didn’t. I want you. You can do whatever you want. Fuck me, claim me, mate me, ride me. I consent! I consent!”
“But, baby.” Bel leaned forward to hover his face close to Atlas’s. “I want to suck you.”
“Yes!” Atlas jerked so hard that his shoulders came up off the couch.
Bel pushed Atlas back down.
Atlas squirmed.
Bel was not going to claim his mate until they talked, without the sexual need consuming them, but Bel couldn’t stop now that they’d gotten this far.
“Pants!” Atlas said. “Pants have to come off!”
Bel waved his hand and Atlas was blissfully naked under him. Kneeling between Atlas’s naked form, Bel took his time to admire every inch of his mate. Every inch. The small mole on Atlas’s hip. An old scar barely visible on his upper thigh. And freckles. Small freckles down both his arms and legs.
“Perfect,” Bel murmured. “My beautiful mate.”
Atlas took a deep breath then blew it out. “I will remember this moment for the rest of my life. You kneeling over me with red eyes, fangs, and a massive erection. My very own demon prince.”
“As will I, my sweet mate,” Bel returned. He lowered his mouth to kiss Atlas again.
Atlas wrapped an arm around his neck to hold him in place as Bel’s clothes disappeared.
Bel pulled away to find Atlas grinning at him. “Tricky mate.”
Atlas lifted his head from the couch to kiss along Bel’s chin. “It’s only fair. If I’m going to remember this moment forever, then I want it to be fair.”
“Whatever you want,” Bel promised. He went back to kissing Atlas, not needing his mate to respond. At least not with words. Atlas’s sounds were music to his ears.
Leaving his mate with puffy red lips, Bel slid down the boy’s sleek body.
The fire from the hearth beside them kept the room warm as Bel explored.
Using his hands, lips, and tongue, Bel tasted every inch of his mate. Atlas was vocal and appreciative enough that Bel wasn’t sure how long he could continue to tease. His own cock pulsed with the need to be inside Atlas but Bel had enough control to force himself to slow down.
Atlas was right. This was a moment that they would both remember forever. Did Atlas realize that when he said for the rest of his life, his life would be forever? That when they mated, Atlas would be immortal and by Bel’s side every single day?
He pushed that question to the back of his mind for later.
This was why they needed to wait to claim each other. Bel had things that he needed to make sure that Atlas understood before they took that final step.
Returning his attention to his mate, Bel wasn’t going to worry about that now. He wrapped his fingers around Atlas’s long, slender cock. The only part of Atlas that Bel hadn’t shown appreciation for yet.
Atlas pushed his hips up.
Using magic again, because why not, Bel slicked his palm, allowing Atlas to fuck his hand.
“I fucking love magic,” Atlas mused.
Bel loved his mate. Not that he was going to say the words yet. He didn’t want to scare Atlas away. He hadn’t found anything that had scared Atlas so far. Not taking the chance. He tightened his fingers, giving Atlas a firmer hold to thrust into.
He allowed this until Atlas was groaning with his eyes clenched tight, begging to come.
Removing his hand from Atlas’s dick had the boy crying out.
Bel sucked Atlas’s cock down.
“Bel!” Atlas screamed.
Ha! He’d made his mate scream his name. Bel was quite pleased with himself. Pride and just a bit of cockiness filled him as Bel pulled up to run his tongue around the tip of Atlas’s cockhead.
Atlas’s hands landed on the back of Bel’s head, holding Bel down as he thrust his hips hard.
Bel gagged before opening his throat, allowing Atlas’s shaft to plunge farther down.
His little mate had some strength to him as he held Bel’s head in place.
Bel gave up complete control to his mate.
Atlas used him hard and Bel loved every minute of it.
He hadn’t been joking when he’d told Atlas that he enjoyed receiving.
The harder the better. Atlas’s gorgeous cock would feel so good claiming his body.
Bel sucked sloppily as Atlas grunted and panted, curling into himself before thrusting.
His asshole clenched as he imagined what it would feel like have Atlas’s cock hammering his ass the same way his mouth was being used. Bel’s cock twitched and he was going to come. Not before his mate.
Bel gave all his effort into getting Atlas to give up his come. He sucked, swallowed, used his tongue, and every tool in his arsenal. He had centuries of experience and apply every bit of experience he had.
“Bel!” Atlas screamed again, then hot bursts of come hit the back of Bel’s throat.
There was no way that Bel would waste one drop of his mate’s precious come. He sucked down every drop and licked him clean before pulling off Atlas’s gorgeous shaft.
Atlas blue eyes were bright as he stared up at Bel.
Bel straightened his back and grabbed at his cock. He furiously jacked himself, already so close to the edge that it wouldn’t take more than a minute to find his release.
Atlas moved up on his elbows. “Come on me.”
Fuck yes! Bel closed his eyes as his climax crested.
“Yes!” Atlas encouraged.
Bel forced his eyes open so he could watch himself paint Atlas’s chest and stomach. Bel stroked himself until his balls were empty.
Atlas collapsed back on the couch while Bel gazed down at the gorgeous man covered in his seed.
“Mine!” Bel growled out in possessiveness.
Atlas opened his eyes and smiled. “You’re mine too.”
Those were the best words that Bel had ever heard. A thought had Bel’s hand clean and made him feel refreshed. He could have cleaned his mate as well but Bel wanted to enjoy how sated Atlas looked.
Unable to resist, Bel kissed Atlas again.
Atlas immediately grabbed hold of him. They kissed and kissed until Bel’s thundering pulse began to calm. He gentled the kiss and rested his forehead against Atlas’s.
“That was amazing,” Atlas whispered.
“You are amazing,” Bel told him.
Atlas laughed. “That would be all you, my mate. When can we do that again?”
Bel forced himself to pull away. “We need to eat breakfast. Then we’ll negotiate what else you can have today.”
“Negotiate?” Atlas pushed his chest out as he arched his back.
Bel licked his lips. “Maybe negotiate isn’t the right word.”
“Uh-huh,” Atlas said.
“Coffee?” Bel offered. There was no question that Atlas was the one in control here. Who was he kidding? Bel had known from the start that he would do anything for his mate.
“You’re going to need it,” Atlas teased. “Maybe some vegetables or something too. Now that I’ve gotten a taste of you, it will never be enough.”
Bel brushed the sweat plastered hair from Atlas’s forehead. “How about forever?”