17. Chapter 17 #2
Gabe groaned and started to squirm underneath him before rocking his hips against Cyrus’s hand, pumping himself into Cyrus’s fist. Rather desperately.
Gabe’s hands were curled into the bedding.
Cyrus gripped the crown of Gabe’s hair at the root and pulled his head back more.
“Slow down,” he ordered, but Gabe didn’t seem to be able to, so he pulled his hand away.
Gabe whined.
“I told you to slow down, now you stop,” Cyrus growled as he kissed along Gabe’s jaw line and squirmed himself. His cock aching.
He groaned softly. “Lube, we need lube,” he remembered.
His dizzy head could only think of it back in his room. Only across the hallway, but…
“My bag,” Gabe breathed. “With my bathroom stuff.”
Cyrus processed and quickly moved off the bed, flushed, panting, sporting a seriously uncomfortable tent.
He searched for the bag. There were only a couple that hadn’t been unpacked.
“No, the…black one,” Gabe mumbled from the bed.
Cyrus quickly found it, unzipped it, and riffled around until he found a half-used tube of water-based lube and bolted for the bed as his life depended on it. He hovered atop Gabe, lube to the side.
“I want to fuck you,” Cyrus told him, looking directly into his eyes.
Gabe’s entire face flushed, and he exhaled a shaky, “Please.”
Cyrus leaned down and husked into Gabe’s ear, “You want me to fuck you?” he asked. His entire body felt like it was vibrating with need.
“Y-Yes,” Gabe said.
“You want me to turn you over and fuck you into the bed, little wolf?” Cyrus growled softly. Gabe shivered.
“Y-Yes, Sir…yes, Alpha,” Gabe whined.
Cyrus groaned and reached down to start to undo his pants, tossing them and his belt to the side, leaving his boxers on.
He rolled Gabe onto his stomach, and Gabe curled his legs, pushing his ass up further in the way.
Cyrus bit at his lip and reached down to grab Gabe’s ass for a moment before he finally pushed his boxers down.
His length free from its confines, he grabbed the lube and made sure things were as slick as they needed to be.
He spread Gabe’s ass cheeks a little and then pushed the tip against his hole.
He felt Gabe tense and heard him hum as his face was halfway against the bed.
Despite how impatient he could often be, Cyrus took his time—slowly inching himself inside—listening to Gabe grunt and feeling his hips twitch. Until he was buried to the base inside Gabe, warm, and his hole tightening a bit around the base of Cyrus’s dick.
He started to thrust slowly. As he did so, he had just enough focus on reaching over, grabbing the only shirt left on the beds, his own, and sliding it underneath Gabe’s hips and stomach.
“Fuckk,” Gabe moaned.
Cyrus started to thrust harder, faster. Fucking Gabe into the mattress with a vigor that he could tell Gabe had never been fucked before.
The way his body arched and muscles tensed, the way he seemed barely able to contain the moans and grunts slipping out of his lips and soft growls against the pillows.
Cyrus grunted, his cock throbbing. The bed creaked with his movements, thrusts upon thrusts, smacking against Gabe’s ass, hips, the back of his thighs.
Gabe was gripping tightly to the bed. There was absolutely no doubt other people in the house were hearing it.
Cyrus frankly didn’t give a fuck at that moment.
He stopped just long enough to lean down, pull Gabe up by his hair and onto his knees while still leaning forward slightly. Cyrus wrapped his hand around Gabe’s neck to keep him upright and leaned forward to his ear.
“You like that?” Cyrus growled. He grunted and thrust his hips harder, feeling Gabe’s body clench and tighten, shiver.
Gabe’s hand reached up and wrapped around Cyrus’s forearm, and his head tilted back.
“Ahhuhh…” Gabe moaned out a desperate whine of a moan. “Oh god… Cyrus!”
Cyrus’s sweat dripped from his damp hair and forehead onto Gabe’s shoulder and down his back and chest. Gabe’s sweat and sweet scent filled Cyrus’s senses.
His eyes shifted downward over Gabe’s shoulder, seeing Gabe’s cock bouncing with each movement, watching the pre-cum drip, and knowing Gabe was close.
Cyrus rocked his hips harder, gripping tighter at the base of Gabe’s neck but never too hard.
His mouth found Gabe’s shoulder, and his teeth bit into his flesh, hard.
Gabe whined loudly, and suddenly his body tensed several times.
Cyrus watched as Gabe’s cock twitched, and he came in several short heavy lines falling from the air down onto the shirt Cyrus had so diligently placed there, only a few drops missing.
Gabe shivered and waned in Cyrus’s hands.
Cyrus felt his core tighten and his cock pulse within Gabe. He pulled out quickly, and his cock twitched and throbbed as his seed sprayed and dripped onto Gabe’s lower back and ass.
“Fuck…” Cyrus gasped and tilted his forehead against Gabe’s shoulder. His body twitched for several moments afterward, until the last drop, and even after.
He groaned and slowly pulled Gabe up so that his chest was against his back.
Cyrus leaned down and kissed Gabe’s shoulder slowly. From the furthest part to the crook of his neck. As they both went from panting for air to breathing slowly, nearly in tandem.
Gabe hummed out content.
After another moment, Cyrus let go of Gabe, just long enough to grab the shirt, roll it up from the sticky mess side, and wipe his mess off Gabe with the other side. He tossed the shirt to the floor.
They both lay down on the bed. Catching what breath they still needed to catch and relaxing. The room was hot and humid but cooling down by the minute, ceiling fan creaking above.
Cyrus closed his eyes and lay there. Relaxed and satisfied.
He felt Gabe scoot closer and nuzzle into his shoulder, curl his body up close.
Cyrus wrapped an arm around him and sighed.
One moment he was blinking. The next, he was opening his eyes groggily to a cool and quiet room.
His arm moved, hand searched, but he didn’t find Gabe there beside him.
When he looked up, the clothing from the floor missing and a pair of boxers and sweats were on the end of the bed.
Cyrus scrubbed a hand over his face and slowly got out of bed.
It took a moment to process that he had fallen asleep.
He looked at the clock on the wall.
“Ah fuck,” he mumbled and grabbed the boxers but not the sweatpants.
He knocked on the closed bathroom door, and when there was no answer, he stepped in and started for a shower.
After quickly washing his body, he got out, dried off, brushed his teeth, and put the boxers on, only to wander into the hallway and get back to his bedroom so he could get his work clothing on.
When he came jogging downstairs, Gabe was walking in his direction from the kitchen.
“In a hurry cause—” Gabe started, shirtless, fresh marks on his neck and shoulder.
Cyrus blushed and cleared his throat. “Uh yeah, if I don’t go now, I’ll be late for work.”
“Oh,” Gabe said. “Well, I made you some food at least let me…grab….” Gabe went rushing off in the opposite direction before Cyrus could even object.
A minute later and Gabe was rushing back with a Tupperware container that was fogged up big time by whatever hot food was inside it and a plastic fork and napkins on the top.
“Here, take it,” Gabe insisted.
Cyrus grabbed the hot container as well as he could.
“Uh, thank you.” He chuckled. His mind was dizzy when he thought about what had happened earlier between them.
Cyrus found Gabe stepping over and kissing him. He couldn’t find the will to object. He kissed him back with a soft hum, head fuzzy.
As the kiss was pulling away, Cyrus heard a slight squeak. His gaze shifted over, and he saw Lily standing there a couple of yards away at the end of the main hallway with her hands clasped together.
“Oh my gosh.” She chuckled, her face pink.
“Lily…” Cyrus groaned.
Lily giggled and quietly clapped her hands before running off out of view as Cyrus glared at her.
Cyrus shook his head and gave Gabe one last glance before he finally turned to head outside to go to work.
Flushing softly and avoiding burning his fingertips with the bottom of the plastic bowl.