Chapter 19
Corbin
You can go out and roost in the forest with the rest of the crows, just like you do EVERY NIGHT, I told Crow in my head.
She was fluffed out and staring at Sebbie adoringly.
You are NOT roosting with Sebbie and me, I told her.
She turned and cawed at me while Sebbie walked over to a bowl on the counter that had a lid on it.
“She’s not allowed in the bedroom,” I told Sebbie.
He just chuckled as he brought the bowl, which apparently contained nuts, over to Crow, placing a handful on the table for her.
“She sleeps outside. She likes to roost with the other crows,” I stated.
Sebbie turned to put the bowl back on the counter, and Crow stared at me. She had just picked up a peanut, and the little shit stared me in the eye while she chomped down on it with her beak.
I lifted my top lip and bared my teeth, a tiny growl escaping. Crow ruffled her feathers, and one dropped down onto the floor just as Sebbie turned around.
“Oh! That’s so cool! She lost a feather here! Can I keep it?” he asked, looking from Crow to me.
She fluffed her feathers and cooed, and I nodded my head.
What followed was about twenty minutes of hearing how beautiful, smart, and wonderful Crow was. Sebbie offered me snacks, too, but I declined. He was the only snack I wanted, if only Crow would give me a minute alone with him.
Crow kept shooting me dirty looks when Sebbie wasn’t looking.
(Yes, crows can give you dirty looks. It’s all about the head tilt.) When he was facing her, I lifted a lip and growled at her.
I was slightly annoyed at her, but I also knew she was mostly fucking with me.
She might have slept in with us, because she did really like Sebbie, but I knew she wouldn’t have stayed the whole night.
She liked the local murder, and she roosted with them all the time.
When Sebbie seemed to finally be winding down on his adoration of Crow, I opened a window by the table. I silently sent her the message to leave, but she waited another five minutes just to spite me. When she finally did fly out the window, she sent me an image as she went.
It was the man in black.
Lovely. I supposed that meant he’d be visiting in one form or another tonight.
I shut the window and turned around to face Sebbie, who was humming to himself as he brushed the crumbs that Crow had left behind into his hand.
He was so perfect, and love washed through me at seeing him cheerfully clean up after giving my familiar snacks she loved best—because I’d noticed that the bowl had all her favorites. Sebbie was the type of person to casually notice someone’s favorites and then just always have them at hand.
He was going to spoil us both, and I’d have to make sure to spoil him right back.
I walked up behind him while he washed his hands at the sink, leaning in and nuzzling at his neck.
He tilted it automatically, giving me more access.
My mouth licked and nibbled along the trail leading up to his ear, and his breath caught at the sensations.
I reached a hand around and up under his scrubs, casually rubbing my thumb over his nipple.
He had forgotten totally that he was washing his hands, and they were clasped together underneath the warm running water. I reached over to shut the water off.
“Shower,” Sebbie mumbled. “I have to shower. I’m all icky from working a twelve-hour shift.”
I really didn’t give a shit if he showered or not—he smelled absolutely divine to me. But I wanted my mate comfortable, and I was also hoping to get my mouth on him tonight. I didn’t want him feeling self-conscious or worried when I licked his cock for the first time.
“Can I join you?” I asked.
He groaned in response, his hips jerking forward a bit. I guessed that answered that question.
I gave his neck one last nibble, grazing my teeth gently against his skin. Then I steered him toward the bathroom, walking behind him. We ended up doing this strange awkward walk to try to stay in sync, because I wasn’t willing to let Sebbie go, and he giggled as we made our way into the bathroom.
I smiled, kissing the top of his head. I loved that Sebbie was so lighthearted and filled with joy. I wanted to keep him that way, no matter what happened.
When we got to the bathroom, we broke apart, although I gave his nipple one last brush of my thumb.
He was grinning when he turned around and pulled his shirt off.
I went to turn the water on, but he was impatiently pulling at my shirt, too, and still giggling.
I laughed and obliged him, raising my arms so he could pull it off, then I finished setting the water temperature in the shower.
By the time the bathroom was filling with steam, Sebbie and I were both stripped of our clothes.
He stepped into the shower, throwing me a saucy wink.
I growled low in my throat and followed him, grabbing him for a kiss.
The gentle rain spray of his shower warmed us as I licked into his mouth, overcome with need for him.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I dropped to my knees, thankful that Sebbie’s walk-in shower was spacious. He gasped and went to cover his cock. I looked up at him, but he didn’t seem upset or shy. All I could smell coming from him was arousal, so I wasn’t sure why he’d covered up.
“I want to taste you,” I told him.
His eyes glazed over a little, but he still hadn’t moved his hands. I’d discovered over our experiences that Sebbie liked seeing our size difference, but he loved hearing me talk about it. His arousal spiked every time.
“Can I suck on your cute little cock, Sebbie?” I asked him.
He moaned, his hips jerking involuntarily toward me, and his hands fell away, revealing that beautiful cock. It really wasn’t that small; Sebbie was small himself, and it was in proportion to his body. It was beautiful, though.
“Have I told you how beautiful your pretty pink cock is?” I asked, and he groaned again, looking down at me. “Look how hard it is, the tip glistening with your precum. I bet it’ll only just fill my mouth up.”
Sebbie’s dick jerked and his smell intensified, the scent of his arousal intoxicating.
“Do you think there’s enough for me to even swallow it down?” I asked.
“Corbin!” Sebbie cried out, the smell of his arousal making me lightheaded.
“What do you need, my little reaper? Tell me,” I said, still not leaning forward, even though the temptation was strong.
“Please, Corbin. Please suck me,” he begged.
I wanted to lick and savor him, but that wasn’t what my Sebbie needed right now. I took him into my mouth all the way to the base, letting my tongue swirl around his dick, licking at it as I held it in my mouth. Sebbie’s hips thrust forward, and he just barely entered my throat.
I pulled off, murmuring, “Look at that. Perfect. Not even enough to gag me.”
His hips were thrusting forward already as I put my mouth back on him, sucking and bobbing, letting my tongue play with the head each time I pulled off a little. Sebbie’s hands were clenching and unclenching, and I guided them to my head.
“You can’t choke me, baby, but you can try,” I told him.
It was like I unleashed the flood, because Sebbie’s hands were gripping my hair and he was thrusting into my face, his balls bouncing into my chin.
I kept sucking and swirling my tongue, closing my lips around him.
His hips were frantic, and I knew he was right near the edge.
I reached one hand up and cupped his balls, giving them a gentle tug.
I was rewarded with a spurt of his cum as he groaned.
I moaned at the taste, my own hand reaching down to jerk my dick.
Sebbie tasted like perfection, and by the time his last bit of cum had spurted into my mouth, I was near my own orgasm just from tasting him.
I kept his softening dick in my mouth, just holding it in the wet warmth.
His tremors and little whines, coupled with the grip his hands still had in my hair, was enough to send my own orgasm barreling through me.
I spurted across the tile floor, giving a small suck that caused Sebbie’s hips to buck into me.
When I was spent, I gently pulled off his dick, resting my head against his thigh. The water was still raining down, but it mostly hit Sebbie, and the steam was enough to keep me warm. I could have stayed there forever, but I felt a small pulse of anxiety course through my mate.
I stood up, leaning into him and kissing him.
I realized belatedly that I had swallowed his cum, but Sebbie didn’t mind a bit.
He kissed me back enthusiastically, our tongues touching and our teeth nibbling.
I could still smell that anxiety, though, so I pulled back, wrapping my arms around him and tucking him into my chest, being sure to keep him in the warm spray of the water.
“What is it?” I asked him.
He shook his head against my chest.
I pulled back, looking into his eyes. “Nope. Something is bothering you, and you have to tell me what it is so that I can fix it.”
Sebbie laughed, and I felt some of the tension drain from him. He leaned back into my chest before answering, almost like he was hiding a bit. “You know, you can’t always fix everything. I know you Smith brothers always think you can.”
I grunted in disagreement, and Sebbie laughed again. Then he mumbled something into my chest. If it weren’t for my hellhound hearing, there’s no way I would have heard him.
“I’m not that small,” he barely whispered.
Ahh. So that was Sebbie’s concern. I put my hands on his face, forcing his eyes up to meet mine. “You are perfect. I love your cock. I love the way our cocks look together. I love touching it and sucking it, and I can’t wait to do all sorts of things with it. I’d love to have it inside of me.”
Sebbie looked utterly shocked at that, and his hips jerked the tiniest bit against me. Apparently, he liked that idea, too.
“But I’m usually on the receiving end,” he murmured.
I continued to stare into his eyes. “And I’d love to do that as well.
I want to do everything with you, Sebbie.
Nothing is off limits. If you want it, then I want it.
I talk about your cock because you like it, but I don’t ever have to mention it again.
You aren’t that small. You’re perfect for your body size.
I love your cock. I love how it feels in my hand, how it tastes, and how beautiful it is when I look at it. It’s like a work of art from a statue.”
Sebbie chuckled at that. He looked down before saying, “I do like when you talk about it. It’s a turn on. I don’t know why. But I don’t want you to think that… I don’t know, that I’m… inadequate.”
I forced his eyes back up, which I probably shouldn’t have done, but I was angry. “Has anyone ever made you feel inadequate? Because you are perfect, and if someone ever said something different, you tell me who so I can hunt them down.”
Sebbie smiled, but I was perfectly serious. He looked at me and seemed to get that, because his smile slipped away, and a fond expression replaced it. He leaned into my chest again, and I let him. I wrapped my arms around him once more.
“Thank you, Corbin. I love what we do. And, uh, I’d like to try, ugh… you know… other stuff, maybe.”
I smiled against his head. “You want to fuck my ass?” I asked.
Sebbie gasped in shock, but his hips thrust into me, letting me know how much he liked the idea.
“I bet your dick is the perfect length to hit my prostate. I’ll feel so good with your cute cock pounding into me.”
Sebbie moaned, then he mumbled, “I want to suck you, too. And I want you to fuck me.”
“That can all be arranged,” I answered. “Anything you want, love.”
We stood there in the warm spray for a moment, just holding each other. Eventually, we’d clean each other and tumble into bed together, and whether that was for more fun or to sleep didn’t matter to me.
I was content just to be here, holding Sebbie in my arms.