Chapter 6 #2
Tobin wanted to fall into it, immerse himself, wrap himself up in the safety of it. This beautiful man, this walking ray of sunshine, breath of fresh air, perfect man.
Tobin closed his eyes and breathed in Fray’s scent. He even smelled like how saltwater tasted on sun-kissed skin. As if somehow the gods had personified summer and daisies and finished it off with a carefree grin and a laugh that made everyone smile.
He smelled like the best decision Tobin could ever make.
“I want you,” he said. “I want forever with you.”
Fray made a low, fervent sound before he crashed his mouth against Tobin’s. Tobin could barely remember their first kiss. He’d been so addled with the bond fever, he had only flashes of memory of Fray’s mouth, his body.
But this.... This was all too real.
Fray’s mouth slotted over his perfectly, lips open, tongues sliding and tasting. Fray’s hands were on Tobin’s neck, in his hair, holding his face as he kissed him so thoroughly, owning him, devouring him.
Holy fuck, Fray could kiss, and Tobin was struck with the realisation he could have had this years ago if only he’d looked up a time or two and seen what had been in front of him all this time.
If only he’d thought himself worthy.
To be kissed like this, to be loved by him. To be wanted, to feel the onslaught of desire and need—and so much fucking love.
By the gods, he wanted this so much. Right or wrong, bond or not. He would take whatever Fray would give him.
Tobin ran his hands down Fray’s back to his arse, and he instinctively pulled their hips together, sending jolts of pleasure through the both of them.
He’d never needed anything more in his life.
Then something struck Tobin...
“What is it?” Fray asked, breathless, kissing down Tobin’s jaw to his earlobe and neck, and it lit Tobin up inside. Holy shit.
He could barely form thoughts, let alone words. “Uh... fuck. Jesus, Fray.”
Fray laughed, his breath hot on Tobin’s skin, and he scraped with his teeth and nipped the skin where Tobin’s neck met his shoulder before kissing it better. Then he pulled back, his eyes dark and lips red and wet.
He looked drunk with lust, and...
Jesus, that’s not helping.
What was Tobin trying to think of...? Oh, right.
“Uh, how does this work? How is the bond completed, exactly? Sex, right? That’s what Ciaran and Sawyer had to do? They went to the hut. Which I was supposed to drive them to, but you had to do that for me because, well, you know, I was trying to avoid everything bond related.”
Fray grinned and kissed him again, pulling Tobin’s bottom lip between his. Which Tobin liked. A lot. That made Fray chuckle. “Yep. We gotta rawdog it.”
Tobin snorted. “Jesus.”
“Something to do with an exchange of bio-something. I dunno. Kellan did explain to them, but I wasn’t really listening after the rawdogging train of thought. I’m easily distracted.”
Tobin ducked his head, laughing, embarrassed, and... well, really turned on. “Yeah, okay, but uh, I guess I’m asking about the mechanics of it. Like who... does what?”
Fray hummed, and with his finger under Tobin’s chin, he lifted his face so Tobin would meet his gaze. “Have you had sex with a man before?”
Tobin’s cheeks burned, and he could hear his pulse in his ears, but he held Fray’s gaze. “Yes. It was a long while ago. In Hobart.”
Fray kissed him softly. “And did you give or receive?”
“Both.”
A low growl rattled in Fray’s chest, and his grin turned salacious. “Do you like switching?”
“Yes,” Tobin murmured.
“Oh fuck yes,” Fray said before crushing his lips against Tobin’s again. He was different now, less cautious, more determined.
More turned on.
Tobin took Fray’s tongue into his mouth, and he loved the way Fray’s fingers clawed at his skin. When they broke for air, Fray attacked Tobin’s neck, kissing and sucking hard, scraping his teeth over his skin, and holy fuck, Tobin’s knees went weak.
He pulled Fray with him to the bed, falling backwards and opening his legs for Fray to fit between. Fray laughed. Tobin had always loved that sound, but to hear it so close and against his skin was so much better.
The feel of Fray’s weight on him, his naked body, was everything.
“What about you?” Tobin asked, trying to kiss all the neck and shoulder he could reach.
Fray pulled back so he could look Tobin in the eye. “Sex with men before, yes. Though it seems like forever ago. And I like to switch. Sometimes I want to fuck, sometimes I want to be fucked. Depends on the day, depends on the guy.”
Tobin didn’t really want to ask this, but he kinda had to. “And today? Which do you want?”
Fray chuckled a deep, throaty sound before kissing his mouth, his jaw, his neck.
Then he sucked on Tobin’s earlobe and murmured into his ear, “Oh, Tobin. We’re gonna do both.
All day, all night.” Then he gasped as if he’d just remembered something.
He pulled back, his eyes lit up. “Oh, and Sawyer told me he and Ciaran did it in a half shift. So freaky. We gotta try that.”
Tobin barked out a laugh. “They what? He told you this?”
“Told me, gloated, same thing. Said it was the hottest thing ever.”
“Oh gods. How does that even work?”
“Dunno, but we’re gonna find out,” Fray said. Then a blue tentacle appeared behind Fray, swaying for a beat before it disappeared, and Tobin felt a slick, thick probing under his balls.
“Oh, fuck,” he cried, widening his legs and raising his hips on instinct.
Fray laughed and kissed him again, swallowing down Tobin’s moans as Fray’s tentacle explored and teased him, slicked him up, and gently, expertly pushed into him.
Tobin was so turned on, so aroused and so consumed, he wasn’t sure how long he would last. With Fray’s cock hard against his, his tongue in his mouth, and his probe starting to fuck him, Tobin was barely holding on.
His walls were down now. He was so vulnerable and exposed, but completely safe with Fray. He knew he was. He knew Fray was safe, and he trusted him. Tobin wanted Fray to feel everything he felt.
He wanted Fray to know how he made him feel.
This was because of him.
“Oh fuck,” Fray said, voice tight. He was rolling his hips, rubbing their cocks together. “Tobin, I need to.... Ugh, god, I need to...”
Tobin nodded, flexing his hips and trying to push down on Fray’s tentacle. “Please, Fray. Fuck me. I need to feel it.”
Then the probe was gone, and Tobin gasped at the loss. He felt empty, fucking bereft and desperate—
Until Fray manoeuvred himself, gripped his rock-hard cock, pressed the blunt head against Tobin’s hole, and pushed into him slow and slick and oh so surely.
Tobin gasped at the sensation, at the perfection. Fray slid all the way in to the hilt, and Tobin took it all, his mouth agape, his eyes wide. Fray shuddered and groaned, his own eyes squinted shut. When he opened them, they were dark blue fire, burning fierce. “Oh holy fuck, Tobin,” he whispered.
And then he started to move.
And the slow burning embers burst into flame, fireworks exploding through Tobin. Every cell, every synapse, every molecule was bent and reshaped to accommodate Fray, to be one with him. There was a very tangible cord between them, from Tobin’s core to Fray’s, melding together.
Irrevocably.
Perfectly.
Turning them into something they weren’t before but would be from now until forever.
As if their souls were joining, bonding.
“Oh by the gods,” Fray breathed, his eyes wide and imploring, his lips ghosting over Tobin’s. “You feel that?”
Tobin nodded. “Yes. Holy shit, Fray.”
Fray cradled Tobin’s face as he moved inside him. Revered him.
Loved him.
Fray groaned, and the sound lit a fuse in Tobin. So fucking good. As Fray’s thrusts grew deeper and harder, the embers of pleasure grew hotter and bigger, filling every part of Tobin’s body more and more, the pressure building and building—
“I’m gonna come,” Fray bit out. “Tobin, oh fuck.”
“Do it, please,” Tobin begged. “Please, give it to me.”
Fray thrust in deep and hard one final time and cried out, his cock pulsing as he came, and an ecstasy bomb exploded inside Tobin. Tobin’s orgasm detonated pure bliss in his core. Obliterating, devastating, and... and... euphoric.
Pleasure so high, he didn’t ever want to come down.
He was complete.
So complete.
For the first time in his life, Tobin felt whole. Blown apart and put back together again in ways he’d never dreamed.
He didn’t realise he was crying until Fray pulled back, his gaze dreamy and warm. He wiped Tobin’s cheek and nodded, because he understood. He felt it too.
“Our hearts are in sync,” Fray murmured. “They beat as one.”
Tobin let out a teary laugh. “Holy shit,” he said, grabbing Fray’s face, and he kissed him. “I feel... everything.”
Fray’s grin was blinding, his laugh giddy, and it made Tobin’s hearts soar. “I feel it too,” Fray said. “I feel you.” He kissed Tobin again, slow and deliberate, and then trailed his lips down his jaw to his ear. “I want to stay inside you forever.”
Tobin shivered, those embers of desire burning low and lovely. But he quickly rolled them over, surprising Fray, and, despite their uncoupling, it made him laugh. He leaned over Fray and pressed his hands to the mattress on either side of his head. “My turn,” he murmured.
Fray’s eyes glinted with want, his lips parted. “Fuck yes. Have me any way you want.”
Tobin raised one eyebrow, his smirk wicked. “Any way? You should be careful what you wish for.”
Fray chuckled, his tongue catching the corner of his mouth, teasing and so damn enticing, Tobin could barely drag his eyes away. “Believe me, Tobes,” he murmured. “I’ve wanted this for years. There’s nothing I haven’t fantasized about you doing to me.”
Tobin made a low humming noise that was almost a purr. He nudged Fray’s legs apart with his knees and, half shifting, slid long tentacles around his thighs, keeping them spread while one tentacle wound itself around Fray’s dick and stroked him.
Fray’s breath caught and his back arched. “Oh fuck yes.”