Chapter Fifteen #2
Bryn looked up at Gunnar, a self-satisfied smile on his face, his lips wet with Gunnar’s release. “Well, that was fun,” Bryn said, his voice filled with mischief. He licked his lips.
“Smug much?” Gunnar said, but there was no malice in his words. He was relaxed and sated. Bryn clambered up Gunnar’s body to kiss him, sharing the taste of him.
“Not denying it. Need a nap now.”
“Bed then.”
“Definitely.”
Gunnar lifted Bryn to one side so he could adjust his clothing and kick off the pants that had puddled around one ankle then took Bryn’s hand and led him to the bedroom.
“You have a wicked glint in your eye,” Bryn said as he allowed himself to be led.
“I have wicked plans for you.”
“No nap?”
“No. I’m done waiting.”
Once in the bedroom, Gunnar got onto the bed, lifting Bryn over him so that he could straddle Gunnar’s hips.
“So this is how it’s going to be, is it? You lazing around while I do all the work?” Bryn leaned down to capture Gunnar’s lips in a deep, demanding kiss.
“Not quite.” Gunnar’s reconnoitered Bryn’s body, exploring every curve and line. “Take your clothes off.”
Bryn scrambled to obey and while he stripped off, Gunnar did the same, though he was already halfway there. As soon as he was naked, Bryn resumed his position and ground against Gunnar. “You’re hard again already.”
“Wolf, remember?”
“Gene affects have some definite advantages.”
Gunnar moved his hands to Bryn’s ass, squeezing and kneading, urging Bryn to grind harder against him. Bryn complied, panting as he moved against Gunnar, their cocks rubbing together, the friction building his need. Gunnar nipped at Bryn’s neck, marking him.
“Not your chew toy,” Bryn gasped, but his head fell back, exposing more of his neck to Gunnar’s teeth. Gunnar took advantage, gripping Bryn’s hips, urging him on as he sucked and bit.
“Want my marks on you. Want everyone to know you’re mine.”
Bryn dug his nails into Gunnar’s skin, leaving red marks in their wake. “Not just you. Nobody else gets to play with my wolf.” He sucked on a nipple. “Like that?”
Gunnar fisted Bryn’s hair. “Yeah, ’s good.”
Bryn roamed Gunnar’s chest, tweaking and rolling his nipples. Gunnar’s growls grew louder. “Need a condom.”
“No we don’t. We’re both safe. We’ve had every test known to man and wolf.”
“True. If you’re good with it?”
“I am.”
“Will you be able to…you know, get a read from me?”
“Thankfully not something that Giles tested,” Bryn said with a shudder. “So I don’t know. Maybe. I’m not reading you now and we’re already touching. Does it bother you?”
“You read me all the time. If it happens, it happens. Can’t promise that my intent won’t be worthy of Pornhub, though.”
Bryn gaped. “Really? You went there?”
Gunnar groped in the bedside cabinet. “Lube. In here somewhere. Fuck.” He pulled the drawer too far and it landed on the floor, spilling the contents everywhere. “Double fuck.”
Bryn leaned over the side of the bed. “Got it!” He handed the lube over and Gunnar poured some onto his fingers. He reached between them, searching for Bryn’s entrance. Bryn tensed as Gunnar circled his hole with a finger, then pressed inside.
“Relax,” Gunnar murmured, his voice soothing, reassuring. “I’ve got you.”
Bryn took a deep breath and his body eased. Gunnar moved his finger, stretching Bryn’s channel.
“You good?”
“More than.”
Gunnar added another finger, his eyes locked onto Bryn’s.
“Gunnar,” Bryn pleaded, his body begging for more. “I’m ready.”
Gunnar continued with slow, careful movements. “You’re ready when I say you are.”
“When’s that going to be? Next week?”
What felt like an hour later but was more like a couple of minutes, Gunnar withdrew his fingers and Bryn positioned himself over Gunnar’s straining cock. Gunnar gripped Bryn’s hips, his fingers digging into the skin, but his touch was gentle, guiding rather than forcing.
Bryn lowered himself onto Gunnar’s cock, his body stretching to accommodate Gunnar’s size. Gunnar’s eyes were locked onto his, his expression filled with concern.
“Burns.”
“You can stop any time.”
“Not a fucking chance.”
When he was fully seated, Bryn took a moment to adjust, his body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. Gunnar held him, waiting for Bryn to take the next step.
“That’s it. Take your time.”
Bryn began to move, his hips lifting and lowering, finding a rhythm.
Gunnar gripped his hips tighter, his body meeting Bryn’s thrust for thrust, their bodies syncing.
The pleasure built fast. Too fast. Bryn’s muscles tensed as he neared his climax.
Gunnar’s body tightened beneath him, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps, his eyes locked onto Bryn’s.
Bryn moved faster. He grabbed his cock and with a final, desperate cry, he came, his cum painting the hairs on Gunnar’s belly. Gunnar held him down, pushing deep inside him and followed suit, shaking with the force of his orgasm.
Bryn collapsed onto Gunnar’s chest, his body slick with sweat, his ass clenching as it tried to keep a hold of Gunnar’s dick. Momentum ensured that Gunnar slipped free and he pulled Bryn close. It took a while for Bryn’s breathing to return to a normal rate.
“That was…fucking great,” Bryn murmured, his voice a bit hoarse.
“Yeah, it was.”
“We can do it again, right?”
“Oh yeah. We’re gonna need a lot of practice.”
“Maybe after a nap.”
“Deal.”
Bryn was happy that Gunnar didn’t want to analyze what they’d done. Making love to Gunnar has been perfect. It didn’t need post-coital dissection. “I didn’t read you.”
“No?”
“Nope. Nothing.”
“Maybe endorphins get in the way.”
“It was a pretty mind-blowing orgasm.”
“You’re blushing.”
“Gunnar!”
“What?”
“Nap time. No more talking.”