Mr. Handsome
Soren
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” Soren ordered, his head on his folded arms, his ass high in the air. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Laughter sounded out, muffled by Soren’s skin. He’d have been tempted to punish Gabe for that later, except the vibrations against his hole were lighting all Soren’s nerve endings on fire, so he couldn’t exactly be too upset.
Gabe’s tongue speared him once again, and Soren keened. His cock was hard and leaking precum onto the mattress. He wanted to stroke himself, but he couldn’t move his arms. He didn’t have the strength—Gabe had licked it all out of him.
A large hand wrapped around Soren’s erection, thumb gliding over the tip, and Soren moaned, long and low. That was it. That was perfect.
Gabe knew. He always knew.
Gabe began stroking him in time with his tongue’s movements, and Soren could have wept. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted, rocking his hips back into Gabe’s face.
It wasn’t long before he was spurting all over Gabe’s fist, a shattered moan accompanying his release.
He collapsed down, rolling to his side. Gabe loomed over him, fully nude, his chin soaked with spit and his hard cock bobbing in the air.
Soren arched a brow. “Is that for me?”
Gabe grinned at him. “I can’t help it, baby. You’re sexy when you’re desperate.”
Soren managed to send a weak kick to Gabe’s shin. “I’m never desperate, Highness. I was merely…enthused.”
Gabe stroked his cock lazily, staring down at Soren’s naked body. “Still sexy.”
“You think everything I do is sexy,” Soren told him smugly.
Gabe didn’t even try to deny it. “Yeah, I do.” His fingers traced down Soren’s hip. “Can I?”
Soren let out a put-upon sigh, as if Gabe’s cock wasn’t his favorite appendage on earth. “Okay, but be quick about it. And I’m not doing any work.”
He rolled back onto his stomach, his ass in the air again, listening to the sounds of Gabe lubing himself up.
It wouldn’t have been his favorite position before—far too vulnerable—but it was different with Gabe. Something about the reverent way he grabbed at Soren’s hips, or the desperate tinge to his groan as he entered him, made Soren feel like he was on top of the world.
“God, you feel good, baby.”
“Mm,” Soren agreed. The stretch was fantastic, even as he was feeling hazy and loose after his own orgasm. “Tell me more about how wonderful I am.”
“You’re fucking perfect,” Gabe told him obediently, driving his hips in. “Nothing feels as good as you.”
He fucked Soren with long, rolling thrusts, gliding his hands over Soren’s skin.
It was over much too soon—just as Soren was beginning to think that a second orgasm sounded divine, Gabe was groaning, emptying himself into Soren with a quiet curse.
Soren looked over his shoulder. “Are you a two-pump chump these days, Highness?”
Gabe grinned down at him, looking sex-flushed and stupidly handsome as he withdrew his spent cock. “You said to hurry. Plus, we’re late.” He smacked the bed, annoyingly energized after his orgasm. “Up and at ’em.”
Soren pointed a finger at him. “Whatever this is, I hate it.”
“Jay will be sad if we’re late.”
Soren let out another put-upon sigh. “Fine.” He stood from the bed, secretly grateful his legs were holding him up. “But only because I don’t want to be subjected to tragic puppy dog eyes.”
“It’s the opening of his animal shelter. You’re gonna be subjected to so many puppy dog eyes.”
Soren tried for a scowl. “You’re not funny.”
Gabe tugged him close, pressing his nose into Soren’s hair before tipping up his chin. “I’m sorry you only came once, baby,” he said with complete sincerity. “You just felt so damn good. I’ll make it up to you.”
Soren let out a disgruntled huff, but he still let himself be cuddled. Gabe had eaten him out for ages, so it wasn’t exactly like he’d been left hanging. It was just good to check his mate’s ego every now and again. Keep him humble.
He escaped Gabe’s hold and sashayed toward the shower. “You’re not allowed to be seduced by some tragic unhoused dog, Gabriel Kingman. I don’t need pet hair all over my couture.”
Gabe followed at his heels. “Whatever you say, brat.”
“Exactly.”
Jay’s animal shelter was having a whole day of festivities in honor of its grand opening.
Soren wasn’t sure if that was really a thing humans did, or just a thing Jay was doing, but either way the whole den had shown up in support, even the Tucson factions.
Soren and Gabe made their way through the building into the giant fenced yard area in the back, where shelter volunteers and employees were doing meet and greets between available dogs and prospective humans. They quickly zeroed in on Jay and Alexei standing with Danny and Roman.
They were only ten minutes late, but Jay greeted them with desperate glee, like he’d been afraid they weren’t coming.
“Soren!” he cried, as soon as he spotted them coming up. “You’re here!”
“Of course, Jaybird.” Soren gave his sweet friend a quick hug. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
Jay grabbed his shoulders, a desperate gleam in his eyes. “Soren. What if no one comes?”
Danny stepped up, pulling Jay back gently while he widened his eyes pointedly at Soren. “Sweetie,” he soothed. “There’re already people here.”
“Right, right.” Jay let himself be pulled away, leaning into Alexei’s body instead, his mate stroking his back comfortingly.
Soren glanced around the yard, catching sight of a refreshments table. “Is there booze?” he asked hopefully.
Alexei cocked a brow at him. “What do you think?”
“There’s coffee and tea,” Jay told him. He immediately began wringing his hands. “Oh my God, should there have been booze?”
“No,” Danny told him, giving Soren another look. “Soren’s just teasing. Isn’t that right?”
Duly noted. Jay was too flustered for teasing today. Soren put away the sass for a bit of sincerity. “It’s perfect, Jaybird. It all looks really lovely.”
“You’ll take a look around?” Jay asked hopefully.
Some of the den had seen the shelter already—like Colin, who was going to be working there occasionally—but for those not involved in the setup, Jay had wanted it to be a surprise.
Although, with how often he’d described every bit of it in full detail at family dinners, Soren wasn’t sure how much of a surprise any of it was going to be.
But he nodded agreeably, grabbing Gabe’s hand. “We’ll look around right now.”
He and Gabe headed back inside, only to see Jamie and Luc arrive as they were leaving, Jamie grinning wide. “All right!” he called out, tugging Lucien toward their friends. “Where’s the booze?”
Soren sped up their steps to avoid dealing with the fallout.
He and Gabe made their way to the canine wing, a large area divided into two hallways, with dog cages along each side.
Really, they were more like apartments—Jay had spared no expense, and each individual area opened into a little private yard in the back, separate from the larger fenced area for meet and greets or group play.
Soren walked along, Gabe’s hand in his, noticing that each dog had a placard with an adorable photo and a description of their personality.
He caught sight of Colin, who was about halfway down the hallway with the twins flanking him, busy coaxing out a shy older dog. His method involved telling the dog in a low voice how he was sweet and handsome and perfect.
Soren had never heard Colin speak so nicely to anyone.
Ones of the twins—Fox, Dane, who could remember?—seemed to agree. He was whining at Colin. “How come you never talk to us like that?”
Colin gave him an unimpressed look over his shoulder. “Because dogs are better than people. It’s a scientific fact.”
“We’re not people,” the twin argued. “We’re your mates.”
Colin rolled his eyes, but he tugged the twin closer by his shirt anyway, crooning in fake baby talk, “What a good boy you are. So sweet and handsome and perfect.” He cocked his head, his tone going flat again. “Is that better?”
The twin only stared at him, completely dumbstruck. Colin gave another eye roll and leashed the dog, leading him outside.
The other twin smacked his brother lightly on the back. “Dude. Get it together.”
“Did you hear that though?”
“He was joking.”
“You think if I edged him long enough, he’d say that in bed?”
“I think if you edged him long enough, he’d kick you in the balls.”
Gabe coughed loudly. “Guys. There are, like, children present.”
Both twins made a show of looking up and down the hallway, which had only Eric and Wolfe on the other end, all the humans outside for the moment. “I don’t see any kids,” the first twin said. “Unless you’re counting your mate, what with the height challenge.”
Soren grinned viciously at him. “Hilarious. Will you still be laughing when I tell Colin you were threatening sexual deviancy just to get a few nice words from him?”
The twin grinned back at him, just as vicious. “You act like he’ll be surprised.”
That almost made Soren smile for real. He did so love a pathetic man.
Instead, he slid past the twins, flipping them off anyway—he wasn’t short, he was petite—nodding to Eric and Wolfe.
Eric was kneeling on the floor, getting his hand sniffed by some tiny, wiry-haired dog. “He’s so little,” he was telling Wolfe. “We’d barely even notice him.”
Wolfe stood over him placidly, dressed in one of his ridiculous suits. “I’m afraid that’s untrue. I would most assuredly notice a new creature living in our home.”
“He could stay in my den,” Eric pleaded.
“I fuck you in that den almost daily. And I don’t require an audience.” Wolfe lowered his voice, although he could still be heard clearly. “If you want to play at puppies, pet, there are other ways to go about it.”
“Gross,” Soren said loudly, more to make Eric blush than anything else.
He was successful too.
Wolfe cocked a brow at him. “Please. As if you don’t lead your mate around by a leash already.”
Gabe let out a disgruntled, “Hey!” and wrapped an arm around Soren, grumbling about rude psychopaths.