24. Chapter 24 #3
Cyrus chuckled, and his heart squeezed in joy. “Then it’s settled, we’ll do the claiming ritual.” He smiled. “As soon as it’s not the middle of winter.”
Gabe laughed. “Alright,” he mumbled and then pulled as close to Cyrus as he could yet.
Cyrus couldn’t help but kiss him passionately. Their lips moved together in slow and fervent tandem. He felt Gabe’s fingers slide into the back of his hair, curling and gripping how he knew that he liked it.
Cyrus groaned into Gabe’s mouth and slid one of his hands up Gabe’s shirt. He brushed his thumb along Gabe’s nipple slowly and listened to the sound in response.
There was no question whether they wanted each other or not at that moment. Joy was filling Cyrus’s heart, and desire for Gabe was throbbing. He wasted no time slowly tugging Gabe’s shirt off and listening to the slight gasp as his nipples and bare chest were shocked by the cooler air in the room.
Cyrus’s shirt was off a moment later as they kissed and groped each other.
Cyrus reached down and slid his hand into the back of Gabe’s pants, and grabbed his ass cheek.
He squeezed and pulled Gabe tighter against him as they kissed.
He nipped at Gabe’s bottom lip and then broke their kiss with a slow pull.
Cyrus rolled his hips against Gabe, causing both of their erections to rub against each other through the soft fabric of their pajama pants.
“Mmn,” Gabe moaned out.
Cyrus trailed warm wet kisses down Gabe’s jaw line and the side of his throat. Feeling the pulse in his neck. He slowly licked at that pulse with the tip of his tongue and then continued downward to Gabe’s bare shoulder.
“Mmm, claimed?” Cyrus asked, referencing Gabe’s earlier mention of Cyrus wanting to claim him and his misinterpreting because of their previous sexual escapades.
Gabe hummed out obediently, “Yes…” he whispered.
“Yes?” Cyrus asked, his mouth just barely hovering above Gabe’s bare shoulder.
“Yes, Sir,” Gabe breathed.
Cyrus smirked and then bit down into Gabe’s shoulder, hard but not enough to draw blood. He felt Gabe squirm against him and heard the hiss and moan of both pain and pleasure that he knew oh so well.
More often than not, Cyrus was the one who wanted to be bitten so hard he could barely see straight afterward. Gabe’s marks lasted on Cyrus for weeks longer than Cyrus’s did on Gabe, but it seemed that morning things were slightly different.
As his teeth let go of Gabe’s flesh, he licked the red imprints of his teeth in Gabe’s skin and listened to the other man moan in pleasure.
Cyrus continued to leave several more throbbing bite marks along Gabe’s shoulder and some lighter ones along his chest as he inched his way downward.
He pushed Gabe onto his back and kissed down his stomach until he reached his waistline.
A moment later, Gabe’s pants were on the floor, and Cyrus was halfway under the covers.
He took Gabe’s cock in his mouth and started to bob his head slowly.
Gabe grunted in pleasure a moment later as Cyrus was twirling his tongue around Gabe’s length and squeezing at one of his thighs.
Fingers digging into the soft flesh there.
“Fuck…” Gabe groaned. Cyrus hummed the vibrations surrounding Gabe’s hard member.
Cyrus could feel Gabe’s pulse in his cock and popped his mouth off him in one sudden movement that made Gabe gasp.
Cyrus’s hips were rocking desperately against the bed. He slid up Gabe’s body to take his mouth in a fervent kiss.
“Mmm, I want to fuck you,” Cyrus moaned at him.
Gabe was flushed and panting softly with his delayed pleasure.
“Please…” Gabe said against his lips.
Cyrus shifted just long enough to grab the lube that had been so specially placed on the bedside table when Gabe had been unpacking their things.
Turned them so that Gabe wasn’t on his stomach but both on their sides and pushed one of Gabe’s legs forward and up slightly.
Cyrus tugged his pants down, and his cock sprung free.
One of his hands slid under Gabe to slide his hand in front of his throat and hold his neck and head closer against him.
Gabe grunted softly.
Cyrus slowly lubed his cock and Gabe’s hole before pushing inside him.
Cyrus’s moans of pleasure were mirrored by Gabe’s as he started to thrust in and out. Feeling the warmth of Gabe surrounding his length. Gabe’s pulse against his hand and around him within. Cyrus tightened his grip and felt Gabe rock back against him needily.
“F-Fast…” Gabe moaned.
“Mmn, just be patient,” Cyrus insisted. He kissed the back of Gabe’s neck and the top of his shoulder as he rocked his hips back and forth. He moaned as he did so. His free hand gripped at Gabe’s hip and the top of his thigh.
The bed creaked with their movements, much more than even their usual bed.
Cyrus adored the sound.
“Good boy,” Cyrus moaned and started to fuck Gabe quicker by only a beat or two.
He inhaled Gabe’s musky and sweet scent. It only made his arousal grow stronger.
Gabe started to move harder, his hips smacking against Gabe’s ass and the tops of his thighs.
Gabe’s moans grew louder, Cyrus grunted, and his breath was so heavy he could barely think.
Head dizzy. The cool room was quickly growing warm and muggy.
Cyrus let go of Gabe’s thigh only to move the blanket off them as sweat started to bead along his forehead.
“Fuck…fuck,” Cyrus grunted as he moved quickly.
One of Gabe’s hands moved back and tangled in the back of Cyrus’s hair, gripping at it firmly.
As Gabe started to tense up and groan in pleasure, his hole tightening several times, Cyrus could barely make it another minute before he was coming himself. A moment later, cum dripped along the front of Gabe and along with the fresh duvet, and Cyrus cum dripped along Gabe’s back.
Cyrus sighed as he leaned his head lazily against the back of Gabe’s neck.
“Well, we’re going to need to remake the bed,” he mumbled.
Gabe laughed softly and carefully turned around. Cyrus wrapped his arms around the other man and held him close. He kissed his lips slowly, feeling a wave of bliss and comfort wash over him.
Gabe cuddled up close to him and brushed his nose against his.
After a long, long moment of cuddling, Cyrus finally convinced Gabe to get up so he could at least take the blanket off to be put in the washer and replace it with another duvet that was in the closet.
After a hot shower and some coffee in their systems, Cyrus cuddled up close to Gabe on the couch as they waited for breakfast to finish cooking in the oven.
“Promise me something?” Gabe asked as he leaned his forehead against his.
Cyrus hummed out content as he closed his eyes.
“Anything,” he whispered.
“Never let me start the morning without kissing you first,” Gabe told him.
Cyrus smirked softly and pressed his lips against Gabe’s once more, and whispered against them.
“Never.”