ASH & HARPER HARPER’S BIRTHDAY #2
Inside the box sat a red lace body suit. Unlike all the other lingerie Ash had bought, this wasn’t for Harper.
All the strappy bits took a minute to sort through before Ash stepped into the suit.
If you could call it that. There wasn’t much coverage, more open space than anything.
Retracting his wings into tattoos, Ash left his horns and tail fully formed, and pulled the skimpy outfit up his body, and got his arms into the right holes.
Lace covered Ash’s shoulders, upper back, and collarbone, stopping right above his nipples.
Straps accentuated his pecs, stretching from the center of his breastbone outward, and attaching to a large V-shaped strap that ran from under each of his armpits to meet behind his balls.
The bottom of the suit was like a thong without a pouch in front, leaving his dick and balls completely exposed.
After adjusting the strap around his waist, and the one up his crack, Ash inspected himself in the mirror, face flaming and cock stiff.
He twisted to check everything was in order in the back. Yep, all fine, not twisted. His tail sat perfectly above the thong. He didn’t look bad. In fact, his butt looked fucking great.
“Ash,” Harper called, the desperate edge impossible to miss.
“Coming, sweet.”
Ash could have teased Harper through the bond so easily, letting his arousal grow while knowing Harper was feeling every last tingle of anticipation, but he was dying to find out what his mate thought of this get-up.
Ash exited the bathroom and stood between Harper and the bed. “Take off your blindfold and you’ll find your present.”
Harper whipped the blindfold off. He blinked, adjusting to the light, and his eyes went wide. “Oh, Ash. Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
Ash puffed out his chest, his cock leaking.
Harper leaned forward. “What’s the back look like?”
Ash turned and Harper sucked in a breath, the bond like a live wire between them.
Gripping his cock, Ash faced his mate, stroking it lazily. “You approve?”
“Yes.” Harper’s lids were hooded, eyes hazy with lust.
Ash stalked forward. A few feet from Harper, he dropped to his knees and crawled, tail flicking back and forth.
Harper gripped the arms of the chair. “Ash…damnation, you’re going to kill me.”
Ash nudged Harper’s knees apart with his horns. “Then it’s a good thing you’re immortal because I’m not stopping.”
“You better not—” Harper’s words cut off as he moaned, Ash nuzzling his hard cock through his jeans.
Harper tugged on Ash’s hair. “Why didn’t you tell me to get naked?”
“Because I want to strip you.” Ash fixed a burning stare on his mate. “Are you emotionally attached to these pants? Or the underwear you have on?”
Harper’s brow quirked. “Um, no.”
“Good,” Ash rumbled. “I’ll buy you new ones.”
He gripped Harper’s waistband and ripped his jeans and underwear open, the button popping, zipper and fabric tearing, and Harper’s hard cock sprang free.
Harper whimpered.
Ash swallowed him down.
“Fuck, Ash.” Harper grasped one of his horns, hips twitching.
Ash sucked, pressing forward until he choked, nose in Harper’s pubes. Harper whined and gasped, his bluebell scent flooding Ash’s senses. He was in heaven.
Harper explored the lace covering Ash’s shoulders, hands trembling. Ash hummed and slurped.
“I’m so close, Ash. Already, fuck.” Harper tried to pull back. “I don’t want to come too soon. Please.”
Ash pulled off. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not going to be done with you for a while.” Ash licked his lips, gaze raking over Harper’s flushed face. He stood and pulled Harper’s shirt over his head and tossed it away.
Harper reached for Ash’s cock, his breathing ragged, and closed a tight fist around it. “This outfit is perfect to fuck me in. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“Mm. It is. That’s exactly what I had in mind.”
“I love you fucking me,” Harper crooned as he stroked Ash, gazing up into Ash’s eyes. “I love how tight you stuff me, like I almost can’t take it. I feel so empty without you. Fuck, I need you.”
Ash’s blood was on fire, his desire never hotter. “I wouldn’t dare deny you. Ever. You can have everything, Harper. But I’m not done spoiling you yet. Can you wait a little longer?”
“Uhh,” Harper groaned. “Only a little.”
Ash gently removed Harper’s hand from his cock and turned, offering up his rear.
Harper cupped Ash’s ass and squeezed his exposed cheeks. Ash flung his tail over his hip, out of the way, and bent forward, undulating his body and rubbing up against Harper.
The sound his mate made was inhuman. Ash feared he’d come completely untouched, listening to Harper and feeling his pleasure through the bond.
Harper’s hands slid up Ash’s back, nails scraping his skin. Ash sat in Harper’s lap and rubbed his ass against Harper’s spit-slick cock.
“Oh, fuck, Ash.” Harper gripped Ash’s hips, fingers digging in, and he came, hot release spilling between Ash’s ass cheeks.
“Flower,” Ash moaned and ground down, ringing another shock of pleasure from his mate.
Sweat prickled Ash’s body and his skin tingled. It took everything in him not to follow Harper over the edge, the bond begging him to come.
He loved this even more than he’d imagined. Dressing up and dancing was more of Harper’s style, but Ash had never felt more powerful than he did showing his mate how much he desired him, and that was saying something.
Ash turned and captured Harper’s lips in a filthy kiss. Harper moaned and shivered, and Ash ate it up.
“That was so hot,” Harper breathed when Ash released him. “I can’t even be mad about coming too soon.”
Ash chuckled. “Giving you multiple orgasms is my favorite thing, so I’m not sure why you’re complaining.”
Harper swatted his hip, smiling.
Ash lifted him to a standing position and tore his pants and underwear the rest of the way off.
“You’re going to have to carry me. My legs don’t work.”
Ash loved when Harper’s knees were weak. “It’s no hardship.” He lifted his mate and brought him to the bed.
Harper buried his face in Ash’s neck, body vibrating with laughter.
“What?” Ash asked.
“I didn’t even notice the rose petals until now.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Ash tumbled him onto the mattress.
Harper flopped back, boneless. “It’s one-hundred percent a compliment.” He ran his hands over the petals. “So romantic.”
Ash climbed on the bed and spread Harper’s legs, kneeling between them. “You look good in a bed of flowers. I need to find a field to ravage you in.”
Harper’s eyelids fluttered. “That sounds perfect. Maybe next year.”
“Mmm,” Ash hummed. He ran his hands up Harper’s inner thighs, then tilted his hips, and spread him open.
Harper sucked in a breath. “I love the way you move me around, and knowing you can do anything you want to me.”
Ash pressed his thumb against Harper’s hole. “You do?”
Harper nodded. “Use me, Ash. You don’t have to give me time to recover. I want you in me.”
“Fuck, sweetheart. I’m supposed to be spoiling you, not the other way around.”
“But this is spoiling me. I love you owning me, touching me like nothing else exists. Like you can’t wait to claim me.”
Ash fisted Harper’s soft cock and Harper whined. “Like this?”
Harper nodded, biting his lip.
“Or this?” Ash let him go and dropped his weight on top of his mate, grinding their hips together.
“Yes.”
Ash gripped Harper’s hair and pulled his head back, kissing along his exposed neck. “You’ll be a good boy and let me fuck you however I want?”
“Yes,” Harper breathed.
He trusted Ash so much that Ash was lightheaded. Harper burned for him, the bond made it clear. He wanted comfort and love, and he wanted it to be overwhelming, his desires telegraphing down their connection so loudly they were practically screaming.
Harper wanted the reminder he was loved, and Ash would give it to him any way he could.
“You’re mine,” he whispered in Harper’s ear as he grabbed the lube and slicked his fingers. “You will always have me. I’ll always be here.” He pressed two fingers into Harper, and Harper cried out, arching his back. “You’re mine to fuck whenever I want because you’re my mate.”
“I’m yours,” Harper echoed, thrusting onto Ash’s fingers. “Please show me how much you want me. Choose me.” Their shared pleasure spiked, Harper’s desperate neediness overtaking the bond. “Choose me,” he begged.
“I choose you.” Ash looked Harper dead in the eyes, withdrawing his fingers and aligning his cock with Harper’s hole. “Feel how much I need you, sweet flower.”
Harper gripped the back of Ash’s neck and Ash thrust, burying his cock inside his mate in one quick thrust. It stole Harper’s breath and lit Harper up inside. The vulnerable edge to Harper’s need opened up, only making him more desperate for Ash’s affection, like even being claimed wasn’t enough.
The depth of Harper’s emotions was unexpected, and Ash’s surprise turned from sexy and fun-loving to something deeper.
Ash would never tire of reminding Harper he wasn’t alone.
“You’ve got me, Harper,” Ash panted in his ear as he began to move his hips. “Feel how tight your hold on me is? I’m never going anywhere. For the rest of time. You’re mine. I’ve claimed you and you’re perfect for me.”
“Please,” Harper begged. “Please, Ash. Don’t leave.”
“I won’t.” Ash thrust harder. “I’m inside you, in your heart, your soul. I’m not going anywhere.”
Harper gasped, his cock hardening against Ash’s stomach.
“I love you,” Ash growled, letting his most possessive feelings loose setting the bond alight between them. “Nothing could keep me from you. Not in this world or any other.”
“Nothing,” Harper echoed, soothed by Ash’s intensity. His desperation quieted, the bond overwhelmed by Ash’s conviction that Harper was his.
Harper went lax beneath Ash. Content and pliant.
Ash lifted Harper’s hips and fucked into him, watching Harper’s body jolt with each thrust. Harper’s eyes rolled back, moans tearing from deep within him. He was blissed out, getting exactly what he needed: Ash, his mate. Nothing existed but their joined bodies.