Page 10 of Convincing His Little Bee (K!nktober #2)

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“No.” Cin quickly reassured his mate.

“We can wait,” Tor rested one hand on Cin’s side, thumb rubbing soothing circles. Floored by the kindness of this man, how willing he was to listen to anything Cin wanted. What Cin wanted most was to stop denying himself his mate.

I hope he’ll still want me.

“I don’t want to wait. I need to tell you something, first.” Cin’s gaze darted away from Tor’s intense stare.

“I’m listening,” Tor settled on an elbow, lying on his side next to Cin. One leg wrapped between the fae’s and his other hand rested on Cin’s stomach.

“I’m not…” Cin hesitated. He hadn’t had to actually say the words aloud to many people. He grew up in a small community, everyone knew everything about him. Anyone he’d been intimate with had known before they got naked.

The billions of butterflies in Cin’s stomach reminded him how much could change based on Tor’s reaction.

“I’m trans.” He blurted out. A beat of silence followed his confession and Cin couldn’t look at Tor as he waited.

“Okay.” Tor spoke calmly, no negativity in his tone. He placed a kiss on Cin’s cheek then his forehead. “Can you share your boundaries with me? I want to know what words I should use or if there’s a specific way you want me to touch you.”

Eyes snapping to meet Tor’s, Cin frowned with confusion. “I’m…you don’t mind?”

“Why would I?” The drakonid mirrored his confusion. “Have you had a hard time with other partners?”

Tears threatened but Cin refused to let them fall. “I don’t want to talk about the past.”

“You can tell me later who hurt you. I’ll deal with them.” Tor nodded decisively, making Cin giggle.

“I thought you weren’t the bad guy?” Cin teased, liking the way it felt to have someone in his corner for once.

“I’m not!” Tor protested. “But you’re mine. S omeone clearly hurt you. I won’t stand for that.”

“They don’t matter.” Cin lifted a hand, running it down Tor’s cheek and across his scaled jaw. “Only you matter.”

Tor connected their lips, sweeter and deeper than the kisses before.

Cin could get lost in Tor’s kisses forever but he wanted his mate inside him.

He pulled back just enough to speak, their breath mingling.

“I use the word dick or cock. And hole for both, front hole and back hole if you need to be specific. And…my chest is very small but you can call them tits.”

“Fuck, little bee.” Tor groaned into his mouth, pressing his hard shaft against Cin’s hip. “Where can I take you? Which hole?”

“Um…” Cin hesitated, letting Tor’s kisses pull him back into a haze. “Do…do you have a preference?”

“My preference is to bring you pleasure. If touching your front hole causes distress, I’ll leave it alone.”

“I don’t…I don’t want to be ignored.” Cin whispered, tears escaping down his cheeks.

“Oh, little one.” Tor cupped his face, kissing the lids of his eyes, his nose, his chin. He rubbed his jaw scales along Cin’s cheeks. “I’ll happily lick, finger, and fuck both of your holes. I’ll worship every single inch of your body. You. Are. Mine . All I want is your happiness.”

As a sob broke loose, Cin threw his arms around Tor’s neck, pulling the drakonid closer, needing his weight to mentally ground the fae. Letting the tears flow, Cin savored the feel and smell of his mate. “No one…it’s always…”

“Take your time.” Tor’s touch on his sides and his fingers in his hair helped calm Cin down.

“I’ve only ever been wanted on my hands and knees. Only been fucked in my back hole. They said we had to do it that way so they could ignore any…well…parts of my body they decided were too feminine to keep them hard.”

“Are you sure I can’t make them pay?” Tor growled into Cin’s hair making the fae laugh.

“No. The past is over. I just…” Cin took a deep breath, his tears receding. “Will you take my front hole for our first time? I like both but…I’ve never…no one’s ever been in me there before.”

Tor growled again, pitched low and dragged out, slowly humping against Cin’s side. “I’m going to come so fast once I’m inside you. I promise I normally have better stamina,”

“Touch me, Tor.” Cin ran his own hands down Tor’s chest, pausing to tweak the drakonid’s nipples and run his blunt nails down his stomach muscles.

Without hesitation, Tor stripped their clothes in seconds. Between the tall flowers and Tor’s large body, only a small breeze snuck through to pebble Cin’s nipples. Tor looked ready to eat him. Cin whimpered, spreading his legs, bending his knees to expose his soaking center.

“Little bee.” Tor grumbled, scales fading in and out on his arms, as if he struggled to keep his beast contained. The thought sent a swell of pleasure through Cin’s belly, hole growing wetter.

The drakonid grasped the fae’s hips, yanked his lower half into the air, and tossed Cin’s legs over his shoulders.

The fae yelped, his upper back and head still on the ground, his hole and throbbing dick inches from Tor’s face.

Cin’s face warmed at the position, eyes wide as Tor closed his and the drakonid inhaled deeply.

“Fuck, Jascinto. You smell good.” A shudder ran down Tor’s body. He nosed his way closer to Cin’s hole, piercing eyes opened again, looking straight at Cin as he placed a gentle kiss on his inner thigh. “Are you ready?”

“Fuck yes.” The need to be touched overwhelmed Cin. The fae burned for the drakonid. A broken off gasp and a loud shout tore from his throat when Tor’s tongue licked him from the soaking entrance of his front hole all the way up to the tip of his dick.

Tor didn’t pause, lapping at every inch of skin, he ate Cin like a starving man at a five course meal. Did he transform his tongue? Longer, wider, and slicker than it had any right to be. Spearing inside him, it delved deep, tonguing in ways that made his blood sing. Moans and pleas broke free.

“Yes, Tor! Don’t stop.” Cin shouted into the night air, stomach muscles jumping with each lick and suck from his mate.

The drakonid growled, sucking Cin’s dick into his mouth, vibrations sending jolts of pleasure.

Cin kept his eyes on the man feasting on him, Tor’s face blissed out like he’d never tasted anything better in his life.

Enamored with the way his dick looked spearing into Tor’s mouth, the fae couldn’t look away.

While his dick had grown several inches from the potions he consumed on a regular basis, as a pollinator fae, his body would always be small by default.

That didn’t seem to bother the drakonid, who sucked him like he would any other dick.

The pleasure racing through the fae from the bond made him dizzy. He’d never been so accepted, so loved before. Tears dripped from his eyes, the moment almost too much to handle.

“Perfect.” Tor murmured against him, letting Cin’s dick rest on his elongated tongue, twisting it around and tightening the muscles as if milking him with it.

“Oh fuckosaurus!”

Tor chuckled into his flesh, “You use the most creative cuss words I’ve heard in my life.” He nibbled at the small lips framing Cin’s front hole, then licked back inside to swirl his dexterous tongue around again.

“I want you inside me.” Cin begged, bucking his hips up into Tor’s face, unable to grind without the leverage of his legs.

“Not yet.” Tor sucked his dick back into his mouth, bobbing his head and letting his tongue swirl around it.

“Why?” Cin whined loudly, sweat beading on his brow, the burning need to come consumed his every thought. Tor didn’t answer, instead two of his fingers entered Cin’s front hole at the same time, spearing the fae wide and deep in one smooth motion.

“Fuck!” Cin screamed. Two of the drakonid’s fingers were bigger than all four of Cin’s, the fit tight but satisfying. Full, good.

“That’s why, little one.” Tor nipped at his thighs, slowly pumping his fingers in and out. “I need to loosen you. I’m too big for you.”

Tears dripped down Cin’s face, he was drowning in the stretch.

“It’s too much, Nock…I need you.” He trembled, wanting his mate closer, protecting him from the overwhelming sensations shuddering through him.

What if I can’t take him? Cursing his failure to control his magic, Cin didn’t notice Tor lowering his body until the drakonid bumped their noses together.

“It’s okay, Jascinto.” Tor whispered softly to him, his fingers thrusting in Cin’s hole with a constant, soothing motion. “I’ll get you ready.”

“What if…I can’t…” Heart racing with fear that Cin had once again fucked up something that should be so easy , so simple …He pulled his mate down until Cin could bury his face in the man’s neck.

“You can, I promise.” Tor nosed him out of his hiding place to pepper Cin’s face with kisses. “Feel.” Tor instructed, pulling his two fingers out of Cin’s hole. When they returned, they stretched him wider, the feeling of being full more intense. “Feel how you stretch for me?”

The drakonid descended on Cin’s lips, nipping and sucking at his lower lip until Cin opened up and allowed him entrance.

Tongue still transformed, Tor tangled them together, tasting of Cin’s own body.

With a slick thumb pressed against the base of his dick, three fingers deep inside of him, and his mate’s tongue nearly hitting the back of his throat, Cin let himself drift away.

His fear left, replaced with immense belonging. “That’s it. Good boy. Relax.” Moving away from his lips, Tor sucked a nipple into his mouth, keeping his body close as if he knew his mate needed him covering every inch he possibly could.

A constant chorus of whimpers and moans escaped Cin. He tangled his hands in Tor’s long hair, clasping the drakonid to his chest, his hips shifting to fuck down on the fingers inside of him.

“Only a little more, my fated.” Tor shifted to the other nipple. Cin doubted his ability to take more but Tor proved him wrong on the next thrust as all four of the man’s fingers slid inside.

Cin grunted, his inner muscles clamping down on the intrusion. “Full, Nock.” His words slurred, but his hips kept their rhythm, swiveling the fingers deeper.

“You stretch beautifully for me.” Tor nibbled on his collar bone, sucking dark marks into his skin. The mixed sensation on his top half distracted him from the too much feeling down below. “Come for me and then I’ll fuck you.”

Needing more pressure on his dick, Cin reached down, wrapping his fingers around himself, jerking up and down.

“Shit, that’s sexy,” Tor watched, slowing his own fingers. He spread them apart inside of Cin, fucked him in and out that way half a dozen times before easing up on the stretch again.

“Help me come.” Cin begged, then let out a keening wail when Tor’s fingers bent, pressing hard against a spot inside him that made his vision go white. “Batfuckers, keep doing that.” He sped up his own hand, desperate.

Fingers deep inside, Tor rubbed and rubbed and rubbed at the spot. Cin had never felt anything like it, dizzy with bliss, so overwhelmed he almost couldn’t take it.

“Nock!” He shouted, his muscles clamping down tightly. The orgasm tore through Cin, his breath stolen from him as he rode it out, liquid drenching his thighs.

“Give it to me, Jascinto.” Tor eased him through the waves, slowly reducing pressure off the spot inside until Cin’s legs stopped twitching and he could draw a breath back into his lungs.

“Oh fuckin’ A, what did you do to me?” Cin mumbled, blinking blurry eyes at his mate who chuckled. Sweat dripped down Tor’s face, his smile wide, his vertical pupils blown so open they looked like full ovals.

“I’ve been alive a long time, little bee. It’s been a few centuries but I still remember the tricks.” Tor winked at him. Centuries ?

“What do you—” Cin cut off as Tor pulled his fingers free. Stretched, oversensitive from his orgasm. Empty and aching. “Fill me. Fuck me. Tor…Nock!”