Page 100 of Found in Obscurity
“You and me,” Lorin said. “Against whatever comes our way.”
Lorin watched Kit struggle with that for a moment before he gave another nod, firmer this time. More convinced and secure.
“You and me,” he whispered back, his words getting clearer with each day.
Lorin used the hold he had on Kit’s hair to pull him in, molding their lips together in a fierce kiss.
He wanted Kit to know he meant every word he said. He wanted him to taste Lorin’s resolve in the kiss and be assured Lorin would keep him safe from everything that came their way. There was nothing he’d allow to touch Kit ever again. If he could stop it, he would.
He kissed him like he was starved for it, and before he knew it they were right back where they’d been before he put a pause on it—pressed against each other. Glued together. Hungry and rushed and desperate. Lorin didn’t know if he had it in him to stop it again. He was weak before Kit. Aching to feel him. Greedy for everything he had to offer.
He didn’t think he’d ever felt that way about anyone else. Like he wanted them to exist in each other’s skin. Like he didn’t think forcing them to be two separate people was fair when all Lorin wanted was to be one with Kit.
He slipped his hands beneath Kit’s shirt, finding his skin warm and soft under his fingertips. He pushed the shirt up until he could pull it off, Kit doing the same to his until their chests were touching with nothing in between.
Lorin took the moment to look into Kit’s eyes one more time, desperate for Kit to be okay with it all.
“Sure?” he asked.
Kit smiled that soft, beautiful smile at him and nodded. “Want you.”
Lorin didn’t need anything more than that whisper. He flipped them over with a soft grunt, sprawling Kit onto his back. He leaned over him, taking him in, drinking down the sight of hismate beneath him, beautiful and wanting and his. Lorin had had no idea anything could feel like that.
After spending all of his life feeling unmoored, just the sight of Kit grounded him. It felt like he belonged. Like there was no other place on the planet that was made just for him the way the bracket of Kit’s thighs around his hips was.
He dove into him like a man starved, kissing his neck and down his chest, wrapping his lips around Kit’s nipple. He basked in the choked-off little sounds Kit was letting out, wanting to roll around in them and hear them forever.
He ran his hands down Kit’s body and curled his fingers into the waistband of Kit’s pajamas, looking him in the eyes again to double-check.
All he got was molten embers and desire as Kit nodded, lifting his hips off the bed and allowing Lorin to strip them both until they were completely naked in front of each other.
It had been a long while for Lorin, and he knew Kit had never been with anyone else before, so he took his time. He toned down the rush and the desperation and made sure every kiss and every touch was deliberate.
He worshipped Kit’s body, letting him know in all the ways he could just how incredibly precious he was to Lorin. How irreplaceable and essential he was for him.
He took him in his mouth like he was sacred, opened him up with his fingers like he was a magical portal to another world. He watched him throughout, locking eyes with him, kissing him, holding him close, worshipping him.
Kit gripped his back, his biceps, and his ass, pulling him in closer, as close as he’d go into him, not allowing an inch of space to form between them.
Lorin sank into him slowly, watching every micro-expression on his face, resting their foreheads together as he bottomed out, breathing in Kit’s shaky exhales.
Kit’s body held him tight, constricting around him, pulling him in, and Lorin couldn’t help but rock slowly in and out of him, searching for all of the ways he could make Kit shatter beneath him. Lorin wanted him to remember this. To have only the most beautiful memories of his first time with his mate.
He brushed Kit’s hair off his damp forehead, kissed his trembling lips, ran his hands down his body and hitched Kit’s thigh higher on his hip to open him up more, to make space for himself.
“Lorin,” Kit whispered brokenly between soft moans and gasps. “Mine. Mate.”
Lorin drank in his words, nodding, kissing them off Kit’s lips and swallowing them down to keep them safe. They weren’t for anyone else to hear. They belonged to Lorin and Lorin alone.
“All yours,” he told him, speeding up his movements, urging Kit to hold on to him.
Kit’s arms and legs went around his body, his face hidden in Lorin’s neck as they climbed higher and higher together.
Their bodies were slick with sweat, flushed with desire and need, wild and open and restless together. Lorin felt himself inching close to the edge, far too quickly, but there was no stopping it. Kit’s moans getting louder told him he was right there with him.
“Close?” Lorin asked, and Kit nodded, his eyes screwed shut and his nails digging into Lorin’s shoulder blades. “Together then.”
Lorin sped up the movements of his hips, changing angles until he found that spot inside Kit, and just a few pointed thrusts later he felt Kit shatter beneath him.