Page 84 of Master Wolf
Drew reached for the hem of Lindsay’s shirt and gently pulled it up and over his head, tossing it aside. Then he removed the loose breeches and drawers Lindsay wore and gently pushed him back against the nest of pillows so that he was half-reclining there.
“So beautiful,” he murmured.
Lindsay shook his head, a flush on his cheeks. “You don’t need to say that. I know how I look, Drew.”
Drew leaned over him, still clothed, pressing a soft kiss to Lindsay’s collarbone and letting his lips trace up over his pale, damaged throat, all the way to his soft, parted lips. Drew grazed another kiss over them and whispered, “Lindsay Somerville—the most beautiful man in all the world.” The sudden happy curve of his mouth made his lips brush against Lindsay’s again. “And he’s all mine. I call that a miracle.”
Lindsay’s breath stuttered and Drew laughed softly, loving that he could see the effect he was having.
He pushed back, standing up and stripping off his clothes, till he was quite naked, and then he lay down over Lindsay, keeping his weight off that thin body but letting his skin brush exquisitely over the whole length of the man so that they were touching all over, chests and bellies and thighs and—oh God, cocks. Their shafts brushed against each other in rude, blunt welcome, making them both gasp with delight, then laugh softly. Wondrous laughter—full of affection and desire.
Drew began kissing Lindsay. He kissed his mouth, his face, his throat—tracing the healing bite wound there with his lips—and his chest. He traced Lindsay’s nipples with his tongue and tugged at them with his teeth, relishing the moans his attentions elicited. He explored Lindsay’s lean belly and jutting hips, and when he got low enough, he took his hard, perfect prick into his mouth and sucked it—softly at first, then hard and demanding.
“I want you to fuck me,” Lindsay pleaded. And Drew knew why he was begging for that—he wanted to be joined with Drew. Wanted the intimacy of it.
“I will,” Drew promised. “Just lie back, my love. I’ll take care of you.”
The food tray Wynne had brought earlier had a butter dish on it. That would do, Drew thought, stretching over to scoop up a generous quantity of butter. Then he raised himself up on his knees and began to rub and press at his own tight hole.
“What are you doing?” Lindsay whispered.
Drew quirked a smile at him. “I can’t take you without some help.”
Lindsay blinked. “We’ve never—”
“I know,” Drew said, positioning himself over Lindsay’s cock and holding it in place, ready for him. “I always held back. I always let you give yourself. But now—starting right this moment—everything’s different.”
Lindsay’s hands on his hips stilled him when he would have moved. “But do you like it, like this?” Lindsay’s earnest expression made Drew’s heart trip. “I only want you to do it if you like it. I only want to give you pleasure and happiness.”
“I don’t know, but we’ll soon find out,” Drew said, smiling tenderly. “If I hate it, we can always change around, can’t we?”
And with that, he lowered himself, slowly, steadily, on Lindsay’s hard prick.
It wasn’t immediately pleasurable—far from it. There was deep, almost thrilling pain as he lowered himself onto Lindsay’s thick, uncompromising shaft.
Oddly, Drew relished the blunt pain. The realness of it, The presence and aliveness of it. But as he began to move—and as Lindsay moaned and shifted beneath him—it became easier. Better.
He was just thinking that maybe, perhaps, he might grow to enjoy this one day, when Lindsay suddenly grasped his hips and thrust up into him. The subtle change of angle caused Lindsay’s cock to stroke some hidden part of Drew that had never been touched before—that sang with intense, almost unbearable pleasure.
Drew howled, his head falling back as Lindsay, growling with satisfaction, repeated the motion, again and again, till Drew was mindless with the beautiful sensation.
He wasn’t aware much of what followed. Only of being fucked. Of being owned by Lindsay’s cock. Of that singular pleasure, stroking inside him, over and over, and then Lindsay’s hand on his cock for a few moments before he was climaxing harder than he ever had before.
When he finally opened his eyes, it was to find Lindsay panting, his dark eyes soft with something like awe.
“You liked it,” he said, seeming amazed.
“I—” Drew flushed hard. “Yes, obviously—but did you? Did you climax?”
Lindsay laughed. “You didn’t notice? Christ, like a volcano!”
His eyes sparkled with joy and humour and the scent of rainwater washed over Drew, fresh and cleansing.
Drew gazed down at his lover.
His love.
Lindsay was thin and weak and pale—he had a great deal of healing still to do, but he was whole again inside, where it mattered. And Drew could take care of him from now on.