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Grant

F or all the credit Sugar gave me for maturity, he was a handful. A delectable handful, for sure, but I was still unsure how to handle him. Carefully? Of course, I didn’t want to rush him into a fully intimate relationship. But he had said he wanted to go faster.

He had scars and shadows inside, but he wasn’t a breakable figurine. Not yet.

Sugar had strength and openness and such a lovely light. He was a lot more than he gave himself credit for.

“Grant, can we go to bed now?” he asked.

The eagerness of youth. What to do.

I got up, still holding his hand, and pulled him from the couch. Hand in hand, we headed for the hall.

Velvet followed.

“What about Velvet?” he asked.

I turned to face my dog. “Stay here,” I said.

She obediently went to her bed by my chair.

“I leave the door open for her every night, but she won’t come in now unless I call her.”

“She’s so much like a person.”

“She is a furry four-legged person,” I replied. “But not a shifter, which makes her even more remarkable in my mind.”

“I used to wonder what it would be like to be a shifter.” Sugar sat at the end of the bed and watched me as I changed into my usual sleep clothes. I figured we were going to get to know each other intimately, so I undressed in front of him without missing a beat.

“Being a shifter means you just have an extra part of yourself that likes to be expressed. It’s hard to describe because I’ve never not been one.”

“Will you show me your reindeer soon?”

“You want to see me shift?”

Sugar nodded. “I’d love to see it.”

“Maybe next time we go out.”

He bounced on the edge of the bed. “I’ll bet you’re beautiful. Just like you are in human form.”

I turned to him as I pulled up my drawstring pants. I wore nothing underneath. He’d seen it all now. His smile was wide. And his comment about being beautiful was timed for when my body was most revealed.

“Aren’t you going to change?”

He was still wearing his red pants and white sweater. The heater was on, so it wasn’t freezing. Still, he usually changed in the bathroom. I waited to see what he’d do.

He’d unpacked his things from the backpack I’d given him. His sleep clothes were neatly folded on his pillow. He got up and went to them, picking them up, turning and looking at me.

I pretended to be involved with putting aside my day clothes. They were still clean enough to wear tomorrow.

Out the corner of my eye, I saw him start to pull off his sweater. I smiled to myself. His shyness was only from being alone his whole life. I could relate. This was his way of showing he wanted me to see him.

I kept my eye on him as I walked around the bed. I turned on the low lamp just as he set his sweater aside.

He was lean and young, his skin golden and unblemished. Elves didn’t need to shave; there was no body hair other than eyebrows, eyelashes and on the head. The delineation of muscle showed through his skin, but he was soft which I loved in omegas, and I longed to run my hands over that smoothness.

He put on the t-shirt before taking off his elf-red pants. He removed everything, including his boxers, and flashed me a hip and partial buttock before the t-shirt, one of mine, fell past to his thighs.

That flash was enough. The pants fell to his ankles. When he bent to pick them up, I saw inviting shadows between his legs.

He pulled up the clean boxers quickly, then set his clothes by mine on the chair by the dresser. It was then I realized that chair was never used for sitting. It was only there to hold clothes.

Seconds later, Sugar vanished into the bathroom. When he came out, I went in to brush my teeth. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I hesitated. This was a crossroads for me. Falling in love so quickly. Having an omega agree to live with me. I was a different man now. It showed in my eyes which looked less tired than usual. And along the sides of my mouth where my smile plumped the skin leading to my cheeks.

My insides twisted with anticipation. I was drawn to Sugar with all my heart.

I went back to the bedroom and he was already in bed.

As I got in, he turned toward me. With our heads on our pillows, we faced each other.

Sugar didn’t wait for me to say or do anything. He simply blurted, “Can you kiss me again?”

I didn’t hesitate. I put my arm around him and pulled him close, kissing him, then lightly licking his lips. My mouth opened over his to show him more. He quickly mimicked my action and parted his lips. Such a sweet elf.

His arm came around my waist and he squirmed up against me, pressing his entire body alongside mine. I couldn’t help but respond physically. The kissing started the fire. Now it was roaring.

My erection pressed gently against his thigh. I wasn’t sure about his response yet. He was shorter than I was by a lot, so I pressed into him with my stomach by way of exploration. And there he was, right in line with me, that hardness there a total delight.

It was magical, to kiss and press with our clothes still on and be taken to such heights. I liked sex, but the touch of another had never made me feel this good. Sugar was special. I knew it from day one.

As much as I was overtaken by my arousal and his, I managed to keep what he’d told me in the back of my mind, that he hadn’t enjoyed sex his first time. I was sure he meant penetration. I wasn’t going to pressure him. There was so much more I could show him before it ever came to that.

Sugar tilted his head to one side, gasping for air. I was breathing harder, too. I kissed him all over his face. He lifted his chin and I kissed where he had liked it before. On the neck.

He reached up and put his arms around my neck to pull me closer.

I ran my hand down his side to his hip, pulling him closer until we were grinding against each other.

Sugar moaned.

I pushed him onto his back and leaned up. With both hands free, I slid his t-shirt up and ran my hands over his stomach and to his chest.

“Wow, oh.” Sugar tried to sit up.

“Too much?” I asked.

“It’s really good. Too good.”

I’d kept the low lamp on, and I could see his naked chest rising and falling. He didn’t try to push the shirt down or hide himself, so I knew he was okay.

“Do you want to slow down?”

“No. Yes. No.” He lay back, arms over his head, and closed his eyes. “Please touch me again.”

I went slower this time. My hand swept in swirls over his stomach and chest, lightly touching his nipples which were already hard little nubs. I lay on my side and kissed his mouth. He opened his mouth wider for me this time, and our tongues danced together. When he broke for breath, I lowered my head to his chest and kissed him there.

“Oh my.”

“Too fast?”

“It’s good,” he breathed.

I gave him a single lick over his nipple. His breath sucked in tight. I did it again and again until I had him writhing.

One of Sugar’s hands was in my hair, gripping. I liked the tug. It meant I was on the right track.

I kept licking over the nub as I slowly swirled my hand lower and lower, past his abdomen. I rested my hand on his thigh, my thumb rubbing the crease against the bulge tenting his shorts.

He jerked, tensing, and reached up for me. I let my mouth fall back on his lips. I kissed him until he relaxed, then gently cupped my hand over his cock. I went back to licking his nipples, first the left, then the right.

He gripped my shoulders.

I gave a slow rub, feeling his cock throb through the thin material. My thumb caught at his waistband and tugged downward. To my surprise, he lifted his hips and wriggled upward. His shorts moved and I pulled harder until they were down to his knees.

His cock bounced up, curving toward his belly. He was gorgeous, his sweet balls quivering as he squirmed to get the pants all the way off.

“Now there’s so much more for me to kiss and lick,” I said.

“Grant!”

“You’re so beautiful. Lie back for me.”

“I don’t know if I can control myself.”

I kissed between his pecs. “It’s not about control, it’s about letting go.”

His head fell back onto the pillow. He kept murmuring, “I can’t, I can’t.”

“You can,” I said firmly.

I started kissing him down the center of his ribcage, licking around his bellybutton. His cockhead nudged at my cheek.

He grabbed an extra pillow and put it over his head, letting out a loud but muffled whine.

I couldn’t stop myself. He was so responsive. Such a good little naughty elf.

I brushed my fingertips over his balls. His knees bent and fell open.

He was an omega and clearly wet behind his balls, but I wasn’t going to go further with him on that level tonight. He wasn’t ready. And I wasn’t going to entice him to make him think he was when he clearly had had problems in the past with his bad experience.

His cock throbbed. I bent and licked the head.

Sugar screamed into his pillow. Then began to beg. “Stop. I mean don’t stop.” He sat up looking bewildered as I tilted my head to watch him. He panted at me. I stayed very still, mouth closed, letting him make the decision.

“Okay, Grant. Can you do that again?” His head flopped back.

I licked up the underside and to the head, then circled the base with thumb and forefinger to bring his cock upright and sucked down on the head.

He was so firm in my grip, the skin of the head soft and swollen as I licked and sucked.

Sugar cried out into the pillow. I loved him dearly for that. My responsive little elf.

I didn’t get very far in my plans, but I had no expectations. He was young and for an elf who had perhaps misbehaved in the past, quite innocent.

Halfway down his cock, my lips felt the tension increase to a throbbing that didn’t stop. He exploded quite nicely, his entire body rocking. I didn’t let a drop spill.

He was still shaking as I moved up his body, removed the pillow from his face, and kissed him like I owned him.

His arms flew around my neck. He gasped into me. I pulled back.

“Grant, you’re so good.” He repeated that about three times.

“You liked that?”

“How you made me feel—I—I—loved it.”

“Fantastic.” I smothered him with kisses.

He ducked some of them and curled into me, hugging me hard. A cuddler? Yep. That was what I had on my hands.

I hugged him back, gliding my hands down to his little ass and back up again. He grasped the back of my t-shirt so hard I thought it might rip.

“Grant.” He spoke into my chest. “Grant.”

“You’re so beautiful.” I paused. “You’re okay, right?”

He nodded vigorously, head bumping my chest.

I let him rest against me and I basked as I breathed in his scent. My cock was leaking into my pants, but I ignored it. All I cared about was Sugar and what I could do for him.

When he had calmed, his body more languid, he looked up at me. We were both on our sides pressed together, him mostly naked and me with my sleep clothes still on.

“I want to touch you,” he said.

“All right.”

“I want to make you feel good, too.”

“You already do.”

He undulated against me, brushing my cock just right. “You know what I mean.”

“What do you want me to do?”

He sat up. “I don’t know what to do except I want to see you.” Softer, “Touch you.”

I sat up and pulled my t-shirt over my head and threw it on the floor.

He inhaled with a hiss, then reached out to touch the muscle of one upper arm. His fingers fell to my chest, dancing across my pecs.

“I like the way you feel,” he said.

“What a relief.”

He tilted his head and gave me a sarcastic look.

I laughed as I hooked my fingers into my waistband and tore off my pants.

Sugar pushed the covers down with one hand and tapped at my chest with the other until I was lying back and fully exposed. Then he tore off the t-shirt that was rucked up about his shoulders.

Now that we were both fully naked, he took his time exploring my body from head to toe. When he touched my balls, I strained for more. The pleasure coursed through me.

Gently, he touched my cock with the fingers of both hands, feather-light touches that drove me wild.

“It’s wet,” he commented.

“When I get overly excited, I leak.”

He touched the tip of my cock, rubbing with his thumb. “Like an omega, only here instead of your hole.”

He was funny and charming and if I hadn’t already fallen in love with him days ago, I would have now.

“A lot of human males leak, too,” I countered.

“I’m not completely ignorant of sex, but I didn’t know that part because I never have.”

I wanted to tell him to talk less and touch more. But I loved hearing him. I loved that he was looking at me and enjoying it. Hell, I was enjoying it more than anything.

Sugar took my cock in both his hands and began to stroke it.

I groaned.

He kept stroking and giving little tugs and squeezes that were incredible. For his first time, aside from his not fun experience, he was doing everything just right. Or maybe it was him. Any touch he gave was bound to send my mind and body flying.

I knew why. I just hadn’t put it into words to him. It was because we were mates. Destined. Fated mates. The magical thing that people waited lifetimes to happen was happening for me. For us.

He was the most precious being in my life.