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Gabe

I press a hand to my chest, trying to steady my thundering heart. Holy shit, I’m barely holding it together. Glancing down at Iko, I watch as he sniffs every damn inch of the yard. “Please, buddy, hurry up and do your business before I bust,” I mutter, shifting impatiently.

Iko looks up at me, tongue lolling like he’s got all the time in the world. I groan, rolling my eyes, but thankfully, he finally picks a spot that suits him. The second he’s done, I practically haul him inside. By the time I reach the bathroom, I’m ready to drop to my knees and sing hallelujahs.

Peeking inside, I catch sight of Mika bent over the tub, checking the water temperature. His towel is slung so low on his hips that it leaves little to the imagination. A low wolf whistle escapes me, and I stride forward, unable to resist running my hands over that perfect, rounded ass sticking up in the air.

Mik a swats at me without looking backward. “Nuh uh,” he says, straightening with a grin. “I’ve got a plan. Strip.” He adds an exaggerated leer for good measure, and that’s all it takes.

I tear at my clothes like they’re on fire, heart pounding and cock aching. Mika in full dominant mode is impossible to resist.

As soon as I step into the bath, a groan of pure pleasure escapes me. The water’s perfectly hot, the kind that makes your skin glow pink. I sink down, letting the tension in my muscles start to melt away. Knowing Mika, that glow is exactly what he’s aiming for—to see it when he spreads me open and licks every inch of me. The thought alone has me throbbing and dangerously close to coming already.

Get it together, Gabe.

I lean back, trying to relax, though Mika’s presence beside me makes that a challenge. He kneels by the tub, carefully washing me with slow, deliberate movements. It’s maddening. I expect him to tease, to touch me in ways that leave me shaking, but his hands stay efficient, purposeful.

The restraint only builds the heat coiling low in my belly. The slow burn of anticipation is sweet agony.

Mika finishes rinsing my hair and gives it a playful tug. “Time to get out, babe, before the water cools.” He steps to the side, holding a towel at the ready.

Reluctantly, I rise, water streaming off me. Mika wraps the towel around me and starts to dry me off, his movements slow and deliberate. At first, I feel a little silly letting him do it, but the friction sparks heat that races straight to my groin.

I reach for him, ready to beg if that’s what it takes, but Mika steps back and shakes his head. “Nuh uh, mate.”

I groan in frustration, but my protest turns into a gasp when Mika catches my wrists and pins them together in front of me. The dual sensat ions of annoyance and arousal hit me like a freight train. God, I hate the “nuh uh,” but being restrained? That’s fucking scorching.

His grip is firm but gentle as he leads me out of the bathroom and toward the bed. My feet move on instinct, trusting Mika completely.

“I’ve got you.”

And I know that he does. I let my eyes drift shut, surrendering myself to him.

When the backs of my knees hit the mattress, I open my eyes. Mika’s gaze is molten, his brown eyes dark and consuming. My breath catches. I’ve never seen anything as sexy in my life.

He releases my wrists and steps away just enough to give his next command. “In the middle of the bed, on your knees. Head down, ass up.”

A shiver runs through me, the raw authority in his voice making my cock twitch. Without hesitation, I climb onto the bed, moving to the center and settling into position. My cheek presses into the cool sheets, and my hands grip the bedding firmly.

Mika’s warm hands settle on my hips, holding me steady. “Perfect,” he murmurs, his voice rough with need. “Absolutely perfect.”

I think about making this move slow and deliberate, something to drive Mika wild. But I’m too strung out, too wound tight for patience. I just drop into position like he ordered, planting my head down on the bed and raising my ass high.

Mika growls low in his chest, and the sound vibrates through me, stringing out every nerve. Reaching back, I spread my cheeks, exposing myself completely.

“Fuck, babe,” Mika murmurs, his voice rough and full of hunger. “You’re killing me with that sexy ass all heated and pink, spread out just waiting for my tongue.”

A s hiver races down my spine as he climbs onto the bed. The first slide of his fingertip down my crease sets my skin on fire, a teasing brush over my entrance and down to my balls that leaves me trembling. Before I can catch my breath, Mika bites down on one cheek, sharp enough to sting, and I gasp.

“Mine,” he growls, his teeth still pressed into me before he soothes the spot with a slow, sucking kiss.

The mix of pain and pleasure leaves my voice caught in my throat, a low groan slipping out instead. Mika bites the other cheek next, and I arch into the sharp nip.

“Mine,” he repeats, and all I can do is grunt in agreement, too overwhelmed to form words.

His tongue trails down the cleft of my ass, hot and wet, from the base of my spine to my aching balls. When he envelops one in his mouth, gently sucking and rolling it with his tongue, my legs almost give out. My toes curl, my breath comes short and sharp, and I can’t help the needy sound that escapes me. Mika releases the first ball with a soft pop, only to lavish the same attention on the other before dragging his tongue back up to my desperate, waiting entrance.

When Mika pushes my hands away to spread me open himself, I feel the flush creep up my skin. His thumbs stretch me wider, and I know he’s watching, taking in every inch of me. It’s vulnerable and raw, but the way he touches me makes the anxiety ebb, replaced by trust—and something far more desperate.

His lips brush my hole, and the first broad press of his tongue against my entrance makes me gasp. But it’s not enough. The need claws at me, every nerve raw and screaming for more.

I groan, pushing back against Mika’s face. Desperate. I can feel the chuckle in his breath, warm against my skin, and it’s enough to make me groan.

“ Damn it, quit teasing me!” The words snap out of me, rough and insistent, but I don’t care. I need him now.

Finally, Mika stiffens his tongue and plunges it inside me, thrusting in deliberate, sharp movements that leave me panting. He twists and swirls, and the scrape of his teeth against my skin sends lightning jolts of sensation through me.

“Fuck! Fuck, Mika! Ahh…” My voice cracks, the overwhelming pleasure pulling me under.

I can’t hold back. My hand flies to my cock, stroking hard and fast as my body clenches and my release barrels through me. Thick ropes of cum spill through my fingers, hot and sticky, painting my stomach and the bed. Mika doesn’t stop, his tongue working me through every shuddering spasm, pushing me deeper into bliss.

My thighs tremble as I struggle to hold myself up, and Mika finally pulls back. His tongue drags lazily over the sensitive skin, coaxing the last tremors from my body.

“Shit, Gabe,” Mika groans, and the sound alone has my cock twitching again. “If you could see how fucking tempting you are. All spread out, that hot little hole gleaming from my mouth…”

I glance over my shoulder, my chest heaving as I meet his gaze. He’s staring at me like I’m his entire world, his cock slick and hard, flushed with need.

“In me, Mika,” I whisper, my voice hoarse and raw. “Please.”

He doesn’t make me wait long, and I close my eyes as I feel him shift behind me. The anticipation coils tight and burning in my belly, every nerve tingling in readiness for what’s to come.

There’s a snap of the lube cap, and the wet sound of Mika squeezing the tube sends a shiver down my spine. My body reacts instantly, anticipation winding tightly in my gut. I hear the cap shut, followed by the soft thud of the lube being tossed aside, and then the slick, rhythm ic sound of Mika stroking himself. Goosebumps ripple across my skin.

Mika’s hands grip my ass, spreading me as far as he can. The cool air brushing against my exposed hole makes me shiver. Then I feel the blunt, slick head of his cock pressing against me, and my breath hitches.

When he thrusts hard and fast, burying himself all the way to the hilt, I can’t stop the shout that rips from my throat.

The fullness is overwhelming, almost too much, but fuck, it’s exactly what I need. Nothing else matters—just Mika inside me, filling me completely.

He pulls out slowly, dragging his cock out until only the head remains, and then slams back in with bruising force. The sharp collision of his hips against my ass sends shocks of pleasure and pain radiating through me. It’s so intense, I can barely think.

My hand moves on its own, sliding down between my legs.

“Yes! Right there!” Mika’s voice explodes in my mind, raw and demanding, and I swear it makes my cock spasm.

I cup his balls, tugging gently but firmly. His growl reverberates through the room, low and feral, and his nails dig into my hips as his grip becomes even firmer. The sharp sting of his claws breaking the skin sends a thrill straight to my dick.

The thought of those marks, of Mika leaving his claim on me in every way, nearly drives me over the edge again.

Mika’s thrusts grow wild, hard, and erratic. Sweat drips from his body onto my back, each droplet igniting my overheated skin. He leans down, his breath hot against my neck, his tongue trailing down my spine before stopping at the curve of my shoulder.

My body quakes, overwhelmed by the sensations, but when he grabs my cock in one strong hand and sinks his teeth into my neck, it all becomes too much.

The sharp bite sends a burst of pain straight through the core of me, but it’s drowned out almost instantly by the tidal wave of pleasure that crashes through my body.

“Mika! Fuck!” I shout, my voice hoarse and broken as my second orgasm slams into me.

My cock jerks in his hand, hot spurts of release coating my stomach and the sheets beneath me. My ass clenches, spasming around him, dragging a guttural roar from Mika as he thrusts as deep as his considerable length will reach one last time.

His cock pulses, filling me with heat as his body trembles against mine. The sounds he makes—a mix of growls and groans—are raw and primal, and they leave me breathless.

I collapse onto the mattress, my legs giving out beneath me, but Mika stays on top of me, his weight grounding me. His mouth moves over the bite mark on my neck, his tongue soothing the sting as he kisses and licks the spot.

“Fuck, Mika,” I murmur, the words slurred with exhaustion and satisfaction, my body aching.

He slowly pulls out, leaving me feeling empty and already missing the connection. Before I can dwell on it, he wraps his arms around me and rolls us onto our sides, pulling me close against his chest. He takes a deep breath as if to speak—

“So help me, Mika, if you fucking apologize, I will beat your ass,” I snarl, glaring at him. “You are getting into the bad habit of giving me what I want and then feeling guilty for it. I am not putting up with that shit, you understand?”

Mik a’s mouth snaps shut, and for one blissful moment, I think he’s going to listen. But of course, he doesn’t. Instead, he starts to speak anyway, which makes me want to strangle him and kiss him all at once. “Okay, babe, I’m sorry…uumph—”

He doesn’t see the elbow coming this time. Got him good. Mika stares at me, wide-eyed, his hand flying to his ribs. I know I can be touchy sometimes, but damn it, this seems to be the only way to get through to him when he gets like this. If he can bite me, I can throw an elbow. Fair’s fair.

“I was only going to say,” Mika starts again, slowly, like he’s talking to a rabid dog, “that I was sorry—” He catches my elbow before I can nail him again, his eyes narrowing in warning, “—for treating you like you don’t know what you want. I swear.”

I narrow my eyes back at him, slightly mollified. Slightly. I lower my arm, though, figuring I’ve made my point.

“Well,” I grumble, crossing my arms, “as long as you’ve finally figured out that whatever happens when we’re fucking, it’s because I want it, and I am smart enough to know the difference between what I want and what I don’t want.” I flash him my best beatific smile, watching as he rubs his ribs and nods like a chastened puppy.

“Good,” I say, feeling victorious. “Glad we’re clear on that. Now, can we take a nap before it gets dark and you go all wolfie on me?”

Mika laughs, low and warm, the sound sending a shiver through me despite myself. “Let me grab a cloth and clean us up first,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows in that ridiculous, charming way of his. “Then a nap. Maybe just long enough to recuperate for another round.”

“Sounds like an excellent plan,” I murmur, yawning, the adrenaline from earlier ebbing away as sleep creeps in to take its place.

I’m too drained to do anything but let him hold me, his breath warm against my hair as his hands rub soothing circle s on my back.

Mika starts to say something, his mouth opening against my ear, but I lift my head just enough to give him a look.

“Don’t,” I manage to say, my voice a mix of affection and warning.

His lips twitch with amusement, but he stays quiet, pressing a kiss to my temple instead. I relax into him, letting the steady beat of his heart lull me into peace.

Right now, in his arms, everything else fades away.