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Soren expected Gabe to remove the coat, but Gabe only pushed it open further, exposing more of Soren’s body to his heated gaze.

He then proceeded to kiss and lick every inch of skin he could find, sucking gently on Soren’s nipples, tracing his ribs with his tongue.

Every touch sent licks of pleasure dancing up Soren’s spine.

He was embarrassed to be panting and trembling in less than a minute, his hard cock aching, flushed and leaking over his stomach.

It didn’t help that Gabe kept calling him beautiful. Gorgeous. Perfect. Over and over again, murmuring his sweet nonsense words. He lingered over the insides of Soren’s thighs, licking and sucking marks that faded in an instant.

“I fucking love your skin here,” Gabe murmured. “Like the finest silk.”

Soren’s only answer was a stuttered moan. This was becoming torture, this slow seduction. He wanted Gabe’s mouth on his cock. Or his mouth on Gabe’s cock. Or Gabe’s cock inside him.

Any or all of the above would do.

Instead, Gabe used both hands to push Soren’s thighs back, pressing them against his chest. “Hold these for me, brat.”

Soren gripped his own thighs and gasped, pleasure swirling in his stomach, as Gabe’s warm tongue probed at his hole. His toes curled as Gabe licked a circle around his entrance, bringing a whine out of Soren he couldn’t even begin to hold back. “Like that, baby?”

Soren lifted his head to scowl down at him. What a silly question. Gabe already knew he did.

Gabe only smirked at him, leaning back down to lick and suck mercilessly at Soren’s entrance, eating him out with ferocious enthusiasm.

Soren gave up any pretense of holding his own against his mate’s seduction.

He threw his head back onto the pillows, panting and whining and writhing like a little hussy.

He was barely aware of Gabe grabbing the lube, but soon enough he could feel the blunt head of his mate’s cock pushing against his hole.

Perfect.

Soren whimpered as Gabe slid into him in one steady thrust. So fucking full. Gabe smiled down at him tenderly—flushed and trembling and no more immune to his own seduction than Soren was—leaning in to press his lips against Soren’s.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned against Soren’s mouth. “So fucking perfect.”

Soren could feel that it was. Gabe’s pleasure was dancing against Soren’s through the bond, raising Soren’s desire to an almost unbearable pitch.

Gabe slid out slowly, pressing back in at a smooth, steady angle that hit Soren’s little bundle of nerves perfectly. Soren keened, desperate. He could have come just like this, with Gabe giving him kiss after sweet, lazy kiss, his powerful hips making Soren see stars.

But Gabe clearly had other ideas. He rolled them over in one smooth motion, his cock never leaving Soren’s body. He grinned up at Soren from this new position. “Ride me, brat.”

Soren was struck still for a moment by the sight of him, golden and glowing with pleasure. So fucking handsome .

He placed his hands on Gabe’s chest, rolling his hips in the way he knew drove him crazy. Gabe groaned in response, his fingers tightening on Soren’s hips, desire flowing through the bond. Soren smirked down at him. He knew how to drive his mate wild.

The fur coat slipped down his shoulders as he bounced on Gabe’s cock. Soren let it drop.

Gabe was looking up at him in awe, mouth slack, eyes glazed, low groans leaving his lips with every swirl of Soren’s hips.

He looked at Soren like he was royalty. A deity.

It was that look as much as anything that had Soren spiraling over that edge, his release spurting over Gabe’s chest. Gabe followed not long after, his hips stuttering up into Soren, his face tight with ecstasy.

He pulled Soren down onto his chest afterward. “Thank you, baby. A perfect present.”

Soren hummed his agreement.

They cuddled afterward, Soren sprawled over Gabe’s chest, talking about everything and nothing. Soren’s crochet projects. Jay’s continued atrocious attempts at cooking. Gabe’s work.

He was still at the hospital, where he was determined to stay until their merry band’s lack of aging became too apparent.

Then they would relocate. Perhaps all together.

Or perhaps the couples would separate for a while.

But Soren had no doubt even if they did, they’d find their way back together again.

Gabe had been right, before. They’d made their own den. And it was one full of love. Loyalty. Friendship. The kind of community Soren had never thought he’d get to have.

Soren looked forward to the day he could travel again. When he could finally show Gabe all the world had to offer. But for now, he was happy where he was, in a way he never thought he would be.

Gabe brushed a hand down Soren’s spine. “Penny for your thoughts, brat?”

“I love you.” Soren spoke the words into Gabe’s chest.

Gabe smiled softly down at him, golden eyes shining. “I love it when you tell me that.”

Soren poked his ribs. “Say it back.”

“I love you, brat. I’m so happy you came to Hyde Park. So happy you stayed.”

So was Soren.

Staying was the best decision he’d ever made.

The End