Page 36 of Warwick

I set Cecil on his feet in what was going to be our bedroom from here on out. I’d never shared a bedroom with anyone long-term. This was going to be an adjustment for both of us. Especially once Cecil realized what was happening to him.

“I want you to claim me. But kissing. We need kissing.”

I smiled again. I can certainly give that a try. I was probably close to a foot taller than Cecil was though, and kissing him with any type of passion wasn’t going to work all that well with me stooped over. To improvise, I took Cecil’s hands and led him over to the bed. I sat and pulled him between my legs, which I’d spread open. Cecil quickly understood. He moved closer, but I held him just far enough away with a firm grip on his hips.

“Cecil. We need to talk about something before we start.”

His cheeks were rosy at this point, and his eyes had started to look glassy. I didn’t know what had brought this on after all this time, or why, but my mate needed to understand, and it was obvious that he wasn’t thinking completely clearly any longer.

“I don’t wanna talk. I wanna fuck.” Cecil tried to move, but my grip kept him in place at the end of my legs. He growled, and it was absolutely adorable. I chuckled, which probably wasn’t the correct thing to do in the situation we were in, but it truly was cute.

“Cecil, we’ll do that. Give me two minutes.”

Cecil started squirming again. I knew that I didn’t have too much longer, but only from past experience.

“I’m horny, Warwick. I need you to knot me.” When Cecil couldn’t rub his body against mine, he took matters into his own hands, literally. He shoved his hand down the front of his pants and moaned. It was incredibly hot, and my body responded. My own dick twitched in my pants, and in another minute, I was going to be completely hard.

“Cecil,” I said. I placed my hand on top of his, adding pressure, but it didn’t work. “Cecil, you’re in heat. Do you understand that?”

Cecil looked at me and shook his head. “No. I don’t have heats. I’ve never had one. I’m broken.” Cecil squirmed more and then started to whine.

“You’re not broken,” I told him. “You could never be broken.” I gave in. My beast was pushing too hard, and Cecil was my mate. He was here with me, and he’d agreed earlier to move in together. We both knew what that meant, what it would lead to.

I used magic and had us both naked with a thought, and when I got a very good look at Cecil, I took a moment to stop and appreciate the beauty that was him. He was a bit on the slender side, and I wondered if that was just how he naturally was or if he needed to eat more. No matter, it didn’t detract from his beauty.

I let go of his hip and slid my hand around to his ass. It was a good handful, and I couldn’t help but give it a good squeeze. I had always been an ass man, and Cecil would either love that or hate that about me. For now, I used my grip to pull him close enough to touch completely.

With one hand on his ass, I slid the other up his body and wrapped it around his neck. I pulled him down the few inches that separated us, and my mouth covered his for the first time. We moaned together seconds after I thrust my tongue into his mouth, and we got our first good taste of each other.

I moved my hand to the back of his head and held him in place while Cecil took the opportunity to climb onto my lap. When I felt his hand moving up and down his cock, I pulled him closer. Cecil wrapped his hands around us together, and that was all it took for my cock to go from mostly hard to completely ready.

Cecil pulled his mouth away and groaned. I had to agree, it felt amazing. I moved my lips to his neck and gently bit just under his chin, getting another moan from him.

He had started rocking his hips into me, and I slid my hand from his cheek to the crack that I desperately wanted to explore. He was already soaked with slick, and I easily slid my fingers up and down the crevice. When I pushed two into him, I was surprised at the ease with which they slid in. Cecil moaned, then whimpered.

“More. I need more.”

“You’ll get more,” I said against his neck. I moved to the side, dragging my teeth along the column and over to the spot that I would soon bite, claiming him as a mate to a hellhound. “Climb onto me,” I told him. I lay back, my fingers slipping from his hot and soaked hole. But it gave him enough room to move farther up my body. He continued to stroke our cocks a few more times before he let go and moved up onto my stomach. Cecil reached behind himself, and seconds after I felt his hand just below the head of my cock, there was heat. He wiggled side to side, and then he sighed as there was pressure against my head.

Cecil whimpered and then sighed again when I used my leverage against the floor and pushed my hips upward just a bit. The pressure, combined with his ability to move his hand off my cock and to where he could spread himself just enough, was all that was needed. Cecil groaned as heat that I’d not felt in a very long time suddenly enclosed my cockhead. He rocked his hips, rolling them on top of me, and with every move, he sunk down farther.

I grabbed his hips, holding him just above me to where I was able to push myself up again, this time seating him completely on me.

“Yes, yes, yes. I need to move though. Or you need to do it. Fast and hard. I want it really hard, Warwick.”

I didn’t want that for our first time, let alone when I claimed him. Cecil whined when I didn’t immediately start thrusting. He took matters into his own hands, and after placing both hands on my stomach, he started riding me. Slow at first, every forward thrust above me dragged his balls across my lower abs. His cock was hard and slick on my stomach, and when I realized Cecil was holding it down against me to give it the friction he needed, I wrapped one hand around it.

Cecil moaned loudly, and when he increased his tempo, I reached up and pinched his nipple. He shouted at the same time his cock swelled and his hole clamped down on me. I felt a burst of come against my upper chest and then another that hit me in the beard. The third one went onto my shoulder. Through it all, Cecil didn’t stop moving. He simply rode through the first of what I was sure would be many orgasms tonight.

“Keep going,” I told him. I let go of his cock, my hand going back to his hip. I pulled him to me tighter and then away. I repeated the move over and over until Cecil took over again. This time, he looked down at me and grinned. “So good. I need more though.” Cecil turned around a little, and I wondered what it was he was looking for. When fingers touched the base of my cock, and then slid down to my aching balls, I realized what he was doing.

I let go of his nipple, grabbed his hips with both hands, and held him just above me. Once his hands were on my legs, I started thrusting up into him. Cecil called out, but I didn’t relent. He was absolutely beautiful above me, and I was trying to give him exactly what he’d asked for: hard and fast.

I made a promise to both of us that I would go slow and make love to him at a later date. But now, Cecil needed something else from me. My beast was running full out, and I wondered about it because he’d never really been present before when I’d been with someone sexually. But this was Cecil, and he was my mate.

Cecil shouted, his body overloading again, and when he sprayed me again with his second release, my own body reacted this time. The base of my cock started to tingle, and thrusting in and out of him became more difficult.

It took too long for me to realize what was happening. I should have realized. Cecil was my mate. We were claiming each other. He was an omega in heat, and I was his alpha. That tingling sensation was my knot.

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