Page 57 of The Bull's Head

“We can do that every day if you want,” Teddy promised. “Nothing makes me happier than making you happy.”

It was weird. His whole life, no one cared enough about Byk to worry if he was hurting, unhappy, lonely. Nothing. Then Teddy swooped in and proceeded to make things better. Even now, looking around his room, Byk felt comforted and warm here. He turned to Teddy, who stood there, his eyes wide, as if he couldn’t believe they were together.

“How are you real?” he asked.

Teddy stroked his cheek. “If you love, you do not hurt if possible. I understand that sometimes pain is necessary, like when we tell someone a truth they do not want to hear and….” He cleared his throat. “Damn it. You make me slip into old speech habits. I haven’t done that in far too long. You truly mess with my brain and heart, Byk. You can have them both, if you want.”

He slid his fingers into Teddy’s short hair, unable to get hold of any of it. “They’re already mine. You gave them to me, and I’ll be damned if I’m giving them back.”

They were both quiet for a minute, and then Teddy, his cheeks scarlet, asked, “Would it be okay if I try something?”

“Of course. Anything you want.”

Teddy smirked. “Very well. Remember you said that.”

He slowly, gently stripped Byk’s clothes. Through it all, he never broke eye contact, as if he wanted to be sure it was okay to proceed. Once Byk stood there, naked and hard, Teddy pressed him down onto the bed. He placed a kiss on Byk’s chest, then let his tongue—oh, that glorious tongue—slide over his left nipple. Byk couldn’t stop the shudder that pulsed through him. More kisses to his sternum, his stomach, his belly button, and then breaths on his engorged cock.

“Teddy, what are you?—?”

His words ended in a high-pitched squeak as Teddy licked the shaft. Pleasure that Byk never knew was possible zapped him. Unsure what to do with his hands, he placed them on Teddy’s head and stroked it gently.

Teddy took great care in showering Byk’s cock with attention. He laved, he nibbled, he blew hot air across the moist skin. Then he opened his mouth wide and took Byk into it. Byk’s grip on Teddy’s head tightened, and he keened out his pleasure. Never had he thought he could experience such intense feelings.

“Oh, Maker! Teddy, Teddy, Teddy,” he chanted over and over at the sensations from his first-ever blow job. Every time Byk felt a tingle in his balls, Teddy moved to another area, and the need to orgasm waned. It was both delightful and frustrating.

Okay, mostly frustrating.

When Teddy lifted Byk’s legs, he honestly had no idea what was going on. Was Teddy going to have sex with him like this? He was a bit apprehensive, but he trusted Teddy. That didn’t mean worms weren’t squirming in his stomach.

“I have never done this,” Teddy said. “I have heard Ivan speak of it to others, and I want to try it now. Please, if I do anything that frightens you, tell me, da?”

That his accent was so thick now told Byk that Teddy was as nervous as he was, and somehow that helped to quell his own.

“Da.” When Teddy looked up, Byk winked at him, which made Teddy smile. He scooted down in the bed, then pulled Byk to him.

“I want you to sit with your butt on my face.”

That sounded so awkward. “Why?”

“You’ll see.”

Byk raised up and put one leg on the side of Teddy’s head. When Teddy put his hands on Byk’s cheeks and spread them apart, he was still clueless as to what he was about to do. The first touch of his tongue had Byk crying out.

“Geez! That’s… that…”

Teddy continued to lick, to spear Byk’s pucker with his tongue, then flattening it and sliding it over the crease.

“Ooh, that’s amazing,” Byk murmured, his hips canting. He wished he had a free hand, so he could touch himself. That was taken care of when Teddy slipped his fingers around the shaft and stroked it in time with the licks.

He’d never experienced anything like this. Never even knew it was a thing. He was sure as heck hooked on it, though. Teddy could do this whenever he wanted, and Byk hoped it would be often.

When Teddy slid the first fingertip in, Byk gasped. Even with just that single thick digit, Byk felt as though he was full. Between that, the hand on his cock, and Teddy’s probing tongue, Byk was trying to decide between screaming and pleading. It didn’t matter. Nothing did, at least as long as Teddy continued to touch him. Growing up, especially with Cooper continually calling him a fag, Byk had done his best to hide who he was.

You were always a fag.

Cooper’s voice again, but Byk wasn’t about to let him intrude on this moment, especially when he was so damned close to getting what he’d always dreamed of. Being someone’s mate, being loved without reservation, being told he was important. That was the true dream. Sure, he wanted to bake, but that was for others. Teddy? That was for Byk alone.

Teddy got more aggressive, plunging his tongue in and out, opening the hole more with each push. Byk moaned, the sound loud in the otherwise-quiet room. There was a tingling in his balls, and he knew if he didn’t stop, the orgasm was imminent. Regretfully he lifted off Teddy, his lungs sucking in much needed air, and turned to find Teddy with a huge grin on his face.

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