Page 8 of Hold my Reins

Rox lifted his hand but stopped just before touching Lynck’s face. “Can I?”

Lynck gave a small nod, and Rox feathered his fingers over Lynck’s cheek. The white hair was soft to touch, and his skin was warm. Since they were doing this, he needed to make a play. Rox rolled onto the balls of his feet and kissed him. Lynck’s other hand closed around Rox’s hip and pulled him close, leaving no doubts about what Lynck wanted. The hard length of his cock pressed against Rox’s stomach, not quite lining up with his.

He opened his mouth, wanting more. And Lynck seized the invitation without hesitation, backing him up against the door. His back hit with a solid thud, and he pushed up so he could grind against Lynck in a much more satisfying matter. His hand slid under Lynck’s brown work shirt with the Beastly Brewhouse logo on the breast pocket.

Lust and anticipation raced through his blood—this time, spiked with the unknown. This wasn’t a human man. And every touch reminded him of that fact. It wasn’t only the hair on his skin; his body was also warmer, his touch firmer.

They broke apart to breathe.

Rox wanted his clothes off. Perhaps he should’ve waited naked on the bed, but that seemed so impersonal. This had already crossed that line as they’d exchanged names and talked about things other than sex.

Rox flicked open the bottom button on Lynck’s shirt. He wanted to undo his pants and wrap his hands around his cock. He needed to know what it looked like. “You never told me what you like?”

Another button popped open.

“I like this.” He touched the mesh shirt. He caught Rox’s hand and kissed his fingertips. “And this.”

He was all charm, and Rox couldn’t help but fall under his spell. “I like your hair. Is the green natural?”

“Yes.” Lynck studied him. “Is that what you really want to know?”

“I already asked…” Maybe he needed to be more direct. “Top, bottom, side, oral?”

“What are you expecting?”

“To come. If I was fussy about how, I’d have told you already.” He flicked open the last button and smoothed his hands over Lynck’s chest. No nipples, only more white hair. He’d been with hairy guys, and it wasn’t something he really liked. But this was different. It was a uniform, silky covering. Around his neck hung a silver necklace with a small disk dangling in the center.

“Get your jeans off and get on the bed.” Lynck plucked at the mesh shirt. “Leave it on.”

His heart kicked over. “Yeah? How do you want me?”

“On your knees, so I can mount you.” Lynck stepped back.

The image that was created in Rox’s mind was almost too much, yet at the same time, disappointing. He undid the button on his jeans and dragged open the zipper. “I’d rather be on my back so I can kiss you.”

Lynck’s gaze tracked the motion. He shrugged out of the shirt and tossed it on the bedside table. “Okay.”

His back was broad and dappled with gray, and his braided tail hung out of the back of his jeans. Rox bit the inside of his lower lip as his gaze skimmed lower, over his thighs, his calves, and then his hooves.

Getting railed had not been on his move to town to-do list…or at least not so close to the top. But he wasn’t going to pretend that the idea of hooking up with a monster while there had never crossed his mind. Why else had he gone for the job in a monster town?

He shucked his jeans and tossed them on the chair and did the same with his briefs, giving his dick a stroke as he walked toward the bed, feeling both overdressed and underdressed.

Then he noticed the way Lynck watched him. The hunger in his dark eyes, as if Rox was everything he wanted in that moment.

He sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that if Lynck changed his mind, Rox would be able to lick his cock. “Need some help getting your pants off?”

Lynck stood right in front of him and undid the fly of his jeans. Jeans that had been adjusted for his tail. He pushed them over his hips, and Rox held his breath, waiting to see his dick, but it was swathed in a pair of dark, fitted boxers.

Rox smothered a frustrated groan. He reached out and cupped Lynck’s balls through the fabric…and his breath caught. They were larger than expected. He glanced up, aware of theattention as he ran his hand up the hard length and then peeled down the waistband.

Whatever is in there, don’t freak out.

The white hair disappeared, leaving his lower belly smooth. His dick caught on the boxers until Rox gave them a tug. Lynck’s cock sprang free, thick and gray with a small pale patch on one side. There was no round head or crown but a blunt flare and a small taper before it thickened at the base. Different, not terrifying. He wrapped his fingers around the hot shaft and stroked, needing to get a better feel for the size. It wasn’t going to impale him and rearrange his insides in a manner that would be felt for several days, nor was it thick enough to give him serious pause—though he wasn’t going to rush into it either—assuming it even went in. That head did not allow for an easy entrance.

But it could be interesting…and it wasn’t going to stop him from trying. He leaned forward and licked from balls to tip without breaking eye contact.

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