Page 106 of Beau and the Beast

"Ticklish," Beau said bashfully.

Wolfram groaned like the thought had caught him off guard. "Perfect."

He moved back to mouth over the shape of Beau's cock, breathing warm through the fabric. There was something undeniably hot about the gentle movement juxtaposed with the reality of Wolfram's dagger-like incisors.

And then, Wolfram was hooking his hands into the waistband, dragging the last garment off of him. Beau's breath hitched as he breathed hot over the freshly-exposed skin.

With one movement, Wolfram took him to the base and Beau let out a shocked groan at the sensation of being enveloped in a slick, soft mouth. Being teased had been wonderful but this—thiswas...

"That's amazing," Beau moaned, trying not to hip up into his mouth. "God, Wolf,yes."

Wolfram took full advantage of his tongue, swirling it around Beau’s hardness. It was maddeningly good, made Beau tangle his fingers in Wolfram’s hair, and then—

Christ. His horns.

He’d almost forgotten about the reality of Wolfram’s horns. Beau followed the shape of them to their fat bases where they connected with the rest of his head. There was a ridge of bone and fine hair there under his mane and when Beau played his fingertips around them, Wolfram stopped what he was doing to gasp in pleasure.

“Is this ok?” Beau asked. Wolf hummed his ascent, the noise so deep that it vibrated into Beau’s hard-on.

Wolfram stilled as Beau wrapped his hands around the horns, steadying him and then hipping up into his hot mouth. Wolfram didn’t protest at all, instead humming again and sinking to the hilt.

Beau’s breath hitched. OfcourseWolfram would be able to take his whole length without any problem. The erotic reality of the thought nearly knocked the breath out of Beau’s lungs. Wolfram’s tongue swirled around him and Beau grabbed higher on his horns, applying a little pressure.

“Still ok?”

Wolfram pulled off, smiling.

“You’re not going to hurt me,” he said. “You can pull on them as hard as you want—and go as deep as you can.”

Beau let out a sigh of pleasure, the words thrilling him. In a moment, Wolfram was sinking his mouth down around him once again.

It was hard to trust himself not to hurt Wolfram, but Beau pulled on his horns while hipping up off the bed. Wolfram stayed still, his heavy weight anchoring Beau as he thrust as deep as he could. Wolfram sucked greedily around him as Beau fucked forward. Beau had never had anything like it—the ability to go as hard as he wanted with abandon, unconcerned about hurting his partner.

Even as his movements became more erratic, more desperate, Wolfram reached around, squeezing his hip, urging him to go deeper and offering up his throat at a different angle.

His mouth was slick and impossible, felt so different than anyone Beau had ever been with. There was something undeniably sexy about being given free reign over someone who was so powerful, so immense, and Beau gave himself up to the pull of it, thrusting as deep as he could into Wolfram’s throat.

Beau was shocked, then, when a spasm throbbed through Wolfram's body, his tongue suddenly moving in an odd way. He made a hiccuping sound and Beau realized that he'd made Wolfram gag.

He pulled out and dropped Wolfram's horns, stooping to look him in the face.

"Shit—I'm sorry—"

Wolfram's stare was half-animal when he met Beau's eyes, pupils wide.

"Don't stop," he muttered, moving forward like he was hungry for it.

Beau groaned out a string of swearing as Wolfram sucked around him, pulling him with his hands, encouraging him to move again, to take whatever he wanted from Wolfram's soft mouth, his throat. He could've held back—could've slowed down—but he trusted Wolfram in that moment.

Beau let his body take over, breathing hard from exertion as he clutched Wolfram's horns, anchoring himself to keep fucking Wolfram's throat. The friction and all of the sensations added up absurdly in his body, the feeling of Wolfram's swirling tongue and the half-whimpered sounds he made when he gagged—and suddenly Beau was coming hard, burying himself as pleasure swelled, pulling Wolfram forward as deep as he could go. Without missing a beat, Wolfram swallowed around him, all of the slicked planes of his mouth stroking Beau at once.

Beau's legs went weak as he peaked, hanging onto the horns in front of him like they were the only points anchoring him to the earth. His nerve endings buzzed as Wolfram swallowed around him again, all of Beau’s muscles squeezing through his release.

He was left feeling boneless and intensely satisfied, his fingertips playing over the smooth ridges of Wolfram’s twisting horns.

Wolfram finally pulled off and moved to drag him to lie more comfortably on the bed. Something occurred to Beau and he began to laugh.

“What?”

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