Page 127 of Beau and the Beast

How did he do that, Wolfram wondered? How did he always know the exact right thing to assuage his fears?

Beau leaned and kissed him again, but it was only for a moment. He rocked his hips, grinding against Wolfram's cock that was caught between their bodies.

And then he was moving lower, sliding down the length of Wolfram's body. He kissed down the center of his chest, pressing dry kisses into the short fur there—and Wolfram had never thought about how much he might like that.

He reached one of Wolfram's nipples, bare and sensitive, and ran his tongue over it in a slow motion. Wolfram groaned at the stimulation, running his fingers through Beau's hair. He lavished attention on the naked nipple, sucking and playing with it between his lips before finally worrying it gently with his teeth. It was all Wolfram could do not to arch off the bed.

Beau made him feel present in himself, unashamed. Wolfram had never felt safer than he did in that moment, under Beau.

Beau moved to give the same slow care to his other nipple before going lower, stroking his fingers through the fur that grew thicker toward his groin. Beau pressed his fingertips into every furrow and muscle until he was at Wolfram's hips, gripping them hard and giving him an appreciative look.

"You're perfect in every way," Beau said softly. "Did you know that? I can't believe you're a secret that I get to have all to myself."

He pressed more kisses into Wolfram's belly, his hands constantly moving to stroke every plane, every muscle, until they finally reached the waistband of his breeches and stilled.

"Still okay?" Beau asked, looking up at him with innocent blue eyes.

Wolfram nodded, unable to find words in the moment. The animal part of him hadn't kicked in yet—or at least not in a way that he'd noticed. Wolfram had just been himself, situated inside of his body and enjoying the attention.

Beau undid the big hook at the front of the breeches—the simple closure that Wolfram was able to navigate with his own clumsy fingers—and then pulled the garment open, revealing the rest of Wolfram's belly and a few inches of his shaft. He felt remarkably exposed considering the fact that he'd been naked for most of the first night they spent together. There was something, though, about starting off clothed that made his nudity even more erotic. When he'd encountered Beau that first night, he'd been pure animal. And now he was himself.

Beau gave attention to the newly exposed skin, placing kisses on every inch. It was a strange sensation to feel Beau's lips on the gentle gradient where thick fur gave away to naked, dusky skin.

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Beau had always beenenthusiastic about pleasing his partners, but his time with Wolfram brought a whole new meaning to the practice.

Hearing the pitch of his moans change, listening to his breath hitch, was like the sweetest music, like hearing his favorite artist play for the first time and knowing instantly that no other song could ever match up to the perfection of what he was listening to in that sublime moment.

His whole world was Wolfram and he had no fear.

It was fascinating to see Wolfram's body up close, to take note of the way that fur gave way to skin and vice versa. There were so many ways that he was different from Beau, but below the waist they had plenty in common.

Beau nuzzled in against the dark fur of Wolfram's groin before trailing lower. Finally, when he reached naked skin, he was relieved that his tongue could enter the fray with his hands and lips. He dragged a wet horizontal stripe over the top of Wolfram's shaft, the rest of his length still pinned down his thigh, inside of his breeches.

He was impressive—huger than huge—and Beau had to pause for a moment to admire the sheer beauty of Wolfram's cock.

Wolfram was moaning helplessly into the air above him and Beau throbbed at the realization that he'd only barely begun to touch Wolfram and he was already falling apart. He was pulsing precum at a rate that would've been alarming if it wasn't so hot. Beau had managed to put the puzzle pieces of what Wolfram was saying together with his experience.

He was going to come a lot. So be it.

The evidence was certainly there in terms of how much he was leaking. Big beads rolled down the length of him and Beau felt suddenly greedy at the sight of it. A thread of liquid rolled over his thumb where he held Wolfram and Beau dipped to dab his tongue at it, starting at the base and collecting every bit of precum, lapping it and swallowing as he went.

When Wolfram realized what he was doing, his moans became even more helpless, bordering on whimpers.

Beau had never gotten off on dominating people, but in that moment, he understood the appeal. The fact that he had Wolfram practically begging for him, helpless and totally at his service in that moment, was beyond erotic.

Beau dropped Wolfram's cock and moved to kiss him deeply. The kiss was returned with an urgent hunger, Wolfram threading his fingers through Beau's hair and pulling him closer.

Was that the animal part of him, Beau wondered, or was it just Wolfram who wanted him, who was so turned on by the taste of himself on Beau's tongue?

He realized he didn't care. Though his movements were frenzied, Wolfram wasn't hurting him, wasn't being rough, and when they broke, he was moaning.

"Do you like that? Tasting yourself on me?"

"Immensely," Wolfram said without hesitation. Beau could only chuckle at the fact that the man was still vaguely eloquent even though he was as hard as a diamond and straining up into thin air.

Beau returned to what he’d been doing, not forcing him to wait any longer as he returned to give attention to Wolfram's cock.

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