Page 128 of Beau and the Beast

He began to caress every inch of Wolfram with his tongue, starting at the base and moving upward. It took time to make sure that he'd licked every plane, but he worked his way up methodically until he'd tasted every part of Wolfram and could concentrate on his tip.

He needed to make sure Wolfram's cock was sufficiently slicked before he did anything else. He spat neatly into the palm of one hand and then the other before using both hands to stroke him from base to tip.

"Oh myGod, Beau."

He'd gotten Wolfram's attention. The man arched up off the bed and into his touch, muscles straining for more.

He twisted both hands around Wolfram's length a second time, enjoying the way that he shuddered and thrusted to meet the stimulation.

After a moment, Beau built a rhythm, and he leaned down to lick patterns against Wolfram's skin even as he worked his hands.

* * *

Beingwith Beau in that moment was erotic beyond Wolfram's wildest dreams. He hadn't dared look down yet, knowing that he faced an abrupt spike in his arousal if he did. Instead, Wolfram allowed himself to be immersed in the sensations of the moment, in the feeling of Beau's slicked hands on him and his hot tongue.

Even as he lay back and allowed himself to enjoy what was happening, that animal part in him was awake again. Getting off with hands and mouth were good, but that awful part of him wanted more. He could sense the way that Beau's breathing and heart rate had changed and he knew for a fact that Beau was hard for him. Beau was doing all of those things that drove him wild, rocking his hips like he was aching for Wolfram.

That animal part of him wanted to give Beau whatever he wanted and more. It tired of Wolfram being submissive like this—wanted to throw Beau to the bed, to climb on top of him and mark him up before doing exactly what he wanted: claiming him, fucking him, coming inside of him so that anyone who came after Wolfram would be able to smell him on Beau. He wanted to give every possible competitor the clear message that Beau belonged to him.

But there is no one else, Wolfram reminded himself, practically begging that primal piece of him to understand that it wasn't needed in that moment, that he could simply lie there and enjoy the gift that was being given to him without having to constantly think about a competitor that didn't exist.

Beau twisted around him, one of his hands dropping to fondle his balls, and Wolfram felt an abrupt jolt of pleasure, his body already threatening to succumb to orgasm then and there. He shot a hand down quickly to steady Beau, to slow him down, not ready for the pleasure to peak and end.

Beau hummed and slowed and Wolfram finally looked down to him.

The sight was just as arousing as he’d expected it to be.

Beau was pale and perfect in the dim light of Wolfram’s bedroom, his lips ruddy and cheeks flushed as he licked around Wolfram’s shaft. He realized quickly that he had an audience, looking up to meet Wolfram’s eyes.

It had to be some sort of supernatural talent, Wolfram thought, that allowed Beau to still look so innocent and charming, even when he had both hands around Wolfram’s cock. Beau dragged his tongue up to the flushed head, dropping his eyes as he flattened his tongue and played it gently across his slit. The sensation—and the sight of it—sent shivers down Wolfram’s spine even as his muscles coiled in pleasure.

If he kept watching, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long. But it was too good a sight for him to take his eyes away—better even than in Wolfram's dream.

* * *

As Beau teased Wolfram, he tried to work out the logistics of what would happen next. Beau could get his mouth over the tip of Wolfram’s cock, but thanks to the combination of Wolfram’s size and Beau’s teeth, he couldn’t do much more than that.

He could feel Wolfram getting closer as he fell into a rhythm, stroking him with both hands, and so he pulled back, kissing down to the creases of his skin between groin and thigh. He licked the sensitive skin of his balls and then moved back, wanting to lick and kiss every part of Wolfram that had been neglected for so many years.

He wanted Wolfram to come—but he wanted it to be satisfying, too, not just a race to get him there. And Beau was certainly enjoying himself, stopping every few minutes to return to the head of Wolfram’s cock, swallowing the big beads of precum that collected there.

He returned, then, to the rhythm that he’d built before, pumping Wolfram’s shaft with both hands while he gave attention to the head with his lips and tongue. Wolfram’s noises spanned a wide range, from growls to whimpers, but Beau realized that his muscles were still. He drew a stripe over the head of Wolfram’s cock and then pulled off to look at him.

“Youcanmove, you know,” Beau said. “You’re not going to hurt me.”

* * *

As his orgasm approached, Wolfram grew more and more anxious, waiting for the thing inside of him he couldn’t control to take over, to force Beau in some way or to do something reprehensible.

At Beau’s bidding, he allowed himself to move. It wasn’t much at first, just a slight lift of his hips off of the bed—but as he was rewarded with more friction, there the thing was, and his logical mind couldn’t counteract the animal part of him that wanted even more. Soon, he was thrusting into Beau’s grip.

To his credit, Beau didn’t seem to mind. He reached up, working a hand between Wolfram and the bed and then squeezing his ass hard, as if he was enjoying Wolfram’s movements, encouraging him to move more.

As the primal piece of Wolfram took over, he felt helpless against it. He groaned and hipped off the bed, moving so that he could watch Beau straining to take him into his mouth. Wolfram was just a little too large and Beau’s mouth a little too small, but the sight of him pressing down, doing what he could to fit the head of Wolfram’s cock between his lips, was enough to push Wolfram over the edge.

“I’m going to—Beau, God, it’s so good, I’m going to—“

Beau just hummed, acknowledging him but uncaring. He kept his head where it was, pressing down on the tip of Wolfram’s dick even as he twisted his hands around his shaft.

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