Page 140 of Beau and the Beast

He reached behind himself to hold Wolfram by the base and was both thrilled and dismayed to discover how much was left of him to take.

Experimentally, he moved, rolling his hips to slide back up to the head before pressing down a little further. He felt intense relief at the movement, at the fact that the pain was backing off to be replaced by pleasure. At the same time, Wolfram made a half-ruined moan, holding Beau tight by the waist.

“Still ok?”

Beau nodded and moved again, sliding up to the tip and then back again, deeper still.

“You don’t have to—not the whole—“

But Beau had gained momentum now and rocked his hips again, up to the tip and this time sitting all the way back until his ass was fitted against Wolfram’s hips.

Wolfram let out a broken moan at being sheathed for the first time inside of Beau. Satisfaction and desire blossomed in Beau’s chest.

He shuddered, balancing his weight through his palms on Wolfram’s body. Wolfram was so deep, so big that Beau found himself pressing a palm to his own belly, half expecting to feel a bulge there through his taut skin.

Finally, they were doing this. Theycouldhave this. Beau had been right. And this wouldn’t be the last time, he promised himself with a flush of happiness.

The feeling of having Wolfram inside of him was beyond anything he’d imagined or hoped for. He worked his hips slowly, just grinding a little, experimenting to understand the feeling of taking a cock so big. Wolfram looked up at him like he was performing a magic trick, miraculous and unexplainable.

And then Wolfram was sitting up, moving and pulling them so that they were both seated.

Beau couldn't balance on his knees anymore and Wolfram lifted him gently so that his feet were flat on the mattress. It should've felt awkward—not a position Beau normally felt comfortable with—but with the bulk of Wolfram pressed against his chest, it still felt just as intimate as a moment ago when their chests had been pressed together.

* * *

"Jesus, it's..."

"Big?" Wolfram teased as they sat there a moment, Wolfram buried to the hilt.

Beau puffed a laugh that turned into a moan halfway through, nodding quickly.

"You knew it would be," Wolfram scolded affectionately.

Wolfram helped support his weight, holding him by the thighs. Beau began to move again, just rocking his hips to take Wolfram shallower and then deeper.

Wolfram groaned and caught him in a kiss before moving lower, lapping against the thin skin of Beau's throat, the sensitive spots just below his jaw. Beau groaned and leaned into him, growing impatient to move again.

Finally he'd had too much teasing and he pushed Wolfram back firmly so that Beau could move freely.

Beau was hot and slick and impossibly tight and somehow—against all odds—it didn't seem like Wolfram was hurting him. From the first easy stroke in the new position, Wolfram felt like his life was coming apart at the seams.

Every step on the way to getting here—to being closer to Beau than ever before, as close as two people could get—had been pleasurable. Sharing secrets had turned into casual intimacy and care. Mutual comfort and consideration had escalated. There was something immeasurable between them, Wolfram realized, and it went far beyond the physical connection they were sharing in that moment.

But still, he'd never known a pleasure quite as sweet as he did then, Beau looking down at him as he rocked his hips, all fierce blue eyes and soft skin and familiar smile—the smile he couldn't see without a rush of affection flooding his chest like chilled water. Beau was here with him, giving himself to Wolfram, unbridled and unfiltered, and Wolfram had never been so close to someone in so many ways before.

Beau worked himself with more vigor and Wolfram admired the way his muscles looked moving under pale skin, couldn't help but to reach up and cup his cheek as he moved, as he stroked down onto Wolfram.

And then even that wasn't enough. The animal part of him was back, wanted to claim Beau, to have him differently.

He held a firm grip on Beau's slight waist to still him and then rolled them, catching his own weight on his arms as Beau's back met the soft blanket. The animal part of him wanted to be on top, and Wolfram was happy to give in to the impulse.

* * *

Beau felt absurdlysafe there under Wolfram, his friend, the man he wanted more than anyone else. Nothing and no one could reach them in that moment of perfect union, where no one needed anything from Beau and no one could take what he had.

The new position was putting pressure on him differently, though, Wolfram pushing in at a new angle, and all at once the pleasure was heightened. The build of it was abrupt and tremendous.

"Wolf—oh my God—"

---