Page 33 of Wolf Found

Ash blinked at the use of the title; it was something Graham had never called him, not even when they were kids. That, and the tone he said it in, low and throaty, made Ash’s breath quicken.

Maybe he was reading everything wrong, but was Graham trying to tell him... something?

Graham leaned in and whispered, “If you’ll take me home now, I’ll show you exactly what it is you can do for me.”

Ash threw his hand in the air to flag down the waitperson. “Can we get the check, please?”

She seemed amused but got the check to them immediately. Ash barely even counted the cash he used to pay, just made sure it was more than the bill, took Graham by the hand, and practically dragged him back to the car.

Graham was always affectionate. He leaned on Ash, put his head on his shoulder, and when they were driving together, he’d started reaching over to put his left hand on Ash’s thigh. He did the same this night, and even being the same exact actions, it felt a thousand times more suggestive than the usual innocent touches.

Ash tried to pretend he wasn’t rushing Graham into the house and down the stairs, but he barely took the time to wave at Gavin, who was standing in the kitchen making a sandwich. Gavin would understand. Or not care. Whatever.

By the time they got into the bedroom, Graham was giggling uncontrollably. He sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning over and wheezing, he was laughing so hard. “Did you see the look on Gavin’s face?”

“Nope,” Ash said, shaking his head as he walked over to where Graham sat, tipping his chin up and leaning down to plant a kiss on his lips. “Couldn’t think about Gavin. Just you.”

It seemed Graham found that vastly less amusing. He pushed up into the kiss, demanding entry into Ash’s mouth, and Ash was happy to oblige.

As Graham plundered his mouth, Ash straddled him and pushed him down on the bed, going to work on his fly. Once he had them unbuttoned, he broke the kiss long enough to pull both their shirts off, then went back to kissing as he shimmied out of his jeans.

Still kissing Graham, he slowed his brain down enough to think things through. Graham almost certainly hadn’t had sex before. He was twenty, sure, but he was also a male omega from Ash’s old pack, and he had yet to express any interest in women. The Martingales didn’t like homosexuality, as Ash being cast out for his relationship with Joey proved.

So he rolled them over till Graham was on top of him, eyes wide in surprise.

Ash reached up and stroked his cheek. “This is going to be easier if you’re in control. You take what you need.”

“I—I don’t know what I need—” Graham stuttered a little over the words, nervousness apparent.

“First you need to take your pants off,” Ash instructed, motioning to where Graham’s jeans were undone but still on.

Graham blushed and hopped up, stripping himself. Halfway through, he realized what he was doing, and his head whipped up to look at Ash. He flushed a becoming shade of pink and looked away, but he didn’t stop.

“You’re beautiful,” Ash told him, hoping that was enough to take the edge off Graham’s self-consciousness. The tiny smile he got implied it had helped, at least.

A moment later, he was climbing back up onto the bed, but beside Ash instead of on top of him. So Ash leaned in to kiss him soundly, running his hands through Graham’s hair and pulling him tight to his side.

“You need some help?” he asked. When Graham nodded vehemently, he smiled and kissed him on the cheek. “Here’s what you’re gonna do. Now that you’re all gorgeous and naked, you’re gonna get my underwear off. Then you’re gonna climb into my lap. Simple enough?”

Graham nodded again and gave a smile that was equal parts shy and sly, and if anything could have further melted Ash’s heart, that would have been it. He reached up and caressed Graham’s soft cheek as he complied, swallowing hard and pulling down Ash’s underwear.

He got distracted when Ash’s freed cock jumped up, like it had a mind of its own. Hesitantly, he leaned forward and took a deep breath, glancing up at Ash as though searching his face for any sign of dissatisfaction. When he found none, he reached out tentatively with his tongue and licked a soft stripe up Ash’s cock.

It took every bit of self-control Ash had to keep still at the feel of that soft, wet tongue along the underside of his cock. They looked at each other again, and Ash could see the moment when Graham realized he was allowed to do what he wanted.

His eyes went round, sparkled in the low light, and he panted for breath. “Can I—”

“Anything you want,” Ash agreed without hesitation, not wanting to force Graham to find the words. He’d get more confident as they went. “Anything.”

Graham kissed the tip of his cock, then looked up and met his gaze again as he opened his mouth over it, swirling his tongue around it. Ash didn’t know what his face did, but whatever it was, it seemed to make Graham happy, smiling around his mouthful of dick and bobbing down a little farther.

After a few more times bobbing up and down, he pulled up. “Tell me what to do next?”

Ash held his hands out, and Graham came to him without hesitation. He slid forward on his knees until he was straddling Ash’s hips, poised just over his cock. Ash took a moment to check if he was slick enough, or if they needed the lube he kept in his bedside table. They definitely didn’t need the lube.

“You ready?” Ash asked. He tried to make it sound reassuring, or at least helpful instead of pushy.

Graham nodded, avidly watching Ash’s eyes.

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