Page 40 of Fated Mates and How to Seduce Them
If he got any more fun to pleasure than this, André would never let him leave the bed.
It was highly tempting to just fuck him with his tongue until Ian came, but…no. He wanted to connect with this man. André found the willpower from somewhere to pull free, leaning over Ian long enough to snatch a condom and lube from the top drawer of his nightstand.
Ian pulled him back eagerly, pressing kisses against André’s neck, hands grasping at his back, which he enjoyed. André stayed propped up on one elbow as he got the first finger coated and inside Ian. He accepted it so easily, André added another in the second thrust.
Unlike some, Ian wasn’t content to just lay there and be prepped. He captured André’s head with one hand, the kiss demanding. André let his mouth be ravaged, kissing back. His fangs had fully descended at this point, and he half expected this to give Ian some pause, but it didn’t. Ian traced the fangswith his tongue, flirting with danger, and it was such a come on, André nearly embarrassed himself right there. It didn’t help the man kissed like sin.
Oh! Ian’s free hand had found his dick, and damn, yes, it felt amazing. He loved the hot hand, the friction, loved even more that it was Ian touching him. Ian wasn’t shy about the way he stroked him, the touch firm and demanding a response. André was all too happy to be stroked up to full hardness. They’d both enjoy the result in a minute.
Literally a minute—André had no more patience than that, not if he wanted to keep his focus on pleasuring Ian and not his own pulsing need.
Ian could take three fingers, so it should be fine. André moved to put a condom on, lubed himself up, and Ian pulled him in closer, thrusting against André’s stomach, movement uncoordinated. The way Ian’s fingers dug into his shoulders spoke of his need, and it made André’s heart sing with delight. It may have taken months to get here, but Ian was all in.
André pressed the tip of his cock to Ian’s entrance, clawing for control to take it slow, to not just plunge in, but dammit, his lover wasn’t helping his control any. Ian grasped his hips with both hands, pulling them closer, and André could only groan and give in. The first slow, steady push into Ian felt divine. He was so tight, so hot and welcoming, André almost embarrassed himself right there. As André slid in, Ian gave a long groan of pure pleasure, head thrown back, heels digging into André’s back as he snugged him in more. Ian’s desire was palpable, so strong André could almost taste it, and any sense he still had evaporated quickly. He shook, that’s how hard it was to not just thrust and take, to remind himself this moment was about Ian’s pleasure and not his own. Once he was balls deep inside, he had to pause, to seized the remnants of his control. André’s head pressed against Ian’s shoulder, breathing ragged.
“André,” Ian groaned in protest. “Move!”
“A second,” André pleaded. Control, control, control. “Just gimme a second. You’re…too good. It’s too good. I want…I need to bite, but it might sting—”
“Fucking do it. I don’t care!Nngh.”
André had to take the man at his word—his higher thought processes had already checked out. Deeply connected below, he tilted his head and sank teeth into Ian’s hot skin. He tasted the rich blood as it seeped into his mouth, a wave of pure bliss zinging from the back of his neck to the base of his spine. Ian tasted like a heavenly ambrosia, and the way the man shuddered under him, like heenjoyedbeing fed from, only drove André into higher pleasure, until his vision whited out from the sensation.
Ian lifted both legs to wrap around his hips, hooking them at the ankles, and that tore it. The move awakened something primal in André, and he found himself pulling out without meaning to, thrusting in. The friction hit all the right spots, and pleasure raced through his body like wildfire.
“Yesss,” Ian hissed.
Shit, this man was going to be the death of him. André wasn’t complaining. They called orgasm the “little death” for a reason, right?
André found a rhythm, steady but strong, that made Ian writhe around him, hands flexing on André’s back as pleasure overwhelmed him. André managed to lift his head, to stop feeding from Ian, but it was damn hard. He focused instead on the pleasure building between them, licking blood from his lips as he became attuned to every gasp, every whine, every plea. André nailed his prostate with every thrust just because watching Ian come unraveled was entirely too satisfying. The bed creaked with every thrust, and André had to keep a firm hold against the headboard to keep him from fucking Ian right through it. Perhaps he should ease up the pace, but this strong,steady thrust satisfied him and Ian, and easing up felt like sacrilege.
Neither of them wanted him to.
André could feel the telltale tingle build in his groin, the sign his climax approached fast. He refused to come first. He shifted one hand down and found Ian’s cock, which was already weeping with pre-come. Good, Ian was right on the verge too. He put his thumb right against the underside of the head, stroking the main nerve there.
Ian’s back arched, eyes screwed shut as pleasure overloaded his system. He screamed as he came, fingers digging into André’s back. It no doubt would leave bruises for a few seconds, at least.
Seeing his lover come undone under him, feeling Ian’s channel latch down around his cock as he came, sent him right over the edge. He curled over Ian, breath catching like a sob as he poured himself into the condom. Normally, sex was an enjoyable pursuit he indulged in. Never once had he come this hard, where darkness ate at the corners of his vision, where it felt like his spine bent under the force of his pleasure.
He collapsed, and despite knowing he squashed the other man, he couldn’t find the strength to push himself up yet. In a second. Maybe a minute.
Ian’s arms were around his waist, keeping him there. See, he was fine. André could find both brain cells before needing to move.
A good minute passed with them just recovering and enjoying the languid afterglow washing through their systems.
“André,” Ian softly called out, his voice hoarse.
“Mmm?”
“Why the hell did I make you wait two months before we did that?”
André snickered against his shoulder. “See? Next time, listen to me.”
“Stop wriggling. I like you right where you are.”
“I’m squashing you, though.”
“It’s a good squashing. Don’t move.” He sounded quite stern.
