“Flatterer.”
“Truth-teller.” Lamont leaned forward, pressing kisses along Ewen’s spine. “And I plan to worship every inch of you.”
He added actions to his words, mapping Ewen’s body with his mouth and hands - stroking the dip at the small of his back, rolling his tongue in and around the dimples just above Ewen’s ass, before leaning down farther and kissing that sensitive spot behind Ewen’s knee that always made his mate’s breath hitch.
Making his way up Ewen’s legs again, Lamont spread Ewen’s cheeks and pressed his tongue against his hole.
Ewen gasped. “Lamont…”
“Let me.” Lamont circled the rim slowly. “Let me take care of you, hon.”
Ewen’s response came out garbled, half-moan and half-plea. His hands fisted in the bedspread as Lamont worked him open with his tongue, alternating between broad strokes and focused pressure. He could taste Ewen’s arousal, feel the way his mate’s legs trembled with the effort of staying upright.
Lamont reached around to wrap a hand around Ewen’s cock, stroking in time with each press of his tongue. The angle let him feel every shiver, every twitch, every desperate sound Ewen made.
“Please,” Ewen finally managed. “Lamont, I need…”
“I know what you need.” Lamont pulled back just long enough to speak, then went back to what he was doing. He kept at it,drinking in the sounds of Ewen’s moans and groans, the restless tremble in his mate’s legs, and the way shivers seemed to visibly work themselves up and down Ewen’s spine.
Lamont kept going, keeping a check on his mate through their bond. Ewen wanted to be mindless, and Lamont was determined to deliver. He worked Ewen thoroughly until his mate was practically sobbing with want. Then Lamont pulled back and called on his powers, tapping against Ewen’s slick hole. Magic followed intent, and Lamont intended to have Ewen’s body prepped, open, and already coated with slick. No matter how much he wanted to plunge his dripping cock into Ewen’s body, he would never hurt his mate.
“Ready?” Lamont asked, rising to his feet and positioning himself.
“Yes.” Ewen pushed back against him. “Gods, yes. Do it…”
Holding his cock at the base, Lamont rested his cockhead against Ewen’s hole. It didn’t take much of a push - his magic had taken care of that - but Lamont still curled his toes and clenched his butt muscles as he slowly sank into Ewen’s body, moving his hand from his cock base to Ewen’s hip as he pushed in deeper.
Ewen cried out, his back arching as Lamont paused when his cock was fully encased. Through their bond, Lamont felt everything - the stretch, the fullness, the perfect pressure of being claimed. There wasn’t a hint of pain, just relief and pleasure.
Good?Lamont checked silently.
Perfect.Even Ewen’s mental voice was breathless.Now move and don’t stop.
Lamont had no intention of stopping. He set a punishing pace, one hand gripping Ewen’s hip while the other continued giving his mate’s cock the friction it needed. The bed was creaking, as though it was going to come apart at any minute, but Lamont barely noticed. All his focus centered on his mate - on making Ewen feel good, on driving every worried thought from his brilliant mind, and on claiming him so thoroughly that nothing else existed.
Ewen’s hands scrabbled for purchase on the mattress, his breath coming in sharp gasps. Through their bond, Lamont felt his mate’s pleasure building, spiraling higher with each thrust.
“That’s it,” Lamont growled. “Feel me. Feel us.”
“Can’t…can’t think…”
“Good.” Lamont angled his hips, finding the spot that made Ewen see stars. “Don’t think. Just feel.”
Ewen shattered with a broken cry, spilling over Lamont’s hand as his body clamped down around Lamont’s cock. The sensation pushed Lamont over the edge, and he followed his mate into climax with a roar, his hips stuttering as his spunk pulsed deep into Ewen’s body.
For a long moment, they stayed frozen - Lamont savoring the closeness and the pleasurable buzz zinging around his body. Ewen was still bent over the bed, his harsh panting keeping time with Lamont’s own. It was tempting to stay like that until they both came down from their high, but Lamont knew Ewen’s back and legs would be aching if he didn’t move. Pulling out carefully, Lamont helped Ewen get onto the mattress properly, encouraging him to lie down.
“Don’t move,” Lamont murmured, pressing a kiss to Ewen’s temple.
He padded to the bathroom, dampened a washcloth with warm water, and returned to clean them both. Ewen lay boneless on the bed, eyes half-closed, a satisfied smile playing at his lips.
“Better?” Lamont asked, wiping away the evidence of their coupling.
“Mm.” Ewen stretched lazily. “Definitely. You fucked the anxiety away, at least for now. I can’t promise it won’t be back by morning.”
“We’ll take care of that then, precious.” Lamont tossed the washcloth aside and climbed onto the bed, pulling Ewen against his chest. “For now, let’s focus on this moment where we’re holding each other, and everything is perfect.”
Ewen relaxed in Lamont’s arms, his back against Lamont’s front, fitting together like puzzle pieces. Lamont tapped into their bond, feeling the warm glow of Ewen’s contentment, and let out a long breath.