But he wasn’t sure about that.
He should be able to recognize him. His scent alone should tell him who he was to him. His body should know his without being told from the second he set his eyes on him. That didn’t happen when they first met. He wanted nothing to do with him, but the more time he spent with him… Jamue shook his head, feeling confused all over again.
Hym walked to him and dropped to his knees.
“Let’s see if you can handle it,” he said, looking up at him. He lightly wrapped his fingers around his hard cock and stroked, barely touching him, but Jamue felt the touch all the way to his toes. They dug into the soft carpet as a moan slip from his lips.
He was touching him. He stared down in awe. Desire burned through him, making his cock grow harder.
Hym wrapped his fingers tighter around him and brought his cock to his lips. He flicked his tongue, licking the head.
“Uhhh…” Jamue moaned.
“Are you still good?”
Jamue nodded. “It feels good.”
Hym smiled.
He opened his mouth wide and buried his face in his crotch, taking him to the back of his throat. He swallowed around him.
Oh, fuck...
Jamue’s mouth dropped open in a silent moan. Liquid dripped from his hole and slid down his thigh.
“Hym,” he whined.
“I got you, baby,” he said roughly. He reached behind him and ran his fingers along his slick hole. His fingers felt incredible. Jamue slid his leg over his shoulder, widening his stance. Hym groaned as he slipped two thick fingers deep inside him.
“So wet, baby,” he murmured, moving his fingers in and out of his hole in steady thrusts that drove him wild.
He wished it was his cock he was pushing inside him – he wanted to feel the broad head stretching him, his knot filling him, locking them together.
His cock grew harder, his hole needier at that thought.
Jamue shivered as he stared down at him, his heart expanding in his chest.
He’s mine, he thought.
He is my mate.
The truth slammed into him, taking his breath away. Jamue opened his mouth to say something, but Hym kissed his cock, pulling the head into his warm wet mouth.
Jamue hissed, burying his fingers in his hair.
He licked and sucked him while he fucked him with his fingers. He bopped his head, taking him deeper until the pull of his mouth sent him over the edge.
Jamue screamed as his orgasm rushed through him, his knees giving out. Strong arms wrapped around him to keep him from falling.
Hym picked him up and walked to the bed. He lay him down softly and was about to move away when Jamue grasped his long shirt to stop him.
How did I not know you? Tears prickled his eyes.
He felt hurt, angry, guilty and ashamed.
What the hell happened five years ago to make things turn out this way? Why couldn’t they recognize each other? Did his family do something? His stomach tightened at that thought. His father would do anything to get him to bond with Master Rosh.
Jamue felt sick.