Forever Broken

“Never thought of it like that.” Paul nodded and his fingers slid closer to Laurent’s cock. “Can…uh, do you mind if I touch you?”

“You need never ask me that.” Laurent leaned forward and nuzzled the were’s cheek with his own. “I always want your hands on me,” he breathed in Paul’s ear.

Paul shivered, visibly aroused by Laurent’s words. “God, why do I want this? Why can’t I just be normal?”

“This is normal—for us. Do you still wish to touch me?” Laurent held very still, not wanting to press the issue.

“Yeah.” Paul moved his hand again, this time to grasp Laurent’s cock loosely. He explored it slowly, stroking carefully from root to tip and back again, as though getting used to the feel of it in his hand.

Laurent bit back a moan. “Mon Dieu! Is it…as you expected? ”

“I guess. I, uh…” Paul looked up at him. “I’ve never touched another guy like this before. Not sure if I’m doing it right.”

“You’re doing fine,” Laurent assured him. “Simply touch me as you would yourself and you cannot fail to please me.”

“Do you like this?” Paul stroked him again, with more certainty this time.

Laurent gasped and pumped upward into his hand. “You know that I do.”

“Yeah.” Paul was studying his face with half-lidded golden eyes. “I can tell.” He stroked Laurent again. “Wanna kiss you while I do this.”

Laurent didn’t have to be asked twice. Leaning forward, he offered his mouth and sighed in pleasure as his wolf took the invitation eagerly. Paul’s mouth was hot and his hand was insistent as he stroked Laurent’s cock up and down in a rough, delicious rhythm that was rapidly becoming too much to bear. Laurent moaned helplessly and Paul swallowed the sounds eagerly, stroking harder until Laurent knew he couldn’t take much more.

“Please!” He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against Paul’s panting. “Paul, I cannot bear it.”

Paul stopped stroking much to Laurent’s disappointment and frustration. But he didn’t take his hand off Laurent’s cock. “Feel like you’re going to come, huh?” His eyes blazed gold in the dark room.

Laurent nodded. “I cannot help myself.” “I don’t want you to come…not yet.” Paul looked into his eyes and gave his shaft a long, slow up-and-down stroke. “Wanna taste you first.”

Laurent’s breath caught in his throat. “Are you certain about that, mon amour?

Please don’t think you have to—”

“I know I don’t have to—I want to. Maybe I’ve always wanted to—I don’t know.”

Paul kissed him again—a hard, rough, demanding press of lips to lips that was over too soon. “I don’t want to think about it anymore. Just want to do it.”

“As you wish.” Laurent got a sudden glimpse inside his wolf’s mind. He wants this but he has to be the dominant one. Slowly he slid down until he was lying spread-eagle on the bed. Arching his neck, he offered himself from the vulnerable column of his throat to his flat belly and erect cock. “Take me however you wish, mon amour.”

“Dios!” Paul’s voice was a low growl as he lowered himself onto Laurent and kissed him again. For a moment their cocks rubbed together, creating a delicious friction Laurent thought would be too much for him to bear. But then Paul slid lower and began kissing his throat. “I bit you here,” he murmured, nuzzling just under the shelf of Laurent’s jaw. “Why don’t you still have a mark?”

“We heal very…very rapidly.” Laurent could hardly get the words out.

“So do we. But your fang marks stayed on me.”

“It is the bond. We mark…mark our mates to show ownership. Though I did not mean to…to mark you so permanently,” Laurent gasped as Paul kissed his throat.

“Maybe I should return the favor.” Paul nipped him playfully and then just a little harder, hard enough to draw blood.

Laurent groaned. “Mon amour, please. You do not know what that does to me!”

“So you like getting bitten as much as you like biting?” Paul lapped gently at the small wound, making Laurent moan with need.

“Blood play is often mixed with love play,” he admitted. “To give yourself up to your lover, to allow him anything he wishes, is considered the most risky and the most pleasurable thing you can do.”

“Would you give yourself to me like that?” Paul looked up at him.

“I would—if you wish it. I would submit to anything you wished. I would open myself for you.” Laurent held the were’s gaze with his own, daring Paul to understand him.

For a moment Paul’s eyes blazed with lust but then he shook his head. “No, man.

Sucking is one thing but that…that’s going too far. I’m not gay. I mean, just because I want to try this it doesn’t make me a fag. I just want to experiment a little, that’s all.”

Laurent’s heart sank but he supposed he could expect nothing less. Small steps, he told himself. “Very well,” he murmured, stroking Paul’s shoulder. “I am willing to help you experiment if you wish. And we do not have to do anything you don’t want to.”