“Right now what I want is to taste you. Lie back.” The command was a pleasure to obey. Laurent let his head sink back against the pillows though he kept his eyes trained on his wolf. “I am yours, Paul. Take me.”
“God, when you talk like that it drives me fucking crazy.” Paul was all over him again, his mouth making a rough, hot trail of kisses down Laurent’s neck and over his chest. He stopped to suck Laurent’s nipples, teasing the small pink peaks until Laurent moaned and writhed under him. He had been with more experienced lovers but never with one so eager. It seemed that Paul wanted to devour him from the skin outward and he was more than willing to be devoured.
After what seemed like an eternity the were moved lower, making a hot, ticklish trail with his tongue over Laurent’s flat belly and down to his straining cock. Laurent bit his lip hard enough to draw blood when Paul took him in hand again. It took everything he had to hold still, to not beg or thrust for the lush mouth that had been driving him insane for what felt like forever now. But he knew that Paul had to do things at his own pace—there could be no rushing him.
Paul studied his shaft for a long time, his eyes half-lidded with lust. “Dios, ” he murmured, leaning forward to rub the head of Laurent’s cock against his cheek. “So fucking hot. Don’t know why I want to do this so bad.”
“Sucking cock is about need as much as desire.” Laurent stroked the wolf’s short blond hair. “If you are a lover of other men, you cannot help but want it.” He expected Paul to protest that he wasn’t gay again but the other man only shrugged.
“I don’t know about sucking. Tasting seems all right, though.” He rubbed Laurent’s cock against his cheek again. “Your skin is so soft. And you smell so fucking good.”
“I am glad you enjoy my body as I enjoy yours.” Laurent continued to stroke his hair gently. He could feel the lust coming from Paul but he didn’t need the connection between them to see how very much the other man desired this.
“Yeah, I want it,” Paul admitted and Laurent realized he’d caught the stray thought. The were looked up at him. “How…how should I start?”
“With a kiss?” Laurent suggested. “If you wish, mon amour.”
“Like this?” Keeping his gaze on Laurent’s face, Paul leaned forward and placed a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the plum-shaped head of his cock.
“Mon Dieu! Yes!” Laurent gasped. “That’s perfect, Paul. You see, you can taste without sucking if you wish.”
“Yeah.” Paul leaned forward again and lapped tentatively at the pearl of precum that was beading at the slit of Laurent’s cock. He looked up. “Tastes good. Salty and kinda bitter. But good.”
“I am glad you enjoy it,” Laurent murmured.
“Wanna taste you more. Deeper.” Paul’s eyes were blazing. Through their connection, Laurent realized what he wanted.
“Another kiss, perhaps? More than just the head this time?”
Paul seemed to consider. “Kissing isn’t sucking,” he pointed out at last. “No,” Laurent said, giving the reassurance he knew his wolf so desperately needed.
“It isn’t.”
“I mean, I could do this…” Paul leaned forward and took the head of Laurent’s cock into his mouth and then another inch of the shaft, kissing deeply and lapping tentatively with his tongue before slowly allowing it to slide from between his lips. “I could do that and it’s still just a kiss,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire.
“Yes.” Laurent nodded, trying to control his own breathing. God, but this hot little game they were playing was making him insane with need! “You can kiss me as much or as little as you desire,” he said softly, trying hard to keep his voice gentle and encouraging. “It is completely up to you.”
“What if I want to kiss all of it—all of you?” Paul looked up at him. “What if I want to take all of your cock in my mouth at once?”
“Still just a kiss,” Paul assured him.
“As long as I don’t suck.” Paul nodded. “I could take it all—like this.” He leaned forward and ovaled his lips around Laurent’s cock, taking it deep into his mouth until Laurent felt himself bumping against the back of the were’s throat. It was all he could do not to moan or thrust but he sensed that Paul wasn’t ready for such actions yet.
Instead he held his breath, watching as his wolf raised and lowered his head slowly, getting used to the feel of a cock shaft sliding between his lips. It was perhaps the most erotic sight Laurent had ever seen and he felt like he might explode if the game they were playing went on much longer. But he gritted his teeth and forced himself to hold still while the other man explored him.