“Paul…” he whispered. “So good, your mouth on me. So right.”
Paul lifted his head, letting Laurent’s hard cock slide from between his lips slowly.
“You like it when I kiss you like that?”
“More than you can know.” Laurent cupped his cheek. “You’re so beautiful when you take my cock in your mouth. But we need to stop soon—I am very close to coming.”
Paul shook his head. “Never thought I’d want to let another guy come in my mouth.”
Laurent’s entire body tensed. “Do you?”
“Yeah.” Paul looked down for a moment. “Yeah, I guess I do. Dios, what’s wrong with me?”
Laurent raised himself on one elbow and then lifted Paul’s chin so that they were looking at each other again. “There is nothing wrong with you, Paul. You are perfect just as you are. There is no shame in desiring the flavor of another man’s cum on your tongue.”
Paul’s eyes were shadowed. “I know plenty of people who would disagree with you.” “Yes, but none of them are here with us now. It is only us here in the bedroom together,” Laurent reminded him. “But I will not push you. If you wish, we can stop right here. I am perfectly able to take care of myself.” He reached for his cock but Paul knocked his hand away.
“No.” His voice was a low, possessive growl. “Wanna taste you, Laurent. Want to take you all the way, the same way you took me.”
“As you wish.” Laurent lowered himself to the pillows again. “Do whatever you like with me, Paul. Kiss me…taste me…or suck me until I come in your mouth, the choice is yours.” He deliberately made his words inflammatory, wanting to see how the were would react.
Paul didn’t disappoint him. Lowering his head, he took Laurent deep in his mouth again and this time Laurent could feel the warm pull of suction as his wolf’s tongue swirled around his shaft. Sucking me—he’s actually sucking me this time.
“Yeah, I’m sucking you,” Paul growled, looking up. “I’m sucking your cock, Laurent. And I’m going to suck you until you shoot your cum in my mouth. Is that what you want to hear?”
Laurent stroked his shoulder. “Mon amour, I wish only to hear what you need to tell me.”
“Think I’m better at showing than telling.” Paul lowered his head again and took him deep—so deep that Laurent groaned.
“Mon Dieu, Paul, your mouth—so good. So hot!”
Paul didn’t answer this time—at least not with words. Instead he sucked harder, swirling his tongue around the base of Laurent’s shaft, lapping eagerly as Laurent moaned.
It didn’t take long after that. Laurent tried to keep himself from thrusting but it was a lost cause once Paul really got going. The fierce hunger, the need to be doing this with another man came through their connection so strongly that Laurent wondered how the wolf didn’t explode with the pent-up passion. He wished he was in the right position to suck Paul as well, to give back some of the pleasure Paul was giving him. But Paul was holding him down, his heavy, muscular body blanketing Laurent’s thighs to forbid movement. It was as though Paul has to reassure himself that he was in charge here—as though he had to change the submissive act of sucking another man’s cock into one of dominance.
Laurent lay back and gave himself up to the pleasure because he sensed it was what his wolf wanted—what he needed. When he felt his pleasure cresting he tightened his grip on Paul’s shoulders and groaned, “Coming, mon amour.” And then the cum was bursting out of him, shooting in short, hard spurts against the back of Paul’s throat.
Paul swallowed it all eagerly and sucked Laurent even harder, as though trying to get more.
“Paul! Please…” Laurent could barely stand the intense pressure against his overly sensitized flesh. “No more,” he begged. “Not now.” Paul let Laurent’s shaft slide from between his lips. “When then?”
Laurent looked at him in astonishment. He kept waiting for Paul to be angry again, to start denying that he was gay and insisting nothing that happened was his fault. But maybe, as he had said, he was simply tired of pretending. Maybe as long as he was away from his home and his pack he would allow himself to explore his true nature.
Laurent hoped fervently that it was true.
“You wish to do it again?” he asked uncertainly.
“Yeah.” Paul nodded. “I don’t know why but sucking you…it really turned me on, man. I’m horny like a fucking bear.” The hard shaft between his legs showed that he wasn’t lying or exaggerating a bit.
Laurent smiled. “Then let me return the favor. Lie back, mon amour, and let me pleasure you as you have pleasured me.”
“Suck me, you mean.” Paul’s eyes were golden again in the darkness as he arranged himself on the pillows and guided Laurent’s head down toward his shaft. “Suck my cock, Laurent. Suck it deep and let me fuck your mouth until I come.”