Gage raised his eyebrows. “Practice what?”
Ulric squirmed. “For—For when I get a boyfriend. I suck at kissing.”
Gage froze, surprised. For a second, Ulric thought he saw unhappiness flicker through Gage’s expression. Then it was gone, and Gage made himself smile. “Okay.”
“You don’t have to.”
Gage shook his head. “No, it’s really fine.”
Ulric thought Gage might just lean in and give him a quick peck on the lips. But Gage took off Ulric’s glasses, setting them on the side table. Then he swung his leg up and straddled Ulric’s lap, filling Ulric’s vision.
Ulric stopped breathing.
“Is this how alphas do it?” Gage asked, cracking a smile. “Or should I not sit on you?”
“This is fine,” Ulric blurted.
Gage was heavy on him, all strong and muscled. Just having him this close, his legs open around Ulric—this was like a wet dream come true.
“Okay.” Gage smiled. He cupped Ulric’s neck and pressed their foreheads together, and his eyes blurred into a sea of green. Ulric froze. In the shadows of the living room, it felt like anything could happen between them.
“This is how you kiss,” Gage whispered, his breath hot on Ulric’s lips.
Then he slanted his mouth across Ulric’s in a slow, exquisite brush. Tingles exploded down Ulric’s nerves; he gasped. Gage kissed him more firmly, and his lips felt glorious, his teeth grazing Ulric’s skin.
Ulric forgot to breathe. This was supposed to be a practice kiss. Every slide of their mouths felt decadent, surreal, and Ulric wanted more, he wanted to touch Gage in return. He didn’t know if he should.
“Kiss back,” Gage whispered.
Ulric tried. His thoughts spun. His cock was growing thick, and he wasn’t sure if Gage could feel it through their clothes. Scarcely had he set his hands on Gage’s strong thighs, when Gage flicked his tongue against Ulric’s lips. Then he thrust in without warning, a hot, hungry presence that swept into Ulric, tasting him everywhere inside.
Ulric’s instincts roared. Gage was inside him. Blood surged between his legs. He groaned, and Gage answered with a snarl, yanking on Ulric’s hair to tip his head back. Gage sealed their lips together, his tongue damp inside Ulric’s mouth, devouring him.
Ulric grew so hard, he couldn’t think. He bit Gage’s lip, grasping his shirt. Then he yanked Gage closer and thrust his own tongue into Gage’s mouth.
Gage tasted like apple cider and crackers. He slid their tongues together, sending a burst of electricity up Ulric’s spine. Then he rocked his hips against Ulric’s, a rough, deliberate grind, and their cocks shoved together, Gage’s length thick against his. Ulric grew achingly hard in seconds, he plunged into Gage’s mouth, in and out, the exact same way he wanted to fuck into this alpha.
“Damn, Ulric,” Gage hissed.
And he reached down, grabbing Ulric between the legs. His hand was hot, his grip tight. Ulric pulsed so hard, he almost came right there.
He knocked Gage’s arm away, panting, his precome smearing wet around his tip. He should’ve known that kissing Gage would make him hard. And now Gage had discovered that about him, too.
“You’re so fucking hard,” Gage whispered, his gaze too shrewd. He reached for Ulric again, his palm a heavy pressure stroking down Ulric’s length, base to tip.
Ulric almost speared through his clothes. “Stop that.”
“Or else what?” Gage’s expression had turned hungry, dangerous. And it riled the animal that had awakened within Ulric, the beast he became when he lost control.
“Or else I’ll fucking come,” Ulric snapped.
“Then come,” Gage whispered. And he pushed his hand into Ulric’s pants, his hot grip sending sheer need through Ulric’s veins.
Ulric shoved Gage off his lap, he slammed Gage down onto the floor, pinning him with his entire body. Then he crammed his bulge between Gage’s open legs, letting Gage feel every inch of his cock. Everything that would go into that spread ass.
Gods, that ass. Ulric had dreamed of opening Gage’s cheeks, he’d wanted to plunge his cock inside and hear Gage scream. All he needed was to tear Gage’s pants off, stretch his hole, and slam his cock in.
Ulric curled his fingers into Gage’s waistband, yanking it halfway down his ass. Gage shoved Ulric’s hands off. “Not so fast.”
At the back of his mind, it occurred to Ulric that maybe... Gage didn’t want this.
This was supposed to be a kiss. A practice one.
And he’d gone and let Gage feel his cock. Gage now knew how hard Ulric had gotten for him.
Ulric froze, his heart sinking. His body wilted a little. He tried to get his thoughts under control; his instincts didn’t want him to pull away, or apologize. He wanted to take.
“I—I’ll stop,” he said, his tongue too thick. Gage didn’t want to fuck him.
Gage grabbed his hand. “Not what I meant.”
Gage shuffled into a sitting position, their foreheads bumping, his legs draped over Ulric’s thighs. Then he curled his fingers into the front of Ulric’s pants, he popped the button, and unzipped Ulric’s fly. Ulric stopped breathing. What was Gage doing?
He thought maybe Gage just wanted to look at his cock. Maybe Gage wanted to compare sizes. Except Gage pushed his fingers into Ulric’s boxers, his fingertips brushing Ulric’s sensitive skin. Pleasure whispered into Ulric’s body. And Gage wrapped his hand around Ulric’s tip, easing it out.
Ulric’s breath punched out of his lungs. Gage was touching him there. And his precome smeared wetly against Gage’s hand—there was no way Gage didn’t know how desperate Ulric was for him. “Gage—”
Gage pushed Ulric’s waistband down, he pulled Ulric’s cock out into the open, so it jutted up between them, flushed and thick.
Ulric shoved it down, his face burning.
“Don’t.” Gage caught his hand. He made Ulric release himself so his cock jerked back up, musky and incriminating.
Instead of just looking, Gage touched his knuckles to Ulric’s underside. He followed the ridge up, a barely-there pressure that Ulric felt in the deepest parts of his body. “Why the hell are you—”
Ulric bit his words off, unwilling to say it. Not right now.
“Why am I touching your cock?”
