“Fuck,” Ulric groaned. They weren’t even undressed yet, and his pants were growing tight. “I always thought you were perfect. But it figures that your cock’s perfect, too.”
“For gods’ sakes,” Wilkie said somewhere behind Gage. “If you’re making up like that, I think I have to move out.”
“Use the back door.” Gage didn’t even turn to look at him. “But the house’s back door, not Ulric’s. That’s mine.”
Ulric spluttered. Wilkie swore and stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Gage’s smile turned hungry; he ground a fingertip against Ulric’s hole, circling it, tapping on it, never once dipping inside. In fact, he spread Ulric’s cheeks apart, exposing Ulric’s hole. And he teased it again, soft strokes that promised.
Ulric growled, yanking on Gage’s shirt. “You gonna go in, or what?”
Gage laughed. Then he surged forward, crashing their lips together, sweeping into Ulric’s mouth with all the force of a ravenous beast. “I’m gonna go slow because you’re hurt,” Gage whispered. “When you get better, I’m gonna ruin that pretty hole of yours, babe. Just like what you did to mine. All it’ll know is my cock claiming it inside.”
Ulric’s hole squeezed. Gage would leave his entrance gaping by the time he was done with it. And Ulric could already imagine his alpha’s come leaking down his thighs. “Gods.”
Gage released him, yanking open Ulric’s pants. Ulric’s cock shoved out. “Look how hungry this is,” Gage whispered, stroking it lightly. Pleasure sizzled down Ulric’s nerves. “This is how I want to kiss you.”
And he sank to his knees, leaning in so his breath feathered across Ulric’s sensitive skin. Ulric swallowed. He’d never imagined Gage kneeling in front of him. An alpha like that, looking up at Ulric with adoration in his eyes. Being at Ulric’s mercy.
It felt as though Gage had given him all the power in the world.
He wet his lips, cradling his alpha’s face. “Gage—”
“Love you,” Gage murmured. And he pressed a damp, gentle kiss to Ulric’s underside. He trailed kisses up Ulric’s desperate length, rubbing his lips against the bundle of nerves beneath Ulric’s tip. Sparks burst through his skin. Needing more, Ulric hissed and thrust at him, trying to push his tip into Gage’s mouth.
“Not so fast, babe.” Gage planted his hands on Ulric’s hips, shoving him back against the door. But the smirk Gage wore—Ulric wanted to wipe it off, he wanted to claim Gage inside.
As though he could read Ulric’s mind, Gage kissed down Ulric’s cock, all the way to his aching balls. Gage cupped those and kneaded them; electricity jolted up Ulric’s spine. He jerked, swearing. And Gage kissed back up to his tip, every touch slow and purposeful.
It wasn’t enough, not in the slightest.
“Damn it, Gage,” Ulric growled, grasping Gage’s hair. “Don’t tease.”
“All right,” Gage said. “Just a little suck.”
He licked Ulric’s head, his tongue a flat, soft pressure. Then he closed his lips around the bead of precome at Ulric’s tip—he was just right there. Ulric’s control fractured. He hauled Gage closer and pushed, and his cock parted Gage’s lips, sliding into the snugness of his alpha’s mouth.
Gage looked so good like that, his lips wrapped around Ulric’s sensitive flesh.
Gage groaned, hollowing his cheeks. The pressure around Ulric’s cock spiked—it went straight to his balls and pulled them tight. Ulric cursed; his hips snapped up. His cock hit the back of Gage’s throat.
“Fuck,” Gage growled around his cock. And the fabric at his tip began to grow dark. Ulric bit off his moan, plowing again into his alpha, over and over. Just savoring the friction between them, the exquisite slide of Gage’s tongue against his sensitive head.
The harder he fucked his alpha, the larger that wet spot grew.
Ulric’s instincts snarled to the surface. They wanted him to pin his alpha, they wanted him to search out Gage’s hole with his cock, and claim him inside.
“Gage,” Ulric hissed.
Something must’ve changed in his voice, because Gage pulled away, his lips glistening. “Break time,” Gage murmured, blowing cool air all over Ulric’s desperate length. “I haven’t kissed the rest of you yet.”
Ulric’s cock ached. “I want to fuck, not kiss.”
Gage smiled. “Nope. Too late, babe.”
Then he grasped the hem of Ulric’s shirt, lifted it, and kissed Ulric’s hip. Before Ulric could move, Gage lifted the shirt higher, kissing the curve of Ulric’s belly. And he lifted it further, until Ulric could see his own navel.
Ulric froze. If there was anything he was self-conscious about, it was his belly. Or rather, his entire body. But his belly was where it was most obvious—he didn’t have sculpted abs like Gage did. And it was right in front of Gage’s face.
Gage met his eyes. “Relax, Muffin.”
“I’m exactly that. A muffin.” Even though they’d talked about this, having Gage kiss him all over... This was scary. It was real. And Ulric couldn’t help the way Gage felt. For all he knew, Gage might regret his decision.
“But you’re my Muffin.” Gage kissed around the stitches, where they still hurt. “And you’re damn fucking adorable, Ulric.”
Ulric bit his lip, watching as Gage pulled his shirt higher, exposing his chest. That, too, wasn’t anything like Gage’s.
Gage buried his face in Ulric’s chest, groaning. “Been dreaming of you naked, babe.”
Ulric winced. “Naked?”
Gage took Ulric’s hand, pressing it against his bulge. “Not convinced by this, huh?”
Ulric shook his head.
“Looks like we’ll need a better way to do it.” Gage linked their fingers. Then he tugged Ulric up the stairs with him, to Ulric’s bedroom. That smelled too much of honey oak and musk, and not enough pine.
Gage shut the door and lowered the blinds until shadows filled the room. “Get on the bed.”
Ulric sat gingerly on the edge of the mattress, looking down at his curves. He’d never been fully naked in front of Gage before. Or anyone else.
This terrified him, just a little.
“Here. What if we use this?” Gage found a dark pillowcase, folding it up. Then he pressed it gently over Ulric’s eyes. The room went black. “Just for today,
