“This is what you do to me,” Gage murmured, snapping his hips, his cock grinding against Ulric’s entrance. “Don’t move so much, babe. You just got stitched up.”
Ulric wanted to move, he wanted to pin Gage down and dominate him. “You’ll have to make me.”
“Gladly.” Before Ulric could start struggling, Gage anchored him against the mattress. Slick sounds came from further down. Then something touched Ulric between his cheeks—Gage’s fingers, covered in lube. And they shoved roughly inside, stretching Ulric, lubing him up. Getting him ready to receive his alpha’s cock.
Ulric throbbed, growing so hard, he hurt. He wanted Gage. He wanted Gage’s desire. And Gage was touching him all over, despite all his nakedness.
“I’m not making this easy for you,” Ulric growled, struggling.
Gage shoved him down with a snarl, his cock plunging between Ulric’s cheeks, smearing lube over his hole. “Mine,” Gage rasped.
He lodged his blunt tip against Ulric’s entrance, a girthy promise. Then he snapped his hips, pressing hard against Ulric’s hole, forcing it to stretch open around him. And Gage plunged inside, inches at once, so big that Ulric forgot to breathe.
“Fuck, those sounds you make,” Gage whispered in his ear. “When you take my cock.” He gave a deep thrust; Ulric swore, an animal sound ripping out of him. “Yeah, like that. Fuck.”
Gage buried his cock to the hilt, so savagely that Ulric rocked forward. Ulric groaned as his hole opened for his alpha, eagerly taking all that Gage gave him. And Gage began to build a rhythm, slower than he had before.
“I can take it,” Ulric growled. “Harder, Gage.”
“Don’t wanna hurt you.” Gage tightened his grip, his breaths coming more sharply, his groans bliss to Ulric’s ears.
“My ass isn’t hurt,” Ulric retorted. “You don’t have to be fucking gentle with it.”
Gage snarled, plowing so deep that pleasure jolted through Ulric’s veins and his spine bowed. It almost erased the pain of his wounds. Ulric struggled harder—just to provoke his alpha.
“Stop moving, damn it,” Gage hissed. He shoved Ulric against the bed and fucked in hard—a punishment? But pleasure burst through Ulric, more intense than before.
“Not gonna stop.” Ulric thrashed again. His stitches pulled; Gage swore and held him down, thrusting harder, his cock plunging into Ulric like an unyielding length of steel, filling him up over and over, staking his claim.
Ulric shoved at him. Gage gripped his hips and crammed his cock all the way in, swearing. Ulric almost came right there. He reached back to grab Gage; Gage caught his hand, bringing it to his lips.
And he sank his teeth into Ulric’s wrist, a spot that was far too sensitive to be just another part of his body. Ulric’s nerves lit up; his cock swelled so thick, it fucking hurt.
Then he realized that Gage had bitten the scent gland on his wrist—a bonding mark. His heart leaped.
“Wait,” Gage said, his thrusts slowing down a little. “I—I marked you.”
“Not yours unless you claim me properly,” Ulric growled. He bucked at Gage, ignoring the pull on his stitches. “My neck.”
He tilted his head, offering the scent gland there. Gage swore and leaned in, biting hard into the crook of Ulric’s shoulder, right where that sensitive spot was. Pain and pleasure tore through Ulric’s spine, pulling his balls tight. He tried to catch his breath but he couldn’t, his entire body pulsing with need.
Gage had bitten him. He was Gage’s.
“Mine,” Gage snarled. “So fucking beautiful.” And his strokes deepened, his cock slamming into Ulric, a desperate sort of rhythm that showed just how much he wanted Ulric to be his. “Gonna fill you up with my come, babe. Gonna make you all mine.”
Ulric’s entire body sang. “Please.”
“Fuck.” Gage roared, his fingers digging bruisingly-hard into Ulric’s hips. He leaned in and slammed a final time into Ulric, a flood of warmth filling Ulric inside.
Ulric imagined his alpha’s pleasure—his control shattered. Pleasure ripped through his body in a deluge, arching his spine, rolling his eyes back into his head.
For a long while afterward, all he felt was Gage’s bare skin against his own, Gage pressing slow, muzzy kisses across his shoulder. Gage pulled Ulric’s blindfold off.
He was completely naked. And Gage was still kissing him. In fact, Gage was stroking the scent glands on his wrists down Ulric’s sides, marking him with pine. He brushed his scent over Ulric’s chest, over Ulric’s belly, over all the curves of Ulric’s body that weren’t as perfect as his own.
“I think you might be insane,” Ulric mumbled.
Gage huffed. “Nah. I’m just lucky. Because I found the best gift in the world.”
Then he kissed Ulric’s nape, a slow, lingering touch. Ulric’s heart stuttered.
“I love you,” Gage said again. “All of you. Every single bit. Do you believe me now?”
Ulric looked down at Gage’s arm wrapped around his belly, caressing him fondly. Gage’s body pressed against his own, skin on skin. Gage’s mouth on his ear, nipping at him.
Gage had seen all of Ulric, and he was still here.
Ulric’s throat grew tight. “Yeah,” he croaked. He’d never had anyone love him this way before. “I just... It seems too good to be true.”
Gage kissed his shoulder. “Beauty isn’t always visible. A lot of things are invisible and beautiful. Like love. Like kindness. Like your soul.” He pressed his palm over Ulric’s heart.
“You can see kindness, sort of,” Ulric protested.
Gage smiled. “You can see the results of kindness. But it comes from here.” He rubbed Ulric’s chest. “That’s not all, though. The visible parts of you are all beautiful, too.” He stroked Ulric’s arm and kissed his nape. He dragged his wrist over Ulric’s belly, covering Ulric with his scent. “All of this here—regardless of whether you get heavier or lighter, regardless of whether you get old and wrinkly, all of this is beautiful, because it’s part of you. And that’s important, too. All of
