Sex is a great leveler, Baby decided as he led his reluctant and still anxious mate to the huge bed he’d custom designed himself. All this time, he’d worried about being unworthy of a revered god like Owen, when at the same time, Owen was having performance anxieties of his own, just of a different kind.
Not that Baby didn’t have a few flutter-butterflies of his own residing in his stomach. In a bar or club situation, sex was easy. A wink, a nudge, maybe a drink or two, but both people were already on the same page, and all that was left was to negotiate mechanics. Baby had a few trust issues of his own; nothing to do with giving up his body. It was his heart he was in danger of losing to Owen.
But there were some actions that were as natural to Baby as breathing. Stopping by the bed, he turned, facing the bigger man who was still wearing a frown. “I don’t expect you to undress me,” he said quietly, tugging Owen’s t-shirt out of his jeans and sliding his hands against Owen’s skin. “I don’t know if your unique way of viewing the world allows you to tell the difference between cotton and denim. But you don’t seem to have a problem with nakedness, which is like most shifters I’ve met, and getting naked is a good start to any intimate situation, don’t you agree? I’d love to undress you.”
“What do I do?”
“Stand there, looking amazingly hunky, and if you feel like expressing your emotions you’re free to say so, or move accordingly.” Baby slid Owen’s t-shirt up, revealing so much tattooed skin. Yum.
“You mentioned bar hook ups, which I imagine you’ve seen through your perving on me.” Baby ignored Owen’s growl. They were well past the petty jealousy stage. His hands had reached Owen’s shoulders. “Lift up.”
Oops, he’s too tall. Baby levitated, easily pulling Owen’s t-shirt off, before willing his feet back to the ground, and dropping Owen’s top on the floor. “What a lot of people don’t realize, the ones who indulge in that sort of sexual activity all the time, is there is a lot to be said for taking time to explore a body, before getting your rocks off.
“Like your body, for example.” Baby let his fingers wander. “You have incredible skin; you’re like a work of art. I could spend hours running the tip of my tongue over every line and swirl. But this,” Baby cupped Owen’s more than ample package which was straining the durability of the denim covering. “This suggests, you’re already primed and ready to go. Let’s give your cock and balls some air, shall we?”
Owen didn’t answer, but his jawline was tight, and his eyes were closed. Baby knelt at Owen’s feet. “Boots have to come off first. You have no idea how embarrassing forgetting footwear removal can be, unless the person you’re undressing is in a skirt or kilt. Lift.” He tapped Owen’s left foot.
One boot off, then the second. From where Baby was kneeling it would be so easy to free that delicious looking lump from Owen’s pants and suck him down. But that wouldn’t be the intimacy Baby craved, so instead he rose up, trailing his hands up the folds of the jeans, tight in places and eased in others. Owen’s legs were sturdy and well-formed.
“These jeans have to go.” Baby popped the metal dome at the waistband. “Are you wearing underwear?” Easing the zipper slightly, Baby peeked. “Nope. But when you’re undressing a well-endowed man like yourself, or me,” he added cheekily, “you want to be sure you don’t get any precious skin caught in the zipper.
“One way to do it,” Baby slipped a hand in Owen’s pants, pressing his palm against Owen’s length, forming a barrier between Owen’s throbbing cock, and the jean’s zip. “Is to go slowly.” The sound of the zipper rivaled Owen’s harsh breathing. As soon as the zipper was fully open, Baby tucked his other hand inside, running it down the deep V of the bare hip, curling slightly as his fingers encountered Owen’s heavy balls.
“I bet your scent is strong around your balls,” Baby breathed. The slow tease was driving him nuts as well. “One day soon, I’m going to get down there and sniff, slobber, and suck to my heart’s content. And you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”
“Ugh.”
Baby would’ve laughed at the reluctant grunt, but his hands had mapped out Owen’s sizable dick, and he was keen to move things along. “We’ll just slide these down.” He forced his hands away from his prize, and slid them down Owen’s hips and thighs, taking the denim with them. He purposefully didn’t touch Owen’s ass, although his fingers tingled at the possibility. “Step out.”
Naked, Owen had the type of body Ancient Greek scholars revered. Solid. Perfectly sculpted. Smooth lines. Hard planes. Drool worthy and worth stroking just to check Owen was real. Because the man was doing a darn good impression of a statue, the only movement being a harsh rise and fall of his chest, causing his dusky cock to bob.
“You’re incredible. Oh, Owen, I do wish you could see you like I can see you.” Baby pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor while kicking off his boots. His jeans were shucked faster than a blink, and once naked he pressed his naked body against his mate’s. “Now we’re both naked. You can move. You can touch. Owen, please touch me. I won’t break.”
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Owen reached out. Baby’s aura was ablaze of color – silver, gold, a blush of pink and ringed in red. The disconnect between the physical body and the aura all living beings had was tiny, like a blurred line, but that was what Owen reached for. That line meant skin and Owen wanted to run his hands over the skin Baby offered. The charge of electricity between them arced into his touch, Baby’s powers reaching for him. Owen might not have ever been intimate with another person, but the animal instincts of his human side kicked in fast.
Baby’s skin was like a silken ribbon coating finely developed muscles. As Owen’s hands skimmed up, mapping, “seeing”, his mate’s body for the first time, he could finally accept the lust he felt was far stronger than anything he’d felt during the pitiful sessions he used to enjoy by himself. His private fantasies never included how incendiary the slide of skin on skin could be; how Baby’s erotic moans and panted breaths added to the sensations already overloading Owen’s logical brain.
And all that was without the impact of Baby’s scent. When Owen first met his mate, he’d been reeled in by the dash of sea spray tinging a scent of musk. Baby’s arousal added a depth to the enticing scent, and Owen inhaled deeply, never wanting to forget their first time. Baby was like a cat, moving as he did, leaning into his touch, his hot lips scorching a path over every ounce of skin he could reach.
His knees getting weaker by the second, Owen took a chance, and the initiative, holding Baby tight as he lowered them both to the bed. He still wasn’t sure how he wanted to get off, but he knew his animal spirit wouldn’t allow anything to get in the way of their claiming. Having only felt his hand around his cock and balls before, Baby’s touch was enough for him to climax, but he wanted something deeper and more meaningful between them.
And it seemed Baby felt the same way. The man rolled them both, Owen laying flat on his back, with Baby’s much slimmer body wriggling over the top of him, trapping their hardened lengths between them.
“I don’t bottom often,” Baby panted between kisses to his chest and biceps. “But for you I just have to, at least for this first time. I’ll prep myself. I can teach you all about that another time. For now, you just have to lay there.” He raised up long enough to slide his hand between them. The firm hand around his length made Owen moan. “You’re so big. You’re going to feel amazing inside of me. We seriously need to move this along.”
Owen agreed, but he couldn’t find enough brain power to muster a response. His hands were busy enough, feeling all the nooks and crannies of his mate’s body – marveling at smoothness one minute, and then praising human design when a scrape of his fingernail across a nipple made Baby gasp. There was a wantonness in Baby’s movements that added fuel to the fire Owen had raging in him.
So many years wasted, he thought, but even that couldn’t dampen his desire. Baby had his cock pulled away from his body and seemed to be sitting above him. It was difficult to tell exactly because the merging of their auras was lighting up the room. But then Owen felt it, a pressure against his cockhead that defied description. He might have yelped a little bit; he definitely resisted the urge to punch his hips up as the pressure slid down his full length.
“My gods. My gods.” Nothing in Owen’s long life had ever felt so right. His whole body was trembling from the urge not to come just yet.
“Two gods actually.” Owen could hear the humor in Baby’s voice, and he found he quite liked being teased. “We fit as well as I thought we would. It’s what the term made for each other was all about. Now, my lovely beast.” Baby leaned forward, causing the pressure around his dick to change. Owen was aware of curls brushing against his pectoral muscles, followed by a kiss. “Do you feel the urge to move at all?”
Owen felt like exploding. But he nodded, feeling up Baby’s legs that were straddling his hips, until he reached his mate’s hips. It was jerky at first. He’d never had the urge to punch his hips forward, not even on the odd times he danced. But Baby moved fluidly above him, riding his moves until he found his rhythm and then Baby planted his feet on the bed, so he was counter-moving every tentative thrust.
This is… Owen couldn’t even think straight. It was like the animal side of his body had taken over, and while he’d far rather their positions were reversed so he could thrust hard with his hips the way his instincts were telling him to, he wasn’t about to interrupt what was happening. It felt too good, too right, too freaking amazing, and from the sounds of Baby’s gasps, moans, and the occasional “oh my gods,” his mate was enjoying it too.
My mate… My mate… Owen couldn’t stop the chanting in his head as their joint thrusts got more frantic. He was still hanging onto Baby’s hips, his eyes closed because the power of their auras combined was so powerful. He could feel the ancient rhythms of his people thrumming through his blood, his animal spirit rising along with his climax. Don’t let me stuff this up, he pleaded with his bear, as Owen slid his hand up Baby’s back, pulling him down.
“Oh, fuck. Do it. Bite me. Bite me. Bite me. Please.” Baby’s neck tilted on an angle that had to hurt, but Owen couldn’t stop. His teeth dropped and with a roar that was more animal than man or god, he sunk his teeth into Baby’s flesh as his balls emptied into his mate’s willing body.
The smell of his mate’s spunk distracted Owen from Baby’s scream – so different from his despair at Cloverleah. This was a YES filled with passion, longing, and true joy. He felt a sting on his neck and wondered if Baby had marked him in some way, secretly hoping he had. But for now, Owen was awash in endorphins, riding the high of his animal spirit who had finally got what he’d longed for.
Baby collapsed over him, his breathing heavy, his scent satiated. “We are definitely doing that again,” he muttered as his body relaxed into sleep.