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“Fuck,” Fal’ran swore, and his hips jerked as though Patrick’s touch had shocked him. His entrance twitched against Patrick’s finger and Patrick’s breath lodged in his throat. He realized he’d stopped stroking Fal’ran’s cock and was holding it loosely in his hand as both their focuses zeroed in on Patrick’s feather light touch against Fal’ran’s hole.
He was doing this. He was really doing this.
Patrick rubbed his thumb along the underside of Fal’ran’s crown as he circled Fal’ran’s rim. “This what you want?”
Fal’ran lifted his head from Patrick’s neck and braced their foreheads together. His lust blown orange eyes flashed with hunger. “I want a little more than that.”
Desire and excitement burned away Patrick’s fears. He squeezed Fal’ran’s length to make him gasp. “Oh, do you?”
Fal’ran nicked Patrick’s grinning lips with his tusk. “If you can give it to me, old man.”
Patrick barked a laugh and took his hands out of Fal’ran’s pants to give him a two-handed shove toward the bed. “Brat.”
Fal’ran raised his eyebrows as he sauntered backward, pulling his shirt off and pushing his pants down to his ankles. He kicked them off as he went, leaving himself naked, his hard cock jutting out proudly. “Gonna put me in my place?”
“Stop that,” Patrick snorted and pulled his shirt over his head, his ears burning at the teasing roleplay. “But also…” He advanced on Fal’ran as he undid his pants and smirked when Fal’ran’s gaze swept appreciatively over his body. “Yes.”
Patrick tackled Fal’ran onto the bed. But beds weren’t training mats, and they bounced when they hit the mattress, giving Fal’ran a chance to turn the tables on him. Over and over, they tumbled, wrestling and laughing, blood pumping and adrenaline flowing.
By the time Patrick pinned Fal’ran firmly beneath him, the fight and Fal’ran’s powerful body against his had him both dizzy with desire and clear-headed with confidence. He stretched out over Fal’ran’s back, pressing the younger man face down onto the bed, and scraped his teeth over the back of Fal’ran’s neck. “You’re mine now.”
A shiver wracked Fal’ran’s body, and he turned his head enough to meet Patrick’s eyes. “Fuck me, Patrick. Please.”
Patrick groaned and dropped his forehead between Fal’ran’s shoulder blades. “That what you want, Fal’ran?” He reached down and grabbed a handful of Fal’ran’s muscular ass. “You want me inside you?”
Fal’ran’s lips parted in a gasp, and he rocked his hips into the bed. “I do, I really fucking do, I—”
Patrick smacked Fal’ran’s ass with a loud crack that made the blow sound so much harder than it had been. For half a second, he froze, shocked at himself, the words he’d meant to say dead on his tongue. But in the next beat, Fal’ran buried his face in the mattress with a loud moan and Patrick knew his instincts had been right.
“No more of that.” Patrick roughly massaged the spot he’d slapped, relishing the swell of Fal’ran’s ass filling out his palm. “Hold still. You’ll come on my say so.”
He reached between Fal’ran’s thighs, where the heat of his body had gathered, and brushed his fingers over Fal’ran’s trapped balls. Fal’ran spread his legs with another moan, and Patrick dragged his fingers up. Up over his taint, up to his crack. He slipped his long middle finger between Fal’ran’s cheeks.
Just like before, Fal’ran jolted when Patrick touched his entrance. Shit, Fal’ran was really letting Patrick do this to him. He was begging Patrick to do this to him.
He rubbed experimentally at Fal’ran’s rim, feeling it twitch and clench. When he dipped the tip of his finger inside, Fal’ran’s breath came harder, and his hips rocked again.
“No, no, no.” Patrick bit Fal’ran’s lobe. “You hold still for me.”
“Fuck, Patrick, you tease.” Fal’ran gritted his teeth and stilled his hips. But forcing himself to be still sent his subconscious muscles into overdrive and his rim fluttered as Patrick eased his finger a little farther inside.
“Don’t worry. You’ll get what you want.” Patrick toyed with Fal’ran’s rim and ran his free hand down Fal’ran’s flank. “Have I ever let you down?”
“No,” Fal’ran shook his head and his body loosened against the mattress. “Never.”
The honesty in those two words filled Patrick’s chest, and he closed his eyes as the emotions rushed through him. “I’m gonna give you everything, Fal’ran.”
He sat up, straddling Fal’ran’s lower back to keep him pinned, and reached for the bedside table. He hoped to god Lar’a’s present was what he thought it was. With Fal’ran stretched out on the bed for him, Patrick would walk right up to Serihk and Bryant’s door and ask to borrow theirs if he had to. But he really, really didn’t want to.
To his relief, a pristine, unopened bottle of lube rolled across the drawer’s bottom when Patrick opened it and he plucked the bottle out. He popped it open and took a whiff. Scentless, perfect.
“You know the word to stop me.” Patrick lifted off Fal’ran’s body and moved to kneel between Fal’ran’s spread thighs.
“I’m not gonna fucking say the word,” Fal’ran scoffed. With a jolt, he raised himself onto his elbows and looked back at Patrick’s, his brows furrowed. “Are you?”
Patrick gave Fal’ran a crooked half smile and filled his hand with the globe of Fal’ran’s ass again. “Not a fucking chance.”
“Good.” Fal’ran dropped his head onto his folded forearms. “I’ve wanted this for too long for you to back out now.”
