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Patrick stared down at him as the moment dragged on and Fal’ran cringed. Maybe—
But then a growl as rough and deep as any klah’eel’s ripped from Patrick’s throat. The human grabbed Fal’ran’s hips, spun him around, and shoved him against the lockers. “Is that from me?”
Patrick wrapped a calloused, possessive palm around his length, and Fal’ran slammed his head back against the metal. He clenched his jaw to hold back the tide of pleasure clawing him under.
“Did you get this hard and wet from sucking me off, Fal’ran?” Patrick stroked him roughly and grabbed his balls with his other hand.
“Yes,” Fal’ran gasped. He’d never been coy. He’d tell Patrick how fucking hard he made him as many times as he wanted to hear it. He drove himself into Patrick’s tight grip, too far gone to care about friction. “Fuck, I want you.”
“You’ll get what I give you.” Patrick kissed up his neck and along his jaw. He pulled Fal’ran’s balls down and away from his body and massaged them in his palm. “These are throbbing, aren’t they?”
Fal’ran nodded rapidly. “Yes.”
“You want to come, Fal’ran?” Patrick panted into his ear before kissing and nipping it. Fal’ran groaned, his thighs trembling. Patrick wanted him. He felt it in the shake of his hands and smelled it in the smoky affection of his rain and leather scent.
“Please.” Fal’ran grabbed Patrick’s sides, kneading his ribs. He rocked his hips to chase the intensity of Patrick’s hands on him, rough and basic, but so commanding it had Fal’ran on a knife edge. “Please, Patrick.”
“Oh god, Fal’ran.” Patrick’s voice cracked, and he nuzzled into the hollow behind Fal’ran’s ear and inhaled deeply. Patrick didn’t have a klah’eel’s nose, but whatever he smelled made him shudder. “Fal’ran, fuck, I thought you’d died.”
Pain lanced through Fal’ran’s heart. “I didn’t.” He slid his hands up Patrick’s flanks to cup the sides of his neck. “I didn’t, I’m right here.”
“I’ve never been so scared.” Patrick worked him with strong, insistent pulls from root to tip that smeared Fal’ran’s precum down his length. “I’ve been in two wars, Fal’ran, and you fucking terrified me.”
“I’m sorry.” Fal’ran closed his eyes. Guilt burned his throat, but it was hard to be sorry with Patrick rocketing pleasure up and down his spine. “Patrick, please, I’m sorry.”
“You bastard.” Patrick dropped his forehead to Fal’ran’s shoulder, and Fal’ran’s cock kicked when he realized Patrick was staring down at it. Knowing those bright blue eyes gazed down at one of his most intimate parts as he dripped and throbbed made Fal’ran’s balls pull up tight. “I wanna see you come, Fal’ran.”
Fal’ran made a strangled sound. Fuck, that wouldn’t take much. He couldn’t see through the haze of pleasure. He drowned in Patrick’s scent and the obscene sounds of Patrick tugging his cock and the taste of the man on his tongue. Oh god, would he get to come on him?
He whined and rolled his head back and forth as he pictured it. His cum shooting from his cock like a geyser, coating Patrick’s muscled belly, covering him in his scent so every klah’eel for miles would smell it on him. Patrick letting him.
“Patrick.” Fal’ran bunched the straps of Patrick’s tank in his fists. “I wanna come on you, please—” Patrick’s grip spasmed tighter and Fal’ran bucked up into it with a cry. “Fuck, please, I want to see it.”
“Damn it, Fal’ran.” Patrick released Fal’ran and stripped his tank off. In half a second, he returned, grabbing Fal’ran’s leaking cock and hefting his balls in his hand again. “This what you want?” He pressed his forehead to Fal’ran’s, and they both watched as more precum gushed from Fal’ran’s tip.
God damn, but Patrick Smith was gorgeous, his torso broad and muscled, his abs twitching and jumping, his calloused hands on him. Fal’ran wrapped his arms around Patrick’s neck again, wanting to absorb him as he pumped his hips through his fist. “Yeah, fuck yeah.”
“Come on me, Fal’ran. Give it to me. Give me everything.” Patrick sped up his pulls and crawled the hand on his balls farther back.
“Patrick, oh fuck.” Fal’ran chased his peak. Finally. After aching for this man for a fucking month, he finally had him. Fuck, he was gonna come. His hips tightened and tightened and tightened.
“That’s it, that’s so good, Fal’ran. Keep going.”
A whine tore from Fal’ran’s throat. “Patrick.”
“You’re almost there, don’t stop.” Patrick reached past Fal’ran’s balls. “Don’t stop.”
When Patrick pressed two fingers against his taint, Fal’ran’s vision whited out with pleasure.
“Patrick!”
His voice echoed, bouncing off metal and concrete, a ragged yell followed by another and another. His cock pulsed. Relief flooded his thighs. Simple, overwhelming pleasure coursed through his veins, clearing away the festering angst of existence.
“Patrick.”
He opened his eyes, and his cock gave a satisfied twitch at the sight of his own white cum smeared over Patrick’s hand and painted across his belly. God, yes, that was the smell he wanted. Patrick’s rain and leather tangled up so tightly with his own that floating in his post orgasmic bliss, it seemed like they’d never come undone.
“You alright there?” Patrick’s clean hand tipped his jaw up to look at him, his sparkling blue eyes soft.
