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Patrick cupped Fal’ran’s neck. The muscles and tendons flexed under his palm and Fal’ran’s pulse fluttered against his thumb. “I just don’t want…” To get hurt. To hurt Fal’ran. Or worse, “To hold you back.”
“You wouldn’t do that.” Fal’ran shook his head, rocking their foreheads together.
Patrick traced his thumb down the column of Fal’ran’s throat and along his collarbone. “Not intentionally.” God, the man was beautiful. Patrick wanted to replace his thumb with his tongue. And hell, Fal’ran was here, talking about how much he still wanted to make Patrick come, so he did.
Fal’ran groaned as Patrick licked into the hollow of his throat. “Does this mean you’re done fighting this?”
The restlessness Patrick got before rappelling out a low-atmosphere ship roiled through his stomach. He dragged his tongue up Fal’ran’s collarbone to the collar of his shirt. When he rappelled, he had the safety of a rope holding him up and his brothers-in-arms all around him. Now all he had was Fal’ran, who was both the rope he clung to and the ground he hurtled toward.
He didn’t know if he’d land on his feet, but he realized now that he’d jumped out of that ship a long time ago.
“I’m done fighting this.” Patrick stretched Fal’ran’s collar over his shoulder to lick and suck along the muscle. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the taste of Fal’ran’s smooth skin, clean and crisp from his shower. “I’m so fucking done.”
“Thank god.” Fal’ran planted his hand on the wall behind Patrick’s head and rolled his thigh up against Patrick’s groin, making him groan. “You insanely stubborn son of a bitch.”
Fal’ran yanked Patrick’s head up with his other hand and slotted their mouths together. Patrick wrapped his arms around Fal’ran’s neck as Fal’ran consumed him, the hard press of his tusks an intoxicating counterpart to the softness of his lips and tongue. When Patrick rocked himself against Fal’ran’s thigh, Fal’ran made a guttural sound in his throat and rewarded him with another roll.
“Fuck, finally, I’ve been so sick of being patient,” Fal’ran growled against his lips as he bounced his thigh for Patrick to ride. “Do you have any idea the number of ways I’ve pictured having you?”
Of course, he didn’t. Patrick panted into Fal’ran’s mouth as he rutted against him, his entire body trembling. He didn’t even know how many ways there were to have someone. But he wanted to.
“I’m not going to treat you like a blushing virgin.” Fal’ran dropped his hands to Patrick’s ass and forced him to ride his thigh harder. “Even if you are one.”
“Fuck—” Patrick gasped as Fal’ran dug his fingers into his ass and rolled Patrick up against him. The treacherous heat of a blush burned his face. “Fuck you.”
“That’s definitely one of the ways.” Fal’ran stripped off their shirts and threw them in a corner before Patrick’s brain processed even half the idea that Fal’ran had pictured Patrick fucking him. Fal’ran pressed their bare skin together and Patrick never processed the second half. “I’ve been thinking you didn’t get my best work last time, though.”
“What are you—” Patrick slammed his head back when Fal’ran latched onto his nipple, sucking and nipping without warning. Sparks of pleasure and pain shot through his small bud as it hardened under Fal’ran’s attention.
Everywhere the man put his mouth, Patrick marveled distantly, whimpering when Fal’ran laved his tongue over his swollen nipple. Everywhere the man put his mouth made Patrick’s knees weak and his cock kick.
He ran his hands into Fal’ran’s hair, pulling and twisting the thick locks as Fal’ran teased him with the tip of his tongue. “God, you’re good.”
Fal’ran’s hum of pleasure vibrated through him. “Fuck yeah, I am.”
He dropped to his knees, and Patrick’s cock strained to stand at attention for him. Patrick remembered this. He untangled one of his hands from Fal’ran’s hair and undid the tie of his sleeping pants. He remembered this, and he wanted it again so badly.
Fal’ran tore his pants to his ankles the second Patrick loosened the knot. “I knew you’d be wet for me.” He lunged forward and mouthed over the head of Patrick’s cock through his underwear.
Patrick groaned in anticipation as much as at Fal’ran licking at him through the fabric. He stared down at the younger man as he tangled his fingers back in his hair. He’d tried not to, he’d tried so hard, but despite himself, he’d replayed the memory of Fal’ran on his knees with his cock down his throat a thousand times in the past two days.
“Fuck, Fal’ran, come on.” Patrick tugged at Fal’ran’s hair as Fal’ran nosed along the outline of his cock. “Get your goddamn mouth on me.”
Patrick thought Fal’ran would fight him on principle, or at least smirk and mock. Instead, a shiver wracked his muscular body. He yanked down Patrick’s underwear and fell on his cock without a word.
“Oh god, yes, fuck, like that.”
Nothing. Nothing in the entire galaxy could feel as good as that. Patrick’s fingers kneaded Fal’ran’s scalp as Fal’ran worked his cock into his mouth. The intense heat, the wet and the slick and the suction and more than that, the view of Fal’ran’s lips stretched around his girth with his tusks bracketing his cock.
He hadn’t been able to enjoy it the last time. He’d been too shocked and overwhelmed, too scared and raw from what had happened, but now he could. Fal’ran pulled back to press the flat of his tongue along the sensitive underside of Patrick’s cock and he moaned, sinking back against the wall.
He could enjoy it all with nothing interfering. In the privacy of his own room, with the whole night ahead of them, he could pull on Fal’ran’s hair and trace his thumb along his swollen lips and just feel.
His eyelids drooped low as he watched Fal’ran bob over him and flood his system with dizzy pleasure. Each twist of his tongue, each press of his lips, the rippling grip of his throat when he swallowed around him with desperate grunts of effort, each sensation wound Patrick up tighter and tighter in a way that couldn’t last but he never wanted to end.
Soft moans fell from his lips on every pant as he thrust shallowly into Fal’ran’s welcoming heat. An answering groan vibrated along his length and Fal’ran shuffled closer, his own hips twitching and rocking, bouncing his cock against his loose sleep pants. A drop of Fal’ran’s precum darkened the fabric over his tip and Patrick’s mouth watered.
“Get up.” Patrick tugged on Fal’ran’s hair again. When Fal’ran whined and shuffled closer, he cupped Fal’ran’s jaw and pulled him off his cock. “Get on your feet, Fal’ran.”
