Page 35 of Catching Flynn

Flynn’s throat worked. “That’s very rude to say while I’m sitting here half naked and underprepared.”

Zavier hooked his fingers in Flynn’s waistband and drew him closer until Flynn’s knees framed his hips. “Then let me fix that.”

With a soft sound, Flynn leaned in and kissed him again. The mattress dipped as Zavier eased him back onto it, stretching over him without dropping his full weight. He kept the contact deliberate—chest to chest, thigh between Flynn’s legs, one hand sliding under Flynn’s back to unhook him from the bed and hold him there while their mouths moved together.

Flynn moaned more openly now. Little helpless sounds. Wet breaths. A startled gasp when Zavier sucked gently at his bottom lip and then soothed it with his tongue.

“Zavier,” Flynn whispered.

The sound of his name from Flynn’s mouth went straight to his dick.

He kissed down Flynn’s throat, slower again, giving himself time to breathe through the urge to strip him bare all at once. At the hollow of Flynn’s throat, he lingered. At his collarbone, he kissed and licked. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked lightly until Flynn arched under him with a broken moan and his fingers tightened in Zavier’s hair.

“Fuck,” Flynn breathed. “That—fuck.”

Zavier smiled against his skin and worshipped the other one too, using his hand to stroke down Flynn’s side, amazed by how narrow his waist felt under his palm. His mate squirmed beautifully, laughing once under his breath at himself when his hips jerked up.

“So much for cool,” Flynn said, voice thin.

“You were never cool.”

“That’s hateful.”

The insult dissolved into a gasp when Zavier dragged his hand lower and palmed Flynn through his sweats. Hard already. Heat soaked through the fabric. Zavier groaned, forehead pressing briefly to Flynn’s ribs while his own cock strained painfully behind his fly.

He wanted all of him.

Working Flynn’s pants down inch by inch, Zavier kissed the skin he uncovered. His hipbone. The soft place just below his navel. The lean inside of his thigh. Flynn’s breathing turned ragged above him. Every time Zavier got close to his cock and then moved elsewhere, Flynn made a frustrated little sound that made Zavier’s mouth twitch.

“Mean,” Flynn muttered.

Zavier looked up from between his thighs. “I’m admiring.”

“You can admire faster.”

A laugh left him then, low and helpless. He pulled Flynn’s sweats and underwear off fully and sat back for one burning second just to look.

Flynn’s cock stood flushed and hard against his stomach, damp at the tip. His thighs parted for Zavier without hesitation, slim and tense, and the sight of all that bare skin spread on Flynn’s bed nearly drove him feral. Zavier ran both hands up his legs, slow, feeling the muscles jump under his palms.

“So fucking pretty,” he said, mostly to himself.

Flynn covered his face with one hand. “I was hoping nudity would make me more eloquent. It has not.”

Zavier caught his wrist and kissed the inside of it. “You don’t need eloquence.”

Then he bent and licked a stripe up Flynn’s cock.

Flynn’s whole body jolted. A sharp gasp broke out of him, followed by a helpless moan when Zavier did it again, slower this time, savoring the taste. He mouthed the head, sucked lightly, then flattened his tongue underneath and listened to Flynn unravel above him.

“Holy shit,” Flynn said weakly.

Zavier loved that Flynn couldn’t stop talking even now. He loved the tremor in Flynn’s thighs when he opened his mouth and took him deeper. He loved the way Flynn’s hand came to his hair and then immediately loosened, as if remembering himself.

No need for that distance. Zavier wrapped his fingers around Flynn’s hip and held him still while he sucked him with patient, deep pulls. Wet sounds filled the room. Flynn’s breathing turned into a string of gasps and wrecked little moans, the mattress shifting under him every time his body arched.

“Zavier, fuck, that feels—” Flynn cut off on a broken sound.

Heat coiled harder in Zavier’s gut. He loved making him fall apart. Loved the taste of pre-cum on his tongue. Loved the sight of Flynn’s stomach pulling tight with strain, his chest heaving, his cock sliding hot and heavy over Zavier’s tongue.