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Dennis moaned an agreement. “Oh god, yes.” He humped up harder, pressing every inch of himself that he could to his mate. He could feel the moment Bjorn’s dick grew granite-hard, and his hardened in response as Bjorn’s began to pulse against him, wet heat spreading between their bodies. It was a matter of seconds before Dennis was adding to the mess, both of them shuddering deeply through their orgasms.

Bjorn dropped his head to Dennis’s shoulder and heaved out a breath. “Holy shit.” The words came out choppy.

Dennis grinned at nothing and patted Bjorn’s shoulder. He was…happy? Yeah, he was downright happy. Wow, who knew? “Agreed, big guy. Holy shit.” If all sex between them was going to be like that, maybe Dennis should bond with him and lock the guy down as soon as possible. Because…damn.

Just, damn.

21

Bjorn

They snuggled on the couch in the aftermath of their lovemaking, eventually cleaning up and then remembering to actually turn on the movie that had been queued. They watched through Beauty and the Beast, but by the time Beast transformed back into a human, Dennis was dozing with his head on Bjorn’s shoulder. Bjorn was loath as hell to wake his mate up, but on the other hand, if they slept like they were, they were both going to wake up with sore necks, at best.

He ran a light hand down Dennis’s back and whispered, “Den?”

Dennis smacked his lips and flapped a hand at him, eyes staying firmly closed. “No.”

Bjorn felt his lips twitch. He’d known his mate wasn’t a morning person, but apparently he just wasn’t a ‘waking up’ person, either. “Time to go to bed,” he tried. “There’s a big, comfy bed right in the other room for you.”

Dennis grunted. “Warm.” He yanked on Bjorn’s arm that he had been leaning against, dragging it around himself.

“Bed is warm too,” Bjorn cajoled. “Come on, five second walk and then you can snuggle in bed for eight hours.”

Dennis grumbled some more, but deigned to open an eye and study him. “Promise?” Then the eye shut again.

Bjorn sighed. “I could carry you, if you don’t want to walk,” he bargained. “But trust me, you don’t want to spend the night sleeping upright on a couch.” He’d done that a few times when he got really into work and forgot to go to bed. It never ended well the next morning.

Dennis wrapped himself more tightly in Bjorn’s arm and snored theatrically. Where had this snuggly mate been for the past week? They’d been sharing a bed every night, and yes, sometimes they woke up spooning, but Dennis had never shown this level of frank interest in being wrapped up in Bjorn. Was it the sex? Had they broken through some sort of affection barrier?

Fuck it, Bjorn decided. He pried himself out from under his mate and stood, then bent down to scoop Dennis into a princess carry. Dennis flailed wildly and Bjorn got a good smack on his ear for his trouble. “Ouch,” he hissed, tightening his grip on Dennis. Dropping his mate would definitely not make a good impression.

Dennis snorted completely awake, startling in Bjorn’s arms. “What the fuck?”

“We’re going to bed,” Bjorn informed him.

“Together?”

Bjorn considered that. A good man would probably offer to take the couch, since Dennis was too sleepy to make solid decisions.

He wasn’t a good man, as it turned out. “Together,” he confirmed confidently.

“Mmkay.” And Dennis snuggled into Bjorn’s arms and seemed to go back to sleep again.

That was it, Bjorn was going to sex this man up every damn night if this was what it got him. Oh, what a hardship. Moving carefully, not wanting to trip, he made his way into the bedroom and freed up one hand long enough to pull the covers down. He deposited his passenger on the bed and kissed his forehead. “Sleep well, love.”

Dennis mumbled something incomprehensible and wrapped his arms around a pillow, snuggling into it.

God, how had he gotten so lucky as to have the fates send him this wonderful man? Unable to help his smile, Bjorn shook his head and circled the bed to climb in on the other side.

***

When his alarm went off the next morning, Bjorn was pleased to find himself human and his mate safely wrapped in his arms. He wondered if there had been no bear shifts during the night for once, or if Dennis had just climbed back in bed when Bjorn knocked him off.

A weak hand swatted at his arm. "Turn it off."

Oh, right, the alarm. Bjorn reached over with his free hand and flipped his phone, silencing the alarm. "Good morning…mate." Was he living a bit dangerously in calling Dennis that first thing in the morning? Yeah, probably. But he couldn't resist. He had his mate snuggled into his chest. His mate! Was snuggling him!

Dennis's response was a grunt, but he didn't protest otherwise.