Page 3 of With the Stars

Peter arched up, rubbing against Minho, trying to push his shoes off. When they hit the floor, Minho pulled back, shoving Peter’s jeans and underwear down his legs and dropping them on the floor. Sliding his hands up Peter’s legs, Minho ran his fingers over Peter’s long rigid shaft, then leaned over and captured Peter’s lips in a demanding kiss. Peter surrendered to it, his body coming alive in a way he’d never experienced before. He knew where this was heading and he was a little unsure, butnot enough to tell Minho to stop. He wanted this as much as Minho.

His reaction surprised him, but Peter was old enough to know that he wouldn’t be this aroused if there wasn’t something between him and Minho. He may not have been with a man before, but this burning need to have Minho had him throwing caution to the wind.

Minho dropped to his knees in front of Peter, caught his eyes, then licked up his dick. Peter curled up, his fingers treading through Minho’s hair. “Minho.”

“Let me do this. Let me make you feel good.”

Minho scraped his fangs on the inside of Peter’s thigh, making Peter shiver. He saw Minho’s eyes glow, a light ring around the edge. It didn’t frighten him. No, it heightened his awareness of the man and made him want more. “Yes.”

Minho kissed his thigh, then mouthed Peter’s balls. Peter groaned, watching Minho watch him. It was erotic, salacious, made Peter’s heart race in his chest, but he couldn’t look away. Minho had captured his attention in less than ten minutes, and in that moment, Peter strangely had no problem with that.

Minho licked his balls, tugged on the wrinkled skin, sucking it into his mouth. Peter quivered, goosebumps breaking out over his skin. When Minho sucked one into his mouth, both men moaned at the same time. It felt good, so good, and Peter had no intention of telling Minho to stop. He might have never been with a man before but what was happening between them he wanted one hundred percent.

Minho laved his balls with his tongue, licking and sucking and mouthing them until Peter trembled with need. When he moved away from them, Peter held his breath, watching Minho’s warm, wet tongue slide up his dick then circle the head.

The spongy head of his dick swelled under Minho’s touch, pre-come dribbling from the slit, and Minho swept it up with histongue, swallowing as his eyes bored into Peter’s. Peter opened his mouth, panting softly, watching Minho circle the head again then suck it into his mouth. Tight heat had Peter tensing, pleasure building, and he lay back on the table, both hands holding Minho’s head in place.

Minho kissed the head of his dick, licked the spongy surface, suckled it, mouthed it. Peter groaned when Minho took him deep, swallowed around him, humming as he pulled up, keeping his lips tight around the hard shaft before dropping down again until his nose was buried in Peter’s short pubes. Peter gasped, groaned, his hands gripping Minho’s head. Thrusting up into warm wet heaven, Peter growled.

Minho pulled up, slid off, and kissed Peter’s shaft. He moved his hands to the back of Peter’s thighs and pushed them up, spreading them wide. Peter grabbed them and held them, held his breath at the same time then released it in a whoosh when Minho flicked his tongue over his asshole.

“So good,” Minho murmured.

“Minho…” Peter arched and moaned when Minho licked his ass, the flat of his tongue running over it repeatedly. Having never had this done before he hadn’t anticipated how amazing it would feel. “More,” he begged, needing to feel Minho’s tongue on his ass again.

Minho grunted, continued licking his ass, sweeping his tongue over it before sliding it inside. Peter tensed at the unfamiliar stretch, then relaxed when Minho’s tongue wriggled before disappearing. Peter held his breath then groaned when Minho slowly fucked his ass with his tongue. His body trembled, tensing and relaxing then tensing again, riding the waves of pleasure Minho was creating in him.

In and out, making Peter’s mind scramble, his body bow. Sweat broke out over his heated skin, his hands scrambling on the table as Minho pushed him higher and higher. A fingerpushed inside, causing Peter to hold his breath then cry out when it found something inside him that made his body shake. “Minho…”

“Prostate. Just wait. It gets better.”

Two fingers pushed in deep and rubbed his prostate, and Peter shuddered, his body burning up. It hurt, but that soon disappeared under the onslaught of sensation he hadn’t felt before, and when a third finger pushed inside, Peter panted, waiting for the burn to disappear.

Minho used his fingers, stretching him, fucking him, and when they pulled free, Peter whined in displeasure. He heard movement, felt something cold on his ass that made him gulp, then there was more pushing. Something thicker pushed inside and Peter cried out, his ass feeling like it was being stretched too far, arching up off the table to push Minho away, then Minho’s lips were there, taking Peter’s own in a hot, dirty, kiss.

Peter sank back on the table, his hands grabbing Minho’s arms. “Minho.”

“I’ve got you. I’m going to make you feel so good, Peter. Going to make you mine.”

Peter closed his eyes and pulled Minho’s lips back to his own and surrendered to Minho’s touch. “Yes. Do it. Make me yours.”

Chapter Three

So hot. So hot and tight, and Peter’s body shook beneath him. His ragged breathing reached Minho’s ears and he held still, conscious that this was Peter’s first time. Their mouths ate each other’s, licking and biting, each dominating the kiss.

When Peter’s ass loosened, Minho pulled out then slid back inside, setting up a slow steady pace. This was his mate’s first time and Minho didn’t want to hurt him. He knew there would be some pain but he wasn’t going to cause Peter any more.

Peter’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, keeping him close, their mouths fused together. Minho moaned, his breathing ragged, his hips moving faster, harder, even when he tried to go slow. Being with his mate after all these years made his control threadbare, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before it snapped.

The sounds Peter made urged Minho on, and his threadbare control slipped away. He plunged into Peter’s ass time and time again, Peter arching up, moving with him, their bodies moving in sync. Peter’s hands scrambled on his skin, reaching up andtugging Minho’s hair so he could kiss him deeper. Minho let him, let his mate touch and squeeze, scratch his back.

The sounds he made, the way his body moved, had Minho going up in flames. Pushing a hand between their straining bodies, he grabbed Peter’s dick, tugging it, sliding the soft skin over the hard flesh, feeling Peter’s body shake. Peter bit Minho’s lip, making it bleed, and Minho growled in response.

Dick hard, balls tight, Minho fucked Peter, pushing them both closer to their orgasm. Peter wailed, his body bowing, and wet heat covered Minho’s hand. Peter’s ass clenched around Minho’s dick and he groaned, body shaking, his own orgasm flowing over him. The world disappeared around the edges. The only thing existing was the unbelievable pleasure consuming him until everything vanished in ecstasy.

Opening his eyes, Minho lifted his head and looked down at Peter. He lay still, limp, his breathing ragged, his skin damp and flushed with heat. Minho kissed him softly, pleased when he heard a soft moan escape Peter’s lips. When Peter opened his eyes, Minho stared into them, swept away by the intensity in their depths. The blue so deep and strong, and Minho couldn’t look away.

“Minho.” His name murmured so softly Minho couldn’t help but kiss Peter’s wet plump lips. Peter returned his kiss, sighing softly as their lips touched. Minho licked his way into Peter’s mouth, twining their tongues together, sharing air between them.

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