Page 73 of Forget Me Not

Ray swallowed, sugar with that hint of human musk, sweat and simple syrup, then looked up. “Was it like this the first time?”

“No.” Cal tried to push Ray back down, but surrendered easily with a small huff. “Two years,” he reminded Ray. “It was more of an explosion… or a series of them, over the course of one night.”

Ray put his nose to the crease of Cal’s hip and breathed in deep. “I’m…”

“If you say ‘sorry’ right now…” Cal pulled on Ray’s hair. “Come here.”

“I’m not sorry. I’m… confused,” Ray grumbled, but raised his head.

Cal crooked a finger. “Here, please.”

He laughed again when Ray obeyed. Ray gave up trying to understand him and just kissed him, one hand at Cal’s neck, the other trying to keep his weight from crushing Cal’s smaller body. Cal threw a leg over him to pull Ray down, unconcerned with being crushed, then rolled his hips until Ray growled and forced him to stop.

“Come on,” Cal begged, then ordered, when Ray ducked his head to kiss down his throat again, tasting where he couldn’t bite. “Don’t need an explosion,” Cal explained. Despite how he didn’t want to be hurt, he had no problems digging his fingernails into Ray’s back. “Just want you to feel good.”

Ray opened his mouth to feel Cal under his teeth, how Cal went still for a moment and breathed harder and said, “Ray,“ as though he was thinking of changing his mind. Ray gave him a kiss instead, sucking a bruise that would fade and then scraping his teeth lightly over that. The chocolate scent was darker, deeper,hot. Cal turned his head to offer the other side of his neck, murmured, “Lube’s in the drawer if you need it,” then reached for it himself.

With a snarl for the chemical scent that he did not want between them, Ray crawled back down to get Cal’s cock in his mouth, pinning one of Cal’s flailing hands and growling until Cal slipped his other hand into Ray’s hair.

This was where the scent and flavor were indistinguishable.SexandCal,fuckingandaffectionwet on Ray’s tongue and loud in his ears because Cal was…

…yelling at him but gasping, flexing his hand in Ray’s hair while Ray tasted him without finesse or any interest in drawing it out. He wanted to taste Cal’s spunk again, and the rest of him if Cal would allow, at some point, when Callalily wasn’t scolding him while also thrusting into his mouth.

Cal didn’t smell angry or hurt. He tasted ofCalandfairyandneed. His words were human, and Ray tried to mind that, to understand what was meant by, “You dork,” and “Ah, fuck,yes,“ but Cal’s scent was peaches and rum, tart baked apples, and Ray was starving.

Cal’swantsank into Ray’s skin, made him finally hold the little fairy body down to suck as he pleased, until a hand pulled tight at his hair and a pretty voice cried out and then sweet-salty come flooded Ray’s mouth and filled his throat.

Ray swallowed until it was gone, and cleaned every remaining trace with his tongue, and then buried his face in soft hair and breathed in.

Sated/pleasure/love.

Mate.

Not even pain could keep the ruff of satisfaction out of the thought.

Mine. Tasty mate.Sweet One.Mine.

“Ray?”

Ray snapped his head up and stared blankly at Sweet One who was on his back and panting, watching Ray with a look Ray wasn’t in his mind enough to read.

“Do you have big dumb wolf brain right now?” Sweet One asked, but seemed to know the answer. He reached, stretched really, toward the stand by the side of the bed, pulled open the drawer, and slapped his hand around until he found what he was looking for. He squeezed lube into his palm, flung the tube itself to the floor, and rubbed his hands together before smearing lubricant all over his stomach and hip. “Come on,” he invited, amused and resigned and still warmly aroused, at least in his scent. “Make me smell like you.”

Ray had his face in his hair, nose to his ear, in moments. Cal shoved at Ray’s boxers, which were sticky and clinging stubbornly until Ray reached down to tear them away. Sweet One laughed for that, too, tired, amused noises against Ray’s shoulder until Ray started to thrust into the slickness smeared all over the Cal’s stomach. He wasn’t muscular, Sweet One, Cal.Callalily. He was supple and he would smell of ripe apples where Ray was rubbing against him, and now also of Ray, and the annoying,empty/not emptylube scent.

Pinned down, scent as heavy as summer fruit, Cal was growing hard again. He was warm and soft, and he wrapped one slippery hand around Ray’s cock and stroked him mercilessly until Ray shoved him down to spill all over the cinnamon and dark rum that should have been berries or bubblegum, but weren’t because Sweet One had teeth too.

Cal made a sound, pleased, smug, and Ray shuddered before turning his head to capture the point of one ear between his teeth. He did not bite down. Cal nearly purred anyway.

“Raymond.”

Ray let go to snuffle into Cal’s hair again, and then lie on top of him to catch his breath. At least until the body underneath him started to wriggle, and then Ray was lightly swatted on the back of his head.

Ray shuffled over onto his side, then pulled his pretty Callalily against him so he could breathe in more of him. Sweet One smelled of seed now, and Ray’s spit, and sweat, and Ray himself. Ray’s shampoo.Ray’s.

“Big dumb wolf brain,” Cal sighed. “It happens sometimes when the smells get to you. Flattering, in a way.”

Ray grumbled into the back of his neck, let Cal feel his teeth, but only just.

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