Page 101 of D'Vaire or Nothing
“Help me fold the bedspread down.”
“Ugh,fine,” Seltivare said, struggling to aid his mate. As a team, they pushed the coverlet out of the way, and Seltivare flung the throw pillows onto the couch where Ashby had already spent his last night. The second Ashby rested his knee on the sheets, Seltivare grabbed his waist and yanked him close.
Ashby grunted as he fell onto Seltivare. “I never thought I’d say this to you, but maybe a little less enthusiasm?”
Laughing, Seltivare pressed his mouth to Ashby’s. As far as Seltivare was concerned, the time to chat was over. Thankfully, Ashby was on the same page. His tongue touched Seltivare’s top lip, and he opened for his soon-to-be lover. Now that Seltivare had Ashby alone and where he wanted him, Seltivare’s impatience evaporated.
They had the entire night to please each other. As long as Ashby didn’t run from the room, Seltivare was prepared to take things as slow as the hybrid wanted. So, Seltivare offered no complaint as Ashby settled his frame comfortably on top of him and they shared kiss after kiss.
The azalea scent that was both sweet and spicy to Seltivare’s senses delighted him as his blood heated. Languidness stole through him, and he shifted his hips with onlyenough vigor to ensure Ashby’s length was close to his as they both hardened. There was no need to grind against him. Friction was the enemy if Seltivare wanted to last long enough to have Ashby inside him.
“Do you want me to put on some music or light some candles?” Ashby whispered.
“Not if it means letting you go.”
Thankfully, the lights in the room were on, so Seltivare could see Ashby’s beautiful smile seconds before the hybrid recaptured his mouth. Seltivare longed to familiarize himself with everything about Ashby’s body, so he coasted his palms down his back and even dared to squeeze the firm cheeks of his ass.
Ashby didn’t complain. In fact, the druid-jaguar growled a little instead. It fueled the fire steadily growing within Seltivare. His balls were aching, but it wasn’t in a fevered way pushing him toward release. Not yet anyway.
For now, Seltivare could enjoy his hardness and the rigid cock next to his own. It was their combined passion making the strokes of Ashby’s tongue so vigorous, and Seltivare eagerly matched his vigor. This was what he’d ached for since the day they met. To revel in the desire that sparked to life whenever their lips touched. Or if Ashby smiled at him in a certain way. It took surprisingly little for Ashby to turn Seltivare on.
“Let’s get under the sheet,” Ashby whispered.
Seltivare nodded and scrambled to get between the cool layers of fabric. For a second, Seltivare feared Ashby was leaving him alone again. But Seltivare grinned a second later. Ashby had shifted to grab the lube out of the nearby nightstand.
Pleased and excited, Seltivare decided he was ready to start unwrapping his man. He tugged on Ashby’s T-shirt until it bunched up. Thankfully, Ashby whipped it off.
“Can I take off your tunic?” asked Ashby.
“Of course.”
Seltivare raised his arms above his head and sat up enough that Ashby could lift the shirt. The elf’s hair fluttered onto his forehead as Ashby flicked the tunic onto the floor. The floral chain of Ashby’s mating necklace gleamed, and Seltivare reached out to touch the smooth skin of his chest. Ashby sucked in a breath as Seltivare’s fingers settled into his waistband and he unbuttoned the hybrid’s jeans.
“I bet your underwear is green,” Seltivare said as he smiled at Ashby.
“Nope, I picked blue for your eyes today. No playing around. Pull my jeans and boxers down so I can get you out of your pants. I want to play with your hole.”
Seltivare’s cock twitched at Ashby’s order. Without complaint, he did as he was asked and grinned as he revealed his prize. Although he desperately wanted to play with Ashby’s dick, he had an eternity with the hybrid. Surely Ashby would allow him to do what he wanted with the long length he had unveiled. The head of Ashby’s beautiful prick was an angry red, and Seltivare yearned for a taste.
“Stop licking your lips; you can suck me off later,” Ashby said as he took over the task of wiggling out of his jeans and undies. The second he’d pulled them past his feet, Ashby reached for Seltivare’s waistband with such exuberance that the elf squeaked in surprise. It wasn’t a protest though. Ashby was welcome to his body.
The cool air of the room did nothing to wilt Seltivare’s erection—especially since Ashby’s gaze was focused on his cock and his eyes were so dark and dilated with passion that the brown was nearly invisible.
“You’re so beautiful,” Ashby whispered.
“Not as lovely as you,” Seltivare argued.
Ashby kissed Seltivare hard, then snuggled next to him on the mattress. Grabbing the lube, Ashby poured some on his fingers. Mesmerized, Seltivare watched as Ashby rubbed them together to warm the liquid.
“Leg up on my hip, okay?”
“I can stretch farther if you need the room,” Seltivare promised as he sprawled on his mate.
“Really?”
“Yes, I didn’t know how flexible I was,” Seltivare revealed. “But…b-b-but…I…”
Seltivare’s train of thought abruptly disappeared as Ashby traced his hole.
