Page 98 of Slow Heat
Vale rose from the sofa like a hypnotist’s thrall, aware that he should resist, but powerless to disobey. His feet propelled him to the window. The smell of Jason’s sweat drifting in on the chilly breeze made Vale want to lick him.
“Get on your knees.” Jason’s blue irises shone with purpose.
“Jason…”
“Do it.”
Vale swallowed hard and submitted. The polished brick floor was tough on his knees, but it was a solid presence in the ocean of desire that claimed him. He stared down at the bricks, taking deep breaths and trying to find his sanity, but Jason’s clean sweat filled his nose, and he trembled with need. His skin prickled and burned, a harbinger of the heat to come.
“Show me your dick,” Jason said thickly, as though in a trance.
Vale’s shaking fingers got his pajama pants loose, and he pushed them down around his thighs, baring his cock to the cold air from the window. It didn’t calm his ardor at all. In fact, the breeze’s touch made his cock flex and a bead of pre-come oozed from the slit.
“Oh, wolf-god,” Jason gasped.
“It’s cut.” Vale stared down at his arrow-shaped flesh, a worry creeping into his lustful haze that it was strange. That Jason wouldn’t like it. Another mark against him. Along with so many others.
“I love it. It’s beautiful. Like a flesh mushroom.” Jason’s cheeks flushed deeper. “Your pre-come smells so good. Let me taste it.”
Vale shivered, nipples aching.
“Catch it on your finger. Hold it out to me.”
Vale flicked a glance up, and when he saw Jason’s wide, lust-blow pupils, a whimper wrenched from his throat. He ran his index finger over the tip of his cock, gathering the drop of pre-come, and lifted his shaking hand toward the window.
Jason moaned, taking Vale’s fingers, smelling them first. Then, staring into Vale’s eyes, he sucked his forefinger into his mouth. Vale convulsed all over at the delicious, hot suction and cried out softly. His balls drew up hard and he nearly came on the spot.
Jason closed his eyes, greedy, slurping, and making Vale’s entire finger wet.
“Please,” Vale whispered.
Jason peeled his eyes open and released Vale’s hand. “Finger yourself.”
“I…we…” Vale’s brain scrambled. There was a reason they shouldn’t, a reason why he should make Jason go home—but he couldn’t think of what that was now. He wanted him so badly. The growing bond between them wrapped Vale in weaving threads of pleasure, undeniable and needy.
“Touch your hole. Do it.”
Vale shivered as he pressed his wet finger between his ass cheeks and slid it against the place where he craved Jason’s dick. He moaned as he traced his clenching, wet anus, and more slick rushed out, slipping down his thighs and wetting his hand.
Outside the window, Jason worked open his pants, taking out his beautiful cock to tease the foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head before stroking it slowly. He gazed at Vale, as he jacked himself, his dick sticking in through the open pane.
Instinctively, Vale leaned forward, mouth open, lust consuming him. Jason studied Vale’s needy urgency with hooded eyes as he jerked himself slowly and kept his cock just out of reach of Vale’s seeking mouth. “Get yourself off,” he grunted. “Show me.”
Heat flooded Vale’s neck, face, and ears, and coursed down into his body, making his cock ache and his thighs sweat. His asshole gushed and Jason moaned, leaning his shoulder against the windowsill as he beat himself harder and faster.
“Come for me,” Jason ordered through gritted teeth. “Iwillsee your face again.”
Vale shoved his loose pajama pants down to his knees, his dick slapping up against his stomach. He jerked his t-shirt off over his head, tossing it back into the study. Shivering in the cold air, he shoved two fingers into his asshole as he worked frantically at his cock.
“Fuck,” Jason gasped, eyes roaming over Vale’s body “You’re gorgeous. Perfect. Those tattoos! When did you…oh, god, you’re so hot. Fuck.” He bent at the waist, gripping the windowsill with one hand as he jerked off.
Vale’s biceps were covered in tattoos he’d had inked on during several post-heat rebellions in his late twenties, along with a line of his poetry across his ribs. He’d almost forgotten Jason might have an opinion about them. Pleasure in Jason’s praise surged with the lust in his veins, romping through his body and making him shake.
Jason babbled on, stroking himself. “So hot. Perfect nipples. That fucking treasure trail. Gonna make it all mine. Gonna cover you with my jizz.”
Vale’s pushed his chest forward, dying for Jason’s come, wanting it anxiously. He released his cock to play with his nipples, trailing his slick-wet fingers around the aching nubs. “Do it.”
“Look at me,” Jason commanded. “Show me what my omega looks like when he wants me.”
