Page 48 of The Missing Sentinel
“It is fine if you wish to come; we have all night.”
Drexley glared. “My patience will not wait that long.”
With a huff, Ducarius grabbed the oil and rolled so that they were on their sides facing each other. Ducarius grabbed Drexley just above his knee and lifted his leg to rest on his own hip. It exposed Drexley’s hole, and he toyed with Ducarius’s untidy hair as Ducarius dipped his fingers into the pouch.
Their lips met, and Drexley let out a pleased moan that ended on a long exhale as Ducarius traced his center. Although Drexley had recently grown addicted to touching himself in the same manner, it was far more intense with Ducarius stroking him. Ducarius slid one digit into Drexley, and he sighed.
It was marvelous. There was no room for thinking or worrying. In that moment, Drexley was lost in sensation. He was surrounded by Ducarius’s unique scent, his mouth was locked ina searing kiss, and his heart thudded deeply in his chest as desire flooded him. Sweat dotted his skin, and Drexley silently vowed to devote ample time to making love with Ducarius in the future.
Desperate to ensure Ducarius was equally enraptured, Drexley whispered, “How can I please you?”
“You already are,” Ducarius said as he slipped another slick finger into Drexley’s hole. “Just relax and feel.”
“My feelings are overwhelming, but I cannot begin to relax.”
“Good, we must be doing this correctly.”
Frankly, Drexley could not imagine how they could do any better. Then Ducarius touched something inside him that nearly had him jumping off the bed.
“What was that?” Drexley asked, shocked at the intensity of the pleasure. “Do it again.”
“It is your prostate. Do you like it?”
“No, I love it. Why have you not touched it again?”
To Drexley’s joy, Ducarius rubbed it a second time, and Drexley’s breath caught. His cock throbbed, and he again feared he would end things prematurely. But he did not want Ducarius to stop either. And thankfully he did not. Instead, he teased Drexley with every few strokes as he pumped his fingers in and out of him.
It was bliss. And agony.
Drexley was dragged precariously close to the edge, and Ducarius’s name fell from his lips in barely more than a whimper.
“Breathe, love. It will be okay.”
Ducarius stopped toying with Drexley’s prostate but worked another digit inside him. While it was pleasant, Drexley was no longer in danger of losing control. It gave him a few moments to fill his greedy lungs with oxygen.
A second later, Drexley growled as Ducarius ended their kiss.
“Why?” Drexley asked. “I want your mouth.”
“You will have it. But I need to fuck you.”
“Should I…how do you…or I suppose where should I…?”
Ducarius pulled his arm away and rolled onto his back. “Climb up and over me.”
It was irritating that Ducarius oiled his own shaft, but Drexley refused to argue. He was desperate to find fulfillment, and if he touched Ducarius’s lovely prick, he doubted he would let go of it before the sun rose. Instead, Drexley allowed Ducarius to have his way and straddled his mate.
Bracing himself by splaying his fingers on Ducarius’s firm and beautiful chest, Drexley was spared any moment of awkwardness. One of Ducarius’s palms landed on his waist to steady him. With his free hand, Ducarius guided his cock so it was nestled against Drexley’s stretched hole.
“Move slowly down, and if you hate it, stop immediately. We can find another way to fuck.”
Drexley was beyond finding any more words, so he quickly nodded as he flexed his thighs and drifted toward Ducarius’s lap. The head of Ducarius’s prick spread him wide. Their eyes locked, and Drexley focused on both the affection and desire in Ducarius’s gaze.
With shared grins, they celebrated Ducarius conquering the first barrier inside Drexley. Ducarius slid further into him, and Drexley was already addicted to the other sentinel’s incredible heat. Then he decided it was pointless to narrow it down to a single thing he loved. Drexley enjoyed the thickness and full feeling of being joined in such an intimate way too much to pick one favorite.
It was tempting to increase his speed, but it would distress Ducarius, so Drexley continued his glacial progress untilhe finally felt the tickle of the springy dark hair of Ducarius’s groin on his backside.
“Take all the time you need to adjust. When ready, choose whatever speed feels natural,” Ducarius insisted, his words gruff because he’d barely refrained from unclenching his jaw.
