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Benny came to terms with just what he was about to do.
His petite mate had been seducing him from the get go, and though he had tried – damn had he tried – to not give in, to keep himself far away from his mate and those supple lips and that gorgeously small body, it seemed like his chaton would always win.
He really hoped Samandriel would not think any less of him for doing something like this. He was adamant to not throw himself head first into it, he wanted to show his mate just how special he was, and just how much Benny appreciated having the chaton in his life.
Samandriel was getting his wish. He was getting what he wanted. And surprisingly, what he wanted was a bear that was crazy with need for his mate. Before going any further, Benny raised his head up and stared right into Samandriel’s eyes, trying to gauge his reaction.
“You going to tell me to stop?” he asked, ready to step off and away from his mate if he had to – though he knew it was going to be the hardest thing to do, especially with the joli chaton tucked under him, looking so delectable.
And he was a starving bear.
Samandriel shook his head, a breathless smile on his lips. “Not on your life,” Benny growled, and Samandriel knew that wasn’t the answer he was expecting, so he rolled his eyes and continued. “If I have to, I will.”
Benny nodded, returning back to his gorgeous mate and kissing and nuzzling his way down the chaton’s body. He dragged the shirt up his mates’ stomach, gasping when he saw Samandriel was completely naked underneath. The feline purred at the attention he was getting, feeling the heat coming off his mate like a wildfire. It made him feel so powerful seeing his mate so lost in his body.
They were perfect for one another, after all.
“You gonna just stare at me, big guy?” Samandriel asked, arching his body up and spreading his legs wide between Benny’s thick thighs. He got up and pulled the shirt up the rest of the way. “Your mate is so wet waiting for you,”
Benny growled, his gaze hazy as he kissed and nuzzled his way down Samandriel’s body, pausing to kiss his pert nipples along the way. His chaton was so small compared to him, so soft and supple and warm. He was getting hard just touching his mate, and he was surprised by just how much he was enjoying the act of running his fingers and his tongue all over his mates skin, sucking and grazing against the flesh. He got a morbid satisfaction from seeing Samandriel’s skin turn a violent red under the wake of his touch.
He relished in the feeling of Samandriel’s nipples hardening under his tongue, and the slick and sweet taste of his sweat. It was making him dizzy with want to do more, to touch more. He wanted to bite down and taste him properly. But instead he kissed and caressed his mates’ body with his mouth.
Samandriel’s moans were like music to his ears, so melodious as he gasped and writhed, breathing heavy and ragged. And then he started purring, a deep vibration that was thick in his chest, vibrating all over his body. The bear in him preened, feeling so smug when he heard his name on his chaton’s lips, felt the feline’s smaller cock harden against his stomach. Oh, he wanted a taste, and he wasn’t going to go anywhere until he was sure his mate was sated and satisfied; until Samandriel forgot everything else but their union.
He reached for his mate’s cock, wrapping his large hand around the shaft and just holding it in his hands. Samandriel keened, whining out his name, body taut as he waited for Benny to move, to do something, anything. But Benny was happy just watching him, still in his movements now. He was going to make his mate lose his mind. And the best way to do that was to make his petite chaton wait.
Samandriel was squirming now, thrusting his body up, arching his back, his hands grasping at Benny’s back, nails digging into his skin. Friction, he wanted friction.
“Please!” he gasped, words failing at just his mate holding him.
Benny smirked, giving Samandriel one long heated look before dipping his head down. He opened his mouth, but stopped just a scant breath away from his mate’s thickening cock. He saw Samandriel squirm again, gasping his name, murmuring pleads and begging for more.
The bear in Benny was not a harsh one, he could never say no to his mate, it said to him. Your mate is priority, so keep your throbbing dick under wraps. He’d get his moment with his mate. He was eager to thrust up into his mate, to fuck into that tight, wet heat until they were both sated. But his mate came first – in more ways than one.
The teasing was done for now. Benny reached forward until his lips were touching the head of Samandriel’s cock, and he opened his mouth, just letting his hot breath moisten his cock. It twitched in anticipation. Samandriel held his breath, groaning and whining so prettily.
Benny grinned, leaning back and licking around the mushroom head of his cock, before taking it back into his mouth. He extended his tongue and laved it over the length of his mates cock. It was much smaller than Benny’s own, but it was proportionate to his petite body. Benny moaned at just how wonderful it felt against his tongue, warm and soft like velvet. He had to get more. Dipping his head down all the way until his nose was squashed against Samandriel’s hip he let out a heavy breath through his nose at the salty sweet taste of his precum. Sucking in a breath, he took in the saltiness, feeling it coat his tongue.
This was what his bear wanted to do. He wanted his mates taste on his tongue, his mates scent deep inside his skin. He demanded it. So he went farther, spearing his tongue and exploring under the hard ridges at the underside of Samandriel’s cock.
His chaton had claws; they were digging deliciously into his head, urging him to go deeper, to move more. Samandriel’s legs were wrapped around his shoulders, slick drenching his chin and his chest. It smelled amazing, and Benny was eager for a taste.
But…he was going to get to that part later.
Right now, he was intent on making Samandriel lose control. His chaton was babbling nonsensical words into the air, but he wasn’t mindless just yet. And that didn’t sit well with Benny. He wanted his mate to never forget this moment. Samandriel had asked for it, and he was going to get it.
Benny sucked harshly, gripping onto Samandriel’s hips and forcing his squirming body still. But the feline was going crazy. Benny growled when, once again, his slickened tail slapped against his cheek. He reached for it, gripping it tight and heard his mate yowl above him. And then he tasted the sweetly salted cum strip his mouth white as his mate came with a gasp of Benny’s name on his lips.
Oh…the tail was sensitive.
But Benny was so not done yet.
He pulled away from Samandriel’s spent cock, watching with fascination as his mate tried to return to earth. His chest was rising and falling with his ragged breath, the apples of his cheeks a stark red against his pale and sweaty skin, his eyes were closed tight in bliss. Body still taut as he rode out his orgasm, feet pointed and fingernails digging into Benny’s shoulders, keeping him right where he wanted to be. All in all, his mate looked sated.
But it wasn’t enough.
Benny pressed a finger to the tip of Samandriel’s spent cock head, pressed his nail ever so lightly along the slit there. Samandriel screamed, tears escaping the corners of his eyes. But he didn’t jerk away.
“Tell me to stop,” Benny offered again, his throat hoarse from sucking in all that sweetness.
Samandriel gasped in gulps of breath, lifting his head up he gave Benny a long, languorous look, his mouth wide.
“Not…not on...your…your life,” he growled out, his purring thick and heavy in the air.
Benny’s eyes widened at the confession. But he was glad for it. He had thought his mate would want to run fast and run far, he had come so violently, and Benny was in no way done with him. But he looked like he had enjoyed that immensely.
Samandriel chuckled, bringing Benny’s attention up to his mirth filled eyes. The chaton gave Benny a Cheshire cat smile. “Think you can get me to cum again?”
“You sure you can take it?” Benny asked, pressing his finger to Samandriel’s slit again, making the feline arch on the bed, head falling back and a moan escaping his lips.
“I’ll take everything,”
The way he said it, with such confidence, with such reverence. Oh fuck, this was his mate! A fresh wave of love and lust enveloped over Benny and he grinned. So this is your skill, oh his joli chaton was all sorts of smart, with his empathetic waves. But two could play that game. And Samandriel was still coherent.
He took one look at his mate’s face, making sure the chaton knew he had an out right now, but Samandriel just gave him a challenging look, serious and so wanton – how the fuck was that even possible? Wanting to wipe that smile off his face – with the sole intention of making him mindless, mind you – he took Samandriel’s weeping cock back into his mouth, going as deep as before.
He was being careful, not wanting his mate to get too over sensitive and feel pain more than pleasure, but it was something else feeling his mate’s cock thicken in his mouth. It pressed against the back of his throat, and almost set off his gag reflex. Samandriel was thrashing over him, groaning and gasping and tugging and pulling at the blankets and pillows that made their nest. He reached a hand down to Benny’s head, stroking his hair and mumbling nonsensical words again, as if he were trying to ground himself to the present instead of whichever space he found himself in.
Benny lapped up the sweetly salted taste once again, sliding the head over his tongue and tightening his lips over the thick shaft spreading his lips. He was eager to get more and more involved with the cock in his mouth, sucking lightly, gently moving his head back and forth and using less force in his sucking. He wasn’t fucking his mate now, no, he was – dare he say it – making love to it.
He looked up to his mate’s face desperate to see what his mate looked like. Oh, his face, the wide ‘o’ of his slick with spit mouth, eyes half lidded and swimming in tears, ears perked right up on his messy dark hair. His chest heaving, and his tail slapping the sheets.
Benny forced himself to not come right there and then. That sight was absolutely the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Instead, he returned his focus back to his mate. Samandriel wanted this, and he was going to get every hour of it. His petite chaton’s skin was so smooth under his fingers, cock hard and slick in his mouth.
The taste…he couldn’t get over the taste.
Samandriel couldn’t help it, he was screaming at the pleasure of it, his voice hoarse from it. Oh, he adored his gorgeous mate, that mouth was like silk, but hot like a furnace. It was so much, but at the same time it wasn’t enough. Samandriel was soaked with his slick, spread wide with those hands on his body, and yet he didn’t feel an ounce of shame. He felt hot, he felt sexy.
He wanted more.
He loved the way Benny was looking up at him, those eyes dark with pleasure, and pure, sweet love. He could even feel the heat of his want, could tell that Benny wanted nothing more than to make him feel good. His thick tongue caressed the bottom of Samandriel’s cock, and the feline lost it.
He still wasn’t sure just how he had gotten hard again so quickly. But that mouth was so wonderful, exerting the perfect amount of pressure. And he looked fucking perfect. So content and happy to just be there, sucking shallow and languidly. His face was so sweet, lips stretched around his shaft, tongue and mouth working perfectly.
Fuck. Oh fuck…
He came again with such ferociousness, he was sure he saw the galaxy behind his eyes. He was going to black out from the pleasure of it all. So much, too much. Not enough!
Benny took great satisfaction in making him come again so quickly, the obvious delight flickered on his face. Thankfully he pulled away, resting his head on Samandriel’s thighs, nose nestled between the crease of his thigh and hips.
“You still with me there, Cherie?” Benny asked, with a smirk.
Oh fuck, if Samandriel hadn’t felt like his brain had melted, he was sure he would reply with a quick witted quip. But all he could come up with was a noise he didn’t even know he could make. It was high pitched and drawn out, like a purr, but something else.
And that made Benny smirk all the more. “Think you can take more?”
More? There was more?
Samandriel whined at Benny’s tongue darting into the crease between his legs, nipping at the flesh of his thighs, and nosing lower and lower until he reached just where he wanted to be. His tongue cossetted everything it could reach, sucking and licking at the sweet slick Samandriel knew was soaking his skin.
Fuuuck…Samandriel couldn’t breathe. It was so much!
He felt so cherished in his mates arms, he felt like a kite flying high in a whirlwind tornado. But he felt safe because he knew Benny was holding onto him, grounding him. And then Benny reached his hole, enveloping the rim with his mouth and pressing a thick tongue in an upward stripe.
If Samandriel could come again so quickly, he was sure he would have done so. Benny was so eager, growling and groaning as he tasted Samandriel’s slick, laving up as much as he could take into his mouth. Samandriel felt the world around him tip over, his mind was hazy, turning to mush. All he could feel, all he could see, all he could do was feel that expert tongue slipping and dipping in and out of his hole, tasting him as if he were a drink of water and Benny was a parched man.
He glided down, hands hot and wide against his ass, as Benny pulled his hips up into the air, holding onto him and getting more and more of his slick on his tongue, his chin, his beard. Samandriel’s come may have been the sweetest wine, but his slick was absolute ambrosia.
He felt drunk on it.
Soon, Samandriel’s slick was gushing out, painting them both with its scent, and Benny prodded and poked and fucked him with his tongue, moving agilely and listening intently as his mate screamed hoarsely into the air.
“Benny!” Samandriel cries were so sweet, as sincere as Benny drove him to tremendous pleasure.
One more, he just wanted Samandriel to come once more…
And then he was intent to drive his cock into that tight and slick hole and make him come again and again.
He sucked at the rim, careful of his teeth against Samandriel’s virgin hole. He was throbbing, his grip tightening, body shuddering and jolting all over the place. Benny pressed a hand to his own throbbing cock, forcing his body to focus on his mate. He’d get to that later.
Eager for Samandriel to come one more time, he pressed his tongue in deeper, reaching that part of his mate that would turn him absolutely mindless – not that he wasn’t already – and smirked when he felt Samandriel’s body turn absolutely taut. The fleshy part in his hole was easy to find, and so much slick gushed out into his mouth. Oh, such sweetness, he started sucking faster, fingers reaching in to that spot and abusing it.
Samandriel jolted above him once again as he came for the third time that night. He was spilling onto his stomach this time, and for a moment Benny was sad he hadn’t had the chance to swallow him again. Instead, he savoured the taste of his mate’s slick.
He pulled back once again, fingers pressing against the slick dripping from his lips, sucking it in. He was addicted, that was for sure, one taste and he was hooked.
He looked up and saw his mate was lying there, not moving. Worry flooded his system. Oh fuck, had he gone too far? “Cherie?”
Samandriel sucked in a breath, his chest heavy, voice barely a whisper. “You…y…you broke me…”
Benny let out a breath. He had had nightmares about this moment, about his mate not being able to take his need, his desire. He wanted to do so much more for his mate, to his mate, but with the way Samandriel was now, so pliant and soft, so sticky and slickened, Benny wasn’t sure he could take any more.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Benny murmured, groaning at the thickness and unavoidable throbbing of his own aching cock. No, he was going to clean up his mate, and then he’d go into the bathroom and relieve himself there.
But Samandriel grabbed at his arm, weakly Benny noted, and dragged him onto the bed. He reached for Benny’s shirt, undoing the buttons and forcing the shirt off his body. He grinned at Benny's wide shoulders and barrel chest. Oh, yes.
“Not on your life,” Samandriel replied slowly, voice still completely gone. He sucked in a deep breath, speaking slowly and surely. “I want your cock in me, right now,”
Benny’s eyes widened. Samandriel didn’t look like he could take anymore, but he was so eager.
“You asked…” he breathed out, unsure whether he could continue. He watched as Samandriel lay back on the furs and comforters, sliding his fingers down his stained chest, all the way passed his spent cock and to his slick hole. He pressed the pad of his fingers against the throbbing redness and moaning so sweetly.
“I’m asking for it, mon coeur,”
Oh, his sweet petite chaton. Benny was quick to pull off the rest of his clothing, climbing back on the bed and towering over his mate. He pressed a heated kiss to Samandriel’s pliant mouth, laying him back on the bed. Samandriel moved so easily, so out of it from his pleasure. It made the bear in Benny smug with pride at making his mate like this.
Samandriel wrapped his arms around Benny’s neck, dragging him in closer and thrusting his hips up, showing that he was waiting, demanding Benny to continue his sweet torture. Benny moved slow, pressing heated kisses to the curve of his neck. He was desperate to bite against it, Samandriel would look so pretty with his marks, but instead he sucked in the delectable fragrance that made his gorgeous mate, reaching back up and worshipping his lips with a deep kiss.
Samandriel was too lost in the sensations that he didn’t notice he was moving. But he felt the thick and blunt head of Benny’s cock pressing into the slick of his hole. Benny paused, as if giving Samandriel yet another out, another moment to stop. He was an angel, a vicious, torturous, beautiful angel.
Samandriel was not going to stop now. He had seen that beautiful thick cock and he wanted it inside him already. He had a moment of fear of not being able to take such a monster inside him, but Benny was being so careful, so considerate. The feline in him purred, and he let himself fall pliant in his mates’ arms.
Benny moved then, pressing the thick head into his mate’s hole, groaning at the torture of going so slow when all he wanted to do was thrust up to his hilt in that slick and so hot heat. But he kept it slow, only letting out a breath when his head breached his mate’s hole and stayed there, being sucked in by that heat.
Samandriel keened – he was so big! – and breathed through his nose at the thickness, eyes closed and rolling back in the rapturous torture of his mates cock slowly penetrating him for the first time. And then Benny started moving, slow and steady, giving Samandriel time to get used to the intrusion. Soon, they were moving faster and faster, harder and harder, the sounds of their moans and groans and the slick thrusts hung in the air, the scent of their sex stung their noses.
So good. Fuck it was so good!
Samandriel was losing his mind. He let out an utter cry of ecstasy as he was overwhelmed by his orgasm. His body thrashed about in the throes of their shared passion, his legs clamping tightly around Benny’s waist, hands digging into the flesh of his back. He bucked up as Benny continued to thrust into him, with little intention of ceasing until he drew one more orgasm out from his mate.
And come again he did, all the muscles in his body clenched and he saw the corners of his eyes turn black, stars erupting in his mind. Samandriel sagged onto the plush of the den, even more in love with his mate who had brought him to euphoria.
Benny slid back up to lie next to his mate, pressing a kiss to his lips, and then to his forehead, gathering his chaton in his arms and cooing as he wrapped Samandriel in the furs. Samandriel didn’t notice that Benny had gotten up from the bed, too far gone in the glow of the orgasm still running through his body.
He felt sore, but in a good way. He was glad the perfect torture was over, but at the same time, it made his heart ache. He wanted more of his mate, wanted to feel those thick arms around him again.
Oh…god. He was getting so addicted.
Benny returned moments later, pressing a hot and wet cloth over Samandriel’s sticky body, cleaning him up to the best of his abilities.
“You want me to run you a bath?” Benny asked.
Samandriel wanted to weep at how sweet he was being. He made grabby hands at his mate, wanting Benny to lift him up. He was damn sure his legs wouldn’t hold his weight, hell, he was sure he could barely move any more.
“Mon tresor, mon amour, mon ange,” Samandriel mumbled, ducking his head into Benny’s shoulder as the bear lifted him up. “You are magnifique,”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Benny asked, pushing the door to the bathroom open once again. He placed Samandriel onto the toilet lid, getting to work on filling the bath with hot water.
Samandriel moaned, seeing his naked mate being so tentative. This was everything he had ever wanted in his life, a mate who loved and cared for him, and fucked him senseless. And to think, this was the same person he was going to work with to get his degree.
Life was perfect.