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This was what it meant to be kissed senseless.
Kallus was sure his mind was no longer capable of conscious thought. All he knew was Zeb’s touch, Zeb’s lips, Zeb’s kiss, Zeb’s hot, textured tongue trying to push its way down his throat. And Kallus welcomed it, opening his mouth obediently for his beautiful, purring Lasat, allowing the man’s tongue to plunder him, allowing Zeb’s kisses to intoxicate and captivate him, turning him into Zeb’s willing prisoner, into a hot, moaning mess of need and want.
Zeb’s teeth were sharp, clashing against his in messy, desperate kisses, but Kallus only wanted more. His body pressed eagerly against Zeb’s, inviting his touch, begging him to take him, to hold him. Strong arms held him in place while powerful hands moved over his body impatiently, fervently, needing to touch as much as Kallus needed to be touched. Those massive hands cupped and squeezed his ass and raked heavily over his chest as Zeb’s skilled mouth bewitched and distracted and claimed.
The Lasat’s deep, rumbling purrs vibrated through Kallus’s body, and the knowledge that those purrs were because of him—that he was giving Zeb such pleasure—made his heart feel full to bursting. He would do anything to please Zeb. He would do anything, for the rest of his life, to hear Zeb’s purrs, to know Zeb was happy, to know Zeb wanted him, to know he belonged to Zeb.
Zeb squeezed Kallus tighter as the man melted into his arms, surrendering fully to his commanding touch and kisses. He’d never seen Kal helpless, but he had taken him there, and the human was entirely at his mercy. He loved how pliant and obedient he was now compared to how stand-offish and stubborn he often acted. Now, Kallus was vulnerable, affectionate, and all Zeb’s. Kiss after perfect kiss solidified their bond, and the way Kal’s body moved so perfectly against his was further proof that this human was made for him. This human was meant to be his mate.
With a possessive growl, Zeb began to undress his prize. Kallus helped him eagerly, as if all he desired was having every inch of his bare body pressed into Zeb’s fur. Zeb lowered his dreamily submissive human onto the bed, handling him tenderly, making sure to keep him occupied with a deep kiss. Whatever it took to win and satisfy Kal, he would do. Karabast, he tasted so good. He smelled so good. Zeb couldn’t wait to combine their scents, to use that body to sate his lust, to see just how perfect his mate really was for him. He wanted this man so badly. Needed him. Kissing Kal wasn’t a means to an end—it was essential, natural, necessary.
“Sweet thing,” Zeb praised, mouthing greedily at the other man’s throat, where he could taste the essence of him, inhale his delectable scent, feel his heartbeat, make him moan as he suckled and nipped at soft, warm skin while grinding their bodies together lasciviously. “Tell me what you want, Kal.”
“I—ah—I want you, Zeb. Want you to kriff me. Please. I’m yours.”
“Yeah, you are,” Zeb told him smugly, giving Kal's fragile throat a careful bite that earned him a heady gasp and tremulous, enchanting exhale that made Zeb’s mouth water. He would have to indulge in more bites if that was going to be the human’s response.
But for now, it was time to give Kallus exactly what he’d asked for so nicely.