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Walking quietly across
the room he knelt down at Chellak's feet and grabbed his arms, pulling them
away from his strained face. Knowing it was wrong for him to do so, he
looked up at Chellak, reaching up with his hand to smooth back the hair at
his temple.
With his fingers, he
gently caressed his cheeks, trying to wipe away the lines of stress. Feeling
slightly brave, and a little reckless, Demyan leaned up and gave Chellak a
gentle kiss on his lips. He was totally unprepared for Chellak's reaction to
his kiss.
Strong arms wrapped
around him and pulled him flush against Chellak's naked chest. Chellak's
mouth plundered his, his tongue sweeping in to brush against his. Hands
reached under the blanket and roamed over his naked flesh.
Demyan barely registered
it when Chellak picked him up and carried him into the bedroom to lay him
down in the middle of the bed.
Chellak pulled the
blankets completely off of Demyan and crawled over to lie between his legs.
His lips reclaimed Demyan's as he pushed his cock against his.
Chellak groaned as he
felt his hard cock press against Demyan's naked flesh. The warmth of his
skin against his, the soft feel of Demyan's body body…it all aroused Chellak
to a fever point. He had to have him. He couldn't stop himself this time. He
didn't want to stop himself. He had to claim his mate.
Using one sharp claw, he
sliced a small cut in his chest just above his heart. He rolled onto his
back and pulled Demyan's lips to his chest, holding his mouth against the
cut. "Take it, beautiful, drink from me," he ordered, groaning when Demyan
began sucking at the small wound.
"Gods…yes…Demyan… " He
groaned as he felt his release coming closer. He pulled Demyan from his
chest. Rolling him back under his body, Chellak sank his teeth into the soft
skin between Demyan's neck and collarbone, growling at the sweet taste of
his mate.
Licking the small bite
closed he reached into the small basket beside the bed and grabbed a small
bottle of oil. Pouring a small bit on his fingers, he reached down to rub
them against Demyan's tight hole.
As he softly bit down on
Demyan's nipple, he inserted one finger, moving it around, stretching him
until he could add a second finger, then a third. All the time he licked and
nipped Demyan's soft skin.
When he felt that the
tight skin around his fingers was stretched enough to not hurt, Chellak
lifted his hips until his cock pushed against Demyan's hole and pushed his
hips slowly forward until he felt his balls press against Demyan's ass. The
feeling of Demyan's tight heat wrapped around his hard cock was pure
ecstasy.
Grabbing Demyan's legs
with his hands he wrapped them around his waist and held them there as he
rocked his hips against him. He thrust into Demyan as deep as he could go
before pulling out until just the tip remained, then thrust forward once
again.
His mind a hazae of
passion, Chellak hammered himself into Demyan until his cock erupted. His
back arched up as he roared out his release, the knot at the end of his cock
extending to lock him into place, filling Demyan with his seed.
He had never experienced
the katztman's knot before but as his orgasm continued with each pulse of
his cock, he was eternally grateful for it. It was something only to be
shared with one's mate, reinforcing his knowledge that Demyan was his.
Demyan watched in awe as
Chellak came, his head thrown back, the muscles in his neck tightened, and
his jaw clenched tight. He couldn't remember ever seeing a more beautiful
sight. He was bewildered as to why he felt that way until Chellak collapsed
on top of him, his head buried in Demyan's neck. Chellak's tongue
occasionally licked the small bite there, sending electrical shocks through
out his body with each swipe of his tongue.
Just when he started to
get uncomfortable with Chellak's weight, he rolled to his back pulling
Demyan with him.
"Sleep, beautiful,"
Chellak murmured quietly as he pulled the blankets up over the both of them.
He tucked Demyan's head under his chin. His hands gently stroked Demyan's
back and hair.
Demyan closed his eyes,
too tired to figure out what had just happened. He would worry about it in
the morning. Right now, all he wanted to think about was how good Chellak's
arms felt around him, how safe he felt for the first time in years.
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