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Kirk was licking broad, wet stripes up his stomach, and the change from warm tongue to cold
night air was making him shiver deliciously.
Leo sank his hands deeper into Kirk s hair, oddly reassured by the strong bone of his skull.
Whatever happens later, he thought, I get to have this.
I get to have you.
Kirk couldn t get enough of tasting Leo. His skin tasted the way he smelled, and it was
intoxicating.
When he dipped his tongue into the sweet dimple of Leo s navel, Leo s hands tugged at his hair
and he made a tiny sound, just a huff of breath.
In the half-dark, broken only by the muted light of Leo s headlamp, Kirk could see everything as
clear as day.
He could see Leo s dilated pupils, so dark and hungry. He could see the signs of arousal in the
trembling muscles of his stomach, the way his lips parted, and the way his chest rose and fell with his
fast and shallow breathing.
How he wanted to taste that mouth, but he wasn t willing to give up his current goal: the path
down Leo s stomach, with its trail of little blond hairs leading down to the hardness he could feel
bulging below.
His fingers kept slipping off the buttons of the damned jeans. The hiking boots and socks had
been easier to remove, knots and all, than these jeans with their cursed buttons that fit so tightly,
constraining the heat of Leo s arousal beneath.
He had to concentrate. He couldn t rip Leo s jeans off with his teeth& well. He probably could,
but Leo might not appreciate it.
By using every last remnant of focus he had, he managed to undo the metal buttons one by one.
As soon as each button slipped free, he bent to press a kiss against the soft cotton below. Leo
moaned when he did it, very softly.
Between buttons, he skimmed his hands up Leo s sides, enjoying the little sounds he made. So
Leo was ticklish, was he?
The last button slipped free.
He tugged the jeans down Leo s slimly muscled thighs.
Ahhh. The scent of his arousal was much stronger now, salt and musk, and Kirk inhaled deeply,
burying his face in Leo s white cotton underwear.
 What are you oh, Leo said, his hands grazing Kirk s scalp.  Oh& 
He was so responsive, so sweet, so willing.
Kirk lifted him up easily, sliding both hands under the delicious curve of his ass, and then
tugging down his underwear with one hand. He didn t need to do it like that, a part of himself
acknowledged but he didn t miss Leo s soft gasp as he felt himself being lifted into the air.
He likes my strength. It was an amazing, heady feeling. He likes it still, even now he knows
what I am. He wants me still.
There was no pity or repulsion or morbid curiosity in Leo s wide-open eyes, or in the drifting,
complex layers of his scent. He was guileless, open, wanting. Wanting him.
Rubbing his face against the soft bare skin of Leo s stomach, he licked and sucked his way back
down again.
Leo was wriggling in his hands now, making it an effort to hold him up, but Kirk wasn t going to
stop any time soon.
Each swipe of his tongue was a little lower, a little closer to the slick head of Leo s cock, and
his mouth watered at the sight of it.
Leo shook and shivered, emitting delicious little moans, his hands clenched tight in Kirk s hair.
Kirk lowered his head, lifting Leo up a little higher at the same time, loving the feeling of
controlling him like this. Leo s sweet, round little ass fit perfectly into his broad hands.
Then he took Leo into the slick heat of his mouth.
He didn t tease, didn t take it slow, with little licks and tormenting touches of his tongue; he
might do that another time, he thought, when he had the patience for it.
He had little patience now, and the wolf had none at all.
Kirk sucked him in with almost brutal eagerness, pulling Leo forward so he could swallow more
of his straining cock.
Leo moaned louder now, biting his lip, and said things like  Oh god, and  Oh fuck, as Kirk
kept sucking him, pulling back only to thrust him forward again into that dark, wet heat.
He was using Leo, forcing him to fuck his face, and it felt wonderful.
Kirk set a tempo that was fast and merciless, swallowing around Leo s cock and sucking him
with all the strength of his hot, hungry mouth. Oh, the sweet-salt taste of him, could he ever have
enough of this?
 Oh god, stop, you re, I m going to  Leo babbled, pulling at Kirk s hair.
Kirk smiled a little, a smile that nobody could see.
He could feel it, that rising tide, in the flushed heat of Leo s skin and the pressure of his swelling
cock inside Kirk s mouth.
Oh yes, he knew what Leo was saying, but he was hardly going to stop.
Let me drink you.
He sucked wetly, feeling his cheeks hollowing and then, just as Leo threw back his head and
groaned, Kirk shifted his grip on Leo s ass and pressed a fingertip into the cleft, barely grazing that
tender hole.
Leo s breath stuttered. He ground out Kirk s name in a raw, uneven voice, his hands fisting in
Kirk s hair, and came.
Ahh.
Kirk rode out the long pulses of salt wet heat, swallowing eagerly, breathing in the musky
smell of Leo s come.
Mine, the wolf growled in his head, mine.
Leo shook as if he was coming apart, his skin damp with sweat, his breathing ragged and
desperate.
One more long pulse, so wet and slick on his tongue, and then Leo was spent and softening.
Kirk still wouldn t allow him to slip free. He nuzzled and sucked, more gently now, pulling the
very last drops from him until Leo nudged his shoulder: stop.
His jaw ached a little when he finally let Leo go. It was a good ache.
I need more practice, Kirk thought, with a giddy optimism that was entirely foreign and strange.
He d been drunk on champagne once, and it had felt a little like this. The world was wider,
brighter, and altogether better than an hour ago.
Licking his lips, Kirk lowered Leo down, stretching out his own long legs to set Leo on top of
them.
Ahhh, yes, that was good. Leo s warm weight felt just right on top of him, and the sweetly
muscled ridges of his stomach pressed against Kirk s own demanding arousal.
Leo s eyes were half-lidded, his expression dazed, but he was smiling.
 Mmm, he said softly, and wriggled a little, pressing closer against Kirk.
Low in his throat, Kirk growled. The feeling of Leo so tight and warm against him was making
him lightheaded with need.
He slipped his arms around Leo s back, holding him close, holding him steady. You are mine.
You are safe.
Leo sighed, a breathy little sound of happiness, then kissed the corner of his mouth, his brow,
even the rough stubble of his cheek.
Kirk licked at the warm soft fold of his neck, exploring the delicious scents trapped in the
creases there, and Leo moaned sweetly into his ear.
 God, you what you do to me, Leo said very softly, nuzzling at Kirk s ear and wriggling
against him, rolling his hips in ways that were positively wanton.
Kirk couldn t take very much more of this.
He could feel the rising tide in himself now, the dizzying heat and need. The wolf was raging
beneath it all, urging him to take his mate.
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