"By the way," Nyell cleared his throat, twisting his neck so that he could get a good look at Allen's unapologetic face, "there's something that's been poking my ass for a while now."
"Physiological response; I can't do anything about it."
Nyell's mouth twitched. The twinkle in his mate's mesmerizing eyes was letting him know that he'd need to say it if he wanted things to proceed. Alright, then. He'd ask, and certainly not in a roundabout way.
"Just so we're on the same page, you want to fuck me, right?"
"Nyell…!"
"I mean, that thing clearly wants to go up and deep into my ass, and you—"
"I'm sorry, I was wrong," Allen interrupted Nyell's tirade, which was everything but romantic. A laugh resounded as he bent over slightly to kiss him, his lips lingering on his as he whispered, "But yes, I want to make love to you."
"Now?" Nyell replied, arching his back to press his buttocks against his mate's hardened member a bit more while still keeping his upper body close enough to steal another kiss. He wasn't against it; no, he was egging Allen, even.
The little taste of pleasure of yesterday had opened a door to a myriad of possibilities, and this time, Layla was busy enjoying the festivities with Isa, and the girls were supposed to sleep in the inn where Miell and Yohan were staying; they shouldn't get interrupted! With that in mind, Nyell wasn't about to let the opportunity slip, even if he was exhausted; the same could be said for Allen, whose positive answer came fast enough.
"I wouldn't say no."
"I thought so too—"
Allen didn't allow his partner to blabber any longer and pressed his lips against Nyell's, deepening the kiss until it became difficult to breathe. Their tongues entangled as a hand tentatively slid down toward Nyell's member to caress it, while the other climbed up to pinch and tease a nipple. They might have rubbed one in the canyon, but their relationship was relatively poor at the time; compared to that evening, today felt completely different.
When it became evident they both needed to breathe, Allen let go of Nyell's lips, whispering against them, "Can you turn around and kneel in front of me?"
Although Nyell wasn't exactly sure what Allen wanted to do, he complied anyway. While he did so, he saw his mate stretch a hand to grab a bottle in the wooden basket beside the bathtub. He recognized the glass flask at once.
"Seems like someone's well prepared," he chuckled, now on his knees, his legs on each side of Allen's, trapping them under him. This position meant his legs were mandatory parted, while the water reached just a few inches below his buttocks. He might have shivered if the air hadn't been warmed up by the steam; since there were no windows and the door was closed, the hot air was trapped inside.
"You should know by now that I'm the kind to consider all possibilities," Allen shrugged.
Now that his mate said it, he was indeed the sort of man to ponder over every outcome possible and act accordingly. Only, Nyell hadn't expected him to bring that facet of his personality into bed matters, too! Unlike Allen, he was the spontaneous kind and didn't like to overthink things. But maybe it was for the better that at least one of them seemed to know what needed to be prepared and done, and was ready to go anytime, anywhere.
A smile stretched his lips as a snarky remark made its way to the tip of his tongue. However, before Nyell could open his mouth and tease his mate, fingers coated in lube slid down his waist, then passed over the small of his back, and between his buttcheeks. Nyell instinctively tensed, still feeling apprehensive about being fingered, but quickly forgot about the fingers when he saw Allen bending his upper body over toward his groin.
His mate's lips approached the tip of his member too rapidly for Nyell to register what Allen was about to do, and a small cry of surprise escaped him when the warm sensation enveloped his shaft, sending a wave of shivers running down his spine. He might or might not have let out a curse, too.
It felt so much better than anything Nyell could have ever imagined; even though he had masturbated to Allen sucking him off before, he had to admit that his imagination couldn't do justice to the sight that greeted him when he lowered his eyes. His fantasy also hadn't accounted for the possibility of Allen pushing a finger into his tight entrance once his mind was distracted, earning him a muffled moan. The sudden sensation made Nyell tense, and he reflexively thrusted his hips forward, shoving his member deeper inside his mate's throat when his finger bent inside of him, pushing a sensitive spot.
The faint gagging sound froze Nyell, and a flush climbed up onto his cheeks, appearing to darken his tanned skin, as he realized what he had done.
"S-sorry!" he stuttered, only for Allen to pull out to tilt his head and kiss the tip of his member, smirking as his tongue teased the slit.
"…."
Alright, Nyell wasn't so sorry anymore.
It didn't take long before Allen went back to pleasuring him, however. He put his member back into his mouth, and this time, swallowed deeper, rendering Nyell's knees weak. Thank god, he was already kneeling.
Biting on his bottom lip, Nyell couldn't help but run his fingers in Allen's damp, soft hair before grabbing his head, his arms following along his movements. It was hard to keep his hips from moving back and forth, even more so when his mate introduced a second finger inside to start widening his entrance with scissor movements. The building of sensations quickly got the best of him, and precum had long smeared Allen's mouth and the whole length of his shaft, for all that mattered.
"Allen," Nyell panted, "I'm about to…!"
But his mate didn't seem to have any intention of stopping, and instead quickened the pace, taking his member in his mouth up to the hilt. It was too much for Nyell, and he couldn't resist anymore. While holding onto his head, he came inside his mouth, his member trembling as Allen's fingers didn't stop either. They kept hitting that sweet, sweet spot despite the waves of pleasure already assaulting him at the front. He only withdrew his fingers once Nyell slouched over him, trying to sort through the orgasm and regain a semblance of composure.
"Do you want to go to bed?" Allen asked, letting go of Nyell's member after swallowing what had been released in his mouth. He kissed his lower stomach while his hands kneaded his mate's buttcheeks.
"No," Nyell gulped, forcing his limp body to stand straight again. "I want you to fuck me now."
The words were straightforward, but had the merit of being clear. Right now, Nyell was too excited; he didn't want to stop in the middle to switch locations. He might be sweating buckets in the warm bath, and breathing might be more challenging, but so what? He wanted it now, not in five minutes. The emptiness left by Allen's fingers was hard to bear, and he yearned for something else to fill him up.
"Then…"
Allen didn't need to say more for Nyell to understand what he wanted. He turned around and grabbed the edge of the bath, parting his legs slightly to allow easier access to Allen. There was no embarrassment or shame when he twisted his neck around to glare at his mate.
"Stop admiring the view and hurry up."
"But it's such a pretty view…!"
It indeed was; Nyell's butt was perked up, while his hair fell on one side of his head like a curtain, exposing his slender but muscular back. It was a sight Allen wanted to relish in a little longer; deep down, he had been insecure and hadn't thought it'd ever happen. Seeing Nyell so eager still felt somewhat unreal.
"It's not like that's going to be the last time you'll see it," Nyell rolled his eyes, pinching his lips. The throbbing hadn't subsided yet, nor had the desire to be filled up, just so the itch stopped tormenting him. "How much longer are you going to make me wait? Or what? Do I have to grab your dick and shove it inside myself?"
A chuckle was Allen's answer. That would also make for an interesting sight, but he knew better than to push his luck; what his mate wanted, his mate would get.
His own member was about to burst, too.
Although his eyes lingered a second longer, Allen grabbed Nyell's hip with one hand and directed his member toward his entrance with his other. He leaned over his back, whispering in Nyell's ear, "Then, I'm going in."
A moment later, he was lodged deep inside his mate, and a loud, surprised moan filled the room, echoing against the rocky wall. Allen didn't wait for Nyell to regain his ability to reason and started to move. It was tight, but not too tight, and the generous amount of lube he had used allowed him to rock his hips according to his desire, sliding in and out easily. In any case, werewolves' bodies were tough, and there was no need to go easy on his mate. So, he didn't.
"W-wait! That's too fast!"
Allen didn't wait, and another scream escaped Nyell. He could feel his mind blank out whenever Allen plunged back inside; he could not keep quiet, and his voice resounded every time his mate thrusted, so much so that Nyell could barely hear anything else but his screams of pleasure and ragged breathing.
***
"My hips feel sore."
The complaint fell on deaf ears as Allen hummed, busying himself with the aftercare. Nyell was currently lying in bed, barely feeling anything from his waist down to his feet. Everything felt numb. Maybe he shouldn't have egged his mate so much—because the goddamn shaman's stamina was off the chart, enough for Nyell to wonder if it wasn't on a divine level. Considering the man's lineage, it was a possibility.
They were at it for hours, and Nyell had to beg for Allen to stop toward the end, when his consciousness barely hung on. His inside had been filled up to the brim with semen, and it gushed out when Allen finally consented to let him go and pulled out. Even if his mate took it upon himself to clean him up afterward, Nyell had one thing to say: he had learned his lesson.
"My throat also feels sore."
"Want a glass of water?"
"Yes, please."
Nyell rolled on his stomach and watched Allen disappear into the kitchen. A smile soon curled up the corner of his mouth. Tonight, he felt content.
Of course, there were many things for them left to do: the trial of Abby and her cronies was one thing, but they also had to help the kidnapped women return to their homes for those who wished to, and accommodate the children with divine essence. There would be some unrest in the council, and some other political implications with the foreign merchants and lords that he didn't know about, and didn't care to comprehend, either.
There was his sister, too. He'd need to deal with her later and write a letter to his father in passing. Many things had happened, and he should update him about his marital status. He had accepted Allen as his mate. The least he could do was tell his father about it.
On the other hand, his relationship with Allen wasn't perfect, and many things were left unsaid about his past. There was also the question of marking. It was still something he wasn't sure if he wanted to commit to. There was also the issue of Allen's reincarnation and the fact that he'd remember him in the next life. It was a dreadful thought that he'd never be able to ignore completely. The cruel reality would always lurk in the back of his mind.
But for the time being, it didn't matter to Nyell. No, what was important was today: not the past, or the future, but the present. Whatever happened next could be left to his future self.
For tonight, he wanted to sleep, cuddled with his mate.
And that was all.