Jason had faced many things in his life – many bad, a few good, but nothing he couldn’t handle. But as Lasse played his body like the cello in the living room, with all the love and care he showed with everything else in his life, Jason thought his mate could prove to be his undoing. Before Lasse, lovemaking was something other people did. His foreplay consisted of a wink and a grab of someone’s cock. His prep skills were efficient and the only thing he ensured was that the stranger dancing on the end of his cock got off. Mutual orgasms meant the slate was clean as far as Jason was concerned and he used to walk away, feeling he’d given as good as he got.

Lasse was always going to be different because they were mates, but when Jason said his mate could take him for the first time, he expected Lasse would employ the same skills he did – which were minimal at best. He didn’t expect Lasse to make a meal of his body, crooning and moaning over every inch of his torso. He definitely didn’t expect to find himself the recipient of the most sinful blowjob imaginable, while Lasse stroked and teased up and down his crack. And he never could’ve predicted how Lasse’s attention made him feel – like his skin was going to burst if he wasn’t touched; how big his heart felt in his chest and how his lungs were scrabbling for air no matter how hard he panted.

“For fuck’s sake, poopsie, get on with it.”

Lasse just hummed around his cock, making Jason’s hips move automatically as he sought to thrust.

“I mean it, Lasse,” he tried again what felt like hours later. “My balls are fit to burst. Get to the good stuff before I come down your throat.”

“Hmm, hmm.” Lasse pulled off his cock with a pop. “I’m having a good time, don’t rush me.”

“Lasse!” Jason thumped the bed in frustration. He didn’t have the words to explain how he felt - as though his heart was going to split open and he was ready to scream. He didn’t know why. In his long lonely life, he’d never felt this way. He just knew it was big, all-consuming and he wasn’t sure how he’d handle the fall out if he broke. Maybe there was something in his tone, or maybe it was coincidence, but Jason grit his teeth and bore down as Lasse’s finger pierced his body. He wasn’t going to wince; he wasn’t about to show any discomfort. His kind-hearted mate would never be able to handle reactions like that.

“Relax, poopsie,” Lasse said softly. “This isn’t a fight you have to win.”

That’s what you think. I’m fighting my own body here. Jason bit his tongue. He wasn’t used to feeling so out of control. His arousal levels were through the roof, but his body had hung onto them too long. He didn’t know what to do with all the excess energy flowing through his veins and when he felt a second finger breach him, he almost sobbed with relief. He hadn’t reached that point where he could find anyone sticking things in his butt pleasurable, but two fingers were two fingers closer to a cock and the end of his torment.

Jason tasted blood by the time Lasse had added his forth, and fuck it’d better be the final finger in his ass. He was strung so tight he was sure if Lasse said one wrong thing, he’d snap. His cock was ramrod straight on his abs, the urge to get off as strong as ever, but his mind and spirit were a twisted mess.  Lasse was making his body feel more than he’d ever done before and he didn’t know if he wanted to kill the man or wrap him in bubble wrap and never let him go.

“Roll on your side, and try to relax,” Lasse said softly, stretching out on the bed. Jason wasn’t so sure he wanted Lasse along his back for this but it was better than shoving a pillow under his butt and holding his legs to his chest. That position would make him feel far too vulnerable. Jason rolled, fisted the covers and curled his upper leg up enough to expose his hole.

“You know,” Lasse whispered as Jason felt his mate’s cock push against his hole. “A very wise man told me once that a claiming was never something that should be endured.”

“It’s…feelings…can’t…” Jason panted as he felt more of Lasse’s length impale him.

“Oh mate, you need to hang onto me.” Lasse’s arm came over his chest and Jason gripped his forearm hard. “You need to breathe nice and slow and push out.”

“Can’t…breathe,” and Jason genuinely felt he couldn’t. There wasn’t any air, there was only Lasse, invading his body in the most intimate of ways. The pressure in his ears intensified, even his fingers tingled with the force of his heartbeat.

“The honor, the gift. I don’t have words,” Lasse said. Jason felt the brush of Lasse’s thighs against his as the man’s beard tickled his shoulder. “I want to pound your ass so damn hard.”

For some reason, Jason took comfort in the crudity. That was more of what he was used to and he started to laugh which sent all manner of tingles spreading out from his butt. “Move mate, make me feel it.”

And Lasse delivered. When Lasse moved his arm so he could grip his hip, Jason let him go, bracing his hands on the mattress. He didn’t hurt, but that was probably due to the half a tube of lube he was sure he had in his ass. It wasn’t what Jason would call pleasant, but his spirit was aroused by the passion Lasse showed with every thrust. How a man could be loved by the son of Poseidon and not feel good – well, Jason figured only a man with no feelings from the neck down could ignore the intensity of Lasse’s thrusts.

“I need you to come first.” The grip on Jason’s hip disappeared and Jason felt the familiar callouses surround his cock. Jason’s body arched into the touch. Reaching behind him, Jason grabbed a fistful of Lasse’s hair and held him against his neck. Every grunt from Lasse’s mouth sent a breath of hot air down Jason’s back. The fingers holding his cock tightened as Lasse’s thrusts sped up.

It wasn’t a slapping hard fuck; the mattress and angle prevented that, but now Jason had relaxed he could see the appeal of doing things this way. Every now and then, Lasse’s cock brushed against his inner hot spot and that was something Jason could get used to. Before he’d even realized it was happening, his orgasm blindsided him causing him to curse and yank on Lasse’s head hard.

Behind him, Lasse yelled and then Jason felt the sting of teeth in his neck. His sphinx rose up, releasing a need Jason didn’t realize he had – the need to be claimed in the way of his kind with a bite and spunk. As his balls throbbed for the second time, Jason felt a wetness coat his cheeks. Lasse had given him the world along with the best orgasm he’d ever had in his life, and the man probably didn’t even realize it.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

No, my mate, thank you. Jason heard Lasse in his head as clear as if he was speaking. Looking over his shoulder, he could see the sheer joy emanating from Lasse’s smile. “I didn’t realize my horse needed to be part of the equation. It was him that insisted on the bite,” Lasse said, his voice raspy with emotion. “You’ve now been claimed by a horse of the sun and the son of Poseidon.”

“My sphinx is eternally grateful we worked that out.” Jason tugged lightly on Lasse’s beard. “I don’t want to move. You want to do your clean us up thingy? My butt’s going to ache for a while.”

“And I always thought hung like a horse was just an expression,” Lasse chuckled. Jason felt the sweep of magic, but he was already diving into sleep. With any luck, Lasse would’ve forgotten his tears by morning and they would never have to speak of it again. He wasn’t sure if he could explain why they were there in the first place if he tried.