Chapter Eight
Gods, Rusty responds better than any dream. Magnificent.
Acheron watched Rusty turn and begin climbing on the bed, his globes flexing and his hole winking at him provocatively. "So damn pretty." Acheron swiftly yanked off his own shirt before he could get caught up in the gorgeous view.
Once Acheron had stripped, he returned his focus to Rusty. His mate had flipped to his back and was staring at him with a mixture of need and nerves. Acheron noticed his prick had softened a little, too.
I can fix that.
"Relax," Acheron crooned as he levered onto the bed. As he crawled toward him, he raked his gaze over Rusty's lean lines. "I will make your body soar."
Rusty nodded even as he nibbled his bottom lip.
Acheron paused for an instant. "Shit," he mumbled, drawing away.
"What is it?"
Not liking the trepidation filling Rusty's voice, Acheron quickly assured, "Nothing. Just almost forgot one of the most important bits." He leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed his pants. An instant later, he rose back to his knees, dropping the pants. Holding Rusty's gaze, Acheron winked and grinned as he held up his prize. "Lube."
Nodding again, Rusty offered a tentative smile. "Shoulda told you it was in the nightstand."
"I didn't want to presume," Acheron told his lover as he knee-walked toward his soon-to-be lover.
To Acheron's surprise, Rusty grinned up at him. "And bringing your own lube isn't presuming?"
Laughing lightly, Acheron shrugged before levering over Rusty, resting his weight on his left hand. "More a matter of wishful thinking," he admitted, then lowered his body and sprawled over his mate.
Acheron grunted at the first sweet pressure of his cock against his mate's. Gently grinding his erection against Rusty's own, he enjoyed the way his cat shifter's lips parted and a soft gasp escaped him. Rusty's eyes dilated, and he rested his hands on Acheron's hips, clutching at him.
Resting his weight on the elbow of his left arm, that hand still clutching the lube, Acheron slid his right fingers up into Rusty's hair. He scratched at his scalp lightly as he urged his mate to dip his head. As soon as Rusty obeyed the pressure, Acheron brushed his lips over his mate's in a light, teasing caress.
Rusty slid his hands up Acheron's back, his grip tightening. Acheron worked soft kisses along his jaw, then down his neck. He smiled as he did so, liking how Rusty tipped his chin up, giving him plenty of room to work.
Moving down Rusty's neck, Acheron kissed and licked along the tendon. He enjoyed the light, salty flavor of his mate's skin as he eased along his torso. When he scraped his teeth over one swollen bud, Rusty shook beneath him. Acheron took a few seconds to work his man's nipple with his lips. He released Rusty's hair, so he could use that hand to pinch and roll his other nub.
Rusty groaned and whimpered. Rubbing his hands over Acheron's shortly cropped head, he arched into his touch and cried out his name. He then rocked his hips up, sliding his prick over Acheron's stomach, clearly searching for friction.
Happy to give it to him, since that would help move things along, Acheron mouthed his way down Rusty's stomach. For an instant, he peered through his lashes up his mate's body, taking in his flushed, sweat-dampened flesh as well as the expression of ecstasy etched on his features. Then he opened his mouth and swallowed Rusty's cock to the root.
Rusty cried out his name and bucked, nearly knocking Acheron sideways. He eased up and off his prick, earning him a cry of dismay from his mate. "Easy," he crooned, mouthing kisses along his shaft. "Breathe for me, sexy cat."
While Acheron whispered assurances and teased Rusty's cock and balls with his lips, teeth, and tongue, he opened the lube and poured a generous dollop onto his fingers. He caressed his mate's stomach soothingly, tracing over his balls with his thumb as he slid his fingertips between his legs. When Acheron brushed his slicked digits over Rusty's hole, he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around his crown.
Acheron pushed, sinking his middle finger in deep. Calling on years of experience, he nailed his mate's prostate on the first try.
Rusty made a noise that sounded like a cross between a gasp and a hiccup. "A-Ach!" he cried, jerking in his grip.
Humming, Acheron eased his finger partway out, then pushed in all the way. At the same time, he eased farther down on Rusty's dick. By the time he was sucking up on his erection once more, he had sunk his digit in as deeply as possible again.
"A-Ach! Acheron. Oh!" Rusty babbled as he began to rock his hips. "Th-That's--what--ugh!"
Acheron peered up Rusty's body as he worked his lean shifter. The look of ecstasy on his cat shifter's face was a thing of beauty, and Acheron knew he'd want to see it over and over again. When Rusty moved his hands off of Acheron's head and gripped the comforter, then began to rock his hips, he didn't try to stay his movements.
Instead, Acheron took advantage.
Allowing Rusty to fuck his mouth, then push back onto his fingers, Acheron eased a second digit into his chute. His lover only paused in his movements for a second, then he resumed his rutting. Acheron continued to peg Rusty's prostate every few jerks while sucking strongly on his mate's prick. Swiping his tongue over the other shifter's swollen crown, he cleared away the pre-cum and swallowed the lightly salted goodness down.
Rusty suddenly gasped and tensed. His hips jolted under his ministrations. That was the only warning Acheron received before his mouth was filled with Rusty's cream.
Acheron pushed a third finger into Rusty's channel as he eased partway off his cock. He continued to suck and swallow on his prick. Gently petting his shuddering lover's twitching abdominals, he did his best to heighten his release.
At the same time, Acheron finished stretching him.
When Rusty finally stopped spurting, Acheron eased off his dick. It pleased him that his lover's cock remained mostly hard. Sliding his fingertips down his stomach, then through Rusty's spit-dampened pubes, he tugged them lightly. He teased his fingertips up the underside of his mate's prick, distracting him as he pulled his fingers free of his channel.
Gripping his own erection, Acheron coated himself with the remaining slick. He moved forward, levering over his lover. Peering down, he swept his gaze over Rusty's torso, taking in his deeply flushed chest, beaded nipples, and heavy-lidded, relaxed expression.
"So gorgeous, my mate," Acheron murmured, holding his gaze. "Now, I will make you mine."
Rusty nodded, his eyes seeming to glow. "Yes, please. Yours."
"All mine."
Excitement of a different sort skittered through Acheron. After so many years of searching, he had found his one and only, his mate, his home.
Acheron gripped the base of his dick and pressed the crown to Rusty's stretched hole. "Breathe deeply, love," he urged as he applied light pressure. "And push out."
For a split second, it felt as if Rusty resisted, then he let out a long breath. Acheron felt his body relax. He rocked his hips forward and, holding his mate's gaze, felt his crown ease inside his man.
Rusty's eyes widened, and his jaw sagged open. He hissed softly and tensed.
Needing Rusty to remain relaxed, Acheron fisted the fingers covered in lube and rested his weight on that arm's forearm. He pressed close to his lover and nibbled on his collarbone. At the same time, he used his clean hand to tease at one of Rusty's nipples.
"Breathe," Acheron encouraged again, continuing his ministrations. His body practically vibrated with his need to move, to sink deeper. "Here is where I'm going to bite you, Rusty." Acheron scraped his teeth over the tendon in Rusty's neck. "I will sink my teeth in deep and drink your blood, sealing our mating. You'll be mine, and I'll be yours."
When Acheron sucked on the tendon again, Rusty moaned and tipped his head to the side, offering more room. His arms came around Acheron's torso, gripping at his shoulder blades. Rusty began to move restlessly beneath him.
Acheron also noticed the clench on his cock head easing.
Taking that as the cue it was, while continuing his teasing onslaught on Rusty's body, Acheron started to move. He pushed in a little, then eased partway out again. With each rut, he pushed deeper and deeper into his lover.
Groaning at the exquisite sensation, the tight grip encasing more and more of his cock, Acheron felt his canines tingle. He didn't even try stopping them from lengthening as his anticipation to bite flooded him. His nostrils flared as he scented Rusty's once again rising arousal.
"That's it." Acheron would forever deny any whine in his voice. "Enjoy my taking."
"Hell, yeah." Groaning deeply, Rusty rocked into Acheron's movements. "Right there. So good!"
Realizing he was pressing against Rusty's prostate with each gliding pass, Acheron made sure to stay at that angle as he sped up his thrusts. He slid his hand up his lover's torso to his neck, then slid his fingers into his hair. Tightening his hold, he used it to tip his mate's head down.
Acheron leaned up a little, never allowing his hips to slow. He took in Rusty's heavy-lidded expression and how he panted between slightly parted lips. Every couple of thrusts, a whimper, hiss, or moan escaped Rusty.
Never had Acheron seen such a gorgeous sight. His cock throbbed in response, and his balls began to tingle. Wanting Rusty to come with him, to offer his mate waves of bliss, Acheron released his lover's hair and reached between them.
To Acheron's pleasure, he discovered Rusty's cock hard and leaking. He gripped his mate's length and stroked him in time with his ruts. At the same time, he lowered his head back to Rusty's neck and scraped his sharp canines along his tendon.
"Come for me," Acheron crooned, speeding up his ministrations. "I want to feel you squeeze me, my mate." He nipped lightly at Rusty's shoulder, then nibbled up his neck. "Milk my cock."
"Yesss," Rusty hissed. "So good. Oh! Love your hand on my dick. Faster."
Doing as Rusty requested, Acheron worked his mate. The man's groans stopped to be replaced by babbles and nonsensical mumblings. Between that and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the thick smell of arousal perfuming the air, Acheron didn't know how he would manage to hang on.
To Acheron's relief, Rusty's body seized beneath him. His cock jerked in his hold. The muscles of the chute encasing his length rippled in pulsing squeezes.
Enjoying the best kind of massage, Acheron relished the feel of Rusty's seed coating their stomachs. The heady scent of his mate's cum filled his nostrils. The base of Acheron's spine tingled, and his balls pulled tight.
Acheron's orgasm swelled through him, flooding his body with ecstasy. It crashed through him in mind-numbing waves. He groaned with bliss as he slowed his ruts, filling Rusty's body with his release.
Unable to wait an instant longer, Acheron sank his teeth into Rusty's flesh, claiming what was his. Rusty jolted in his arms, so he released his mate's prick and gripped his shoulder, holding him steady. Sucking on the wound, Acheron drew more of his mate's exquisite life fluid into his mouth.
Rusty let out a throaty groan and shuddered in Acheron's hold. As Acheron pulled more blood from his bite, he hummed, appreciating the influx of the aroma of Rusty's cum, telling him his mate had come again. After one more satisfying mouthful of Rusty's blood, Acheron eased his teeth from his mate's flesh. He lapped over his mark, overwhelmed by the pride he felt at seeing it on his mate.
Sliding his focus to Rusty's face, Acheron took in his lover's sated expression as well as the relaxed smile curving his lips.
"Absolutely stunning," Acheron whispered, meeting his mate's gaze. "And all mine."