Caleb fought the urge to swear as his mate rubbed up against him like that. Bad luck, some said, to do so when first bedding a mate, or a promised one. Such encounters were significant, whatever their circumstances, and it didn't do to tempt or offend fate with curses or oaths. And with as narrowly as their story had avoided a tragic end, avoiding such was even more important.
But oh, it was tempting. When Clevon managed to roll his hips like that, catching his cock just so, in a way that both squeezed it and made his balls bounce just slightly, it brought many an obscene term to the tip of his tongue. Strange that so divine a feeling prompted little else more than the urge to sully it.
He settled for a sound half growl and half groan. "A custard?", he managed, his voice roughened with pleasure. "Nay, my love, you're the entire meal, and more besides. But once you are truly mine in the eyes of God and man, I mean to devour every morsel of you, every night that I may."
Romantic as the notion may be, they would not be able to spend every day and night together. Each of them would have duties to perform, and Caleb's were likely to take him far afield at times. But he meant to see that every night they were together was spent blissfully in each others' arms, whether in sleep or lovemaking, and every hour of their days together in warmth and fulfillment.
Another roll of Clevon's hips that sent a thunderbolt of pleasure through him and straight to his groin, and his hand stroking Clevon's cock stuttered as he moaned deep and low. "But for now...", he managed, breathing heavily, "for now, I'd best lay you out and do my duty, before my knot grows too much to manage it. Would you prefer to be taken from the front or the back?"
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But oh, it was tempting. When Clevon managed to roll his hips like that, catching his cock just so, in a way that both squeezed it and made his balls bounce just slightly, it brought many an obscene term to the tip of his tongue. Strange that so divine a feeling prompted little else more than the urge to sully it.
He settled for a sound half growl and half groan. "A custard?", he managed, his voice roughened with pleasure. "Nay, my love, you're the entire meal, and more besides. But once you are truly mine in the eyes of God and man, I mean to devour every morsel of you, every night that I may."
Romantic as the notion may be, they would not be able to spend every day and night together. Each of them would have duties to perform, and Caleb's were likely to take him far afield at times. But he meant to see that every night they were together was spent blissfully in each others' arms, whether in sleep or lovemaking, and every hour of their days together in warmth and fulfillment.
Another roll of Clevon's hips that sent a thunderbolt of pleasure through him and straight to his groin, and his hand stroking Clevon's cock stuttered as he moaned deep and low. "But for now...", he managed, breathing heavily, "for now, I'd best lay you out and do my duty, before my knot grows too much to manage it. Would you prefer to be taken from the front or the back?"