Gregory scraped his teeth gently across a small patch of skin. "This is where I'm going to bite you when I claim you, Ryland," he whispered, his hands moving down his chest to the buttons of his pants.
He quickly freed Ryland's cock from his pants, rubbing his hand briefly over the hard flesh. As his thumb skimmed across the top, smearing pre-cum in its wake, he scrapped his teeth over his neck again.
"Do you want me to claim you, Ry?" he whispered.
"Yes," Ryland hissed. His hands came up to grab Gregory's head, his fingers fisting in his hair as he pulled his head down to his neck. "Now, Gregory, do it now!"
Gregory tightened his fingers around cock in his hand, quickly stroking him as he sank his teeth into his neck. His eyes drifted closed as he savored the sweet taste of his mate, now his forever. Ryland tasted just as he did when Gregory had kissed him, like sweet honeyed wine. It was a delicious flavor that he knew he would be obsessed with for the rest of his life.
He opened his eyes as he lifted his head, looking down in astonishment as Ryland cried out. His hips lifted frantically, pushing against Gregory as he came, covering Gregory's hand with shot after shot of pearly white seed.
"Fuck!" he whispered vehemently, feeling his own cock throb against his zipper. That was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He lifted his hand to his lips, his tongue darting out to lick at some of the seed on his hand.
Even this tasted like sweet honeyed wine, just a bit more tangy. He was doomed. Everything about his mate said that he was going to quickly become an obsession, if not a downright need— like breathing.
Gregory's eyes fell down to Ryland's burning face at the softly spoken word. He was avoiding his gaze, his face filled with embarrassment. He was upset that he had come so quickly, Gregory realized.
"I'm not. That was hot. I plan on seeing that look on your face again at least once more tonight," He chuckled before he licked the rest of his hand off.
"You're not upset?"
"Why would I be upset?" he asked curiously.
"Because I, because I came so fast?" Ryland murmured, his face burning even more.
"Hell, no. Do whatever feels right. Tells me I'm doing something right." Gregory grinned as he scooted down his body. He pulled his jeans down his legs and tossed them over his shoulder. Scooting up between Ryland's legs, he looked up at his stunned face, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Let's see if we can get you to do it again."
A moment later, Ryland was crying out again as Gregory took his still sensitive cock into his mouth, his tongue cleaning up any remaining seed as he licked him up one side and back down the other, like an ice cream cone.
"Gregory," Ryland groaned, his hands grabbing at his hair. "Wait, wait, what about you?"
"Oh, believe me, baby, I'm gonna get mine. Don't worry about that. This is a long process. It's not just a wham, bam, thank you, man. This takes time, consideration, planning. You can't rush these things," Gregory said, chuckling.
"Wham, bam, thank you, man? Are you serious? Where do you get this shit?" Ryland laughed as he lifted his head and looked down his body to Gregory's grinning face.
"It just comes to me. Must be a gift."
"Gregory, you have a lot of other gifts. Stick to those." He laughed, dropping his head back down to the straw covered floor.
Gregory climbed his way back up the smooth body beneath him until he was straddling his abdomen. He planted his hands down, one on each side of Ryland's head, and looked down at him. "Just what other gifts are we talking about?"
"Well, if I remember correctly, you have an amazing chest. Of course, it's hard to tell with your shirt on."
Gregory grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, whipping the shirt over his head and sending it flying across the stall. "This help?"
"Oh, yeah," Ryland whispered, his eyes taking in every inch of Gregory's thickly muscled chest. He had a light spray of brown hair covering the top and moving down his stomach in an arrow shape, ending somewhere under the waistline of his jeans. "This is much better."
His hands trembled as he reached up and placed them against Gregory's chest just below his nipples. He had waited so long to be able to touch Gregory like this. Now that he had the opportunity, he wasn't sure what he wanted to do first.
"Ry?" Gregory asked after a moment when he didn't move.
"Huh?" Ryland said, his eyes moving up to Gregory's worried face. "What?"
"Are you okay?"
Ryland blushed a little, a small grin coming to his lips. "Yeah. I'm just not sure where to start." His eyes dropped back down to scan Gregory's chest. "I've waited so long—"
"How about here?" Gregory asked as he grabbed Ryland's hands and moved them up to his light brown nipples, hissing softly when nimble fingers grabbed his nipples, pulling at them gently.
Ryland paused, his eyes darting up to Gregory's. Seeing the half-lidded look Gregory was giving him, his lower lip caught between his teeth, one long canine sticking out, he grinned, pulling harder.
He watched with fascination as Gregory's head fell back on his shoulders and his hands began to rub and down Ryland's arms. He suddenly felt the need to have his lips on Gregory's nipples. Grabbing his arms, he pulled until Gregory fell forward, his hands landing on each side of his head.
With Gregory's body leaning over his, he leaned up and stuck his tongue out, circling one taut nipple before sucking it in between his lips. He almost smiled when Gregory groaned.
Instead, he pulled the nipple into his mouth and gently bit down. It was like turning on an electrical switch. Gregory went wild. His hips began grinding against Ryland's hard cock. The harder he bit down, the wilder Gregory became.
Ryland reached down with his hands and quickly unzipped Gregory's pants. He had barely pulled Gregory's cock free when he was crying out his name, shooting into his hand, covering him with his release.