A/N – get ready for a ride hehe

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William’s P.O.V

Nothing in this world felt as good as resting your head on a cold pillow after a long day.

It was damn near orgasmic, and my moan was a testament to that.

I shift a little, getting comfortable against Damon, whose body was unusually tense against mine, but it’s a soft afterthought as I barrel towards sleep.

“Will,”

My mind tugs me back just before I can knock out. I hum gently as I press a kiss to his nape, already half asleep.

“Um, I…I-I want,” Damon stutters over his words, his body squirming enough to make my eyes flutter open.

I slip my fingers into his at the base of his stomach, pulling myself closer as I kiss his mark, “What is it, baby?”

Damon shudders hard, his body relaxing while my cock fills with interest.

“I-” he takes a breath, his fingers clinging almost painfully to mine. “I want you to fuck me.”

My cock plumps immediately, going from sleepy interest to half hard in record time.

“I can fuck you anytime, Damon,” I whisper against his skin, “but if you let me go to sleep now, I promise to ride you just the way you like in the morning.”

I could feel the heat from Damon’s neck, so fierce it had me smiling hard.

I loved the way he never changed. The way my alpha unfurled just for me.

“No. I mean, that would be great, but that’s not what I meant,” he rushes out quickly. “I mean that I’m ready… I want you to fuck me. I-I want you to top.”

All my sleepiness evaporates in an instant as I sit up as quickly as humanly possible. Reaching over, I tug on the lamplight before I peer down at my mate, scanning him for proof that I’d dreamed that, but Damon blinked back up at me with heated cheeks and honest eyes heavy with lust.

“You want me to top,” I repeat very slowly, and he nods. “You want to bottom?”

He nods again, the tips of his ears getting red too, “I know you’ve been waiting for me, and I’m ready now. I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I want it.”

I swallow, “How long is a while?”

“More than a month,” Damon looks away before he glances back at me, “I get dreams.”

“Dreams?” I question, mouth suddenly dry. This has to be a dream.

He nods slowly, and I watch his adam’s apple bob before he speaks, “Dreams of you on top of me, but not riding me, you…y-you’re fucking into me, and I love it.”

“Fuck,” I groan as I bend my head into the crook of his neck, my cock jerking against his hip.

“I want it,” he whispers again, “I want that, with you, and I know you’ll make it good.”

“I will,” I vow because I’d been having dreams too, since the moment Damon told me he always imagined me eventually topping him.

I’d been having dreams of taking my alpha apart by being the one to introduce him to his prostate.

“So, can we?” Damon asks innocently. His blue eyes shining with hope when I pull back to look at him. “Can we try?”

“Yes, Damon,” I reply with a smile. “We can do whatever you’re ready for.”

“Only if you want it to,” Damon says firmly, and my heart does somersaults as I kiss his cheek before palming it gently.

“Trust me, Damon, I want it too,” I trail my kisses lower until I’m just against his ear. “I can’t wait to make you cum all over yourself.”

Damon groans, thrusting his hips up to rub his cock against me, as if he wanted nothing more.

“Oh, Damon,” I shiver against him, “I’m going to make it so good for you.”

Better than that, I was going to make my alpha meet his favourite Goddess.

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“I don’t like it!”

I close my eyes and count to ten, then I count to twenty cause that wasn’t going to be enough.

“Damon, we don’t have to do this,” I promise for the hundredth time. “Bottoming isn’t for everyone.”

“No! I want to!” He shouts in a near whine. “I just don’t like this!”

“Well, douching is a must,” I say firmly because there was no way I was sliding up in anything that wasn’t clean. “Now, you can either suck it up or let me come help you.”

“Nooooo!” Damon howls, his embarrassment riding through our bond like a tidal wave.

For some out of this world reason, Damon thought having me help him douche was too far. As if we hadn’t been living together for more than a year.

I’d seen his grimy face when he woke up and kissed his crusty lips still, got ready in the morning while he took a shit and vice-versa.

Douching was nothing to be embarrassed about. I did it all the time, but for some reason, Damon was adamant about doing it on his own.

That wouldn’t have been a problem at all if he didn’t cry about it the whole time.

As another jumbled sound of discomfort comes, I lean against the closed bathroom door and try to remember the first time I douched on my own. How scared I’d been that I was doing it wrong, how uncomfortable the warm water felt, and how I’d even wanted to throw up at one point.

I remind myself of all the unpleasantness I’d just gotten used to over time, and keep that firmly in mind for my mate.

“It’s one of those things that you have to bare through,” I breathe out, “it doesn’t matter how strong you are, it still sucks the first time around. You’re doing great already, and you’re almost there, so just try a little longer.”

Damon doesn’t reply immediately, the quiet almost deafening.

“Damon?”

“I’m holding,” he whispers, sounding almost like a lost puppy. “Keep talking. Your voice makes it easier.”

Chest tightening, I do just that. I let my mouth run off with words of encouragement, random thoughts that I knew would snag his attention, and Damon listens quietly, for the most part.

In between, I hear the tap running and the toilet flushing, but it doesn’t come with accompanied whines or complaints as he gets used to it.

Damon was douching.

The thought sends a crazy rush of arousal through me, so fucking strong that my cock aches at how quickly it fills.

There wasn’t anything remotely sexy about douching to me, but just the thought of Damon readying himself for me. Well, that was hot as fuck.

“It’s clear,” Damon announces before a flush follows. “That means I’m done right.”

“Yeah,” I confirm, pulse racing. “You can do it one more time to be sure if you want, but you’re done, babe.”

“Okay,” he mumbles just loud enough for me to hear. “I’m going to shower and get ready,” I could almost feel the heat of his blush through the door. “I-I’ll be out soon.”

“Alright,” My smile is wicked as I step away from the door and look over our bedroom in a final check.

Everything was ready; lube, condoms, and fresh sheets. I’d thought about lighting candles, but that seemed like too much.

It was a big deal, Damon’s first time bottoming, but I didn’t want to make him more nervous than he was.

Damon had been a stumbling mess for the last two weeks, ever since the night, he’d tried to make me cum with words by telling me he wanted to bottom.

For two weeks, he could barely meet my eyes without stuttering or not run into things whenever he saw me naked.

It was like a switch had been turned, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love this other side of my mate.

But no matter how excited I was, my main goal was to make it good for Damon.

I didn’t want it to turn into something horrible like him, only bottoming when we were ready to have kids. I wanted us to play around with things, and though I didn’t love topping all that much, I knew it would be different with Damon.

Everything was different, better, with Damon.

The lock to the bathroom door clicks, and I turn just in time to see Damon come out with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair wet against his skin, and his cheeks flushed like the rest of him.

“Hi,” I greet.

He smiles, “Hi.”

I let my eyes scan his body as I walk toward him, wanting him to see just how perfect I found him. Every corner of him aroused some part of me, and he needed to know that.

He tugs me in when I’m close, sliding his arms around my waist while I do the same to his. I blink up at him, still grinning from ear to ear.

“You’re really excited about this,” he mumbles, tilting his head to the side just a little.

“Who wouldn’t be excited about touching their mate?” I ask as I slide my hands up the smooth plains of his back. “Kissing them, holding them,” I grip his shoulders when I reach the top, “watching them take your cock.”

Damon’s pale skin flushes even more, his erection pressing against my stomach as he swallows.

“I guess,”

Laughter spills from me as I slide my hands back down to palm at his hips, “You guess?”

“You know what I mean,” he groans, “I’m a little nervous, but I know you’ll fuck me good.”

“Oh baby,” I slide my hands down to his ass, gripping the mounds of flesh so I can tug him closer.

Damon falls against me, letting me handle him as I please, which was a bigger rush than words could ever explain.

“I’ll get to fucking you, you can trust in that, but first, I’m going to love you with every inch of me.” I lean in close, “and I mean every inch.”

“You’re a fucking pervert,” he accuses.

“And you fucking love it,”

That was a fact. There was no denying the way his eyelids were already growing heavier with each word.

“I do,” Damon admits before he tilts my chin up with a finger. “I really, really do.”

Bringing his lips down on mine, Damon kisses his way into my mouth, not bothering to be slow or gentle. He was too worked up for that, which I didn’t mind in the slightest.

“That mouth,” he growls as he passes his thumb over my bottom lip. “It’s so damn filthy.”

Damon’s eyes stay fixated on my lips while he licks his own, giving me a teasing glimpse of his canines.

“And you haven’t even cum in it yet,” I whisper as I slip one of my hands around to palm his erection. “Want to fix that?”

Damon doesn’t respond with words, only another gravelled growl that gets lost in another kiss. I press up on my toes, arms draping over his shoulders to bring him closer, but it’s not enough; it could never be enough with him.

I knew that the mate bond affected things and made a simple touch feel greater than anything in this world if it was coming from one’s mate, but there was no denying that mated or not, anyone would lose their minds at having Damon Calderon in their arms.

Acting before I even have to ask, Damon slips his hands under my thighs and hoists me up. I grin against his lips while I wrap my legs around him and offer my tongue to him.

Damon sucks on it without pause or shame, and then his teeth get involved as he walks us to the bed. I free my moans while I rock against him, thrusting enough to rub my cock against his abs.

Any other day, I’d be begging Damon to fuck me against the wall, but not tonight. Tonight, I wanted to bring everything I’d ever imagined to fruition, and I wasn’t having it any other way.

Damon tosses me down at the edge of the bed, leaving me to look up at him where he stood, towel left on its own a feel paces back.

My eyes settle on his cock, and my own jerks within my shorts. The sight of Damon’s thick erection, pointed up with a tempting bead of precum at the tip, was compelling in ways that had my tongue aching to lick it up.

“I love those shorts on you,” Damon confesses as he crawls onto the mattress.

“I know,” I glance down at the navy blue silk shorts, “that’s why I wore them.”

I’d somehow started a collection of the things ever since my visit to a certain shop with Mickey and Emitt, and Damon couldn’t get enough. They were nothing fancy, just shorts meant for bed that were just a little too tight. They barely held my ass in them, or my dick, which is why Damon loved them so much.

“You live to torture me,” he says when he’s settled above me.

“Mhm,” I hum while I dip my hand low enough to brush his sensitive head with my knuckles. When his hips jut forward, I grin and roll us.

Damon doesn’t fight me, letting me take control as I settle us on our sides. Legs tangled together, I kiss him until his breaths come so fast it warms my neck with each pant.

When I’m sure he’s relaxed, I reach over for the lube and warm some in my palm before I stroke it over his length.

“Fuck,” he hisses, hips bucking forward so he can thrust into my loose hold.

I keep my eyes on him, watching his every move while he lazily fucks my palm. In and out, he slides, his hands gripping my hips tight to keep himself steady.

Every hitch in his breath, every bite to his lip and flutter of his lashes, threatened to send me tumbling, and he wasn’t even touching me.

Slipping my free hand under his knee, I tug it upwards until his leg is settled over me, opening him up for my fingers to explore further down.

Damon’s eyes widen just a little, but he doesn’t try to push away, instead resting his head against mine while I trail my fingers down to his balls.

I cup them loosely, breathing in deep when he does and kissing the corner of his mouth when he shudders from a light squeeze. I roll them in my fingers while I watch him, getting off solely from that misty look in his eyes.

Stealing another drugged kiss, I play with his balls for a little longer, tugging until he’s squirming against me and tumbling towards the edge.

When he’s near enough, I let my fingers slip down between his legs and brush my fingertips gently against his entrance.

Damon stiffens, and I do as well, but for two completely different reasons.

“You’re smooth,” I whisper, spreading my fingers further to palm at his ass which was the same. No hair to be found, not even peach fuzz. “Like really smooth.”

The skin between Damon’s brows tugs closer as he peers at me, “You’re always like this.”

“Yeah,” I admit, not quite understanding what that had to do with this. I liked to be pretty much hairless all over. The same couldn’t be said for Damon, which I didn’t mind. This was a shift.

Damon’s frown deepens a little more, “I wanted to be good for you. I waxed.”

“You did what? When?!” I bark out, surprise making my eyes bulge.

Damon pales just a little, “I waxed,” he repeats. “I did it yesterday. Is that wrong? Am I not allowed to?”

“Of course, you can, but Damon,” I breathe out as I look at my innocent mate. “You didn’t have to do that. I mean, it’s nice, but you didn’t have to do that for me.”

Damon shrugs, “Well, I did.”

Yes, he did, because he thought it would make it better for me, not himself, and he didn’t think that was even a big deal because he was Damon, my sweet Damon.

I pass my free hand over his skin, exploring and from the feeling of things, Damon had waxed every inch of his ass.

“Oh God,” I whisper with a shudder.

“What?” Damon asks, still afraid that he’d done something wrong.

“Nothing bad. It’s just really turning me on how much you prepared for this,” I admit while I nuzzle his nose. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to control myself tonight.”

“Oh,” Damon’s cheeks heat just a little before that misty look returns to his eyes, “that’s okay.”

Goddess, I loved this man.

Chuckling to myself, I pull him close for more kisses before I hoist his leg up even higher and pass my fingers over his entrance again.

Damon tenses a little before he forces himself to relax. I let him adjust to the new attention, leading him with gentle touches until I’ve got him so worked up that he starts pushing his hips back a little.

“Will,” Damon groans, “stop stalling, I’m ready.”

“Are you?” I ask calmly as if I had all the time in the world.

Damon’s deep blues flash, and I feel a smile spread my lips apart.

“Alright, if you’re ready, then we’ll start slow,” I promise as I look into his eyes. “Tell me what you’re feeling. I want this to be good for you.”

Damon nods before his hand reaches down, “I want to touch you too.”

“We’ll get to that,” It takes real effort to force my hips back so he can’t reach me. “You first.”

Before Damon can protest in the way I knew he would, I press my finger against his hole just a little. His mouth slams shut, and his hole clenches, tightening up as if it were on lockdown.

“You’ve got to relax for me,”

“Sorry,” he mumbles, visibly trying to make his muscles release, but it wasn’t happening. Luckily, I knew a cheat code.

I lean down, following the path of his neck until I’m at his collarbone so that I can lick a path along his mark.

Damon immediately becomes hot butter, and I push my index finger inside him. It slides in easily, and when he clams up again, I’m at my second knuckle.

I’d expected it since Damon had never ventured lower than his dick, but fuck, he was tight. Just imagining having my cock buried inside that warm heat had me dripping.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” Damon nods, his nose wrinkling, “it just feels weird, cramped.”

“The first finger usually does,” I admit while I begin a gentle pull out before pressing back in, going a little deeper this time.

We work the first finger in easily enough, with Damon taking it better than I expected. He didn’t seem to hate it or love it, which was a good place to start with.

“Ready for another?” I ask while I squeeze just a little bit more lube into my fingers.

The second was what always got me. Well, when it was my own fingers. Damon’s were a little thicker, so I ended up moaning like a whore from the first most times.

Damon nods again, breathing in as if to prepare himself before he thinks better of that and lets it out.

When I work in the second, Damon sucks in a breath, and I thank Goddess for the private showing.

He winces a little before his eyes grow wide, and his fingers tighten on my shoulders, holding onto me while he takes my fingers deeper, inch by inch.

“Oh,” Damon breathes out when I reach my knuckles. I watch him for a moment before I pull them out before I curl them a little, and push back in.

Damon’s body locks up all at once, and his eyes go rolling a little, “Oh fuck.”

Pride lurches within my chest, making my balls ache while Damon stretches his neck back against the pillows. He releases a soft moan, one so quiet I almost missed it, but it was there.

“That’s…” he shudders when I pick up the pace a little. “That’s good.”

I chuckle gently while I work my fingers in and out, “And I haven’t even found your prostate yet.”

I feel the pound of Damon’s heart, a mix of what had to be excitement and nerves at experiencing what I liked to call, the Promised Pleasureland.

“Still good?” I ask, because you could never check in too much.

“So good,” Damon confirms as I pass my thumb over his taint and spread my fingers some. “Oh Goddess, that is so fucking good, Will!”

I breathe in the heat of his arousal, revelling in the feel of his dripping cock wetting my thighs while his hips do little jerks. Just watching Damon get off was like my own aphrodisiac.

I pick up the pace, getting a bit firmer with my touch while I slowly learn the ins and outs of Damon’s body.

When I curled my fingers on a thrust in, his eyes got distant. When I twisted them on the way out, his breaths caught, and when I spread them open, he moaned for me.

“Another?” I ask, desperate to see how he’d react to that.

Damon doesn’t hesitate to nod as he pushes his hips back needily. I bit my tongue to stop myself from teasing him about it. I wanted him to really lose it before I started whispering the things that made him cum.

I work another finger inside my alpha with a little more lube, eyes glued to his face every second to make sure he’s okay.

He stills as I slide them in, doing his best to relax, but he still winced a bit, his body growing tight as he tried to take it all in.

“Full,” he breathes out between little pants. “I feel so full.”

Goddess bless him, he was going to lose it when I got inside of him.

“But it feels good?”

“Yeah,” Damon admits after a moment. I thrust my fingers in deeper, and Damon’s body bows, “F-Fuck me!”

“Oh baby, I will,” I whisper, nipping at his lip.

Damon grins shakily, his slitted eyes finding mine, “You will, Will?”

I grin up at him, heart aching with just how hard it had to work to keep up with my love for him.

“Yes, I will,” I whisper with a chuckle as I lean in closer. “I’m going to fuck you so good you beg me to never stop. I’m going to turn you inside out, and then I’m going to fuck you again.”

Groaning into the pillow, Damon tries to bury his face to hide his cheeks, but I just use it as a chance to move closer to his ears.

“You’re going to scream for me,” I pump my fingers in fast, and he moans. “Louder than that, I’m going to bring it all out of you, Damon, and you’re going to love it. I know you will because you already love this, don’t you?”

Cheeks and ears hot, he nods a little, his entire body shifting back to meet the thrusts of my fingers inside of him.

“My alpha,” I whisper like a song while I pass my tongue over the shell of his ear. Damon clenches down hard, “I can’t wait to be inside of you.”

Pulling away without warning, I sit up and slowly ease my fingers out. Damon makes a rough keening sound of protest.

“I was, I was,” he swallows hard, his chest raging with each breath, “so close.”

“I know,”

Slipping out of my shorts, I bring myself closer to his head, stroking my cock with my free hand before I throw my leg over him and settle my ass over his face.

Damon doesn’t make me beg. Tugging my waist down until my weight is fully on him, he eats me out like he was made for it.

I throw my head back, my mouth falling open as he works his tongue against my entrance, licking and prodding, nibbling in the way he knew I loved before he sticks his tongue inside.

I see the fucking stars as I rock back, greedy for more and Damon gives it to me.

Trying not to lose my mind, I slide down myself until my mouth is at the swollen head of his cock.

There was a tiny pool of precum settled under his stomach, a drip connecting it from the tip of his cock. I lick it up before I suck his tip into my mouth, making Damon buck beneath me.

We moan together, each driving the other insane while we work the parts to the each other we knew by heart. I swallow Damon down to the root, and he fucks my ass with his tongue, I squeeze his balls, and he rubs my taint.

I’m practically a puddle on top of him by the time he pulls back and redirects his attention to my cock.

It was hard to remember that there was ever a time when Damon was nervous to suck my dick. It felt like a fever dream with the way he so eagerly sucked on me like a man starved.

I thrust in, knowing he can take it, and he grips my ass, forcing me even deeper down his throat.

I hadn’t planned to cum, not yet, but the sweet suction of Damon’s wet lips and tight throat was unravelling me like thread on a bobbin.

“D-Damon! Ngh!” I gasp when he pulls back to swirl his tongue around my tip before taking me down again. “Damon, I’m…I-I…”

My balls draw up tight, and I go tumbling off the edge. I cum hard, pleasure hitting me so hard I forget how to breathe for a moment, all the while, Damon sucks on my tip with those tight, warm lips.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I chorus as I keep cumming, my orgasm stretching itself out to the last second while I fill Damon’s mouth.

Constant shivers rake through me by the time I finish, leaving me boneless while I slump against Damon, who was breathing hard beneath me, each warm breath against my cock like a teasing lick.

“I think that’s a new record,” he says when he finds his voice again.

I grin against his thigh, “Maybe.”

Sliding off, I look back just in time to see Damon scooping up some of my cum that had slipped down his throat. He sucks his thumb clean with a happy hum, and my cock gives it its all to harden again.

“Need a breather?” He asks, tauntingly, watching me while he slips a hand between his legs to stroke himself.

“Just one second,” I admit with a chuckle, “and then I’ll beat that record.”

“You’ll try,” Damon replies before he spits in his palm and works his length while watching me.

His eyes don’t stray, not even once. He keeps them on my body, letting them slide up from my hips, down to my wet cock and to my hard nipples. His hand strokes faster, and I feel my cock plumps some.

With anyone else, I might’ve been embarrassed, but with Damon, watching him getting off to just the sight of me was almost as good as his mouth. Almost.

Sitting up when I have the strength for it, I pluck the waiting cock-ring from the nightstand and work it onto me.

“I didn’t know we were getting kinky tonight,”

I glance across at my sprawled mate with a loose chuckle, “No, that’s Fridays. You should know that. Damon grins. “This is insurance that I can make sure you’re well-fucked tonight.”

Damon’s grasp on himself tightens, “Humans.”

“Yes, well, this human is about to rock your world.”

I slide down the bed and settle myself between his legs, which he opens readily for me.

Still jerking himself, Damon watches me while I push his legs back until I can see his pink hole clenching in anticipation.

“God, that’s pretty,” I rasp as I push his legs back a little more so I can get a better view.

Damon flushes, but his hand works himself faster.

“Just a taste,” I whisper as I lick my lips.

Damon’s breath hitches, “I’ll cum.”

“No, you won’t,” I stare with a smile, “you won’t cum until my cock is inside of you.”

Tossing his head back, Damon curses but doesn’t stop pumping his fist, his eyes locked on me while I bring my tongue out.

His chest tights, legs vibrating beneath my palms, and his eyes roll when I wet his hole.

“Again,” he begs in a stutter and I, of course, oblige. “Wi-ahh! Please don’t stop!”

Like if I could.

I take my time, licking and tasting Damon’s hole, head growing fuzzy with all his sharp intakes and needy moans. I loved the way he trembled and pushed back for more, thankfully not embarrassed in the least to be enjoying this.

With his hole loosened by my fingers, it’s easy to slide my tongue in, and the moment I do, Damon almost shoots off the bed.

His moan bounced off the wall, strained as if he were in pain, but I knew he wasn’t from his tightening balls, and dripping erection.

“More!” He begs in a chant, his voice a wonderful mix of needy moans and unhinged growls. “More, please! More!”

Gripping his ass, I bury my face between my mate’s legs and give him what he wants, more. I fuck my tongue into him like my fingers, stroking his channel while I watch him come undone above.

“Ahh! Yes, oh God, Will!” His whimpers urge me on, and I fuck his ass with my tongue until his heels are digging into the bed, while he squirms.

Damon jerks his cock harder, eyes getting distant, “So close! So fucking close!”

I pull back immediately and grip his wrists, pressing his hands to his side. He bows up against me with a pained cry that I swallow as I mould his lips to mine.

Legs open and rocking, he rubs his erection against mine, letting me pin him while he tries to get to the edge again, but it stays just out of his reach.

“Fuck you,” he bristles against my lips before his legs wrap around me and force me close. “Put it in.”

My entire body goes haywire.

I’d expected Damon to get needy for me, but not like this. I prepared for his blushes and stuttering that I was sure I’d still get, but not the feral look in his eyes.

“So demanding,” I manage after a breath. “Do you want my cock that badly?”

Damon’s eyes flash, turning darker as he rocks against me, “Yes.”

“But I promised to love on you first,” I say in a fake whine that makes him growl. “Look at you, so eager to take me.”

And there it is, the first splotch of colour on his cheeks.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Damon?” I ask while I rock my hips. “Want me to find that prostate of yours and fuck it until you cry?”

Damon’s face reddens, and his pupils dilate.

“You’ll have to say it, baby,” I smile as I watch him frown, “you know I love to hear you use your words.”

Damon bites his lip as if he were holding back a world of curses, but he still rolls his hips against mine while he licks his lips.

“Fuck me,”

“More than that,”

“Use me,”

I almost cum. “More.”

“I want you to fuck me, Will,” Damon breathes out, his eyelids getting heavy. “I want you to fill me up, use me and then fuck me some more. I want you to fuck the cum out of me.”

I reach down quickly, grabbing my dick to the point it hurt, but it was the only way to stop my orgasm as pleasure raced up through me.

“Fuck,” I try to stop my shivers, but they keep going. “Jesus, Damon.”

Damon smiles up at me, proud despite the fact that his entire upper body was basically a lantern now. “Was that enough words?”

“More than enough,” I bite into his lip before I make quick work of slipping on a condom and slicking his entrance and my cock before I line myself up.

We breathe together, the world slowing down between each one as the weight of this moment settles over us.

Damon blinks up at me, eyes shifting between my own with a vulnerability I knew he only showed me, a trust that he only gave me.

For the first time, I felt a little nervous to mess this up, to not give him everything he always gave me.

But those fears drift away in a heartbeat when Damon smiles at me.

It’s a small thing, a little tilt in the corner of his lips, just a little shaky, but it says all the things words could never hope to encompass.

I kiss him again, this time gentle and slow, and when we part, I ask one last time, “Ready?”

Damon nods, his eyes glowing, “Ready.”

On his next exhale, I push in, taking it slow when he fills his lungs with a gasp I mirror. Nothing could’ve prepared me for how tight and hot Damon was inside. He was a fucking dream, his hole clamped so tightly around me I feared I’d cum before we even started.

Damon keeps trying to breathe through heavy pants as I slide in deeper. With all the prep, there wasn’t much resistance, and he was taking it like a champ.

I stop in between, letting Damon adjust until my thighs meet his and I’m buried in deep. I feel my balls tighten, my heart racing as I dig my fingers into Damon’s shaking thighs.

“All good?” I ask, as I blink past the pleasure.

Damon nods, lips parted and gaze adorably lost as he looks down at where we were connected, “Just…J-Just give me a second.”

I do, waiting as long as he needs while he shifts a little, hole squeezing down every now and again to test my control.

When he whispers, “You can move,” I almost lose my mind.

Using every fibre of control I had, I pull out halfway before carefully thrusting back in, making Damon’s blues grow big as he grits his teeth. I wait a moment before doing it again, this time pulling back further before I drive in again.

I take it slow, until his few grunts turn into whimpers and his lips part to let them out.

I watch my mate’s eyes, waiting as the pain filters away, pleasure growing more abundant with each thrust, and when I know it’s almost all he feels, I roll my hips and thrust in deep.

“Ohhhh fuck!” Damon bucks, arching into me.

I grin as I pull out again, giving him another deep thrust that makes him moan out for me.

“W-Will,” he almost lost call tugs me closer to him.

“I’m here, baby,” I kiss his cheek and fall into a smooth, deep rhythm that makes him cry out. “I’ve got you.”

“Will!” Damon’s large arms wrap around me, caging me against his chest while he buries his face into the crook of my neck, holding onto me while I fuck my way into him.

I keep my pace steady, keep it at that fabulous but almost maddening rock that made his toes curl as I brush his prostate, not quite reaching it.

All the while, my senses become dull as I forget everything in the world around me but my mate and the pleasure of his tight, little hole.

“Nghh!” Damon moans against my mark, sending my eyes rolling before I rush to sit up.

Keeping his thighs pinned to the bed, I pass my gaze over my mate as he moves against the sheets with every rock of my hips. His hands clawing at the fabric beneath him while he comes undone.

“Hold them,” I pant as I push his legs back.

Damon’s hands curl under his knees, pulling them back so that I can slide in deeper. I slam in a little harder, finally meeting his prostate, and the moment I do, he cums.

Thick, long ropes of cum shoot from his tip while he clings to his shaking legs, his cries a wrecked mixture of moans and whimpers that make me shiver.

I keep my thrusts up, fucking his prostate to keep him cumming, while his tight heat traps me in a world of pleasure better than any I’d ever known.

“Ah! Ah! Will!” Damon moans on each thrust, his cock dribbling cum now, but just a little came out on each thrust. “P-Please! Uhgh!”

Squirming against the sheets, spread out as he was with a happily fucked look in his eyes, lust surged hot inside of me, demanding me to take him even further.

“More?” I pant as I shuffle closer, sliding my hands to his waist. “I’ll give you more.”

“Wha-ahh!” Damon’s eyes bulge as I tug him to me and fuck in at the same time. I fuck him good, fuck him the way I could see in his eyes he wanted, and Damon takes it all.

“F-Fuck me!” He begs, spreading himself open, so I do.

I thrust in with deep, fast strokes that have my alpha melting beneath me.

“God, you take me so well,” I curse as I lean down to suck on his nipple, earning a shattered moan from him. “So fucking tight.”

Damon’s chest heats against my skin, his body vibrating all over from pleasure that had his cock hard and dripping again.

“You gonna cum for me again, Damon?” I ask as I lick the hard nub before nibbling at it. “I want to see you cum again.”

Damon doesn’t get a word out past his whimpers while he thrashes against the sheets, his upper body curving upwards as if to present his nipples for me.

I suck on each of them until they’re wet and red, and then I bite my way up his chest, leaving marks that fade just as quickly as they came until I reach his tattooed mark.

I give no warning beside the tightening of my fingers against his hips before I slam in deep and bite down on the ink.

The sound Damon lets out almost makes me cum.

It’s desperate and needy, the edge of unhinged and satisfied, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. I watch as his orgasm takes him under, the pleasure making his entire body shaking like an exposed nerve.

I wanted to keep him like this forever, so aroused he could only lay there and take it, but I didn’t want to overwhelm him. He was barely getting air in his lungs, and it was far too early for him to pass out.

“I…I,” he shudders hard as he tries for a deep breath, hole clenching around me. “I-I need-”

“A break?” I quip as I draw back, getting an eyeful of the mess he’d become already.

Damon eases his hands, letting his legs fall, “Maybe.”

“Werewolves,”

Pulling myself out carefully, I relish in the needy whine that passes his lips before I turn him over onto his stomach.

I press his firm cheeks apart and lick my lips as he clenches his stretched and fucked hole.

“Not being able to cum inside of you is a crime,” I grumble as I slide back in, moaning as I watch my length settle inside of him.

Damon sinks into the mattress, turning completely boneless as I sink in and out of him, watching with wrapped attention the way his body takes me with ease.

I tease my own orgasm, thrusting in and out to feed my own arousal before I slip into slow, measured thrusts when it gets too much, and my balls ache to empty.

I tease Damon back up to his needy moans, loving the way his body tenses all over before he cums under me, his cock still hard between his legs despite the rush.

When he settles, eyes glazed and wet, I let myself lay over his heated, wide back, slipping my arms beneath his so that we were joined at every corner.

“You know how mates are built for one another,” I whisper between easy thrusts. “How were two halves of a whole, two pieces that fit like no other.”

Damon whimpers as he pushes back, meeting my thrusts head-on and making my head swirl.

“It feels like I’m made to be inside of you,” I confess against his skin. “Like I’ll fit nowhere else but here.”

“Will,” Damon croaks, tears wetting the pillow beneath him that he clings to. “Will.”

“I’m here,” I promise as I bring my knees on either side of him so that I can fuck him better. Gripping his shoulders, I press my head against his and moan, “I’m right here.”

Time gets lost between orgasms and pleasure, and though I have to wait, it’s not a hardship when I get to watch my mate fall apart.

Get to watch him cum, again and again, get to watch him open himself for me, get to see his blue eyes glaze over with pleasure and hear the soft keening sounds he’d only ever make for me.

Its pleasure in an endless loop I’m happy to ride until Damon is a limp, used but sated thing that makes my blood run hotter than ever.

“W-Want you t-to cum,” Damon manages after cumming on his side, his hand still holding his leg up for me. “Inside.”

“You know I can’t,” I barely manage the response, strung and desperate as I was to fill the condom.

“I know,” Damon groans, “but I-I need to know, t-to feel it.”

I hoped feeling it through the condom would be enough, but I was not ready for a mini-me.

Nodding, I roll over, letting myself and my exhausted muscles take a rest on my back. I push my sweat-slicked hair back and smile at my mate when he looks at me, confused.

“I want to cum with you riding me, Damon,”

Damon’s cheeks flush instantly, burning a bright red that has me rushing towards the edge already.

Wordlessly, Damon rolls over as well until he’s settled on top of me, his legs on either side of me, like his hands by my head.

His canines and talons had come out to play somewhere along the way and hadn’t gone back yet, not that I was complaining.

It was fucking hot to see him so out of control, added to that the way he looked with his own cum all over him; it was my personal wet dream.

Reaching behind him, Damon eases my cock into him, settling down with a happy moan that made me jerk inside of him.

He smiles proudly as he rests his hands back down and starts to rock his hips.

“Fuck…”

Damon always looked sexy above me, but it wasn’t usually like this. He wasn’t panting above me, moaning like a whore while swivelling his hips with skill.

Now he was, and every time his hips met mine, his weight keeping me beneath him, I drew a little closer to blowing inside of him, ring or not.

“Damon, fuck me! Ahh!” I reach up to drag my nails down his chest, and he picks up the pace.

“Touch me, everywhere,” He begs, fucking himself so hard on my cock it had our bed squeaking and shifting. “I want to nghh!!! G-Goddess, Will touch me!”

I do. I trace my fingers over his nipples and arms, scrape at his inner thighs until they shake and twist his balls in my fingers. I stroke his length until he’s leaking onto me, and then I do it all again.

Each caress sent sparks crashing through me, turning my body more sensitive than I knew it could’ve while Damon pulled me closer and closer to the edge.

“Right there,” he groans as he rests his hands behind him, stretching himself out for me while I jerk him off. “Tell me your close.”

“I’m close,”

Eyes locked together, Damon rides me until his hole squeezes down on me, his tight heat pushing me over the edge, and before I even knew it was happening, his canines sink in.

Black spots blot out my vision, and I lose sense of everything but how fucking good everything felt. My orgasm turns my consciousness into a pleasured haze I could only surrender to.

I never wanted it to end, and for a moment, I didn’t think it ever would because Damon didn’t stop, he kept slamming his hips down, milking my balls of every drop I’d kept from him.

“D-Damon,” I try, but it comes out slurred when he licks at my mark, forcing another orgasm from me.

I feel his cum hit my chest, feel his body shiver and crash against mine, but I barely register it through the pleasure that turned us into animals.

Damon slowly retracts his canines, but keeps me rooted in him when he collapses on my chest, exhausted beyond measure.

“That was…that was,” he tries between pants. “That was some of the best sex we’ve ever had.”

It’s almost painful the way my chest fills, my soul brightening for the other half of me.

I knew Damon would enjoy bottoming, if he gave it a chance. Unfortunately, a lot of gay big guys thought bottoming was just for the twinks and didn’t even try giving it a chance.

Of course, there were preferences, but there was also just plain close mindedness.

I never thought Damon was like that, but it was good to have the full proof of it.

“So, you liked it?” I ask. “It was good.”

“What part of some of the best sex we’ve ever had did you not understand?”

“Damon,” I scold, he chuckles.

“Fine,” he kisses my neck and nods against the pillow, “it was more than good. I see why you’re always climbing on my dick now.”

I bark out laughing, and he laughs against me, nuzzling close.

“I’m happy to make this a regular thing,” he admits, “switching it up will be fun.”

“Switching it up will be fun, with Will?” I ask, making him cackle as our bond warms between us.

“Give me a minute, and I’ll have a comeback for that, and I’ll be ready to go again.”

“To do what again?!?”

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Poor Will, doesn’t know how these alphas get when they bottom hahaha

Thoughts?!??!?!

This was a long time coming and though it didn’t go exactly how I thought it would in my head, I’m not mad at the outcome AT ALL. Like Damon had me sweating at some parts here loool.

Also, writing this on a plane was insane. I know for a fact, every one of those air hostesses think I’m a freak 😭

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this!!! It took some time to write but I wanted it just right.

Next up is a Patreon Extra then Master I think.

Until next time,
Byeeeeeeee Humanssss