Deke moaned. "O-okay, but I'm almost done," he admitted breathily. "I made chicken salad sandwiches."
"Really?" Luther responded, a better idea pushing into his mind. When Deke nodded, he grinned back. "Okay, hurry up then, sweetheart. I'll set up a TV tray in the den."
"Okay," Deke murmured, panting.
Luther eased away from Deke, running his hand over his mate's stomach as he drew away. Taking that first step away from his sexy human proved difficult, especially when he looked again at his mate's sweet ass and remembered what he'd inserted into it earlier that morning.
Palming one of Deke's globes, Luther dug his fingertips into the crease. "Are you still wearing the plug?" he asked even as he found and jostled the base.
Deke froze and groaned. "Y-yes," he gasped.
"Good."
Luther released Deke and strode from the kitchen. Once inside the study, he set up a TV tray next to his large recliner. He stood there for a few seconds trying to get himself under control. When he finally felt like he wouldn't blow the second he touched his dick, he stripped, folding his clothes and placing them on the coffee table.
Reaching into the drawer of one of the end tables, Luther grabbed a tube of lube, then settled on his easy chair. He poured a dollop of slick onto his prick, then placed the tube on the chair next to his hip. Gripping himself, Luther spread the lube up and down his cock.
Deke walked in at that instant and froze, gasping. "Oh," he murmured, the plate he held shaking a bit in his grip.
Humming with pleasure at Deke's response, Luther released his cock and grabbed a tissue from the box on the end table. He wiped his fingers, then beckoned his mate forward. Deke strode to him. As soon as he was close enough, Luther gripped his mate's hip with his left hand and took the plate with his right.
"We'll put this aside for now," Luther stated, setting the plate on the TV tray.
"I thought you were hungry," Deke murmured huskily, his gaze fixed on Luther's thick shaft.
"Oh, I am," Luther assured, returning his focus to Deke and his groin. He made quick work of his mate's fly, smoothing his thumb along the thick vein running along the base of his dick. "I'm very hungry."
Then, Luther leaned forward and wrapped his lips around Deke's flared cap. Sucking lightly, he enjoyed the sounds of his mate's gasps and whines as he licked along the length and tickled the wrinkled skin under the head.
When Deke's hands landed on his shoulders and pushed, Luther did as his mate entreated. He released Deke's prick and grinned widely at his mate.
"Your mouth feels amazing," Deke whispered.
"Your dick is the perfect mouthful," Luther responded, pushing his mate's shorts down his legs. "But I'm ready for something else," he stated. Cupping his mate's cheeks, he pried them apart and rubbed over the base of the plug, jostling it in his lover's ass.
"Luther," Deke whined, shuddering in his grip. "Stop! I'm gonna come."
"Can't have that quite yet. Kick off your shorts, Deke."
As soon as Deke obeyed, Luther turned him around, located the plug, and eased it from his mate's chute. He reveled in the shiver that worked through Deke, loving how responsive the man was to his every touch. Then, he helped Deke onto his lap, positioning his dick in the process and allowed the momentum of rocking back in the seat and reclining the chair to drive his prick deep into his mate.
Sighing, Luther wrapped his arms around his mate and held him close. He nuzzled Deke's neck, enjoying the sensation of having his cock buried in the man's hot, tight grip. No matter how often he fucked his mate, his body always seemed to be ready for more and he prayed it'd always be that way. Luther relaxed in the knowledge that he held his mate in his arms, safe and healthy.
Deke turned his head where it rested on Luther's shoulder and kissed, then nipped, his neck.
Luther hummed. He turned his head and captured Deke's mouth. He thrust his tongue deep and dueled with his mate's. Luther growled, tasting and exploring his mate's mouth, reveling in Deke's unique taste.
Finally, Luther broke the kiss and sighed. He loosened his grip so he could run his hands over Deke's chest, abs, and hips. "I was so worried about you," he whispered the admission, rocking his hips slowly, stimulating them both. "The flight home was the longest hours of my life. I owe your new friends so much."
Deke moaned, his head digging into Luther's shoulder as he arched his body. He rolled his hips and gripped the arms of the chair, using his hold to drive his ass down and meet Luther's movements. "I knew you'd come for me. No matter what."
"I never wanted you to go through more pain," Luther rumbled. "This is where you should be. In my arms, safe and secure."
"I am," Deke moaned. "I am. Your family saved me. I'm okay," he assured, nuzzling his face into Luther's neck. "I'm here, sweet shifter."
Luther continued to move slowly as he peered down Deke's body. "Deke," he moaned, taking in his mate's lean lines and toned flesh. "Love how you feel wrapped around me as I'm wrapped around you. So perfect. Love you so much."
He didn't realize he'd blurted that out until Deke froze above him.
Turning his head, Deke stared at him, his jaw gaping a bit.
Clearing his throat, Luther murmured, "I know it's trite to blurt that out during sex, but it doesn't make it any less true."
Deke smiled, the expression full of warmth and affection. "I appreciate you saying that." He winked. "Even if I am impaled on your dick at the moment." Then, he sobered, "Because I love you, too. I knew before I moved in with you, that's why I finally agreed. I knew this was where I'm supposed to be."
Luther couldn't help but grin widely. "On my dick?"
Growling, Deke rocked forward, pulling halfway off Luther's dick, then driving back down.
Hissing through clenched teeth, Luther tightened his hold on Deke's waist. "Deke."
"Mmm," Deke murmured. "I thought we were having a serious moment. Declaring our love and all," he muttered, clenching and releasing his ass muscles, probably because Luther now held his hips still.
"Shit," Luther mumbled. "I'm sorry. We were and I fucked it up." Sighing, trying to get them back to where they were, he stated, "Sweetheart, I love you. I love that Fate put you in my path, and I love that you moved in with me." He slid his nose along Deke's neck, then scraped his teeth back down the slender column of flesh. "I don't ever want you to doubt that."
Deke tilted his head, offering him more room. "Oh, I don't," he purred. "Don't you doubt that, either, sexy shifter."
Luther rumbled softly, enjoying the feel of Deke's skin underneath his fingertips. He released Deke's hips. "Take what you want, my mate," he urged. "Ride my dick."
Massaging Deke's chest, his sides, his abs, Luther sighed as he mate planted his feet on either side of his calves where they rested on the fold-out footrest. Deke did exactly as Luther suggested. Between his hold on the armrests and the positioning of his feet, he arched his back, drove the back of his head into Luther's shoulder, and began a slow, steady rhythm, rising and falling on Luther's dick.
"Fuck, Luther," Deke whined. "Your dick feels so good plugging my ass."
"Yeah," Luther snarled. "Like seeing you fuck yourself on my dick, moving up and down, making your cock bounce. Fuck! So sexy." Luther growled, unable to pull his gaze away from Deke's bouncing prick.
As Deke's hips jacked up and down, his cock waved like a flagpole, swinging back and forth like a pendulum. "Look at you," Luther whined. "Your prick is so pretty. You're gonna come without a touch, aren't you, sweetheart?" he urged.
"Oh, yeah," Deke whined. "Your cock fills me so good, fills me just right. Your cap rubs over my prostate, sending sparks through my system. Makes me so hot for you."
"Yeah," Luther snarled. "You ready to come? I'll sink my teeth into you, just like my prick is sunk in your ass. You're gonna go off like a geyser, sending your seed shooting into the air. It'll be so beautiful, spraying your seed like a fountain."
Deke moaned. "Oh. Oh, fuck yeah!"
Luther wasted no time sinking his teeth deep into Deke's shoulder.
Blood flowed over his tongue and he moaned at the heady taste. Deke screamed, and just as Luther had predicted, his mate's cock jerked once, then spurted, shooting streams of seed high into the air. The seed splattered on and around them, the heady scent filling the air.