Grinning, Michel took hold of Jason's hand and placed it back on his thigh. "Keep it there, sweetheart. Now that I have this delicious feast spread before me, I believe it's time to play."
"What?"
Michel grinned at the disbelieving squeak in Jason's voice. Oh, yes, teasing and pleasing his lover was an art he wanted to learn every detail of. Using the hand on Jason's waist, he kept him steady, then used his other hand to lift Jason's foot and bring it up, placing the ball of the man's foot on his shoulder.
"Hmm, ye changed colors," he commented. Holding Jason's gaze, Michel turned his head, stuck out his tongue, and licked around his lover's big toe, then sucked it into his mouth.
"M-Michel," Jason whined. He wriggled wildly on Michel's lap, the movement jostling Michel's prick, rubbing it over Jason's prostate. The stimulation caused Jason's muscles to flutter around his erection.
Michel's balls pulled tight at the stimulation and he hissed through gritted teeth. The toe in his mouth twitched, and Jason moaned. His back arched, grinding himself hard against Michel's groin. Grunting, Michel lifted his lover a couple inches off his prick, and started a swift rhythm, rocking his hips up off the chair, driving into him over and over.
Once again, Jason started reaching for his cock. Michel released the toe he sucked and gruffly ordered, "Hands back on your thighs."
Jason obeyed with gratifying speed. Whimpering, he twitched and shuddered, jerked and shivered, as Michel took his arse in long, slow, rolling thrusts, pegging his gland each time. His lover's mouth opened in panting gasps and his head fell back against Michel's knees, exposing the neck he had every intention of sinking his canines into again.
Speaking of canines, an idea formed. His teeth extended and he scraped them across the sensitive flesh between his lover's toes, teasing and nipping.
"Come," he ordered gruffly, then pinched a bit of skin with his teeth.
Howling to the sky, Jason obeyed. His arse clamped down on Michel's prick, massaging him in a strong grip. Michel released his lover's foot and clenched his jaw, barely managing to keep from shooting his load at the feel, sight, and sound of his lover coming apart in his arms and clamping on his cock.
Jason painted streaks of thick, fragrant cum across Michel's chest. His lover's face twisted in pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head. Mewls, whines, and hoarse cries flowed from his throat, filling the clearing with his joyous noise.
Michel stroked his hands over Jason's sweaty torso, up and down his arms. "That's the way, sweetheart," he crooned. "Ye feel good now, mate?"
"Mmm," Jason hummed, smiling almost drunkenly. "So good."
"Good," Michel crooned, continuing to touch lightly, tracing his lover's skin. Ignoring his own need, he thought about what he wanted to say. Finally, he decided on, "Just think, ye can feel that good every night." He chose his words carefully, gauging his lover's response. "I missed ye these last few days, Jason. I know I'm a bit off the beaten path, but I'd really like ye to consider coming home to me every night."
Jason stared at him for several seconds. Surprise etched across his features, replacing the blissful expression from a moment before. "Y-you're asking me to move in?" That bright happy smile that Michel was quickly becoming addicted to brightened Jason's face.
Leaning up, Michel cupped his lover's face and drew him close. "Oh, sweetheart. Of course I want ye to move in with me. Ye're me mate. Every second ye're away, I ache to track ye down, so I can hold ye, touch ye."
Michel licked Jason's top lip, then across his lower one. Pulling the plump flesh into his mouth, he sucked it lightly, then swept his tongue inside, probing deep. He lapped at the other man's tongue, tasting him, mapping his mouth. The change in position caused delicious friction on his dick as he slid out an inch. Growling, ravishing his mate's mouth, Michel rocked his hips, driving back into his lover. Once he started, he couldn't stop moving his hips. Need rode him hard to take his mate, soak his channel, show him again who he belong to.
When the need for air made itself known, Michel released his lover's mouth. "Say ye'll be mine. Me lover. Me partner. In me bed every night," he snarled, driving into his lover again and again, pegging his gland.
"Y-yes," Jason whimpered. "O-oh, yes."
Growling with excitement, Michel rolled them off the low-lying chair. He cradled his lover close, gently lying him on the lush carpet of grass. Jason still oomphed slightly, but when Michel looked down at him, he saw dazed lust in his expression.
"Oh, sweetheart," Michel muttered, slowly pulling his prick free. "Ye're mine, baby. All mine."
"Y-yours," Jason confirmed again.
Michel moaned, his wolf riding him hard. Grabbing Jason's hips, he flipped his lover and lifted his hips, ignoring the man's surprised squeak.
"M-Michel?"
"I got ye, love," Michel crooned. He kissed the head of his prick to Jason's hole and pushed, sliding back into his lover's tight heat. "Now, I'm gonna spill in ye, sweetheart. Make ye mine again." As he spoke, he moved his hips, picking up speed, powering in and out of the sexy man below him.
"P-please," Jason begged. He arched his back and rocked into each thrust.
"Aye," Michel growled. He reached below Jason and found his mate's hot, hard, leaking prick. Michel's balls pulled tight at the knowledge he drove his mate so quickly back to the edge. Knowing he wouldn't last much longer and wanting his man to come with him, he nipped his fangs over the nape of Jason's neck in warning.
Jason whimpered, then bowed his head, baring his neck in offering.
Growling his pleasure, Michel struck. He sank his canines into his mate, drinking several mouthfuls of Jason's life-blood. His mate screamed and jerked in his arms. His cock pulsed and cum spilled over his fingers. Jason's massaging chute was the final straw, and Michel's orgasm crashed over him.
Michel extracted his teeth, threw his head back, and howled his pleasure. His body bucked as his cock pulsed, slicking his mate's rectum with his seed. Bliss coursed through him. Endorphins pinged pleasantly through his system.
Wrapping his arms around his young lover, Michel took Jason to their sides, spooning together, keeping his prick buried deep in the man that meant everything to him. He licked the bite mark, healing it. Sighing, he nuzzled the back of Jason's neck.
"I hope ye meant what ye said, Jason," he murmured, feeling the pull of sleep that only great sex could bring.
"Which part?"
Michel grinned. "All of it." He kissed Jason's neck quickly, then whispered, "I love ye, Jason Truollo. Ye said ye loved me, too, and that ye'd move in with me."
Craning his neck, Jason peered over his shoulder at him. "I meant it. I love you, too, and I'll move in with you."
Sighing with relief, Michel took Jason's mouth in a short, carnal kiss. When he lifted his head, he grinned at Jason's dazed expression. "Good. Now, sleep, mate. When we wake, we'll get yer stuff from yer uncle's. Ye'll sleep in me arms each night and let me care for ye each day."
"Only if I get to care for you, too," came Jason's sleepy reply.
Michel grinned. "Deal."
Cuddling his mate close, Michel listened to Jason's breathing even out as sleep took him. Following him under, for the first time in over a decade, Michel looked forward to the rest of his life.