giving.
Turning, he pushed Bren against the wall, their wet, naked bodies colliding, hard cocks wet and rubbing against each other. Ripley deepened the kiss, craving a taste of Brendan, moaning. He finally felt grounded in this fucked-up world, and it was because of the man in his arms who took the time to be with him, care for him and sacrifice himself when he hadn't even known Ripley.
“I need you,” Brendan moaned.
“You’ve got me. Want to do this somewhere better?” Ripley nipped Brendan’s ear. He wanted to make love to Brendan.
“This is about as private as we can get. No doors.” Brendan pulled back, searching. “Do you want this? I thought things were…” Brendan looked down at the shower floor, dark, wet bangs covering his eyes.
Hell yes, I want this. He cared for Brendan and wanted to move this to a whole other level. Ripley didn’t need to have anyone tell him that Brendan was his mate. He felt it now, and the mind and heart had caught up with the instinct. He had completely fallen in love with Brendan.
Ripley held Brendan close, hugging him almost too tightly. “I want this with you…so bad. We are more, Bren, and I’ve…” Ripley swallowed. “Fallen for you. I want us to be mates in every way.”
Brendan stared up with him and said it all with his beautiful brown eyes. Dear gods, how the hell did I luck out? This man loved him. It was all there right on Bren’s face. No words had to be spoken.
Ripley leaned down and kissed his mate, sure that this was it for him, that nothing would ever feel so right as this man in his arms. Love awoke the hunger, and his blood began to simmer once more, except stronger. Ripley grabbed a hold of Bren’s hair, holding Bren close so that he could pour all his want and need into the kiss.
Brendan reached down and grabbed both their cocks.
Ripley pulled back and hissed in pleasure. So good.
“More. I want more of you,” Brendan growled before getting down on his knees in front of Ripley. Brendan took Ripley’s cock in his hand and licked the tip.
“Fuck!” Ripley shouted.
Brendan used his other hand to massage Ripley's balls as Brendan’s warm mouth encased his cock.
Ripley put his hands on the wall over Bren’s head and watched as Bren worked his cock in and out of his mouth. The sight caused his blood to boil, and he felt his control slipping.
Grabbing Bren under the arms, Ripley pulled him to stand in front of him. Pushing Bren against the wall, Ripley kissed him while gripping both their cocks, stroking them.
Bren broke the kiss, gulping into the air. “Want you in me, Ripley.”
Ripley jerked the curtain open and grabbed the lube that was sitting on the counter. Obviously, Bren had come prepared.
The bottle fell over into the sink. “Dammit!” Ripley finally got his wet hands around it and returned to the shower, going straight for Bren.
Turning him, Ripley uncapped the lube, pouring a generous amount on his fingers. His blood was pumping, and he didn’t waste any time as he circled Brendan’s entrance, loosening the muscle.
“More!” Brendan growled, and Ripley was sure the whole damn hall heard.
Ripley inserted a finger, and Brendan pushed back. “Ripley…you need to move faster. I’m…” Brendan heaved, and his muscles tensed.
Ripley knew exactly what was going on with Brendan. The same thing was happening to him. The blood was flowing, and his feral state was coming to the damn surface.
Trying not to hurt Brendan, he inserted two fingers, scissoring them until he worked in a third. Brendan was hissing in pleasure. Ripley found the gland and began rubbing over it.
Ripley was holding Brendan with one arm as Brendan lost it. Ripley wasn’t expecting it when Brendan turned, wild, and plowed Ripley out of the shower. They tumbled until they fell onto the stone floor, partway into the bedroom.
Ripley didn’t even have time to get his bearings before Brendan grabbed his cock and sank down on him.
A deep growl filled
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