Liam's bed.
Scooting back, Declan propped himself up against the pillows at the head of the bed and watched Liam make short work of the clothes he wore.
"You know you could slow down and make that a whole hell of a lot sexier," Declan stated.
Liam paused but for a moment then smiled. "Next time."
His grin turned entirely too wicked. Declan's cock grew and throbbed in the sweat pants.
Liam's muscles bunched and tightened when he lifted his shirt off over his head. Declan moaned at the sight before him. Liam stood in his jeans and socks, the afternoon light through the curtains giving him a golden glow. Declan practically salivated and wanted to run his tongue over every inch of the large tattoo covering his mate's right side.
Liam reached for the opening on his jeans then looked up, lust shining in his eyes. "You know it usually helps if you get naked, too."
Declan nodded quickly before hastily shucking the sweats down his body and off the side of the bed. He got back in his position against the pillows before Liam had even had a chance to pull down his fly.
A growl rumbled from deep in Liam's chest. He stood frozen, his eyes trained on Declan's hard length.
Declan shuddered in anticipation, his cock bobbing happily under Liam's attentive gaze.
Declan wrapped a hand around his erection and gently tugged. "Are you planning to join me sometime this century?" Declan bit his lip to stop a cry of pleasure escaping.
He'd no idea where all his confidence had come from; he normally acted quiet and shy unless someone caught him in in a kitchen baking. He considered it the one domain where he could and would easily take charge.
This boldness, however, was completely new. He'd never acted with aggression towards any previous lover.
Declan wondered if the fact Liam being his mate, even if they had yet to claim each other, had him acting so self-assured and knowing what he wanted.
Declan didn't realise he'd missed the grand unveiling until the mattress dipped slightly beside him when Liam crawled his way up Declan's body. Declan stopped the movement of his hand when he met Liam's gaze. Liquid silver, the effect utterly took Declan's breath away and he reached out to his mate.
Liam turned his head slightly and pressed his lips to Declan's palm before lowering his body and kissing the leaking tip of Declan's cock. Declan moaned, loving the feel of Liam's soft mouth against his engorged flesh. Liam didn't take it any further; instead he dipped his tongue in Declan's bellybutton then made his way up Declan's chest in a line of light, barely-there whisper soft touches. Each nipple received a gentle bite then his sternum followed by his neck, his jaw and finally his lips.
Declan melted into the sweet, gentle press of lips against his own, Liam shuddered above him as their cocks met for the first time, hard flesh against hard flesh. Declan's sounds quickly swallowed by Liam as he deepened their kiss.
When Liam broke the contact his lips were red and swollen, a light sheen of saliva coating them. Declan loved the fact he'd made them look that way.
"You really need to stop doing that." Declan tried to pull Liam back down.
"Stop what?" Liam asked.
"Stop stopping." Declan whined low in his throat.
"Huh?"
Liam's wicked smile had Declan thinking the man knew exactly what he did to Declan. "Every time you kiss me, you always stop right when it gets interesting. You need to stop stopping." Adamant, Declan needed that to happen.
Liam threw his head back and laughed. His body shook against Declan's. Liam's cock rubbing against his had him leaking out another drop of pre-cum.
"Liam," he whined.
He didn't want laughing. He wanted Liam fucking him through the mattress.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" Liam asked Declan blushed at the declaration.
"I'm so glad I finally found you."
"Technically I found you," Declan said impishly.
"Shut up and kiss me." Liam growled and mashed their mouths together once again.
Declan wouldn't
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