Finley sighed and rolled over in the previously too-empty bed, burrowing into Tanner’s arms. “Mmmm. Welcome back.”
Tanner chuckled, kissing the top of Finley’s head. “Is that all I’m going to get?”
“Maybe,” Finley replied, then ruined it by kissing his way up along Tanner’s chest and neck.
This earned him another chuckle, but then Tanner rolled them until Finley was under him. He caught Finley’s lips in a long, hard kiss, scrambling Finley’s brains in no time. Finley moaned, rocking up, his awakened cock grinding into Tanner’s equally hard length.
“That’s more like it,” Tanner whispered then dove in, leaving harsh, arousing bites over Finley’s chest. Finley whimpered because it wasn’t enough, not nearly. He pushed his fingers through Tanner’s thick, red hair and tried to guide him where he was needed—Finley’s cock.
Tanner, of course, had no intention of giving in that easily. He grasped Finley’s wrists and pinned them over his mate’s head, grinning down at the scowl. Finley struggled half-heartedly, but of course, the scowl faded and lust took its place.
“You want this, I know you do,” Tanner murmured, tightening his hand briefly on Finley’s wrists.
Finley moaned, but nodded, wrapping his legs around Tanner’s waist. He couldn’t deny it; it’d been the fantasy rolling around in his head since he and Tanner had finally claimed each other. If he was honest with himself, it’d been there even before that.
“Legs down, pup,” Tanner growled and Finley complied, but couldn’t stop the small whine as he complied. The alpha in Tanner was firmly in the forefront, making Finley’s dick twitch and precum spurt.
“Mmmm,” was Tanner’s only reply and Finley knew he was getting exactly what he wanted—to experience every bit of Tanner’s alpha-ness, every bit of the dominance Tanner held under the surface, that he’d held back when they’d been making love.
Finley didn’t mind that, most of the time. But he’d been fantasizing and dreaming about Tanner letting go of that control for a while now. He wanted, maybe even needed, to know what it was like to be on the receiving end of that dominance. It’d been filling his dreams even more as of late.
Tanner rocked, dragging his hard cock along Finley’s, teasing Finley with the reminder he was so firmly in control. Finley whimpered, not caring one bit if that’s what it was, knowing Tanner appreciated hearing it. He tried to meet Tanner’s movements, but that just made Tanner stop, making Finley whine. They’d barely started and Finley thought he was going to explode already, he was so aroused. Precum slicked their cocks, making the slide even more delicious, though still not enough.
“Want something, pup?” Tanner asked, chuckling darkly.
Finley fought this whimper, but gave in. Just because he wanted the dominance didn’t mean he wanted to automatically give in and do what Tanner wanted. He rocked again, but Tanner moved, placing his hand on Finley’s hip and holding him still.
This brought another full whine. “Tell me, pup,” Tanner murmured. “Tell me what you want.”
“Want…” Finley groaned, dick jumping, balls already wanting to empty and he’d barely been touched. “Want you to fuck me.”
“Mmm. That I might be able to do.”
Finley let out a breath of relief.
“When I’m ready to.”
That was not a cry. He wasn’t that far gone. Nope, not at all.
Tanner chuckled again and Finley knew that, while he might be fooling himself, he wasn’t fooling his mate. Not one bit. “Please, alpha… please…”
His mate gave in… a little… and rolled his hips, sliding that delicious cock along Finley’s. Finley’s moan came out loud, spurring Tanner on and bringing more of those lovely thrusts. “I’ll fuck you, pup, fuck you so hard you can’t even remember your name, knot you until you lose your mind,” Tanner promised in his deep, alpha voice.
Finley let loose with another whimper, toes curling into the sheets.
“But not until I’m home. Soon, pup… soon.”
The sound of The Proclaimers “I’m Gonna Be” broke into Finley’s mind and he sat up fast, rubbing his eyes. He groaned when he realized he’d been dreaming. Again. He rolled over and snatched the phone off the bedside table and stabbed at the green Answer button. “Tanner?”
“Hi baby. How are you?”
“Fucking horny,” Finley answered before he could stop himself.
Tanner chuckled. “That goes for two of us. I miss you. I should be home from the alpha conference later today, though. I can help you take care of that.”
Finley sighed. “I was dreaming about you when you called.”
“Oh, really? The same one?”
Finley refused to name the sound that came out, but managed to say, “Yes.”
“I think maybe it’s time I fulfilled that little fantasy.”
Finley froze, his breath caught in his chest. “Really?”
“Yeah, really. So… I’d bet your cock is hard now, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Finley answered on barely a breath of sound.
“Good. Leave it like that. Don’t touch it, except to clean it. I want you plenty horny for me later.” The alpha tone went straight to said cock, making it jump, making it even harder.
He did whimper this time, enough to draw a dark chuckle out of Tanner. A moment later, though, Tanner said, “If you don’t want to…”
“I know. I know how to say no, how to stop it,” Finley replied quietly.
“I’ll leave it. I won’t touch myself.”
“Mmm. Good pup.” He let that sit for a moment. “I love you, baby.”
“Love you, Tanner. I miss you.”
“Miss you. I’ll be home this afternoon. Can’t wait to see you.”
“Can’t wait to see you too.”
“And get in your ass.”
Finley whimpered again as Tanner chuckled then hung up.
Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.