Page 32 of Bond Trust

But flipping them over meant losing this view, and Whichello wasn’t ready to give that up. Not when Isaac looked like something out of his deepest fantasies, all flushed skin and desperate sounds and complete abandon.

The rhythm between them built, faster now, both of them chasing something just out of reach. Whichello guided Isaac’s movements, pulling him down harder with each thrust until the sound of skin meeting skin echoed off the walls. Isaac stroked his cock frantically, pleasure building visible across his features.

“Close.” His mate’s voice broke on the word. He was right on the edge, body pulled tight. “So close.”

“Not yet.” Whichello slowed his thrusts, making Isaac whine in protest. “Not until I say.”

Isaac’s eyes opened, meeting his with a look that promised payback. “You’re cruel.”

“You love it.” Whichello threw Isaac’s earlier words back at him, smirking when his mate's laugh dissolved into a moan. “Love when I make you wait.”

“You’re delusional.” But Isaac’s body betrayed the words, clenching around Whichello’s cock in a way that made his vision blur.

“Stop denying it.” Whichello resumed the faster pace, driving up into Isaac with purpose. “You love this.”

Isaac opened his mouth, probably to argue, but Whichello hit that spot inside him again, and whatever protest he’d been forming dissolved into incoherent sounds. His hand moved desperately on his cock, chasing the release Whichello had been denying him.

“That’s it, baby.” Whichello’s hands tightened. “So fucking hot when you play with your dick.”

Isaac’s body seized, back arching as his orgasm shattered him. Cum painted Whichello’s stomach and torso in warm stripes, and the way Isaac clenched around him nearly dragged Whichello over the edge. But he held on, held back, because he needed to reverse their position first, needed to be in control when he finally let go.

Before Isaac had fully recovered, Whichello moved. Flipped them in one smooth motion that had Isaac on his back and Whichello braced above him. His mate’s eyes went wide, hands coming up to grip Whichello’s shoulders.

“My turn.” Whichello pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in hard enough to make the headboard hit the wall. “Hold on, little panda. Gonna be a rough ride.”

Isaac’s laugh came out breathless. “You’re insane.”

“You make me insane.” He set a punishing pace, each punch of his hips driving his cock deeper. “Make me want things I didn’t know were possible.”

Isaac’s legs wrapped around Whichello’s waist, heels digging into his back. “Good things or bad things?”

“Terrifying things.” Whichello’s mouth found Isaac’s throat, teeth scraping over delicate skin. “Things like forever.”

The raw honesty caught Whichello off guard. What was Isaac doing to him? His mate had Whichello’s brain confessing shit his mouth hadn’t planned on revealing.

Whichello’s body went rigid as pleasure tore through him, his release spilling into Isaac in hot pulses that seemed to go on forever. His arms threatened to give out, muscles trembling with the effort of holding himself up instead of crushing his mate into the mattress. Every nerve ending fired at once, overwhelming his senses until nothing existed except the feeling of Isaac around him, under him, holding him like he was something precious instead of something dangerous.

His hips kept moving through the aftershocks, drawing out the sensation until it bordered on too much. Isaac’s fingers traced patterns across his back, his touch gentle in a way that made Whichello’s throat tighten. He’d had countless partners over the centuries, bodies that had warmed his bed for a night or a week before he’d moved on. None of them had touched him like this afterward, with tenderness that suggested they actually wanted him to stay.

Whichello lowered himself carefully, rolling to the side so his weight wouldn’t suffocate Isaac but keep them connected. His mate made a small sound at the movement, something between contentment and exhaustion. The moonlight caught on the sweat coating Isaac’s skin, making him look almost ethereal in the darkness.

They lay there in silence, breathing evening out, while the world outside the windows stayed locked in eternal twilight. Whichello’s hand found Isaac’s, their fingers threading together without conscious decision. The touch felt more intimate than anything they’d just done, which made no logical sense but was true anyway.

Right now, his mate was pressed against his chest, breathing evening out into the steady rhythm of approaching sleep. Contentment filled Whichello as he held his little panda.

His eyes drifted closed, exhaustion pulling him under. For the first time in longer than he could remember, Whichello let himself relax completely with his little panda tucked against him.

Isaac was finally right where he belonged.

THE END