Page 35 of Tossing the Caber

Beacon barely breathes theyes, but heat crosses Laurel’s face all the same.

“I’d be devastated if you didn’t,” he says. “Please fuck me, Beacon.”

Controlling an orgasm with a prick turns out to be very different than blocking out sensations by simply letting his thoughts slide into uncomfortable territory. Beacon isn’t prepared for the wave of arousal that crashes over him at hearing Laurel beg, his eyes glazed over with desire.

Beacon never thought he’d be able to answer that call.

And it’s that which gives him his first orgasm with a cock, completely untouched. Nothing exits the tip other than a long thread of clear liquid, silky between his thumb and forefinger when he clutches his erection—whether to prolong the sensation or in a ridiculous attempt to stop it from destroying him, Beacon doesn’t know.

When he slumps against the edge of the table, Laurel pops up to wrap his arms around him, keeping him upright. “You came from that?” he asks, eyes as wide as the full moon in the night sky.

“I didn’t mean to,” Beacon begins, but Laurel cuts off the apology with his fingers.

“Don’t. It, that was…extremelyvalidating,” he settles on.

Beacon hides a smile under the long point of Laurel’s ear, nuzzling his neck. “If you say so.”

“Can you keep going?” Laurel asks.

“Yes.” Coming untouched after two minutes of play is mildly embarrassing, even if Laurel found it compelling; not being able to continue afterward would shame his clan for generations. Beacon brings his precome-damp finger to Laurel’s hole, finding it already slick. More so than Beacon’s saliva alone would have accomplished.

At his raised eyebrows, a salacious grin spreads Laurel’s lips. “I have many tricks, my dear husband. Stick around, and you’ll share in more of them.”

I have no choice but to stick around,Beacon almost says, stopping himself because it might sound insulting. It’s just factual—they’re locked in. But Beacon would have stayed even if they weren’t.

My dear husband.

In lieu of fighting for appropriate words, Beacon circles Laurel’s rim with his fingertip until Laurel relaxes, allowing him to slide inside. Beacon isn’t experienced in receiving pleasure, but he’s always been considerate of his—admittedlyfew—lovers. He knows to work the entrance before crooking his finger, finding the gland that makes Laurel cry out when he massages it. This time, he doesn’t hold Laurel down—Beacon lets him thrash.

His beautiful husband, endlessly captivating.

Laurel’s tail whips Beacon in the leg, then wraps around his thigh and squeezes. Beacon works in another of his thick fingers, loosening Laurel enough to accommodate his creation’s girth. He doesn’t stop until Laurel is bearing down, wet hole squelching lewdly against Beacon’s knuckles. Just before Laurel crests, Beacon jerks free, leaving him empty.

Releasing an adorably frustrated roar, Laurel grabs behind his knees, eliminating any obstacle when he demands, “Inside, now. Ineedyou.”

Beacon seizes Laurel by the hips and tugs him until his ass is hanging off the edge of the table, then takes himself in hand. He fumbles, unused to wielding the appendage, but Laurel doesn’t miss a beat. He grabs Beacon’s cock and aims it at his entrance, allowing a smooth glide when Beacon eases forth.

“Don’t you dare be gentle,” Laurel growls, more like a kitten than a tiger, powerfully arousing all the same. “I know what you can do. Fuck me like you mean it.”

Beacon growls back, resonant, and doesn’t care one bit when he tears his shirt off and buttons go flying.

The angle for his pelvis in relation to Laurel’s comes naturally after that, Laurel’s guidance invaluable even while on his back. And Beacon adores it, the way he’s small and shy until someone gives him space to become assertive, determined to reach his goal. Right now, his goal is to be folded in half and pounded, so Beacon gives it to him, trusting Laurel will say something if the slap of Beacon’s hips against Laurel’s thighs becomes uncomfortable. Judging by his moans, Beacon doesn’t think it will.

Unspoken desire brings their mouths together, sloppy andpanting and biting as Beacon fucks Laurel like a dream come to life. And suddenly, his emotions swell, as if Laurel’s filling him right back with every rocking motion that brings their bodies together.

Laurel drops his head back, breaking their kiss. “I want to come with you inside me.”

Nipping his jaw, Beacon murmurs, “I can make that happen.” He slows into a steady roll of his hips. Thumbing at Laurel’s dark nipples, Beacon is struck by the desire to ask, “Did you ever imagine it could be like this?”

With the sensation making him writhe, Laurel can only gasp, “Us?”

Beacon grunts as Laurel’s hole clenches around him. “Yeah.”

“I was scared to hope.”

Closing Laurel’s thighs, Beacon throws his ankles over one shoulder and wraps an arm around his legs to pin him in place. “I was, too.”

After that, there are no more words.