The Sensible One (boyxboy) ✓

Chapter Twenty Seven

He continued staring at me for about half a minute, frozen and blinking, before getting up and gathering the plates and glasses.

"Hey..." I frowned at him as he started to carry the dishes back to the kitchen, his arm slipping from my grip. "Max..."

Max put them beside the sink and then looked back at me. "Lowell, I have no idea what you're getting at." He replied, seemingly exasperated. "If it's a joke, I'm not in on it."

"Max I'm not kidding..." I got up and marched up to him through the living room into the kitchen.

He backed up a little into the kitchen surface as I walked up to him, he was trying to hard not to let on how affected he was by me but the moment I got near his nose sniffed a little and he swallowed and turned away. 

"Come back to the living room." I demanded. "I'll transform in there for you."

"You'll transform?" He looked up at me with wide eyes, pink lips slightly parted. "I... I'd really rather you didn't."

"You'd rather I didn't?" I repeated slowly, blinking.

"I mean..." He wringed his hands. "I'm... I like being around you Lowell, it's hard to say why I felt it this fast but... I need more time before I hear about the more quirky side of you... more time..."

I blinked slowly, the confusion of being complimented and seemingly excused from something vital I needed to making my brain switch off for a moment.

"Max what if I am a werewolf? Huh? Just come to the living room, please." I wrapped my arm around his upper arm and watched him shiver.

"Please, Lowell, I want you to meet my friends and not have the image of something strange in the back of my mind when they meet you. I don't want to-"

"What if I am..." I leaned in, eyes blazing as I squinted closely at him.

He must have seen something in them, because his breath hitched and his shoulders pulled tighter together, eyes briefly glancing at my lips.

"If..." He sounded breathless. "If you are then... then I'd rather not have dog hair on my grandparents old Persian style carpet."

What the fuck... I glared at him, kinda baffled too.

He looked up at me cluelessly back, I could tell he wasn't really focussing, because instead of looking at me like I was crazy he was looking at me like he was burning alive to be touched by me and I couldn't stand it any longer.

I ran my fingers up his shirt and watched him jump a little in surprise, my lips claiming his before he could make a noise in protest and suddenly the day was over because there was no stopping this. My hands ran over his skin and swiftly undid his shirt, rubbed my fingers over his nipples and watched him jerk in surprise but I kept my lips on him because the moment we stopped kissing I wanted him to be squirming, begging, dishevelled.

It didn't take long before the both of us were too wrapped up to be able to continue in the kitchen, I mean I would have, and was leaning towards pressing him down over the kitchen surface to fuck him there but he swallowed and pulled me after him upstairs, knowing exactly how unlikely it was for me to make the call myself.

Another night at his place, fucking him so deliciously into the covers, tasting every inch of him, making sure every other inch or so I had a sweet red mark to replace the one I was itching to leave in his neck. I wanted to bite so bad that my teeth were close to extending, my canines in particular were itching press down into that soft patch of skin, leave a mark that couldn't be removed, that had my name written all over it. 

But Max still didn't know, so I couldn't. And to wipe my mind of this pressing need I focussed all my energy on him instead, sucking every inch of him and watching him slowly cry out, moan and cover his mouth to stifle himself, I drew my length inside him and watched him hiss, eyes rolling to the top of his head, he was burning up faster. 

Part of me deciding to draw out enough pleasure to torture him with it just to make up for the torture that was holding back my bite when he had already so sweetly begged for it before, without knowing what he was asking for.

When he begged me to move faster I moved more slowly, drawing in and out in longer strides and making sure to hit that soft spongey part of him that made him jerk and clench and reach for his cock with both hands. But that too I took control over, kept my hand on his cock and moved his hands away when he tried to jerk himself off.

He looked up at me helplessly about a third of the way through, unsure of what I was doing as i dragged it out, torturing him.

"Lowell..." He whispered in a tone that might have been admonishing if he didn't immediately wince and shiver and continue with; "Oh please..."

"After I meet your friends..." I replied roughly. "Then you'll meet all of me. I'm not asking nicely this time." My eyes were dark as I looked down at him.

He looked up and was about to reply when I jerked forwards fast inside him by accident and his hands flew down, grasping over my hand on him, cringing. "Wait, please, I can't..." He swallowed, his eyes were wet and hooded, he was desperate. "No, really, I can't hold on..."

But I continued and continued and when he first shot as I was kissing him, his seed half on my chest, dripping down as I pulled back up, I didn't stop fucking him. I was going to see him look sufficiently lacking of sleep when I next met his friends.

My mate would be well taken care of.

He groaned as if he heard this intention in my mind and garbled something incoherent against the sheets.

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