"If you're not comfortable with this, tell me now." Lord Jethro's voice came out rough, murmuring against Grey's lips. His body pressed Grey on the couch.
But even as he said that, there was no sign that he planned to stop.
Grey didn't respond with words. It was as if he no longer saw any point in speaking, instead, he parted his legs, silently opening the space between them, letting Jethro settle in.
Jethro seemed to understand, but still, he said, "If you feel uncomfortable at any time, tell me."
Grey only nodded, barely moving his head.
With that confirmation, lord Jethro's hand moved, sliding along Grey's side, then down, until his fingers reached his bottom.
His fingers moved further to Grey's entrance. The sensation was warm, slick, and throbbing... an invitation that felt like it had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
Lord Jethro seemed so lost in the moment that it did not even register with him, surprising him that this was actually a man producing slick.
Grey couldn't stop the way his body reacted. It wasn't just physical; it was as if every part of him had been built to respond to this.
Jethro pressed a fingertip gently, as if checking how possible it actually was.
Grey's body shook slightly, trembling from the intensity of it, from the way his skin seemed to come alive under Jethro's touch. It was as if every nerve in his body had been waiting for this moment, and now that it was here, it was impossible to resist.
When Lord Jethro pressed further inside, his finger just slipped inside freely. Grey's waist lifted unconsciously toward the finger.
That response made Lord Jethro stop bothering with his fingers altogether. He aligned himself with Grey, letting his throbbing cock brush against the wet, warm entrance.
Grey shivered at the feeling.
His waist lifted unconsciously, his legs wrapping around Jethro's waist, pulling him down as if demanding to be filled.
The response made Jethro tremble too. He leaned down and kissed Grey. Grey's hands wrapped around his neck, kissing him back with hunger.
He felt the hard cock press against him, and he couldn't stop wondering why Jethro didn't go further.
It felt like something inside him was itching to be touched.
And when the tip finally stretched him, reality hit Grey. He was inviting something he hadn't seen, and now he could already tell how big it was without seeing it.
His body went still for a moment, he wasn't sure if it was from fear or from the intensity of anticipation. It felt like the world had paused as well.
The stretching came with mild pain, but Jethro's kisses and touch dulled it, distracting him as he pushed further, slow and gentle, until he settled in fully. And it was exactly where Grey had been craving to be touched inside.
He shivered, his muscles tightening around Jethro as if trying to pull him closer, to hold him in place.
His legs tightened around his waist, and his hips lifted.
Lord Jethro's breath hitched, and Grey could feel him tremble too. His grip tightened, his breathing growing heavier. His voice broke into a restrained sound that wasn't quite a moan and wasn't quite a groan. It was raw, animal and desperate.
Grey held him tightly as well, pressing his face into Jethro's neck. Everything felt like what Grey had been craving without ever knowing it with certainty.
It was like his body was finally being given what it had been demanding for months, for years, in dreams and in quiet moments of longing.
Grey shifted the same moment Jethro did. Their movements matching. Each pull and push was synchronized like they were two halves of the same thing. Slow at first, then faster.
Every time Jethro pulled back slightly and then pushed forward again, Grey felt a shiver run through him, letting out moans involuntarily.
Somewhere inside him, he surrendered completely. He told himself he would stop denying what he felt.
This was what he wanted. A man was what he had been craving. Lord Jethro was who he wanted, maybe only for this moment, but he wanted him.
And Maybe he wouldn't get to be with him again because of the empire rules, but he wouldn't deny that he was attracted to men anymore.
Cries left his mouth each time Jethro touched that place inside him he had always craved every time he dreamt about a man, every time he had heat cycle.
The pace increased. Their movements became more desperate. Jethro's moans grew louder, more urgent. Grey felt the strength in his body, the way he was holding him, the way he was kissing him, the way he was moving in and out with a hunger that mirrored Grey's own.
Grey knew, without any doubt, that Jethro wanted him just as much.
Without warning, Jethro's head dipped down and he pressed his lips to Grey's neck, right where the skin was soft and vulnerable. Grey's breath hitched, and he felt the sharp sting of fangs sinking into him.
The sensation was electrifying. It was painful and sweet at the same time.
Grey's back arched, his body responding instantly to the sudden rush of sensation.
In that moment, he released again, and this time it was stronger. It was the kind of release that left him trembling and dizzy.
He felt Jethro's body tremble on top of him, and then, suddenly, he felt something warm and heavy fill him.
The sensation was overwhelming, like a flood of heat spreading through his body. His muscles tightened, his breath stuttering, his mind turning to static.
Jethro collapsed on top of him. Grey's body trembled beneath him, and he could feel the rise and fall of Jethro's breath against his skin.
Jethro looked down at him with a kind of dazed intensity, like he couldn't believe what had just happened. Unaware of the mark he just made on Grey.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The room was silent except for their breathing, slow and ragged, as their bodies tried to recover.
Grey felt a strange peace settle over him. He felt… satisfied. He felt like something inside him had finally been answered.
The intensity of the moment had drained them both, their senses dulled. Their muscles relaxed. The exhaustion that followed was so complete that sleep came almost immediately.
They fell asleep on top of each other, tangled together on the couch, their bodies still connected even as their minds drifted away.
Grey's last thought before he lost consciousness was the feeling of Jethro's arms around him, holding him like he belonged.
When their breathing evened out, they looked peaceful, like two people who had finally found what they were searching for.