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I throw him onto a mattress that smells like sweat and sleep and something so uniquely him. With my knees on the edge of the bed, I dip down and sink my teeth into his thigh. His flesh is warm in my mouth and I suck it hard, listening to him gasp and then whimper. His hand lands on my head, sliding between the strands of my hair and he applies a gentle pressure, holding my face against him.

“Sterling,” he moans, hand tugging, hips rocking, seeking friction that’s nowhere to be found.

My human is needy. So, so needy. He’s also naked and beautiful, lying here offering himself up to me. I’m going to devour him. Kiss him and bite him and lick him until he’s a melted, weeping puddle in the middle of the bed.

“What do you need, sweetheart?”

Caspian releases me, his hands falling to his sides, where he grips the sheets. I look up at him, meeting his eyes, which are a darker brown than they usually are. When he doesn’t answer, I wrap a hand around the base of his cock and squeeze. His eyes widen and he throws his head back on the pillow with a whimper. I stroke him, twisting as I move up his length, then swipe a finger over the head where a glistening drop of liquid has appeared.

His scent sweetens, and a growl rumbles in my chest, my mouth watering.

“You’re going to need to use your words.” I want him to beg. To ask me for what he wants, what he needs. Because I will give him anything and everything.

“Can you put your mouth on me?” He drops his voice, the next words coming out in a whisper. “Please, Sir.”

I’m not expecting the title – I’ve heard humans use it in different contexts, never like this, but I like it. A lot. So much, I want to hear it pass his lips again.

I place an open-mouthed kiss on his lower stomach, close enough to his erection that my beard rubs the tip of his cock. I’ve never done this before – I’ve seen it done, experienced it from the shadows, but never indulged myself in a human. I’ve never wanted to. Until now.

“What was that, sweet Caspian?” I tease his cock with a long lick from the base to the crown. “I didn’t hear you.”

He groans out of want or frustration. I can’t be too sure.

“Suck…suck, me, please.”

“Please?”

“Sir,” he says on an exhaled breath. I grin, remembering what Caspian told me about the title of Daddy and if this word means the same to him. That he wants me to take care of him. Wants me to give him everything he desires and maybe even things he doesn’t know he needs.

I can do that.

I lick the drop from the top of his cock; the taste bursting on my tongue. Everything in me coils tight, as though I’m suddenly fighting off a shift, but I ignore it and take him fully into my mouth, more of that sweet nectar landing on my taste buds.

“Like that, yes, yes, more, please.” Caspian rambles on. The words more and please on repeat as I move my lips up and down his hard, smooth shaft. My own cock sits hot and heavy in my damp trousers, throbbing for release. I ignore it, putting aside my need to come for my human’s needs.

Adding a hand, I twist at the base, then hollow my lips and suck.

The action draws the sweetest mewl from my human, so I do it again. And then his hands are in my hair, pulling and tugging, his hips arching, jamming his cock to the back of my throat.

“Fuck. Gonna…gonna…come,” he grits out. I’m torn between feeling his cum on my skin and tasting it. In the end, I suck him as deep as I can, then slip one finger between his warm cheeks, tapping at his hole. Caspian lets out a guttural groan seconds before he’s spilling into my mouth.

There's this feeling I get when I shift, letting my beast out. When sensation runs riot in my body and I can’t pinpoint the origin. It’s brief but intense, enough to knock the air from my lungs until my world narrows and everything sharpens. My sight, my scenting, my hearing.

That’s how I feel now, as I drink down every drop Caspian gives me. He presses a warm palm to the side of my jaw, his body going lax beneath me. I slide on the bed next to him, ignoring my hard cock and the overwhelming need to claim him by rubbing my cum on his skin, and scoop him into my arms, nose buried against his neck.

Caspian smiles, his eyes sleepy and unfocused, when he looks at me.

“Hi,” he says, before he leans forward and presses his lips to mine. My heart beats faster, a thread wrapping around it and tugging, as though trying to fuse my heart to his.

“I’m really warm.” He snuggles closer, slinging an arm over my chest. “Stay with me?”

I nod.

If only he knew… I’ll never leave him now. Not for anything.

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CASPIAN