Oh, it’s inevitable that in their time together Matthias hadn’t seen most if not all of Sam’s body. But seeing him now, like this? Intentionally disrobing in front of Matthias’ hungry gaze, sharing every inch of himself with the intent to do so, it made his pulse race and stirred his desire. It’s barely more than a glimpse before Sam’s upon him.

Matthias’ head falls back under the onslaught of those eager lips on his skin. His hands darted out, palms moving across those broad shoulders and over his biceps. When Sam moved too low for that to continue, Matthias’ tangled his fingers in Sam’s hair, instead.

Already he savored Sam’s weight above him. He squirmed and writhed, sighing liberally, moaning when the wolf’s mouth found somewhere particularly sensitive. As he moved lower, Matthias parted his legs to make more room for him, shivering with anticipation the closer Sam’s devilish mouth got to his cock.

And once that hot, wet tongue dragged along his dick, Matthias’ fingers clenched in Sam’s hair and he moaned out loudly. Matthias, unsurprisingly, wasn’t shy or reserved in his pleasure. He choked on rattling moan the moment he found himself enveloped in the wet heat of his wolf’s mouth. He wasn’t hard to start, but the more Sam played with him, the more he filled. Once he was fully erect, Matthias rocked his hips, pushing himself further into that delightful mouth.

“Ahh,” he sighed out, lifting his head off the pillow to watch Sam’s head bobbing and his cock disappearing between his lips. “Su-bin…”