Maz cupped his cheek. “I can’t offer anything more than sex. Casual sex, that’s it.”
Lucan licked his lips. “I’m good with that as long as I’m the only one who shares your bed.”
Maz locked his gaze on the wet sheen on Lucan’s lips. “You the jealous type?”
“I don’t share. I don’t need romance or flowers and sweet words, but I do need to know you respect me enough to not fuck around on me.”
The venom in that statement made clear he’d touched a nerve. Since Maz barely had the time to have one lover, let alone more, he saw no issue with agreeing. “No problem for me. I don’t like sharing either,” he said, surprising himself by how much he meant it.
“Good.”
Maz swiped his thumb along Lucan’s bottom lip. “You have the most amazing mouth,” he whispered. “It’s so full and plump. I’ve been wondering all afternoon how soft it would be.”
“Only one way to find out.”
Maz bent in and brought their lips together. The first touch was hesitant, the slightly awkward dance of two people kissing for the first time, figuring out angles and who was in charge. Lucan allowed Maz to lead, and he liked that. He dipped in with his tongue, moving slowly until Lucan met him halfway, then engaged.
He pulled him flush against his body as they kissed, one hand on his head, the other on Lucan’s lower back. His lips were exactly as soft as he’d imagined, like velvet, warm and wet and addictive. His tongue danced around Maz’s, following, then leading. Retreating, then surging in. As kisses went, this one was pretty spectacular for a first try.
“Mmm, we’re good at this,” he whispered against Lucan’s lips.
Lucan’s mouth curled up. “We are.”
“Makes me wonder what else we’d be good at.”
“Wanna find out?”
Maz took a second to step back and whip his shirt over his head, and Lucan mirrored his move. When the beta reached for his own belt, Maz grabbed his hands. “Allow me?”
Wordlessly, Lucan dropped his hands, and Maz slowly pulled the buckle loose, then unbuttoned his jeans, his knuckles grazing Lucan’s hard dick as he went down, button for button. Lucan cleared his throat. “You weren’t kidding when you said I’d be twice as horny once the blocker wore off.”
Maz reached inside his pants and wrapped his hand around Lucan’s cock, only the thin cotton of his underwear acting as a barrier. “Some of the best sex I’ve ever had was after taking blockers for a prolonged time.”
“Hmm, you raising the bar for yourself?”
Maz grinned as he gently squeezed and watched with satisfaction as Lucan’s eyes rolled back in his head. “I always love a challenge.”
Reluctantly he let go of Lucan to drag his pants down, and the beta helped by kicking off his flip-flops and stepping out of his jeans. It left him in nothing but a pair of blue underwear, and Maz let his eyes roam Lucan’s body.
“You’re gorgeous,” Maz whispered. “So smooth compared to me.”
Like many betas, Lucan was hairless on his chest. It fit him, the smooth planes of his chest, the trail of hair on his stomach that led downward to where his cock was growing harder and harder. Maz stepped closer, nuzzling Lucan’s neck as his hand gently stroked his dick and balls.
“I like that you’re fuzzy,” Lucan said.
“Yeah?”
Lucan let his hand slide through Maz’s chest hair. “Mmm.”
Should Maz undress or wait for Lucan to take the initiative? He was dying to take his pants off, what with how hard his cock was protesting their confinement.
“Makes me wonder if you’re hairy everywhere…” Lucan said, and Maz had all the invitation he needed.
Ambidextrous as he was, undressing went much faster with two hands than with one, so he let go of Lucan again and made quick work of his jeans and socks, then yanked his underwear down while he was at it. When he looked up, Lucan had done the same, revealing a slim, long cock that stood fully erect. For a few moments, they took each other in, Lucan’s cheeks flushed as he licked his lips.
Maz fisted himself slowly, and when Lucan’s breath caught, his stomach swirled in a funny way. “You like?”
“God, yes. That’s… You’re perfect,” the beta stammered, and Maz grinned as he stroked himself.
“You’re pretty tasty yourself.”
“Tasty?” Lucan crumpled his nose.
Maz deliberately roamed his eyes over Lucan’s cock, his full, heavy balls. “Can’t wait to taste you. You look yummy.”
Lucan nodded at the bed to his right. “What’s stopping you?”
Maz yanked him close and claimed his mouth, surging in with his tongue as he walked them backward toward the bed. He never lost contact as he lowered Lucan, then rolled right on top of him, their hard, wet cocks sliding against each other. Mmm, he loved the sensation of being on top of another man.
The smell of sex surrounded Maz, arousal heavy in the air. Lucan’s lips were wet and plump against his own, taking everything Maz dished out and giving right back. Maz loved that Lucan was an active partner, not someone who lay more or less passive, waiting for the alpha to take charge. With words and gestures, Lucan communicated what he wanted, and Maz was tuned in to his every signal.
He rolled them both on their sides, his left hand now free to explore. Lucan’s skin was as soft as he’d imagined, slightly flushed with perspiration. Lucan made a little journey of his own, sliding his hand through Maz’s chest hair, then flicking his nipple before traveling to his back and stroking him there.
Their eyes locked on each other as they discovered each other’s bodies. Their sexual play contained an intensity that Maz had never experienced before, as if it somehow mattered, and yet he could be himself at the same time. No need to impress, no urge to meet some standard. Just two men, kissing, touching, getting to know their bodies.
“Maz?”
“Mmm?”
“Would it be okay to leave the tasting for next time?”
“You getting impatient?”
“No. Just very, very horny, and I don’t wanna blow my load before you’re inside me.”
Maz swiped a lock of hair off Lucan’s forehead. “We don’t have to do anal. We can do anything you want. I’d be happy to suck you off.”
“I know. But I’m really in the mood to be pounded. Hard.”
A wave of lust rolled through Maz. “You’re very open about what you want.”
Lucan shrugged. “I always had been until I got involved with the wrong guy and became someone I barely recognized, since he felt sex wasn’t something to, I don’t know, celebrate. It felt more like a chore for him, something messy and chaotic that didn’t fit into his organized life.”
Maz stroked his cheek with one finger. “Sounds like you made the right choice to walk away.”
“Mmm. After, I decided that I need to be myself, in bed most of all. I don’t want to have to pretend, you know?”
“I do know. I think it’s refreshing. I’ve met a lot of men who were coy about it or felt like they had to pretend they weren’t into it or whatever.”
“I happen to like sex. A lot. Nothing wrong with that.”