“Oh god!” Damion moaned just before Sam’s lips covered his own. Another moan was wrenched from him as he felt Sam’s tongue tease across his lips. Tentatively, he slipped his own tongue from his mouth to touch across Sam’s and he wanted to die on the spot. He felt Sam’s hand in his hair, urging him closer, urging him to take what he wanted and Damion obliged, letting his tongue follow Sam’s to do battle inside their mouths. Damion thought his heart was going to leap out of his chest it was pounding so hard. Damion’s hand began to move faster as his arousal flared.
“Damion…I’m so close. Sam growled into Damion’s ear. Damion looked up and that’s when Sam kissed him fiercely, his tongue working its way into Damion’s mouth. The steel shaft in Damion’s hand went rigid before it pulsed hard, a liquid warmth covering Damion’s hand and chest. Sam had effectivly just marked Damion as his own. Gasping, Damion threw back his head and with a sharp cry, came all over Sam’s stomach and hand in return. His whole body trembled with emotion and he clung to his mate, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Now, your mine. As I am yours.” He then scooped up Damion’s legs and carried him over to the shower, were he set him down, and turned on the faucet. The hot streams of water would bring welcome relief. Taking up a hand cloth, he drew Damion into the shower and started to wash him off slowly, using soap and water on the cloth. The water sprayed over them both, as Sam gazed down at the trembling Damion. “Feeling better?”
“Now, your mine. As I am yours.” Sam whispered.
He was surprised when Sam swept him up into his arms, bridal style and took them both into the shower. He set Damion on his feet and turned on the faucet. The warm water washed over their naked forms as Sam took a hand cloth and started to wash his mate’s body. Damion sniffled every once in a while, but for the most part, his emotions were settling into some semblence of calm.
“Feeling better?” Sam asked him, his tone gentle. Damion nodded, unsure of what to say. He was overwhelmed for the most part, having never expected to find his mate…and so quickly. His sister was going to be jealous. He chuckled a bit, looking at Sam.
“My sister is going to be jealous that she didn’t find her mate before I did.” he said. He turned to face Sam, reaching up to touch his cheek. “Thank you.” Those two words held a whole wealth of meaning to the younger werewolf and he only hoped his Alpha knew what he was thanking him for. Damion knew there was more to come in regards to their burgeoning sexual discoveries and trusted Sam to ease him through with love and care.
Stepping out of the shower cubicle, he reached for a towel and handed it to Damion, winking. “Why don’t you dry off, and get dressed. Then, I am happy to give you a ride home.” It was getting late, and Sam had an appointment in the morning, plus other business dealings he had to take care of. “I’m sure your father will want you up bright and early for work.” Sam got his own towel and started to dry himself down, before finding a shirt and pants to wear, something simple, to take Damion home. It was not that he didn’t want Damion to stay longer, he just knew that this was to be the first night of many.
Sam had so much to teach him, and he was sure that in the coming weeks, months, that their relationship would blossom, into something truly beautiful. The only downside….was keeping it hidden. It may have been the roaring twenties, but homosexuality was still illegal.
Dressed, he got the keys to his car, and then waited for Damion to get dressed, so he could drive him home.
“Ready to go?”
Damion nodded, shyly stepping out of the cubicle and drying off. He couldn’t help but take peeks at Sam’s nude form, thinking of how that gorgeous body was pressed against his own. He blushed as he thought about it and knew he would have something to fuel his most erotic dreams for weeks to come.
Once he was dressed, he waited for Sam to gather up his keys.
“Ready to go?”
“I left my car at Fred’s. Could you take me there, please?” he asked.
“Right this way, Damion.” Sam said with a sweeping gesture, and the two would leave the apartment, for the elevator, and then down to the foyer, before out to Sam’s car. Now that they were in public, Sam had to keep his wits about him, and let Damion get his own car door, while Sam jumped in the driver’s seat. Starting the engine, Sam looked across at Damion adoringly.
“Don’t ever change.” He said with a slight growl to his voice, as the car sped off towards Fred’s, so that Sam could drop him off. When would they see each other again? Hopefully, it would be soon.