Mated To An Enemy

Peter wasted no time as he plunged his tongue into Myka's mouth. His hands moved under Myka's shirt, pressing into the firm trenches of his stomach and chest while he pushed the shirt up.

Myka raised his arms as Peter pulled away from their kiss and removed the shirt. But rather than continue where they had left off, he moved down to wrap his lips around one of Myka's nipples. He flicked it with his tongue and then sucked hungrily while his teeth pressed to the skin below until Myka released a soft hiss.

Peter continued to bite and suck at Myka's chest. His hands were already pulling at the button of Myka's pants.

Myka leaned his head against the wall with a thick groan as Peter's hand slipped into his boxers and grabbed his hardened shaft. Peter began to stroke him while he continued to bite and suck and leave his mark along Myka's chest.

As Peter's soft hand glided over him with a firm but tender grip, Myka let out gentle panting breaths and moans. Peter bit against the flesh of Myka's chest and sent a rush of painful pleasure echoing through Myka's body.

When Peter was like this, Myka became more sensitive. Every touch, every kiss, everything was amplified by Peter's assertiveness. He moved his hands over Peter's shoulders, wanting to at least be able to touch him as Peter did whatever he wanted.

With every stroke, every bite, Myka felt his heart beating faster and his breaths getting shorter. The physical pleasure didn't even matter anymore. Peter was the reason for his excitement, the reason for his desire.

For his part, all Myka could do at the moment was lean back and enjoy the feeling of Peter's passion. As much as he wanted to do the same, to touch, taste, and devour Peter, these moments when Peter took complete control were rare and delicious.

Myka was always willing to take control, always ready to shower Peter with affection and passion. But Peter held back both verbally and physically. Every time Peter allowed himself to follow his desires, to be the one to pounce first, Myka felt the distance between them shrinking.

“Peter....” Myka whispered in a broken voice as another moan followed.

He was close. Peter's hand was warm and soft, but the way he moved his hand, the way he touched Myka, it was driving him wild.

Peter pulled his mouth away from Myka's chest; he looked up at his lover, and Myka looked down at him.

Peter's cheeks were flushed, his eyes were filled with a lusty haze, and his soft breaths danced along the swollen bites on Myka's chest.

Seeing the look in Peter's eyes, Myka could hold back no more. He reached down and pulled Peter to him. He kissed him hard and tangled his fingers in Peter's hair.

But Peter's movements were not disrupted by the sudden change. Instead, he continued to stroke Myka between their bodies as he explored Myka's mouth.

Myka's body was on fire. He gripped tightly to Peter's hair as he pulled away from their kiss, and a heavy groan passed through his lips. His body shook with the release, and he leaned back against the wall to steady himself as the shockwaves of pleasure spread to every finger and toe.

Once Myka's grip eased, Peter kissed along his jaw and throat. Myka let out soft moans, and Peter could only smile as he continued to pepper kisses against his hot flesh.

His eyes were closed as he tried to catch his breath. He felt the soft kisses that Peter continued to leave on him. Each was delicate and warm. Myka smiled as Peter's hands moved down over his chest and hips. He was still feeling slight waves of pleasure from his release, but the touch of Peter's lips was already stirring him.

Down his throat, along his collarbone, over his shoulder. Myka let out a soft moan and leaned his head forward. The cool temperature of the wall felt good as Peter's kisses and touches felt like they were growing hotter.

Myka braced himself with his hands against the wall as Peter kissed along his shoulder blade and down his spine.

His spine?

Suddenly Myka's eyes opened wide. In front of him, he saw the dark teal color of the wall. When had he turned around? He looked back over his shoulder. Peter was behind him. Kissing down Myka's spine until he reached his tailbone.

Myka clenched his jaw and took a sharp breath through his nose as he felt another rush of excitement spreading from where Peter's lips touched his skin. Peter straightened up. His shirt was now unbuttoned.

Myka swallowed as he saw the soft white skin of Peter's chest and stomach. He wanted to taste it. He watched as Peter unhooked the button of his pants and lowered them. Myka licked his lips as his eyes fell on Peter's swollen cock. He wanted to taste that too.

Peter gave a soft chuckle, drawing Myka's attention back to his eyes.

Myka gasped. His heart jumped into his throat, and his knees felt weak at what he saw when they locked eyes. The dark, hungry gaze in Peter's eyes was unlike anything he had seen before. Myka felt his mouth water, and his chest grew tight.

Peter gave him a half grin as he reached forward and pulled Myka's pants and boxers down over the curve of his ass and left them gathered mid-thigh. Myka licked his lips, and without even meaning to, he lowered himself on the wall and extended his ass to Peter.

Peter gave him a pleased smile before he leaned forward, pressing his body against Myka's.

Myka bit down on his lower lip. Peter's swollen cock pressed against his ass, pressing between his cheeks as Peter reached around to retake hold of Myka, stroking him gently.

He gasped as Peter began to slowly move his hips. Myka closed his eyes and lowered his head, trying to regain his sense as his heart thumped loudly, and his body screamed for more.

Peter's hand on Myka and the gentle movements of his cock teasing Myka's ass was almost too much. But he wanted more. He wanted everything.

While Myka was used to being the one to drive Peter wild with his teasing and thrusting, this was not the first time that Peter had taken the lead. Even the night they had marked each other, they had both taken the lead many times.

Peter's hand squeezed around Myka, making him draw a sharp and shuddering breath. His mind drifted back to that moment when Peter had held him from behind, holding him tightly in place as he thrust into him and finally bit down on Myka's shoulder to claim him as his own.

Myka groaned and gasped as the memory, combined with Peter's expert grip on his shaft, tore another orgasm from Myka's body. He leaned heavily against the wall as he tried to catch his breath.

“Ugh!” Myka cried out, biting his bottom lip as Peter pushed a finger into him.

Peter moved his finger slowly, he pushed into the tight space, massaging the walls of his rectum, and Myka took another sharp breath. It wasn't long before one finger became two, and two became three.

“The way you're sucking my fingers in,” Peter whispered in a low tone. “Seems like you're begging for more....”

Myka cried out again as Peter slid in and out a little faster with his fingers. But soon, he was rocking his body back against Peter's hand.

“More....” Myka pleaded in a thick whisper.

Peter smiled and pulled his fingers out as Myka let out a whimper of protest.

“Whatever you want, Myka,” Peter whispered, lining the head of his cock against the tight entrance.

Myka let out a heavy moan as Peter pushed into him. The feeling of his cock was so different from his fingers. Before, it felt good, but it was only a taste. This, this is what he wanted, what he craved.

“Yes....” Myka whispered through soft pants. “M..More...”

Peter growled. He had been keeping control of his desire, of his need for Myka. But that was over now.

He thrust into Myka until he was buried inside of him. Myka cried out with a pained moan. Peter waited to move, but it didn't take long before Myka was rocking his hips and making soft whimpers.

Peter smiled as he felt Myka's need growing through their bond. They had missed each other, and the time for teasing was over. Now they needed to satisfy themselves.

And so they did, clear up until it was time to meet the others for dinner.