Mated To An Enemy

Peter offered no resistance as their mouths moved in sync with each other. His hands naturally drifted up and around Myka's neck.

Myka took the action for what it was, consent and encouragement. His hands slipped around Peter's waist, pulling him closer, so their chests were pressed tightly against each other.

As their kiss intensified, Myka reached his hand back to the blankets behind Peter. He braced their weight as he slowly lowered Peter's body to the blankets.

They pulled away when the need for air became undeniable. Peter took deep breaths as Myka continued to kiss along Peter's jaw. His hands trailed down to the hem of Peter's shirt and pulled.

Peter lifted himself off the blanket just enough to help remove his shirt, lifting his arms over his head and then laying back down on the blankets as Myka's tongue traced along his throat.

Peter moaned softly, turning his head and exposing his throat even more to Myka. He was rewarded with a soft nip that sent a jolt of pleasure through his nervous system.

Myka's hand roamed down over Peter's chest, touching the warm flesh he had yearned for the past five years. Then, finally, he pulled away from Peter's throat to admire the man he loved.

He lifted himself onto his elbow and let out a shaky breath as his warm eyes filled with heat and desire taking in the familiar but long-absent sight.

Myka sat up on his hands and knees. He moved one leg over Peter's, placing his knee in between Peter's thighs as he leaned forward.

Peter let out a pleasured groan as he felt the pressure of Myka's knee against his stiffening groin. His breath was getting shallow as the excitement and longing took hold of him.

He lowered his gaze to look down at Myka, whose lips hovered just above Peter's nipple, his hot breath sending a warm tingle down Peter's spine.

Myka's tongue flicked the small bud, and Peter gasped at the sudden sensation. Myka smiled, wrapping his lips around it, suckling and biting as Peter reacted. His hand moved down to Peter's hips, tracing the waistline of his pants.

He made quick work of the button and zipper. His greedy hands pulled down at Peter's boxers. Myka smiled as he gripped the thick, stiff shaft and stroked it as the rhythm of Peter's breaths changed.

Peter moaned as Myka's hand moved up and down along his shaft, taking extra care to massage the head as he sucked on Peter's nipple.

He continued stroking him until Peter's breaths were short and ragged, and he could feel the minor spasms of his shaft against his hand.

Myka stopped stroking right at that moment. Dropping his hand, Myka pulled away and moved to his knees.

Peter panted as he stared at Myka with hungry eyes and a deep need that echoed throughout his body.

Myka lowered his hand slowly to his own pants, dipping his thumbs inside the waistband. He pushed them down until he freed his erection from its bindings. He wrapped his hand around it, stroking himself as he stared down with a smile at Peter's naked body.

Peter took a shaky breath as he watched Myka stroke himself. He licked his lips as he watched Myka's hand move up and down.

He got up to his knees and moved closer to Myka, who only watched with renewed interest as he continued stroking himself.

Peter got down on his hands and knees, and Myka dropped his hand away as Peter moved closer. He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around the head of Myka's thick shaft.

He gently sucked as he kneaded the head with his tongue. He was rewarded with a soft moan from Myka. He leaned forward, taking more of the shaft into his mouth. Wrapping his lips tightly around Myka, Peter bobbed his head, taking a little bit more of him with each forward movement.

Myka tangled his fingers into Peter's hair and closed his eyes as the warmth of Peter's mouth melted his control. He gently rolled his hips forward, thrusting ever so slightly into Peter.

Peter pulled back, twisting his tongue over the head of Myka's length. He sucked on it roughly. Myka hissed and let out a low growl, barely resisting the urge to thrust into Peter's mouth aggressively.

Peter pulled away again, looking up at Myka. He licked his lips.

“I want to feel you,” he whispered. “Inside me.”

Myka drew a deep breath as Peter turned around, looking back over his shoulder as he lifted his ass into the air and backed up enough for Myka's erection to poke him.

Peter moaned softly while Myka bit his lower lip to control himself.

Myka removed his pants before placing his hands on Peter's plump ass. He grabbed and squeezed his cheeks as he remembered the almost intoxicating feeling of thrusting into this man. He swallowed and took a deep breath.

“Put it in, Myka, please,” Peter whispered.

“Not yet,” Myka replied, leaning down and kissing one side of his ass. “We need to get you ready first.”

Myka spread Peter's cheeks. Looking at his tight hole, he licked his lips and swallowed. He reached down to the head of his cock, stroking it gently and massaging it with a heavy pant until there was enough of the clear liquid to at least coat two of his fingers.

“I'm already ready,” Peter replied with a soft breath as he looked back over his shoulder and watched Myka lather his finger with precum. “You don't need to do that. Just put it in, please.”

“Peter, we need to loosen you up. I don't want to hurt you,” Myka said as his finger rubbed against the tight hole, drawing a gasp and a moan from Peter. Myka pushed his finger in easily, moving it slowly and gently in and out, quickly realizing he could also try the second finger, drawing another gasping moan from Peter.

Peter was taking short breaths, feeling Myka's fingers exploring his hole. He was more turned on than he cared to admit, but he needed more.

“Myka, I already… I'm loosened enough…”

Myka knew Peter was right. He could fit a third finger if he tried. But Myka remembered every moment he shared with Peter, and he knew what it took to get him ready. So, the fact that Peter was already loosened enough for penetration meant he had likely been with someone else recently.

A low growl grew in Myka's belly. He pulled his hand away from Peter and looked away.

“Are you seeing someone?” he asked in a tone as neutral as he was capable of.

“What?” Peter asked with surprise. He looked back over his shoulder and saw the look of concern and jealousy on Myka's face. He closed his eyes and sighed.

Peter turned around, moving to sit on his knees so he could face Myka.

“No,” he said. “And I haven't been with anyone in a long time either.”

Myka shook his head.

“How's that possible?” he asked. “I remember every part of your body. So I know what it takes to get you ready.”

Peter looked down, took a deep breath, and swallowed the lump in his throat.

“I…” he began, a flush spreading over his face. “Did that… last night… and this morning…”

Myka looked up with furrowed brows.

“Not… for anyone else….” Peter said quietly, looking away from Myka and hugging himself. “You weren't the only one… thinking about… us….”