“Hmm?” At first he thought he was about to ask him something, but then when he actually gazed into Damion’s eyes, it was like he was staring right down into his soul. There was a moment where the two simply bonded on a level that was high above anything measured. Sam could see that Damion wet his lips, in anticipation. A simple kiss.
At first Sam tilted his head closer so their lips were but inches apart, and there was a light pause, as though the anticipation was building, on both ends. Sam blinked and then he closed his eyes, and gently pressed his lips to Damion’s. It was light, with no sexual tension behind it. Soft and subtle. But his hands, his hands now were gripping to his shirt. Part of him wanting more, the other part trying to go slow. It was like an internal fight to keep himself in check.
The kiss…was romantic…and beautiful.
Damion inhaled sharply as he caught the scent of Sam’s desire and appreciated the fact that Sam wasn’t acting on them. He gave his mate a loving smile and turned in his arms so they were pressed front to front.
“I won’t break, Sam. Kiss me like you mean it.” Damion whispered, giving his permission for his mate to really and truly kiss him.
Sam had been holding back, purposely. His kiss was to show that he respected Damion, and didn’t want him to feel pushed into an act he was not ready for. But Damion could now read Sam a lot better, and turned himself over, giving permission for Sam to kiss him properly. Slowly Sam took off his glasses, revealing his striking blue eyes, and that chiseled chin. He set the glasses down on the table, just near his reach, then brought his arms back around Damion’s back, as their faces were so close. Eyes wide open now, Sam leant in to kiss, but at first he tugged on Damion’s bottom lip, almost sensually, before releasing and letting his tongue flicker just across the inside of Damion’s lips. From there, he drew Damion tighter upon him, and his kisses were more hungered, like he was feasting on his lips, taking a kiss, then another, while his inner wolf growled with satisfaction.
He feasted upon Damion’s lips with a hunger Damion had never felt before and he moaned unconciously, his eyes falling closed as he wrapped his arms around Sam’s neck. Damion had never such passion from anyone, had nothing to compare it to and he felt as if her were burning up from inside out. He was pressed into the couch, Sam’s body covering his own and he whimpered when he felt Sam’s thigh pressing against his hardness. Sam’s tongue slipped into his mouth and Damion was assaulted with a whole new set of sensations as his tongue reached out to battle with Sam’s own.
This was desire…and Damion was falling deep.
Sam at first found himself lost within this new desire. Kissing Damion was just the start of his release of his true wolf, and he started to realize that now it was going to be all the harder to reign in. When their tongues met and started to dance, Sam’s hips began to roll, with his own hardness growing rapidly by the second. At one point they brushed against each others, and he let out a deep throated moan of want. He pulled from the kiss, almost gasping for breath, realizing what he was doing. His eyes desperately searched Damion’s wanting to know if he went too far.
“I..can’t help it. Stop me now…if you don’t want this.” His voice implored, before he spied Damion’s Adam’s apple rising and falling, and he started to pant heavily, before descending on his neck, and sucking the very skin. His hands were already wandering, and his body moved to the beat of his heart.
“I..can’t help it. Stop me now…if you don’t want this.” Sam groaned, ducking down to suckle at the skin of Damion’s neck. Damion arched his back and whimpered as he felt Sam’s hands wandering over his body.
“Sam…please…I…I need you.” Damion whimpered, not realizing that his wolf had taken over his body and his wolf wanted to mate with his Alpha right this second. But Damion was conflicted, much like his mother had been when his father first desired her. He was wolf but he was also a man. It was hard to seperate the two, especially at a time like this.
And then he thought back to something his mother had told him once.
“Damion, you are both wolf and man…there is no seperation between the two. Once you understand this, there will be no more struggles, no more conficts. Once you understand this…will you truly be one with yourself.”
Damion realized the same thing his mother had, that his father made her realize. That he was two personalities in one body, but it was his mind that was fighting who he was, not his heart. His heart belonged to this man, and it was this man who he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.
He relaxed fully in Sam’s arms and smiled. This was where he wanted to be…with his mate.
Sam drew back, to hear Damion say no…to tell him he was not ready for this, but instead, the look on his face was one that completely took Sam by surprise. Sam could actually feel the rigidness of Damion leaving his body, as he began to mold into Sam’s hardened form. Damion was smiling, and it was the most beautiful thing that Sam had ever seen. He accepted him, not only as his mate, but so much more than that. Sam’s eyes glistened with real tears, as he then kissed Damion, and held that kiss. He was overjoyed, that they had reached a point where he knew that he had been right. They were meant to be together. Sam propped up and slowly unbuttoned his own shirt, and slipped it off, before taking Damion’s hand to rest to his chest, so that he could fee his heart beating, then he took that same hand and started kissing each of his fingers, before starting to suck them. Sam wanted to discover each and every part of Damion….inch by inch.
“No tears, Sam. This is where I want to be.” Damion reassured him. Sam sat up and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off of his lean form. He took Damion’s hand and pressed it to his heart and Damion took comfort in the feeling. Keeping his eyes on his soon-to-be-lover, Sam took Damion’s hand and started kissing each of his fingers before sucking them into his mouth. Damion let out an explosive breath at the feeling of Sam’s tongue surrounding his fingers and his pants felt uncomfortably tight.
“Sam.” Damion moaned, running his other hand along the hard planes and angles of Sam’s chest and stomach.
Sam’s eyes closed as he savored each digit, and teased them with his tongue, before he released Damion’s hand, and smiled down at him. The look was one of unashamed love. Sam placed a kiss atop of Damion’s head, propping himself up with one arm as he did so. Both of them were now getting uncomfortable in their pants, for obvious reasons, and Sam decided to act, standing up and undoing his pants, whilst keeping his eye on his soon to be mate. He let them fall and then stepped out of each leg hole, before kicking them away. Sam reached for Damion’s hand and pulled him up to standing before him, where he started to slowly unbutton Damion’s shirt, again kissing him like he was stealing kisses as he went.
Sam had no intention of making fast moves, or speeding up this moment. He wanted Damion to be comfortable in his own skin, as he discovered that of Sam’s. The shirt he would peel back, and then kiss his bare shoulders, whilst Damion was still half dressed. Again he was gentle in his interactions, though his scent that he gave off was incredibly strong, and heady. Sam wanted Damion to explore him, feel his chest and stomach with searching hands as they stood not far from the window, that overlooked a sparkling city night.
The moves were slow and deliberate, as if Sam didn’t want to frighten Damion into changing his mind. Damion had no intentions of changing anything that happened from this point forward, including his mind. Sam peeled away his shirt from his body, leaning over and pressing a light kiss to his shoulder as he did no. Damion caught Sam’s scent in his nose and closed his eyes. His heart was beating fast in his chest as he stood near his mate.
Taking a chance, Damion dragged his eyes open and slowly reached out his hands to place them on Sam’s shoulders. He was surprised at the smoothness of Sam’s skin beneath his hands. Moving slowly, he ran them down along broad shoulders and down the lean arms that held such strength beneath the taut muscles. Upward and across his chest, he felt a muscle jump beneath his hand and smiled shyly. He brushed his hands across Sam’s nipples, watching them pebble to hard little points. There was a sharp intake of breath and he jerked his hands away.
“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” Damion whispered, looking up at Sam’s eyes.