Glancing up at Casper, making sure I have permission, I slowly pull his boxers away, tossing them over my shoulder. The little display puts him at ease and he gives me a little huff of amusement.
As I run my fingers over the inside of his calf, Casper opens his thighs, making a place for me between them. I kneel up on the bed between his legs, touching him reverently, amazed that I even get to have this, that Lady Fate has brought the two of us together. I’m in complete awe.
My fingers touch over his thighs, feeling them tense. I’m not sure if he’s nervous or if I’ve hit a ticklish spot. Someday soon I plan on learning every single thing his body is telling me, I’ll learn how to properly play him without a single word. Until then, words are necessary.
“Everything okay so far? If anything is too much or something doesn’t feel good, all you have to do is tell me. I want this to be good for both of us.”
“I’m good,” Casper says, raising his left foot and placing it on my back, pushing me until I’m falling down onto my arms. Then he wraps both his legs around my waist, tugging me even further until our cocks are pressed together. “Fuck,” he gasps out. “There we go. That’s better. I was promised rutting.”
“I somehow already adore you,” I tell him with a grin so wide my cheeks start to hurt. “I promised rutting so that’s exactly what you’ll get. But if you want more, all you have to do is ask, okay?”
Casper whines. “Okay, fine. I’ll ask. Now come on,” he says with a huff, raising his own hips off the bed in order to himself against me. We both moan as he moves against me, our dicks rubbing against each other.
My mouth finds Casper’s jaw, laying wet, opened mouth kisses against his skin as we grind together. There’s absolutely no finesse, no rhyme or reason to our rutting, but it’s somehow perfect. Precum wets our stomachs. It feels good. So good. But I want more.
Thankfully, apparently Casper does as well.
“More,” he breathes out, his fingers running over my hair before his nails are digging into my shoulder. “Please, Zeke. I want you.”
“How do you want me, Casper? Tell me?”
“In me. Please.”
“Are you sure?”
Casper makes an annoyed noise, biting my shoulder hard before pulling back and glaring up at me. “You said all I had to do was ask. Well, I’m asking. Fuck me, Zeke. Mate me. Make me yours.”
A noise that sounds suspiciously like a growl leaves me, rumbling in the center of my chest. Fuck. The things Casper is asking of me is turning my insides upside down. I want it. I need it. So that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
I flip us until we’re side to side with Casper’s leg around my hip, leaving me room to reach his ass. I run my hand over his ass cheek a few times until I feel him let out a sigh, relaxing, only then do I venture further, running the pad of my finger over his hole.
“Oh,” I breathe out, finding him wet and ready for me. “I didn’t know familiars worked like that.”
“Banshee’s don’t?”
I smile against Casper’s lips. “Only during mating season.”
“Banshee’s have mating seasons? Oh, we are so exploring that in the future,” he says but then his voice is cut off with a moan as I push my finger inside him. “Oh my gods. Zeke. Fuck, that feels so--” his voice trails off as he pushes back against my hand, fucking himself on my finger.
As he buries his face against my throat, Casper continues to make the prettiest noises, begging for more. When I feel him soft and ready around my finger, I push in a second, quickly followed by a third. He’s so responsive, so sensitive to every touch. His noises are addicting, making me ache with how badly I want him.
Casper is mine and I plan on claiming him as such. No one will be able to smell him or look at him without knowing that he’s taken. I want to possess him, body and soul.
“Enough of this,” Casper says, making a frustrated noise. He flips me onto my back before climbing into my lap. “Enough teasing. I need you, Zeke.”
“Then take me.”
Casper reaches back, positioning me at his entrance before taking me into his body. I groan in pleasure as my cock is encompassed in wet heat. Fuck. Holy shit. He feels so good and not only does it feel good physically but I feel connected to him emotionally.
I’m overwhelmed. I can’t breathe. I’m exactly where I need to be.
I feel like I’m coming home.
“Fuck, Zeke. Fuck.”
“Yeah. That’s what we’re doing.”
Casper snorts, smacking my chest and making me chuckle. He leans down in order to kiss me, his hips moving up ever so slightly, shifting on my cock. It must feel good because he’s gasping. I can’t believe we’re doing this. I can’t believe I’m inside my mate right now when just yesterday I didn’t even know he existed.
We kiss, hurried and frantic as Casper begins to properly move, fucking himself on my cock. I should probably be embarrassed by how quickly my orgasm is rushing towards me but I’m too lost in Casper’s kisses, too overwhelmed by how fucking right he feels around me and over me.
“Bite me,” I whisper against his lips, desperately needing to be marked by my mate. “Claim me, Casper.”
Casper stares down at me with wide eyes before he’s moving faster than I thought possible. His teeth find my shoulder, biting down hard enough to break skin. It hurts but also feels so fucking good at the same time. Goosebumps raise across my skin and my stomach floods with warmth and arousal like I’ve never felt before. I cry out as pleasure rushes through me.
“Fuck!” My cock throbs within Casper’s ass, panting his inner walls with my seed, filling him up. I feel our mating bond begin to settle within me, but it’s not fully complete, not until I bite him back. I need to mark him the same way he’s marked me.
But first…
Grabbing Casper’s hips, I pull him away from my cock. He begins to whine in frustration but that whine quickly turns into a surprised squeak as I turn him around above me. With him on his hands and knees with his ass just above my face, I quickly get to work.
“Oh my gods. You’re-- I can’t believe you’re doing that. Zeke!”
My tongue lavishes his pink hole, licking his slick and my cum into my mouth. Our flavors mixed together are downright divine. It’s salty and sweet and musky and delicious. I place my lips over his hole and suck, rewarded by Casper’s legs nearly giving out and the most glorious scream of pleasure.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Zeke. Please. I’m so close!”
I wedge my tongue into his hole in order to chase the taste, thankful for once that my banshee tongue is longer than that of a human’s, capable of reaching every last drop. Casper’s hips move against my face, riding my tongue. My cock gives a valiant twitch, lust pooling heavy in my gut as I eat my mate out.
