Chapter Nine

Enrique swallowed swiftly, doing his best to keep up with Trynche's pulses. The male's seed tasted slightly bitter on his tongue, and the quantity quickly caught up with him. Even as he swallowed, some oozed past the corners of his mouth and dribbled down his chin.

Needing to breathe, Enrique pulled off Trynche's dick and pointed it downward while continuing to jack him, allowing the last couple of spurts to splatter on the hardwood floor.

Damn, my poor gargoyle must have been really pent-up.

"Shit, Enrique," Trynche mumbled, his breath coming in rough pants. He threaded his fingers through Enrique's hair before sliding his fingers down to apply pressure under his chin. When Enrique met Trynche's gaze, the gargoyle smiled lazily at him. "Sorry I couldn't give you much of a warning." He used a thumb to wipe up the cum that had dripped down one side of his chin. "Your touch, your mouth felt so damn good. Better than I could have ever imagined." Sighing, his eyes heavy-lidded, he brought his digit to his mouth. Before popping it into his mouth to suck it clean, Trynche muttered, "Blew my mind." Barking a laugh, he added, "And my load."

Enrique chuckled, rising to his feet. "You ramble after getting off." Moving his hands to his fly, he began undoing his jeans. "Good to know." Eyeing the gargoyle's still-hard dick, he arched one brow. "And nice stamina, but you mind if I fuck you first?" Lowering his zipper, Enrique tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and briefs. "My cock is aching to sink into your tight ass."

Enrique should have blushed at the words tumbling out of his mouth. He couldn't ever remember being so blunt with a lover. Except, the way Trynche grinned at him and eyed his groin hungrily when Enrique pushed down his clothes caused any self-consciousness to flee.

He found it incredibly freeing.

"Mmmm, hell, yeah," Trynche replied gruffly. "Would love to feel you pounding my ass. But first." He cupped Enrique's chin and tipped his face up. Then Trynche stuck out his tongue and licked over his chin, clearing away the rest of his cum. "There ya go." He winked as he straightened.

Enrique laughed as he pulled away from a grinning Trynche. "Right." He grabbed his bottle of water, took a swig, and allowed some to dribble from his mouth. Then he grabbed his undershirt and used it to wipe and dry his face. Arching a brow as he tossed the shirt back to the chair, Enrique met Trynche's gaze. "Now there."

Trynche tipped his head back and laughed, obviously amused and not at all embarrassed.

Chuckling along with him, Enrique grabbed the lube and moved to the bed. He couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed and had fun with a lover. Did he ever?

Enrique didn't think so, and he sure liked it.

"Get your ass up here, big guy," Enrique demanded, patting the bed. "I'm in the mood to fuck you into the mattress."

"Yes, please," Trynche responded, climbing up beside him. The bottle of water the gargoyle had tossed on the bedspread rolled between them, knocking against their knees as Trynche crawled into position. The male grabbed it and placed it next to Enrique's on the nightstand. Then he rested on his forearms, his ass in the air, with his tail lashing back and forth, offering enticing glimpses of his hole.

With his cock aching with need, Enrique moved between Trynche's legs. He quickly drizzled slick on his dick as well as his fingers, coating both liberally. Then Enrique grabbed the base of Trynche's tail, intending to ease it aside so he could hold it out of the way.

Trynche barked a cry and arched, a shudder working through his big body.

Enrique froze, fearing he'd hurt the male. "Are you okay?" He quickly released Trynche's tail and rubbed his hand over his ass cheek and flank. "Does grabbing your tail hurt you?"

A rough, guttural chuckle erupted from Trynche. His green eyes almost glowed with a feral light as he looked over his shoulder at him. His torso expanded and contracted a couple of times as if he were breathing deeply to catch his breath.

"Oh, quite the opposite, my mate," Trynche told him gruffly. "Tails are just as sensitive as wings."

Feeling his eyes widen with his surprise, Enrique held Trynche's gaze. "Damn." Relief quickly gave way to pleasure. "Really?"

Trynche's nostrils flared as he nodded. "Yeah."

"Well, well." That was an interesting surprise.

Holding Trynche's gaze, Enrique returned his grip to the base of his gargoyle's tail. He saw the way his lover's lips parted and heard him suck in a sharp breath. When Enrique slid his hand down his length a little way while squeezing gently, Trynche let that breath out on a low, sensual moan. The gargoyle's eyelids slid to half-mast, and he seemed to lose focus, as if whatever sensations he was enjoying were the most blissful things in existence.

Just, damn.

Enrique repeated his actions, working the dock of Trynche's tail with rhythmic squeezes and strokes. The sights and sounds the gargoyle uttered while shaking in obvious ecstasy quickly went to Enrique's dick. He feared he would come before he even managed to get inside the gargoyle.

Inside. Definitely gotta get inside him.

With that thought in mind, Enrique slid one slick finger deep into the gargoyle's chute. He didn't even seem to notice, considering the way he was lost in the pleasure of Enrique working his tail. Even as Enrique eased a second finger in and began working Trynche open, he wondered if he could get the gargoyle off just by jacking his tail.

And maybe his wings.

Enrique still wanted to pet them.

Then Trynche muttered, "Fuck me. Please fuck me." He groaned and trembled for a few seconds before growling, "So fucking close again." Reaching back, Trynche gripped Enrique's wrist, forcing him to stop his movements to the gargoyle's tail. "And I want you in me when I do." The gargoyle's green eyes were narrowed as he pinned Enrique with a feral grin. "I wanna milk your release from you and feel your hot cum warm my insides."

Groaning, Enrique tried to control the hard shiver that shot straight to his groin. His erection throbbed, and he gritted his teeth against his need for release. Jerking a nod, Enrique eased his fingers from Trynche's ass and gripped his base.

Enrique pressed his crown to Trynche's puckered entrance. That stimulation alone caused a tingle at the base of his spine. Squeezing the base of his cock barely stemmed his need, and he sucked in a deep breath, praying for control.

"Do it," Trynche encouraged, rocking backward as if trying to impale himself on Enrique's dick. "Need you, my mate."

Unable to resist the siren call of Trynche's willing body—not that he wanted to—Enrique obeyed. He thrust his hips, and his lover's ring of muscle opened to him. Enrique's crown was clamped in wet, sucking heat, and he moaned at the pleasure that shot through him.

Instinct took over, and Enrique pushed forward, sinking a bit deeper. He rocked back, reveling in the tug against his skin. Pinpricks of fiery bliss shot up his spine as a shiver worked through him.

Gritting his teeth, Enrique pushed forward again. In one long, smooth glide, he buried his prick balls deep inside the gargoyle's tight, exquisite heat. Enrique moaned loudly as he managed to still his hips.

"Trynche," Enrique whispered. He would forever deny any hint of whine in his voice. "Oh, gods." Bowing over Trynche's back, he rested his forehead against the middle of the gargoyle's back. Breathing deeply, Enrique tried not only to catch his breath, but also to get control of himself. "Feel so good."

Enrique had just enough presence of mind to keep from commenting about how he'd never barebacked before. There was nothing worse than talking about past fucks while with another. Instead, Enrique reveled in the knowledge that he would never have to bother with a rubber again.

I'll get to feel this any time I want.

"So fucking good," Enrique muttered once more.

Then, his body demanding it, Enrique began to move. The sucking drag of Trynche's inner muscles on the bare sensitive skin of his dick instantly went to his head. Straightening, he grabbed the gargoyle's thick hip in a tight grip. That, coupled with the hold he still had on Trynche's tail, allowed Enrique to hold the gargoyle steady as he began hammering into him over and over.

Trynche arched and moaned, hollering Enrique's name while shuddering in his grip. With his increased strength, the gargoyle still managed to rock into each of Enrique's thrusts. The slap of their bodies coming together combined with their grunts, groans, and hisses. The sting of Enrique's balls hitting Trynche's ass ramped up his desire to a level he'd never before experienced, and he found himself soaring over the edge, crying Trynche's name once more.

Slamming deep, Enrique shuddered hard as he came, soaking his lover's chute with his seed. Some odd instinct hit him, and he stretched forward. Grabbing the gargoyle's blue hair, Enrique yanked the male's head back and to the side, causing him to arch so he could reach the male's flushed red neck.

Enrique opened his mouth and wrapped his teeth around his tendon. He clenched hard, his jaw hurting in his effort to pierce the male's thick hide. Then the sweet, iron-rich flavor filled his mouth, and he grunted with pleasure at the exquisite taste.

Humming, Enrique sucked on the wound and swallowed some more blood. He smiled around the flesh against his lips when he heard Trynche moan his name. Then the male shuddered beneath him, his body trembling, and Enrique felt the man's channel flutter around his still-embedded erection, telling him that his gargoyle had just come, too.

Gaining some self-control, Enrique released his hold on Trynche's flesh, as well as his hair. He slid his tongue over the male's still-oozing wound once before Trynche flopped forward onto his stomach. With a groan, he stretched his arms out on either side of him.

Enrique followed him down, resting along the large male's back. Sighing deeply, he watched as Trynche turned his head and licked his finger. Then he swiped over the teeth marks Enrique had left in his hide. In awe, Enrique watched as the wound sealed right before his eyes, leaving behind a tooth-shaped scar.

While Enrique's instinct was to apologize, the look of delight on Trynche's face as he stared awkwardly at the mark caused him to keep his mouth shut.

With a sigh, Trynche relaxed his head on his fist as he peered over his shoulder at him. He reached back and gripped Enrique's hip, squeezing lightly. "Damn, my mate." A smile curving his lips, he murmured, "That was epic. Loved that you bit me."

"Really?" Enrique couldn't keep the surprise out of his voice. "Why?"

"Well, bonding includes the exchange of blood," Trynche reminded him. Shrugging one shoulder jostled Enrique a little before he admitted, "Normally, a gargoyle will have to cut himself so his human mate can sip from him." Smugness filled his tone as he told him, "Few gargoyles actually have a mating scar from their human. I'm truly blessed."

Accepting that, Enrique let any residual guilt he felt slip away. "Still can't believe you came from it."

"You'll come from mine, too," Trynche declared with a smirk. "Ready for round two?"

"Wouldn't this be three for you?" Enrique teased with a chuckle. Then he quickly added, "Not that I'm keeping count or anything."

Trynche grinned as he used his tail to pick up the lube from where Enrique had dropped it on the bed. "Don't worry, my mate," he rumbled, his voice dropping husky with promise. "I'll definitely make it up to you."

As Trynche spoke, he poured a generous dollop onto the last several inches of his tail before snapping it shut again. "Now, you just lie there enjoying my body." He winked as he moved his tail down the bed. "I'm going to get you off again while I stretch you." Narrowing his eyes, Trynche told him, "I want to be dripping with your cum before I mark you in the same most primitive of ways."

Enrique felt a shiver of anticipation fill him as he watched Trynche's tail with interest. He lost sight of it when it went too low, but a second later, he felt it. A tremble worked up Enrique's spine when the tail teased along his trench, tickling the sensitive skin there.

Then Trynche's tail reached his pucker, and Enrique instinctively spread his legs wider. The appendage delving into his body yanked a surprised gasp from him. Grunting when Trynche rubbed his tail over his prostate, Enrique was impressed with the amount of control the gargoyle had.

A moment later, Enrique wasn't thinking at all as Trynche's tail drove him out of his ever-loving mind.