ChoosingHisChristmasMiracle by Charlie Richards

grinned. Oh, he felt powerful, in control, making his mate burn with obvious need if the glistening drops of pre-cum oozing from the wide slit was any indication. Sean wanted more.
    He leaned forward, stuck out his tongue, and slid the flat of it across the swollen, sensitive glans, taking care to scoop up those tantalizing beads. Sean hummed at the taste. Wanting to taste more, he opened his jaw wide and sucked the head of Raul’s cock into his mouth.
    Raul moaned, indicating Sean must be doing something right. His mate bucked his hips convulsively, thrusting more of his dick into Sean’s mouth. Sean’s gag reflex kicked in, forcing him to back away.
    “Sorry,” Raul apologized breathily. “Felt so good.”
    Sean flicked his gaze up, surprisingly pleased at the gasping, slack-jawed look of pleasure on the other man’s face. Going down on him again, Sean made certain to keep his second hand firmly on Raul’s hip so he couldn’t choke him again. Sean bobbed his head, sucking and licking, doing all the things he knew he liked when getting a blow job. He tickled the sensitive skin under the cap, traced the pulsing vein up the underside of Raul’s stalk, and dipped his tongue into the slit.
    “Wait, wait, oh fuck, wait!” Raul cried out.
    Concerned that he’d somehow hurt his mate, Sean pulled off Raul’s dick. “What’s wrong?”
    “Nothing,” Raul gasped. “Just don’t want to come yet,” he admitted.
    “What? Why?” Sean asked, confused. Wasn’t that the point of a blow job?
    “Want to taste you, too,” Raul admitted. “Come up here.”
    “Oh.” Sean felt his heartbeat speed up at what his mate proposed. After a second, he stood and stripped his jeans. Like most shifters, he didn’t bother with underwear. His dick sprang free, hard, already weeping, jutting from his groin and ready for action.
    Raul reached out and tentatively traced a finger up the underside of his dick, along the blood-engorged vein. He tickled the membrane called the frenulum with his fingertip, making his dick bob and sending shivers through Sean’s body. Finally, Raul swiped the pad of his finger over Sean’s head, rubbing the clear fluid that oozed from his slit all around the glans.
    Sean growled low in his throat, loving not only the sight of his mate touching him, but the shudders his touch sent through his body. When Raul lifted his finger to his tongue and tasted Sean, licking his finger clean, Sean moaned.
    “Raul,” he murmured. “You’re killing me!”
    Raul grinned. “We wouldn’t want that. Come up here,” he beckoned.
    Letting out an unmanly whimper, Sean quickly obeyed, positioning himself above Raul in a classic sixty-nine position. He mentally reminded himself to be careful not to put any weight on his healing lover, then lowered his head and sucked in as much of Raul’s dick as he could.
    He slowly started bobbing his head, lifting in slow, sucking drags, knowing how good it felt. Sean nearly lost it at the first touch of Raul’s tongue to his glans. He had to freeze and concentrate on beating his orgasm back as Raul’s tongue swiped around him, the warm, wet appendage sending fantastic sensations up his stalk to his balls.
    When Raul actually wrapped his lips around his crown and sucked, Sean moaned. It was a good thing he’d remembered to grip Raul’s hip again, because the vibrations caused his mate to whimper and thrust.
    It only took a few seconds for Raul to catch on, and they started a race to get each other off on their orgasms. Sean’s lover seemed to mirror his movements, sucking, licking, and working the base of his prick—which Raul couldn’t fit into his mouth—with his hand.
    Sean felt his balls pull tight to his body. His cock swelled and he knew he was seconds away from coming. He desperately wanted Raul to get off, too. He reached down and rolled his lover’s testicles, feeling the hard orbs tighten in their sacks. Yeah, his lover was close, too. Sean hummed.
    That seemed to