RufflingThePeacocksFeathers by Charlie Richards

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    Humming with pleasure, Rueben nuzzled Lamar’s neck. He stroked Lamar’s chest, neck, and abs, loving the feel of his skin, while gently milking the last of his lover’s cum from his dick. Rueben refused to release Lamar, enjoying the man’s trembles as much as the heady endorphins pinging through his system.
    “Mmm,” Rueben hummed. “Fantastic.”
    “Fuck, the things you get me to do,” Lamar mumbled, his head lolling on Rueben’s shoulder.
    Grinning, Rueben gently cupped Lamar’s jaw and tilted his head just a bit more so he could press their lips together once, twice. “What?” he teased. “You’ve never had sex outside before?”
    “Hell, no,” Lamar grumbled, although a smile toyed at the corners of his mouth. “Anyone could stumble upon us,” he added ruefully.
    “That is true,” Rueben commented, then he smirked. “Especially with how you screamed.”
     
     
     
     

Chapter Ten
     
     
    Lamar’s face flushed hot, then just as quickly, the blood drained from it. “Oh, shit,” he hissed. “We need to get dressed.”
    “Hey, slow down,” Rueben soothed, holding him in place with one hand on his hip while using the other to gently stroke his neck.
    Lamar sighed and allowed his head to once again rest on Rueben’s shoulder. It felt so good to have his neck stroked. It didn’t matter what form he was in. “Okay,” he whispered. “Yeah, um—” He breathed deeply and blew it out slowly. “Damn, that feels good.”
    “Oh, honey.” Rueben drew out the pet name like a caress against his skin. “Erogenous zone, huh?”
    “Gods, yes,” he whimpered.
    “I’ll remember that,” his lover assured, then gently nipped his ear. “But, right now, we do need to get cleaned up.”
    Slowly, Rueben pulled his cock from Lamar’s ass. Lamar grunted at the sensation. His lover released him slowly, sliding his fingers along the skin of his chest. Lamar grabbed his bag, rummaged through, and found his dirty t-shirt.
    “Here,” he whispered, turning around to face his mate.
    Rueben sat on his ass in the grass next to him, his jeans still around his knees. Damn, my man’s thighs are almost as big around as my waist! He liked that thought— my man —and licked his lips, hoping for the day when he could lick those thighs all the way up to his balls. His breathing sped up just at the idea.
    “Lamar, don’t look at me like that unless you want another round.”
    His lover’s gruff voice brought Lamar back to the present. “Um, no,” he muttered. Glancing at Rueben from beneath his lashes, he added quickly, “Not that I didn’t enjoy it.”
    Winking, Rueben took the t-shirt, gave his now-soft prick a quick swipe, then rolled back to his knees, and pushed Lamar to his back. “Let me take care of you, sexy, then we’ll get on our way.”
    Lamar blushed, but didn’t object when Rueben gently swiped the t-shirt over his cock, balls, and ass. He sighed at the soft touch, his eyelids drooping to half-mast. He bit his lip, fighting back a whimper.
    “There ya are, babe,” Rueben murmured, pulling away.
    “Thanks,” Lamar whispered, fighting embarrassment. Why did allowing his mate to clean him feel more intimate than actually fucking? He didn’t know, and couldn’t explain it, but the care his lover showed warmed his heart.
    Suddenly, Rueben wrapped his arms around him and pulled him to his chest. He kissed him soundly, sweeping his tongue deep into his mouth before sucking it softly for several seconds. When Rueben pulled back, he grinned down at Lamar. “We’ll get used to each other,” Rueben assured.
    Lamar nodded, giving him a smile. “Yeah, yeah we will.” He had faith that they would, too. They had all the time in the world now that they were mated.
    Now that hormones brought on by lust and desire weren’t singing through his system, swamping his good sense, Lamar cocked his head and asked, “You said you knew how we mated. That it was your fault.”
    Rueben grimaced and