Page 32 of The Librarian’s Familiar

“Mmm.” Charlie sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him down to sit next to him. He took off his boots and kicked them aside. “We are going to have fun.”

“I’ve just spent twenty-four hours hunting and eating as a bear…there is some fun that is not a good idea.” He went to take off his boots and noticed that both his laces were undone. When had that happened?

“Slow down. We can take our time and leave that for another night when you aren’t full of meat.”

“I’d like to be full of meat.” Heat rushed up his throat as the words left his tongue.

Charlie laughed. “You did brush your teeth, right?”

“Yes. And I bathed in the lake.” He held up his hand, which had clean nails. “But seriously, what do you like?” He toed off his boots and shrugged out of his jacket as Charlie stood up and did the same.

“I like lots of things.” He sat on August’s lap and looped his arms over his shoulders. “And I’m sure we can find some common ground.”

He was sure they could, but he was used to a certain level of negotiation before it got this far. Mostly, he kept it simple because he didn’t want to be folded in half by just anyone. But sometimes when he ran into another shifter, it was all he wanted.

It’s what he wanted now.

Charlie kissed him again and pushed him back. He didn’t resist, falling back onto the bed and bringing Charlie with him. The way they were pressed together, he wished they’d taken their pants off first. He settled for gripping Charlie’s hip and grinding against him. The ridge of his dick sliding against his made him harder, despite too many layers of clothes between them.

Charlie reached between them. “Too many buckles and buttons.”

He sat up and pulled off his shirt without undoing any buttons, and then his undershirt. August ran his hands over Charlie’s ribs and pulled him back down for another kiss. This much kissing was a luxury he didn’t want to miss out on. The movement of his lips and tongue and body, the little noises he made.

August almost didn’t care if nothing else happened, but he wanted to feel all of him. He flipped Charlie over onto his back and undid his belt and jeans. Charlie lifted his hips so August could pull them off and toss them on the floor, leaving Charlie in his socks and underwear—a pair of very sensible navy-blue briefs.

Charlie’s gaze was firmly on him. “And you.”

He was getting there, but he was also drinking in the sight of Charlie sprawled on the bed and waiting for him. As he unbuttoned his shirt, one button fell off and rolled across the floor. He didn’t stop to watch where it went, just added his clothes to the growing pile on the floor. The top button on his jeans had already popped open, and he made quick work of shedding them and his socks.

For a heartbeat, he considered pulling his boxer briefs off but decided to finish undressing Charlie first. He hooked his fingers into the waistband, giving Charlie time to lift his hips and make it easier, and dragged them down, revealing his thick dick. He definitely wanted that in him. If not tonight, then at some point in the very near future.

He leaned in and licked the length.

Charlie lifted his head. “Um…did you want to ask about my history or condoms before you get too involved?”

He didn’t need to lie this time about why he didn’t care. “Nope. I’m a shifter, and I haven’t been with anyone since I last shifted, which was literally this afternoon. And I shift pretty soon after, too, so I don’t worry about it.”

“Must be nice.” His last word was more of a gasp as August did more than lick, taking the fat head in his mouth and sucking.

Charlie’s fingers curled into the blanket, and his pulse quickened.

He could take his time and listen. He didn’t need to rush and think about his exit or where he was supposed to be. One of Charlie’s hands lifted and settled on the back of his head, his fingers threading through August’s hair as his hips lifted.

Pre-cum dripped onto his tongue and he pulled back to finish undressing him. Charlie helped, kicking off his briefs and scooting further onto the bed.

August tugged off his socks, not caring where they landed, and crawled over Charlie, kissing and licking any part of him he could reach. The top of his knee, the crease of his thigh, his belly next to where his cock lay, up to his belly button, the center line of his stomach muscles. He licked and sucked on one nipple before finally making his way up Charlie’s throat to his lips. The entire time, he was aware of every time his dick brushed against Charlie’s skin or the hair on his thigh.

“I kind of wish I hadn’t hunted so much.”

Charlie smiled. “Yeah? Why’s that?”

August stared down at him, not sure if Charlie wasn’t joining the dots or if he wanted him to say it. He drew in a breath. “I like bottoming, but I don’t do it very often.”

And now he was praying that Charlie liked to top. He had said he liked a bit of everything but hadn’t clarified anything.

“I did spend some time checking out your ass and hoping. There’s always next time.” Charlie’s hand slid between them, his fingers teased the head of August’s cock, sliding his foreskin over the glans. A shiver of pleasure ran down his spine, lodging in his balls.

Was there?