Inconceivable: Part Eleven-NSFW

Part Eleven:


     It wasn't the sound of the rooster crowing that woke him up or even the sound of manly shouts as horses were trained and cattle were branded.  The sound of a working farm and dude ranch did not wake him from the deep comatose-like sleep that he'd been in.  What woke Tommy up from the seductive dreams of him in the arms of his mate was the voice of said mate in rumbling through his chest and into his ear.  He could tell by the staccato sounds that Ton was talking in his sleep, but he'd mentioned Tommy's name so he had to listen right?
     "Mine.  My Tommy.  Nngholof.  Mate.  Love..." Ton's deep voice flowed over him and at the last word Tommy felt his heart clench and the breath catch in his throat.  Did Ton say love?  Tommy eased out of Ton's arms, which were wrapped around him firmly, and sat up to look down at his lover.  His eyes closed and he breathed a soft sigh of frustration as he pushed his hands through his unruly curls.  When he'd told Ton that he loved him the night before the other man had kissed him so passionately and then made such tender love to him that he knew what he was trying to say without him actually saying it.  He'd been fine with that but now hearing Ton actually say the word love made him realize that he wanted to hear the cowboy actually admit that he felt that way with his words.
     "Wow Tommy, unsatisfied much?" he muttered to himself before sliding out of bed slowly and walking towards the bathroom.  What was wrong with him?  He'd told himself that there was no way that he'd allow himself to fall in love with the cowboy but after one of the most intense orgasms of his life he'd just blurted it out.  As memories of the night before washed over him, Tommy shivered and felt his cock swell.  He groaned and turned on the hot water in the shower.  With every remembered caress, every remembered kiss, he felt his shaft grow harder and his heart sped up.  Stepping into the flow of hot water, the steam filling the room, he groaned again.  Soaping up his hands with the vanilla and cucumber scented body wash that he'd had specially made, he ran his hands over his torso and thighs, avoiding his leaking cock. Turning to rinse his front, he hissed as his dick made contact with the water and began to wash his back and ass.  As his fingers drifted through his crease he remembered the feel of Ton's tongue playing with his pink hole and his knees weakened.  Closing his eyes he knew that if he didn't come soon that he would be walking around in a perpetual state of arousal and being around a bunch of male wolf shifters, that wasn't such a good idea.
     Pouring the bath wash into his hands, he wrapped one hand around his aching cock and then drifted the fingers of his other hand to the crease of his ass.  He teased his hole with one finger as his hand drifted up his shaft.  He stuck the tip of one finger in his ass as he stroked down his erection.  He pulled his hand up his length as he pulled his finger out of his hole and as he stroked one hand down, he thrust the finger of his other hand in.  His heartbeat sped up and he imagined Ton coming into the bathroom at that moment to see him getting himself off in the shower and he felt his erection grow in his hand.  It wasn't long before he had a rhythm going, his hand stroking and twisting on his cock in symphony with the thrusting of his fingers.  For every introduction of a new finger, he flicked the nail of his finger into the slit at the head of his erection.  Leaning against the tiled wall he felt the tingle at the base of his spine that signaled his impending orgasm.
     He was grunting now, his breath stuttering out of his chest, his eyes squeezed shut, his ass clenching he three fingers that he had thrusting inside of him, fucking himself as his other hand stroked and squeezed and pumped his red cock, the head turning almost purple with the force of his desire.  At long last his mind conjured an image of Ton, canines extended, leaning over him to bite into his neck, marking him again, claiming him once more and with wailing cry and a jerk of his hips, his orgasm swept over him, stealing his breath and knocking the strength from his knees.  He pulled his finger free from his hole and let go of his still spurting erection and caught himself on his hands and knees, the water pounding down on his body as he shook under the force of his orgasm.  His breath was harsh as he attempted to calm himself after the overpowering eruption and he chuckled after a minute.
     "So apparently I've become a masochist or a pain slut if the thought of Ton biting me is what gets me off," he muttered to himself.  He shook his head and leaned over to grab the shampoo from where it rested on the corner of the tub.  Quickly shampooing and conditioning his hair, he rinsed and finally stood and turned off the water.  Squeezing the excess water out of his hair, he was unaware of his mate, a huge grin of satisfaction and pride on his face, wiping the traces of his own orgasm off of his hand and slowly walking back to their bed, unnoticed.

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     Tommy looked at himself in the mirror and smiled.  He may not be able to pull off cowboy, but he could pull off dragboy to perfection.  He walked out of the bathroom and smiled at Ton who sat on the edge of the bed pulling on his boots. Tilting out one hip, Tommy put his hands on his hips and tilted his head to the side, his brand new red Stetson pulled low over one eye, his jeans molded perfectly to his thin frame, his red and brown checkered shirt tied above his belly button, brown boots with a small heel encased his feet and he'd found the greatest belt buckle to put to complete his ensemble...one of a wolf howling at the moon.  He watched as Ton's eyes took in all of this, cataloging how his hair had been pulled back into a low ponytail, his eyes had been lined with a thin brown line, his lashes buffed with mascara and his lips shone with red lipstick.  He'd decided to not put on his bra so his shirt clung to his thin frame and he hadn't tucked so his bulge was displayed prominently.  He knew that he looked good but he was glad when Ton confirmed it, his voice a sexy growl.
     "Goddammit baby.  You're the sexiest fucking cowboy I've ever seen."  Tommy watched as Ton's face roved his body again and felt his cock beginning to stir.
     "Thank you," he whispered.  He swallowed thickly as Ton stood up and prowled towards him.  They were supposed to be meeting Vet and Richard outside by the corrals in five minutes so that Tommy could choose a horse that he could ride, but all thoughts of their previous obligations flew out of his mind as he looked into his mate's hungry gaze.  He wanted Ton to ravish him.  He wanted the big man to rip the clothes from his body and fuck him on the floor until he passed out, just like the night before.
     His breath rasped out of his chest harshly, his eyes becoming heavy lidded as Ton knelt before him.  He looked down at the other man and groaned at the sight there.  Tommy was a dedicated bottom and he knew that when it came to the bedroom he was happily submissive to his larger, more dominant mate, but looking down at his mate, watching as this bigger man, this more powerful man knelt before him, offering him pleasure, made him harder than he'd ever been before.
     Ton unbuckled his belt, unfastened his jeans and had him unzipped and his aching cock pulled out before he could draw his next breath.  He felt his limbs shake as Ton took him in hand and began to lick at the head of his erection as if he were licking a dripping ice cream cone.  Tommy snorted mentally, well his cock was dripping like one, so he guessed the analogy was correct.  His attention focused and his brain melted the moment he felt Ton's lips close over his swollen cock.  He groaned and dropped his hands to Ton's shoulders, gripping them tightly as he felt the wet heat of his mate's mouth surround him.  He felt one of Ton's hands reach around his hip and drift down to his clenching hole while the other hand moved down to grab his balls.  He felt Ton rolling his balls around in his hand at the exact moment that he pierced his clenching hole with one of his thick fingers.  Without thought he thrust into his mate's mouth, feeling the head of his cock slide into the man's throat.
     Twin groans echoed throughout the room and he looked down and saw Ton looking back up at him.  When he saw the small nod and the wink from the bigger man he knew that he'd been given permission to thrust.  So without thought, he began thrusting into Ton's mouth and then back on the two...no the three fingers that were fucking his hole, he felt Ton pull down lightly on his balls before squeezing them in his firm grasp and grunted as he began to fuck his mate's mouth faster.  Ton took it all and Tommy knew that he'd have to ask the man about his non-existent gag reflex.  It was amazing.
     Tommy felt his balls draw up close to his body and he knew that he was about to blow his load.  "A-A-Ant," he panted as his hand moved to the back of the other man's head and he thrust deeper into Ton's throat and further back onto his fingers.  He saw Ton nod and with a delighted cry he shot stream after stream of his seed down the man's throat.  He felt Ton move his head back some to collect the rest of his come in his mouth and once he'd grown soft in the other man's mouth, Tommy felt Ton pull away and hurriedly unbuckle his pants and pull down his boxers until his own cock and balls were free.  Tommy anticipated the moment that Ton shot his load all over him, so he watched in fascination when Ton let the remainder of Tommy's come and his own saliva dribble out of his mouth and onto his own leaking cock.
     He squealed when he felt Ton grab his legs and quickly divest him of his left boot before pulling his left leg free of his jeans.  Ton lifted Tommy's left leg in the air and leaning over placed his cock at the smaller man's tight entrance.  Tommy watched in fascinated anticipation as he felt his mate push into his body.  He felt as the the ridge at the head of Ton's cock grazed his prostate and he groaned as his cock began to stir again.  Ton pulled back out slowly and Tommy groaned again.  Out was so good...so good.  He moaned as Ton pushed back into him and heard as the other man whispered his name.  Ton began thrusting into him, slow and deep, his strokes measured and Tommy moaned as he felt every stroke deep within him, so deep that it felt as if they were touching his heart.  It wasn't long before Ton had put both of Tommy's legs over his shoulders and Tommy yelled as he felt the man move even deeper within him.
     This was how he was going to die.  His mate was going to fuck him to death.  He thrashed on the floor, his head moving from side to side, his hands clutching the carpet, Ton's shoulders, stroking his dick, pulling on his balls, a stream of broken words and profanity vetting forth from his lips.  He could tell that Ton was close as well, the bigger man's rhythm growing frantic and uncoordinated.  A few strokes later, Tommy felt his back arch and his head went back as he screamed out his cowboy's name.  Distantly he heard Ton's voice join his before he collapsed back onto the floor, Ton falling forward on top of him.  Tommy knew that he should feel squished, but he felt safe and comforted...loved.
     That feeling disappeared quickly, however, when he heard clapping and looked up to their bedroom doorway where Richard and Vet stood clapping, wide grins on their faces.
     "Now I see why you both watched us.  That was hot!" Richard said with a grin and Tommy merely groaned in embarrassment.