Gregoris finally moved. His hand came up, fingers wrapping around the base of Rafael's cock. The touch was firm, the strength accentuated by the calluses formed in training and war.
Rafael's eyes slammed shut, a ragged moan tearing from his throat. He was fully hard, flushed, and leaking, and Gregoris just held him for a moment, stroking his thumb over the slick head, spreading the wetness.
Then he bent his head.
The first touch of his tongue was a flat, hot stripe from root to tip.
Rafael jolted, his back arching off the bed. "Fuck."
Gregoris didn't take him in deep, like Rafael expected. The alpha took his sweet time. Licked around the head, explored the slit, and lapped up every drop of pre-cum with a hum of pleasure that vibrated through Rafael's entire body.
"So sweet," Gregoris muttered against him, his breath a searing gust. "Even here. Perfect."
He opened his mouth wider, took the head in, and sucked.
