Holy hell. The sensation of Mason's hot release filling him triggered another shock wave of pleasure that had Toby seeing white. His thighs quivered uncontrollably, completely spent. "Jesus christ," Toby panted, collapsing against Mason's chest. "Jesus—Fuck."
Mason's laugh was low and satisfied as he wrapped strong arms around Toby's trembling form. "So eloquent," he murmured, pressing his lips to Toby's temple.
"Can't form... proper sentences... after that," Toby mumbled against Mason's neck. His heart was still racing like he'd run a marathon, and he could feel an answering pulse where they remained joined.
Mason's hands, which had left bruises minutes earlier, now traced gentle patterns along Toby's spine. The duality of him never failed to amaze Toby—how those powerful hands could destroy or cherish with equal devotion.
"You're perfect," Mason whispered into his hair. "So perfect for me."
Toby closed his eyes, breathing in Mason's scent—designer cologne layered over something wild and untamable. "Says the actual physical embodiment of perfection," he retorted, but snuggled closer, secretly thrilled by the praise.
Outside their little bubble, streetlights flickered by, casting shadows across their intertwined bodies. Toby knew they should probably clean up, put themselves back together before they reached the restaurant. But not yet. Just a few more moments in this perfect space where nothing existed but the two of them.
"Think the driver deserves a massive tip," Toby murmured, a slightly hysterical laugh bubbling up as reality began creeping back in. "Hazard pay for werewolf sex transportation services."
Mason's chest rumbled with suppressed laughter. "Worth every penny," he said, tilting Toby's chin up for a kiss that was surprisingly tender after the frenzy of before.
Toby's mind drifted as he lay in Mason's arms, his body sated and his heart full. He thought back to the shy, insecure boy he'd been just a short time ago, the one who'd hidden his desires behind a screen, too afraid to reach for what he truly wanted.
That boy seemed like a stranger now, a distant memory of a life that no longer fit.
Everyone had always told him to get over being bullied.
No-one had ever told him thatthiswas one way to do it.
