Drake jerked from his grip, his eyes snapping open. He glanced around the room in confusion for several seconds before his focus returned to him. "Ailean? What are you doing here?"
Ailean smiled at his confused mate. "Declan told me that you and your brother were coming here for safety. I wanted to make sure you were okay, so after my shift ended, I came here."
He stretched out on the bed and propped his head on his hand, pleased when Drake didn't put any additional space between them. Now how to explain to a human? "I like you, Drake. Your well-being is important to me. I want to get to know you better."
"In the middle of the night?" he asked, cocking his head in confusion.
Chuckling, Ailean eased his free hand up to Drake's face and cupped his jaw. "Well, I knew you wouldn't be available for lunch tomorrow, so I figured I'd just sleep here and see you in the morning." He leaned forward, noting the hitch in his mate's breathing as he slowly closed the distance between them. "Waking up in the middle of the night was just a bonus," he whispered against Drake's lips before brushing them gently with his own.
Drake let out a soft whimper that heated Ailean's blood. The scent of his mate's arousal spiked, and Ailean's dick became so hard so fast he groaned. He licked the seam of his mate's mouth, begging for entry. Drake granted it, opening for him. Plunging his tongue inside, he tasted mint toothpaste and the heady essence of Drake.
Using his hand to tilt Drake's head, he deepened the kiss, licking, nipping, and sucking, unable to get enough of his mate's taste. Ailean shifted closer, settling Drake back into the pillows and half sprawled over the smaller man. He inserted a knee in between Drake's legs and pressed his thigh against his mate's straining erection.
Drake bucked against him. Ailean caught the strangled cry erupting from his mate's throat as he stiffened, then began to tremble. Wet heat spread against Ailean's thigh and the salty scent of seed filled his senses. Shock rocked him as he realized his mate had just come.
Ailean eased the kiss to an end and lifted his head to stare down at his flushed, trembling mate. The blitzed out expression on Drake's face was truly the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. Suddenly, as if realizing what he'd just done, Drake gasped, clamped his eyes shut and turned his head away.
He tightened his grip on Drake's neck, forcing him to turn back to face him, but his mate kept his eyes tightly squeezed shut. "Hey, now," he murmured, placing a gentle kiss on each of Drake's eyes. He tasted the salty wetness of tears and worry slammed into him. How could he have missed it? He'd bet his home, his one and only sanctuary, that his mate wasn't just inexperienced, he must have no experience whatsoever. He kissed Drake's lips. "Look at me, little mate," he ordered softly. "There's no need to be embarrassed."
"I'm so sorry," Drake groaned out. "I didn't mean to come like that. It just felt so good. I've never..."
And there was his confirmation, and damn, if that just didn't set Ailean's blood on fire. He'd be his mate's first and only. "Shush, Drake," he whispered. "I love that you respond like that to my touch," he admitted.
That finally got Drake to open his eyes and stare hesitantly up at him. "You do?"
He grinned down at him. "Hell, yeah, baby. You're the sexiest fucking man I've ever seen."
Disbelief flashed over his mate's features and he frowned. "No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are," Ailean countered. When he saw Drake open his mouth, he frowned. "Don't argue, little mate. I say you are, so you are." Before the man could come up with a reply, Ailean continued. "Now, let's get you out of these pants. I know from experience that dried cum is anything but comfortable."
A fresh tint of red colored his mate's cheeks and neck, and Ailean knew that it wasn't from pleasure this time. Ailean grinned. His little mate really was too adorable. Before Drake could offer a protest, Ailean whipped his shirt over his head and then slithered down the bed and worked his mate's pants down his hips and legs, tossing the pants onto the floor.
He took in the white cream clumping the black pubic hair and Drake's semi-erect cock lying on his stomach, also glistening with the evidence of his release. Drake's hands moved to cover himself, but Ailean grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed on either side of his hips. "Oh, no, little mate. None of that with me."
Settling between his mate's legs, he swiped his tongue along Drake's shaft, collecting as much semen as possible. He hummed in appreciation at the salty taste and got to work cleaning up his mate, enjoying the man's gasps and groans. By the time Ailean had finished, his mate's cock once again stood at attention. Grinning at his mate's fantastic recovery time, he quickly shimmied out of his own clothes and crawled up Drake's body. He settled his straining erection against his human's, sliding easily against each other through his saliva.
Resting on his elbows, he looked down into Drake's dazed expression. "So sexy," he murmured, thrusting his hips, grinding them together.
Drake moaned and bucked against him, creating wonderful friction that sent tingles of pleasure spreading from Ailean's dick, up his spine and down his legs.
"Never felt anything like this," Drake whispered.
"It only gets better," Ailean promised.