Bottom At Heart

Heart woke slowly, feeling warmer and more comfortable than he ever had before. He shifted a little, and realized he was on the softest bed, under the warmest blankets, with a strong warm body pressed next to him. Heart lifted his head from the pillow, looking down. Clar was almost completely wrapped around him. They were both still naked from their adventure in Clar’s shower. Heart smiled softly at that. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against Clar’s forehead.

He turned his head, looking at the clock on the nightstand. It was barely 2 am. He reached for his phone, clicking it open. Several missed calls from Floris.

Heart instantly hit the redial button, shifting a little, not wanting to wake Clar, but hating the idea of leaving this soul-soothing warmth. He waited as the phone rang, knowing that Floris wouldn’t have slept.

The call connected at the second ring. “Heart? Where are you? Are you okay? Do you need me to come get you?”

Heart smiled, glancing at Clar again. “I’m at Clar’s house. I’m okay. Floris. I told him.”

Heart held his breath as Floris went silent. “You told him? What did he think?” Floris said finally.

Heart smiled a little. “He loves me, Floris,” he said softly.

“Anyone with eyes can see that, Heart. I’m happy for you. You’re safe? You’re okay?” Floris asked, his voice soft and gentle. Heart could hear the undertone of pain in his voice, and his heart ached.

“I’m okay, love. I’m really okay.” Heart felt Clar stir next to him. “I’ll call you in the morning. Get some sleep. You know I love you.”

“As I love you, Heart. Sleep well. I’m glad you called, and that you felt you could tell him. I want you to be happy, Heart.”

Heart reached a hand up, swiping at the tear that dripped down his face. “I think I really am happy, Floris. And I want you to find your happiness too. You’ve taken such good care of me. But I have Clar now.”

“I’ll always take care of you, Heart.”

Heart sighed. “I know, but, Floris, you need to spend more time thinking about what you want.”

Floris was silent for a long moment. “You know what I wanted, Heart,” he said softly, and Heart bit his lip.

“We’ll talk more later. It’s late. Sleep, Floris. Good night.” He said softly.

“Night, Heart.”

Heart cut the call, pressing the phone to his lips. Floris had been looking after him for nearly thirteen years. Half the time Heart had felt guilty because it felt like he was robbing Floris of the chance to find his happiness.

He felt a kiss on his shoulder, arms going around his waist. “That Floris?” Clar asked, his voice raspy with sleep.

Heart looked down at his lover, smiling down sweetly. “Yeah. I told him that I’m okay. Did I wake you?” Heart asked, shifting so he could caress Clar’s face.

“Yes, but I don’t mind.” Clar pressed a series of kisses along Heart’s shoulders, and Heart closed his eyes in pleasure. He felt Clar gently shift over him, felt the covers being pushed off as Clar kissed his way slowly down Heart’s spine.

“How are you feeling?” Heart asked, tipping his head back, loving the warm heat of Clar’s mouth on his skin. Clar’s hands had moved to grip his arms just above the elbows as Heart propped himself up.

Clar moved a hand, smoothing it down the curve in Heart’s spine. “Good. Sore,” he admitted, and Heart laughed softly. “But no, I feel good. How are you?”

Heart parted his legs a little, his Slick oozing down his legs. “Take a guess,” he teased, glancing at Clar’s bright eyes and fascinated expression. He flicked his gaze up to Heart, his question in his eyes. Heart propped his chin on his hand, looking at Clar over his shoulder. “You can, if you want.” He murmured.

Clar smiled wickedly at Heart, before bending down to press kisses to the curve of Heart’s spine. He kissed his way down, licking, biting, making Heart moan, Slick coming easily and quickly.

He felt Clar’s fingers on his thighs, the warm rough fingertips rubbing against the wetness on his skin. He gasped, biting his lip, as he felt the warm wet heat of Clar’s tongue on his thigh.

“God, you taste good,” he heard Clar breathe. He was about to reply when all words flew out of his brain at the first, long, wet, hot drag of Clar against him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Clar!” He panted. He dropped his head to the pillow, his fists clenching in the sheet.

After the first initial lick, Clar really settled in, kissing, licking, tasting Heart. Heart had never heard anything as obscenely sexy as Clar trying his very best to drink the Slick right out of his body. A molten heat started building up in the pit of his stomach, and he started rutting against the sheets, desperate for friction against his dick, which was leaking. Clar noticed this, and Heart nearly sobbed as Clar decided to economize his position by flipping Heart onto his back and rubbing his tongue along Heart’s tip. It was the first time that Clar had taken Heart into his mouth, and good God. Heart felt himself go boneless in pleasure as Clar alternated drinking Slick and precum in a rhythm that drove him half out of his mind.

Suddenly, he felt Clar move away, and felt Clar’s rough, warm hands wrap around his ankles. He opened his eyes, and watched as Clar coaxed them into sitting facing each other. Heart’s legs were draped over Clar’s knees, opening his body completely to Clar’s gaze in a hedonistic sprawl.

Heart supported himself on his palms, watching Clar looking down at him with hooded eyes. Clar was lazily stroking Heart, making him bite his lip against a moan. He was very curious where Clar was going with this. Suddenly, Clar flashed him a look that was pure sex, and dipped his fingers into Heart. Heart couldn’t stop the gasp and moan that fell from his lips. No one else had ever entered him. The strange stretching and filling feeling was both foreign and intoxicating.

As soon as it had happened, it was over, and Clar withdrew his fingers, now liberally coated with Slick. Heart watched, eyes going wide, as Clar slowly, tantalizingly, slid his fingers coated with Heart’s Slick into his own body. Moans hummed in Clar’s throat as Heart watched him prepare himself. Heart couldn’t breathe as he watched, fascinated, as Clar’s long fingers stroked and scissored and stretched himself out for Heart. The room was a heady mix of raging Alpha arousal and Slick, a combination he’d never truly experienced.

As Clar slipped a third finger inside himself, Heart reached out a hand, stilling his wrist, a needy whimper spilling over his lips. He was half a second from begging Clar to take him, something he was no where near ready for. Instead, he gave Clar a smoldering look, and carefully shifted forwards until his cock was brushing gently against Clar’s entrance, their legs still sprawling and entangled. He’d never entered anyone like this, usually taking them hard and fast from behind. But Clar knew his secret, and loved Heart anyway. Wanted Heart anyway.

He wrapped one arm around Clar’s neck, using his other hand to hold his shaft in place as he gave gentle, teasing thrusts against Clar’s warmth. Clar moaned, his arms coming up, wrapping around Heart, his nails digging deliciously into Heart’s skin.

Heart leaned in for a kiss, shifting even closer. He moaned into Clar’s mouth as he pushed into him, using his legs to wrap around Clar’s waist and anchoring them together. This position was not intended for a fast, rapid fuck. Heart could hardly do more than shallowly thrust into him. What it was good for, though, was making sure that Clar and Heart were connected in every possible way. Clar sucked on his lips and tongue and throat, breathing harshly as Heart continued his slow, steady drag. The sensation was almost frustrating: it was both enough and inadequate at once, and was making the heat build almost too slowly.

After several moments like this, Clar growled, the most purely Alpha sound Heart had ever heard, and rolled them, with Heart on top. Heart instantly shifted his hips, and pressed so deeply into Clar that both of them had to freeze so not to immediately orgasm at the intensity of the movement. But Heart didn’t stay still for long. He wanted Clar in this position. He wanted to feel Clar’s lips on his as he pounded into Clar’s warmth. He wanted this experience with his lover.

Heart captured Clar’s lips in a kiss that was almost violent, and snapped his hips forward, before drawing back almost all the way out, before full seating himself again. He hadn’t been as thorough before because of fear of his Slick being discovered. But now, with the stuff dripping down his legs along with sweat, the sweet scent cutting through Clar’s thick arousal, he chased after pleasure with single-minded intent.

It didn’t take long for Clar to arch back, his grip on Heart’s waist so tight that it would leave bruises. The spasm of Clar’s channel around him pulled Heart’s own orgasm from him, making his entire body shudder at the force of it.

It took a very long time for them to come down from their high. When Heart was finally aware of his surroundings again, he was collapsed on top of Clar, who was stroking his spine, a little blissed out smile on his lips. Heart shifted, kissing Clar gently, sucking on his lips, savoring his taste.

“I never got to do this before. Cuddle with a lover,” Heart whispered against his lips.

Clar looked at him, his eyes turning to their soul melting brown. “Because of your Slick?” He asked, his fingers dipping into the cleft of Heart’s ass, stroking his pucker, making Heart’s very spent dick throb with interest.

Heart nodded, pressing a kiss to Clar’s throat. “While I’m not usually the waterfall you make me, after orgasm, it’s very clear that there’s more in my pants than cum. And I always had to have sex with them from behind. I never got to kiss and fuck before.”

Clar’s lips twisted a little, before smoothing into a smile. His fingers were doing some very interesting things and somehow Heart’s cock was finding it’s second wind. “Either way, I’m glad I got to share this with you.” Clar said, his free hand that wasn’t lazily running circles around Heart’s ass cupped his chin, tugging him in for a sweet kiss. The sweetness of the kiss mixed with the gentle coaxing of Slick nearly made Heart come just from the contrasting sensations.

He smiled against Clar’s lips. “Should I take this to mean that you’re interested in round two?” He asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

Clar slipping his finger inside of Heart was all the answer he needed before he slid down Clar’s body and back inside the warm heat that was now deliciously wet from Heart’s cum that was leaking out of Clar. He laughed a little, biting Clar’s ear lobe. “Now we’re both leaking,” he joked.

Clar laughed, dipping down to bite Heart’s collarbone as he tilted his hips up, his fingers still stroking inside of Heart, making Heart arch his back in a fierce moan as he rocked deep into Clar.

Much later, as he lay cuddled to Clar’s chest, he watched the digital clock click over minute by minute. He curled his fingers around Clar’s arm, his lips curving in a smile. He reached up, rubbing his Scent Gland, careful of Clar, who seemed to like to sleep with his face as close to his Scent Gland as possible. The skin tingled under his touch.

If he had had any doubt before, after tonight, there was no doubt in his mind. Clar was his Mate. He had to be. No one other than his Mate would ever be able to inspire in Heart the desire to be claimed and filled. The urge to let other men fuck him had been nonexistent prior to Clar, Alpha pheromones be damned. But with Clar, even the finger inside him was both a novelty and a familiarity. It had felt good. Great, in fact.

Cuddled up to his lover, his Mate, Heart smiled. He was safe.