In this scene from Wulf - Tales of the Chosen, Luc has brought Wulf with him on a flight between two planets.
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Luc introduced Wulf to the captain, ordered dinner for the two of them, and then took Wulf to his private stateroom. It held a desk with a built-in bench seat and an oversized bed with a pull down mesh covering that protected sleepers during low gravity.
Finally alone with the man he'd craved all day, Luc shut and locked the door, and leaned against it.
Wulf ambled around, trailing his fingers across the built-in dresser. Dressed in conservative business clothes, he fit in the room as if he'd been born to be there. He sat on the end of the bed and gazed back at Luc with an appealing mix of shyness and come-hither seduction.
Luc shrugged out of his jacket. "Is the room cool enough for you?"
"Mmm hmm."
"Good." He started opening his shirt. "We'll begin with a shower."
Wulf blushed, as Luc expected he would.
"Time for you to tell me all about that fantasy you confessed to having."
He cleared his throat. "Nothing much to tell."
Luc chuckled. "Oh no. You're not getting out of it. I want every delicious detail."
Wulf crossed to him, and rested both hands on his chest. "We can do what you want first."
"Absolutely not." Bracing his feet wider apart, he drew Wulf between them and up against his body. "I want to hear what turns you on." He unfastened the top button of Wulf's white shirt. "I'm going to do everything to you that you dreamed about."
A small sound of pleasure left Wulf's mouth as he leaned up and kissed him. Luc drew him close, sliding down the planes of Wulf's firm body to his hard ass. He lifted his hands and held Wulf's face between them as he took his mouth in a drugging kiss. Lips still connected, he traded places with him and pushed Wulf up against the door.
Luc licked Wulf's mouth, sweeping his tongue inside to taste every part. He ripped open his lover's shirt, shoved it back off his shoulders and down his arms.
Wulf let it fall to the floor and reached over his head and pulled off the T-shirt.
"Don't move, Wulf. Let me look at you." All that tawny bared skin, his chest rising and falling... "You are luscious. Masculine. I love that about you." Luc ran his hands across Wulf's chest. His skin felt cool, the texture perfect, his muscles hard. "I never visualized you as smooth. In most of your modeling shots, you're not."
Wulf lifted his whiskey-colored gaze. "I shaved it the other night when I got drunk." He gave a half-hearted laugh. "I have no idea what possessed me to do such a thing."
"I'm glad you did. I like you this way. Keep it, love." He bent and ran his tongue across one brown nipple, smiling when Wulf shivered and tossed back his head. "You like that. Good. So do I." He swirled his tongue across it again.
