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The kiss begins as a soft press of lips, but the moment Jess tilts his head slightly and lets out the smallest sigh, something inside Tanner snaps, utterly and completely.
It's like that sound, so subtle yet soaked with surrender, was the permission he'd been holding back for years.
Years of watching. Years of wanting. Years of loving from a distance. And now Jess is right here. Warm. Real. Willing. Under him.
Tanner's hands rise to cradle Jess's jaw with trembling reverence, thumbs brushing over cheekbones like he's scared this will vanish if he presses too hard.
But the moment Jess leans into the touch, Tanner deepens the kiss. No hesitation. His mouth claims, explores, devours. Tongues meet, hunger ignites.
Jess is breathless, lips parted, letting Tanner in, letting him take, and take, and take.
The weight of everything unspoken, all the confusion and confessions and aching nights, spills out in that kiss.
There's nothing gentle about it now. Tanner pushes forward until Jess is completely beneath him on the bed, lips red and swollen, dress bunched high around his thighs.
Tanner looks down.
And stops breathing.
The way the chandeliers cuts across Jess's skin. The way that silky fabric clings to every curve and falls away from the thighs he's dreamt about for what feels like forever.
The soft, delicate line of his neck. The fluttering rise and fall of his chest. The flush that creeps along his collarbone. Everything about him is a weapon and a prayer wrapped in silk and skin.
"Jess…" Tanner whispers, voice rough with disbelief, need, and wonder. His fingers graze the exposed skin just above Jess's knee. "You don't know how many times I've imagined this."
Jess's chest rises sharply, but he says nothing, only reaches up and undoes the ribbon at his shoulder. The dress slips further, exposing more skin, more heat, more temptation.
Tanner groans. Not from frustration, but from restraint.
Years. Years of keeping his hands to himself. Those two Years of watching Jess smile at others, hold back from him. Years of swallowing every look, every urge, every fantasy. And now, he's unraveling. Fast.
He leans in, teeth grazing Jess's throat, lips trailing down. The taste of skin drives him mad.
His hand runs up along Jess's thigh, slow and trembling, until it reaches the hem of the dress. He bunches it higher, dragging it up Jess's hips until it's useless around his waist.
"Tell me to stop," Tanner says against his skin.
Jess doesn't. Instead, he arches into him.
That's all he needs.
Tanner's mouth trails lower, tracing every inch of Jess's skin with almost painful slowness, as if he needs to memorize it with his lips.
The urge is burning, but he doesn't want to be overwhelming.
His hands are no longer trembling, they're possessive now. Confident. Desperate. One slips behind Jess's back, lifting him gently, while the other drags the dress completely off, leaving Jess bare and breathtaking beneath him.
Jess gasps when Tanner pulls back just enough to take him in, his chest heaving, hair messy, lips red and bitten, skin flushed from head to toe. It's a vision Tanner knows will haunt him forever.
"You're mine, you've always been, and you will always be." he whispers, not a question, not a plea, just a truth spoken from the pit of his soul.
Jess's eyes locked on Tanner's, lets the moment crackle between them like fire licking across dry wood.
And then, Tanner finally touches him like he's always wanted to. No hesitation now. Every brush of skin against skin is deliberate, building tension like a storm about to break.
Tanner's hand slides between Jess's thighs, finding heat, already slick, ready, waiting for him.
Jess gasps again, thighs parting instinctively, as if his body already knows what it wants.
When Jess left his apartment, he hadn't known things would end up like this. But out of habit, almost ritual by now, he had cleaned himself thoroughly, inside and out. It had become routine, something he did without thinking too hard about it.
He had never really seen the point. Not until now.
Tanner moves his hands slowly, deliberately, taking his time as he prepares Jess.
His fingers are gentle at first, easing into the process with care, testing the warmth and stretch of his body. He isn't rushed.
Every touch, every movement is about ensuring Jess is ready, comfortable, but also making sure he's completely open to what's coming.
Tanner's patience is almost reverential, like he's savoring every moment, every inch of Jess's body, realizing how new this all feels for him.
As Tanner deepens the movement, he tests Jess's limits, pushing a little further, checking for signs that Jess is ready to take more.
Jess arches under him, his breath hitching, fingers gripping Tanner's shoulders tightly, his body a mix of desire and tension.
"I want to belong to you… so please let's fight together through what's yet to come." Jess breathes, almost without realizing it, his voice filled with longing. "I want you..."
That breaks Tanner.
He pulls away just long enough to strip himself bare, no grace, no performance, just raw urgency.
When his body finally presses against Jess's again, skin to skin, heat to heat, it's everything he's been starving for.
And then, with one slow, claiming thrust, Tanner sinks into Jess, completely, deeply, like a man falling into home.
Tanner stills inside him, his body trembling with the force of restraint, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps.
Every inch of him feels like it's burning, every part of him aching with a hunger he's lived with for years.
His voice is thick, raw, nearly breaking as he speaks, the words a confession more than a statement.
"You feel... you feel... like everything I've ever needed In my entire life."
The weight of the words lingers in the air, and Tanner's entire being aches with the truth of them.
It's not just desire. It's a lifetime of wanting, of being apart, now crashing into the present.
Every breath he takes feels like a victory, every heartbeat a reminder of the distance between them that's been closed in this one moment.
Jess's back arches as Tanner moves inside him, the sensation overwhelming. His hands claw at Tanner's back, fingers digging in, grasping for something to hold on to as his body reacts instinctively to the deep, consuming pull between them.
For Tanner, this is everything. This is the culmination of years of waiting, of longing, of holding back.
And now, as he's inside Jess, it feels like the world is shifting, like nothing has ever mattered more than this moment, than finally being where he's always belonged.
Jess wraps his legs around Tanner's waist, pulling him closer, deeper.
Tanner grips Jess's hips, his neck, his thighs, holding him in place like he's afraid Jess might vanish.
The room fills with sound, moans, gasps, skin against skin. The rhythm is relentless, heated, a dance of need and surrender.
Tanner watches Jess's face as he moves, watches how every thrust makes his mouth fall open, how his lashes flutter, how his wolf stirs under his skin, glowing faintly at the edges.
The rhythm no longer measured but wild, desperate, like instinct has taken over. His hands are everywhere, gripping Jess's hips, caressing his spine, holding him like he's something sacred and fleeting.
Jess moans beneath him, open and pliant, every nerve ending alight. Their bodies move in sync, years of want pouring out in every breathless sound, every grind of skin against skin.
Unconsciously, Tanner lowers his head, burying his face into the crook of Jess's neck. His breath turns ragged, near feral, and something in him breaks, snaps.
He sinks his teeth into Jess's skin just as he drives in deep, the heat of the moment crashing over him in a violent wave.
The mark blooms instantly, sealing their bond, blood and scent mingling in the air. Jess cries out, his body convulsing around him, pleasure spilling over.
Tanner's release builds fast, too fast, but he doesn't stop. When it finally hits him, it hits like a wave crashing through his spine.
He spills inside Jess with a low, guttural groan, the sound pulled from the deepest part of him.
His body shudders violently, overwhelmed, undone by the sheer force of release after years of aching need.
And Jess follows, immediately after. His whole body trembles beneath Tanner's, consumed by the intensity of it all.
It's not just the physical sensation, it's Tanner's voice, Tanner's weight, Tanner inside him. The man he thought hated this.
Turns out he's loved him all along.
Tanner stays there, buried deep, holding Jess tightly, breathing hard against his neck. His seed warm and full inside Jess. Nothing spilling. Nothing lost.
They lie there for a while, tangled, breathless, skin slick and sticky, hearts still racing.
Marked. Claimed. Filled.