^ More pictures of Ryland because he's literal PERFECTION

"I'm going home, back to the place where I belong, and where your love has always been enough for me."
~Daughtry, 'Home'

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*Landon's POV*

"Ngh, fuck!" Ryland cries out as he bounces in my lap.

I tightly fist my hair, obeying Ryland's rule that I'm not allowed to touch him until he says so. This is the first time we've been able to be alone since coming home from our trip, and it didn't take long before our clothes were ripped to shreds on my bedroom floor.

My beautiful mate is pure art; a masterpiece sculpted by our goddess. Ryland's dark hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat as he throws his head backwards whenever the pleasure becomes too much. He bites down on his plump bottom lip, making me groan with the need to kiss him until he drops.

The silky depths of his channel suck my cock in, and it takes every bit of self-restraint to not cum right away. Ryland grips the headboard for support, further denying me any contact while he refuses to hold onto me. He's testing me, seeing how far he can push me before I lose my mind.

"Honeybee, please," I plead in desperation. "Let me touch you."

"N-Not yet," Ryland stammers. My eyes catch a bead of sweat dripping from his neck and catching on his nipple, making me groan loudly. I want to hold him so badly that it hurts.

Growling, I dig my heels into the mattress and thrust upwards. Ryland gasps, faltering with his grip and pressing his hands against my chest.

"Landon!" He cries loudly, and I keep thrusting harshly into him. "Oh godd— yes!"

Swiveling my hips, I slam directly into his prostate. Ryland screams as his nails dig into my skin. I hiss and thrust again, only this time narrowly grazing his bundle of nerves.

"Do that again," Ryland begs as I continue to tease him by purposefully missing his sweet spot.

"Let me touch you," I growl. Ryland shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Y-You were in control the last two rounds, it's my turn," he whines, but I can tell his resolve is weakening. I slam into his prostate once to remind him of the pleasure, only to purposefully avoid it on the next thrust. Tears of frustration build up in his eyes as he's denied the release he's chasing.

"Baby, fuck, let me touch you," I repeat, growing more desperate. He looks so beautiful on top of me; sweat glistening on his skin and tears shining in his eyes.

"Not until you cum," Ryland decides, clenching his walls around me. "Cum, and I'll let you touch me."

Ryland sucks his fingers into his mouth before bringing the wet digits down to my chest. He pinches my nipples, causing my toes to curl as sparks shoot through me.

"You look good like this," Ryland remarks breathlessly with a smirk. "Laying beneath me, taking orders. So fucking sexy."

The lewdness of his words makes my cock leak inside of him. Goddess, where the hell did he learn to talk like that?

"What? Nothing to say?" He teases with a chuckle. He swivels his hips whenever he lowers himself, and the effect it has is mind-blowing. Watching him fuck himself on my cock has to be the sexiest thing in the world, and no one can change my mind.

Eyes of dark honey pierce into my soul, capturing every ounce of my attention. His body fits with mine so well. Fuck, I love him so much.

With that last thought, my body spasms as I slam into my release, shooting my cum inside of him. My brain momentarily goes blank and all I see are stars. Ryland keeps bouncing in my lap as I ride out my high.

"Now!" Ryland shouts, and I quickly flip us over. I hungrily devour his lips, sweeping my tongue into his mouth. Ryland moans, fisting my hair in a way that creates a delicious sting. Our limbs tangle together so I drink in my fill of him; my hands roaming over every place I wanted to touch earlier.

My fingertips brush over his ass, and I freeze when I feel my seed leaking out of him. My eyes flash brighter as I growl, ripping away from him and pushing his knees up to his chest.

"Keep your legs up," I order, and Ryland obeys with a whimper as he's exposed to me. I cup my hands over his round cheeks, spreading his ass as I lick my lips. White cum drips from his puffy hole, and an animalistic snarl tears from my throat. Without warning, I run my tongue over his hole, and Ryland's back bows as he mewls lewdly.

"F-Fuck! Babe, yes!" Ryland cries as I circle his rim with my hot muscle. I continue to lap at his hole, soaking in every moan and cry he releases. By the time I push my tongue inside of him, Ryland's body is shaking violently.

I fuck him with my tongue, reaching up to grasp his cock. His shaft is slick with the precum that's been dripping out from his excitement. I pump him steadily as I flick my tongue against his silky walls.

"I'm cumming!!" Ryland screams right before his release shoots from his cock, covering my hand. I continue to attack his hole until he's sobbing from oversensitivity and begging for me to stop.

Pulling back, I bring my coated hand to my lips and lick away my mate's cum. Ryland watches me with heavy-lidded eyes; his hair sticking in every direction and his buttery skin flushed.

"I love you," Ryland breathes out, reaching out to me with limbs that are still shaking.

"I love you too," I promise, lifting him into my arms and capturing his lips in a lazy kiss. He runs his fingers through my messy hair before lightly scraping his nails down my back. I groan into his mouth, feeling my cock already twitching back to life.

"Round four?" Ryland purrs. I growl playfully, making him giggle. I'm about to maul him again when a pounding on my bedroom door makes me jump.

"Jesus fuck, enough already!" Lucca shouts from outside my room. "I've been blasting music in my headphones and it's still not enough! Just go to sleep! Fucking animals."

Lucca growls some other phrases under his breath as he storms away, slamming his bedroom door shut. Ryland and I slowly turn to face each other before bursting out into laughter.

"Come on, let's give him a break," I chuckle, pulling Ryland down onto the bed with me. "Do you want to shower first?"

Ryland hums. "In a bit. I want to lie here with you for a while."

Smiling, I kiss his temple and pull him close. He snuggles into my side, burying his face in the crook of my neck. Our bond pulses with happiness as we lie together, legs tangling beneath the covers. Ryland's breath fans against my heated skin, causing goosebumps to arise.

"Should've gotten more use out of that cabin, when we couldn't be interrupted," I comment, trailing my fingertips over my mate's bare back.

"Mmm, that was a good week," Ryland murmurs sleepily. "Getting to hold you all night, not having to decide whose bed to sleep in. I liked that. Having you all to myself."

"I liked that too," I say, kissing the top of his head. "We should do that more often."

Ryland's eyes pop open, and he props himself up on his elbow to look at me. "Well... why don't we?"

"Why don't we what?"

"We've already mated," Ryland points out with a grin. "Why don't you... move in? Join our pack?"

My eyes widen. "Seriously?"

"Yes! Why not? Mates usually live together anyway, and you told me you don't want to be a rogue anymore."

He's right. Moving in together is what makes the most sense. Plus... the image of falling asleep next to my mate and waking up to his gorgeous face makes my heart flutter.

A smile spreads across my face. "Yeah... yeah! Let's do this!"

Ryland squeals, tackling me in a hug. I laugh as we roll around on the bed, excited about our new plans.

"Wait, is there enough space in your room for both of us?" I question. "I mean, your closet is already overflowing with all of your clothes."

He pauses before dropping his eyes down, sliding his hand over my chest. "We could move into the master bedroom."

"Your parents' room? Are you sure you're okay with that?"

Ryland nods slowly. "I think so. The room's been sitting there, unused for years. I think it's for the best if we clean it out and put it to use."

"If you're sure," I say, kissing his forehead. "I'm so proud of you."

That makes Ryland smile widely, and he attacks my face with a million kisses.

***

Taping up the last box, I stand up and look around the room. What was once Ryland's parents' bedroom is now completely empty, ready for us to move in. Ryland walks around the space with his arms crossed over his chest, and his honey eyes in a daze. I walk up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Are you okay?" I murmur, placing a kiss on his shoulder.

"Yeah," Ryland softly responds, leaning back into my embrace. "It's still weird, you know? It's been so long, but sometimes I still expect them to just walk through the door one day, completely fine. I can almost hear my dad saying, 'Hey, kids. Sorry we took so long getting home'. Is that stupid?"

"No, baby," I shake my head, turning Ryland around to face me and cupping his cheeks. "Everyone processes death differently. It doesn't make you stupid at all."

"How did you deal with it?" He asks quietly. "When Easton died."

I smile sadly, kissing the tip of his nose. "I didn't. Not for a long time. You know that I used to drink a lot, to numb the pain. It was the only way I could keep myself from thinking about him all the time. I don't know, eventually it just... got easier. Actually, now that I think about it, I didn't start to really deal with it until I met you."

Ryland's eyebrows raise in surprise. "Really?"

"Yeah. Before I met you, I was still running away from my grief, never really facing it. You were the one who showed me that it's okay to grieve. Lucca and Lia never understood because they didn't have mates, so they didn't get why I couldn't just get over it and move on. But you... you helped me heal."

Ryland's eyes water, and he closes the space between us to press our lips together softly. Leo curls up in my mind, comforting me in his own way. Right here, in this house, in my mate's arms, I know I'm exactly where I belong.

"Are we done yet?" A sudden voice makes Ryland yelp, and I glare at Lucca in the doorway.

"Do you have to keep interrupting us?" I scowl.

"Yes," Lucca smirks. "Anyway, we finished unloading all your boxes. Ronnie said she and Lia would stick around to help you unpack. Can I leave?"

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, you can go. Thanks for your help."

"No problem. This is a pretty nice house. Hey, Ryland, didn't you say you have a younger brother?"

Ryland nods. "Yeah, but he was spending the day with Xander. I'm not sure where they ran off to. If you stick around, you can meet him later tonight."

"Nah, I have to work this evening. Maybe some other time though!" Lucca grins before heading downstairs.

"Lucca, wait up!" I call after him, following him outside. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

He gives me an odd look. "You need my permission to move in with your boyfriend?"

"That's not what I meant, jackass," I snort. "I meant.. are you going to be okay on your own? It's been the two of us for years. Will you... be alright?"

Lucca pauses for a moment, seeming to think about that for the first time. "Hey, don't worry about that," he waves me off with a strained smile. "You just enjoy your mate. Okay?"

"But, Lucca—"

"I mean it," he cuts me off, his tone softening. "Don't worry about me. I'll be okay."

While I'm still unsure about that, I nod my head anyway. Lucca grins and waves goodbye before hopping in his car and driving away from the pack.

Goddess, please let him be okay on his own.

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Do you guys want to see the scene where Landon is inducted into the Crescent Sun Pack? If not, I'll just make it a Patreon extra later. Let me knooowwww

Thoughts??

Q: How long have you lived in your current home?
[very long time]

Until next time, my Gumballs!
-Gumbie