Unseen Scene—Mason First Kiss PoV (Patreon)

The Detective says nothing.

The quiet of it hangs like pollution, staining the air.

And the silence allows something to build in Mason. Not the usual pleasurable building which usually precedes these kinds of things—that’s something he’s very familiar with. It’s like an old friend that he’s always glad of a reunion with.

No, this ‘something’ that stirs makes his stomach tight and his throat dry.

Maybe the human didn’t understand his suggestion. He holds back a scoff at the thought. He wasn’t exactly subtle.

The stirring continues to nag at him until he has to ball his fists tight to keep it from leeching through the rest of his body.

“You think the rest of the team would…approve?” they finally ask.

Relief beats through Mason at the break in silence. He slinks closer, the strangling feeling from before easing at their question, and gives a smile that he knows is all kinds of tempting. “It’s just sex. It’s not like it has to get complicated.”

A gentle laugh eases out of [Name].

The stirring returns like a punch to the gut, making Mason’s lips pinch tightly to suppress it.

“I suppose you’re right,” they reply. “Uncomplicated fun it is, then.”

Before the unwanted feeling can grow, Mason closes the gap and seizes the kiss he’s been so desperate for since first laying eyes on this human. A kiss he’s wanted more than from anyone he’s known.

Now the familiar wash of pleasure rushes like a wave through his system. It drowns out the nagging sensation in his stomach, replaced by a growing heat which burns hotter as the Detective grasps him closer.

This is his territory now. He knows what he’s doing.

He knows the one kiss will be enough to satisfy before giving them both what they need. That’s how it always works.

Except it’s not enough.

…He’s still kissing them.

Why am I still kissing them?

No answer forms, so he continues to kiss them all the way to the bedroom—continues kissing any exposed part of them as though each kiss plants a claim they need to make.

The continuing urge for these kisses brings the tight stirring back in his stomach, but a warm touch from [Name] blankets the feeling until there is nothing left to think of but them.