Mating
“I think Nebula read me the riot act today,” Yondu says, once Kraglin crawls into the bed next to him.
“That’s funny,” Kraglin replies. “Because Gamora asked if she could keep Peter with her tonight, so they could get up tomorrow and go hunting together.”
“Hmm…”
“Yep.” Kraglin’s eyes are sparkling blue-grey, making him look even younger and more adorable than usual. The sunken, frightened look he’d once worn was long gone. “Think they’re tryin’ to tell us something?”
“’S possible,” Yondu replies, nonchalant. “Whatchu think?”
Kraglin gives up on all pretenses of modesty and climbs on top of Yondu, making the Centaurian laugh. He wraps his arms around Kraglin and wrestles him to the side so they lie chest-to-chest. “Now whatchu gonna do?”
Kraglin nuzzles into Yondu’s space, tips his head back in a play for kisses. Yondu indulges him, flicking his tongue into Kraglin’s mouth. “Sweet as sugar,” he says, when they part for breath. He draws Kraglin’s earlobe between his teeth, nibbling gently.
Kraglin sucks in a gasp, bares his neck for Yondu’s questing mouth. “This is so good,” he says. “But… but I want. I want you to mate me. I want to be yours.”
Yondu shudders all over. He can’t help it. “It’s a lot,” he says, softly. “Ya want that, but it’s nothin’ ta take lightly. Once ya get yer teeth in me, an’ let me get my teeth in ya, it’s you ‘n me till we die.”
“That’s what I want,” Kraglin says again. “Please, Yondu. I want to know that you’re mine the same way I’m yours. Teeth marks or not.”
Yondu thinks about the age difference. The difference in life experiences. The difference in culture. And then Yondu thinks, “Eh, flark it,” and rolls so that Kraglin’s on his back, and Yondu’s sitting up on the mattress next to him. He leans down and shoves the blankets they found off the foot of the bed, leaving them both naked and in view.
He cups Kraglin’s chin in his hand and gives him a serious look. “I wanna look at you.”
“Aren’t you looking at me already?”
Instead of a verbal reply, Yondu moves to Kraglin’s feet, picking up the left one and running his fingers deeply into the arch. Kraglin groans when Yondu presses a kiss to his ankle, says, “Yondu” like a soft prayer.
“This is how I wanna look at ya,” Yondu explains. “’N all my life, ain’t never taken time with anyone sharin’ my bed. Ain’t never wanted ta. With you though, Kraglin, I wanna savor everything.”
Kraglin blushes, sits up to press his mouth to Yondu’s. “Gamora told me that in Standard, the word you and I feel is ‘love’. I love you, Yondu.”
“I. I loveyatoo,” Yondu replies. They kiss again, and Yondu feels Kraglin’s hands dig into his shoulders. “Whatchu…?”
Kraglin cheats, uses his tiger-strength to push Yondu flat backwards and straddle his lap, dropping into a half-crouch on top of him. “I see how it is,” Yondu says, and pokes the younger man in the chest. “Think yer somethin’ special cause you got furry musclepower, do ya?”
Kraglin giggles, rubs their noses together. “You were taking too long with the touching,” he says, playful. “A pirate told me sometimes you just gotta take what you want.”
“Is that right? That pirate sounds mighty smart ta me.”
Kraglin kisses him, kisses him again until they’re both breathing heavily and no one’s laughing anymore. “I don’t know what to do,” the younger man admits. “What comes next?”
“Ya keep wigglin’ around in my lap and it won’t matter no more,” Yondu groans, grabbing Kraglin’s hips to still him. “Reach under the mattress. Got a tube of machine oil there.”
Kraglin wrinkles his nose. “Machine oil?”
“Trust me, ya ain’t gonna want ta do anythin’ else without it.”
Kraglin wiggles to one side, breaking Yondu’s brain, then sits up with the procured tube of oil. Yondu twists the cap off and slops some of the oil onto his fingers. Then he reaches down and rubs the oil over Kraglin’s cock, causing the younger man to yelp. “Yondu, what…?”
“Ya ain’t gonna last a minute if I try ta get in ya now,” Yondu says, jerking Kraglin off in a torturously quick rhythm. “Think ya oughta get one quick so you can enjoy the second.”
“But… oh, gods… I ca… flark,” the younger man squirms and sobs in Yondu’s lap, burying his face in Yondu’s throat. “Yon…Yon… YONDU!”
He goes over the edge in minutes, leaving Yondu a little smug as to how much his mate wants him. “That was. I can’t. Oh gods.”
“Get yer breath back and we’ll start again,” Yondu advises. “All that youthful stamina an’ whatnot.”
“You’re awful,” Kraglin replies, blushing. He grins though. “Is it always like this?”
“Heard rumor that fer people who love each other, it gets better. Wouldn’t know m’self. Wanna find out?”
“Yes!”
Yondu grins back at him, then pins Kraglin’s body beneath his own, propping himself up on his elbows so as not to squash the younger man. He gets some of the oil on his hand again, and uses one arm to reach between Kraglin’s legs. He slips one finger across the younger man’s taint, circles the pucker, and slides gently into the blossoming hole. Kraglin gasps and bucks up, further impaling himself.
Yondu keeps it slow and steady, even though his own cock’s hard enough to cut diamond. Each movement of his hand is accompanied by a kiss, a nuzzle, a soft word. Each stroke inside Kraglin enflames them both, until Kraglin’s hard again and Yondu’s sweating profusely.
“I don’t wanna wait anymore,” Kraglin slurs, mouthing at Yondu’s chin. “Please.”
Yondu slides his fingers out, hushes the quick whimpers it causes. “I’m comin’ right back, boy, hold on.”
He coats his cock with half the tube, not wanting Kraglin to feel any pain, and lines up with the tight pucker. The first push gets the head in; Kraglin’s squirming draws him in the rest of the way. Yondu waits as his balls rest on Kraglin’s skin, lets the other man get his wits back. “Ya ok?”
“Flark,” comes Kraglin’s quick reply. “I thought you said it might hurt?”
“Was tryin’ not ta hurtcha.”
“You didn’t.”
Yondu might gloat about that. Later, when he can think straight. For now, he pulls his hips back and drives them forward, creating a rhythm that has Kraglin cursing and begging in spades. Kraglin’s hard cock lies between them, and Yondu commands, “Touch yourself.”
He doesn’t have to say it twice. Kraglin sobs, gets his fingers around his cock, and comes again.
Which is when Yondu hunches over him and bites the joining space where Kraglin’s neck meets his collarbones. Kraglin howls but Yondu doesn’t let go, growling and holding the younger man still. When Kraglin goes limp beneath him, he releases his teeth, lapping the blood away from Kraglin’s neck.
He can feel the start of the mating bond flare to life between them; that pushes him into his own orgasm, knocking the breath out of him.
“Need ya ta bite me back,” Yondu mumbles, a moment or two later. He’s squashing Kraglin but can’t yet feel his limbs to move. “C’mon, Kraglin. Bite me back.”
Sharp canines descend into the seam of his neck, matching the bite he left on Kraglin. The mating bond flares fully, like a supernova, making them both groan.
Yondu finally gets the energy to move, rolls off of Kraglin and pulls the blankets over them both. He’s gratified when Kraglin immediately snuggles closer, wrapping around him like a tentacle.
“Ain’t goin’ nowhere now without you, boy,” Yondu says, heartfelt. “Ain’t nowhere you can go I won’t find ya. Yer my heart, Kraglin, an’ donchu ever forget it.”
“Mates,” Kraglin says, dreamily. He can’t keep his eyes open and, honestly, neither can Yondu. “Love you, Yondu.”
Yondu just smiles.