Eli touched that skin. It was warm now and tanned a healthy
colour from both sunlight and health.
Chris blinked his multicolored eyes and looked up at him, and Eli
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wanted to weep all over again.
Chris touched his face, and Eli’s jaw trembled.
“Don’t cry,” he said.
Eli wanted to laugh. “Don’t cry, he says. After my mate dies and
is brought back to life, how can I not cry?”
Chris kissed him, and Eli tasted the tears from both of them. He
pulled Chris onto his lap and plundered his mouth, thrusting his tongue, tasting him, touching him, assuring himself that this was real and that Chris wasn’t about to vanish on him.
Eli had to force himself to pull away. “You are real? We’re not
both dead and in the other life?”
“As far as I know, no.” Chris grabbed Eli by the ears and pulled their mouths together again.
Eli couldn’t help himself. They weren’t so much kissing as they were claiming each other, and his body reacted. So did Chris’s.
He was about to push Chris off of him. His mate had just come back from the dead, and considering the shape Eli was in, this was not the ideal place for them to celebrate.
Chris felt his erection, however, and started grinding his hips in a circular motion, brushing their cocks together.
Eli groaned, and pathetically enough, he came, splashing his warm fluids onto both of their stomachs.
“Shit!” Eli cursed, wiping away his cum from where it had landed just a little too close to Chris’s healing wounds. There was always something erotic about having his cum on the skin of a lover, it was another way of claiming that person, but Eli didn’t want to do it at the risk of infecting Chris’s scratches.
Chris hardly paid him any mind as he continued humping Eli like he was in heat. He grabbed Eli by the hand and lowered his palm to his cock.
Eli took the hint and stroked him. Chris had never been this hard
for him, and Eli felt the veins bulging in the other man’s prick.
“Come for me, baby, mark me as yours.”
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Chris’s movements sped up. He wrapped his arms around Eli’s shoulders and thrust against his hand faster. His eyes squeezed shut, and he moaned in short bursts.
Just those sounds were enough to fill Eli’s prick once more, and the jerky movements of Chris’s hips brought jolts of pleasure that made his balls tight.
“Fuck! Ugh, fuck me, Eli!”
Chris came as he said it, his body going slack over Eli’s shoulder, but his erection didn’t dwindle, and Eli didn’t need to be told twice.
He pushed Chris down on his back, and Chris opened for him.
Love you so much, was said through their link. Eli didn’t know which of them had said it.
Their mouths met, and Eli continued thrusting against his lover, humping him, grinding their cocks together for more of that shivery pleasure that produced the sighs and gasps that Eli loved to hear.
Chris ran his fingernails down Eli’s back, and he groaned.
“Eli, I’m coming again,” Chris gasped. “Fuck me now. I need you right now.”
Eli wanted to laugh. Chris didn’t yet realize that as a werewolf, he would be able to go for another ten rounds if he really put his mind to it. Just because Eli made him come one more time didn’t mean that he
wouldn’t be able to go one once more.
He decided he wouldn’t be a tease about it. Besides, Eli was still
filthy as hell, and he didn’t want to risk that any minute now Chris could come out of his lust-induced haze and take note of that, then
press the pause button on their actions until Eli received some
treatment.
Not going to happen.
Eli stuck his fingers in his mouth, wetting them, and then brought down his index finger on Chris’s pucker.
“Don’t make it hurt.”
Eli paused, his heart breaking for the other man. “It will a little, but you’re a wolf now. I promise it’ll only burn a little and that’ll be
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it.”
If Eli had his way, it wouldn’t hurt at all. The heaviness in Chris’s cock and balls was a testament to how horny he was. Hopefully that would be more than enough to get him through the worst of it.
Eli prepared him, as slowly as he was able, yet still quickly, as the urge to be inside of Chris was driving him insane. He actually started to sweat again.
Eli wouldn’t enter him yet, not until he found what he was looking for. He hooked his fingers inside of Chris’s asshole, searching, searching.
Chris had a deep look of concentration on his face until his eyes popped open wide.
“There it is,” Eli said, nudging the little nub with his fingertips again, and then not moving his fingers away from that spot.
Chris opened his mouth and cried out, his cock emptying onto his stomach. He gripped his hair and wiped his face as the orgasm seemed to go on and on.
“OhmyGodrightthereEli!”
Eli had no idea what Chris had just said, but he smiled over it anyway as he wiped the white cum off of Chris’s chest with his free hand and then wiped his hand onto the grass.
Eli kept right on playing with that spot, and Chris continued to moan as his cock filled again. Chris reached down and started to pump himself, using his own ejaculate as lubrication, and Eli decided he was ready.
When he pulled his fingers out, Chris wailed in disappointment.
“I’m not leaving you hanging, baby, don’t you worry.”
Eli held his prick by the base, and then lined up the head with Chris’s pink pucker.
“Push out,” Eli said through gritting teeth as he slowly, teasingly, pressed himself inside.
He was tight, and it was nearly difficult to sheath himself fully, but he did it. Chris pressed his teeth together then sighed as Eli’s cock
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brushed up against his prostate.
They fucked each other hard. Eli reached down and gripped Chris’s dick, stroking him in an off rhythm to his thrusting, but he couldn’t help it. He could hardly think about anything other than how
