“Let me up, I need to get something,” he said.
Terry’s eyes went wide. “What? Where are you going?”
He asked the question as though he thought Morgan might not be coming back.
Morgan quickly planted a chaste kiss on his lips. “Don’t worry. I just have to grab something really quick.”
Reluctantly, Terry loosened his legs and allowed Morgan to climb out of bed. He could feel the younger man’s eyes on him as he jogged into the bathroom.
If the owners of this place used it as a summer house, then there was bound to be some hand cream, lotion, or sunscreen, or anything that he could use.
Morgan started searching through the bottom cupboard beneath the sink first, moving towels and other items around in a sloppy fashion until he found what he was looking for.
He sighed. It was one of those big bottles of hand cream with a pump. One of the nicer brands that would be of some actual use to them, and judging by the weight of the thing there was still plenty inside. Thank God.
Morgan returned to bed, and he watched through the darkness as Terry’s eyes went from curious to eager at the sight of the bottle. Yeah, he knew what it was for.
“Lie back,” he said, and Terry did as he was told as Morgan brought the bottle under the covers with them, and settled back between Terry’s legs.
“You’re going to like it so much more with this,” Morgan said. As he wet his fingers with the lotion and trailed them down to Terry’s asshole, he kept his eyes on the other man’s face. He loved the way
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those pale-green eyes widened slightly at the intrusion, the way his pink lips parted when Morgan began thrusting them inside of him, stretching him.
Morgan especially loved the way Terry’s breathing became quick and how his hands gripped Morgan’s back until his fingernails dug into the skin.
Morgan began scissoring his fingers, making absolutely sure that Terry was going to be ready for him. Though they’d done this without any sort of lubrication, other that Morgan’s saliva, earlier today, that didn’t mean he could just shove into the other man now that they had something that could be used to ease the way. Werewolf or not, preparations still needed to be made. They’d been consumed by lust and the need to mate the last time, but now, even though he could hardly stand it, Morgan needed to be patient. He was going to do this right.
All that went out the window when Morgan’s fingers brushed up against that spongy nub inside of his mate, and Terry threw his head back into the pillows and arched his back.
His hips were gyrating wildly now. “Fuck me, Morgan. I want it now. I’m ready.”
That was more than enough invitation for him. By now Morgan had to shove off the blankets covering them just to be able to do this right without anything getting in his way or preventing him from seeing.
The cold air on their heated bodies felt good, and Terry moaned again at it. Morgan’s cock jumped in response, and he had to take it in hand and quickly grip the base to keep himself from coming before he was inside of his lover.
Just touching himself was enough to give him a jolt of pleasure that was difficult to fight against. “Fuck, I love the sounds you make.”
“Yes,” Terry hissed, though whether he was moaning his agreement for what Morgan was doing or just giving Morgan more of those sounds he liked, he couldn’t be sure.
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Morgan lined up the head of his cock with Terry’s hole, and he pushed himself inside, taking extra time with it because he wanted it to last.
Terry breathed through his teeth, but he gave no sign that he wanted Morgan to stop.
“That’s nice. Keep going,” he said.
Morgan did, and it nearly killed him how he could only gently thrust his hips, pushing himself inside only another inch before stopping, waiting for Terry’s body to adjust to him.
Terry’s eyes were squeezed shut, his neck and jaw clenched. Apparently he’d also been holding his breath because he released it in a hard whoosh when he finally opened his eyes.
Then his body finally opened to Morgan, and Morgan pushed himself the rest of the way inside, until his balls touched against Terry’s ass.
Now, instead of his face clenching up, Terry’s mouth opened in a long, breathy moan, his eyes going wide once more as Morgan touched the other man’s prostate with his cock.
Terry started humping wildly against him, reminding him of earlier that day when they’d had sex.
“FuckmeIneedyoutofuckmerightnowohGod!” Terry said, speaking so quickly that Morgan almost didn’t understand him.
His body language said enough, and Morgan began thrusting inside of him with all the strength and animal need he had inside him.
Terry’s hips pushed back against Morgan’s, and his legs became so tight around Morgan’s waist that it made him think of one of those huge snakes from the amazon, choking the life out of prey.
He didn’t dare stop, even when it got to be hard for him to breathe. “Baby, you’re so tight,” he said, referring to the legs around his waist and that ring of muscle that squeezed his cock.
Terry gripped him tighter, his hands, his legs, his ass all clenching around him, which made Morgan never want to leave this spot.
There was nothing he could do for it except shift his hips and
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pump them harder until Terry was crying out for him.
Then Morgan felt the teeth against his neck.
He didn’t dare stop. Not when it felt so fucking good what he was doing. Really, he shrugged it off anyway. A lot of wolves liked to bite their lovers during sex, why should Terry be any different?
Then the teeth broke his skin, and right after Morgan finished coming, his body going
