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“Come on,” he whined. “Don’t make me wait. I’m ready.”

“You’re still tight,” Wolf murmured, distracting Ira with his tongue, licking the seam of his lips and then stealing inside his mouth. Heat blossomed under Ira’s skin, the sheet alone still too stifling on his overheated body.

“No, want you now, come on,” Ira said between deep, drugging kisses.

Wolf growled. “Have it your way, seidhr. Get the lube.”

He almost refused, because it meant moving away, but if Wolf said he was still tight, they’d probably need it. With a groan, he rolled away, stretching across the bed to reach for the bottle waiting on the bedside table. Before he could roll back over, Wolf was there, straddling him from behind and trailing kisses down his neck. Ira moaned, tilting his head and arching to give him all the access he wanted. One hand searched behind him for some part of Wolf to touch,finding his hip and thigh and clinging like he’d fly apart without it.

“Lube,” Wolf said, holding his hand out.

Ira snapped the cap open and poured a generous amount in Wolf’s waiting palm. A moment later, Wolf’s weight shifted, and his slick cock eased between Ira’s cheeks, spearing into his hole and tunneling deep. Like this, with Wolf straddlinghim, the fit seemed impossibly tight. He uttered a deep, wanton noise that he barely recognized as himself, doing what he could to arch his back and raise his hips to take Wolf deeper.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Wolf growled, his breaths hot and damp against the shell of his ear. “Look at you, taking me so well.”

“Oh God, ohGod,” he whimpered.

“You wanted it like this, didn’t you? Wanted to feel every inch of me. Wanted it to burn, to ache, so you’d feel me long after this.”

“Yes, yes,yes.” Ira’s hands twisted in the sheet. He tried to hide his face in the pillow, but Wolf wrenched it away, sending it sailing across the room. The other one followed right after, into the abyss beyond the bed. Nothing else existed beyond their little bubble.

Wolf pulled out slowly, inch by inch, and tunneled back inside just as slowly.

“More, please, more!”

Wolf’s laugh was a low, sinister thing, the kind of sound he would’ve hated to hear in a dark alley before all of this. Now, it sent a shiver of excitement down his spine, because it wasWolf.

And Wolf obliged, snapping his hips forward with purpose. Ira yelped, stretching his arms up to the headboardand gripping tight as Wolf pounded into him, mouthing at his shoulder blades.

“Can’t believe you let me do this,” Wolf said, as pleasure boiled up and down Ira’s spine and pooled in his gut. “Can’t believe a holy man as perfect as you lets me touch him like this. Lets me bury myself so deep.”

“Wolf, ohGod,” he gasped. The words set his blood on fire. Wolf thought he was perfect, but that was a lie. Perfection was the drag of Wolf’s cock in and out of his body, fitting like Ira was made for him.

His cock was trapped against the mattress, the dry friction just this side of painful and absolutelyperfect. Grounding him in the now and chasing away every anxious thought except how wonderful Wolf made him feel. Animal sounds spilled from his throat, and his sac drew up hard. He was so close. His body tightened like a bowstring, drawing back and ready to fire.

“Ah, ah,ah!” he shrieked as he came, splashing the tight space between his stomach and the bed. His vision went fuzzy, his body lax. Every press of Wolf’s cock against his prostate milked a little more cum from him, until he was shuddering with overstimulation.

Wolf slowly stopped thrusting, wrapping an arm around Ira’s chest and tucking the other under his head. Ira’s breath and wits returned to him slowly, and he realized Wolf hadn’t finished yet.

“Wolf?” he asked, muggy.

Wolf chuckled, dark and self-satisfied, and this time, Ira’s lizard brain sat up and took notice. He turned his head, and Wolf kissed his temple.

“You didn’t come,” Ira said—needlessly, he thought, as it was obvious, but he didn’t know how to askwhy.

“No.” Wolf flexed his hips slightly, and starbursts of pleasure-pain shot up Ira’s spine. It felt good but it wastoo much. “Not yet. I want you to get hard again first.”

“What?”

“Mm-hm.” He worked his hips in small circles, grinding rather than thrusting. “I’m going to see how many times you can come.”

“OhGod.”

Wolf’s nose grazed his ear, and another dark laugh filled the air. “You think you can get two? Three? You’ve been eating better and training.”

“Three?” Ira was going to need a banana and a bottle of water if they kept this up.

“What, you don’t think I can get you there?” The pout was audible in his voice, and Ira turned his head to look over his shoulder at him.

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