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“Take me to bed,” Ira said. “I want to turn my brain off for a while.”

Wolf reached behind himself and blindly shut off the water. “Gladly.”

They dried each other quickly, and then Wolf hooked his hands under Ira’s ass, lifting him up. Ira’s strangled noise of surprise was lost between their lips. He clung to Wolf, wrapping his legs around his waist and laughing as Wolf carried him from the bathroom to the bedroom.

“I could get used to this,” he said, grinning down at him. Wolf wanted to memorize the shape of his smile and keep it with him forever.

At the bed, he knee-walked onto the mattress and laid Ira down, blanketing him with his body. When he moved to fetch the lube, Ira grabbed him, reeling him in for a kiss instead. Wolf growled, resting his weight on his forearms beside Ira’s head. Ira’s legs were parted invitingly, and Wolf rocked against him, greedily swallowing Ira’s moan.

“Turn onto your side,” Wolf instructed as he moved away to fetch the lube. When he laid down behind Ira, he smoothed one hand up the prophet’s side, guiding him back against Wolf’s chest. Ira tipped his head back, and Wolf kissed his bared throat. “You’ve been working hard the last couple of days, haven’t you?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Well, don’t you worry. I’ll take care of you.” He slicked up two fingers and worked them inside Ira’s tight entrance.Ira muffled his moans in the pillow, and when he began rocking back on Wolf’s fingers, Wolf removed them.

“Wolf,” Ira moaned pitifully.

He chuckled. “Just a moment. So impatient.”

He curled an arm under Ira’s head while he slicked himself up. Ira bent one knee in preparation, canting his hips back eagerly, and Wolf nipped his shoulder as he pressed his cock against Ira’s hole. The man groaned as he eased inside. This position changed the angle into a languid grind rather than a thrust. Wolf bent one leg up with Ira’s and rocked into him, both of their moans filling the air.

Ira twisted his upper body so they could kiss. Wolf teased his nipples with his free hand, the other curling possessively around his throat, feeling the moans vibrating out of him.

“You’re perfect like this,” Wolf said, ducking his head and sucking a flat brown nipple into his mouth as he rocked his hips. “Giving yourself up to me, letting yourself become nothing but sensation. No more worries, no more puzzles to solve about the future. Just you and me and the pleasure I can bring you.”

“Yes, yes, yes. God, Wolf, you feel so good.”

“Youfeel so good,” Wolf replied. “Like your body was made for me. You fit me just like a glove, seidhr.” He gripped Ira’s hip, pulling him back to meet Wolf’s thrusts.

“I’m not—I’m not gonna last,” Ira sobbed.

“You don’t have to. Touch yourself. I want to see you come.”

Wolf’s eyes were glued to Ira’s hand as it slipped down his stomach and wrapped around his cock. Part of the view was hindered by Ira’s hip, but he could see his hand on each pass over the head of his swollen cock. Ira’s moans reached afever pitch, his thighs quivering and his toes curling as he came, crying out and shuddering. It was the hottest thing Wolf had ever seen. His body clenched around Wolf’s cock, milking his orgasm from him, and he muffled his groan against Ira’s shoulder.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” Wolf said, smearing Ira’s cum on his stomach.

Ira sniggered. “No, I’m not.”

“You so are. Hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Like the noonday sun. So hot I could just stay here,” he worked his softening cock in and out, “keep doing this until I’m hard again and keep going.” He chuckled breathlessly. “I’d keep you in my bed like this forever if I could.”

“Wolf, oh myGod.” Ira’s body squirmed, arching and curling like he couldn’t decide whether to meet his thrusts or writhe away.

Wolf chuckled. “Or maybe another day.”

“Definitely. I love the marathon sex, you just have to make sure I have the energy for it.”

He hummed. “Good to know.”

Chapter 9

Ira,soaked in sweat, collapsed to the padded surface of the floor, gasping for breath. “No more,” he pleaded. “Mercy. Mercy!”

“Ira, that was thewarm-up,” Alex said with a laugh.

“I wasn’t made for this kind of torture,” he despaired.

Luke snorted.

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