Page 98 of Resilience on Canvas

Robert started saying that he really could stop, but then Henry shifted his own hips backward, taking more of Robert inside of him. Both men let out long, low moans, and Robert thrust the rest of the way forward, clutching tight to Henry’s hips as he buried the rest of himself inside. When his pelvis was flush with Henry’s rear, he froze, and they stayed like that for a while—long, wonderful seconds that passed while Robert barely held back from thrusting.

Finally, Henry said, “I think I’m ready for you to move some.”

“Yeah?” Robert said, and the second Henry nodded, he pulled back a few inches.

Gripping Henry’s hips tighter, Robert sunk his fingernails into Henry’s skin as he readied himself to fuck the man he loved. Henry let out a soft cry into the pillow, and the muffled sound made Robert’s heart skip, love and lust bursting to life in his chest. Craving friction, Robert thrust forward—a little more roughly than he had intended—and Henry made that lovely little noise of pain and pleasure once more. Robert knew he ought to tell Henry to try stay silent, but he couldn’t. Because he wanted to hear more of them sounds now. God, how he needed to hear his wolf whimper for him.

Desperate to coax more of those beautiful sounds from Henry’s lips, Robert began thrusting in earnest, though he made sure to hold some of his fire back. All the while, Henry continued to whimper and whine and moan, each of the noises muffled and soft and pleading, bringing Robert closer to his own release.

All of a sudden, Henry’s hole seemed to contract, loosening and tightening around Robert’s shaft, and then Henry’s thighs shook as he let out one more quiet cry.

After a moment, Henry lifted himself up off the pillow, his breathing ragged.

“I came, Robert,” he whispered, his tone sounding wonderstruck. “I wasn’t even touchin’ myself, neither.”

Those beautiful words sent Robert over the edge.

With one more thrust, pleasure surged through Robert’s veins, and his cock started to pulse. Henry let out a needy moan as Robert emptied himself inside of him.

“I feel that,” Henry rasped. “Lord Almighty, I feel you comin’, and it’s incredible.”

Robert closed his eyes, savoring the last moments of orgasm. Once his cock was no longer pulsing and his mind was no longer lost in a state of foggy bliss, Robert carefully pulled out, and Henry gasped.

“It feels strange now,” he said. “Empty kinda.”

Smiling fondly, Robert lay on the mattress, and Henry collapsed next to him. They shared a long, passionate kiss.

Robert swept a hand through Henry’s hair. “Did you like that?”

“It was wonderful.” He hooked a leg over Robert’s torso, towing their hips together. “Perfect, in fact.” He squirmed a bit. “I think I’m leakin’ on the bed, though.”

Chuckling, Robert screwed his eyes shut. “Sorry. Maybe I ought to pull out sooner in the future.”

“No, I like it. I told you, it was perfect. I wouldn’t want you to change nothin’.”

“I wasn’t too rough, then?” Robert asked, continuing to play with Henry’s hair.

“Not even a little. I liked how forceful you were. But...” He shifted once more and winced. “Maybe we ought to take our time easin’ you in there next time before you start thrustin’. Walkin’ might feel kind of funny for me tomorrow. Or sittin’. Or both.”

Robert’s hand fell to Henry’s face. He caressed Henry’s cheek with his fingertips.

“I really hope I didn’t hurt you.”

Henry smiled warmly. “Nah, not more than I wanted to be hurt.”

Robert smiled back. Humming, he said, “My brave little wolf.”

“Always.” Henry pressed a kiss to Robert’s lips. “Always yers.”

After one more soft kiss, Henry rolled over. He scrambled to find a shirt and stood, tucking the shirt between his butt cheeks, which made both of them chuckle. He waddled over to hisluggage. Kneeling, Henry fished out one of his sketchbooks and then waddled back to the bed. He took the shirt out from his crease and tossed it to the floor.

Climbing back into bed, he said, “I, uhm, I wanted to show you somethin’.”

Robert rolled onto his back, and Henry lay next to him. He opened the sketchbook and began flipping through. He reached a page that was filled with what Robert first thought were randomly scribbled words, but as he read them, he quickly realized the words were a name:Henry Davis.

Henry said, “So, you know how people change their names sometimes? Well, I thought maybe I could change mine. Unofficially or officially. What do you think?”

Tears sprang to Robert’s eyes.

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