Feral Northern Shifters 2

at me?”
“No.” For what?
But Bram didn’t have a chance to ask since Ethan was pulling down Bram’s shorts. “Step out.” Bram blinked, but obeyed.
Next Ethan yanked off Bram’s shirt. “I like you naked best.”
“Well, not when you’re dressed,” Bram pointed out.
Ethan gripped the back of Bram’s head. “All in due time.” He stroked Bram’s throat, a firm hold that
made Bram feel vulnerable and yet safe. “Trust me?”
    Bram stared as Ethan held him, one hand on his neck, the other on his throat. If a wolf had held him like that, he would have been fighting for his life, but Ethan was gentle. It was a strange kind of coaxing, and Bram wondered if Ethan was asking if he trusted Ethan to fuck him.
    He did, so he said, “Yes.”
“Kiss me.”
Ethan placed his mouth on Bram’s but didn’t move. So strange. Bram pressed against those lips and
they responded. He licked them, opened them, forced his tongue inside to be met by Ethan’s, warm and tasty and eager.
    Releasing his neck hold, Ethan skimmed hands over Bram’s shoulders as they kissed, ran his thumbs down, stopping at both of Bram’s nipples. Bram lifted his chest towards this touch. His dick rose, hardened, pressing against Ethan’s jeans.
    All the while they kissed, Ethan in control, owning Bram’s mouth so Bram could barely breathe beyond Ethan’s air, those thumbs pressing on his nipples, his dick pressing against Ethan.
He expected Ethan to move on, but all that changed was Ethan rolling Bram’s nipples, catching them between his thumbs and fingers, and Bram yearned for his dick to be touched by Ethan.
As soon as his trembling started, Ethan lowered his hands, cupping his ass cheeks, spreading those cheeks and before Bram could wonder, Ethan lifted Bram up, forcing Bram to throw arms around Ethan’s neck, and wrap legs around Ethan’s waist.
Bram found Ethan’s carotid, sucking there as Ethan carried him out of the kitchen and into their bedroom.
When Ethan dropped Bram down on the bed, he had to release Ethan’s neck.
“You’ll have a hickey,” Bram managed to say, though talking was difficult when he felt like this, so dazed with desire for Ethan’s touch. He liked the idea of leaving a mark on Ethan.
Ethan smiled as he skimmed hands down Bram’s chest and stomach, but as Bram started to sit up, not wanting Ethan to feel he was doing all the work, Ethan pushed him down again.
“Can you lie there?”
“Well, sure—”
“Good.” Again those palms skimmed down Bram but instead of taking Bram in hand, as he yearned— his cock was practically straining towards his lover—Ethan’s hands continued down along Bram’s thighs. On top of them and under them. He lifted Bram’s legs.
Bram closed his eyes. He’d taken it before, he could take it again. And he trusted Ethan to give him pleasure too, and to hold him afterwards. That’s what mattered most. Being discarded had hurt worse than the pain.
He felt his legs draped on Ethan’s shoulders, but Ethan didn’t go for his hole. Instead he licked his way up Bram’s cock and took Bram in his mouth.
Bram gasped and, in reassurance, Ethan stroked Bram’s legs. Bram expected to be released, for Ethan to focus elsewhere, but instead Ethan set a rhythm, moving up and down Bram’s cock, until all Bram could think about was how hard he was. He became dimly aware that Ethan’s hands had shifted. They were on Bram’s ass, even as Ethan kept making love to Bram’s cock with his mouth. He caressed Bram’s ass and spread his cheeks, as the head of Bram’s cock hit the back of his mouth.
He never quite touched Bram’s hole, though his thumbs skimmed near it.
Bram’s balls tightened, he was going to come.
Ethan stopped, almost apologetically licking Bram’s glans before withdrawing, letting Bram’s feet fall to the bed, though he kept his knees bent. “Just a sec.”
“I…” began Bram.
“You?”
Bram turned his head, saw Ethan digging something out of his drawer. “What?”
“You’ll see.”
Oil. Needed for Ethan’s cock. Of course. Bram exhaled and just concentrated on breathing, remembering that feeling of Ethan’s mouth on him. Ethan had given him that.
Oddly, Ethan returned to Bram’s cock, though this time he didn’t set a rhythm, he just licked the slit, the glans, ran his tongue up and down Bram’s length, sucked in a ball, and Bram was trembling again.
He was never going to come this way, but he might die of pleasure.
Ethan’s oiled hands