Feral Northern Shifters 2

touched Bram’s cheeks. “Let your knees fall.”
Bram couldn’t quite register the words but, with his arms, Ethan pushed Bram’s knees outward so he was more exposed.
Ethan slid a finger along Bram’s crease, right over his hole without stopping.
“Jesus,” said Bram. Back down the finger came again, never stopping. Back and forth across the hole. And Bram’s body was jittering, but whether from nerves or desire, he wasn’t sure. He wanted that finger to…
Ethan stopped at his hole. Yes . Bram moaned.
“Oh, babe, that is a nice sound.” Ethan ran a finger around the muscle.
“Oh my God.”
“Like that.”
A new and foreign warmth, a kind of laxness, traveled up Bram’s body.
“I’d suck you too, but I think you’d come. And I want this to go slow.”
Round and round the muscle that finger went, and Bram’s chest went loose, his arms began to sink into the bed.
The finger slid in and Bram shot up to half-sitting.
Ethan kept his finger there, even as he leaned over and kissed Bram. After a while the twin invasion of the finger up his ass doing crazy things and Ethan’s tongue inside Bram’s mouth made him collapse back on the bed, his mouth falling away from Ethan’s.
Immediately a second finger went in, but instead of shock, it felt right. Bram thought his eyes might roll back inside his head.
“Ethan?”
“I’m here. You’re here.” Ethan moved the fingers, in and out, a scissoring motion and the stretching felt incredibly good. Bram wasn’t only melting, he was liquefying.
Ethan placed a palm on Bram’s belly, in reassurance perhaps. The hand anchored him as a third finger entered his hole. It burned, but in a good way. The stretching continued and all Bram knew was that Ethan was taking care of him and he’d never felt so softened in all his life.
The fingers disappeared and Bram made a noise of protest.
“Shhh. Don’t worry, I’m coming back.” Then Ethan’s cock was there, at Bram’s hole, pushing, not hard, but insistent nevertheless, filling the empty space the fingers had left. The ring of muscle gave ever so slowly. Wider and wider, and Ethan’s head was in.
He didn’t move.
Bram opened his eyes to see Ethan above him, his face wet with sweat, with effort, with restraint, and Bram smiled. “Come in. I want it.”
Ethan slid the rest of the way, making Bram writhe. It wasn’t bad, it wasn’t even painful, but he wasn’t used to it either. Overwhelming.
Before Bram could process it all, Ethan was leaning over, kissing him, touching his oversensitive nipples.
Bram broke the kiss. “I. Can’t. Breathe.” It was too much. He was…
He was going to come, he realized.
“ Ethan .”
Ethan held him as he arched, shouting as he spurted.
The orgasm rocked through him, stronger than anything he’d ever felt, and as it rocked him, Ethan pulled out and pushed his way back in, pushing Bram’s body higher into sensation, something like flight. Out went Ethan, scraping Bram’s nerves and the orgasm didn’t let go. It flowed over and over again, making Bram temporarily blind and mindless.
Gasping, he came down, but Ethan was still with him, still holding him, still making love. Bram never wanted Ethan to leave. He lifted his boneless arms and hugged Ethan.
Though the orgasm had drained Bram, the pleasure hadn’t stopped and his body welcomed Ethan in a way that amazed Bram.
Again and again, Ethan entered him until that one last time when Ethan stroked in and held on, groaning as he stiffened. Bram caressed Ethan’s face above him while Ethan held himself up, emptying himself into Bram, and Bram said, “Come to me, because I love you and you’re mine right now.”
Ethan fell onto Bram, face pressed against Bram’s shoulder as Bram wrapped a hand around Ethan’s head.
It took a while for them both to catch their breaths. Ethan shifted and Bram clamped down on him. “Don’t move.”
Ethan lifted his head, a sated expression on his face. The tenderness there was going to bring tears to Bram’s eyes if he wasn’t careful. “You like me like this, inside you?”
“Yes. I didn’t think I would.”
Ethan kissed Bram’s cheek. “Trust me, okay?”
Bram knew Ethan was talking about more than anal sex, but he just smiled at Ethan, because words were getting beyond him.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No.”
“Do you believe I wasn’t asking you to hurt me last night?”
“Yes.”
Ethan flopped back against him and sleep threatened to claim Bram.
“Bram?”
“Hmmm?”
“I