Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 5

Deshi's tight body. Very tight body, and the way Deshi was screwing up his face... He frowned, tilted his head, and stilled his finger's probing until Deshi opened his eyes. Deshi was covered in sweat, panting, flushed. He fought for a word to give Deshi, to clarify what he was pretty sure they both knew.
    There. That word. "New?"
    Deshi swallowed visibly and averted his eyes, but gave a nod. The boy hadn't ever been with another. Deshi was giving that to him . He slowly smiled and captured Deshi's lips in a sweeter, less savage kiss. It was a promise. He wouldn't just take and rut. This was special, even among his own kind. There weren't many of his kind left, guardians of these forests and jungles and the animals within them, but when they did meet, breed, if one was untouched, then care was taken to ensure the mating was gentle. He began to move his finger inside Deshi once more, gradually shifting in and out until he was filling Deshi with the full length of it.
    The sounds the boy made! Between the soft, wet kisses and the unskilled fumbling of Deshi's hands on his body, the sounds offered up were sweet, submissive, and sparked the protective cat inside him. No one would harm Deshi. Deshi was his. If not forever, then for now, and if the boy ever went back among the idiotic humans, then he would remember the jungle cat that had possessed him for this little while.
    One finger became two, and he left Deshi's lips for his nipples, licking and nipping at them until the boy cried out. Fingers dove into his hair, tugged, and he grinned against Deshi's flesh. Muscles clung to his fingers, teased his senses. The heat of Deshi's body pulled at him, made him want to be restless, but the little whimpers of pained need forced him to remain slow in his foreplay. It was a reminder to him of how important connection was, how lonely he'd been before he'd found Deshi. The boy wasn't like the poachers, wasn't like other humans at all, and he stared down into the young face twisted with pleasure in awe. He might not understand most words out of Deshi's mouth, or Deshi understand his, but they'd come this far. Deshi knew his true form and still kissed him. Still wanted him.
    Deshi's body gave way ever so slightly around his fingers, and he took that as a sign that Deshi was ready, or at least as ready as one could be the first time. He knew it wouldn't be easy for Deshi, that it wouldn't be comfortable, but there was little more he could do to prepare Deshi for their joining. A rumble of a purr escaped him as he licked his way back up to Deshi's lips. He shifted until the tip of his sex nudged at Deshi's entrance, and he drizzled a little more oil into his palm to slick himself liberally with a low moan. Deshi looked up at him, and the boy's hands tightened in his hair and at his shoulder as he eased forward.
    He watched as pain and shock moved over Deshi's face, and the whimpering cry that came from the boy's throat was one of the most beautiful things he'd heard in so long. There were countless birds and beasts in the jungle, and each had its song to the creators, a special sound it made in moments like these. The sound of innocence being lost was a sacred thing, something he would hold close and cherish, even if Deshi never knew.
    His first thrust forward was slow, gentle. Even though the pressure was exquisite around him and all he wanted was to bury himself in a single snap of his hips, he kept a tight hold on his control. He refused to move too quickly as Deshi cried out and clung to him with trembling hands. "Wait," he breathed against Deshi's lips, keeping their eyes locked. It was his only advice, the only word he could think to say. Wait for it to get better. Wait for Deshi's body to adjust. It would only take a minute or two for most of the pain to subside. "Wait."
    A soft, pained sound fluttered against his lips, but he felt Deshi nod, and he smiled as he offered the boy another kiss. It was something he could do to distract from the pain as he rested against Deshi's body, joined with him as deeply as possible. Deshi was hot, tight around him—so very tight—and it took all his willpower to stay there for another minute, tasting the need on Deshi's lips. When he shifted, made that first true thrust, Deshi gasped against him, and he growled possessively. Deshi was his , and he would make this first time count, make it a memory that would see them both through the future, even if that future pulled them apart.
    He set