Lynx Northern Shifters 3

and fucking him.
Another time. He wasn’t quite sure Jonah knew about anal sex, his education so strangely spotty, entirely dependent on which books his mother had managed to pick up at the few library sales she’d plundered. Trey had toyed with the idea of discussing anal sex beforehand, but decided a demonstration was in order. He knew they might not actually engage in intercourse, but he thought he could convince Jonah that anal play had its rewards.
Trey tweaked Jonah’s nipple and Jonah forgot what he was asking. He rinsed and sudsed the cloth again, brought it to Jonah’s engorged penis.
“Jesus, that feels good. You’re taking so long to touch me.” Still Jonah kept his arms out but now his body was shaking.
“Arms down,” Trey said softly as he cleaned Jonah’s head, shaft and balls.
Jonah placed an arm on Trey’s. “I think I’m getting a little embarrassed. You’re not going to…”
“Patience.”
“What kind of answer is that?”
“Back up and bend forward.”
“Trey.”
But Trey didn’t answer, he just placed one hand on Jonah’s cock, thumb stroking the slit how Jonah liked it. With his free arm, he bent Jonah forward. “Trust me,” he murmured.
Then he dipped the cloth in and began washing Jonah’s ass, the cheeks first.
“I trust you.” Jonah’s breathing was choppy now. “But what are you doing?”
“Cleaning you.”
“But why?”
“Does it turn you on?”
No answer.
“It turns me on. You’re so beautiful.” Trey ran the cloth along Jonah’s crack, not stopping at the hole, but running back and forth.
Panting, Jonah’s face had flushed deep red. Trey paused to rinse the cloth and again ran the soft cloth up and down the crack, over and over Jonah’s tender hole.
“Trey?” This time there was no warning in Jonah’s voice, rather a question, thready, unsure, asking for reassurance.
“I’m here,” and Trey pumped Jonah’s weeping cock once but no more, not wanting him to come yet. He let go of the washcloth and picked up the soap, made his hand slick and dropped it. “Turn your head and kiss me.”
Jonah twisted his neck, opened his mouth, and Trey dived in, reassuring with his tongue and lips, waiting for Jonah’s breath to even out and for the kiss to distract him from what was next. Once Jonah’s tongue began mating with Trey’s, he ran a finger across Jonah’s crack and he stiffened again, pulled back, eyes wide and dark and blurred with passion.
They stared at each other as Trey traced a soapy finger around the tight outer muscle of Jonah’s anus.
“Ungh.” Jonah let his head fall on Trey’s shoulder.
Trey took that as a yes and pushed through, his slick finger sliding in easily.
Jonah stiffened again, lifting his head, staring at Trey who didn’t move. There was no fear or distress in Jonah’s open face, only question.
“Okay?” asked Trey, wrapping his palm around Jonah’s cock.
“Oh my God.” Jonah’s chest heaved once, his entire body tightening, a signal he would come.
So Trey released Jonah’s cock, not willing for it to be over yet, at least that way. He slid his finger in and out of Jonah whose gaze went unfocused, whose arms came around Trey’s middle, holding on hard. Tight gasps came panting out of Jonah, and Trey had this terrible, strong desire to turn him sideways and impale him on his cock.
Slow, slow, he told himself and pulled out that finger, traced the responsive outer muscle. Then he removed his finger and sat beside Jonah, breathing hard himself.
All of a sudden Jonah pushed back and took himself in hand.
Trey moved quickly, grabbing Jonah’s wrist. “No.”
“I didn’t come,” Jonah protested.
“Neither did I,” Trey pointed out.
“Jesus, Trey, I think we can figure out a way to fix that. I’m so fucking close. Are you?” “Did you like that?”
Jonah’s jaw dropped. “We’re going to analyze this now? No fucking way.” He shifted to straddling the bench, facing Trey.
“We better before I fuck you.”
“Fuck my mouth.” Jonah pulled at Trey’s waistband, freeing his dick. He wrapped a strong hand around Trey. “Jesus, you’re hard. Why are you punishing us both?”
Before Jonah could lower his mouth to Trey, he grabbed his lover in both hands and kissed. Jonah fought, wanting more, wanting to touch Trey or himself, and Trey found himself pushing Jonah backward, caging his arms to his sides so the only thing Jonah could do was kiss Trey back. This time Jonah wouldn’t let Trey keep control of