Lynx Northern Shifters 3

the kiss, even if he was under Trey, being crushed by his weight. Eventually Trey gave up controlling their mouths, as long as he controlled the rest of what Jonah was doing, and Jonah delved deep into Trey, a kind of fury in his kiss.
It took a while for Jonah to end it and they lay there, Trey resting his forehead against Jonah’s. “I told you to be patient.”
Jonah’s eyes were huge, and he lifted his legs to bracket Trey’s body. “Fuck me.”
“Do you know what you’re saying?”
“I can put two and two together.”
“Anal intercourse, have you heard of it?”
Jonah shook his head.
“It means I fuck your ass. I can make it good for you. Is that what you want?”
Jonah nodded once, breathing heavily.
“It might hurt, the stretching. You can tell me to stop at any time.”
“Okay.” One word, a bare murmur.
“What did you think of my finger in you?”
“ Trey . You talk too much.”
Trey grinned. “Let’s go over to the cot.” Then he rose, gathering the oil Jonah used for cooking. He plopped down on the cot to face Jonah, poured some oil in the palm of his hand, and slicked up his cock, watching Jonah watch him pump himself.
Slowly, Jonah sat up from the bench, his eyes now lidded, a sultry expression on his face that dispelled all of Trey’s fears—this had nothing to do with violence—and he walked over to Trey.
“I talk too much, eh,” said Trey as he turned Jonah around and maneuvered him so he was face down on the cot, rump in the air. He palmed the hard muscle of Jonah’s ass. Beautiful. Yeah, it was nicer to face each other, but Trey felt he’d have more control this way, less likely to hurt Jonah. Facing each other would have to happen another time.
“Not really,” said Jonah, voice muffled by the bedding. A little subdued. Perhaps he expected Trey to plunge in.
Trey bent down far enough to lick Jonah’s sac, then suck on his balls.
“Oh,” said Jonah, almost like relief, and Trey suspected he was hoping Trey would pump his dick. Not yet, though. Trey released Jonah’s sac and lapped backward, over Jonah’s hole, and was rewarded by Jonah’s groan. Back and forth he went, then around, teasing the opening with his tongue, convincing Jonah to loosen.
The throaty moan had begun, accompanied by, “Trey, I need to come or I’m going to die.”
Trey removed his mouth from eating Jonah’s ass. “Soon, I promise.”
Then he placed the head of his slick cock against Jonah’s soft entrance, didn’t push, simply held it there. Jonah tensed a little and Trey slid a hand between Jonah’s legs to wrap fingers around Jonah’s shaft. “Don’t worry, Jonah. You need to come.”
“God, yes.”
“I want you to come.” He just held the too-hard cock. “Can you come like this?”
“Yes, no, maybe.” Jonah was panting again.
“I love the noises you make when we’re making love,” Trey murmured, and Jonah keened while Trey traced his slit with his thumb. “Can you come like this?”
“Ugh.”
Trey pumped once. At the same time he applied some pressure to Jonah’s hole, the head of his cock sensitive against Jonah’s warm, tender tissue. Trey feared he’d go off before he entered Jonah. Though God knows there were worse things to fear.
The ragged breathing encouraged Trey and he pumped again, pushed further.
“ Trey ,” Jonah shouted and his anus opened, letting Trey slide in just as his cock released its seed into Trey’s moving hand. Trey didn’t stop moving up and down Jonah’s now-slick-with-his-own-come cock, didn’t stop caressing Jonah’s shaft and head, even while he slid all the way home, his balls to Jonah’s butt.
Something deep and guttural emerged from Jonah’s chest, and Trey ran a palm along Jonah’s spine, not moving, now that he was home. It had been so long since he’d done this, and never when it had felt so right. Quinn had only topped.
“Jonah? You need to tell me how you are.”
“I don’t know.” He sounded winded, exhausted. Still adjusting to Trey being inside him.
“Should I pull out?”
“ No . God, no. I just…” He slammed the cot with his fist. “Overwhelmed.”
“We can stop.” With supreme effort, Trey started to pull back and Jonah’s muscles clenched around him.
“No.” Jonah gasped as Trey pushed back in. “Jesus, so much…no stopping. Please, Trey.”
“Should we stay like this then?”
“What?”
“Did you like the movement or do you like me staying still?”
Jonah’s body was trembling under his now,