Lynx Northern Shifters 3

from the effort of keeping up, keeping his legs bent. It took a bit of work, but Trey slid his legs under Jonah and lifted him so he sat impaled on Trey’s lap, Trey’s feet on the floor and Trey’s arms wrapped around him. More intimate.
“Better?”
Jonah lolled his head back on Trey’s shoulder, and he touched Jonah’s cheek to turn him to face Trey. They kissed, Trey gentle now that all the fight had gone out of Jonah. Coming did that to a person, as did someone inside you the first time. This new position made it difficult for Trey to move, but maybe it was just as well. He wasn’t sure how much movement Jonah was ready for, and he wasn’t sure if he’d last a minute once he started his strokes.
So he kissed and caressed and nuzzled, tweaking Jonah’s nipple, running a palm down Jonah’s firm, muscled abdomen. They had all the time in the world now that he was inside Jonah. After a while, Trey wasn’t surprised to find Jonah had hardened again under all this stimulation.
“You’re back,” Trey murmured, yet again stroking Jonah, thinking about his own cock deep inside, ready to blow. He shifted, lifting Jonah slightly, a small stroke that nevertheless stimulated him, while bringing Trey closer to the edge.
Jonah whimpered.
“You were worried about coming earlier,” Trey whispered as Jonah hardened further. “But now I want you to come again.”
“I can hardly breathe. You’re so big, so close.”
Trey placed a palm on Jonah’s chest. “Breathe, baby, breathe.”
“I want you.” Jonah’s entire body trembled now, as it did sometimes when he was close.
“You have me.” He circled the areola of one taut nipple then returned to Jonah’s cock. “How do you want me?”
“I want you to move again.”
“Sure?”
“ Yes . Jesus would I say it if I wasn’t?”
Trey focused, lifting them both so they stood straddling the cot, Jonah falling forward and Trey holding him in place, because he was shaking so much. Trey pulled out, almost out, felt the muscle to be giving and flexible, Jonah entirely used to his presence, and he plunged back in.
“Trey,” Jonah breathed.
“God,” said Trey as he withdrew, pushed in again, feeling the dark warm welcome. His body was flying, he never wanted it to end and he couldn’t wait to reach the white fire that was coming. He pushed in a third and fourth time and Jonah’s ass clenched him, his body rippling beneath Trey’s, his lover coming again, and Trey could not stop, he kept moving even as his body seized with pleasure and he fell over into that timelessness when there was nothing but reaction and feeling.
He lost a moment there, not blacking out, but losing a certain awareness as he realized he was lying on top of a boneless Jonah with his full weight and he seemed incapable of doing anything about it. He didn’t know if he could speak and his throat became uncomfortably full. As he thought about what he should do, Jonah squeezed him yet again, because Trey was still inside him, though slowly withdrawing.
Trey backed up, tried to stand and found his legs trembling. Turning over onto his back, Jonah looked up, solemn, and reached for Trey, pulling him into his embrace, pulling a sleeping bag over them both, taking both their full weights.
Trey had meant to be more graceful in the finishing of it, had meant to clean them both up and maybe talk about what happened. But his throat remained thick with emotion and his body lax and a little shaky in the after-throes of their lovemaking.
“We’re going to sleep now,” Jonah said, his voice deep and slurry, and he wrapped an arm around Trey’s head, forcing him to use Jonah’s shoulder as a pillow.
Trey did as he was told.

Chapter Ten
    The next day was sharp and clean, bright blue, and they used it to wash and clean everything, the freezing wind drying out the bedding and clothes in a surprisingly short time.
As the day progressed, the wind changed, increased, and the sky began to blur while the sun was setting.
“Another storm coming,” Jonah declared, breathing in the smell of snow to come. Beside him, Trey nodded, scenting it too.
They stood outside, huddled together for warmth but wanting the fresh air. Jonah kissed Trey on the cheek and said, “I’ve never been so happy.”
But it was a solemn declaration, not joyous like it might have been yesterday, when he’d been reeling, in the best way possible, by how Trey had loved him. Even now, thinking of how Trey had possessed him—and