Lynx Northern Shifters 3

“You know that, right?”
“I know.” Jonah rubbed against Trey, his touch making Jonah relax. “You haven’t come today.”
“I will. I’m a little older, I have to conserve my energy.”
Privately Jonah thought it might have something to do with the fact that Trey wasn’t quite so absolutely enthralled by Jonah as Jonah was with Trey. But as Trey mouthed the tendon at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, Jonah knew that Trey cared, knew that Trey had a hard time not touching him. And that counted for something, maybe for a lot. It was a bit hard judging these things, given his total lack of experience. Jonah just had to believe.
“So much thinking,” Trey observed. “Hard to feel when you think too much.”
Jonah let out a full-body sigh as his dick hardened, coming to attention. “Hard not to think when you’re leaving.”
“I know.” Trey took him by the hand and tugged him over to the cot. Quickly, almost dispassionately except for the intensity of his gaze, he undressed Jonah and himself, then lay down. At Jonah’s frown, he smiled up. “You needn’t worry. I’m easy.”
Jonah wasn’t entirely sure what Trey meant but decided that if in doubt, kissing was the best thing. So he went to Trey, nuzzled his cheek and kissed, waiting for Trey to take over. When he didn’t Jonah went further, kissing harder, demanding a response until Trey’s hand was fisting Jonah’s hair while his other arm banded across Jonah’s back, holding him tight, taking Jonah’s breath, overwhelming him in all the right ways.
They rubbed against each other, finding friction, finding a rhythm. Jonah wasn’t sure how long it went on, though it was beautiful, beautiful and simple, and then Trey was groaning, arching his back under him, coming against their bellies.
Jonah kept kissing, though Trey’s fight had gone out of him with his orgasm. His mouth was still warm and welcoming and tender, as if he could kiss like this forever, but he let Jonah control it. Finally Jonah broke off, heaved a breath and realized he was beaming down at Trey. “You came before me.”
Trey’s eyes were dark as midnight, except for a thin iris of blue. “Stay there,” he said, his words slightly slurred as he used his own come to slick Jonah’s penis. “Do you still want to come inside me?”
Jonah nodded once.
“I am very relaxed. You’re not going to hurt me. Okay?”
Again Jonah nodded.
With that, Trey shifted Jonah back and Jonah assumed he would turn around, but instead he lifted his powerful legs onto Jonah’s shoulders. They remained facing each other as Jonah was positioned at Trey’s entrance. “Move forward.”
Tentatively, Jonah pressed against Trey’s hole, worried, remembering how long Trey had worked him before he’d actually thrust inside.
“We’re all different. Trust me.”
Jonah pushed and Trey opened up, the circle of muscle tight but giving as his head entered Trey. “Okay?” he said thickly, overcome by how incredible this felt, trying not to lose it here and now. The muscle’s strong grip was about to pull him over the edge.
Trey grinned and shifted downwards, and Jonah pushed forward all the way in at once. The warmth, the powerful, sure hold of Trey, the sensation of coming home—Jonah’s entire body seized. “Trey?”
“I’ve got you.”
He panted, trying not to lose it in the next second. He managed to grit out, “I can’t… I’m going to…”
“Do it. Just stay with me.” Trey caressed Jonah’s cheek and Jonah turned his face into the palm, a kiss that managed to take him away from the edge.
He pulled out, pushed in again, his eyes rolling back in his effort to make this last. But the third time he stroked into Trey was the last, as he ejaculated before he wanted to, and he was almost sobbing with need even as that need was being answered.
He’d wanted it to last longer. He managed to say as much while Trey held him in his arms, murmuring that Jonah was beautiful and wonderful and exactly what he wanted.
Jonah buried himself in Trey’s neck, breathing shakily, and he didn’t know if it was because it was the first time he’d been inside Trey or because it was last.
Soon Trey would be gone.
Suddenly Jonah felt exhausted, the tension between learning so much about his body, about Trey’s body, about what they could be together, and knowing they would not see each other again for a long, long time. So Jonah closed his eyes against Trey’s skin and listened to his lover comfort