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He couldn’t handle it anymore, and he could no longer stop his  hips from pumping wildly against Morgan’s mouth.

“Stop. I’m gonna come. Oh!”

He couldn’t even bring himself to reach down and push Morgan  away. He had to rely on Morgan doing that himself because, despite  his words, Terry didn’t want either of them to separate.

Thankfully, Morgan did as he was told quickly, and he had the  forethought to reach down and grab Terry around the base of his dick  before he could spill himself all over his stomach.

He was glad Morgan had thought of it, but made a noise of  disappointment that he didn’t yet have the release he wanted.

Morgan’s mouth, those wicked lips that had just been sucking his  cock, were now at Terry’s ear. “I’m going to fuck you into the  mattress, and only then, when my cock is inside your ass, are you  allowed to come.”

“Yes, yes. Do it!” Terry demanded.

Even as a teenager, he’d never been this horny before. If Morgan

didn’t put something inside of him right that second, he thought he

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would die.

He didn’t even notice where Morgan had gotten the lube from, but he scented it the instant the other man opened the cap. Morgan’s slick fingers pressing against his hole was the best feeling Terry ever had.  He thought me might come from that stimulation alone.

“You are so ready for me. Want me to fuck you?”

“Yeah,” Terry said, pressing back against those fingers.

Morgan must not have been joking because he pulled his fingers away quickly, apparently deciding that Terry really had enough preparation.

He probably didn’t require a lot due to the sex he and Morgan had been having when they were back at the cabin.

“Turn around, baby.”

Terry didn’t question it. He spun around as quickly as he could.  Morgan’s strong fingers grabbed a hold of his hips when he tried to climb fully back onto the mattress.

He looked behind him, confused now. “What are you doing?”

“Stay just like this,” Morgan said, staring down at the way Terry’s legs and ass were hanging over the side of the bed with hunger in his eyes. They’d turned gold in his lust.

“You’re perfect like this.”

Because he was the one with less experience, Terry trusted that  Morgan knew what he was doing and knew of the best ways to get him off. He held perfectly still.

Then he felt the blunt head of Morgan’s dick being guided into his hole. It burned, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle anymore, and because he gave no indication of pain, Morgan didn’t stop until his balls touched the back of Terry’s thighs.

“That’s it,” Morgan groaned then started to firmly yet slowly thrust his hips.

The push and pull of that heavy cock inside of him, touching everything, his inner walls, his prostate, was so good. That, coupled with the way Terry’s hips and his dick were pushed against the sheets

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beneath him, as though he was still being stroked and touched there as

well, was all he needed.

Terry gripped the bedsheets in his tight fists. He tried to thrust back, but really it was more of a shifting of hips on his part.

That was fine with him. He could do this forever. He didn’t want

it to end so soon, but the way Morgan moved inside of him was just  so good.

He clenched his anal walls around Morgan’s thrusting cock,  delighting in the groan Morgan let out, so he did it again.

“You. Are. Going. To kill. Me,” Morgan said, punctuating his  words with another deep thrust.

Terry thought they must look ridiculous like this, both half on top  of the bed like they were, but he would do this position as many times  as possible if it meant he could be fucked like this.

When Morgan showed signs of slowing down, Terry actually  panicked a little. “Don’t stop!”

With another deep groan, more of a growl, really, Morgan  pistoned his hips as quickly as though there was a real engine  powering him. His sighs and groaned turned into deep, wanting  moans, and the build of pressure that had come to a standstill for  Terry picked up again as he was fucked into the mattress.

There was no way he could fight this. He tried, and that only made  his cock and balls pulse and throb all the more after they tightened up  and released his cum onto the sheets beneath him.

He bit down on a pillow to muffle his shout, and he still felt little sparks of pleasure when he came down from his high, and Morgan was still thrusting inside of him until his whole body went stiff above  Terry’s and a warmth spurted inside of him.

The sound of Morgan’s satisfied breathing was hypnotic and lulling. It would have put him to sleep had it not been for the uncomfortable stickiness against his stomach.

Morgan pulled out of him gently, allowing Terry to gingerly get to his feet. They both looked down at Terry’s stomach, and at the bed,

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and then they laughed.

Terry leaned into Morgan’s chest, though he kept their stomachs  apart to prevent smearing Morgan with his cum.

“I’m glad you mated with me,” Terry said.

The feel of Morgan running his fingers through Terry’s hair was  all the more lulling. “I am, too.”

Terry stayed where he was for a moment, enjoying the feel of  Morgan’s warm skin and of his muscled arms wrapping around him.  He hesitated with what he had to say next, but he decided to just go  for it and let it out.

“I know we haven’t been mated for long―”

“It’ll be sixty hours by midnight,” Morgan said, jokingly.

Terry wasn’t joking. “Is it too early to tell you I love you?”

Morgan jerked, and he looked down at Terry with surprise in his

eyes.

Before the uncertainty could set in, Morgan smiled at him.

“No,” he said and then kissed him.

* * * *

“I want permission to hunt him, James.”

James sighed and rubbed his face at