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Authors: Deirdre O'Dare
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reach the plastic container, dipped a finger into the half-melted margarine, and spread it into Carl's ass. A second fingerful slicked onto his dick completed the preparations.
This time he did not pause, didn't even hesitate. He plunged between Carl's cheeks and thrust in, a long steady drive, doing his best to meet his partner's desire. Then it was thrust and draw back, rocking, twisting a little bit, accelerating as he began to lose control. Thought faded until there was only feeling.
Tight and hot, so good, sooo damn fucking good...
Then he came, giving a very feline yowl, pain and pleasure so intertwined there was no separating the sensations.
After he caught his breath, he realized the other man was trembling, holding a good part of their combined weight with his extended arms.
Zyl backed away then, pulling Carl's slighter body with him. He spun the other man around and again drew him close. "I hurt you, didn't I? I got carried away. I don't usually lose control that bad. Are you all right?"
Carl nodded, his face buried against Zyl's shoulder. "Not hurt," he murmured. "Well, maybe a little good hurt, but I'm fine. I needed that, wanted it."
"What can I do for you now? That was all about me and I'm not just a one way kind of guy. The first time, the other night, we were sharing. I want to share more."
Pulling back a bit, Carl reached and caught one of Zyl's hands. "Come on, then. Let's go to the other room, get on the bed. Right now I'm kind of worn out, but I'll be okay if I can lie down, lie down with you."
Zyl felt an illogical urge to pick Carl up and carry him, but he didn't. He wouldn't hurt the other man's pride for anything. He knew Carl was still unaware of his shifter strengths and how to tap into them when he needed to, but he'd learn. Teaching him would be one of Zyl's new self-appointed tasks. There was so much for them to explore, learn and do together. If only the powers would grant them that time...
* * * *
Despite his exhaustion that hit behind the fading rush of adrenaline and energy from the day's conflicts, Carl's whole being sang with elation. His doubts faded. He was one of them now, a real shifter. He'd done it on his own, as well as come back to his human form. Even better, he'd gotten past his habitual timidity and stepped up to be a spokesman and liaison between Were-kind and the rest of humanity.
It was still close to incredible to believe he'd stood there beside Zyl, stark naked, and talked to a bevy of reporters. Who would have thought? And last, definitely best of all, Zyl was back and they were together. Zyl had chosen to come with him instead of going with the local Were cell to plan, rehash and celebrate. Every intuitive sense told him they had a bond building, one that stood a good chance to last a lifetime.
He didn't think he had ever been happier. As he tugged on Zyl's hand to lead his new lover and partner back to the bedroom, it still felt like a first. He suspected the other night had been mostly about his first foray into the shifter world, but this was not. This was all about them.
Zyl stopped, pulling free. "Okay, so what do you want? What do you need? I'll do anything you ask. I mean, I got mine. I turned selfish and rough, more beast than gentleman there, but I couldn't help myself. I'll try not to let that happen again. You say I didn't hurt you, and I hope to hell you are not lying."
Carl shook his head. "I'll never lie to you, Zyl. I know shifters can mind-read, at least some, so you could check if you want to, but I'll never tell you anything that's not true."
"I'd never mind-read you. Friends and partners don't do that. There has to be trust."
Again, Carl nodded. "I know that. I think Were-kind is basically a lot more ethical than humans. That makes me proud to be a member. I know I've got a lot to learn, have to prove myself to the others, but with you beside me there isn't much I can't do."
Zyl smiled. "You'll learn to stand on your own four feet, too,
This time he did not pause, didn't even hesitate. He plunged between Carl's cheeks and thrust in, a long steady drive, doing his best to meet his partner's desire. Then it was thrust and draw back, rocking, twisting a little bit, accelerating as he began to lose control. Thought faded until there was only feeling.
Tight and hot, so good, sooo damn fucking good...
Then he came, giving a very feline yowl, pain and pleasure so intertwined there was no separating the sensations.
After he caught his breath, he realized the other man was trembling, holding a good part of their combined weight with his extended arms.
Zyl backed away then, pulling Carl's slighter body with him. He spun the other man around and again drew him close. "I hurt you, didn't I? I got carried away. I don't usually lose control that bad. Are you all right?"
Carl nodded, his face buried against Zyl's shoulder. "Not hurt," he murmured. "Well, maybe a little good hurt, but I'm fine. I needed that, wanted it."
"What can I do for you now? That was all about me and I'm not just a one way kind of guy. The first time, the other night, we were sharing. I want to share more."
Pulling back a bit, Carl reached and caught one of Zyl's hands. "Come on, then. Let's go to the other room, get on the bed. Right now I'm kind of worn out, but I'll be okay if I can lie down, lie down with you."
Zyl felt an illogical urge to pick Carl up and carry him, but he didn't. He wouldn't hurt the other man's pride for anything. He knew Carl was still unaware of his shifter strengths and how to tap into them when he needed to, but he'd learn. Teaching him would be one of Zyl's new self-appointed tasks. There was so much for them to explore, learn and do together. If only the powers would grant them that time...
* * * *
Despite his exhaustion that hit behind the fading rush of adrenaline and energy from the day's conflicts, Carl's whole being sang with elation. His doubts faded. He was one of them now, a real shifter. He'd done it on his own, as well as come back to his human form. Even better, he'd gotten past his habitual timidity and stepped up to be a spokesman and liaison between Were-kind and the rest of humanity.
It was still close to incredible to believe he'd stood there beside Zyl, stark naked, and talked to a bevy of reporters. Who would have thought? And last, definitely best of all, Zyl was back and they were together. Zyl had chosen to come with him instead of going with the local Were cell to plan, rehash and celebrate. Every intuitive sense told him they had a bond building, one that stood a good chance to last a lifetime.
He didn't think he had ever been happier. As he tugged on Zyl's hand to lead his new lover and partner back to the bedroom, it still felt like a first. He suspected the other night had been mostly about his first foray into the shifter world, but this was not. This was all about them.
Zyl stopped, pulling free. "Okay, so what do you want? What do you need? I'll do anything you ask. I mean, I got mine. I turned selfish and rough, more beast than gentleman there, but I couldn't help myself. I'll try not to let that happen again. You say I didn't hurt you, and I hope to hell you are not lying."
Carl shook his head. "I'll never lie to you, Zyl. I know shifters can mind-read, at least some, so you could check if you want to, but I'll never tell you anything that's not true."
"I'd never mind-read you. Friends and partners don't do that. There has to be trust."
Again, Carl nodded. "I know that. I think Were-kind is basically a lot more ethical than humans. That makes me proud to be a member. I know I've got a lot to learn, have to prove myself to the others, but with you beside me there isn't much I can't do."
Zyl smiled. "You'll learn to stand on your own four feet, too,
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