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“Gil!”
    Gilbert rumbled from behind him then speared his tongue into Jihu’s ass. The mewling sound that spilled from Jihu was more feline than human, as need tore through him, bringing his leopard to demand more.
    As if knowing Jihu’s thoughts, Gilbert pushed a finger into him, no slow and gentle thrust, but diving in and giving Jihu a hint of the pleasure to come. “More,” Jihu demanded, about to vibrate out of his skin. He rubbed his chest against the blanket, his nipples sensitive, the friction a wonderful addition to the symphony of arousal his body was singing with.
    Gilbert reached under him, once more showing his understanding of his mate, and pinched one nub. Jihu threw his head back and gasped, trying to keep from being too noisy. He didn’t want to wake Daniel up, not now.
    More thickness in his ass, another digit added, he thought. Gilbert confirmed it. “Going to have to really stretch this hole. Sweet little virgin hole, isn’t it?”
    Gilbert’s excitement was audible, it laced his voice and made Jihu’s groin tingle. “Yes, only you,” he grunted out, then Gilbert purred and began finger-fucking him, thrusting in and out in sharp movements. He went in deep, pushing another wanton sound from Jihu, then Jihu’s head buzzed and electricity raced from his ass to his tits and every point in between as Gilbert caressed something inside him.
    Jihu couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, not words at least. Gibberish fell from his lips as Gilbert kept at that spot. He was dimly aware of his hole burning, stretching, of his nipples being alternately pinched and stimulated, but nothing compared to that intense arousal growing deep inside him.
    “One more finger,” Gilbert said, his voice strained. Jihu couldn’t do anything but whimper, his need so great it was an ache in his ass only Gilbert could feel.
    “Soon, baby. Soon I’m gonna fuck this sweet little ass until you beg me to come, until I can’t do anything, see anything, feel anything, but you, gripping me.” Gilbert punctuated the statement with a bite to Jihu’s ass which only spiked his need.
    When Gilbert withdrew his fingers, Jihu cried out, pushing back, chasing them. “Gilbert, I—you—” he began, head and mouth trying to work together to express what he wanted.
    “I know what you need, same thing I need.” Gilbert poured something slick on his ass, rubbed it down to his hole before pushing his fingers back in. “Need to get you nice and wet for me. Spit was all right for the fingering, but with a cock my size, and you being a virgin, gotta have lots of lube.”
    Jihu didn’t care what they had to have, he just had to feel Gilbert fucking him soon or he’d go crazy. “Fuck me already,” he snapped, finding a surprising strength and a bit of temper. “I can’t wait any more!”
    Gilbert slapped his ass and Jihu shuddered, his cock pulsing, dangerously close to shooting his load. “Oh, you liked that?”
    “Yes,” Jihu admitted, raw with his arousal and unable and unwilling to lie. “But I’m gonna come if you do it again.”
    “Can’t have that,” Gilbert rumbled, then he removed his fingers from Jihu’s hole and lined up his cock instead. “Push out, okay?”
    “’Kay,” Jihu got out just as Gilbert began to press into his hole. “Fuck!” The burn was more intense than when Gilbert had used his fingers. It hurt, actually, and Jihu tensed all over.
    “Try to relax, baby,” Gilbert soothed, stroking his back and hip. “I know it hurts. There’s no way around that with a dick this size, but it’ll get so, so much better, I promise you.”
    Jihu nodded, rubbing a tear that slipped out onto the blanket. It was the strangest thing. The pain was awful, but in a weird way, he liked it. An erotic pain . He’d had no idea, but Jihu remembered Gilbert’s advice and pushed out. The pain didn’t ease exactly, but his pleasure increased as Gilbert’s cock sank deeper.
    “Oh God, please, please, more,” Jihu