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opened the tube of lubricant. He squirted a liberal amount
on his fingers and reached over to Preston’s cock.
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Preston hissed at his touch. “Fuck, lovely. If you keep on doing
that, I won’t be able to hold back.”
“I don’t want you to,” Layton replied. He coated Preston’s prick
with the slick liquid. When he was satisfied, he reached behind
himself and inserted two fingers inside his own passage. His own
touch was a poor substitute for Preston’s, but Layton had completely run out of patience. It just seemed like he’d waited to have Preston forever, and the foreplay had only increased the tension inside of him.
“Fuck, lovely.” Preston cursed under his breath. “If you could see
yourself. You’re so beautiful.”
“Thanks,” Layton breathed out. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
The final words came out as a moan as he accidentally brushed his
fingers over his prostate. It was so good, but oh, not enough. The only thing that could get him off was Preston fucking him, preferably hard and fast.
With that in mind, Layton removed his fingers out of his own ass.
Holding his mate’s gaze, he positioned himself over Preston’s prick.
Preston’s hands landed on his hips and steadied him. With the lynx’s help, Layton’s slowly lowered his body over Preston’s cock.
His consciousness dissolved into pure pleasure as Preston’s dick
pierced him. The feeling of being impaled, stretched to the maximum, took over his senses. Layton thought that surely, he could not take the whole of his mate’s cock, even if he’d been proven wrong before. But with each second that passed, more of Layton’s hard prick penetrated him, until, at last, he bottomed out, feeling Preston’s pubic hair
against his ass.
Preston didn’t move a muscle, the only signs that betrayed his
need the strain in his jaw and the heat in his eyes. He allowed Layton to get used to the feeling of being invaded. Layton was thankful for it, not because the penetration hurt. There was some discomfort, but not enough to deter Layton. However, if Preston moved now, it would all
be over before it began. Layton was so close to coming he could feel the orgasm already buzzing through him.
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He took a few moments and consciously pushed the pleasure
back. Then, slowly, he lifted his hips and, in one hard motion,
impaled himself on Preston’s cock once again. They both gasped at
the same time. The heat, the friction, the mere sensation of being
joined with his mate in the most intimate way two men could be, they all got to Layton’s brain, threatening his already frayed control.
Thankfully, from that point on, Preston took over. With a growl,
he started thrusting inside Layton’s ass. Layton met his every move, riding Preston’s cock furiously. Preston guided him down harder and
harder, his hands clenching around Layton’s naked hips. Claws
pressed against Layton’s fresh, and he loved the realization that at last, Preston had let go and lost control with him.
They lost themselves in the rhythm, in the passion and the pure
perfection of the moment. Layton fucked himself on Preston’s prick
harder and harder, his cries rising in volume, joining Preston’s grunts.
And still, Layton hung on, instinctively knowing there was something else he needed.
All of a sudden, Preston pushed him back against the furs,
changing their position. His cock never left Layton’s body. He started pounding Layton so hard the fur rug threatened to leave burns on
Preston’s back. Every thrust of the lynx’s cock against his prostate sent him flying closer to heaven. Preston thrashed under his mate,
now out of his mind with the need to come.
At last, Preston took pity on him. Sharp fangs suddenly struck,
embedding themselves in Layton’s neck. A scream echoed in the
room. Layton thought it might have been uttered by him, but he
couldn’t be sure. His mind and
on his fingers and reached over to Preston’s cock.
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Preston hissed at his touch. “Fuck, lovely. If you keep on doing
that, I won’t be able to hold back.”
“I don’t want you to,” Layton replied. He coated Preston’s prick
with the slick liquid. When he was satisfied, he reached behind
himself and inserted two fingers inside his own passage. His own
touch was a poor substitute for Preston’s, but Layton had completely run out of patience. It just seemed like he’d waited to have Preston forever, and the foreplay had only increased the tension inside of him.
“Fuck, lovely.” Preston cursed under his breath. “If you could see
yourself. You’re so beautiful.”
“Thanks,” Layton breathed out. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
The final words came out as a moan as he accidentally brushed his
fingers over his prostate. It was so good, but oh, not enough. The only thing that could get him off was Preston fucking him, preferably hard and fast.
With that in mind, Layton removed his fingers out of his own ass.
Holding his mate’s gaze, he positioned himself over Preston’s prick.
Preston’s hands landed on his hips and steadied him. With the lynx’s help, Layton’s slowly lowered his body over Preston’s cock.
His consciousness dissolved into pure pleasure as Preston’s dick
pierced him. The feeling of being impaled, stretched to the maximum, took over his senses. Layton thought that surely, he could not take the whole of his mate’s cock, even if he’d been proven wrong before. But with each second that passed, more of Layton’s hard prick penetrated him, until, at last, he bottomed out, feeling Preston’s pubic hair
against his ass.
Preston didn’t move a muscle, the only signs that betrayed his
need the strain in his jaw and the heat in his eyes. He allowed Layton to get used to the feeling of being invaded. Layton was thankful for it, not because the penetration hurt. There was some discomfort, but not enough to deter Layton. However, if Preston moved now, it would all
be over before it began. Layton was so close to coming he could feel the orgasm already buzzing through him.
The Seahorse Who Loved the Wrong Lynx
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He took a few moments and consciously pushed the pleasure
back. Then, slowly, he lifted his hips and, in one hard motion,
impaled himself on Preston’s cock once again. They both gasped at
the same time. The heat, the friction, the mere sensation of being
joined with his mate in the most intimate way two men could be, they all got to Layton’s brain, threatening his already frayed control.
Thankfully, from that point on, Preston took over. With a growl,
he started thrusting inside Layton’s ass. Layton met his every move, riding Preston’s cock furiously. Preston guided him down harder and
harder, his hands clenching around Layton’s naked hips. Claws
pressed against Layton’s fresh, and he loved the realization that at last, Preston had let go and lost control with him.
They lost themselves in the rhythm, in the passion and the pure
perfection of the moment. Layton fucked himself on Preston’s prick
harder and harder, his cries rising in volume, joining Preston’s grunts.
And still, Layton hung on, instinctively knowing there was something else he needed.
All of a sudden, Preston pushed him back against the furs,
changing their position. His cock never left Layton’s body. He started pounding Layton so hard the fur rug threatened to leave burns on
Preston’s back. Every thrust of the lynx’s cock against his prostate sent him flying closer to heaven. Preston thrashed under his mate,
now out of his mind with the need to come.
At last, Preston took pity on him. Sharp fangs suddenly struck,
embedding themselves in Layton’s neck. A scream echoed in the
room. Layton thought it might have been uttered by him, but he
couldn’t be sure. His mind and
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