the overwhelming stimulation.
There was no sense of pleasure for either man. This was something Stefan needed to do for Anton. It was something Anton merely needed.
But as Stef rose, Anton shuttered his expression, turned away without looking at him, and leaned against the shower wall. Resting his forehead on his folded arms, he said, I need more, Stef. Please.
Are you sure?
Anton merely nodded. His shoulders were bowed, his body submissive as he leaned forward with the water sluicing off his back and buttocks. Stef was hard. He’d planned to jerk off to ease the pressure, not ask Anton to help him. He’d certainly not planned to take him like this. Not now, but there was no doubt in his mind this was what Anton wanted.
Instead of asking why, he merely used soap to ease the way without any preliminaries at all. He’d do this the way he sensed Anton wanted him—hard and fast, the same way he’d sucked him off. Stef rubbed the bar of soap across Anton’s taut sphincter and then took his cock in his hand. He brushed the broad head through the soap and then pressed forward.
Anton adjusted his stance. Stefan filled him, fascinated as always by the way the thick head of his cock reformed and stretched Anton’s tightly puckered ass as he entered. Slowly at first, he breached the taut ring of muscle, slipping the broad head through, easing his entire length inside until he was buried balls deep. His pubic hair brushed Anton’s buttocks. He felt the slight tickle when his balls brushed against Anton’s.
Stef held still for a moment, giving Anton time to adjust to this sensual invasion. He was big and hard, and they’d not done this for quite some time, not with Stef topping Anton. Usually, when they were together, Anton took the dominant role.
It was only right—he would always be the dominant male in Stef’s life. Even now, Stef knew that he merely did as Anton wished. His status within the pack wasn’t something Stefan ever questioned. He didn’t doubt his inner resolve, his alpha qualities, or his position as Anton’s second. He would always be there for the man he loved, no matter what Anton asked of him.
It was what it was, accepted and honored.
Just as all of them accepted and honored the changes in their lives. Parenthood had been the biggest. It had enriched them, yet it had also stolen so many freedoms they’d once taken for granted. For creatures ruled by an unforgiving libido, by the need to shift and run as wolves, the new restraints of parenthood had been a major adjustment.
Their lives were now filled with give and take, with compromise and sharing of child care amongst themselves in order to give each bonded pair the time they needed on their own, and yet Stefan knew none of them would change the way their lives were now. Parenthood was a two-edged sword—it made them stronger, better people, but it also made them vulnerable.
Love worked that way. Strengthened them, even as it came with its own baggage, its own set of rules. Yet Stef freely admitted that in spite of the fears for his children’s future, his worries over their day-to-day lives, his life was richer, fuller because of their love.
Even in times like this, when fear overrode the joy, when everything seemed to be spinning out of control.
Well . . . not entirely. After a few seconds, Anton nodded that he could go on. Even taking Stef up his ass, the man was still the über alpha, still in charge.
Thank the Goddess, some things never changed.
Smiling to himself, Stefan planted his hands on the wall above Anton’s shoulders, braced beneath the shower’s spray, and began to move. His hips rocked forward with each hard thrust. He held nothing back. Not this time.
He heard Anton’s soft grunts as he plowed into him, penetrating deep, using all the strength in his back and hips, in the practiced buck and sway of one man dominating another. Their bodies slapped together in an ever-increasing rhythm. Stefan picked up speed, going
There was no sense of pleasure for either man. This was something Stefan needed to do for Anton. It was something Anton merely needed.
But as Stef rose, Anton shuttered his expression, turned away without looking at him, and leaned against the shower wall. Resting his forehead on his folded arms, he said, I need more, Stef. Please.
Are you sure?
Anton merely nodded. His shoulders were bowed, his body submissive as he leaned forward with the water sluicing off his back and buttocks. Stef was hard. He’d planned to jerk off to ease the pressure, not ask Anton to help him. He’d certainly not planned to take him like this. Not now, but there was no doubt in his mind this was what Anton wanted.
Instead of asking why, he merely used soap to ease the way without any preliminaries at all. He’d do this the way he sensed Anton wanted him—hard and fast, the same way he’d sucked him off. Stef rubbed the bar of soap across Anton’s taut sphincter and then took his cock in his hand. He brushed the broad head through the soap and then pressed forward.
Anton adjusted his stance. Stefan filled him, fascinated as always by the way the thick head of his cock reformed and stretched Anton’s tightly puckered ass as he entered. Slowly at first, he breached the taut ring of muscle, slipping the broad head through, easing his entire length inside until he was buried balls deep. His pubic hair brushed Anton’s buttocks. He felt the slight tickle when his balls brushed against Anton’s.
Stef held still for a moment, giving Anton time to adjust to this sensual invasion. He was big and hard, and they’d not done this for quite some time, not with Stef topping Anton. Usually, when they were together, Anton took the dominant role.
It was only right—he would always be the dominant male in Stef’s life. Even now, Stef knew that he merely did as Anton wished. His status within the pack wasn’t something Stefan ever questioned. He didn’t doubt his inner resolve, his alpha qualities, or his position as Anton’s second. He would always be there for the man he loved, no matter what Anton asked of him.
It was what it was, accepted and honored.
Just as all of them accepted and honored the changes in their lives. Parenthood had been the biggest. It had enriched them, yet it had also stolen so many freedoms they’d once taken for granted. For creatures ruled by an unforgiving libido, by the need to shift and run as wolves, the new restraints of parenthood had been a major adjustment.
Their lives were now filled with give and take, with compromise and sharing of child care amongst themselves in order to give each bonded pair the time they needed on their own, and yet Stefan knew none of them would change the way their lives were now. Parenthood was a two-edged sword—it made them stronger, better people, but it also made them vulnerable.
Love worked that way. Strengthened them, even as it came with its own baggage, its own set of rules. Yet Stef freely admitted that in spite of the fears for his children’s future, his worries over their day-to-day lives, his life was richer, fuller because of their love.
Even in times like this, when fear overrode the joy, when everything seemed to be spinning out of control.
Well . . . not entirely. After a few seconds, Anton nodded that he could go on. Even taking Stef up his ass, the man was still the über alpha, still in charge.
Thank the Goddess, some things never changed.
Smiling to himself, Stefan planted his hands on the wall above Anton’s shoulders, braced beneath the shower’s spray, and began to move. His hips rocked forward with each hard thrust. He held nothing back. Not this time.
He heard Anton’s soft grunts as he plowed into him, penetrating deep, using all the strength in his back and hips, in the practiced buck and sway of one man dominating another. Their bodies slapped together in an ever-increasing rhythm. Stefan picked up speed, going
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