Jon didn’t know what he expected as he came out of the bathroom, drying his hair, but he came close to choking on his tongue when he saw Dirk sprawled across the bed naked and reading the back of the lube package. The reading part was cute. Jon knew Dirk was nervous about their claiming. But the rest of it – damn, Dirk was put together nicely.

He could study that face for hours. Dirk wasn’t pretty; there was no softness in the angular planes of his face. His high cheek bones were separated by a straight nose. His keen, dark eyes were topped with eyebrows that rose in a sexy curve. His lips came together in a perfect straight line, framed by carefully trimmed dark hair. Even his ears, something Jon didn’t usually notice, sat primly against his head, their tips only slightly sharper than normal. Damp black hair that held a wavy curl as it fell around his face; Jon knew not one lock of it would dare fall across his face.

As for the body attached to that face? Jon dropped his towel and climbed on the bed. He wanted a closer look. Long muscled legs – yum. A broad chest, strongly tanned and thick pectorals, decorated with broad flat nipples that pebbled under his gaze. There was something else; something Jon couldn’t quite make out, but Jon focused on what he could see and feel. Dirk’s nervousness was mind related; his body was attuned to every move Jon made.

“Interesting reading?” He asked, moving close but resisting his compulsion to touch.

“I’ve just never had to…you know.” Dirk waved the lube in his hand.

“Never done anal with a woman?” Jon could be direct even if he didn’t want to know the answer.

“Didn’t see the need.” Dirk’s cheeks took on a fetching pink color.

Jon didn’t want to think of the implications behind those words but then, within a blink, he found he didn’t have to think at all. He hissed as Dirk’s body covered his and there was no disguising his eagerness. “Never felt like this,” Dirk muttered as Jon tilted his neck to make room for his mate’s hot mouth. “Never felt this urge to completely meld with another person’s body and never let go.”

Jon agreed. He’d had sex. He wasn’t a virgin, by anyone’s standards. But his cock was threatening a revolt if it didn’t get some action soon and that was new. He was usually a take it or leave it sort of guy. Hooking his leg over Dirk’s, Jon put his hands to good use. The ends of his fingers tingled as they ran over Dirk’s skin. Not a hint of hair anywhere; just smooth skin that rippled under his touch.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Dirk confessed against his neck.

Running his hands down Dirk’s back, Jon grabbed onto the globes of his ass. Just like the rest of his mate, hard and solid, they were the epitome of buns of steel. “I can show you. Claim you first. Then you can have your turn.” Because there was no way Jon was leaving the motel until he’d felt Dirk’s spunk run out of his ass.

Dirk froze, just for a second, then Jon’s front chilled as Dirk rolled onto his back. “Do your worst,” he muttered.

Well, there’s a vote of confidence.

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I want this. We need to do this. Why in the hell can’t I relax? Dirk’s mind was a jumbled mess. Claiming involved sex. He understood that. The pair would exchange bites. That part was easy. Apparently, it allowed the animal halves of a couple to bond at the height of intimacy between the human forms. Spunk and blood, his father told him centuries ago. In bonded pairs, the bite healed but the act itself was enough to signify the animal halves accepted each other. In mated pairs…Fuck, I’ll have a scar. Every time I shift people will see it. Jon will wear one too, though….

“I’m not doing a very good job of holding your attention,” Jon commented drily. Dirk felt an unnatural urge to apologize but as he opened his mouth to do so, a groan fell from his lips instead as the head of his cock was suddenly engulfed and sucked like a lollipop. Sucked firmly by someone who knew what he was doing and if the humming around his length was any indication, someone who enjoyed it.

His legs falling open, Dirk closed his eyes and sunk into the heady feeling of being pleasured. The pressure on his length was perfectly firm; the way Jon nibbled and licked under his crown made his knees tremble. In that moment, Dirk would have given away the greatest treasure in his hoard provided Jon didn’t stop. But Jon wasn’t sucking for treasure. A foreign finger brushed over an area Dirk had only given cursory notice to before and as he tensed at the different sensation, Jon renewed his sucking efforts.

I have to see. Opening his eyes, Dirk grabbed a pillow, stuffing it under his head. Jon kneeled between his legs, a golden tanned beauty, with his hair flopping over his face as he bobbed up and down on Dirk’s dick. As Dirk watched, entranced, Jon’s eyes flicked up and he winked, his lips stretched wide and covered in spit. There is no way I’m giving this up, Dirk thought as he felt his ass being breached.

I want this, I want this. The steady mental chant kept Dirk grounded as he rocked between the finger and Jon’s sinful mouth. When one digit became two, Dirk fisted the covers with one hand and brushed his hand over Jon’s head with the other. Jon moaned his encouragement which sent tingles through Dirk’s hardened length. Oh, yeah, do that again. Jon’s hair was still slightly damp but silky soft as Dirk threaded it through his fingers.

His balls tight and heavy, Dirk could feel his orgasm build. He braced himself, his feet flat on the mattress, his thighs trembling with effort as his body readied himself for what would be a massive cock explosion. The fingers carefully opening his hole were no longer an issue as they weren’t there, but then suddenly the delicious pressure on his cock stopped too.

“Hey!” Dirk glared at his unrepentant lover who was quickly coating his own cock with lube.

“I want you to come on my cock.” Jon knelt up and Dirk realized what he meant.

“Now?” His voice did not squeak…much.

The pressure from Jon’s hips forced his legs wider as Jon loomed over him. Dirk couldn’t see what was going on between his legs but he soon felt it. “Breathe out. Push out,” Jon ordered softly, his voice holding a husky edge. “Breathe out,” he said again as Dirk felt pressure on his anal muscles.

Oh My Fucking God. How do men do this? Every instinct in Dirk’s human body screamed at him to push Jon away. His cock lay limp on his groin as the pressure on his ass increased. Dirk heard harsh panting and looked up at Jon’s serene face. That’s me panting? Fuck. I can’t do this.

“Watch me. Look at me, and for goodness’ sake, breathe.”

I am breathing. I’m fucking hyperventilating, but Dirk did as Jon asked. Staring into Jon’s brilliant blue eyes, he saw pride, peace, and a wave of happiness that seemed to fill the room. Suddenly his anxiety eased. Jon wasn’t pushing him. He must have the patience of a saint, but as Dirk’s muscles adjusted to the invasion of his most private part, that peace settled into his soul. This is right. This is what I needed and even as that thought ran through his brain, Dirk’s body accepted the inevitable and Jon slid home.