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was a werewolf and would  still be able to enjoy it if they went without, just like the last time, but

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    that wasn’t good enough for Morgan. The last time they’d been  caught up in claiming each other. Now it was more about just the two  of them enjoying each others’ bodies. Morgan didn’t know if that  would be the same, or even enough for Terry to be able to handle  what was to come.
    “Let me up, I need to get something,” he said.
    Terry’s eyes went wide. “What? Where are you going?”
    He asked the question as though he thought Morgan might not be  coming back.
    Morgan quickly planted a chaste kiss on his lips. “Don’t worry. I  just have to grab something really quick.”
    Reluctantly, Terry loosened his legs and allowed Morgan to climb  out of bed. He could feel the younger man’s eyes on him as he jogged  into the bathroom.
    If the owners of this place used it as a summer house, then there was bound to be some hand cream, lotion, or sunscreen, or anything that he could use.
    Morgan started searching through the bottom cupboard beneath the sink first, moving towels and other items around in a sloppy fashion until he found what he was looking for.
    He sighed. It was one of those big bottles of hand cream with a pump. One of the nicer brands that would be of some actual use to them, and judging by the weight of the thing there was still plenty inside. Thank God.
    Morgan returned to bed, and he watched through the darkness as  Terry’s eyes went from curious to eager at the sight of the bottle.  Yeah, he knew what it was for.
    “Lie back,” he said, and Terry did as he was told as Morgan  brought the bottle under the covers with them, and settled back  between Terry’s legs.
    “You’re going to like it so much more with this,” Morgan said. As  he wet his fingers with the lotion and trailed them down to Terry’s  asshole, he kept his eyes on the other man’s face. He loved the way

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    those pale-green eyes widened slightly at the intrusion, the way his  pink lips parted when Morgan began thrusting them inside of him,  stretching him.
    Morgan especially loved the way Terry’s breathing became quick  and how his hands gripped Morgan’s back until his fingernails dug  into the skin.
    Morgan began scissoring his fingers, making absolutely sure that  Terry was going to be ready for him. Though they’d done this without any sort of lubrication, other that Morgan’s saliva, earlier today, that didn’t mean he could just shove into the other man now that they had something that could be used to ease the way. Werewolf or not, preparations still needed to be made. They’d been consumed by lust and the need to mate the last time, but now, even though he could hardly stand it, Morgan needed to be patient. He was going to do this right.
    All that went out the window when Morgan’s fingers brushed up against that spongy nub inside of his mate, and Terry threw his head back into the pillows and arched his back.
    His hips were gyrating wildly now. “Fuck me, Morgan. I want it now. I’m ready.”
    That was more than enough invitation for him. By now Morgan had to shove off the blankets covering them just to be able to do this right without anything getting in his way or preventing him from seeing.
    The cold air on their heated bodies felt good, and Terry moaned again at it. Morgan’s cock jumped in response, and he had to take it in hand and quickly grip the base to keep himself from coming before he was inside of his lover.
    Just touching himself was enough to give him a jolt of pleasure that was difficult to fight against. “Fuck, I love the sounds you make.”
    “Yes,” Terry hissed, though whether he was moaning his agreement for what Morgan was doing or just giving Morgan more of those sounds he liked, he couldn’t be sure.

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