Page 35 of Squirrel Hunt

Dahy did and while he was busy undressing, Konrad opened the bedside table drawer. Before Dahy had let go of the sweats, Konrad reached for him, and Dahy straddled him anew, moaning as they were skin against skin. Lubed fingers slid over his opening, and he rubbed against Konrad.

“Been a long time.”

“I’ll go slow.”

Dahy grimaced and shook his head. He didn’t want slow. Konrad laughed and pulled him down for a kiss at the same time as he pushed a finger into him. Dahy hissed into his mouth but soon lost himself to the sensation. Konrad’s lips were hungry against his, his tongue caressing Dahy’s at the same time as he gently moved his finger in and out of Dahy’s body. Heat was licking at his insides, and he ground his aching cock against Konrad’s belly while feeding him needy little whimpers.

Konrad lined up another finger and slowly pushed in. Dahy stilled, then a purr slipped out. Konrad froze. “What was that sound?”

“Nothing.”

“You purred. Are you a cat?”

Dahy slapped his shoulder and rolled his hips to get him to move his fingers. “I’m not a cat.”

Konrad moved in and out of him, slow but determined, and Dahy squirmed and moaned. Heat was building, and another purr slipped out.

“I’m gonna Google squirrel purring.” Konrad made a motion to pull out and reach for his phone.

“Konrad!”

Laughing, Konrad turned them, so Dahy was on his back again. Then he slid his fingers out of him but when he reached toward the bedside table it was for the lube he’d placed on top of it, not the phone. He slicked his cock and crept closer to Dahy. “Are you going to purr for me?”

Dahy rolled his eyes, but as Konrad tossed the bottle away and guided himself to Dahy’s entrance, he focused on relaxing.

“I’ll be…” Konrad whispered against his ear as the warm head nudged against him, and Dahy blew out a breath. “…gentle.”

The pressure increased and soon Konrad slipped inside. They moaned in unison. “Feels so fucking good, Dahy.”

Dahy nodded. He was sure it would be good soon. He rolled his hips, and Konrad pushed in deeper. Heat erupted, and Dahy closed his eyes. Konrad moved slowly, one hand gently caressing Dahy’s thigh.

“Wait.”

Konrad stilled, and Dahy pushed at him. “I want to be on my hands and knees.”

“Oh, okay.”

Dahy rolled out from underneath him and positioned himself. “Come on.”

Konrad grabbed his hips and was pushing in anew, this time a growl vibrated through him, and Dahy answered it with a purr. A shiver danced over his skin, and he reached for his aching cock. “Oh, fuck.” He widened his stance, rested his head on his forearm, and pushed against Konrad at the same time as he fisted his length.

Konrad’s hold on his hips tightened, and he increased the tempo of his thrusts. Stars danced behind Dahy’s eyelids, and he almost believed he was dreaming. Though there had never been growls in his dreams.

“Konrad.” He didn’t know what he was pleading for, more of the same.

“I’ve got you.” He pushed Dahy’s hand away and wrapped his fingers around Dahy’s straining cock. “Feels so good. So tight and hot. I could fuck you forever.”

Dahy grunted in reply because he didn’t think he’d last much longer. The noises leaving him grew in volume.

“You’re mine.”

He nodded, and as he did Konrad groaned. “Forever. Mine, Dahy.”

Goosebumps washed over Dahy’s skin and urgency built. His muscles were growing tighter, his fingers curling in the bedding, and a broken moan building in his throat. Every touch, every thrust brought him higher. His skin buzzed, and his body was afire.

The next time Konrad pushed into him; his body locked. Bright colors exploded in his mind as he erupted. Heat, hotter than anything he’d ever experienced, threatened to suffocate him at the same time as Konrad snarled viciously. He wrapped his arms around Dahy and allowed them to drop onto the bed. As the heat continued to build, Dahy had a moment of panic. What had they done? He rubbed at his chest, trying to make it easier to breathe.

“Relax.” Konrad ran soothing hands over him. “It’ll subside. Breathe.”