Page 72 of Bear With Me

“Sorry. But off. Now.”

“Yes, sir,” Bjorn teased. “But you’ll have to move.”

“Hmph.” He did, only barely long enough to allow Bjorn to whip the towel off and throw it aside, then flopped back to his previous position. “Ok, that’s better.”

Dennis dropped a hand long enough to give both of their cocks two firm strokes. He was already at full mast, but his mate, having just come, was only half-hard. No problem; Dennis could fix that. He nosed against Bjorn’s ear, huffing a warm breath into it. “Hi, there.”

Bjorn gave a full-body shudder at the sensation, but managed to grind out a “hi” in return. “So uh…ohhh,” he interrupted himself as Dennis licked the cords of his neck. “So…fuck!” This time Dennis had bitten, and he was rather proud of the reaction it got him. “Dammit, Dennis.” Bjorn planted a palm against Dennis’s chest and pushed him up just enough to separate mouth from skin. “I’m trying to ask you how you want to do this.”

Dennis grinned down at him lasciviously. “I want to fuck you. Hard. But as to how that happens? I’m open to suggestions. You wanna be on top?”

Bjorn considered that, his face running through a variety of emotions before settling on a small wrinkle of his nose. “Not this time. If I suddenly shift I don't want to crush you. And honestly, I want to feel your weight on me and see your face when you enter me.”

Dennis couldn’t help the shudder that ran through him at that mental image. “Fuck,” he murmured. Then, forcing his brain back to more logistical matters while he still could, he said, “Do you have lube and condoms? I sure as fuck don’t; I was planning on spending two weeks isolated in a cabin with a bottle of lotion.”

That made Bjorn laugh, his large body shaking under Dennis’s. “Lube works so much better than lotion, mate!”

“Yeah, whatever, I didn’t want the grocery shopper to look at me weird.”

“Ok, that’s fair,” Bjorn allowed. “And yes, I bought lube when we went into town the other day. Uh, no condoms, though. Shifters’ immune systems are resistant to STIs, so I can’t get or give you anything.”

“No shit?” Dennis asked, sitting up on Bjorn’s hips and raising his eyebrows. “Another thing I never knew about shifters. Huh.” He looked down at where their cocks were lying alongside each other. “So I get to fuck you bare, huh?”

Bjorn nodded wordlessly and smiled, then reached into the nightstand and retrieved the small bottle of lube he must have hidden there the day he’d bought it. He looked extremely pleased with himself, and Dennis made a mental note to tease him about bringing sexual aids into his grandmother's house. Yeah, he’d get to the teasing. Just…not right now.

He grabbed the bottle out of Bjorn’s hands and popped the top. “Can I prep you, or do you want to do it yourself?”

Bjorn blinked at him. “Why would I want to do it myself when I have an amazing mate offering to do it for me?” He laid his arms behind his head and relaxed back into the bed, giving a little contented sigh as he settled against the pillow. “Go for it.” He spread his legs a little and waved a hand at his crotch.

Dennis smirked at the smug manner his mate was presenting his ass to him. “Well then, I guess I will. Knees up,” he instructed, and Bjorn obediently bent his knees and put his feet flat on the bed. “Mmm, good boy.” He kissed the inside of Bjorn’s left knee, then popped the top of the lube bottle and squeezed some onto his index finger.

First, he ran that finger down Bjorn’s cock teasingly, earning himself a rumbling hiss. He grinned into Bjorn’s leg and let his finger drift lower, down Bjorn’s taint and to his hole, where he drew his fingertip over it butterfly-light.

“Dennis!” Bjorn whined.

“Patience, mate,” he scolded without looking up from his work, swirling the lube on his finger around Bjorn’s hole. When he judged it to be adequately dampened and the muscle loosening, he added a bit more lube to his finger and pressed it against the pink pucker outlined with whorls of dark hair. It sank in with little resistance, and Bjorn let out a heavy breath.

“Fuuuu…” Bjorn managed weakly.

Dennis grinned to himself and started looking for Bjorn’s prostate. When his mate’s whole body jerked, he smirked. There it was. He rubbed the spongey spot again, just to enjoy the reaction all over again.

“Dennis!” Bjorn attempted to scold him, but his voice was too breathy to really convey any anger. “More!”

“You only had to ask, mate.” Dennis withdrew his finger and slicked up two this time, sliding them unhesitatingly into Bjorn’s passage and aiming again for his happy spot. He stroked it more firmly this time, slowly easing his own body down until he was face-first in Bjorn’s crotch instead of hovering over it. When Bjorn made to stroke his own dick, Dennis quickly slapped his hand away. “Mine.”

“Then touch it!” Bjorn whined. “I need some kind of friction, dammit.”

Dennis looked up at him long enough to give him a shit-eating grin, “You get testy when you’re horny, Bjorn. Tsk, tsk.”

Bjorn just huffed and dropped his head back onto the pillow, leaving his hand where Dennis had pushed it on his hip. “You’re mean.”

“Now you’re getting it,” Dennis teased, thrusting his fingers in and out a few times and noting that the going was getting easier. He wondered when the last time had been that Bjorn had anything up his ass, because his muscles there were pretty damn tight. He scissored his two fingers, forcing the muscle open a little wider.

Bjorn emitted a warbling moan and made a grab for Dennis’s hair. “Mate…mate!”

“Hmm,” Dennis murmured into Bjorn’s thigh, “I think it’s time for more lube and another finger.”

“Oh god, yes, please,” Bjorn replied immediately, relaxing against the bed as Dennis slowly drew his fingers out.