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“You want to, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
Malt ducked his head almost as if he was blushing. “You are a very, very special mate.”
“Damn right.” Duncan popped his neck and stretched his arms, the heat inside of him rising up as he mentally prepared himself for what he was about to do. “Can I, uh… get on top of you?”
“On top?”
“Yeah. Can you get on your back?”
“I can.” Malt moved comically fast, flopping flat on his back beside Duncan with a grin.
“Perfect.” Duncan crawled over top of him, and he leaned in for a kiss. He plastered himself against Malt’s chest, savoring the feel of his soft fur and snuggling in close. He kissed Malt deeply, and he slowly pushed his hips down until he felt Malt’s cocks.
He tilted until he caught one of them between his cheeks, and he pushed down again more insistently. He couldn’t quite get the head of Malt’s cock to catch where he wanted it, and he reached down to grab it.
“Go slow,” Malt urged. “I don’t wish to harm you.”
“Slow is good.” Duncan shivered. “Slow is real good.”
Once he realized he could barely wrap his fingers around Malt’s cock, Duncan considered that he may have been a bit too optimistic about how much he could take. Determined, he rubbed the head of Malt’s cock against his hole and then pressed in.
The first bite of pressure was intense and the stretch took his breath away. He had to stop, think about his life, consider his many options, and then he slid it in a bit more. Again came the burning pressure, and he groaned low, rocking up and down on what little bit was inside of him to help ease the tension.
Malt shuddered from head to toe, and his long fingers caressed Duncan’s sides. “Duncan… you feel so wonderful.”
“You too,” Duncan croaked. “So good.” He could hardly speak, and he focused his attention on sinking far enough that he could remove his hand without Malt’s cock slipping out. Once he was sure it wouldn’t, he let both of his hands rest on Malt’s chest as he lazily rocked back and forth.
Malt’s grip tightened, and he gasped, his eyes glowing bright. His hips stuttered, and he warned, “I am sorry. I’m about to—!”
“It’s okay, it’s okay!” Duncan kept moving. “Just let go, baby. Give it to me.”
“But Duncan—”
“No, come on, baby.” Duncan forced himself to take more of Malt’s massive cock, pushing his body to its very limits as the sensations warred between bliss and an irresistibly deep ache. He couldn’t take it all quite yet, but it had to be at least half or more.
He kept bouncing on what he could comfortably handle, panting as he dug his fingers into the thick collar around Malt’s neck. He could feel Malt tensing, listened to his haggard gasps, and he knew he had to be close—
Somethingpushed into Duncan’s body, hot and solid and weirdly firm, and it was definitely not the big load of come he’d been expecting.
He clutched his stomach, staring stupidly at Malt as he demanded, “What isthat?”
“My… mmm… my sac.” Malt was breathless, trembling in the wake of what must have been an intense climax. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… Not so soon!”
“Malt.” Duncan squirmed as he tried to get a handle on the weird feeling. The only thing he could compare it to was playing with a bullet vibrator, as it had the same sense of being an unyielding thing and there was no way to escape the pressure. This wasn’t vibrating of course, and it was simplythere—oh fuck!
The intense pressure was relieved as the sac or whatever it was suddenly liquified, and Duncan moaned as his hole was flooded with the much more familiar sensation of thick liquid. The volume was somehow greater than the sac itself, and Duncan grabbed his stomach, the fullness making him squirm.
“Are you all right?” Malt put his hand over Duncan’s, rubbing soothingly.
“I’m okay. I’m okay. Just,mmm, wow.” Duncan wheezed. “That’s so fuckin’ crazy. It feels awesome.”
“I am sorry for climaxing so unexpectedly.” Malt ducked his head. “I was not prepared for the full pleasure of being inside of you.”
“It’s all right.” Duncan smiled. “I very much busted earlier without meaning to. Heh. We are apparently both full of very unexpected pleasure.”
“Indeed.” Malt arched his hips. “There is more pleasure to be had… if you’re interested.”
