Like every time he got the werewolf naked, Jonah’s gaze dropped to his cock. He was fascinated by the difference, the pink color being the most obvious. He reached automatically to touch the bulbous part at the base, but the first brush of his fingers made Emmett hiss and he grabbed Jonah’s wrists, pinning them above his head to stop him.
“What’s wrong?” Jonah asked, genuinely worried he’d hurt him. He hadn’t reacted like that before. He generally seemed to enjoy it when Jonah touched him there.
“You’re going to make me come, and I want to be inside you first,” Emmett explained before tangling their tongues together in a hot kiss. They made out for a little while, but Jonah got impatient pretty quickly and tugged at the hold, wanting to get his hands on the sexy werewolf above him.
When they broke the kiss, Emmett didn’t give him a chance to grab him before he tossed Jonah’s legs over his shoulders andlifted his hips up, that wicked tongue disappearing between his cheeks before Jonah could even figure out which way was up.
“Oh, gods, Emmett!” he cried out, squeezing his eyes shut against the onslaught of pleasure. The position wasn’t entirely comfortable, but he truly didn’t care. Not when Emmett’s tongue pushed inside him, opening him up in the sexiest way Jonah could think of. He fucked him with it, the slick appendage long enough to tease his prostate and make Jonah writhe in ecstasy. Days passed, okay maybe it was only minutes, as Emmett stretched him open with his tongue and Jonah’s body relaxed. Every once in a while, he felt the graze of teeth on his ass, making more precum spill from his already overeager cock, and eventually he had to beg for mercy or risk coming on Emmett’s tongue.
“Emmett, Emmett, please! I need– Oh,godsI’m gonna come if you don’t stop!”
Emmett withdrew immediately, leaving Jonah clenching on air and desperate to be filled. He watched, panting, as Emmett stroked himself, cock glistening without him needing to reach for a bottle of lube.
“I know humans use condoms, but werewolves don’t need them. The slick naturally protects both parties from diseases. We can use one if you have one, but–”
Jonah shook his head, already reaching for the werewolf to drag his body on top of him. “I trust you. Besides, I used to sneak to the nearest supe town for potions after hookups to make sure I didn’t catch anything. I know I’m clean.”
Condoms weren’t one hundred percent effective. Potions were better. He’d always been terrified he’d be caught by his parents, but he wasn’t willing to risk an STI just because his parents were speciesist.
Their next kiss was softer, and when Emmett pulled back, he nuzzled Jonah affectionately. “I’m glad you trust me. I trust you, too.”
Jonah felt his breath stutter, it was almost like they were confessing feelings, but he didn’t have time to get in his head about it. Pressure drew Jonah’s attention, and he gasped as the head of Emmett’s cock slid inside him. His massive cock. Jonah’s body clamped down automatically on the intrusion, and Emmett let out a sharp groan in response.
“J-Just relax, Jonah,” he stammered. “Ungh, gods, you’re so perfect.”
Jonah drew in a breath, letting it out slowly, reminding his body that he knew how to do this and bearing down a little to help things along. It’d been a while since he had penetrative sex, not since he was younger before the town outcasted him. The few hookups he’d had since were all quick BJs or handjobs with humans who weren’t yet aware of his soft spot for supes. He breathed through the stretch, groaning as Emmett sank in a few more inches and the burn shifted from pain to pleasure.
“Keep going,” he breathed, fingers digging into Emmett’s back to drag him closer.
Emmett rocked his hips slowly, panting in Jonah’s ear as he slid to the hilt. He paused for a moment, letting Jonah’s body adjust, and Jonah rewarded him by running his hands up and down his back, basically petting him. The happy sound Emmett made had Jonah thinking he enjoyed it, and he made a mental note to do it more often. Then his thoughts scattered as Emmett drew his hips back and sank in again, picking up speed with each thrust like he couldn’t help himself.
Jonah wrapped his legs around Emmett’s hips, gasping as the thicker part at the base of Emmett’s dick kept slamming against his hole. He wasn’t sure what it was, or what the purposewas, but his instincts told him he wanted it inside him, and he yanked Emmett closer, trying to get him deeper inside him.
“Jonah, you need to– You’re going to make me–” Emmett tried to speak, but couldn’t seem to finish a sentence, the pressure against Jonah’s hole getting more intense as the rest of Emmett’s cock prepared to force its way inside.
“Do it!” Jonah moaned. “Please, Emmett, I need–Ungh, fuuuuuck!”
The thick part popped into place, stretching Jonah to his limit and pressing hard against his prostate. He came instantly, body clamping down on it, and his wail was drowned out by Emmett’s howl as he followed suit. It dragged on and on until Jonah felt like he was going to black out. He didn’t, thankfully, because that would be embarrassing, but it was a very near thing.
“What… was that?” Jonah asked breathlessly.
“My knot,” Emmett explained, burying his face into Jonah’s neck like he was trying to hide his embarrassment. “I hadn’t planned on having you take it. I should’ve explained it beforehand. I wanted to ask permission first.”
He sounded legitimately upset about it, so Jonah cupped his face, forcing him to stop hiding and look him in the eye.
“I’m not upset, Emmett. I was the one who was demanding about it, not you.”
A shiver ran through Emmett, and because that knot was still lodged inside him, Jonah shared the reaction, gasping as the movement tugged at where they were still locked together.
“Then… Can I say that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever done? I swear, I couldn’t see straight, and you begging for my knot was–” he shuddered again, then groaned as Jonah’s body tightened around him again. “I need to stop talking about it or it’s never going to go down.”
Jonah let out a startled laugh. “Wait. Is that possible?”
Emmett shrugged. “No idea. I’ve never heard of a couple being stuck together, but there’s a first time for everything, I guess.”
“Not that!” Jonah argued, suddenly a little worried about the whole knot thing. “I don’t want to be the first, Emmett!”
Laughing, Emmett hugged him tighter, soothing him with his claws running lightly through Jonah’s hair. “Relax. It’ll go down in a few minutes. Just stop clenching like that. It turns me on and that’ll make it take longer.”
