God, what a sight. Nero with his hair shaggy and his mouth wet. His lips were wide, and there was a feral gleam in his eyes as his nostrils flared. “You smell like hickory.”
“What?”
“I love hickory.” Then he leaned forward, skimming his hands up Josh’s sides. Josh thought he was coming in for a kiss, but instead, Nero used both hands to roam to Josh’s chest. And then he abruptly pinched the nipples hard.
Josh jerked and let out a yip of surprise. A real, honest-to-goodness yip. And Nero’s grin widened.
“You like that?” he said as he did it again.
“Yeah,” Josh said, nearly coming from the delight of this new sensation. Girls never did that right. Meanwhile, their groins were almost touching. Their dicks certainly were, and Josh seized the opportunity to rub them together. Not the pressure he wanted, but the wetness was slick and the sensation wholly new. “You like that?” he asked.
Nero moved his own hips, increasing the friction and the pressure as he lowered their groins together. “Yeah,” he said with a growly undertone.
They stayed like that for a bit, grinding together, thrusting harder and faster. Josh went to grip them both, but Nero batted his hand away.
“Not like that,” he said. “We’re going to do your first time right.”
“How—?”
“Doggie style.”
Of course. And he would have made a corny joke right then if he’d had the breath. Or the brain. But he had neither as Nero abruptly pulled away, grabbed hold of Josh’s hips, and flipped him over. Josh landed with anoomph, but he didn’t have time for anything more as Nero lifted him so that he was on all fours and crosswise on the bed.
“Look up,” Nero ordered.
Josh did and got the full image himself on the bed in the mirror. But not just himself. Because while he was on all fours, Nero was leaping up to tower over him, his chest rippling and his dark hair pointing down to a dark purple erection. But it was his eyes that caught Josh. They were bright, the light making his brown eyes seem like luscious mink. And his teeth were bared in that same wolflike grin.
“Look at you,” Nero said, admiration in his tone. “That’s your werewolf face.”
Josh struggled to focus away from Nero, but he had to see. There he was in the mirror, his hair shoved every which way, hazel eyes narrowed as he peered at himself. That was him right there, except different. It was the way he showed his teeth: white edges clear, jaw thrust forward as he arched his neck. It looked like he was about to howl, and as he thought it, the sound built deep and raw in his throat.
He didn’t let it out, though. He was too much of a man and still too self-conscious for that. And yet it was there in his throat and in the arch of his back as his rear pushed high. He didn’t have a tail, but damn if he didn’t feel it thrust high and proud.
“That’s it,” Nero said. “Stay like that. God, you’re gorgeous.”
Then Josh felt something right at his ass. It was cold and wet, but it quickly heated. Nero’s fingers, obviously, rubbing in the lube. It was weird to feel that caress. More like a massage.
A thick finger pushed inside. Slow at first, but nothing prepared Josh for that first invasion. Wet, alien, and yet not so bad. In fact, it was starting to feel really good.
“Relax. See if you can focus on other things.”
Other things? Other than— “More,” he groaned. “I want more.”
Nero’s free hand moved fast. He was bowed over Josh now, so when his free hand pinched Josh’s left nipple, it was a quick movement—sharp, startling, and exactly what he needed. Josh yipped again, and his stomach tightened. But Nero didn’t stop. He slid his hand straight down Josh’s belly until he wrapped it right around his dick. And wow, did that feel good, but it didn’t completely distract him from the invasion in his ass.
Then Nero pinched the tip of his dick. Same sharp pinch, like with his nipple, but there was so much more sensation, so much more feeling zapping like a bolt of fire up his spine. Josh arched his back up, but the movement continued from a belly contraction to a hard thrust. His dick slid through Nero’s hand as he did it. Pleasure exploded through his stalk, burned at the base of his spine, and rolled up his back. That was good. That was more than good.
Then he realized that Nero’s finger was embedded inside his ass. It wriggled there, stretching and loosening. Josh thought it was as deep as it would go, but as Nero continued to stroke him in front, his finger pushed farther inside the back.
One finger. Then two.
“God, yes,” he groaned.
And then….
“Holy mother fucking—” Josh strangled his cry. Nero had hit a tiny ball of feeling that was throbbing in pleasure. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced, and he tried to still himself so that Nero would stroke it again.
“Say hello to your prostate,” Nero laughed.
