Page 53 of Furred Lines


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“You okay, Puppy?” he asked with a small smile.

“Yeah, uh.” I stood in the middle of the room, scared that I’d sabotaged the mood and—

“Come here, Noah.” My body obeyed before my mind finished decoding his words. I crawled on the bed and on top of him and suddenly felt stupid for having put my clothes back on.

Lew cradled my face in his hands and kissed me until the room spun around me.

“I got the lube from my bag, but we don’t have to.” His eyes searched my face. “I want to get this right. Oh, and I’m tested and all clear.”

With both hands on his chest, I raised myself up and sat back. He groaned softly when my weight pressed down on his cock.

‘I want to get this right.’ Damn, Sinclair. So we both agree that this isn’t fake?

“I don’t want to stop, Lew. I thought I was being pretty obvious when I said I’d go to clean up for you.”

He huffed and his ears twitched the way they always did when he was flustered. “You have a point there, Bright.”

“Last name basis, is it? Well then, Sinclair. I’m clear and horny,” I added with a wink and shifted my hips. A shiver ran up my spine and down my thighs when my cock pressed against his blunt spines that I felt even through the layers of fabric between us. “What do we do about it?”

Lew growled and turned us around so my back was on the bed.

“I have plenty of ideas, Noah.” He nosed down my throat and nipped my skin. “But let’s get you naked first.” He helped me out of my shirt and slacks. “Fuck me, you’re so perfect.” Lew smoothed his palms over my pecs and took his time worshipping the little rolls at my stomach.

“And you’re so warm, Lewis,” I sighed. It was difficult to get my brain to shut up even during sex, but his body heat grounded me in the moment.

“I think ‘warm’ doesn’t exactly describe it, Puppy,” he mumbled, and bent his head to nibble on my naked shoulder. “More like burning up inside.”

“Right there with you. Kiss me again, okay?”

Lew didn’t need me to tell him twice but I cursed when his lips closed over my nipple. Then he kissed across my chest to lick and kiss my other nipple. I moaned.

That’s the good one.

“Tell me to stop, Noah,” Lew begged me.

“No fucking way!” I fidgeted under him and pressed my cock against his thigh to find some friction.

“You taste so sweet,” he murmured as he curled his rough tongue over and around my nipple.

Fuuuck.

“Lewis,” I groaned when I couldn’t take it anymore. I sneaked my hands down his body to his hips. “Take your clothes off.”

He hesitated, but only for a moment, then raised himself up and took his hoodie off. His boxers went next and for the first time I saw all of him.

“Get on your back for me, big boy,” I commanded, and was once again amazed when he did what I said.

“Noah,” he began, but I shushed him with a hand on his thigh as I got to my knees.

“Hush, let me look at you.”

He swallowed but kept quiet. I dragged my eyes over the broad expanse of his chest, his small pink nipples, and down his stomach. He shook under my fingers when I stroked his paunch and a drop of precum landed on the back of my hand. I raised it to my lips without thinking and licked it off.

“Christ, Puppy!” Lew mewled.

With a little smirk, I struggled out of my underwear before sliding a leg over his thighs. I planted one hand on his enormous pec, and gripped our cocks with the other.

I grunted when his barbs stung my skin. They were blunt but not soft enough for how sensitive the underside of my cock was.