I don't want to be finger fucked.

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Awareness prickled in Jeremy's body, heat rising within him in a split second as warm lips trailed his shoulders. A hot, open mouthed kiss graced the nape of his neck, and he shuddered at the pleasure. Without thought, his hips pressed backward, stopping the instant he felt a hard cock against the crease of his ass.
"I'm sorry."
The soft whisper held a wealth of sorrow in it. The thick ridge of flesh ground against his buttocks. Tyler's arms tightened around him and Jeremy couldn't help but feel like he'd finally come home. He wanted to turn and burrow into the warmth of Tyler's body. "I'm sorry too," he rasped, surprised to find his voice choked with emotion. "I've been a stupid ass, feeling sorry for myself instead of going to you and helping you." Hard, work roughened hands tightened on him. "This is all my fault, Jeremy. I shouldn't have been the chicken shit I am."
A rain of soft kisses fell all over his back, shoulders and neck, reaching up as far as the underside of his jaw and behind his ears. The warmth in his body heated to boiling. Jeremy lay still, wondering where Tyler was going both with his words, his hands, and his mouth.
"I love you, Jeremy."
The joy Jeremy had always found in life, the joy that had left him so abruptly when Tyler had walked out all those months before, came rushing back. He turned in Tyler's arms, his own arms coming up around his strong neck. The scent of Tyler's body wrapped itself around him, binding him to the man he loved. With one hand he cupped the side of Tyler's beard stubbled face.
"I love you, Tyler Lockwood," he murmured, his gaze locking with Tyler's.
Tyler's eyes glittered, emotion darkening them to charcoal.
Jeremy pressed his body against Tyler's, rubbing his cloth confined erection against his man's. He pushed Tyler onto his back, for a moment admiring the contrast of Tyler's dark head against the white pillows. Then he sprawled on Tyler's wide chest. Stroking his hands down the werewolf's muscular arms, he reached for the work worn hands of his lover. He twined his fingers with Tyler's, bringing them up to his shoulders. Leaning down, he kissed Tyler slowly, with a building passion. He let the heat rise between them but never let lust override the love he felt for his man. Each slow stroke of his tongue was designed to show Tyler he loved him, wanted him, needed him…forever.
Tyler's fingers squeezed Jeremy's so hard, he thought his bones might snap. But the slight pain just told him how much Tyler needed their connection. The simple clasp of their hands and twining of their fingers made Jeremy's chest ache with an overflow of emotion.
Easing back on the kisses, Jeremy nibbled Tyler's full bottom lip. He gazed down into his face and saw wonder and love writ plainly on his handsome features.
"I never knew it could be like this," Tyler murmured against Jeremy's mouth. "Even when we were together before, as fantastic as the sex was, it can't compare to this. It was nothing like what I feel now."
An explosion of tenderness rushed through Jeremy. What they had wasn't about great sex although Jeremy was hoping for some of that too. But the sense that he had found his true place in the world permeated their coming together. With a grin, Jeremy rubbed his swollen cock against Tyler's through the layers of their briefs.
"It could feel even better with my cock in your ass," he teased.
Hard hands slid down his body to grip his buttocks.
"Or mine in your ass."
"Fuck you. I called it first!" Jeremy protested, still grinning.
Flames came to life in Tyler's eyes. His hands yanked at Jeremy's boxer briefs. "Yes, you did call it. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
The tenor of their breathing changed as they wriggled out of their underwear. Jeremy knew that this moment, the sex act they would share, was pivotal. They hadn't been together in almost two years. In that time, Tyler had not allowed another man into his body and neither had Jeremy.
Instinctively, they'd each known that intimate right belonged only to each other.
"God. Get the lube, Jeremy. I can't wait. I don't want to wait," Tyler panted. "I dream of your cock in my ass, the pleasure of it. Nothing has ever felt so good. Not even when I take you."
"Trust a former straight guy to go gay for a little prostate lovin'," Jeremy teased breathlessly as he reached over and pulled open the nightstand. A moment of scrabbling with his fingers produced a tube of lube, and when he held it up Tyler caught his wrist in one big hand.
Tyler stared up at him, his face serious. "I can't joke about it yet. My fears are very real. They dogged me my entire life. But being with you, letting you into my body…" He broke off and drew a deep breath. "Nothing ever felt so right as you fucking me. The glide of your hard cock in my ass isn't something I could forget. I dreamed of it every night after I left you. I ached for it. So stop making me wait. Open the lube and fuck me."
An invitation like that wasn't something Jeremy could ignore. Besides, every atom in his body, especially the ones in his cock, wanted to fuck Tyler so hard he'd know exactly to whom he belonged.
As he flipped off the lid of the lube he noticed a fine tremor in his hands. For nearly two years he'd dreamed of this moment. He didn't want to screw it up.
Warm fingers stroked his forearm, and he raised his attention from the tube of lubricant.
Tyler gazed at him with intense emotion on his face. His brown eyes glowed in the weak morning light. Jeremy gulped air. Tyler's hand stroked his arm soothingly again.
"It's okay. It will be perfect. We're together now. Nothing else in this world matters," Tyler whispered.
Jeremy nodded, his rising panic forestalled by Tyler's words. He squirted lube into his palm, letting it warm to his flesh. Reaching down, he wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking it slowly, spreading the lube from tip to base. He moved his hand away and watched Tyler's face as his lover stared at the glistening flesh. The tenor of Tyler's breathing roughened, and his eyes darkened.
Jeremy used his knees to spread Tyler's thighs apart. He had a difficult time taking his eyes off the tight globes of Tyler's balls and the long, thick penis that rose above them, hugging Tyler's belly. He licked his suddenly dry lips.
"Pillow?" he rasped.
Tyler grabbed one and tucked it beneath his hips. Jeremy tried to swallow around the tightness in this throat as Tyler spread his legs wide, tucking his knees toward his shoulders. Faced with the dark pucker of Tyler's anus, Jeremy thought his chest would explode from the frantic beating of his heart. He hadn't been this nervous the night he'd taken Tyler's virginity. Carefully, he leaned forward and pressed his lube wet fingers to Tyler's anus. His lover sucked in a harsh breath.
"I'm not made of glass, Jeremy!" he growled.
Suddenly, Jeremy knew Tyler could take whatever he gave him. He wouldn't run this time. He wouldn't leave. No matter what Jeremy did, Tyler would be there the next day and the day after, every day of their lives. He slipped a fingertip into Tyler's ass. The werewolf hissed.
"More!"
With his free hand, Jeremy squirted lube onto the place where his finger pressed into Tyler's body. The rasp of their panting filled the room, and Jeremy fucked Tyler with one finger, then pressed in another. He curved them, seeking Tyler's prostate. The instant he touched the bundle of nerves, Tyler went rigid and a moan escaped him.
"I don't want to be finger fucked! I want your cock. I need it, Jeremy. Fuck me!" he pleaded, his brown eyes wild with passion.
Jeremy slicked himself up again and tossed the tube of lube aside. Tyler hooked his hands behind his knees, spreading himself open for Jeremy's penetration. Carefully, Jeremy pressed the head of his cock against the wet pucker of Tyler's ass. There was a split second of resistance, but then his thick erection eased slowly but relentlessly into Tyler. When his balls bumped up against Tyler's buttocks, Jeremy stilled.
The last time he'd made love to Tyler he'd felt a connection. Yet, he'd known Tyler hadn't felt it. His lover had been wide‐eyed with the unfamiliar sensation of being fucked. Now, Jeremy gazed down at Tyler and saw everything he'd wanted to see the last time they'd been in this position. The connection, the love, the passion, the unbridled lust…it was all there. As was the commitment.
Canting his body forward, Jeremy kissed Tyler. With a moan, Tyler grabbed Jeremy's head and kissed him back fiercely. He wrapped his legs around Jeremy and shuddered. The first shift of Jeremy's hips pushed his cock deeper into Tyler but then he flexed, pulling back before sinking in deeper and harder.
They rocked together, Jeremy's thrusts gaining momentum as the hot clasp of Tyler's channel on his cock caused the most delicious friction. Jeremy's pelvis and lower abdomen ground against Tyler's thick erection as they moved more frantically together. Pre‐cum pooled in an ever expanding puddle on Tyler's belly with every pass of Jeremy's ridged head over his prostate. They kissed roughly, biting at each other's lips. Jeremy hadn't ever had such elemental sex, even his first time with Tyler hadn't been like this.
Heat rushed over him, flushing his body. His balls tightened, and he knew his orgasm was close. He slipped a hand between their bodies and grasped Tyler's cock. Their eyes met and Jeremy could see the frantic lust on Tyler's face and the urgent need to come that filled his eyes. "I love you," he whispered, his gaze never leaving Tyler's as he rammed his cock into his lover. With a loud cry, Tyler came. His cock jetted hot spurts of come onto his belly, chest, and Jeremy's stroking fingers. The clutch of his spasming ass on Jeremy's cock proved to be too much stimulation when combined with the raw sensuality of his expression as he came. The combination of sights, sound, and sensation pushed Jeremy over the edge into the biggest orgasm of his life. A cry wrenched from him and he fumbled for balance as he pushed even deeper into Tyler, filling his ass with hot cum.
With a sigh, Jeremy eased his softening cock from Tyler. "Why don't we wash up and then we can do the post‐coital cuddle thing. After that, you can absolutely fuck me."