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his lower lip. “Please. You can see how much I need it.”
    “I don’t even know how you do it. I’d go in two seconds if I got as aroused as you.”
    “You’re the one who makes me that way,” Ty said throatily.
    Oh Ty knew how to get to him. Anso’s prick jerked between his legs, the ache of need tightening. Suddenly he was breathing harder, nearly panting with excitement. He poured the oil into the cup of his palm ...
    “Lick me first,” Ty whispered. “The harder it is to hold off the better I like it.” Anso’s fingers trembled as he corked the oil again. He curled his hand around the lubricant he’d already poured, not wanting to waste it. “Two minutes.”
    “Three,” Ty bargained and undulated against the bed.
    Anso gave him four, deep-throating his thick erection until Ty clutched wads of bedcovers in both hands, his entire body writhing with pleasure. Anso put more pressure on his hipbones.
    “Fuck,” Ty groaned, obviously struggling not to climax. “ Anso , you are so fucking good at this.”
    He was good, better than Ty, who’d never quite caught the knack. He swallowed one last time, his relaxed throat closing softly around Ty’s glans. Then he backed up to catch his breath.
    Ty’s brick-red erection shuddered like he’d slapped it.
    “Want a sampling of what’s to come?” the prince offered, because a slap wasn’t something Ty would mind.
    “Better not,” his friend said breathlessly.
    Anso thought it funny how Ty always ruled these bouts, despite Anso being the one who was meting out punishment.
    Smiling, he rubbed his still oiled left palm against his right, then smoothed both around the base of Ty’s cock. Ty tensed, probably worried he’d go over from even this careful stimulation, but Anso knew how to skirt his limits. Gently, slowly, he coaxed his lubricated little finger down into Ty’s penile sheath, relaxing the constricted passage enough to let the tip of the digit in. His pubic fur ended at the pocket’s edge. The interior skin was baby-smooth, rarely touched as it was.
    Nerves ran through it, not as many as in Ty’s cock, but they were receptive to pleasure. Ty trembled, and squirmed, and bit his lip on a tortured groan. To let Anso touch him this intimately was quite a sign of trust. Their instincts, which were part animal, resisted exposing such vulnerable spots.
    “Shit,” Ty said.
    Anso laid a hand on his thigh. “I can stop.”
    “No. I like when you do this.” High emotion brought a glow into shapechangers’ irises. Ty’s yellow eyes burned into Anso’s, so bright they should have conveyed actual heat. He seemed to mean he liked it more than physically.
    Few things could have excited Anso more than watching Ty struggle to find his inner submissive. But maybe it was time to give him more help. Submissives needed dominants, after all.
    He pulled his touch away from Ty and gazed sternly down at him. “I want you to turn over now.”

    Ty groaned.
    “Now,” Anso insisted.
    Ty rolled onto his belly, taking hold of the mattress edge with both hands.
    His ass was muscular and narrow, its golden skin dappled with the faint leopard spots Anso found so enchanting. Two deep dimples framed his tailbone where it dove into his anal crease. Those smooth depressions begged for kisses, but that wasn’t on tonight’s program.
    “Please,” Ty whispered, wriggling and clenching at the same time.
    “Lift your ass,” Anso ordered, the assumption of command naturally deepening his voice. “You’re not to rub yourself against the mattress until I say you can.”
    “I won’t,” Ty promised.
    He meant the promise, but sometimes he forgot, which was why Anso had oiled him. The skin of their normally protected penises was susceptible to bruising. Before Ty could bruise his, Anso unleashed a rain of smacks on both of his butt cheeks. When he stopped half a minute later, Ty’s skin was rosy and blazing.
    Ty was panting, but not as deeply as he could.
    Because he was