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“Uh....”
    “Touch it. Just like you’d touch
yourself.”
    Mark did, wrapping his hand under
the plump mushroom head and squeezing softly. Delaney let his head drop back
and groaned. His mate’s hand began to stroke up and down, stoking what was
already a blaze into a Yosemite-sized inferno.
    The familiar pressure built up in
Delaney’s balls, and he grabbed Mark’s wrist. “Babe, stop,” he panted. “I’m
gonna blow.”
    “So blow. We’ve got all night.”
    “You sexy sonofabitch.” He flipped
over, rolling Mark onto his back. “I want to do it inside you. If I don’t, my
head’s going to explode.”
    A flicker of apprehension crossed
Mark’s face, and Delaney kissed him quickly. “I meant it when I said we’ll take
it slow. You say stop, I stop.”
    Biting his lip, Mark nodded.
Delaney grabbed one of the pillows at the head of the bed and pushed it under
the smaller man’s ass to lift it, before rooting inside the bedside table’s
drawer. “I know I left some here—aha.” He rolled back with a bottle of lube.
    One of Mark’s eyebrows went up as
he eyed the container. “Condoms?”
    “Shifters are immune to human
disease, and I can smell that you’re healthy anyway, plus you just took a
shower so everything’s clean. Also, I meant it when I said I had to come inside
you. It’s part of the mating bond. First things first, though.” He tossed the
supplies on the bed and moved until he was kneeling between Mark’s spread legs,
arranging them so that they rested over his own thighs. Delaney stroked his
cock, gathering up pearls of precome on his fingertip. Reaching between Mark’s
thighs, he pressed his slick finger against the dark pink hole there. He could
feel the tiny iris twitch against the pad of his finger, then dilate just a
bit.
    Mark hissed at the sensation. “I
think you’re supposed to use lube?” he said, sounding slightly panicked.
    “I will, trust me. But this will
help.” Delaney pressed until the muscle opened a bit more, then slid his
fingertip inside his mate. Slick, moist heat greeted him, and his cock throbbed
in anticipation.
    Mark’s breath caught, then expended
in a low, ragged sigh as Delaney’s fingertip slid in further. “God, that’s good,”
he said, slurring slightly. “Why does that feel so good?”
    “Lots of nerve endings. Ass play can
be amazing if it’s done right.” Delaney grabbed the lube and popped the cap,
dribbling a stream of thick fluid over Mark’s crease and working it into his
hole. He slid his finger deeper, searching.
    Mark suddenly arched off the bed
and let out a noise that could only be called a wail. “Oh God, what—fuck!” he
gasped. “What is that?”
    Delaney grinned. “Prostate. Glad
you like it. Means you’re gonna love this.”
    He started playing with the small
knot of tissue, gently stroking it, then rubbing circles into it. Mark writhed
on his finger, babbling and clutching at the blanket. After a bit Delaney slid
in a second finger, wrapping his free hand around Mark’s cock and stroking it
to take his mate’s mind off the stretching burn. It didn’t seem to faze Mark; in
fact, the additional finger only increased his wriggling and pleading.
    Carefully, Delaney added a third
finger, eyeing the pink rim dilating and stretching around his fingers. For
someone who wasn’t gay, it seemed that his mate was a born bottom. Good. Last thing I want to do is hurt him
when I fuck him into the mattress tonight. And this week. Well, month. Rest of
our lives, really.
    ****
    Mark closed his eyes and shivered
at the electric thrum of pleasure radiating from the fingers in his ass. “Why
doesn’t this hurt?” he panted. “This should hurt, I know it should.”
    “My precome,” Delaney said, pulling
his fingers out. Mark was appalled at the whimper he made at the sudden
emptiness. “It helps your muscles relax. Your body needs mine, just as much as
I need you, and now all your muscles are easing, letting me