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flew open again.
    Emery put the lube aside, wiped his hand on a towel, and grabbed Sean’s hips. “My damn cock is so hard it hurts. I need to fuck you.”
    Sean tried to control his breathing, afraid he’d hyperventilate and pass out. With Emery guiding him, he felt the man’s thick knob press against his rim for entrance.
    “Just take it slow,” Emery coaxed.
    Slow? It was huge. He panted as he gingerly reached between his legs and held Emery’s cock as he guided it past the outer ring of muscle. He whimpered, the burn back with a vengeance. He was too fucking big.
    Then Emery’s hand closed around his cock. “You can take it,” he hoarsely said. “You know you want to.”
    He did want to, and the delicious feel of Emery slicking his own juices up and down his throbbing shaft quickly turned the burn into a pleasant fullness he wanted to completely experience. Slowly at first, he rocked back and forth, taking a little more each time, Emery matching his strokes until he felt his ass cheeks settle against Emery’s hard thighs.
    He opened his eyes and met Emery’s gaze. Emery tented his legs behind Sean, cradling him on his hips. He laced the fingers of his free hand through Sean’s. “You like that, don’t you? You like having my cock buried in you.” It wasn’t a question.
    Sean couldn’t think, much less speak. He nodded, whimpering slightly. He didn’t want to explode again so soon. He wanted to enjoy it, savor it for a few minutes at least. He just didn’t know how he’d last.
    “Just wait till you’re used to me and I can bend you over and fuck your ass whenever I want.”
    Sean’s cock throbbed at Emery’s words. Whenever he wants? It sounded like Emery wanted more than just an afternoon fuck.
    He couldn’t understand why the thought of having this guy he’d just met stay in his life for the long term turned his insides into tapioca pudding.
    * * * *
    Emery couldn’t believe he’d said it. There was no denying it, however. Unless Sean suddenly turned into a real douchebag in the next five minutes, no way in fucking hell was he letting him out of his life. He didn’t understand it, but he wasn’t going to argue with it. The thought of any other guy in his life had suddenly become repellant.
    Mate.
    Fuck that shit. He could fall in love with a guy without it being a mate-bond, he tried to tell himself. He didn’t even give a shit about the complications of trying to tell him the truth about who and what he was.
    He didn’t care. All he cared about was not letting this man walk out of his life.
    Sean’s ass squeezed around his cock so deliciously tight that he thought he might explode before he got his shaft totally buried inside him. And then when he started moving, delicious turned into perfection. The only thing better would be fucking without the condom.
    We’ll get there soon enough.
    He didn’t need a condom, because he was immune to STDs, but had asked for it more for Sean’s mental comfort and to avoid the whole I’m-a-dolphin-shifter issue.
    He thrust his hips up into Sean as he started stroking Sean’s cock faster. Through a tight jaw he said, “I won’t last long.”
    Sean squeezed his hand as he bounced up and down on his cock. Then at the same time he felt Sean’s ass spasming around his shaft, jets of cum erupted out of his cock and all over Emery’s belly.
    “Yes!” Emery thrust hard, letting go and enjoying the way his aching balls emptied, filling the condom inside his lover as his orgasm boiled over.
    Sean collapsed on top of him. Emery wrapped his arms around him and buried his face in his hair. As they lay there, Sean’s cum drying between them and gluing their bodies together, Sean started to laugh.
    “What’s so funny?” Emery asked.
    “Guess your head feels better, huh?”
    “Which one?”
    Sean hesitated. “Well, I guess both of them.”
    Emery rubbed his chin across the top of Sean’s head. “Yes. They both feel better now.” After a few minutes