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    Standing there passively, he allowed the other shifter to slowly peel his shirt over his head. He couldn't hold back a soft moan as Cris tossed his shirt aside and knelt in front of him, carefully helping him out of his shoes and socks before turning his attention his belt. Still kneeling, his face on crotch level, Cris slowly unbuckled the belt and slid it free from the loops while Scott watched, mesmerized. Christian slowly licked his lips, his golden eyes alight with anticipation and desire.
    As his pants were unzipped and his cock broke free from restraint, Scott wanted to pull the other man to his feet and pound into him, but he waited in breathless anticipation to see what the other shifter would do. As warm lips parted and wrapped around his erection, Scott's knees buckled. Grabbing onto the table beside him with one hand and his lover's shoulder with the other, he held himself upright while Cris licked and sucked on his cock, learning his taste.
    Standing there in his kitchen in broad daylight, getting the blowjob of his life, Scott didn't think he could feel any happier or sadder at the same time. It was going to rip him apart to let the other man go, but he knew he had to. Cris had a life to return to, and he had no claim on him.
    Shaking his head at himself, he pushed the thoughts of tomorrow aside and focused on building the memories of today that would sustain him. He could feel his balls tightening, heralding his orgasm. Groaning at the loss, he pushed Cris back, determined that he wasn't going to orgasm in his lover's mouth. There was time enough to that throughout the night. This first time, he wanted to be buried balls deep in the other man's ass.
    Almost like he was reading his mind, Cris gracefully got to his feet. Unable to hold back, Scott grasped the other man and pulled him close for a kiss. Desperation laced his motions as he took possession of Cris’ mouth, giving no quarter. He was determined to mark the other man, to lay some claim that he would feel even after they parted.
    Soft moans and growls filled the room as their inner foxes pushed close to the surface, thrilling in the animalistic mating they had moved into. This was no longer the civilized learning and exploring of two men, it had transformed into the heated battle between two shifters, each vying for domination even as they thrilled in their forced submission. Finally winning the battle of wills, Scott broke the kiss and turned Cris in his arms, pressing him against the table.
    Without coaxing, Christian grasped the edge of the table firmly and arched backwards, rubbing the smoothness of his ass against Scott's cock. Leaning his face into the curve of Cris’ shoulder, Scott bit down slightly, holding the tender flesh between his teeth as he guided his cock into the waiting, and welcoming, ass of his lover. His cock was well lubricated by saliva and his own pre-cum, and glided in easily, pressing forward firmly and hard. Rather than pull away, Cris arched his back, shifting his hips just enough to force Scott's cock all the way in.
    Both men were panting with need by with time Scott was balls deep, his cock throbbing. Reaching around Cris’ waist, he grabbed the other shifter's cock in one hand while he used the other to hold him steady. Stroking up and down the other shifter's erection, he timed it to his own strokes, driving them both wide with need.
    Alternating soft nips and kisses against Cris’ neck, shoulder, and back, he claimed the other man, his cock thrusting and withdrawing in an increasing pace until they were both almost mindless with the need to climax. Grinding his hips and pounding deep, Scott continued to work the other man's cock in his hand, holding on somehow until he felt the other shifter's cock jerk. A warm spurt of cum landed on the table, followed by another and another as he milked Cris’ cock with his hand.
    While his lover still trembled with the quakes of his orgasm, his ass muscles fluttering