Ty didn’t shy from Anso’s gaze, though a pain he didn’t usually let show darkened his yellow eyes. “You’re lucky,” he whispered, “to have a father you’re going to miss.”
Ellice would have clucked her tongue and called him insensitive, but Anso understood. Ty’s father was a drunk - and a mean-natured one at that. His mother could have counterbalanced her spouse’s failings, were she not so caught up in trying - endlessly, it seemed - to establish herself as Someone Who Mattered in were society. Anso occasionally clicked past the
Real Housewives of New York
City
on the Import Channel. From what he could tell, Sabra Otari would have fit right in.
Understanding what her shallowness did to Ty, Anso squeezed his friend’s hard bicep. “I know I’m fortunate.”
“I shouldn’t have called you away. You should go back. Spend every minute that’s left with him.”
Anso shook his head. “He’s in pain. He doesn’t want me to see it. We -” He swallowed his emotions back as they rose. “We said what we needed to.” Ty covered the hand he’d put on his arm. The deep furrowing of his brow gave him a haunted look. “Tell me how to comfort you.” His offer wasn’t so different from Ellice’s, but Anso’s response to it was. Heat flashed through him and his pulse quickened. His cock had only been half retracted, but it slipped from its protective sheath in a long smooth thrust, thickening fast with the blood that pumped into it. The very speed of its emergence supplied a sensual pleasure. Anso was fully erect in seconds, the throbbing head tenting his snug hide trousers.
Ty read his blush of course. “Well,” he said with a sexy chuckle. “If
that’s
all it takes to make you feel better ...”
“Shut up,” Anso laughed, smacking his friend’s shoulder.
“Only if you
open
up,” Ty ran his tongue around his full upper lip, causing Anso to blush harder.
They were both laughing by the time they barred Anso’s door behind them.
The instant their privacy was assured, Ty kissed him, deep-tongued and hot.
Men who slept together didn’t always do this, but he and Ty liked it. Their saliva contained a mild aphrodisiac that added
oomph
to their encounters. Happily, they liked lots of things in common. Every inch of Ty’s tall hard body pushed Anso’s back into the wood. Anso stood that for about five heartbeats, then started tearing at Ty’s clothes.
“Hurry,” Ty urged, his own hands busy on Anso’s garments. “Mo-
ther
, I’ve been crazed all day.”
Anso had too, embarrassing though it was to admit. Something about facing his father’s mortality made him want to hump everything in sight.
“Fuck,” he said, struggling with the laces that closed Ty’s trousers over his genital bulge. Zippers were considered lower class, and most royals eschewed them. “Why do you have to tie these so well?”
Ty closed his eyes and rolled his hips forward. “Can’t let just anyone get in there.”
Plenty of people wanted to, that was sure, though for the moment Ty was focused on him. His hands roamed Anso’s now bare chest, thumbs zeroing in to circle his tight nipples. The massage wasn’t helping Anso’s coordination. He snorted at his susceptibility, then gave up on opening his friend’s trousers. This caused Ty to lift drowsy eyelids and give him an accusing stare.
“Ty, that’s a fucking sailor’s knot you’ve got there.”
“Fine,” Ty huffed, taking over the task himself. “I’ll do mine and you do yours.”
Anso knew Ty wasn’t truly annoyed. He was grinning broadly as he backed up, retreating on the glassy basalt floor toward Anso’s bedroom. Anso’s excitement kicked higher. One of the first erotic favors they’d exchanged was masturbating in tandem.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Ty sing-songed.
“Do not.”
Ty shucked his trousers and wagged his brows, maybe to mock Anso for his childish answer, or maybe because he knew damn well how delicious he looked naked. His erection was very long, very thick, and very flushed where tiny vessels fed his blood to the swaying head. He hadn’t been exaggerating about being crazed. The edges of his penile sheath were already sealed tight around his base.
Wereseal genitals retreated into their bodies when they relaxed, serving as streamlining and protection for swimming in man form. Ty was the opposite of relaxed as he stood framed by the bedroom doorway, his balls full enough to bulge in their normally tucked up sac. Anso licked his lips, helpless not to run his gaze along his friend’s body. Ty’s shoulders were broad and well developed, his long legs dropping gracefully from tight hips. The ridged muscle of his abdomen testified to hard training, and his golden skin looked every bit as smooth as it was.
The faint leopard spots that marked it darkened near his groin, the pattern extending into the short sand-colored fur of his pubic triangle.
Anso’s thatch was as dark honey. He’d never forget how aroused he’d been by his first sight of their complementary coloring.
“Oh I
so
know what you’re thinking.” Ty’s laugh drew Anso’s gaze to his amused face. “Jacking off together that first time. Coming so fast, so hard, we practically spattered each other from head to toe.” Anso couldn’t mind Ty’s teasing, not when Ty’s hand moved to his own erection and fisted it leisurely. The memory aroused him too.
Anso decided to play along. “What about the first time I tried going down on you? You squealed like a dolphin the moment I tightened my lips and sucked.”
“You had quite a gift for a neophyte.”
Despite the humor sparkling in his eyes, Ty’s voice had gone husky. With a wonderful sense of freedom, Anso kicked off his trousers. He always enjoyed being undressed with Ty. Anso had many duties, but with his friend he was not constrained. Two long steps put them chest to chest, gazes locked, heat pulsing one to the other in time to their heartbeats. Ty’s hand bumped Anso’s erection as he continued to jack his own. A slow stroke was all he needed to remain at the peak of hardness. Both their bodies were ready for pleasure.
“Remember the first time you fucked me?” Anso murmured, loving how Ty’s face flushed. “I thought I’d gone to heaven, you felt so brilliant inside of me.”
“I remember playing sick for days so we could skip training and do it around the clock.” Ty’s gorgeous eyes were soft. “You’ve no idea how cute you were, my sweet eighteen-year-old virgin prince, suddenly in love with taking it in the ass. Neither of us could get enough, though I recall trying manfully.”
“I thought you were being nice for fucking me that much.” Ty chuckled, letting go of his cock to touch Anso’s cheek. “Nice had nothing to do with it. You might not have been my first lover, but you’ve always been my best.”
Anso hadn’t known that. Ty had been
his
first, though - bless him - he’d never mocked Anso on that account. The back of his eyes burned in reaction.
“Shh,” Ty said. “None of that tonight.”
He kissed him, wrapping him in his arms and moaning when Anso did the same. Ty’s lips were hard, his tongue pushing greedily inward. Anso relished his aggression. Lust blotted out emotion, rising in thick hot waves. As was customary, Anso’s bed was set in the floor, the comfortable mattress flush with the shining tiles. They dropped to it on their knees, still kissing, arms exploring each other like octopi.
Ty’s ass was firm and tight. Anso couldn’t resist squeezing it.
“Oh God,” Ty breathed, rubbing his cock more urgently along Anso’s. “I need this so much.”
“Me too,” Anso groaned.
They toppled onto their sides, muscled legs scissoring together to give their swollen ball sacs access to rub each other.
“Fuck,” Ty cursed, rolling Anso beneath him.
Anso recognized his tone - and the way he was suddenly grinding himself more forcefully against him, as if no matter what they did he couldn’t get close enough. They’d been together so many times each man knew the other’s preferences. Ty had one particular kink that never failed to amuse. Anso’s fellow guard was so masculine it should have been the last thing that steamed his windows.
Then again, maybe that was why Ty found the practice so alluring.
Unable to stop himself, Anso burst out laughing.
Ty pulled back from him and frowned.
“I know.” Anso’s chest shook with amusement. “You can’t control when the mood for that
special little act
hits you.”
“You like it too.”
“Of course I do, but you do realize it’s perverse, right? If other people knew we did this, they’d think we were as twisted as Outsiders.”
“It feels good,” Ty said, the hint of a pout pushing out the heavy shape of his lower lip. “It’s the only thing that really gets me to relax. And it heats up the gland in my anus, the one
you’re
always moaning for me to pump over harder.”
“You don’t have to defend yourself to me. I admitted I like it too.” Anso petted Ty’s lean tanned cheek and then across his shoulder.
“Sometimes it gets in my head. I can’t think straight until you do it to me.” His voice sank on the last part of his confession, his brows drawn together above his nose. He looked concerned for Anso’s opinion, which wasn’t necessary at all. Touched but smart enough to hide it, Anso nipped his chin playfully. “Roll off of me, you pervert. I need to get the oil. The last thing I want is you chafing yourself to death.”
Quick as magic, his compliance turned the tide of Ty’s mood. Ty rolled off him onto his back, stretching every inch of his aroused body and letting out a sound like a purr. His arms were above his head, his toes curled like a diver about to plunge. His thick hard cock extended up his belly, his veins blue ropes, his tip beginning to leak precum. The display of muscle and meat was gorgeous, something Ty absolutely knew. Anso bit his lip to prevent laughing. For all his intellectual prowess, Ty was sometimes childishly simple.
He kept the oil in a low mother-of-pearl inlaid cabinet beside his bed. When Anso removed its stopper and the spicy fragrance wafted out, Ty let out an actual whimper.
“You could
try
not to get so excited before I start. You know you like to last through an actual session before you come.”
Ty bit 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 in charge, Anso bent and licked him. His skin was saltier than before.