Page 41 of Mytho Investigations: Side Stories

“You’ll have to watch me finger my own hole.”

Jake laughed, but he wanted to see that. “That sounds terrible.”

He let one spit wet finger sweep over Adam’s hole, but didn’t push in. He didn’t want to hurt him.

“I’ve got lube in my jeans pocket,” Adam murmured.

“I’ve got some in the bedside table. It makes jacking off that much nicer.” The pads on his paws got rough after a few strokes.

“It does.” His lips found the corner of Jake’s mouth, and he rolled his hip, rocking against him. “The friction is kinda nice.”

So Jake kept teasing him, liking the way he moved and smelled and the way his hole responded to each touch as though to draw him in. “We need the lube, and it’s not going to work like this.”

While Adam’s dick jutted forward, his pointed up due to the sheath.

“I know… you usually do…” Adam liked his lip. “I’ll get on my knees.”

“Doggy style?” Jake laughed. “It’s what it is. I’m not offended.”

“Some are… according to the forum.”

Jake rolled his eyes. “They’re probably the same ones who care more about before than now.” He gave Adam’s ass a pinch. “Go on then, get on your knees and show me what you’ve got.”

Adam’s eyes widened.

“Unless you don’t like that position?” That was going to take a bit more thinking.

“It’s not the position. I just… Your sense of smell…”

“Can I smell your ass? Yes, I can. And the sweat in your underarms, the detergent you use on your clothes, it’s still on your skin. Your soap, something with cloves, your shampoo, and your deodorant.” He nuzzled Adam’s neck. “It’s all you.”

“When you do that, I don’t want to move.” He tilted his head, giving Jake more space to lick and nip. He gripped Jake’s shoulders.

Jake didn’t want him to move, either. He wanted Adam to wrap his hand around both their cocks and jerk them off. Adam’s dick left a smear of pre-cum on Jake’s fur.

Adam sucked in a breath and rocked back. “I might have a sip of that beer. If you want to grab the lube.”

Jake released him, knowing that Adam wasn’t thirsty. He wanted to calm down. And it would give him a few seconds to do the same. Adam got up and shuffled the few paces back into the kitchen area, where he leaned one hip against the counter as if he belonged there.

Jake pulled out the lube and slicked his cock.

Adam watched as he took a long swallow of beer. “That really didn’t help.”

“I like the way you watch me.” He gave himself another slow stroke, giving a slight twist over the head. A third would be a mistake. “Turn around where you are and present your ass.”

Adam sucked in a breath, then turned, placing the beer and his hands on the counter. “Like this?”

“Yeah.” His heart thumped hard as the urge to mount him and fuck him flowed through his blood. He hadn’t expected Adam to do it. Yet there he was, offering his sweet ass up without any reservations.

Jake padded over. He rubbed his lube-slick fingers, the two with the short, clipped claws, over Adam’s hole, and Adam tilted hips. “When someone lifts their ass, it’s so hot.”

He knew it was biology, making him appreciate the view and ramping up his eagerness to mount Adam, nothing more. But he didn’t care. Someone with their hips in the air wanting to be fucked was arousing.

Adam gave a smothered laugh. “You and every other top wants an offered hole.”

Jake pushed one finger in, liking the way Adam’s heartbeat quickened as his breath stuttered. “I doubt they like it for the same reasons as a werewolf. It means you’re needy and ready to be mounted.”

“Pretty much the same.”