Omega Blues (Gay Romance)

Chapter Thirty: Werepuppy

Matt

I wrapped my legs around Bren's thighs, and my arms around his shoulders. He was fully supporting me without it seeming to phase him at all. "You're so strong."

"Werewolf."

"And farmer. Badass animal rancher. You're a studly werewolf cowboy. You're strong enough to hold me up!" I hauled my face closer to his. My lips on his lips, my hips on his hips, and our cocks lined up. The best feeling.

"I am strong," he whispered. "So you don't need both your arms around my neck. You can hold me with one arm, and you can put your other hand into the cock cage."

"You understand the cock cage now!" I laughed until I processed what Bren had said. "Oh! You understand the cock cage."

I wedged my hand between our bodies. I wanted to jack us together, but there was no way I could fit my hand around both of us. I could get full contact by holding us together, and wriggling my hips. Full contact. All of his dick against all of mine. All of that hot bare flesh, slick with pre-come.

"We're all dirty!" I was sticky and wet and getting sweaty. It seemed like mostly mine. I could tell how aroused I was, I knew what I was feeling, the radiating warmth from my heart to my toes. There was no way he was feeling as deeply as I was. Nobody could, they'd just vibrate apart with all the feelings and the neediness.

But then I looked into his eyes. Lazy and dilated, his mouth hanging open and wet, his breath panting. His erection, thick and hard. All of it for me.

Maybe he was feeling as good as me. He obviously was feeling fantastic. What could be cooler than that?

I rubbed us together. My hands, my hips. Just rubbing our bodies against each other. An old fear slipped out of my mouth: "What if my hands go all useless and I jerk your dick off?"

I loved Bren's laugh. I loved it even more when it was breathless with arousal. "Super healing abilities, Matt. I can grow a new one."

"What?" I froze. "Really?"

"Would you like to find out? I mean, there are other things I'd rather be doing, but if that's what you want..." He seemed so serious and earnest, I couldn't help laughing. Even though the laugh came out all choked.

Bren put his lips to my ear and whispered, "You're amazing. You mean everything to me. There's nothing in the world you can do to change that. So don't worry. Understand? Even if you can never play music again, we can still listen to music together. We can read by the fire. Anything you like. It will be the best time, because it will be with you."

"Whoa."

He nipped my earlobe. "I'd prefer you didn't rip my dick off. But even if you did, I'd forgive you. You'd still be the best thing that's happened to me."

I swallowed. "Wow. That's the scariest, sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me."

He lifted me in his arms, sliding my thighs up along his. Every movement had our pre-come slick cocks rubbing and bumping in beautiful naked friction. I groaned, my head rolling back, my body arching as I let him support my weight.

"Matt?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to make you come."

I just about came at the words. "I thought we'd do what you want, right? You said we'd do what we both want."

"This is what I want." He kneaded my ass cheeks and added, "No kidding."

I whimpered. "And we can... have sex?"

"Definitely."

He walked with me in his arms, taking us into the bedroom. Our cocks juddered together with every step and, hyped as I was, it was almost too much sensation. I moaned, arching my back and letting my head roll on my shoulders.