“Spit works just fine,” Ethan promised.

With a firm grip on Ethan’s waist, Jeremy turned him toward the wall.

But Ethan resisted. “I want to see your face when I come,” he said.

“I could hold you up,” Jeremy offered, his hands sliding down to cup Ethan’s jeans-covered ass.

Ethan dropped his pants down to his feet and then kicked off shoes, jeans, and boxers together. “Damn it, I need you so badly,” he whispered as he climbed Jeremy like a tree, wrapping his arms around his lover’s neck and straddling his waist.

Jeremy grunted, his own need obvious in his gaze, and he supported Ethan’s backside with one hand as he pulled his zipper down and freed his member. Then he spit in that hand and coated his cock. “Prep?” he asked breathlessly.

“Not today. I want to feel you in the back of my throat.” Ethan did all he could to forcibly relax the muscles of his asshole. Then he begged, “Please, Jeremy. Claim me.”

Jeremy was inside him in moments, the cords of his neck standing out as he held Ethan in place. Night Wanderers, like werewolves, were strong, but sex was more about letting go than holding a certain pose.

Ethan wondered if he should have agreed to face the wall. This would have put less strain on both of them. But then Jeremy moved, just a little, and he forgot mundane things like being able to relax. He moaned, arched, and pressed his leaking shaft against Jeremy’s shirt. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I miss you,” Jeremy answered. Then he groaned as Ethan bit his shoulder.

The fabric didn’t taste all that great, but Ethan had gotten his point across: he wanted Jeremy to fuck him deeper.

Both hands under Ethan’s ass, Jeremy pulled his cheeks apart and pushed in harder.

Damn, but it felt so fucking good, so right. What had Ethan been doing, denying himself these trysts?

A small part of his mind whispered that he didn’t deserve to feel this good. But Ethan buried that as he ripped a hole in Jeremy’s dress shirt with his teeth.

Jeremy came, hard, his whole body shaking. He nearly dropped Ethan but held onto him somehow. “Come for me,” he panted, his gaze locked on Ethan’s face.

Ethan did, ejaculating as the heat of Jeremy’s seed filled him to bursting with happiness.