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“No, but that’s what makes you so great.” Morgan was clearly  getting into it now, his grip on Terry’s hips tightening as he thrust  against the other man.

“What was it you were going to ask me?”

Terry shivered at one particular surge of pleasure that spread  through his lower body. “Ugh! I…I can’t remember.”

It had been something sexual related, at any rate, and since they  were already in the middle of having sex, he didn’t want to use the  brain power to try and remember whatever it had been.

“Wanna know something that I really like doing?”

Morgan’s breathing was coming out just as raspy as Terry’s now.  The temperature in the bedroom was slowly rising, and as  werewolves, they were both very aware of that.

“What?” Terry gasped.

He gasped again but more fearfully when Morgan sat up and  gently put Terry back on the bed. “What are you―”

He stopped himself when Morgan slid to his knees in front of  Terry, that evil grin on his mouth as he leaned in to Terry’s now  pulsing cock.

“Oh,” he said.

“Yeah, oh,” Morgan replied, taking Terry’s cock and balls into

both his hands.

Terry hissed and nearly jumped off the bed. He spread his legs out wider when Morgan’s cold hands warmed around his dick, and he leaned back against his hands to enjoy himself.

“That’s nice,” he said.

“I’ve got lots of nice things I want to do to you,” Morgan said,  stroking him. His grip was firm, but the up and down motion of his  hand was slow, too slow, even as Terry’s humped into his hand. He

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was going to take his time with this if Terry didn’t hurry things along.

He reached down and put his hand around Morgan’s, trying to  force the other man to speed up without actually telling him to go  faster.

Morgan pushed his hand away. “Be patient. Good things come to

those who wait.”

“I’d rather get off right now,” Terry said, glaring at him. He tried

to, anyway.

He’d been told on more than one occasion that everything he  thought showed up on his face. Right now, all he could think about  was how good it felt to be touched like that. So much different from  the feel of his own hand.

His mouth dropped when Morgan stuck his tongue out, hardened the tip into a point, and then licked along the base of Terry’s prick, finally playing around in the slit.

“You’re good at that,” Terry said, and when Morgan put his lips around the head of Terry’s cock, his head fell back as breathy moans escaped him.

Cold air enveloped his dick when Morgan pulled away.

“I like sucking on cock.”

“What?”

“That’s what I like. I like putting a hard cock in my mouth, and I  like watching what it does to the person I’m doing it to, and I like it  when they watch me.”

Terry remembered that, and he did his best to keep his eyes from  squeezing shut, watching everything Morgan did to him. The bob of  his head, the tightening of his cheeks.

When he started to hum, the vibrations were too much for Morgan  to handle. He grabbed Morgan by the hair, gasping and gyrating his  hips as his balls went tight, and he shot himself down the other man’s  throat.

Morgan swallowed it down as best as he could considering the lack of warning he’d been given. He cleared his throat after pulling

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away and still looked at Terry with that smile on his face. The smile  that said how in charge he was.

Even on their knees deep-throating, an alpha was always still in  complete command, it seemed.

Terry, on the other hand, was mortified that he couldn’t last  longer.

“Sorry,” he said, turning away from Morgan’s smile.

“Don’t pout,” Morgan said, reaching out and taking Terry’s chin  in hand, turning his face so that he had to look into Morgan’s happy

eyes.

“You just need some more practice, and then we can go for  longer.”

“I don’t know why I’m embarrassed. I’ll just get another erection  again in a minute.”

Terry hadn’t been talking about how eager his cock always  seemed to be because he was still young or anything. No, puberty was  long behind him. The thing with werewolves was that they always  seemed to be ready to have sex. Sometimes Terry could just will  himself an erection while he was in the shower, flipping through his  mental catalogue of fantasies, and he could get off.

There was just something about coming before he was supposed  to that mortified him.

“I’ll bet you can,” Morgan said, not doubting his abilities. “But as  you get older you’ll learn to like drawing it out more. That way you  can really start to enjoy yourself.”

Terry didn’t like the little pinprick of jealousy that poked him at  those words. Morgan was sixty years old. Of course there would have  been others before Terry.

Then his cock twitched eagerly as Morgan lowered his mouth one  more time, wrapping his now-dark-pink lips around the head of his  penis.

It had never felt this good when Terry had touched himself.  Morgan must just be really skilled at this. Years of practice compared

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to Terry’s complete inexperience.

Maybe he had a point about drawing it out.

Terry made sure to try his hardest not to come this time. Morgan  allowed him to thrust gently into his mouth, and he was right, there  was something else entirely about the slow buildup, forcing himself to  go slow, that really made his body quake and tremble.

Terry couldn’t help it. He let himself fall onto his back and  gripped his own hair until it was kind of painful. Anything to keep  him grounded in reality and to keep him from coming again.

“Fuck!” he said, drawing out the word so it was a long moan.  “You were right. You were right. Fuck!”

“That’s right, baby, fuck my mouth. You’re doing so well,” Morgan said through that link they shared as mates.

Terry was officially no longer jealous of any other previous lovers  Morgan had in the