There it was, the expected caution rolling off his young lover like the funk of illness.
Judd was prepared for this. He’d put thought into it. More thought than he put into most things, frankly. “Would you like to start on me first, so that you know what to expect? Or would you like me to go down on you, so you can feel what it feels like? There’s no wrong answer, Gingersnap.”
Colin pressed his face into Judd’s pec to dampen a forlorn sound. He obviously needed to do the right thing, but he didn’t know what that was. Judd wanted to cry for him. Instead he ran a comforting hand down that smooth freckled back, feeling the bumps of Colin’s spine.
Then he had a brilliant idea. Sixty-nine wasn’t his favorite. He liked to be able to concentrate fully on what he was doing, or on what was being done to him, but in this instance it might be the perfect solution.
He threw the covers back.
Colin squeaked.
It was fall, but not that cold. Not in mid-afternoon. Not for werewolves. Colin was just being dramatic. He was also entirely naked. Which meant that last night, before he fell asleep, his mate had hoped for this. Fortunately, neither shock, nor confusion, nor shame dampened Colin’s obvious eagerness.
He stared at Judd. “You’re so gorgeous all over, every part of you. I look nothing like you, all pasty and freckled.”
“You’re the prettiest thing I have ever seen, I swear.” Judd watched Colin’s blush spread down over his neck and to his chest.
Judd scooted away and then flipped himself around. His head down near Colin’s hard cock. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, because Judd was so big. His feet were all up in pillows and headboard. He manhandled Colin downward, placing him in a better position, full on his side. Now both of them were comfortable.
The discrepancy in size meant Judd had to bend quite a bit. But he managed the right angle, as witnessed by a puff of breath on the tip of his own prick.
Colin let out a delighted little “Oh!” of pleasure.
Judd’s academically minded lover needed knowledge more than anything. So Judd explained, “I think maybe you don’t want me blowing you first, because you don’t want all the focus on you. But you don’t want to suck me first, because you don’t know what you’re doing.”
“How’d you…?”
“You’re my Gingersnap. ‘Course I know where your head is at. So if we sixty-nine, it evens the odds. I do something to you. You do the same thing to me. That way there’s no confusion. I’ll do to you exactly what I like, so you know, for certain, what turns my crank. And together we’ll learn what turns yours. Sound good?”
“Perfect. Although I’m pretty sure your mouth on me will do it, in any capacity.” Colin was obviously relieved. Poor baby, to be so terrified of the unknown all the time.
Judd continued his lecture. “What gets me hot might not work on you. So I’m gonna stop and check in regularly. Something I like, you might want softer or harder. You’re gonna have to talk to me. Give me feedback. Okay?”
“Yes. And you’ll do the same? I mean, I’ll feel it, but that’s not exactly the same as giving it, is it?”
Judd’s answer was to nuzzle into the coarse hair at the junction of Colin’s thigh and groin. He smelled best there, fresh and spiced and very much him. In the afternoon light, Judd could see that Colin’s pubic hair was a darker red than the hair on his head.
Judd licked into the crease, eager for flavor.
Graceful, delicate hands were on his thigh. They gently pushed to get him to bend his top leg, exposing Judd to the same treatment. Colin rooted about, his tongue tasting Judd’s skin.
Judd was old enough not to be self-conscious about any part of his body. Things flopped oddly in this position, but things flopped in general on a dude. His body was what it was. At various times, he’d worked it too hard and fed it too little, only to then indulge it too much. He’d changed it forever to werewolf at a later age than most. He had muscles, lots of them, and a slight softness to his stomach. His balls and cock were proportionate to the rest of him. He was proud of his skin, smooth and unblemished, and a beautiful dark brown color. His pubic hair was short and tight and a little patchy, sporting