He’d never felt anything even close to the experience Oscar had given him, not when he’d fucked anyone else, and certainly not the few times he’d bottomed. Those times had been experiments, and his wolf sure hadn’t been happy with him. Maybe that was why he hadn’t been able to relax and enjoy being fucked, but his beast didn’t have a problem rolling belly up for Oscar. Ass up, rather. And Oscar was still buried in him, dick and teeth, and the latter of those two was beginning to hurt in a way that really wasn’t enjoyable at all. “Os…Oscar,” Josiah had to really work his throat to get any words out. He felt like he’d swallowed a whole desert. “Oscar!” Josiah sent a mental push with it, and Oscar roused, humming against his skin and swivelling his hips in a way that set off tiny sparks of pleasure in Josiah’s ass. Even only semi-hard, Oscar’s cock was rubbing his prostate just enough to threaten to turn Josiah into a blabbering fool.
