Big Salmon Lake summerlight [m]

He braced himself. His teeth were set against each other, prepared for his lover to take him with force; but though there was hunger and power in Lasher's thrust, there was control born of experience and of care. He gasped despite the gentle moment he was spared, to adjust to the new sensation, to the slick, hot feel of their union. He shifted beneath the dominant man, and his eyes closed so that his senses could focus on nothing but this.

Though there was mild discomfort it was short lived, for he had been ready and wanting, and Lasher tended him carefully. Just as he began to be lulled by the gentle rhythm, he was seized by his nape, and he could not bar a groan of intensified pleasure from escaping as he was claimed in the way he had been anticipating. His feet were planted; though he felt compelled to rock back, he did not, for total control was given to his lover.

Lasher brought him so close. He felt his entire body contract, but then he was brought down. Teased! He breathed heavily; he was overcome and whined for his release. "Please," he begged.