Bearclaw Valley the wake [m]

it was a thing he had never experienced. merrick had only melded with one other individual in this way, and he had been the one setting their pace. now he was set upon by ulysses, buffeted by firm waves of pleasure, bracketed by the taller man and his own whims.
his head tilted back; sounds he did not recognize fluted from his throat. the hoarse chorus of men.
paws gripped the thawing earth more closely; he grit his teeth and bore all that ulysses gave with a rough determination, fire brimming and flames tightening his musculature as both of them ground toward that inexorable point.