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Charles imagined the room with Spencer living with him. There’d be more color, he decided, and probably some framed photos on the surfaces and walls to cheer things up. Charles had never considered his place austere or grim, but now that he’d met Spencer he saw there was little vibrancy, no real splashes of color or heart to it. He hoped soon his partner would be comfortable enough to bring such things into his life.
    Charles pulled the covers back and climbed onto the bed. He shifted the pillows so they wouldn’t get in the way, but could still be on hand. For the first time Spencer seemed to show indecision. He remained standing just inside the doorway. Charles patted the bed next to him.
    “I’m not going to chain you here,” he said. “But it will be difficult for me to do anything when you’re so far over there.”
    As Spencer came forward and climbed onto the mattress. Charles appreciated the long, slim lines of the man’s body. There was no boniness, but it was clear he could stand to gain a few kilos. Still, Charles had been right in his earlier assessment. Spencer had broad shoulders and slender but still muscled pecs and arms. He was all man, and Charles couldn’t wait to get a taste of him.
    His inner beast paced and wanted to roar. Charles had no doubt this was the man for him, there was no question that Spencer could satisfy him better than any other, but still Charles reminded himself, he was a man first, not some ravaging monster. He refused to take, he hadn’t lied earlier.
    Tempted as he was to remove all the control out of Spencer’s hands, he wanted to prove himself more. Giving Spencer as much dominance as he could bear, Charles reached out and grabbed his partner’s shoulders. Dipping his head, he kissed Spencer, stole both their breath away.
    Turning them, Charles drew Spencer with him as he lay on his back. Spencer was dragged onto him. Charles spread out his legs. Spencer got his balance and pressed their chests together and rested on top of him in a position of power. Kissing him hungrily, Charles meandered his hands, learning the angles and planes of his partner’s body.
    Spencer eagerly kissed him back, but still Charles could feel the hesitation in him. His partner might have been confused and didn’t seem quite on board yet. Charles’ inner wolf snapped and snarled, but he held the beast firmly in control. Pulling his head back, Charles took a deep breath to steady himself.
    “Suck me,” he commanded.
    Spencer blinked and opened his eyes. Charles noted his pupils were huge, making his gaze appear almost black. Despite the reticence he still sensed, Charles was pleased Spencer was evidently attracted to him, as lost in passion as he.
    When Spencer started to scoot down the bed, Charles reached out and held his arm.
    “No, turn around, so I can prepare your ass. I’ve been dying to taste you, too,” he explained.
    Understanding, Spencer turned around. He rested on his elbows and knees with their torsos aligned. With his legs open, straddling Charles’ chest, the position spread his buttocks perfectly and positioned him so Charles could lick his asshole with ease. Spencer dipped his head and opened his mouth. Wet heat encompassed Charles’ cock and he grunted with approval.
    Spencer sucked hard and the pressure increased.
    Charles could feel himself hardening painfully. He thrust his hips up, pushing his leaking cock deeper into Spencer’s mouth.
    Proving how wicked his tongue could be, Spencer licked around his tip, finding the sensitive bunch of nerves just below his slit.
    Charles moaned.
    Bobbing his head, Spencer went to work, sucking him like a pro.
    Charles struggled to think coherently. He reached up and parted Spencer’s cheeks farther, relishing the sight of his tiny, puckered hole. Charles’ mouth watered as he traced his fingers down Spencer’s scrotum, under his sac and across the tender skin of his perineum. He repeated the motion, caressing the skin and