"You know all this. You know everything about me and my family. But what do I know about your family, hmm?"
"Enough to know that when I say they're freaks, that's what they are."
Jordan sighed again. "Is it too much to ask to want to know more about your past?"
"Can we talk about this later, my love?" Leroy kissed him again. He hoped the gentle tongue play he soon found himself overwhelmed in would convince Jordan that other matters were more important right now.
Jordan groaned, the first sign he wanted Leroy in an intimate way and had resigned to that fact. Leroy knew Jordan wouldn't give up. He would have to tell him sooner or later, especially now that he was expected to attend the clan's Christmas function. No one in the clan went against his mother and it was obviously her idea that he was invited this year. She was the one who saved him from death at his father's hand when he was born. Why? Leroy didn't know. Maybe it was guilt. Leroy was the runt of a litter of six, one brother and four sisters. Perhaps his mother saw something in him the others did not.
Jordan knocked Leroy out of his reverie. "Then give me that something I like quick before I change my mind and get all persistent on you."
"Sure thing." Leroy found it hard to fight back the pain of the past. He was thankful he had Jordan. The man who had saved him when he was in werewolf form more than two years. Back when his father had confronted him, the result of his homelessness.
Jordan's eyes flashed concern again. "They don't know you're gay, do they?"
Leroy didn't answer straight away. Instead, he came so that he was on top of Jordan, rubbing his cock against his stomach. Hard as ever, seconds later. When he did reply, he said, "It's worse than that."
Jordan writhed underneath him on the bed, a gentle moan filling Leroy's ears with delight. Their skin on skin contact was so wonderful, so enticing, that soon they were a tangle of limbs. "They did something to you, didn't they?"