Heat
Heat
At one point in time the phrase, “it is hot as hell!” would have meant very little to him. Heat had never really bothered him until he had been turned into a creature with four paws and vast amounts of fur. Even in his human form, his temperature was consistently elevated. At one point, on a spur of curiosity, he had done some research and determined it had something to do with the increased rate of healing his lycanthropy gave him. Apparently many things that he couldn’t see had sped up as well which had resulted in him not only needing more energy in the form of food, but releasing more in the form of heat. Typically it was not a problem, but with an extraordinary wave of heat tearing through their town and an air conditioner on the fritz, it suddenly meant a great deal to him.
Unfortunately, as he had discovered long ago, it was impossible to change most things through sheer force of will. This left him with few options and resulted in his sprawling in as little clothing as he could manage, on the smooth tile of their kitchen. When he had lain down, the tile had been blissfully cool for all of two minutes. Now it was sticky and warm just like the rest of him, even with a fan blowing air across his skin.
He was starting to consider his third cold shower of the day when a slurping noise interrupted his thoughts. It was a strange sound to hear, but his Beast did not seemed alarmed enough to even stir so it was clearly not worth the effort required to open his eyes let alone move. Nothing had broken into the apartment, not that he would have had any will to stop it at the moment anyway.
The second slurp was easily ignored, as was the third and the forth. By the time a steady rhythm of increasingly obscene noises had built, he was curious enough to exert the effort of opening his eyes and turning his head. Thanks to his sensitive hearing, the source was easy enough to locate. Sure enough the responsible party was none other than his mate who was on the floor leaning back against one of the cupboards in nothing but his boxers. Sweat covered his body giving him a glistening sheen to accompany the flush of his skin.
In his hand was a popsicle that repeatedly disappeared between full lips as it was pulled from his mouth and pushed back in. Every time it slipped from his mouth there would be an obscene noise to catch the last of the melted liquid and a flick of his tongue for good measure. The item would then slip back between his lips, cradled by that same tongue, to repeat the process all over again.
While the popsicle might be aiding his mate in the battle against the heat, it was certainly not helping him in the slightest. Anyone else he may have been able to handle listing to as they consumed the treat, but not this man, not with how intimate they were. A flush ran through his body and a cold shower sounded like a better idea with every passing moment. Closing his eyes was the best option, and he sealed them shut against the sight while trying to picture cold and non-arousing images such as being trapped naked in the middle of a blizzard.
He was fairing marginally well when a groan caught his ear. Within him, his Beast stirred, and a thousand frozen images couldn’t have kept his eyes shut. They snapped open, turning back to the source of the sound to find his mate watching him with hooded eyes. Anyone who said his mate was too innocent to be seductive clearly didn’t know Jang Dongwoo Master of the Popsicle and, apparently, his libido.
Dongwoo ran his tongue over his lips, taking time to make a show of it before painting a trail down the side of his ever shrinking treat. At the base his lips wrapped for a moment and he produced a decidedly obscene slurping sound to catch the loose juice. Heat rushed to his groin as he watched the lips mouth their way back up the treat before it slipped between them. It would be a funny story to relate if he survived, how he had a heat stroke thanks to his mate since that was where he seemed to be headed. His body was convinced that arousal, with the accompanying increase in bodily temperature was the way to go. A growl bubbled up from his throat, and he forced himself to remain where he was, hands pressed flat to the tiles beneath him.
“What’s wrong Hoya?” his mate asked, a seemingly innocent question followed by a slow drag of his tongue.
“You know what’s wrong,” Hoya growled.
“I know,” Dongwoo pouted. “It is just so hot in here. I don’t know what to do. It’s a good thing we have a whole box of these.” Dongwoo waved the nearly finished popsicle and Hoya groaned. He had hardly survived one of the things; there wasn’t a chance he would make it through his mate eating a whole box of them.
“Go to your room with them,” he growled, trying to put a command in his voice that a submissive wolf would have no choice but to follow.
Dongwoo’s eyes flashed bright golden for a moment before fading back to brown. “You don’t really want me to do that do you?” the man purred before closing his mouth over the popsicle again. This time when it emerged it did so as a clean stick that was tossed off to the side forgotten. “I think I’ll have another treat,” Dongwoo murmured, rocking up onto his hands and knees.
It was all Hoya could do to remain flat on his back as his mate neared and he prided himself on doing so instead of tearing off his remaining clothing and mauling the tease. His mind was still protesting that the entire thing was a bad idea that would likely kill him from overheating when warm fingers slid his last remaining clothing down his hips. The thought was short lived however when those lips slid over him and treated him to instant chilly suction. It was the coldest and warmest he had been all day and although it would likely kill him, he would suffer through a thousand heat waves if this was what they produced.
AN: Yeah for awkwardly abrupt endings...
At one point in time the phrase, “it is hot as hell!” would have meant very little to him. Heat had never really bothered him until he had been turned into a creature with four paws and vast amounts of fur. Even in his human form, his temperature was consistently elevated. At one point, on a spur of curiosity, he had done some research and determined it had something to do with the increased rate of healing his lycanthropy gave him. Apparently many things that he couldn’t see had sped up as well which had resulted in him not only needing more energy in the form of food, but releasing more in the form of heat. Typically it was not a problem, but with an extraordinary wave of heat tearing through their town and an air conditioner on the fritz, it suddenly meant a great deal to him.
Unfortunately, as he had discovered long ago, it was impossible to change most things through sheer force of will. This left him with few options and resulted in his sprawling in as little clothing as he could manage, on the smooth tile of their kitchen. When he had lain down, the tile had been blissfully cool for all of two minutes. Now it was sticky and warm just like the rest of him, even with a fan blowing air across his skin.
He was starting to consider his third cold shower of the day when a slurping noise interrupted his thoughts. It was a strange sound to hear, but his Beast did not seemed alarmed enough to even stir so it was clearly not worth the effort required to open his eyes let alone move. Nothing had broken into the apartment, not that he would have had any will to stop it at the moment anyway.
The second slurp was easily ignored, as was the third and the forth. By the time a steady rhythm of increasingly obscene noises had built, he was curious enough to exert the effort of opening his eyes and turning his head. Thanks to his sensitive hearing, the source was easy enough to locate. Sure enough the responsible party was none other than his mate who was on the floor leaning back against one of the cupboards in nothing but his boxers. Sweat covered his body giving him a glistening sheen to accompany the flush of his skin.
In his hand was a popsicle that repeatedly disappeared between full lips as it was pulled from his mouth and pushed back in. Every time it slipped from his mouth there would be an obscene noise to catch the last of the melted liquid and a flick of his tongue for good measure. The item would then slip back between his lips, cradled by that same tongue, to repeat the process all over again.
While the popsicle might be aiding his mate in the battle against the heat, it was certainly not helping him in the slightest. Anyone else he may have been able to handle listing to as they consumed the treat, but not this man, not with how intimate they were. A flush ran through his body and a cold shower sounded like a better idea with every passing moment. Closing his eyes was the best option, and he sealed them shut against the sight while trying to picture cold and non-arousing images such as being trapped naked in the middle of a blizzard.
He was fairing marginally well when a groan caught his ear. Within him, his Beast stirred, and a thousand frozen images couldn’t have kept his eyes shut. They snapped open, turning back to the source of the sound to find his mate watching him with hooded eyes. Anyone who said his mate was too innocent to be seductive clearly didn’t know Jang Dongwoo Master of the Popsicle and, apparently, his libido.
Dongwoo ran his tongue over his lips, taking time to make a show of it before painting a trail down the side of his ever shrinking treat. At the base his lips wrapped for a moment and he produced a decidedly obscene slurping sound to catch the loose juice. Heat rushed to his groin as he watched the lips mouth their way back up the treat before it slipped between them. It would be a funny story to relate if he survived, how he had a heat stroke thanks to his mate since that was where he seemed to be headed. His body was convinced that arousal, with the accompanying increase in bodily temperature was the way to go. A growl bubbled up from his throat, and he forced himself to remain where he was, hands pressed flat to the tiles beneath him.
“What’s wrong Hoya?” his mate asked, a seemingly innocent question followed by a slow drag of his tongue.
“You know what’s wrong,” Hoya growled.
“I know,” Dongwoo pouted. “It is just so hot in here. I don’t know what to do. It’s a good thing we have a whole box of these.” Dongwoo waved the nearly finished popsicle and Hoya groaned. He had hardly survived one of the things; there wasn’t a chance he would make it through his mate eating a whole box of them.
“Go to your room with them,” he growled, trying to put a command in his voice that a submissive wolf would have no choice but to follow.
Dongwoo’s eyes flashed bright golden for a moment before fading back to brown. “You don’t really want me to do that do you?” the man purred before closing his mouth over the popsicle again. This time when it emerged it did so as a clean stick that was tossed off to the side forgotten. “I think I’ll have another treat,” Dongwoo murmured, rocking up onto his hands and knees.
It was all Hoya could do to remain flat on his back as his mate neared and he prided himself on doing so instead of tearing off his remaining clothing and mauling the tease. His mind was still protesting that the entire thing was a bad idea that would likely kill him from overheating when warm fingers slid his last remaining clothing down his hips. The thought was short lived however when those lips slid over him and treated him to instant chilly suction. It was the coldest and warmest he had been all day and although it would likely kill him, he would suffer through a thousand heat waves if this was what they produced.
AN: Yeah for awkwardly abrupt endings...