*Lucien was right, the itch he felt was not something Peter shared. The moon only made its prescence known a couple of days before of the change, maybe. His muscles were tense and hurt, his stomach felt swollen at times, Peter was restless and unwell. Some months over the year, he could feel something similar to a heat, but it was all hormonal, he liked to believe. He was a horny young man, there was nothing weird about it.*
*Lucien's words did grant him something he iched for every day. Being reminded that the older man was itching for him, that the explanations of how wolf mating work were true. It made him wonder, it gave him one stable thing.*
I want ot get you out of those pants and fuck you with my mouth.
Yeah? *Lucien's hand dropped down and he palmed his crotch slowly, fingers curling to caress his balls.* What if I didn't want that? Would you hold me down?
*He was a slut for Peter, not just right now, always. But right now he wanted to be Peter's bitch, and that meant that he needed to feel the weight of his dominant mate on him. Even if it was just in his imagination.*
*He shifted on he sofa, then paused. A moment later and the screen was tilted down so that even though he couldn't see Peter so clearly, the younger man had a better view of how Lucien rubbed himself through his pants and then unbuttoned them. His cock was already forming a bulge in his dark underwear as he stripped off his trousers- the American pants, he smiled too himself*
There's no way you wouldn't want that. Not when you are such a big slut. *Lucien could not see his face now, Peter realized, not when the camera was aimed at how his big hands were knewading his cock through his underwear. Same underwear he had worn here. Same underwear Peter had pressed his face to, inhaling deeply and taking in the rich, musky scent from his lover.*
But if you acted like a whiny bitch, I'd tie you to the bed again. Remember that? *He squeezed his own bulge, rolling his hips as he seeked more friction.* Remember me holding your legs apart and taking you with my mouth? Licking your ass?
*He bit his lip.* Do you think about me now you're back at home?
*Lucien groaned before he could even stop himself, not that he would have done anyway. He remembered that. He remembered Peter's hot breath against his sensitive skin and the invasive feeling of his tongue probing and invading him*
Yes. *He hissed, agreeing that he remembered that. He hooked his thumb over the waistband of his underwear and jerked it down so that the dark and full head of his prick was freed. Precum glistened on the head and he smeared it over the dusky flesh before pushing his fingers down the shaft and freeing more of it from the cotton confines.*
I think about you all the time. I think about how I want to feel you filling me, even knotting me again. I want to spend hours just lying on the carpet, feeling you twitch and spurt inside me.
*Peter's hand stopped mid-squeeze of his bulge, his breathing was held in a complete pause. He was too taken and distracted by watching Lucien's cock slowly come out from under his underwear. The same cock Peter had taken, pink lips parting to welcome it, his soft mustache brushing the shaft as it was pushed in and out of his mouth until there was pressure at the back of his throat. Peter swallowed just as he remembered how he had relaxed his gag reflex, allowing Lucien in. He remembered his lover's face, how it contorted on his way towards orgasm.*
Like a wolf again? *He asked, not able to hide his surprise.*
*Unbuttoning his jeans now, Peter decided to follow Lucien's example and set his dick free.* I thought you had hated that.
*It was an understatement. He hadn't been thinking straight as a wolf and the shift had put him in a painful position. But he had taken bigger before with preparation, he just had to plan ahead more. Not to mention that even if the memory wasn't necessarily an entirely good one, there were aspects of it that appealed to him in this state. Getting fucked by the wolf and tied, left in that trapped, vulnerable, humiliating position until the wolf released him made him harder*
This time you can fuck me while I'm human and you can stretch me while you grow inside me.
Does this mean I'm not enough as a human anymore? *Peter teased.*
*There was no denying Lucien can be a real slut. For the few months they had spent together, Peter had learned exactly how much Lucien craved to be forced, taken, subdued. And Peter had complied. He had used plenty of lube, had almost managed to slip his hole hand inside his lover. He had scrached, bitten, smacked him. Tied him up and gagged him. Lucien had always begged for more, except for the time when Peter's wolf cock, along with a knot bigger than his human fist, was forced inside of him.*
Does this mean other humans won't be enough either? *That did help, in some twisted kinda way, with his ego.* It's not so bad when you'r a human, at least it starts small. Like getting fingerfucked. And you love that, don't you?
*His cock was out now and, under Peter's rings, Peter held his shaft. He started slowly jerking himself off.* I want to see you fingerfuck yourself for me.
*Lucien's eyes flicked up to the screen that he couldn't see clearly right now. He knew that Peter was teasing him though and drew out his answer to play with him back* Nooooo..... You have the biggest human cock I've ever taken.
*It wasn't a lie, though it probably wasn't true either. He honestly couldn't remember a defining big cock in all the people he had fucked, although some small ones did stick in him mind. Peter's cock was satisfying and could well be the biggest, who knew? It was a Schrodinger's Cock.*
*At the request, Lucien's hand paused. Then there was an indistinct blur as he got to his feet to pull off the rest of his underwear. Cushions also rearranged, he sat back down in front of the camera, his thighs parted to expose himself* All I have is my spit... I'd rather it was your tongue lubing me up.....
Ah, fuck you. *Peter could not contain a laugh.* It's a good thing you're better at sucking cock than you are at kissing ass. *Even if Lucien was being all in all honest, Peter could not help think his lover was nothing but kind on him. He knew he wasn't small, but he was no black basketball player with balls to match his game and a reputation hanging between his legs.*
I wouldn't mind lubing you up. *He was doing his best to keep a steady, slow rythm on his dick. The last thing Peter wanted was to come before Lucien even started his show.* I wish I was there to kiss your legs while I play with your ass. Wish I could finger that hairy ass of yours before I teach you how to kiss it. Then I'd push my tongue in, fuck you with it until you're wet and horny and begging for something bigger.
*Lucien's words did grant him something he iched for every day. Being reminded that the older man was itching for him, that the explanations of how wolf mating work were true. It made him wonder, it gave him one stable thing.*
I want ot get you out of those pants and fuck you with my mouth.
Reply
*He was a slut for Peter, not just right now, always. But right now he wanted to be Peter's bitch, and that meant that he needed to feel the weight of his dominant mate on him. Even if it was just in his imagination.*
*He shifted on he sofa, then paused. A moment later and the screen was tilted down so that even though he couldn't see Peter so clearly, the younger man had a better view of how Lucien rubbed himself through his pants and then unbuttoned them. His cock was already forming a bulge in his dark underwear as he stripped off his trousers- the American pants, he smiled too himself*
Reply
But if you acted like a whiny bitch, I'd tie you to the bed again. Remember that? *He squeezed his own bulge, rolling his hips as he seeked more friction.* Remember me holding your legs apart and taking you with my mouth? Licking your ass?
*He bit his lip.* Do you think about me now you're back at home?
Reply
Yes. *He hissed, agreeing that he remembered that. He hooked his thumb over the waistband of his underwear and jerked it down so that the dark and full head of his prick was freed. Precum glistened on the head and he smeared it over the dusky flesh before pushing his fingers down the shaft and freeing more of it from the cotton confines.*
I think about you all the time. I think about how I want to feel you filling me, even knotting me again. I want to spend hours just lying on the carpet, feeling you twitch and spurt inside me.
Reply
Like a wolf again? *He asked, not able to hide his surprise.*
*Unbuttoning his jeans now, Peter decided to follow Lucien's example and set his dick free.* I thought you had hated that.
Reply
*It was an understatement. He hadn't been thinking straight as a wolf and the shift had put him in a painful position. But he had taken bigger before with preparation, he just had to plan ahead more. Not to mention that even if the memory wasn't necessarily an entirely good one, there were aspects of it that appealed to him in this state. Getting fucked by the wolf and tied, left in that trapped, vulnerable, humiliating position until the wolf released him made him harder*
This time you can fuck me while I'm human and you can stretch me while you grow inside me.
Reply
*There was no denying Lucien can be a real slut. For the few months they had spent together, Peter had learned exactly how much Lucien craved to be forced, taken, subdued. And Peter had complied. He had used plenty of lube, had almost managed to slip his hole hand inside his lover. He had scrached, bitten, smacked him. Tied him up and gagged him. Lucien had always begged for more, except for the time when Peter's wolf cock, along with a knot bigger than his human fist, was forced inside of him.*
Does this mean other humans won't be enough either? *That did help, in some twisted kinda way, with his ego.* It's not so bad when you'r a human, at least it starts small. Like getting fingerfucked. And you love that, don't you?
*His cock was out now and, under Peter's rings, Peter held his shaft. He started slowly jerking himself off.* I want to see you fingerfuck yourself for me.
Reply
*It wasn't a lie, though it probably wasn't true either. He honestly couldn't remember a defining big cock in all the people he had fucked, although some small ones did stick in him mind. Peter's cock was satisfying and could well be the biggest, who knew? It was a Schrodinger's Cock.*
*At the request, Lucien's hand paused. Then there was an indistinct blur as he got to his feet to pull off the rest of his underwear. Cushions also rearranged, he sat back down in front of the camera, his thighs parted to expose himself* All I have is my spit... I'd rather it was your tongue lubing me up.....
Reply
I wouldn't mind lubing you up. *He was doing his best to keep a steady, slow rythm on his dick. The last thing Peter wanted was to come before Lucien even started his show.* I wish I was there to kiss your legs while I play with your ass. Wish I could finger that hairy ass of yours before I teach you how to kiss it. Then I'd push my tongue in, fuck you with it until you're wet and horny and begging for something bigger.
Reply
Leave a comment