What It's About
Title: What It's About
Universe: Original
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's about getting what you want.
Cyrus woke up to someone nipping at his neck. He sat up quickly, pulling his legs to his chest in order to protect his vulnerable stomach from attack. The young lycanthrope willed the change from his softer human shape to his stronger wolf-man form. Under other circumstances, he would have reveled in the tingle as his thick white pelt sprang forth from his milky-white skin, covering it protectively. His jaw cracked and elongated, turning into a blunt muzzled full of teeth that could bite through bone, and razor sharp claws sprouted from his fingers, ready to rip and tear at his attacker.
A pair of strong, tanned hands wrapped around his wrists, thumbs rubbing over his pulse points. “Woah, Cy! Easy, easy!” A pair of wide green eyes set in a narrow, handsome face peered up at him, a main of dark red hair framing it almost like a halo. “Eeeasy…” he murmured soothingly.
Cyrus blinked myopically, his whole body rippling as he reverted back to his human form. “… Colin…” he said slowly, leaning closer so he could actually see the red head’s face clearly. His eyes traced over the band of freckles that ran across his cheeks and over the crooked nose on his otherwise perfect face. “Where are my glasses?”
Alpha-Mother would be upset with him if he lost another pair.
“With your clothes,” Colin said, closing what little distance remained between their faces and kissing him chastely on the lips, brushing some of Cyrus’ long white hair back behind his ears. He shifted forward, straddling the younger lycanthrope’s lap, and the boy felts a blush spreading across his body. The youngest of his sisters had often teased him about how he was doomed to blush visibly his whole life. The only blonde in a family of swarthy Greeks. she’d giggled while braiding his hair.
It wasn’t that they were both naked. Cyrus was used to being naked, and being around people who were naked. Clothes got in the way of changing shape, and it was easier to do without when you expected to change again. But this was the first time that anyone had been naked around Cyrus in a sexual way, and if there was one word that defined Colin, it was sexual.
The red head nuzzled at his shoulder, purring softly as his lips traced their way to his neck. Cyrus whimpered, bending his head back as leaving his throat bare in submission, just as he would with a member of the pack. He had enough scars to show for disobedience. Obey your betters, omega! Do as you’re told!
He felt Colin’s lips turn down in a slight frown. “This isn’t about dominance,” he said, letting go of one of Cyrus’ wrists and sliding it down his stomach, brushing over old scars before running through the white, white curls that covered his crotch. “This is about what feels good…” His fingers brushed Cyrus’ cock, already dark with blood and growing hard. The boy whimpered again, his back arching. “Does that feel good, Cy?” he asked, cupping the back of Cyrus’ head and tangling his fingers in the waist length white hair.
Cyrus nodded, biting down on his lower lip. His hands, more or less of their own accord, came up and caught in Colin’s auburn locks. His hair was coarser than he’d thought it would be. Colin made an approving noise, stroking his hand lightly up Cyrus’ cock and running his thumb over the head. He caught the younger boy’s lip and sucked it into his own mouth, and Cyrus felt a shiver run through him.
Colin might say that this wasn’t about dominance, but there was no mistaking the look in his eyes. He wanted Cyrus to submit to this, to do as he was told. His hand moved to wrap around both their cocks, and he thrusts his hips a little. Cyrus moaned and lay back, and Colin straddled him. The red head was already breathing hard, and he grabbed one of Cyrus’ hands and brought it to his penis. “Stroke me,” he whispered, his voice husky. Cyrus ran his hand up and down the warm length slowly, sweeping up the pre-cum leaking from the older boy’s cock and using it to help lubricate. He felt a shudder ripple through Colin’s frame.
“Why?” Colin whispered, stroking Cyrus a little bit faster. “Why the hell don’t you have people clawing all over the themselves to get you? You are so hot.” His hips bucked. “So hot…” He bent down and nipped at Cyrus’ exposed throat, and the lycanthrope whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut. “Easy, baby, easy,” Colin whispered. “I won’t hurt you. I want you to feel good. God, so good…” He thrust into Cyrus’ hand. “Faster, baby.”
Cyrus gave another nod, moving his hand faster. Colin sat back up, moaning and writhing. His hips jerked in time to Cyrus’ strokes. “Cy, oh god…” His back arched as he drove himself harder into Cyrus’ hand, and he let out a yell as he came. Cum squirted from his cock landing hot and sticky across Cyrus’ stomach and chest. Cyrus continued to stroke slowly. He wasn’t about to risk Colin’s displeasure by stopping.
The older lycanthrope continued to shudder and sigh on top of him, his hands running up and down his chest, tweaking his nipples. “Fuck…” he moaned. Finally, he grabbed Cyrus’ hand and pulled up to his mouth, licking it clean and sucking on his fingers. “How do you taste, I wonder…” he said, his voice a low growl. He slid back from Cyrus and bent down again, licking the tip of the younger boy’s engorged member. Cyrus gasped sharply, his hips bucking upwards. Colin let out a soft chuckle and licked again. Cyrus gave a repeat performance, moaning wantonly.
Colin gripped his cock and stroked, sucking lightly on the blood-swollen head. Cyrus writhed, digging his fingers into the earth beneath him as the warm, welcoming mouth slid down, and Colin did things with his tongue that Cyrus wouldn’t have thought possible. He tried to thrust into the warmth, but Colin pulled back as soon as his hips started to rise, laughing at him. “So eager…” he purred. He pushed Cyrus’ hips down and licked at him, lapping his cock like it was a popsicle.
Cyrus came with a howl, his world exploding into a thousand pieces and refusing to come back together as he lay panting in his den. He felt Colin nuzzle at his stomach and murmured, “Oh, the things I’ll show you my pretty…” though the words didn’t register in Cyrus’ mind.
Universe: Original
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's about getting what you want.
Cyrus woke up to someone nipping at his neck. He sat up quickly, pulling his legs to his chest in order to protect his vulnerable stomach from attack. The young lycanthrope willed the change from his softer human shape to his stronger wolf-man form. Under other circumstances, he would have reveled in the tingle as his thick white pelt sprang forth from his milky-white skin, covering it protectively. His jaw cracked and elongated, turning into a blunt muzzled full of teeth that could bite through bone, and razor sharp claws sprouted from his fingers, ready to rip and tear at his attacker.
A pair of strong, tanned hands wrapped around his wrists, thumbs rubbing over his pulse points. “Woah, Cy! Easy, easy!” A pair of wide green eyes set in a narrow, handsome face peered up at him, a main of dark red hair framing it almost like a halo. “Eeeasy…” he murmured soothingly.
Cyrus blinked myopically, his whole body rippling as he reverted back to his human form. “… Colin…” he said slowly, leaning closer so he could actually see the red head’s face clearly. His eyes traced over the band of freckles that ran across his cheeks and over the crooked nose on his otherwise perfect face. “Where are my glasses?”
Alpha-Mother would be upset with him if he lost another pair.
“With your clothes,” Colin said, closing what little distance remained between their faces and kissing him chastely on the lips, brushing some of Cyrus’ long white hair back behind his ears. He shifted forward, straddling the younger lycanthrope’s lap, and the boy felts a blush spreading across his body. The youngest of his sisters had often teased him about how he was doomed to blush visibly his whole life. The only blonde in a family of swarthy Greeks. she’d giggled while braiding his hair.
It wasn’t that they were both naked. Cyrus was used to being naked, and being around people who were naked. Clothes got in the way of changing shape, and it was easier to do without when you expected to change again. But this was the first time that anyone had been naked around Cyrus in a sexual way, and if there was one word that defined Colin, it was sexual.
The red head nuzzled at his shoulder, purring softly as his lips traced their way to his neck. Cyrus whimpered, bending his head back as leaving his throat bare in submission, just as he would with a member of the pack. He had enough scars to show for disobedience. Obey your betters, omega! Do as you’re told!
He felt Colin’s lips turn down in a slight frown. “This isn’t about dominance,” he said, letting go of one of Cyrus’ wrists and sliding it down his stomach, brushing over old scars before running through the white, white curls that covered his crotch. “This is about what feels good…” His fingers brushed Cyrus’ cock, already dark with blood and growing hard. The boy whimpered again, his back arching. “Does that feel good, Cy?” he asked, cupping the back of Cyrus’ head and tangling his fingers in the waist length white hair.
Cyrus nodded, biting down on his lower lip. His hands, more or less of their own accord, came up and caught in Colin’s auburn locks. His hair was coarser than he’d thought it would be. Colin made an approving noise, stroking his hand lightly up Cyrus’ cock and running his thumb over the head. He caught the younger boy’s lip and sucked it into his own mouth, and Cyrus felt a shiver run through him.
Colin might say that this wasn’t about dominance, but there was no mistaking the look in his eyes. He wanted Cyrus to submit to this, to do as he was told. His hand moved to wrap around both their cocks, and he thrusts his hips a little. Cyrus moaned and lay back, and Colin straddled him. The red head was already breathing hard, and he grabbed one of Cyrus’ hands and brought it to his penis. “Stroke me,” he whispered, his voice husky. Cyrus ran his hand up and down the warm length slowly, sweeping up the pre-cum leaking from the older boy’s cock and using it to help lubricate. He felt a shudder ripple through Colin’s frame.
“Why?” Colin whispered, stroking Cyrus a little bit faster. “Why the hell don’t you have people clawing all over the themselves to get you? You are so hot.” His hips bucked. “So hot…” He bent down and nipped at Cyrus’ exposed throat, and the lycanthrope whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut. “Easy, baby, easy,” Colin whispered. “I won’t hurt you. I want you to feel good. God, so good…” He thrust into Cyrus’ hand. “Faster, baby.”
Cyrus gave another nod, moving his hand faster. Colin sat back up, moaning and writhing. His hips jerked in time to Cyrus’ strokes. “Cy, oh god…” His back arched as he drove himself harder into Cyrus’ hand, and he let out a yell as he came. Cum squirted from his cock landing hot and sticky across Cyrus’ stomach and chest. Cyrus continued to stroke slowly. He wasn’t about to risk Colin’s displeasure by stopping.
The older lycanthrope continued to shudder and sigh on top of him, his hands running up and down his chest, tweaking his nipples. “Fuck…” he moaned. Finally, he grabbed Cyrus’ hand and pulled up to his mouth, licking it clean and sucking on his fingers. “How do you taste, I wonder…” he said, his voice a low growl. He slid back from Cyrus and bent down again, licking the tip of the younger boy’s engorged member. Cyrus gasped sharply, his hips bucking upwards. Colin let out a soft chuckle and licked again. Cyrus gave a repeat performance, moaning wantonly.
Colin gripped his cock and stroked, sucking lightly on the blood-swollen head. Cyrus writhed, digging his fingers into the earth beneath him as the warm, welcoming mouth slid down, and Colin did things with his tongue that Cyrus wouldn’t have thought possible. He tried to thrust into the warmth, but Colin pulled back as soon as his hips started to rise, laughing at him. “So eager…” he purred. He pushed Cyrus’ hips down and licked at him, lapping his cock like it was a popsicle.
Cyrus came with a howl, his world exploding into a thousand pieces and refusing to come back together as he lay panting in his den. He felt Colin nuzzle at his stomach and murmured, “Oh, the things I’ll show you my pretty…” though the words didn’t register in Cyrus’ mind.