Fic: Little Fierce One (Lorcan/Lysander), NC-17
Recipient: hp_nextgen_fest
Title: Little Fierce One, Little Brave One
Pairing(s): Lorcan/Lysander
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: incest, bestiality, dub-con
Summary: Lysander is the reason Lorcan ended up like this.
Word Count: ~2,500
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s/Artist's notes:Based on the prompt "Lysander and Lorcan being werewolves" with a little twist. This is my first attempt at werewolf fic and creature fic in general, so I hope you enjoy it! Thanks to E and SS for the beta. You ladies were a big help! Part of the title is taken from the Gaelic meaning of Lorcan's name ("little fierce one").
"What are you doing?" Lorcan snapped, looking up sharply as he heard Lysander's footsteps. He sat perfectly still on the cold ground in the cellar as he usually did these nights.
Lysander gestured to him with the steaming goblet he had in hand. "I wanted to be the one to give you your Wolfsbane. Seeing as how you're like this 'cause of me."
Lorcan rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything otherwise as he took the cup from his brother. The taste was foul to say the very least, but he might as well get used to it. Now that he was…like this.
Lysander sat down next to him, only inches away. He fidgeted, tugging on the cuffs of his jumper. Lorcan set the empty goblet in between them.
The silence soon became awkward.
"Well. Aren't you going to leave now?" Lorcan said.
Lysander looked at him and Lorcan could see his blue eyes glistening in the candlelight of the cellar. "I-I'm sorry," he whispered.
Great, Lorcan thought. This again.
He took a big breath, getting ready to lay into his dimwitted twin brother. "Lysander, how many times do I have to fucking tell you? It's not your fault that a werewolf was out running that night."
"But it was my idea to go on that camping trip. Mum and Dad even told us not to go, but I was the one who convinced you."
Lorcan reached out and took one of Lysander's hands in his own. "Lysander, you're acting like you're the one this is happening to. Like you're the one who has to transform into a beast every month."
Lysander's hand tightened around his. "But-"
"And it's quite difficult to deal with my newfound lycanthropy when my fucking brother is martyring himself over it," Lorcan snapped. Lysander looked at him with a guilt-ridden expression. Lorcan rolled his eyes and pulled Lysander closer to him, putting an arm around his shoulder. Lysander buried his face in Lorcan's shoulder and Lorcan could feel tears on his bare skin.
Lysander started to say something but it was muffled into Lorcan's neck.
"What was that?"
Lysander took a deep breath. "I said I want to stay here with you tonight."
Lorcan jumped up to his feet. "What the fuck are you thinking?" he exclaimed, blood pounding in his ears. Lysander was cutting it close already as Lorcan could feel the pull of the moon as the sun set over the horizon and night began to set in. By now, he could feel the soothing warmth of the potion, but it was as if the Wolfsbane was a very short leash and Lysander would be in danger of getting in the way of its tether. He simply wouldn't be safe down here tonight.
"You won't hurt me," Lysander said looking up at him.
"I will."
"Maybe I want to be like you."
This stunned Lorcan into silence. Lysander still gazed at him from his crouch on the ground.
"Have you considered that this is the first time where people will be able to tell us apart?" Lysander asked. He stood up and pulled up in front of Lorcan. His fingers brushed against the teeth marks imprinted on Lorcan's pale flesh, small triangles divoted into the skin of his shoulder and neck. Lorcan was lucky to survive the bite.
His brother's touch sent shivers down his spine. "No," Lorcan admitted.
Lysander gave him a triumphant smirk. "This is something I want to experience with you." He leaned in closer, and Lorcan shivered as his brother's breath tickled his ear. "Both of us - together."
Lorcan nodded, his hands going to Lysander's waist. Lysander gave a noise of - approval and stepped into Lorcan's embrace. They fit together perfectly.
"On one condition," said Lorcan.
"Anything." Lysander buried his face into Lorcan's shoulder again.
"You have to restrain me so I don't hurt you."
Lysander pulled away with a start. Lorcan looked at him, imploring his brother to see reason. Lysander opened his mouth as if to protest and Lorcan pressed his brother's fingers to the scar on his shoulder.
"Please," Lorcan said simply.
Pulling away, Lysander took his wand out with an air of reluctance. "Incarcerous" he said softly. Ropes sprang out of the end of his wand and bound Lorcan's hands behind his back. Lorcan fell to his knees as a second rope wrapped around his ankles; he cried out in pain from the sudden fall.
A litany of apologies fell from Lysander's lips as he crawled forward and pressed small kisses all over his brother's face.
Lorcan lifted his face up to press his lips against Lysander's. It was something they never spoke of, rushed kisses and furtive gropes that felt illicit and wild. The first time Lysander put his mouth on Lorcan's cock, Lorcan came almost immediately, painting his brother's face with streaks of white. Lorcan gasped out his apology but Lysander only smiled before kissing him something filthy.
Lysander traced Lorcan's lips with the tip of his tongue and Lorcan opened his mouth automatically. The ground was cold against his back. Lysander ran his fingers through Lorcan's hair and Lorcan arched into the touch. The ropes felt rough against his skin, but he didn't fight the bonds. He could smell the arousal pouring off Lysander in waves, the wolf in him raising its nose to sniff the air. Their kisses turned messy, Lysander using more tongue than Lorcan preferred but taking away the flavour of Wolfsbane with each kiss.
"Lorcan," Lysander panted out, tracing Lorcan's face with his fingers, nails bitten to the quick.
Lorcan's cock began to stir and Lysander pressed a hand to his groin. Lorcan thrust and that's when he felt it.
Pain, unbelievable pain.
Lorcan cried out and Lysander immediately pulled back.
"What is it?" Lysander asked but his eyes immediately grew wide in understanding.
Lorcan couldn't reply. He could feel it in his core, the pull of the moon as it rose on the horizon even if he could not see it. It felt as if someone was pulling on his limbs, elongating them like he was a piece of taffy. Bones, tissue, and sinew rearranged inside his body and nausea rolled through him as he curled up in a ball on the ground. He could hear a low growl and with a surprise, he realised it had come from his own mouth. White fur began to grow at an astonishing rate, covering his pale skin. His vision blurred and all he could focus on was the feel of his skin moulding itself anew over his rapidly growing body. Lorcan began to struggle against the restraints that were holding him in place. Someone was trapping him, caging him in. He thrashed about against the ropes and then, right there, he could move his front legs.
"L-Lorcan?" came distantly echoing from the other side of the room.
Lorcan pricked his ears towards the sound and he could hear it clear as day from where he was laying. He sniffed the ground in front of him and he caught the scent of fear pulsing off his prey in front of him.
No, not prey. Lysander.
Lorcan needed to be closer to him; he had to comfort Lysander to let his brother know that he was all right. That Lorcan was still there, beneath the monster.
~*~
Originally, Lysander thought the most terrifying thing he had ever seen in his life was the werewolf that had attacked Lorcan. Reflecting on the silvery white werewolf that now stood in front of him, he would have to amend that to witnessing Lorcan's transformation into the beast that had bitten him.
Lysander was trembling with terror as he saw Lorcan in such obvious pain, shaking and twisting as the transformation wracked his small body. Lorcan's teeth had grown into fangs and thick fur had sprouted from his pores, covering his body in a shiny coat. A scream fought its way from Lorcan's mouth as he fell back, bound by Lysander's Incarcerous charm.
Lysander couldn't help but feel guilt wash over him as he watched his brother's painful transformation. This was something that should have never happened, the mass of bones, muscle, and fur in front of him unnatural and unholy. He wished with all his heart that it was him that was the werewolf to spare Lorcan any pain.
Lorcan struggled against the ropes binding him and they broke away easily. He stumbled as he stood up, adjusting to his new center of gravity. Lysander couldn't help but gasp.
"You're beautiful," he whispered in awe. It was undeniable. Whereas the werewolf that had attacked Lorcan was a mangy creature, gone wild in the forest with leaves and twigs in its matted fur, Lorcan's coat was silvery white and when Lysander looked into his brother's wolf eyes, he could see the blue-grey colour that looked back at him every time he looked into a mirror. Lorcan was still in there. Somewhere.
Lorcan lifted his muzzle to sniff at the air. Lysander stepped back into a corner of the room as a great howl issued from Lorcan's mouth. Lysander thought he could feel the howl of the wolf penetrate him to his very bones, reverberating through his chest.
Lorcan trotted over to Lysander's corner of the cellar and bared his teeth as he approached. Lysander gave a small yelp as Lorcan started licking his bare feet, the wolf's tongue longer and thicker than the muscle weighing heavily in his own mouth. Lysander couldn't help but fidget and squirm as the wet sensation of Lorcan's tongue tickled his bare toes.
"You're in there, aren't you?" Lysander whispered, too scared to pull his feet away from Lorcan's reach.
Lorcan gave a low growl as his tongue wrapped around Lysander's ankle and Lysander whimpered against the rough sensation.
There was a ripping sound and Lysander felt the cool air of the cellar hit his skin. Looking down, he could see where Lorcan had got bored with his pale feet and where his long teeth had shredded the fabric of his trousers to the knee.
"L-Lorcan?" Lysander winced as he heard how fragile and weak his voice was amidst the wet sounds and low growls from his brother. Lysander turned until his back was flush with the cement floor, the chill seeping beneath his jumper. When he opened his eyes, Lysander couldn't make out what was in front of him until his sight adjusted for the lack of light.
Lorcan's heavy hindquarters were bracketing his legs, preventing any sudden movements. Something hit his shoulders, holding him down and Lysander cried out. Hot, moist breath ghosted across his face, a fetid odor making his eyes water. He blinked several times to clear the tears out of his eyes but he could see the wolf's teeth extended over black lips made shiny with saliva.
Lysander could feel his heart beating a frantic tattoo in his throat as he realised the wolf's paws were holding him down. Lorcan was a solid, heavy weight against him and Lysander could not move for fear of being bitten. What did Lorcan want with him? There was no way Lysander could make his way to the cellar door and save himself. This was a horrible idea, staying down here for Lorcan's first transformation, Lysander thought as he tried to grip the cement floor with his fingers. He'd be lucky if he survived the night.
Lorcan's ears lay flat against his head as his jaws opened wide, baring his teeth. Lysander shut his eyes as Lorcan descended towards his throat and….licked him?
Lorcan's rough tongue lap at Lysander's throat and Lysander felt himself nearly paralysed with relief. He shuddered as Lorcan tongued his way up to Lysander's face, closing his eyes against Lorcan's unrelenting licks at his cheeks, mouth, and nose. He gasped as he felt a rough pressure at his groin, Lorcan's hind leg positioned just so.
The licking moved down his neck and chest and Lysander heard the tearing of his jumper as Lorcan dug his teeth in and pulled. Lorcan's tongue slid across his nipples and Lysander arched into the touch, pressing into Lorcan's hind leg. He was caught on a fine line between fear and arousal, unable to move freely to relieve himself. Lysander did not know what he was expecting when he made the decision to stay enclosed in the cellar with Lorcan in this condition, but this definitely wasn't it.
Lysander gasped as Lorcan's tongue sunk into his navel, dangerously skimming the sensitive skin above his trousers. He let out a low moan under his breath, but Lorcan's ears pricked forward, picking up the sound easily. Lysander was under his brother's control and there was nothing he could do about it.
When Lorcan's tongue found his cock, Lysander tried his best not to buck into the wet sensation but ultimately failed. He felt Lorcan's fangs graze his skin and he could only hope that his brother's teeth didn't break below his flesh. His brother's canine tongue wrapped around his cock and Lysander couldn't believe at how hard he was, how pleasant the warmth pooled in his groin was, and how he was unable to resist. A rough sensation flickered over the large vein in his cock and Lorcan slid his tongue around Lysander's bollocks.
Lysander groaned at the tender warmth around his sac and he gasped out as Lorcan's tongue went further behind his balls, laving at his perineum. Lorcan was currently exploring right there and Lysander never thought about touching himself back there. Yet he was wound so tight with arousal that he didn't care what Lorcan's tongue was currently doing, as long as he didn't stop any time soon.
He thrust back as slight as he could, and was rewarded with a territorial growl from Lorcan. The air chilled on Lysander's backside as Lorcan ascended back to his cock, lapping from base to sensitive tip. Moist, sloppy sounds filled the air and Lysander closed his eyes against the sensation, feeling the telltale heat twisting up his spine. He whimpered as he looked down, the sight of his brother as a silvery pale wolf, slavering over his cock nearly too much. Lysander threw an arm over his eyes, biting down on his lip as he arched into Lorcan's mouth, cresting into the beginnings of waves of white, hot pleasure. He cried out as he shuddered his release.
When Lysander opened his eyes, he saw Lorcan licking his jowls and paws with what he could have sworn was a self-satisfied air.
"Lorcan," he said trying to catch his breath. "You really are in there." Lysander rubbed his forehead, wiping sweat off his brow.
He looked up to see Lorcan pacing over a patch of ground, circling three, four times before he lay down. He settled his head on top of his front legs, Lorcan's blue eyes blinking up at him. Lysander could hear a long whine come from his brother, a low keening that made his heart ache. His vision blurred and Lysander tried to wipe the tears from his eyes surreptitiously, without breaking eye contact with Lorcan.
The wolf would always stand between them. No matter what.
Title: Little Fierce One, Little Brave One
Pairing(s): Lorcan/Lysander
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: incest, bestiality, dub-con
Summary: Lysander is the reason Lorcan ended up like this.
Word Count: ~2,500
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s/Artist's notes:Based on the prompt "Lysander and Lorcan being werewolves" with a little twist. This is my first attempt at werewolf fic and creature fic in general, so I hope you enjoy it! Thanks to E and SS for the beta. You ladies were a big help! Part of the title is taken from the Gaelic meaning of Lorcan's name ("little fierce one").
"What are you doing?" Lorcan snapped, looking up sharply as he heard Lysander's footsteps. He sat perfectly still on the cold ground in the cellar as he usually did these nights.
Lysander gestured to him with the steaming goblet he had in hand. "I wanted to be the one to give you your Wolfsbane. Seeing as how you're like this 'cause of me."
Lorcan rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything otherwise as he took the cup from his brother. The taste was foul to say the very least, but he might as well get used to it. Now that he was…like this.
Lysander sat down next to him, only inches away. He fidgeted, tugging on the cuffs of his jumper. Lorcan set the empty goblet in between them.
The silence soon became awkward.
"Well. Aren't you going to leave now?" Lorcan said.
Lysander looked at him and Lorcan could see his blue eyes glistening in the candlelight of the cellar. "I-I'm sorry," he whispered.
Great, Lorcan thought. This again.
He took a big breath, getting ready to lay into his dimwitted twin brother. "Lysander, how many times do I have to fucking tell you? It's not your fault that a werewolf was out running that night."
"But it was my idea to go on that camping trip. Mum and Dad even told us not to go, but I was the one who convinced you."
Lorcan reached out and took one of Lysander's hands in his own. "Lysander, you're acting like you're the one this is happening to. Like you're the one who has to transform into a beast every month."
Lysander's hand tightened around his. "But-"
"And it's quite difficult to deal with my newfound lycanthropy when my fucking brother is martyring himself over it," Lorcan snapped. Lysander looked at him with a guilt-ridden expression. Lorcan rolled his eyes and pulled Lysander closer to him, putting an arm around his shoulder. Lysander buried his face in Lorcan's shoulder and Lorcan could feel tears on his bare skin.
Lysander started to say something but it was muffled into Lorcan's neck.
"What was that?"
Lysander took a deep breath. "I said I want to stay here with you tonight."
Lorcan jumped up to his feet. "What the fuck are you thinking?" he exclaimed, blood pounding in his ears. Lysander was cutting it close already as Lorcan could feel the pull of the moon as the sun set over the horizon and night began to set in. By now, he could feel the soothing warmth of the potion, but it was as if the Wolfsbane was a very short leash and Lysander would be in danger of getting in the way of its tether. He simply wouldn't be safe down here tonight.
"You won't hurt me," Lysander said looking up at him.
"I will."
"Maybe I want to be like you."
This stunned Lorcan into silence. Lysander still gazed at him from his crouch on the ground.
"Have you considered that this is the first time where people will be able to tell us apart?" Lysander asked. He stood up and pulled up in front of Lorcan. His fingers brushed against the teeth marks imprinted on Lorcan's pale flesh, small triangles divoted into the skin of his shoulder and neck. Lorcan was lucky to survive the bite.
His brother's touch sent shivers down his spine. "No," Lorcan admitted.
Lysander gave him a triumphant smirk. "This is something I want to experience with you." He leaned in closer, and Lorcan shivered as his brother's breath tickled his ear. "Both of us - together."
Lorcan nodded, his hands going to Lysander's waist. Lysander gave a noise of - approval and stepped into Lorcan's embrace. They fit together perfectly.
"On one condition," said Lorcan.
"Anything." Lysander buried his face into Lorcan's shoulder again.
"You have to restrain me so I don't hurt you."
Lysander pulled away with a start. Lorcan looked at him, imploring his brother to see reason. Lysander opened his mouth as if to protest and Lorcan pressed his brother's fingers to the scar on his shoulder.
"Please," Lorcan said simply.
Pulling away, Lysander took his wand out with an air of reluctance. "Incarcerous" he said softly. Ropes sprang out of the end of his wand and bound Lorcan's hands behind his back. Lorcan fell to his knees as a second rope wrapped around his ankles; he cried out in pain from the sudden fall.
A litany of apologies fell from Lysander's lips as he crawled forward and pressed small kisses all over his brother's face.
Lorcan lifted his face up to press his lips against Lysander's. It was something they never spoke of, rushed kisses and furtive gropes that felt illicit and wild. The first time Lysander put his mouth on Lorcan's cock, Lorcan came almost immediately, painting his brother's face with streaks of white. Lorcan gasped out his apology but Lysander only smiled before kissing him something filthy.
Lysander traced Lorcan's lips with the tip of his tongue and Lorcan opened his mouth automatically. The ground was cold against his back. Lysander ran his fingers through Lorcan's hair and Lorcan arched into the touch. The ropes felt rough against his skin, but he didn't fight the bonds. He could smell the arousal pouring off Lysander in waves, the wolf in him raising its nose to sniff the air. Their kisses turned messy, Lysander using more tongue than Lorcan preferred but taking away the flavour of Wolfsbane with each kiss.
"Lorcan," Lysander panted out, tracing Lorcan's face with his fingers, nails bitten to the quick.
Lorcan's cock began to stir and Lysander pressed a hand to his groin. Lorcan thrust and that's when he felt it.
Pain, unbelievable pain.
Lorcan cried out and Lysander immediately pulled back.
"What is it?" Lysander asked but his eyes immediately grew wide in understanding.
Lorcan couldn't reply. He could feel it in his core, the pull of the moon as it rose on the horizon even if he could not see it. It felt as if someone was pulling on his limbs, elongating them like he was a piece of taffy. Bones, tissue, and sinew rearranged inside his body and nausea rolled through him as he curled up in a ball on the ground. He could hear a low growl and with a surprise, he realised it had come from his own mouth. White fur began to grow at an astonishing rate, covering his pale skin. His vision blurred and all he could focus on was the feel of his skin moulding itself anew over his rapidly growing body. Lorcan began to struggle against the restraints that were holding him in place. Someone was trapping him, caging him in. He thrashed about against the ropes and then, right there, he could move his front legs.
"L-Lorcan?" came distantly echoing from the other side of the room.
Lorcan pricked his ears towards the sound and he could hear it clear as day from where he was laying. He sniffed the ground in front of him and he caught the scent of fear pulsing off his prey in front of him.
No, not prey. Lysander.
Lorcan needed to be closer to him; he had to comfort Lysander to let his brother know that he was all right. That Lorcan was still there, beneath the monster.
~*~
Originally, Lysander thought the most terrifying thing he had ever seen in his life was the werewolf that had attacked Lorcan. Reflecting on the silvery white werewolf that now stood in front of him, he would have to amend that to witnessing Lorcan's transformation into the beast that had bitten him.
Lysander was trembling with terror as he saw Lorcan in such obvious pain, shaking and twisting as the transformation wracked his small body. Lorcan's teeth had grown into fangs and thick fur had sprouted from his pores, covering his body in a shiny coat. A scream fought its way from Lorcan's mouth as he fell back, bound by Lysander's Incarcerous charm.
Lysander couldn't help but feel guilt wash over him as he watched his brother's painful transformation. This was something that should have never happened, the mass of bones, muscle, and fur in front of him unnatural and unholy. He wished with all his heart that it was him that was the werewolf to spare Lorcan any pain.
Lorcan struggled against the ropes binding him and they broke away easily. He stumbled as he stood up, adjusting to his new center of gravity. Lysander couldn't help but gasp.
"You're beautiful," he whispered in awe. It was undeniable. Whereas the werewolf that had attacked Lorcan was a mangy creature, gone wild in the forest with leaves and twigs in its matted fur, Lorcan's coat was silvery white and when Lysander looked into his brother's wolf eyes, he could see the blue-grey colour that looked back at him every time he looked into a mirror. Lorcan was still in there. Somewhere.
Lorcan lifted his muzzle to sniff at the air. Lysander stepped back into a corner of the room as a great howl issued from Lorcan's mouth. Lysander thought he could feel the howl of the wolf penetrate him to his very bones, reverberating through his chest.
Lorcan trotted over to Lysander's corner of the cellar and bared his teeth as he approached. Lysander gave a small yelp as Lorcan started licking his bare feet, the wolf's tongue longer and thicker than the muscle weighing heavily in his own mouth. Lysander couldn't help but fidget and squirm as the wet sensation of Lorcan's tongue tickled his bare toes.
"You're in there, aren't you?" Lysander whispered, too scared to pull his feet away from Lorcan's reach.
Lorcan gave a low growl as his tongue wrapped around Lysander's ankle and Lysander whimpered against the rough sensation.
There was a ripping sound and Lysander felt the cool air of the cellar hit his skin. Looking down, he could see where Lorcan had got bored with his pale feet and where his long teeth had shredded the fabric of his trousers to the knee.
"L-Lorcan?" Lysander winced as he heard how fragile and weak his voice was amidst the wet sounds and low growls from his brother. Lysander turned until his back was flush with the cement floor, the chill seeping beneath his jumper. When he opened his eyes, Lysander couldn't make out what was in front of him until his sight adjusted for the lack of light.
Lorcan's heavy hindquarters were bracketing his legs, preventing any sudden movements. Something hit his shoulders, holding him down and Lysander cried out. Hot, moist breath ghosted across his face, a fetid odor making his eyes water. He blinked several times to clear the tears out of his eyes but he could see the wolf's teeth extended over black lips made shiny with saliva.
Lysander could feel his heart beating a frantic tattoo in his throat as he realised the wolf's paws were holding him down. Lorcan was a solid, heavy weight against him and Lysander could not move for fear of being bitten. What did Lorcan want with him? There was no way Lysander could make his way to the cellar door and save himself. This was a horrible idea, staying down here for Lorcan's first transformation, Lysander thought as he tried to grip the cement floor with his fingers. He'd be lucky if he survived the night.
Lorcan's ears lay flat against his head as his jaws opened wide, baring his teeth. Lysander shut his eyes as Lorcan descended towards his throat and….licked him?
Lorcan's rough tongue lap at Lysander's throat and Lysander felt himself nearly paralysed with relief. He shuddered as Lorcan tongued his way up to Lysander's face, closing his eyes against Lorcan's unrelenting licks at his cheeks, mouth, and nose. He gasped as he felt a rough pressure at his groin, Lorcan's hind leg positioned just so.
The licking moved down his neck and chest and Lysander heard the tearing of his jumper as Lorcan dug his teeth in and pulled. Lorcan's tongue slid across his nipples and Lysander arched into the touch, pressing into Lorcan's hind leg. He was caught on a fine line between fear and arousal, unable to move freely to relieve himself. Lysander did not know what he was expecting when he made the decision to stay enclosed in the cellar with Lorcan in this condition, but this definitely wasn't it.
Lysander gasped as Lorcan's tongue sunk into his navel, dangerously skimming the sensitive skin above his trousers. He let out a low moan under his breath, but Lorcan's ears pricked forward, picking up the sound easily. Lysander was under his brother's control and there was nothing he could do about it.
When Lorcan's tongue found his cock, Lysander tried his best not to buck into the wet sensation but ultimately failed. He felt Lorcan's fangs graze his skin and he could only hope that his brother's teeth didn't break below his flesh. His brother's canine tongue wrapped around his cock and Lysander couldn't believe at how hard he was, how pleasant the warmth pooled in his groin was, and how he was unable to resist. A rough sensation flickered over the large vein in his cock and Lorcan slid his tongue around Lysander's bollocks.
Lysander groaned at the tender warmth around his sac and he gasped out as Lorcan's tongue went further behind his balls, laving at his perineum. Lorcan was currently exploring right there and Lysander never thought about touching himself back there. Yet he was wound so tight with arousal that he didn't care what Lorcan's tongue was currently doing, as long as he didn't stop any time soon.
He thrust back as slight as he could, and was rewarded with a territorial growl from Lorcan. The air chilled on Lysander's backside as Lorcan ascended back to his cock, lapping from base to sensitive tip. Moist, sloppy sounds filled the air and Lysander closed his eyes against the sensation, feeling the telltale heat twisting up his spine. He whimpered as he looked down, the sight of his brother as a silvery pale wolf, slavering over his cock nearly too much. Lysander threw an arm over his eyes, biting down on his lip as he arched into Lorcan's mouth, cresting into the beginnings of waves of white, hot pleasure. He cried out as he shuddered his release.
When Lysander opened his eyes, he saw Lorcan licking his jowls and paws with what he could have sworn was a self-satisfied air.
"Lorcan," he said trying to catch his breath. "You really are in there." Lysander rubbed his forehead, wiping sweat off his brow.
He looked up to see Lorcan pacing over a patch of ground, circling three, four times before he lay down. He settled his head on top of his front legs, Lorcan's blue eyes blinking up at him. Lysander could hear a long whine come from his brother, a low keening that made his heart ache. His vision blurred and Lysander tried to wipe the tears from his eyes surreptitiously, without breaking eye contact with Lorcan.
The wolf would always stand between them. No matter what.