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Jacob begins too gentle, entirely too cautious for what they’d discussed. His fingers brush along Beau’s sides, nails just beginning their transformation into sharper points. Beau was glad at least, that Jacob hadn’t taken so long to remove his clothes. They were both naked already, so Beau didn’t understand why he was choosing now to be tentative.
Jacob, luckily, didn’t hesitate for much longer, scraping his nails over Beau’s hips. It sent up a sweet shiver of anticipation. He could already feel the lurching of his gut, arousal building in his abdomen as he pictured what his boyfriend might do to him next. His body grew excited at the forbidden nature, mind sticking on images of Jake’s wolf form staking its claim, claws leaving irrevocable evidence along his skin. Beau should definitely not be getting hot over a wolf .
He forgets all about it when Jacob nudges him, adjusting his position with a firm but non-constrictive grip. His face is pushed sideways into the mattress, and he’s put onto all fours, ass in the air. In his peripheral, he catches a glimpse of Jacob licking his chops as if admiring a particularity scrumptious meal.
He feels Jake’s fingers massage his back before dropping to his legs, sliding downward. He slips his hands around the inside of Beau’s thighs. He forces them to spread wider, causing the flush in Beau’s skin to spread all the into his neck. He feels suddenly vulnerable and hot. Very, very hot.
Jacob’s grip on his thighs tightens briefly and droplets of pre-cum splatter atop the sheets, exposing exactly how Beau feels about the progression. Jacob lets out a low growl of appreciation, sounding far too much like a possessive dog. Then, as if tempted by the preview, he gives in to his urges.
It’s with a surprising hunger that Jacob begins lapping softly between his legs, cleaning the semen off the side. His nose teased along Beau’s groin, drawing out a needy whine. He paused when he was finished, just enough to make Beau grow impatient, just a little anxious, before he finally dove in.
It was an aggressive shift, animalistic, and Beau had to clutch his pillow to keep from crying out. Jake swiped his tongue, hot and wet, right over Beau’s hole. He twists it inside without warning, nipping at the edge whenever he needed a breather. A deep growl swelled in Jacob’s throat, rumbling up through his chest and vibrating against Beau’s tailbone. It sent pleasant chills down his spine, and he couldn’t stop an encouraging kind of moan.
Beau found himself unable to prevent his own reactions, hips jerking desperately forward. His cock went untouched, straining for friction. Jake didn’t give it to him, grasping his legs harder and curving his tongue further inside. Obscene noises make the tips of Beau’s ears go red as Jake begins to suck and bite there too, rolling the appendage to reach ever deeper and turning up the end each time he removed it.
It became clear Jake was exploring. It didn’t seem to be for foreplay though, but out of greed. The werewolf was seeking something specific from Beau, which he wasn’t sure he could give. That uncertainty just meant Jacob might plunder endlessly, unrelenting.
Beau had stopped shaking as much at least, allowing Jake to hold him up, relentless in his efforts. His body had grown looser, lax, but his blood pumped like fire in his veins. The heat was almost unbearable, and his balls were tight.
“Come on, you can do it.” Jacob urged, a sly whisper of warmth tickling Beau’s ear. His lips made their way artfully back down, dragging between Beau’s shoulder blades and the ridges of his spine. One of his palms fell to Beau’s ass cheek, spreading it wide. Jake tilted his head, eyes flickering with desire as he stared intently. He lulled his tongue once again, licking inside from an entirely different angle. He forged a new path, achieving an even greater depth than before, and bending Beau’s body to his whims. It seemed to have already accepted its fate, loosening dutifully under the ministrations.
Whenever Jake left him, his hole gapped in protest, puckering in invitation. Beau had no control over the sounds that spilled from him either, only able to bury himself within the folds of the blankets, his pelvis undulating reactively. The situation was utterly out of his grasp, and that’s what he loved about it. Jake was wild and sure, like a beast, tongue laving and squelching with purpose. It dug against his walls as if consuming a delicious morsel of prey. Until, at last, he discovered Beau’s prostate.
It was agonizing, how good it felt, filling him to the brim with a nearly insatiable desperation. Beau was approaching climax, but his arms were too weak to lift, so he couldn’t touch himself. He couldn’t bring himself to pull away either, the tease too sweet. So he keened for more, rutting the air.
Beau was soon panting, unable to care just how debauched he may look. All he could do was encourage Jacob to do more, punching his hips to fuck into the werewolf’s face. He writhed and squirmed, muffling his moans by biting the pillowcase. Jake huffed, noticing his impatience and taking a moment to examine his work. Beau groaned at the loss, twisting his legs together for any friction he could get. He sighed in content, completely immersed in the pursuit of pleasure.
“Not yet.” Jake scolded, wearing a small smirk as he leaned forward. He pried Beau’s thighs back apart, keeping one hand steady while the other reached to wrap around Beau’s balls. Jake was preventing him from cumming, but Beau didn’t have time to protest. Jake’s free hand massaged enticingly over his slackened entrance, petting his fingers lightly across the rim before pushing inside.
Jake was still aggressive, still in control, but less instinctual. His fingers scraped and dipped into Beau’s hole, scissoring and stretching. He prepped methodically, spreading saliva like lube, everywhere within reach. Then, fingers still submerged, he ducked closer to allow his tongue to join in on the process. Beau, who had grown more used to the feeling, wished suddenly that Jake would sink something bigger inside. His boyfriend however, had his own agenda, working slow and cautious to keep it rough but harmless when he finally decided to take Beau apart.
Beau bit his lip and squeezed his eyelids shut, giving in. He focused on nothing but the feeling of Jake. The grip around his testicles kept him from release, so he knew the only way toward relief was when Jake allowed it. He could only let himself go.
Jake’s fingers were warm, growing slick as they mixed together pre-cum and spit. They did two jobs at once, opening Beau wider and periodically pressing against his most sensitive area. It was deliberate, the way Jacob fingered him, tightening his hold on Beau’s balls every time he struck against his prostate. Beau couldn’t think of anything but his need to cum, but that desperation continued to build. Jake had only one prize on his mind, which he would stop at nothing to earn.
Beau’s body began to shake uncontrollably. It started in his chest, heart stuttering. It caught in his throat, expelling a high sound. Then, it reverberated throughout his nerves, flaring from the curl in his gut all the way up into the pads of his fingers. Beau spasmed, lashes fluttering as his eyes rolled back. He knew immediately what it was as soon as his pulse returned to a steadier rhythm: a dry orgasm. His erection remained, throbbing hard and unruly, meanwhile, his insides had melted. An embarrassing substance leaked from his hole, and he couldn’t help the instinct to keep it there, legs crossing and ass clenching.
“Good job.” Purred Jake, a low rumble at his pelvis. Beau could feel the werwolf’s hands, already making their way back around his quads. Jake shifted them apart, stroking them appreciatively as he watched the liquid dribble out. He dropped reassuring butterfly kisses across the skin of Beau’s lower back. Beau sighed, feeling loose and satisfied, but his cock twitched stubbornly, and he knew that they weren’t finished.
“ Jake .” He goaded, lifting his face from the bed to sneak a glare through his lashes. It wasn’t meant to be seductive, but reproachful. Beau just wanted his boyfriend to hurry up and fuck him already after all. Beau supposed it might’ve been a bit tempting then, his look…just the right amount.
“ Yes , I got you.” Hissed Jake, running his fingers soothingly over Beau’s backside. The light touch sent exhausted shivers of anticipation sparking to life along his nerves. Not a moment later, he felt the hot tip of Jake’s cock pulsing beneath his cleft.
“Go on,” Jake urged, practically drooling.
“ Take it. ” It took less than a second for Beau to realize what he meant. He was meant to take the lead from here, so Jake could watch as he rode him to completion. Frustrated, Beau contemplated how to get revenge. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Jake’s cock, hung impatiently at his entrance. It seemed just as hungry as he was, wet with Beau’s slick. Jake must’ve covered himself in it during the orgasm.
Beau knew he couldn’t wait much longer himself, so drawing it out wasn’t an option. But, there was something he could do. Something that would overwhelm his boyfriend in a similar fashion to how Jake had stimulated him. He sucked in a steadying breath, lining himself up and bracing for the pain. Then, he reached back and forced his hole as wide as it would go, and thrust himself backward.
It was a harsh slide without lube, but the choking sound which erupted unbidden from Jake’s throat made it all worth it. The strange liquid from Beau’s orgasm aided in the process too, along with the copious amounts of spit Jake had left inside.
Beau was slow, just wanting to get Jake fully sheathed first. He had been prepped rather well however, and soon found himself seeking more. He could feel every vein pulsing on Jake’s cock, the way his tip curved along his walls. Beau could tell that it wouldn’t be hard to bring himself to the edge a second time, but he wanted Jake to cum. It was both out of slight indignation for all the teasing, and to chase his own satisfaction. The dry orgasm had been nothing like he’d ever experienced, but it made him feel empty too. He was certain Jacob’s cum could fix that.
So, he inched forward on the bed, pulling Jacob with him. Back still facing Jake’s chest, he sat in his lap, hooking his thighs around the werewolf’s lower body. Once he’d adjusted to the new position, he tossed a naughty wink over his shoulder and began to bounce up and down. He swiveled his hips experimentally after establishing a steady pace, enjoying the sight of Jake absolutely failing to control his facial expression.
Beau made sure to work himself as far down on Jacob’s cock as he could get with each thrust, loving the feel of his ballsack slapping against his ass. From the way the pubic hair tickled him, he could almost believe it was a wolf’s knot, and Beau couldn’t resist arching a little more on the next slide, attempting to slip it all inside. He wanted it to catch on the rim and fill him to satisfaction. He was so greedy for it that his ass began to react in kind, clenching tightly as if to pull Jake even further inside.
“Come on, come on. ” Beau mumbled, stringing together a series of encouragements even though he knew it was an impossible task. Even if Jacob agreed to change into a wolf, he would only tear Beau to pieces. So Beau stuck to fantasizing, rolling his ass back into every one of Jake’s thrusts.
“It’s alright baby, I’ll give you what you want.” Whispered Jake, pulling Beau back so that he could rest against his pecs. His mouth fell to Beau’s jugular, harsh breathes bringing him into focus. Teeth rested there for a moment, offering warning, before they sunk passed his skin. Jake’s canines drew blood, and he used them as leverage to penetrate Beau even deeper. Palms steadying Beau’s hips, Jake fucked into him rough. Tired, Beau sucked in a rush of air, pivoting his hips at the right moments and tightening his walls.
And for a moment, when Jake chose to tear through him, puncturing almost too deep, it felt as if Beau really had been knotted. He was stuffed so full of Jake, the empty feeling gone, and hot ropes of cum jetting directly into his prostate. That was when Beau let his hands fall to his erection at last, urging it into an orgasm so that his hole would tighten in response and hold Jake inside.
When they calmed, falling in an exhausted heap next to each other atop the bed, Beau stopped Jake from pulling out.
“Leave it in for a little.” He said, embarrassed. He couldn’t meet Jake’s gaze, but he wrapped one of the werewolf’s arms around his waist like a blanket. They kissed lazily as their heartbeats returned to normal, spooning and snuggling like mates. It wasn’t until they got up to wash off in the shower that Jake realized why he’d requested such a thing. Then, with eyes wide, he’d taken Beau by the shoulders and gapped.
“You were trying to get me to knot you . ” He whispered, stunned. Beau couldn’t help covering the blush which pinked his cheeks, avoiding Jake’s gaze.
“Yes.” He squeaked, dodging Jake’s hand, which had been attempting to trap his chin in its grip. Jake fell silent then, and Beau worried his fantasy was too much. Just because he liked Jake’s wolf form, didn’t mean Jake was open to the idea. The expression that followed however, changed his mind. Clearly, Jacob hadn’t thought about it before, but he was thinking about it now . This assumption was only confirmed by what the werewolf said in response.
“Guess we know what we’re trying next time then.”