"Mmmhmm. Just feel for a bit, Babe. Just let me love you." His cock had made the rise again, hard as anything, pressing against Cage.
Those fingers danced over the tip of his prick, the touch enough to make him growl. "I. You smell good."
"You do too." It would take repetition, emphasis. But they'd get it. That got him a nod, a soft lick to his shoulder. The lick made Cage moan, nuzzle closer with open lips.
Anything that easy, that good had to be right. There was something that had brought Cage to him. Roman rolled a bit, nuzzling and licking, his hands moving on that skin.
Cage's lips wrapped around one nipple, pulling and tugging while Cage's fingers dug into his hips.
"Uhn." His eyes rolled, the slow, easy loving starting to go hard and fast as he moved, his hips rolling. "Like that, Babe."
Cage was hungry, eager, those lips fastened on his skin as Cage nodded, rumbled.
His hands cupped Cage's ass, pulling, rubbing them together hardr and harder. He had to growl a little when Cage tried to hit his neck again. Cage backed down, though, only a little sound arguing with him, pushing him.
He rolled the kid hard on his back, his teeth closing on Cage's Adam's apple, everything going still while they discussed it. He felt Cage's whimper as the pup fought to keep it in. Stubborn little shit. Stubborn and strong. It was as endearing as it was frustrating. Licking where he'd bitten, Roman verbalized, rumbling and soothing with his hands and lips. It felt like one step forward, two back. He got his whimper then, all caught up in a moan as he licked and tasted. Cage's chin lifted, body arching to get closer to him, to touch him.
There. There. That did it. Roman went back to loving on Cage, licking, kissing, his cock pressing. He reached down and cupped Cage's prick, squeezing. So eager, Cage's cock pushed right into his hand, shaft sliding on the palm as the pup's hips jerked and humped.
"Good. Yeah. Good." Okay, less than coherent, but it was positive reinforcement, right? Fuck, that felt hot, wild, making him want to howl.
"Good..." Cage groaned, fingers finding his prick and wrapping around good and tight. "Good." They moved again, lining up, their cocks slipping and sliding together. Yeah. That was the thing. The perfect ticket. Cage's eyes went wide, lips parting on a low cry. "Roman!"
"Yeah, Pup. Come on. We just need to..." His hips pushed and rocked, his orgasm rising along his spine.
Heat sprayed up against his belly, Cage's fingers sliding and scratching along his spine. Roman grunted, letting that little bit of pain push him over as he shot, loving how pleasure made his head spin. Yeah.
The pup was boneless and quiet beneath him, relaxed and panting nice and easy.
Again. See, when the kid stopped thinking...Roman curled around him, happy as a pig in shit that their day out was going so damned well. Cage hummed and snuggled, lazy and sated, close to napping with him.
"We should get back, Babe," he said. They'd napped already. Time to go home.
Cage nodded. "We should. You make me sleepy." His shoulder got nipped, the bite stinging.
"We wear each other out. Come on, we can run home and curl up in that big old bed..." They could snuggle. Snuggling was good. He was a fan.
"First one home gets to choose supper." Cage grinned, eyes just lit up as the little shit rolled from under him, scrambling away.
They left their clothes behind and just ran for it. Roman would like to say he let Cage win, but the pup had just enough of a head start on him...
***
The moon was filling.
He could feel it and the change was still unusual enough that he made him growly and restless, had him pacing from workshop to cabin to woods over and over, day and night.
Hunting.
He needed to hunt and feed and...
Yeah.
Hunting.
God.
Cage sort of got lost in his head, coming around at the near edge of the trees, mouth opened as his nose wrinkled, he was sniffing so hard.
"BOO!" Roman jumped right out in front of him, hands flying up to push at his shoulders.
He yelped and sprang back, leaping forward to pounce Roman and possibly pound the man into the dirt. Roman went down, laughing like a maniac, struggling against him.
"Ass." He growled and snapped, adrenaline flooding him and making him shiver. "What were you doing?"
"I was coming to see if you wanted to run." They'd done that once before, stripping off and running through the woods.
"You startled me." His nostrils were flaring, his heart thrumming in his chest. "I like running."
"I meant to. Adrenaline is good for the soul." Roman rolled them, pinning him on the bottom and rubbing on him, scent heavy and hot. "And other things."
Roman's shoulder felt good, trapped in his teeth. "What other things?"
Lord, Roman was hot, heavy.
Solid.
"Your cock. Makes it easy to just get all hyped up and wanna fuck." Roman grinned, showing his teeth. The man had a one track mind.
"You always want." He pushed and rolled Roman over, just managing to bite the soft belly before spring up and running like hell.
A deep growl chased him, then he heard footsteps pounding, Roman coming after him. Fuck, the man was fast.
Fuck.
Fuck. Run.
Hurry.
Run.
The trees blurred, nothing but the leaves beneath his feet and the footsteps behind him reaching him. The lunge nearly took him down, but Roman's hand slid off his back, just catching in the pocket of his jeans. The denim ripped, his feet and head going forward, hips and ass caught for second before the seams let go and he went tumbling.
Snarling, Roman scrambled up behind him, rough growls all he could hear over the beating of his own heart. That heavy chest pressed against his back this time, pushing him down. He snarled back, fighting it, pushing back as he scrambled to get to his feet again.
They rocked back and forth, Roman clawing at his back a little, splitting his shirt, too. Fucking asshole. He rippled, snapping at the air, teeth clicking together in sheer fucking frustration. A low, hard sound made his hackles rise and then Roman was biting his nape, teeth hard and deep into his skin. It was the best thing he'd ever felt. And the worst.
A sharp howl tore from him, a mixture of pleasure and panic and things he couldn't understand that poured out of him. Grunting, Roman licked where he'd bitten, the rasp of a rough tongue making him shiver, making it all seem like too much and not enough. All the while that big body pinned him, one arm sliding under his chest to cradle him.
His mind was rabbiting, but his body betrayed him, relaxing into the arm that held him, into the heat that surrounded him. He had never heard the sounds that Roman gave him now, not from anyone. He knew them, though. Deep down in his bones. They meant to calm him and excite him at the same time. His head fell forward even as his entire body started rolling and moving, wanting to rub.
This was like the hunt. It sang in his blood, urgent and instinctive. Roman made it so good, so hard to think and resist and...oh. God, Roman's mouth felt good just below his ear. Just like with the hunt, Cage stopped fighting it, knowing that it wouldn't work, that the beast knew what he needed.
"Mmmmm." That rumble vibrated along his skin, Roman rubbing harder against him, actually sliding him along the ground. His hips rolled, pushing back against Roman, fitting against the muscled body like a hand in glove. He almost had a minute to think when Roman lifted up, cold air blanketing his backside. Then that perfect weight was back, and Roman's skin felt hot and smooth against his, that cock prodding his ass.
His breath caught, eyes going wide, but his body didn't still. It just pushed back, ass rubbing against Roman's shaft, like a... Like a bitch in heat.
He whimpered, head tossing.
"Shhh. Shhh." Roman licked him, sucked up hot blood under the skin of his upper arm before moving to kiss his neck. Those hips never stopped moving, that hard prick never stopped poking. God.
His hips started shi
fting, rocking, pushing back to meet the hot touch of Roman's cock. It slid along his crease, down to rub against his balls and back up again. All the while Roman held him, that strong arm never once giving way, keeping him up, keeping the angle just right.
Cage closed his eyes, stopped thinking and let the deep groans that wanted out free. Roman. Oh. Roman sat up on his knees, pulling up, and Cage felt himself pop up, his back to Roman's front. Roman's cock got trapped between them, pressing up, and one of Roman's hands dropped to touch Cage's cock. It made his eyes roll back.
His head dropped back against Roman's shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. Good. Good.
"Yeah, good." Had he said it out loud, or had Roman just learned to read his mind? The man worked him like there was no tomorrow, keeping him trapped in sensation.
He relaxed into Roman's rhythm, rocking and shifting, lost right there in it. Roman didn't take it any farther than driving him crazy, and finally that big hand squeezed, pulling all the way down and stroking all the way up. The head of Roman's hot fucking cock tapped at his hole, and that was it. It was all over.
The world sort of shifted as he exploded, his whole body going limp and lazy in Roman's arms.
"Mmmm." He felt Roman shoot against his ass, coating his cheeks, his thighs. So hot, like the guy was just a furnace. Damn. Solid as a rock, Roman held them up, stroking his belly, rubbing his own come into his skin.
He turned his head, licked and lapping at Roman's jaw and chin, moaning low.
"Better, Cage?" Roman was trying to stop calling him pup. He chose to take it as a sign of respect.
"Mmhmm. Better." He felt good. Energized and settled all at once.
"Good. Me too. The moon will come soon enough."
"It never seems like it's soon enough, right before." He'd never talked to anyone about it, not since he'd been forced from the den.
"That'll settle a bit, once you get older." There was no condescension there. Just the truth, the voice of experience.
"Yeah? It gets easier?" He wanted Roman to say yes, to say he'd fit back in his skin one day.
"It's always gonna tug. But it does get easier to handle, to feel like you can reel it in." Roman kissed his neck, his jaw. "And it helps to have pack."
Pack. The word intrigued him and worried him and fascinated him. Drew him. "Good."
"Yes. Good. Home. You know, it's kinda cold." He got a chuckle then, Roman's breath on his ear. "We ought to go take a shower."
"Mmm..." He hummed, nodded. He liked being in the water with Roman. Being slick.
He dangled for a minute as Roman rose, then set him down, laughing and looking rueful. "We're tough on clothes, Babe."
"You have a mouse in your pocket, Roman?"
"Well, if you'd quit running from me..." Smacking his ass, Roman started for the cabin, muscles moving so smoothly under that tanned skin.
He started following, body moving before his brain quite caught up.
It was pretty damned cold by the time he caught up, so he was glad of the hot water when Roman shoved him in the shower and started washing off leaves and come and dirt. Cage tugged Roman in with him, fingers spreading the bubbles over Roman's skin, the bubbles popping under his fingers.
Roman laughed for him, mock growling and worrying at his shoulder, no teeth involved though. He vaguely remembered playing like that, once. Long ago. His fingers remembered better, tickling and teasing, hunting for sensitive spots.
Now Roman just hooted for him, tickling right back, fingers not harsh or hard, just playing. Tormenting him. It relaxed him, deep into his bones. It was good, both of them splashing and snorting, laughing together.
They ended up just leaning on each other, soaping each other up, the occasional chuckle still escaping. Nothing urgent or sexual was going on. They just basked.
They stumbled out before the water lost its heat, drying themselves off roughly before leaping for the sofa with the piles of blankets and pillows. Nests. They liked their nests. He ended up snuggling in close - not tired, but not wracked with nerves anymore. Settled.
"Soon, Pup. Soon the moon will come and we can run. We'll get our first moon together. I can't wait to hunt with you." The words came soft and low, Roman stroking his back.
"I can't remember what you were like, I was too scared." Oh, hunting. He was good at that, loved the running and tracking and the smells.
"You'll probably want to fight me to begin with. Just remember I won't hurt you. You're just so used to being on your own..."
"Yeah. I haven't. I can remember others from before, but not very well. As soon as I got old enough to drop my balls, they sent me away. Too many males for one pack, I guess." His hand found his belly. He'd been cold and scared for a long time after, but he'd learned things, worked. He'd managed until the full moons started changing him. He'd managed well.
"Well, I think we're just enough." He could feel Roman's smile against his neck, and one hand joined his, petting his belly.
"Did you... Were you on your own?" Weird. They didn't talk much, but he was curious, curious about how everyone else lived.
"I've always been in smaller packs," Roman said. "Two or three bachelor males, at least since I hit puberty. But somehow..." Roman trailed off. "Well, they've all been dropping like flies."
"Yeah? I can believe it. Your guy left me close to the bone."
"Which is just weird. Johnny was kinda...lazy." Shrugging, Roman licked his throat a little, almost grooming him.
"Huh. Maybe he changed." That felt so good. Comforting deep down.
"Could be. I was gone longer than I expected, and if he had to go it alone, maybe his instinct got better. I'm glad he didn't do you in, Pup." Oh, that was nice. Real.
"Me too." His fingers found Roman's skin and started petting, long slow glides over hairs and skin and muscles.
"Mmmm. We ought to think on food at some point, Pup." Roman kinda...swarmed over him, pulling the covers up more to keep the cold out.
"There's stewed chicken. I could make dumplings." He liked dumplings.
"Oh, I'd like that. You cooking. And I love dumplings." Heavy, warm, Roman just made him feel good, deep inside. Made him settle.
"Okay." He sighed and snuggled, relaxed deep down.
"Later. We'll eat later. For now, just rest, yeah? You'll need your strength come full moon."
Yeah. To run. Hunt. It would be good.
It would be the best full moon in a long time.
***
Full moon!
Roman's skin tingled, feeling way too damned tight. Night needed to fall. He kept pacing, walking back and forth to look out the window of the cabin, growling every time he saw the sun, no moon yet in sight.
The fifth time he turned around, Roman came face to face with Cage, and it startled him enough that his hackles rose and he snarled a little. Cage blinked and snarled back, teeth bared and eyes just flashing. The pup didn't jump back though, didn't back away.
Shit. Roman sighed, running his hand over the top his head, ruffling his short hair. He'd let Cage chop at it for him rather than go into town, and it was uneven. "Sorry, Pup. Sorry. I'm just..."
Cage nodded, leaned in to lick his chin once. "Soon. It has to be soon. I hurt."
"I know." There, something to focus on. He put a hand behind Cage's head, stroking the nape of the pup's neck. "I know. I remember. Hell, I'm super itchy."
The pup rumbled softly, head falling forward. "Oh..."
Those strong fingers landed on his belly, dragging along his skin, scratching.
"Yeah." He used his thumb to push into the tense spot just beneath the pup's ear, humming as he twisted into Cage's touch. "That helps, huh? Unh."
The kid just couldn't let up on his belly, but Roman didn't mind. It felt fucking amazing.
"Uh-huh. Good. Good." Cage kept scratching him, easing his itch as they began to pant.
God. He rested his forehead against Cage's and let his eyes fall half closed. This is why a man needed a pack. This wa
s why going it alone sucked. The sounds they made filled the cabin - little chuffs and groans, growls and rumbles. Each sound was less human, more feral and good and right.
Fuck. Johnny had never been any good at this. He'd been far too human, and all about the women, at least in theory. Oh, he'd bent over well enough when they were about to change, but the little prick was nothing like Cage. Cage was so damned giving, despite his caution...
And you know, there was the whole Johnny running off thing.
The longer they stood there, the less he thought and the more he felt, just Cage and male sweat and right. His chest and shoulders were explored, tasted. Cage moved against him, rubbing and giving him something to rub against. Somehow he had to get Cage naked, too, but his hands just forgot how to work, feeling clumsy and useless. Their scent curled up around them, making his nose twitch and his mouth water.
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