“I’ll bet.” Thane uttered heatedly. His right hand slipped around Hooper’s waist as he moved in behind him, pressing his body to him, while his hand continued to fuck his ass. Thane ran the tip of his nose along Hooper’s neck. He wanted Hooper to feel his arousal, how turned on he was.
“Let me.” He said as Hooper reached behind him, feeling the contouring length of Thane against him.
“Yes, please.” He uttered closing his eyes. “Please fuck me.” Thane began moving the butt plug quicker, listening to the rhythm of Hooper’s breath and excitement at the action.
Thane’s cock throbbed in the confines of his jeans. “Touch yourself.” He instructed.
Hooper’s hand moved quickly, to circle the base of his erect cock. He started rocking between them, cock in hand as he pushed the foreskin back and forth quickly while Thane pumped his ass with the butt plug. He couldn’t help but get wrapped up in the sensation of pleasure that was building up in him.
Thane couldn’t help but start rubbing back against Hooper’s body, needing friction on his own encased and swelling cock. Thane wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold off not fucking Hooper. The young wolf was too erotic a sight to ignore when he was worked up like this.
“Ready?” Thane muttered, his voice brushing against Hooper’s ear. “Ready to come for me, love?”
Hooper’s only response was to make some kind of mewling growl in his throat before Thane began. He speed up the fucking of the butt plug, making it excessively fast. Hooper’s hand on his own cock could not keep up with the rhythmic speed.
And as the sensation of his gland being brushed over with the plug so perfectly took him over, Thane scrapped his shifted werewolf fangs down along Hooper’s throat. Feeling the pulsing beat of his jugular underneath them increase with every movement he made.
He smelled the fur of wolf and rain at night and his grip on Hooper’s waist tightened as Hooper moved frantically to find his own release. Thane wasn’t going to survive this encounter without coming in his own damn jeans. Still he held tight to the other male as they built up a friction of speed between them.
Hooper cried out unashamedly loud as his release spurted out of his cock in streams of come, dribbling over his own hand and along his own torso. Thane sank his teeth into Hooper’s shoulder as he spasamed into the back of him, grinding himself as hard as he dare into the backside of the lycan in his arms.
Hooper moaned deeply as he felt werewolf fangs slice into the top of his shoulder, and the smell of blood filled the air along with semen. He’d never experienced something so erotic before. His body shivered as Thane ground against him, growling into his skin. Making it vibrate with energy and lust.
After the shattering of each wolf against the other, Hooper gulped down air, and blinked a few times, trying to remind himself to come back to earth. He’d never gotten off like that before. Ever.
No one had ever made him feel so damn sexy like that before. He panted and tried to twist his head to look at Thane, who’s teeth were still inside him, even as the butt plug was no longer.
“Damn man.” Hooper panted. “You are something else.”
He felt Thane’s smile against his skin before he withdrew the werewolf fangs from his skin, leaving open cuts to sting in the air around them.
“You’re so damn responsive it’s incredible.” Thane panted planting little kisses along Hoper’s neck and working his way up behind his ear. “Ready for a run now?” Hooper’s eyes went wide, was Thane saying what he thought he was saying?
A run, as in together as wolves. A run where perhaps the older alpha male would again, help him shift to his tribal form? The thought of it made Hooper very excited indeed. He didn’t run with others. Other than occasionally with his brother. And that wasn’t all that often. Booker was after all, a pack wolf, he ran with his pack when it was required.
“Question is,” Hooper panted back at him. “Are you ready? We don’t run in blue jeans in the Bronx baby. not that I uh, think you could.” He said with a smirk looking at the wet patch on Thane’s jeans.
13
There was a small part of Thane’s brain, a nagging, practical, all too human part that asked him repeatedly, if he knew what he was really doing. Doing with the lycan before him, who was again, stripping off clothing to reveal that magnificent body to him, twice in an hour and Thane was addicted to the sight of it. His chest swelled and his cock hardened just at the sight of him.
Hooper put his clothes in an army green duffel bag and slid it under a bush out of plain sight. Thane pulled off his own clothes hastily and threw them aside too. Hooper with what seemed like a growing need, that Thane too felt after their bedroom encounter, walked over to him, with a need to be nearer to the other wolf.
“Is this your regular haunt for running?” Thane asked Hooper who still smelt of alcohol. Thane hoped it was to help the lycan relax into his shift, not hamper it.
“Yeah, most of the time, this is where I come, figuratively and literally speaking.” Hooper chuckled a hand touching his again, erect cock lightly as he played with his own balls. Thane’s eyes darted down to watch Hooper touch himself.
“You normally masturbate yourself into the shift?” He asked curiously as Hooper’s hand began to circle his cock and move along it. The whole time, his line of sight focused on Thane. Thane who was hard all over, naked and more than disciplined enough not to masturbate himself before a shift. But damn, if Hooper wasn’t tempting him.
“Yes.” Hooper said breathlessly as he began to pick up the pace along his cock. It was all too easy now, having already experienced the satisfaction of coming once, he was even more eager to experience it again. His body would not hold out on him as long as it had back in the bedroom. The site of Thane had his wolf whining and wagging its tail with expectation. Thane’s face sharpened, his eyes turning to wolf eyes in the blink of one pair of luscious lashes. He grabbed Hooper’s cock in his hand tightly.
“Oww.” Hooper winced, his own hand under Thane’s tight grip on his cock.
“You’re scent, your semen, it will be like a calling card to other wolves who run here. They’ll smell it and assume you’re fair game.” Thane uttered somewhere between angry and aroused. “No masturbating for you, unless you use a condom. I’ll help you shape shift.” Hooper’s hand dropped off his own cock, whilst Thane’s remained gripped around it. “What do you choose?”
“Condom. Please.”
Thane nodded his head and released Hooper’s cock, reluctantly from his own grasp. Hooper bent forward, his cock already so sensitized that he almost shot his load then and there with the release from the pressure of Thane’s hand.
He somehow managed to focus on the task at hand and walked back to his bag, and produced a condom packet and opened it. Glancing over at Thane who’s line of vision on him was singularly determined and darkly arousing.
Thane’s chest rose and fell in a breath pattern that indicated he was just as excited by this encounter with Hooper as the lycan was with him. Despite how reserved he appeared to be towards having any actual sex with Hooper. Or allowing Hooper to touch him in return.
Hooper paused before Thane again, the condom tip paused at the top of the head of his red cock. He started to roll the condom down his length. But found himself pausing and panting heavily.
“Problem?” Thane asked frowning. He was getting rather used to watching Hooper masturbate for him, he was rather liking it, a lot. He didn’t want him to stop, not now. His own cock twitched and moved and ignored the urge to grab it in his own hand. He had more control than that.
“Uh,”
“Hooper, talk to me.” Thane said directly.
Sharp, clear, hazel eyes zeroed in on Thane’s face. “I’m so ready, I uh, I don’t think I can put this on without losing my load immediately.” Hooper admitted. He didn’t want to fail Thane’s command of him. Even he recognized that by following everything the werewolf had demanded sexually of him so far, had brought him nothing but u
tter pleasure. More heightened than anything he thought he’d ever experienced beforehand.
Thane closed the gap between them and Hooper could do nothing more than wait in anticipation for his next command. What he received instead was Thane’s hand on the head of his cock, allowing Hooper to drop his own hand away from the task.
“You will not come until I tell you can. Do you understand me Hooper?” Thane’s voice said taking on a tone that resonated throughout his muscles and into his blood. Hooper closed his eyes and sighed. He loved the voice. It meant so many things to him at once.
“Yes.” He sighed, opening his eyes to find Thane’s hand had already slid the condom down over his cock. He hand still paused at the base of Hooper’s thickness. Thane’s eyes focused on the cock in his hands. Hooper noted his breathing was deep as his chest heaved. Thane was aroused by the very sight of him. It made Hooper smile that he could please Thane in such a way.
“I’m not going for a run with you and watching some other male wolf mount your, tight, shapely ass that I was butt plug, fucking this afternoon.” Thane said as one hand smoothed over the round of Hooper’s ass. “Your ass is mine now.” Thane said pinching a cheek tightly. “And the only scent they will smell on you, is me.”
“Yes Thane.” Hooper said quickly, he was excited by the dominance coming out of Thane. He was saying he wouldn’t share Hooper, and at the same time, perhaps, in the not too distant future, he’d fuck Hooper too. God did he want that cock in his ass.
Hooper’s eyes dropped to Thane’s cock which was erect and against his stomach. He had a long cock. Decent thickness, but he had length on Hooper.Thane tightened his grip on Hooper’s clothed cock’s base and watched the lycan squirm slightly at the pressure gripping him. Thane’s other hand returned to his own cock and began sliding up and down the tender skin of it.
“Oh god yes.” Hooper panted, watching Thane masturbate before him. “I want you so much, please cover me in your come.” Hooper’s babbling words only spurred Thane’s actions on his cock to increase in speed. The thought that another wolf had in the past mounted his ass, drove him to speed up his masturbation. He was going to be the only wolf mounting this lycan’s ass.
Thane wanked himself until he could take no more and when he was close, he released Hooper’s cock from his grasp. Grabbing the other males hips quickly, he slammed himself against his condom clothed cock and rutted as he came, spurting his seed over both of them.
“Oh my god” Hooper panted losing his battle to remain controlled. The sensation of Thane moving against him, against his sack and balls and with his cock, was too much for him. He shouted and filled the condom quickly.
Hooper’s arms slid around Thane’s waist as Thane pulled him in close and looking up into glassy eyes, that were about to fall into blissful haze, he kissed the openly gaping mouth before him. Hooper’s attention snapped to a sharp point as he zoned in on the kiss and met Thane’s thrusting tongue in his mouth eagerly. Melding their lips together as he ground, even more against the two sensitized and spent cocks trapped between their bodies.
Moans elicited between both of them and Thane was in danger of losing himself in the lycan’s eagerness to fill his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of him. Even with the hint of whiskey that still stayed on his breath.
“Whoa, Hoops,” Thane panted breathlessly pushing apart form Hooper who whined immediately as he pulled back at Thane, trying to pull himself back in again. But Thane was once again, focused and pushed on his shoulders. “You need to shift.”
“I need to be fucked.” Hooper panted back at him, diving for his mouth, and instead, licking under Thane’s jaw quickly causing Thane to sigh. “Fuck me, please my beautiful werewolf,” He begged as he mouthed his way along Thane’s neck, “Fuck me.”
Thane found his hands going to the back of Hooper’s neck and digging into the soft hair there. “Damn it Hooper, if you’re this horny on the first night of lunar week, it’s a wonder you survive the week at all.”
“Why do you think I run here?” Hooper smirked up at him and then realized the error of his statement. Thane’s expression lost all it’s lust and sharpened as he frowned down at him. “Uh I meant,”
“I know exactly what you meant. And out of all the places we could go for a run in the Bronx, you still brought me here, to your cruising ground.” Thane said stiffening and tightening his fingers around Hooper’s hair, yanking his head back. “You thought you’d make me jealous, jealous enough to fuck you, is that it?” Hooper’s eyes were wide but on him. “Get on your knees and shift for me.”
Thane’s dominant side couldn’t be suppressed any longer as he yanked Hooper downwards. Hooper folded down to his hands and knees, missing the touch of Thane’s hands in his hair as he kneeled on the ground. “Think of night, the smell of fur and the heat of the moon, think of all that sex you’re going to get your wolf ass into and shift.”
Hooper looked up at him apologetically. “I didn’t mean to insult you by bringing you here, it’s just,” He sighed and looked down at the ground again. “It’s habit when I’m nursing the blues.”
Thane’s shoulders relaxed a little. “Why are you blue Hooper?”
“It’s the anniversary of my attack today.” He muttered in a low voice and then pushed the thought aside. Thane dropped to his knees before the other male.
“Why didn’t you tell me that earlier?”
“I was kind of lost.” Hooper muttered refusing to meet Thane’s face. “You have a way of making me feel,”
“Yes?” Thane asked him, sliding his hand over Hooper’s hair, down his back, patting him calmly.
“Just making me feel alive, out of the numbness.” Hooper said looking up at him finally.
Thane’s voice caught in his throat with the raw emotion he saw in Hooper’s eyes. He’d searched so long for that feeling, that acknowledgement, for himself. It came, he suspected from being a lone wolf without a pack or the comfort of a pack mate.
There was an innate assuredness in another being yours. Thane had always wanted that. It’d only gotten worse for him when he and his brother had been exiled from their home pack.
“I want you to shift, and lose yourself to the wolf. Can you do that for me Hooper?” Hooper gulped down the vat of nervous in his throat, he’d never been so damn open before, it made him feel vulnerable and yet, Thane got it. He knew he did. He could trust him. Hooper nodded his head quickly and let out a breath.
“Don’t think about it happening, about how the shift works, instead, think about everything else. Like a wolf would. Take in the environment, the smells, the sense of this land being part of you.” Thane’s voice became melodic to his ears as Hooper felt his skin tingle with excited trepidation at the thought of letting the wolf in him, out.
“Think of the feel of the land and how it comforts you and how it welcomes you into its embrace like a lover waiting for your return home.” Hooper let out a long groan as his skin tightened and the shift pulsed in his blood and up against his skin.
“I’m going to be waiting for you. My werewolf is going to be waiting for this one lycan from the Bronx to play with.” Thane smirked as he focused on blanketing Hooper in some of his own power, easing the shift for Hooper to begin.
Thane watched as Hooper arched his back up, as if in a cat stretch, and straightened his arms, digging his fingers into the moist earth underneath them. His fingers becoming elongated nails and fur slowly sprouting along his arms as the shape shift started to take him under. It seemed leisurely to watch Hooper’s shape shift, like it was a controlled wave of being. Shifting from human to wolf back to front until there was nothing before him but a lycan wolf.
He’d seen various shape shifts over the years, but he’d never seen one, so precise that it did it all so orderly before. Hooper was fascinating to Thane. He just couldn’t not pay attention to the lycan before him.
“Good boy.” Thane said running a hand over his head. Crouching on his haunches Thane close
d his eyes and allowed his shape shift to engulf him. It was all too easy, he rather liked being his werewolf self. Sometimes, it seemed easier, nicer to live life as a werewolf like this, than as a hybrid human shell of one.
14
Life was simple when the werewolf inside got to take over, was Thane’s first thought as he watched Hooper shift to his tribal form. It was smooth and didn’t take too long, although it took him longer than it would take Thane to shift. But that was to be expected. Lycans on some level, probably worked different to the original thing they were trying to be. A watered down version.
Thane looked over at Hooper through dark brown eyes that bordered on black. Snorting at him, they began to wander off though the acreage of the parkland. As the scents of the park got richer the deeper they wandered, Thane began to pick up the pace, barking at Hooper.
Smiling cheekily the grey wolf trotted right in front of him, wagging his tail no less giving Thane glances of his ass before starting to run. Tease. Thane said in his mind at Hooper, automatically. Then chided himself silently for his stupidity. Telepathy was an ability his bloodline held, but not all wolf packs had it. Thane was rather used to speaking to his brother with it. So it was somewhat of an automatic behaviour when in their tribal forms.
Hooper glanced back around at him and Thane picked up the pace. Had the other wolf heard him? Hooper can you hear me? Thane tried again as he ran along the landscape barely feeling it under his feet as they started to go flat out.
Hooper barked and darted to the left suddenly, leaping over a broken log. Causing Thane to skid to a stop and do a fast about face to chase after the younger male. Hooper had an advantage over him, he knew the local land they were on. But Thane had speed on the other wolf. Thane flattened his ears and lowered his head, ducking and sliding under shrubbery as he chase after Hooper.
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