“Yeah, but not just for food.”
Hooper paused and looked back up at Thane. “So fuck first, food later?” He asked hopefully. Thane looked down at Hooper’s glisteningly wet mouth and ran a thumb across his bottom lip. He knew he could make that lip wetter.
“Remember the part where I told you I like to take it slow?” He muttered back at Hooper softly. Hooper whined up at him. Like a puppy. Thane watched his thumb, glide along the lip, right up until Hooper sucked the thumb into his delicious, mouth. Thane watched the way he sucked, the way his lips gripped the thumb and his jaw moved as though Hooper were doing much more than sucking Thane’s thumb. Thane felt a familiar stiffening in his jeans.
Thane was mesmerized by the erotic sight of Hooper sucking his thumb, he couldn’t stop watching the young male, who’s eyes were locked onto his face. He almost whined when Hooper stopped sucking and released his thumb.
“Imagine what I could do with your cock in my mouth.” Hooper whispered.
Thane had no problem imagining what Hooper could do. How talented he would be at giving head. “Never said you couldn’t have my cock.” Thane husked back at him, grabbing him suddenly and spinning him around, throwing Hooper down a top the King size bed.
Hooper landed backwards, bouncing on it and looking up at Thane who shook off his shirt entirely. Revealing his bare chest and the magnificent tattoo design that Hooper couldn’t help but stare at.
Thane began to undo his jeans and Hooper’s eye line shifted to the movement of Thane’s hands as he pushed his jeans down and pulled his once again, hard and erect cock out. Hooper scrambled around to get on his hands and knees and crawl back over to Thane.
Thane produced a condom pack and held it out to Hooper. “Put this on me and service me, with that bratty mouth.” Thane said holding his cock in hand.
Hooper took the condom off him and opened the condom pack and pulled out the condom, getting it the right way around, he looked up at Thane who was watching him.
His eyes filled with dark heat and desire. His body tense with a need for release. Hooper grinned, opened his mouth, and put the condom between his teeth. Thane’s watched, as Hooper lowered himself till he was on his forearms, and right in front of Thane’s bulging cock head.
Thane stilled to the point of almost not breathing. Then Hooper slid forward on the bed and delicately placed the tip of the condom, on the head of his cock. Thane looked down, riveted as Hooper began to work the edges of the condom, down his cock length, with his mouth. Swallowing Thane’s cock in the process.
Hooper looked up at him, when reached the base of his cock, where his hand was still holding himself. Thane panted with need. He wanted to fuck the smile off Hooper’s beautiful face. Hooper stilled, waiting for Thane’s instruction it seemed.
“Service me or so fucking help me I will fuck your mouth, hard.” Thane panted, thoroughly excited. Hooper blinked but kept still, as if testing Thane and his patience or to see if he’d come good on his promise. “You want that, brat?” Thane panted, his free hand reaching for Hooper’s head of hair. “You want me to fuck your mouth, is that it? Or are you gonna deep throat me, show me how skilled you are.” Hooper blinked again, and reached up to remove Thane’s hand.
Thane’s hands dropped off himself and he watched as Hooper moved slowly, and continuously down his length, taking his cock deeper into him. “Jesus, that’s hot.” Thane husked as Hooper then began to apply pressure with his mouth, all around him.
He groaned knowing he wouldn’t last long, because it felt far too good. Far too perfect. Hooper alternated pressure and began to move along Thane’s length. Thane fought to keep his eyes open, as he rocked with Hooper’s movement along him. He ground his teeth together, tightening his jaw as Hooper worked him fully down his length. Breathing hard as Hooper began to move, his head bobbing back and forth, as Thane kept sliding his hand up the back of his neck.
Thane Cavello hadn’t felt that good in a damn long time. Hadn’t been sucked so deep and hard in a forever. Hooper began to squirm, trying to reach a hand underneath himself, obviously trying to reach for his own cock, which Thane recognized would be trapped, not only in his jeans, but probably painfully, since Hooper was lying on his stomach.
“Stop.” Thane ground out and Hooper stopped, pulling his mouth back off Thane’s cock.
Hooper looked up at him, doe eyed. “Did I do something wrong?” Thane offered him a hand and Hooper came up to kneeling.
Thane bent down to kiss his mouth. “We need to get you out of those jeans.” Hooper began to strip quickly, happy to be compliant. Thane helped him and then kicked off his own shoes. Hopper slid off the bed and dropped to the ground softly. Taking Thane’s socks off and helping him get rid of his jeans completely. To reveal his already erect cock.
“Now, where were we?” Hooper smiled kneeling before Thane and licking the head of his cock again. Thane moaned, putting his hands behind his back as he watched Hooper resume the torturous pleasure of sucking the head of his cock, just the head of his cock off. Hooper sucked and fondled himself as he began to take Thane once again deeper into his mouth, moving rhythmically along him.
It wasn’t until Hooper started moaning, sending vibrations along Thane’s cock that Thane knew he was in trouble of not being able to hold out. His hips thrust forward quickly and Hooper slurped, taking him with the movement. Smiling around him. Hooper continued to hum.
“That’s cheating.” Thane groaned right before Hooper’s hand circled around to feel his balls.
Thane’s eyes closed and he felt his hands loosen at this back. He wanted to touch Hooper, badly. Opening his eyes again, Thane saw Hooper’s head bobbing back and forth. The urge to grab the back of his hair and just thrust repeatedly into the lycan before him was coming on strong.
Hooper’s hand moved from Thane’s balls, sliding up his smooth skin, upwards, to his chest, stroking it repeatedly as he continued to build the pleasure in Thane. Thane shifted slightly on his feet. The night was calling to a part of them both and it only fuelled their desire for the moment. Then Hooper did the unexpected and pulled his mouth back off Thane completely. Thane growled at him in displeasure.
“Fuck my mouth.” He said looking up at Thane and dropping his mouth open in supplication.
Thane didn’t hesitate, or think twice about the request. He stepped forward and filled Hooper’s mouth again with his cock. Grabbing the back of Hooper’s head, began to thrust back and forth. He had to be careful, the werewolf in him stirred with the fast motion of his cock fucking Hooper’s glorious mouth.
Hooper slept every night with the curtains drawn back, so he could feel the moon float over him. The moon’s settled its reach amongst the fiber of his muscles and he felt the stirring of a restlessness underneath his skin. The animal in him wanted to feel the world outside of him. This night was strumming along his skin as the moonlight of the night, streamed into the bedroom.
He needed Thane to be fast and rough with him. He need the ferocity of his animal need, met, otherwise he’d have to shape shift. Hooper knew his lunar week needs now, all too well. Having had years to figure out what worked and didn’t for his lycanthropy. And when it came to lunar week, sex was one thing, but not the only thing. He needed the right wolf male, to push his urges down, or placate his wolf. Rarely did he find the right mix of wolf.
But Thane was right, in so many ways. Unexpected and perfect for him. If Hooper could just get the older male to finally fuck him senseless. Hooper grabbed Thane’s naked hips to brace himself, his own cock, hard, and unattended. Whacking back and forth with each thrusting movement. Thane growled as he thrust faster, loving the feel of Hooper engulfing him. He began to moan loudly unable to help himself as rode the pleasure crescendo building inside him.
“Elisandro!” Thane called out as his orgasm swept him up and he came, pumping Hooper’s mouth, till he stopped shooting.
Hooper smiled around him, loving the pounding his mouth was taking as his own cock
spurted its release on the floor a few seconds later and Hooper found himself moaning and groaning and making all manner of noises.
Thane bent forward, half collapsing as his orgasm died down to a dull throb in Hooper’s mouth.
“My god.” He panted breathlessly stroking Hooper’s hair as he slowly pulled out, only to find Hooper’s hand clamping around his cock and stopping him. Thane jerked as his orgasm drained him of its last drop and Hooper released his hand.
Thane blinked himself back into reality and looked down at Hooper who looked happy with himself
whilst Thane felt rather devastated by the beauty of him and what he’d just done. Hooper looked so damn willing, to satisfy him. “Stay there, I’ll clean up.” Hooper nodded his head in compliance.
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The moonlight filled the bed and proved to be great lighting for outlining the beauty of the medium built, male laying naked with Thane. Thane’s hands kept stroking up and down Hooper who lay in his arms. The werewolf in him was content to smell the scent of the wolf laying in his arms. Hooper felt good, languid against him.
There was a chemistry between them that was utterly unexpected on Thane’s behalf and he knew he was becoming far too focused on it. Yet he didn’t feel like he could stop.
“Do you need to shape shift tonight, love?” Thane asked.
Hooper shrugged his shoulders loosely. “I usually do, but then I usually feel quite wound up and restless, like I need to go stalk some prey or something. I don’t normally have an alpha werewolf to play with.”
Thane felt a selfish, base level, of pride at Hooper’s words. He kissed Hooper’s forehead and nose. “Do you feel like that now?”
Hooper looked over at him and grinned. “No, not now. But then I just came all over the floor without touching myself. That was…..an experience. Not jacking myself off and still feeling like I reached maximum density.” He chuckled turning around and working his legs over Thane’s hips and wide spread legs. Till he was straddling the alpha werewolf in his bed.
“So how does the wolf in you feel now?” Thane asked his eyes darting over Hooper’s face as if looking for signs of an oncoming shape shift.
“Placid and playful.” Hopper muttered diving at Thane’s nipple. “And hungry.”
Thane growled as Hooper nipped at it with his teeth and then began to lick the hard bud. “Oh yeah, round two then we’ll get some food. We’ll need it.” The tip of Hooper’s tongue began to follow the lines and curves of Thane’s tattoo over his pec. Eliciting all manner of noises of enjoyment from the older male.
“So what about you during lunar week?” Hooper asked pausing, “How many times do you have to shape shift?” He asked before resuming his tongue outlining of Thane’s chest.
“Most of the time I’m good. Only really need to on full moon night.” Hooper mouthed his way along Thane’s pec till he reached his neck. Thane tilted his head back allowing Hooper more access to him.
“So the other night,” Hooper said running his nose along Thane’s throat, up under his jaw. “Was just for me?” He whispered in Thane’s ear.
Thane’s hand circled Hooper’s waist and pulled him into his body, tightly. “Just for you.”
Hooper smiled broadly at his words. “So when are you going to do my ass, again?”
“Hooper,” Thane looked away from him briefly.
“Now I’m Hooper? Before I was love, and before that I was Elisandro.”
Thane looked into his lovers eyes. “What would you prefer I call you?”
Hooper shrugged his shoulders. “I’m partial to a few names. Elis, even Elie. Just depends on how they’re used. The way you said Hooper than, it was like the your in trouble young man tone of parenting voice.”
“You are in trouble lycan, you’ve got a horny werewolf in your bed, what part of that doesn’t seem like trouble to you?” Thane answered him back.
Hooper responded by looking down and lining up his balls with Thane’s and rocking back and forth on his lap. “This part.”
Thane’s eyes darkened and Hooper knew he had him. “Elie, you keep pushing for a fucking.”
Hooper grinned and panted, rocking back and forth atop of Thane’s naked body. “Yes?”
“Hope you’re ready for me then. Condoms, lube, ass puckered.”
“Getting there.” Hooper smiled as his fingers intertwined with Thane’s which rested on his hips. “I mean, I’ve been using my plug.” He watched as Thane’s face changed entirely to the memory of butt fucking him with the anal plug and he moaned. A joyous look came over him. “But after playing with you already, I can tell I could do with extra stretching, wanna help?”
Thane’s nostrils flared and he took in the smell of their sex already in the air and the salty tang of pre-come leaking from them both. The idea of fingering Hooper’s ass, had more than a lot of appeal to him. He’d been dancing around touching it so far.
“Yes.”
Hooper’s smile widened. “My ass is yours.”
Thane’s hips twitched and he willed himself to remain in control, despite Hooper’s endearing words of utter submission.
“Food.” Thane replied, realizing he was fast loosing his battle of wills with Hooper. The boy was testing his patience and breaking down his resistance and resolve to hold out longer.
“After I service you.” Hooper replied, “That was the original agreement.”
“Elie?”
“Yes,” Hooper replied, liking the way Thane was trying out his new nickname.
“I reserve the right, to amend the agreement at any time.” Hooper’s eyes lit up.
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Hopper lay atop of Thane’s chest, kissing him, while Thane’s hands wandered down and between his ass cheeks. Thane ran his finger softly around Hooper’s hole, round and round, as if to tease him, and let him know exactly what he wanted to do.
Hooper growled at him impatiently, nipping at Thane’s jaw. “Please. “Thane pressed against the hole and Hooper stilled. “Please, please, please.” He begged.
“Lube.” Thane uttered as Hooper twisted across him to the bedside table and grabbed the bottle of the lube out of the top drawer and uncapped it squirting it on two of Thane’s fingers.
“Now you.” Thane instructed as Hooper poured it onto a finger and discarding the bottle quickly, ran the finger between his ass cheeks, just before Thane’s fingers began to smear the liquid on the sensitive muscle.
Hooper kissed his way up to Thane’s mouth and was devoured by the older male who plunged his tongue and fingers into Hooper at the same time, catching him so off guard he was barely aware of the penetration as Thane pushed in.
“Please.”
“Please, what love? I’m in you.” Thane muttered kissing Hooper again as he touched his own cock with his free hand. Running his hand up it as it bulged.
Hooper groaned, he wanted the friction of a fuck and he was sure Thane knew that was what he wanted. Hooper reached between his legs and wrapped his hand around his own cock. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” He panted as he began stroking himself off, as Thane did the same to his own cock. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” Thane grinned, his smile telling Hooper all he needed to know then and there as Thane’s two fingers began to slowly thrust in and back again. Hooper groaned.
“Yes,” He hissed, feeling his ass stretch with each movement of the two fingers. Thane’s thrusting of his fingers was at a leisurely pace, he saw no reason to rush, despite Hooper’s desperation for more of him.
“So good.” Hooper muttered beginning to rock himself back and forth on Thane’s fingers. “So good.” Hooper dropped his hand off his own cock to brace himself against Thane and move, pushing his ass back onto Thane’s two fingers. Loving the burn and stretch of his ass. “More.”
“Demanding aren’t you?” Thane muttered nipping at Hooper’s chin. Hooper stilled as Thane pressed a third finger against his tight muscle. “Give me the lube.” Thane husked, nodding his head in the direction of the bedroom dresser dr
awer.
“I don’t care, just want you in me, just do me already, I can take it.” Hooper panted back at the alpha male wolf under him.
Thane pulled his upper body up and held himself up, so he could be close to Hooper’s face, without use of his arms. It didn’t go unnoticed by Hooper who marvelled at the strength in the male before him, and the power hidden in his abs.
“I care. I’m not out to hurt you. Lube.”
“I can handle it.” Hooper assured him again.
“Lube now or I’ll take my fingers out of you. Do you want that Hooper?” Thane asked in that voice that resonated deep within Hooper Parish like an automatic sensor. How did he do that?
“No.” He replied in a small voice, reaching for the bottle. He handed it to Thane who reached around behind him and poured the liquid down his ass and began to smooth it around him.
Hooper held himself still, waiting for his reprimand, silently taking the lube bottle back off Thane and putting it away. “Come here,” Thane husked lowering himself back down as Hooper’s face followed his and they kissed again. Hooper was once again happy as long as Thane was touching him, his lips, his hand on his ass cheek, his fingers in his ass, pumping and scissoring him, and deliberately avoiding his gland.
“Jack us both, at the same time.” Thane muttered between kisses as Hooper remained still while Thane’s fingers pumped him. “And move.”
Their moans and heavy breathing filled the room as Thane continued to stretch Hooper’s ass in preparation of his cock. The thought of being inside it, made him rock hard to the point of painfulness.
But he knew from experience, that fucking another wolf on full moon night, was intense, there was nothing else quite like it. He wanted that with Hooper, he wanted to give him that feeling of nothing else in the world but them, in the moonlight of a moment that was custom built for just them, together as wolves.
“Close, so close.” Hooper panted between kisses as he kept jacking them both off.
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