Anri laughed at his answer, then moved closer. He lied down behind Rick on the bed this time, and reached down to slide the toy into Rick.
It wasn't much bigger than the finger, yet it was a peculiar sensation nonetheless. It bent around and hugged his insides quite unlike a finger, and it reached further too. The small inklings of pleasure turned into a clear and constant pressure, and he couldn't help but squirm in place. Yet, as he discovered, as he moved, so did the toy - as he tensed and relaxed, it rubbed and pressed against his most sensitive spots, and soon he was gasping for air.
Anri wasn't idle either - his hands curious and quick, pinching a nipple here and teasing his cock there.
"I want to hear you beg again, Rick," Anri said, his breath hot against Rick's ear. He slipped the massager in further and all of the air in Rick's lungs left in one instant, his cock straining in its restraints. He felt like he was heating up from the inside out. He didn't know if he wanted it to end, or to continue indefinitely, stuck in this limbo of pressure and pleasure from all sides...
Anri stroked Rick's cock in slow, calculated movements. Rick let out a whimper, hips buckling forwards. He gripped the headboard, sweaty fingers slipping on the polished wood.
"Anri," Rick cried. "Anri, oh..."
Anri toyed with his dick, caressing his shaft and playing with his balls, fingers sliding across the tip. He rocked the massager, pushing it a bit further just a touch. Rick could feel it from both inside himself and outside, the small handle of the toy rubbing up against his taint. He felt like Anri was playing him like a fine instrument, hands sliding anywhere and everywhere, rubbing in just the right places. Rick was gasping for air, squirming in Anri's grasp.
Anri bit into the nape of his neck gently, more like exploring the skin there with the edges of his teeth than anything else. It was driving Rick insane anyway.
He gasped out Anri's name, then again and again, the air filling with small pleas and whimpers.
Anri seemed to sense this was a good time, and his hand slipped down, sliding the cock ring off. Then he took Rick's cock into his hand and began stroking it in earnest.
It only took a few moments before Rick was coming, back arched and body taut like a spring in his final moment of pleasure.
He fell back into a heap of limbs in Anri's arms. Anri stroked the hair out of his face, holding him until his breath settled. Then he began working on untying Rick's arms.
Rick watched. It was a peculiar moment, and he wasn't quite sure what to say now that the intensity of all the werewolf and sex stuff was over with. Anri tossed the rope off of the bed and leaned down closer to Rick, reaching around Rick's collar to remove it, but Rick placed his own hands on top of Anri's. Anri stopped for a moment, confused.
A beat passed. He moved his hand and Rick didn't hold it down. Anri slid his fingers along Rick's neck, his jaw - frail and gentle touches with no particular purpose.
Anri tried scratching behind Rick's ear, and Rick lifted his jaw instinctively, allowing Anri easier access.
Anri laughed, a mix of surprise and delight, and soon Rick joined in.
There might be something to this peculiar spin of a relationship yet.
Character artwork
These sketches usually go on my blog, but I figured it would be convenient to put them into the book too.
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