*Lucien was right, the itch he felt was not something Peter shared. The moon only made its prescence known a couple of days before of the change, maybe. His muscles were tense and hurt, his stomach felt swollen at times, Peter was restless and unwell. Some months over the year, he could feel something similar to a heat, but it was all hormonal, he liked to believe. He was a horny young man, there was nothing weird about it.*
*Lucien's words did grant him something he iched for every day. Being reminded that the older man was itching for him, that the explanations of how wolf mating work were true. It made him wonder, it gave him one stable thing.*
I want ot get you out of those pants and fuck you with my mouth.
Yeah? *Lucien's hand dropped down and he palmed his crotch slowly, fingers curling to caress his balls.* What if I didn't want that? Would you hold me down?
*He was a slut for Peter, not just right now, always. But right now he wanted to be Peter's bitch, and that meant that he needed to feel the weight of his dominant mate on him. Even if it was just in his imagination.*
*He shifted on he sofa, then paused. A moment later and the screen was tilted down so that even though he couldn't see Peter so clearly, the younger man had a better view of how Lucien rubbed himself through his pants and then unbuttoned them. His cock was already forming a bulge in his dark underwear as he stripped off his trousers- the American pants, he smiled too himself*
There's no way you wouldn't want that. Not when you are such a big slut. *Lucien could not see his face now, Peter realized, not when the camera was aimed at how his big hands were knewading his cock through his underwear. Same underwear he had worn here. Same underwear Peter had pressed his face to, inhaling deeply and taking in the rich, musky scent from his lover.*
But if you acted like a whiny bitch, I'd tie you to the bed again. Remember that? *He squeezed his own bulge, rolling his hips as he seeked more friction.* Remember me holding your legs apart and taking you with my mouth? Licking your ass?
*He bit his lip.* Do you think about me now you're back at home?
*Lucien groaned before he could even stop himself, not that he would have done anyway. He remembered that. He remembered Peter's hot breath against his sensitive skin and the invasive feeling of his tongue probing and invading him*
Yes. *He hissed, agreeing that he remembered that. He hooked his thumb over the waistband of his underwear and jerked it down so that the dark and full head of his prick was freed. Precum glistened on the head and he smeared it over the dusky flesh before pushing his fingers down the shaft and freeing more of it from the cotton confines.*
I think about you all the time. I think about how I want to feel you filling me, even knotting me again. I want to spend hours just lying on the carpet, feeling you twitch and spurt inside me.
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*Lucien's words did grant him something he iched for every day. Being reminded that the older man was itching for him, that the explanations of how wolf mating work were true. It made him wonder, it gave him one stable thing.*
I want ot get you out of those pants and fuck you with my mouth.
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*He was a slut for Peter, not just right now, always. But right now he wanted to be Peter's bitch, and that meant that he needed to feel the weight of his dominant mate on him. Even if it was just in his imagination.*
*He shifted on he sofa, then paused. A moment later and the screen was tilted down so that even though he couldn't see Peter so clearly, the younger man had a better view of how Lucien rubbed himself through his pants and then unbuttoned them. His cock was already forming a bulge in his dark underwear as he stripped off his trousers- the American pants, he smiled too himself*
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But if you acted like a whiny bitch, I'd tie you to the bed again. Remember that? *He squeezed his own bulge, rolling his hips as he seeked more friction.* Remember me holding your legs apart and taking you with my mouth? Licking your ass?
*He bit his lip.* Do you think about me now you're back at home?
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Yes. *He hissed, agreeing that he remembered that. He hooked his thumb over the waistband of his underwear and jerked it down so that the dark and full head of his prick was freed. Precum glistened on the head and he smeared it over the dusky flesh before pushing his fingers down the shaft and freeing more of it from the cotton confines.*
I think about you all the time. I think about how I want to feel you filling me, even knotting me again. I want to spend hours just lying on the carpet, feeling you twitch and spurt inside me.
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