Lycaon knew it before Wise even got to the bedroom because despite the fear he could scent coming off of his boy, he also smelled something else. Arousal. He doesn't know what's going on in Wise's mind as he navigates the dark hotel, but he does know that Wise must be thinking of what Lycaon will do to him, the same dirty thoughts Lycaon can't help but have himself. He wants Wise and it's clear in the way his cock stiffens in his pants, the tip of his cock pressing out of its sheath and needing to extend all the way, needing to press inside of Wise and take him.
It's why all Wise will hear before Lycaon pounces is a low growl in the darkness before Lycaon rushes into the room, one hand on Wise's mouth to muffle any screaming while the other goes around his waist and grips his body to Lycaon's chest. There's another growl and Lycaon tilts Wise's head to the side, dragging his tongue across his throat. The taste of fear and arousal is so potent that all Lycaon can do is groan, helplessly aroused.
Wise might fight him, might thrash, not an unexpected response from being grabbed like this. But Lycaon is already rushing towards the bed to toss Wise's smaller body onto the mattress. Then he's pouncing, before Wise can turn to face him, to pin the manager to the mattress and grind his erect cock against Wise's ass through the fabric of their pants. All while he mouths and sucks at Wise's throat, drinking in the scent of him. ]
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Lycaon knew it before Wise even got to the bedroom because despite the fear he could scent coming off of his boy, he also smelled something else. Arousal. He doesn't know what's going on in Wise's mind as he navigates the dark hotel, but he does know that Wise must be thinking of what Lycaon will do to him, the same dirty thoughts Lycaon can't help but have himself. He wants Wise and it's clear in the way his cock stiffens in his pants, the tip of his cock pressing out of its sheath and needing to extend all the way, needing to press inside of Wise and take him.
It's why all Wise will hear before Lycaon pounces is a low growl in the darkness before Lycaon rushes into the room, one hand on Wise's mouth to muffle any screaming while the other goes around his waist and grips his body to Lycaon's chest. There's another growl and Lycaon tilts Wise's head to the side, dragging his tongue across his throat. The taste of fear and arousal is so potent that all Lycaon can do is groan, helplessly aroused.
Wise might fight him, might thrash, not an unexpected response from being grabbed like this. But Lycaon is already rushing towards the bed to toss Wise's smaller body onto the mattress. Then he's pouncing, before Wise can turn to face him, to pin the manager to the mattress and grind his erect cock against Wise's ass through the fabric of their pants. All while he mouths and sucks at Wise's throat, drinking in the scent of him. ]