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[zenless]

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for lycaon at moonhunter.

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[zenless]

[ Just a cat, Wise tells himself, but he doesn't feel wholly reassured by that discovery. He's shocked to find himself so tense and jumpy. Even though he knows that Lycaon has to be somewhere behind him — even though what they're doing has been pre-arranged in advance — he still feels exactly the way he would if he didn't know exactly who the beast in the night was. He feels like prey.

When will Lycaon come for him? When is he going to feel the intoxicating fear and pleasure of being taken by force?

Not knowing is going to be the death of him. When they planned this together, Wise forgot about one thing: he hates not knowing when something will come, and they never made plans about when Lycaon would strike. The more tense he feels, the more the arousal builds inside of him, too — sour and sweet, all at once. There's a part of him that wants Lycaon to pounce out of the darkness and simply ravage him on the stone tiles by the reception desk.

(A dirty-minded fantasy seizes him; he shivers involuntarily at the flavor of it. He wants to feel Lycaon's massive cock plunge into him, wants to lose himself in the pleasure of being claimed. When, when, when...)

Regardless. The lobby of the hotel is not the right place to be settling down for this. With a nervous jitter in his limbs, Wise grabs the keycard with half a thought about whether or not he'll find that cat in the building before the night is over, and then makes his way to the room that Victoria Housekeeping set aside for them — 204.

It's only one floor up, so he takes the stairs. Still grand even in darkened splendor; Rina only left enough lights on to ensure that Wise can get around comfortably, but it's mostly dark in the hotel hallways, and Wise finds himself swallowing on a dry throat as he starts thinking that every imagined flicker of movement in the dark is his Lycaon.

He presses the keycard to the reader outside of the door. The lock clicks open. He pulls the door open, steps inside, looking briefly at the dimly-lit bed and accompanying furnishings, while the door stands ajar behind him — ]

[moonhunter]

[ It's time.

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. ]

[zenless]

[ For a moment — and rightly so — Wise is terrified.

There's no other reaction you can have, to being muffled and snatched up and tasted by a beast. The thick fingers pressed against his lips, holding his jaw in place; the barest movement of a hand that forces his neck to one side so that a hot, wet tongue can lick over it — all of these things, rushing at once, faster than Wise can even react to — they're frightening even when it's wanted. Not for the rfirst time, it occurs to Wise that Lycaon could break him, if only he ever wanted to.

He doesn't quite fight or thrash — this ishuge. He's always been large, but in the moment, when he's this forceful — oh, it's intoxicating. The predator in pursuit has caught him at last, and he's going to be devoured. The thought sends a thrill through his lower body, coiling in the pit of his stomach: wanton arousal.

Despite the fear still coursing through his veins, Wise finds himself grinding back against that beastly cock now nestled against his ass.

He tries to say something, but it's muffled; he's making the sweetest little whines. The hot tongue, the wet maw of a beast licking at the thin skin of his neck, as if to test how easily it would break if only Lycaon sunk his fangs in. It's heavenly, even as it's terrifying. ]