“You’re always huge,” John murmured, stroking Carter’s cock through his jeans. Carter’s cock was straining against the denim of his pants, throbbing and hard like steel, demanding to be let out.
Reaching down to his fly, unable to take John’s slow teasing, Carter unbuttoned his pants and let his cock spring free. He grabbed it by the base and aimed it at John’s mouth, roughly dragging the mushroom-shaped head across John’s lips. When he pulled away John’s lips were glistening with pre-cum, and Carter’s balls pulled tight in arousal.
John opened his mouth and tried to take Carter into his mouth, but this close to the full moon Carter didn’t have the patience for that. He pushed John to the ground and manhandled him so that he was on all fours, yanking down his pants and spitting on his hole before lining up his cock with the tight opening.
“Not without lube,” John interrupted, looking over his shoulder with a chiding expression. Carter jumped up and ran over to the pack, emptying half of the bag onto the ground before finding the bottle he was looking for.
“Got it,” he said, slicking himself up and getting back into position. He didn’t waste any time with foreplay or prep—John’s ass had enough experience taking his cock at this point that he’d be fine without—and forced himself right into John’s ass like his cock was a battering ram. John lost his balance, his chest dropping to the ground with an oomph, but Carter’s firm grip on his hips kept his ass from going anywhere.
He set up a punishing rhythm that had John grunting and moaning like a bitch in heat.
“That’s it,” John moaned, hanging on for dear life while Carter pounded him. “Fucking fuck me!”
Carter obeyed the command, jackhammering into John’s ass like a machine.
John reached between his legs and jerked himself off, groaning and panting to the rhythm of Carter fucking him. He shot his load with no warning, ass clamping down on Carter’s cock like a vise and sending Carter over the edge, too.
Carter let out a roar of pleasure, dropping down on John’s back and pushing him to the ground, letting his weight smother the fragile human.
Carter kept on thrusting his hips all through his orgasm, pleasure wracking his body and making him see stars.
It was the perfect way to christen the clearing before the full moon.
His orgasm coming to an end, Carter rolled over and pulled John on top of him. He wrapped the human in a hug and held him tight, breathing hard.
“Feel better?” John asked, tracing his hand over the contour of Carter’s pectoral muscle.
“A little,” Carter said. He didn’t miss his pack, but their rejection still stung. If he’d had a choice there was nowhere he’d rather be than right here with John, but he didn’t have a choice. The pack didn’t want him. That was going to hurt for a long time.
But John made it easier to live with.
“I love you,” John said, climbing his way up Carter’s body so that they were face to face. He leaned down and nuzzled Carter’s jaw, kissing and licking his way up to Carter’s mouth.
It was almost how a wolf would show submission. Carter wondered if John had been researching werewolf behavior or if he was doing it on instinct. Either way it didn’t matter, Carter loved it—especially this close to the full moon when his wolf was at the fore.
“I love you, too,” he said, kissing John back.
He might never become an alpha, and he’d always want the respect and acceptance of his pack, but Carter didn’t regret any of the choices that led him to John. The human made him happy, and Carter loved him.
It was enough.
***
John watched as Carter undressed, the dancing light of the fire reflecting off his skin and making him look like some kind of primordial god.
“Does it hurt?” John blurted out, making Carter freeze. The werewolf was fully naked, his big cock hanging huge and soft between his legs. He grinned, his teeth flashing white in the dark.
“Not at all. It feels… right. Like taking off a sweater that’s suddenly started to itch.”
“Oh.” John said, licking his lips.
“Are you ready?” Carter asked. He was scratching his stomach, his big fingers drawing attention to his rippling abs. The sight made John want to bend over and present his ass, but that wasn’t what they were doing now.
John nodded. He was ready.
Besides, meeting Carter’s wolf wasn’t what John was nervous about. He was worried about the dayafter.
The last full moon when Carter had come walking into the apartment a full day early, shoulders hunched and looking miserable, John had feared that Carter would think he’d made a mistake choosing him. He’d been scared that this was the beginning of the end.
