Carter didn’t let John clean himself up before the two of them drove over to his apartment and John blushed beet red the whole way there. As they climbed out of the car, Carter reached over and clamped his hand down on John’s neck, squeezing it in reassurance.
“You look good,” he said, his voice gravelly. He pulled John’s head against his chest and buried his nose in the boy’s hair, breathing him in.
He’d never smelled anything as good as the way his scent and John’s mixed together. It drove him crazy, making him want to pin John to the ground and just keep him there forever.
“You look good, too,” John said. He pushed his face into Carter’s chest, nose pressing against smooth leather, his voice hot with barely suppressed arousal.
Carter took a deep breath, cock throbbing hot and hard in the cage of his codpiece. It took everything he had not to push John up against the car and fuck him right there.
“Let’s go,” Carter growled. He grabbed John under his arms and hauled him up over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, jogging toward the elevator before remembering that he’d forgotten his overnight bag. He turned around and jogged back to the car, getting the bag out of the back seat before returning to the elevator.
John was silent except for an initial cry of surprise when he found himself lifted up, Carter’s arm trapping him tight against his shoulder.
They didn’t have to wait for the elevator, and when the doors opened Carter stepped inside and hit the button for his floor. As he watched the numbers on the display go up, a faint swoop in his stomach the only indication they were moving, he lifted his hand and started rubbing and groping the mounds of John’s ass.
John pushed his ass out, moaning in pleasure at Carter’s lascivious exploration.
Carter almost pulled his hand back to smack John’s ass, but at the last minute he remembered how little John liked being spanked and he restrained himself.
It was a shame. John’s ass was round and perfect for spanking, but he’d made it more than clear that he didn’t like it.
Carter wasn’t going to push.
The elevator doors opened, and Carter carried John out into the hall and hurried into his apartment. It was pure luck that none of his neighbors were there to see him manhandling John like some kind of caveman.
Once he was inside his apartment something in Carter relaxed. It might have been the locked door preventing the outside world from intruding—making him feel safe—or it might have been having John firmly in his territory. Carter didn’t know, and he didn’t care. All he cared about was getting John naked and fucking him to within an inch of his life.
Carrying John right to the bedroom, not even stopping to take off his boots in the hallway, Carter’s balls felt so full and ready to shoot that it almost hurt.
It didn’t matter that he’d just shot his load less than an hour ago. He needed to come again—and this time he wanted his load to go into John’s ass.
The thought made him feel primal and aggressive, and he had to take a second to reel himself in mentally. John was a human. He wasn’t built to reciprocate Carter’s more animal desires.
Above all, Carter wanted John to enjoy what they did together. The thought was enough to calm his wolf.
“Are you ready for round two?” he asked, throwing John onto the bed and watching him bounce. That John liked being manhandled and thrown around even though he was human made Carter deliriously happy.
“Fuck, yes,” John said, sitting up and starting to tug off his shirt. Carter left his suit, boots and gloves on.
There was no question that John was into the outfit, and Carter had no problem keeping it on when he fucked him. Leather wasn’t really his fetish, but in that moment the getup made him feel like a god.
John’s shirt was off and he was reaching for the fly of his pants when Carter jumped up on the bed and tackled him.
“What are you—”
Carter ignored the cut off protest and flipped John onto his belly, yanking his pants down so hard he accidentally ripped them right down the middle. The tearing sound made John cry out in alarm, but when he looked back and saw what Carter had done he laughed.
“Sorry,” Carter said, not sorry in the least. He pulled John’s pants off his legs and threw them to the floor.
“It’s okay,” John moaned, pushing his ass up. “Just get on with it already.”
Carter growled, John’s words like a challenge. He reached under John’s hips and yanked him up off the mattress, lifting his ass up high so that his back was almost perpendicular to the bed. He held John’s ass right up to his face, pushing into his crack with a grunt of pleasure.
John tasted as good as he smelled, and Carter ate him out like he was starving for it.
“That feel so good,” John mumbled, clutching the sheets and pressing his face into the mattress. Carter responded by pushing his tongue further into John’s ass, licking over and into his rim like a man possessed.
His cock was straining the buttons holding his codpiece in place, the pushback on his erection painful. He shifted his grip on John’s hips so that he could reach down and free his throbbing shaft, his tongue not leaving John’s ass for so much as a second.
