Elijah was an interesting fellow. Once he mellowed out and relaxed he weirdly seemed to get intimidated by Carter and embarrassed by his earlier need for physical touch. He tried to apologize, repeatedly, but Carter waved him off and said that he had nothing to be sorry for.
As for John, Elijah seemed to have no idea how to treat him. John got the impression that the young werewolf would have been perfectly happy to ignore him entirely, but Carter included John in the conversation every step of the way and Elijah wasn’t given that opportunity.
“We made up the spare bedroom for you,” Carter said at the end of the night, showing Elijah to the bedroom opposite from the one he and John slept in. “You have your own bathroom, and if you need anything don’t hesitate to ask.”
“Thank you,” Elijah said, walking into the room and looking a little lost. He didn’t have any luggage with him, but Carter had laid out some clean sweats and t-shirts that he could wear in the bathroom.
They said goodnight, leaving Elijah to get settled and heading into their own bedroom. John tried to head to the bathroom, but Carter was on him immediately, pushing him down on the bed and lying on top of him and kissing him senseless.
“He’ll hear us,” John hissed when Carter broke away.
“So?” Carter asked, bodily stripping off John’s shirt before removing his own. “I doubt he thinks we’re saving ourselves for marriage.”
“That’s not the point,” John whispered. Still, he didn’t protest when Carter unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, getting completely naked. The huge man climbed on top of him, pushing him down flat and rubbing his hard cock all over his face.
“You have to be quiet!” he said, giving in and grabbing Carter’s cock at the base and aiming it at his mouth. He lifted his head and took Carter into his mouth, the taste of Carter’s cock bursting in his mouth and making him moan in spite of himself.
Carter pushed his cock toward the back of John’s throat, grabbing him by the hair and holding him in place as he started fucking into the tight sheath. The pull on his hair and the feeling of being fucked in the face made John’s cock throb, and the choking noises he was making were anything but silent.
“Shh, not so loud,” Carter teased, angling his hips and burying his whole massive length down John’s throat. John could feel his throat bulging, and when Carter reached down and gave it a squeeze he nearly came. It was uncomfortable and intensely arousing, and he couldn’t help but reach down into his pants and jerk himself off.
He came before Carter, the orgasm making him clench down on the plug in his ass and moan around the cock filling him up. When he was done he reached up between Carter’s legs and found his balls, massaging them and rubbing against Carter’s taint in an effort to push him over the edge.
He was gettinglight headed, and he knew that Carter wouldn’t pull out until he either tapped out or passed out.
“Oh, fuck,” Carter grunted, his body going tense as John’s hands worked the sensitive area under his balls. John could feel his cock expand inside him and his balls pull up as he started shooting, and John would have grinned in victory if his lips weren’t already stretched wide by Carter’s huge member.
When he was done coming, Carter pulled back and wiped his wet cock on John’s face, smearing a final drop of come over his lips.
“You fucker,” he said, grinning. “I was going to make it last. Fuck, I didn’t even make it to your ass.”
“I win,” John said, smug. He pushed down his pants and climbed up the bed, intending to get under the covers, but Carter grabbed his ankle and stopped him. Before John knew what was happening Carter was pushing his thighs apart and lying down between them, big hands gripping his ass and pulling his cheeks apart to expose his hole.
“Yummy,” Carter said, licking around the plug and nosing his way down to John’s balls. He yanked the plug out—making John yelp loudly—and attacked John’s hole with his tongue.
John tried to be quiet—he really did—but with Carter licking his ass and taint like a wild man it was nearly impossible. There was no way Elijah couldn’t hear his moans—not to mention the greedy grunts and growls coming out of Carter.
It was as mortifying as it was hot.
Things didn’t get any quieter when Carter fucked him. John pushed his face into the mattress and tried not to scream out in pleasure, but Carter was doing everything right and it felt like his whole body was flying apart at the seams.
He just felt so good.
“That’s it, baby. Let him know how good I fuck you,” Carter crooned, sounding incredibly happy. John’s face burned with embarrassment and he redoubled his efforts to be quiet.
By the time they’d both shot their loads and put the plug back in, John was sure he’d never be able to look Elijah in the face again.
“Don’t worry,” Carter said, grabbing him and manhandling him so that they were spooning. “We’re werewolves. Our hearing is way better than a human’s.”
How the fuck was that supposed to make John feel better? John wasted no time asking the question.
“I just mean that we hear people having sex all the time. We’re used to tuning it out.”
Okay, that did make John feel marginally better. Besides, he was still basking in the afterglow of his second orgasm of the night and he felt too good to be mad.
“You’re such a pervert,” he mumbled, snuggling closer to Carter’s body and hugging his arm.
“We literally met at a fetish club,” Carter mumbled back, sounding incredibly amused. John smiled into his pillow.
