Viggo tilted his head, studying him for a few seconds. He licked his lips. “I really don’t want to leave.”
“Do you have to?” Sebastian glanced down at Viggo’s crotch, the sight of his bulge making his mouth water. He swallowed, feeling very exposed. “I could…”
Sebastian didn’t finish the sentence, glancing up at Viggo’s expression before looking back down to his crotch. Viggo’s bulge swelled, the line of his cock becoming visible against his thigh, and Sebastian had to resist the impulse to lean forward and push his face into it.
He remembered the way it had smelled – the way it had felt against his cheek – and Sebastian was eager for more.
Viggo reached down and cupped his bulge. “We could-”
Viggo was interrupted by his cellphone, the unexpected chime making Sebastian jump in surprise. Lifting his hand away from his bulge, Viggo pulled his phone out of his pocket and read the message.
Whatever the message said, it made Viggo scowl. His brow wrinkled, his lips twitching like he wanted to bare his teeth, and Sebastian knew that if that look was ever directed at him, he’d probably pee his pants in sheer terror.
It was intimidating.
“Fuck, I’m late. I have to go.” Viggo shot a tight smile down at Sebastian, reaching down to ruffle his hair. He was too rough, and Sebastian winced. “Raincheck, all right? I’ll be back before you know it. If you need anything, just give me a call.”
He waited, looking down at Sebastian with an expectant lift of his brow, and Sebastian wondered what he was waiting for.
Squirming, he nodded, answering Viggo’s earlier question. That did the trick. Viggo nodded, like they had an agreement, and then turned around and walked out of the room.
Sebastian watched him leave, still too tired and groggy to really process what had just happened. He licked his lips, feeling sad that yet another opportunity to put his mouth on Viggo’s cock had passed him by.
Lying down, pulling Viggo’s pillow down to his chest and hugging it, Sebastian closed his eyes and decided he might as well go back to sleep.
His bladder had other plans.
Groaning, not at all in the mood to leave the warm, comfortable bed, Sebastian waited until the urge became unbearable before slipping out from under the covers and trudging to the bathroom. Yawning and stretching his back, he stood in front of the toilet and relieved himself, spreading his legs a little and inspecting the damage to his inner thighs. They still hurt, in a tender, bruised kind of way, and when he moved his balls away to have a better look, he could see why. Splotchy bruises in hues of red and purple littered his skin, all bearing the shape and indentations of Viggo’s teeth.
Thinking back to when Viggo had put them there – how the pain had mingled with pleasure until he didn’t know which was which, Viggo’s stubbled jaw pushing his legs apart and forcing him to take both – Sebastian gave his rapidly filling cock a stroke.
Pleasure sparked deep in his belly, making his toes curl against the heated granite beneath his feet.
Closing his eyes, stroking himself and palming the head of his cock, Sebastian could practically feel Viggo’s hands on him, holding his hips, controlling him and making it impossible to get away as the alpha showed him in no uncertain terms who he belonged to.
Sebastian had never felt as wanted or desirable as he did when Viggo held him down and put his mouth on him.
Leaking pre-come, he pictured Viggo’s mouth – the shape of his lips, the way he flashed his canines when he smiled – stroking his cock faster and faster, on the edge of coming as he imagined those lips touching his.
Viggo had only kissed him once – a rough, dominating invasion of his mouth – and Sebastian couldn’t wait to experience it again. Viggo on top of him, looming and strong, holding his face as he plundered his mouth and licked over his teeth like a hungry wolf.
The fantasy sent him over the edge, his cock painting his borrowed t-shirt in splotches of white.
When he was done coming, Sebastian released his erection with a flush of shame. He couldn’t believe he’d jerked off in front of the toilet like an errant teenager who’d just discovered masturbation.
It was humiliating. At the very least, he should have aimed his load at the toilet. Now, with his shirt soiled, there was evidence of his slutty depravity.
Sebastian didn’t know how most people behaved after getting chosen by a werewolf, but he didn’t imagine it was common to jerk off about getting bitten and kissing them.
He was such a freak.
Washing his hands, Sebastian looked around for his clothes from the night before. They were in a pile next to the shower, right where he’d left them, and when he lifted them up, his head reared back at the overwhelming scent of dried come that rose up to meet him.
He’d forgotten how much of Viggo’s load he’d drooled all over himself while stuck on his cock.
Sebastian debated just putting the dirty clothes on, seeing as he had nothing else to wear, but when he looked down at the denim and cotton, both stiff with dried come, he just couldn’t bring himself to put them on.
He’d have to find something else to wear until he found the washer and dryer and did some laundry.
