“Not really,” Ryker said. “Why, do you want me to wrestle you?”
Dylan bit his lower lip, running his hand through his hair. “I mean, I did mark yes for that on the questionnaire.”
Ryker didn’t think Dylan quite knew what he was asking for, but he was happy to show him.
“All right. Get on your hands and knees, facing that way.”
Dylan lumbered into position and looked over his shoulder. “Like this?”
“That’s it,” Ryker said. He rose off the bench and walked behind him, sinking down to his knees on top of him and bracketing him with his much larger body. “Now when you give me the signal that you’re ready to start, I’m going to try to pin you.”
Dylan snorted out a nervous laugh. “You’re going totry?”
Ryker’s grin was predatory. “Okay, fine. I’m going to pin you, but I’ll toss you around a bit first and put you in a few different wrestling holds. Tap out if you can’t handle it.”
“Okay, how-”
Ryker grabbed him around his middle and lifted him up, flipping them both on their backs and putting him in a half nelson.
“You said when I gave you the signal!” Dylan whined, grunting as Ryker tightened his thighs and squeezed Dylan’s waist.
“You said okay,” Ryker teased, enjoying Dylan’s helplessness. “Now try to get free.”
Dylan wriggled, but even if he’d been a skilled wrestler, there wasn’t much someone in his weight class could do against a six-foot-eight werewolf who weighed over two hundred and thirty pounds.
“Come on, work for it,” Ryker growled, squeezing Dylan’s arm and putting pressure on his socket. “Don’t be a little pussy.”
Dylan cried out in pain, and Ryker let him go. He pushed him off his chest and let him roll to the floor, then waited just long enough for him to catch his breath before straddling him and lifting him up and putting him in a camel clutch.
Sitting on Dylan’s back, his feet planted firmly on either side of the boy’s body, Ryker pulled Dylan’s arms over his thighs and cupped his chin. He leaned in, putting them cheek to cheek as he forced Dylan’s torso to stretch.
Most humans Ryker had slept with would have been whimpering in agony, but Dylan was stretchy enough that he was just uncomfortable.
Ryker’s cock strained against the pouch of his jockstrap, the hefty bulge in his shorts pushing into Dylan’s back, his shaft pressing against the cotton with such force that it hurt.
The sound of the elevator stopping and the doors opening had Ryker freezing, his cock momentarily forgotten. He was about to let Dylan go when he recognized the sound of August’s walk.
This could be fun.
“Think you could suck August’s cock like this, if he were here with us?” Ryker asked, slipping two fingers into Dylan’s mouth.
He heard August’s gait stumble, then speed up.
“Maybe,” Dylan mumbled, the word distorted by Ryker’s fingers pushing down on his tongue. “Is uncomfortable.”
August walked through the door. He was still in his work clothes, consisting of tailored dress pants and a button-down shirt, with his shirt unbuttoned at the collar and his sleeves rolled up.
“Let’s test it out,” August said, sounding eager to join in on the fun. He pulled out his cock, lifting it out of his fly along with his balls and letting it jut out of his pants. He crouched down in front of Dylan and stroked his hair.
“Wrestling, huh?” He cupped Dylan’s cheek, thumb tracing over his lips as he reached down and pumped his hard cock in his fist. “Is it fun?”
“Yes,” Dylan said, his voice still adorably muffled.
“Good.” August rose up from his crouch and spread his legs, bending his knees until his cock was level with Dylan’s mouth and the spongy head pressing at his lips. He traced his leaking slit along Dylan’s lips, moving over Ryker’s fingers where they still poked into Dylan’s mouth and leaving a trail of pre-come on his knuckles.
Ryker pried Dylan’s mouth open so that August’s cock could slip inside. His own cock, trapped and desperate to be free, throbbed as he watched his mate’s thick monster slide to the back of Dylan’s throat.
“Feel nice?” Ryker growled, shifting his hand from Dylan’s chin and sliding it down to his throat. He couldn’t wait to feel August’s cock make it bulge.
