Dylan’s cock, which had gone briefly soft after he came, was now rock hard. However confused he felt about finding out that Dr. Schaffer was a werewolf, his body was enjoying the ride.
“You’re a little heavy,” Dylan mumbled after a while. Dr. Schaffer was resting his full weight on Dylan’s front, and it was getting difficult to catch his breath.
He was also starting to get really annoyed at having his hands tied down.
“Sorry,” Dr. Schaffer rumbled, lifting up and wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. He combed his fingers through his hair, flexing his bicep and showing off his armpit, and grinned. “Is this okay?”
His teeth looked human again, and for a second Dylan wondered if he’d hallucinated the whole werewolf thing. He hadn’t. Dr. Schaffer’s hands were still tipped with claws, and the doctor’s very real knot was still plugging up his hole.
“It feels good,” Dylan said, a version of the truth.
Dr. Schaffer huffed, looking amused and not at all like he’d just revealed that he was a werewolf.
Was Dylan supposed to have known?
“It will be a while before this thing goes down. Would you like me to untie you and make you a little more comfortable?”
Dylan nodded.
Dr. Schaffer cut through the bandages over his ankles with a swipe of his claw, and Dylan jerked in surprise at how easily he cut through the many layers.
“Sharp,” he said when Dr. Schaffer shot him a look.
“Very,” Dr. Schaffer agreed. He repeated the move on the other bandages, and all of a sudden Dylan could move his hands.
He reached up and touched his throat, the tips of his fingers finding the tender spot where Dr. Schaffer’s mouth had been.
“Sorry about that. I didn’t expect to be so affected by you,” Dr. Schaffer explained, looking sheepish. “Do you mind?”
He reached down like he was going to grab Dylan under his arms, pausing with his hands out and waiting for permission to lift him.
“Go ahead,” Dylan said, not sure what the plan was.
Dr. Schaffer hoisted him up, and with a display of strength that removed any doubt about his werewolf status, lifted Dylan up and pressed their chests together.
The movement made the knot inside of Dylan’s hole shift, tugging on his rim and making him wince. His hole couldn’t take much more abuse now.
Dylan didn’t even want to think about what he’d feel like when the endorphin rush came to an end.
“Let’s sit,” Dr. Schaffer said. He walked over to the wall and slid down, Dylan coming along for the ride and landing in his lap.
Thighs wrapped around the doctor’s waist, his face nestled under his chin, Dylan jerked in surprise at the touch of Dr. Schaffer’s hand cupping the back of his neck. He wrapped his arms tentatively around the werewolf’s torso, marveling at the width of his chest and the contrast between soft skin and hard muscle.
“So, did I live up to your expectations?” Dr. Schaffer asked, thumb stroking the side of his neck. He sounded like he already knew the answer.
Dylan’s cock twitched, trapped against the hard ridges of Dr. Schaffer’s abs, and he wondered what kind of expectations the doctor thought he’d had. There were a lot of ways Dylan had imagined his appointment going, but ending up sitting on a werewolf’s lap with a knot inside of him was not one of them.
“The knot is a surprise.”
Dylan nuzzled into Dr. Schaffer’s pecs, feeling the werewolf’s breaths against the top of his head.
Dr. Schaffer huffed out a laugh.
“I know, and I’m sorry. I don’t usually knot humans or I would have discussed it with you in advance. Is it too much?”
Dylan shook his head. In many ways it was way too much – he might honestly be dickmatized – but there was no question he was enjoying himself.
Dr. Schaffer kissed the top of his hair. “Good.” He rubbed Dylan’s back and stroked the base of his shaft where it stretched Dylan’s hole open. “Want me to jerk you off?”
