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Buck wakes slowly, careful, gooey blinks that show him the darkness spilled over the room, the scrunch of his fingers as he grips the bedding, and the soft keen of confusion slipping from his throat. He’s not sure why he’s awake, as the room is covered in a blanket of darkness, telling of how late it is. His eyes slip shut, and it takes effort to pry them back open, wondering why he’s even awake in the first place. It’s only then that his brain begins to kick in, the slow gears in his brain shaking off sleep and oiling themselves before starting.
He’s… moving? Up and down on the bed, slowly. His body is moving, the brush of his nipples against the fabric of his shirt and the bed, the ruck of the sheets around his legs, and the world shifting with each movement. A low groan leaves his mouth, eyes blinking rapidly to try and get the sleep out of them, but it’s futile when all he wants to do is ignore whatever is moving his body and fall back asleep.
He almost does, halfway to closing his eyes when he registers the sharp nip of teeth—teeth he knows. The feeling of them against his neck sends his blood boiling and his eyes widening gently, mouth falling open to call for Eddie, but all that comes out is a weak, pitiful mewl of pleasure. It takes him an embarrassingly long amount of time for the hot puffs of breath wafting against his exposed nape to register, a hitched breath and a gargled keen attempting to sound like Eddie’s name meshing together on the way out of his popped-open mouth.
He turns his head slightly, the hot press of teeth against his neck making him shudder as he finds Eddie. It’s Eddie, but not human Eddie—well, if Buck wants to get technical, Eddie isn’t human to begin with, he just happens to have a form that resembles one. This form, though? This form is Buck’s favorite—for both depraved and wholesome reasons. Depraved because his mate’s full-shift, bipedal form is handsome and very attractive to the greedy, kink-riddled hind brain he has.
Eddie’s full, bipedal shift is a beast standing at about nine feet, with black fur that's tipped with dark brown—but only when the light hits it right—and bright red eyes half-hidden behind lowered lids. His ears sway lightly, long and bordered with dark chocolate fur. Under his left eye, there’s a singular dot of chestnut brown fur, resembling the beauty mark Eddie has in his human form. His nose is black, but his tongue is pink, long, and drooling as it licks his chops, staring down at Buck with a deep-seated hunger in his eyes. He’s a beast full of corded and obvious muscle barely hidden under dark fur, a body that Buck loves running his eyes and hands over, and snuggling into. Eddie, in full shift, makes a great cuddle buddy.
A growl and a cold, wet nose pressing into his cheek pull him out of his mind, a gargled sound falling from Buck’s lips as he realizes that not only is Eddie looming over him, he’s also fucking him. Another thing that takes Buck an embarrassingly long time to realize, which should be almost impossible because Eddie is big. Already very well-endowed in his human form, but this form? Even bigger.
“E-Eddie,” Buck mewls, sighing the word as he finally registers the cock thrusting in and out of his pussy, tapered tip pushing deep inside of him. Eddie’s fucking deep inside of him, the tip of his cock grazing his cervix; any deeper, and he’d be fucking right into Buck’s womb. “I-o-oh f-u-uck,” he whimpers, clinging to the bedding under him as he’s jostled up and down the bed gently, Eddie’s thrusts rhythmic and almost lazy.
The soft ruff that leaves the brunet’s mouth has him whimpering, one hand gently covered by Eddie’s much larger one. His fingers are long, thick, and tipped with impressive black claws. Any other time, Buck would be worried Eddie would shred their bedding, but right now, all he cares about is the cock fucking in and out of his cunt, slipping in and out of him. Eddie must have prepped him while he slept, maybe fucked him open with his tongue—split him open with the impressive muscle and licked him open till Eddie deemed him fuckable. It’s one of his favorite parts of the foreplay: holding onto Eddie’s scruff or ears, tossing his head back as Eddie plants himself right between his thighs and licks him open with practiced, teasing swipes of his tongue before fucking the deft muscle inside of him. Eddie gives him orgasm after orgasm till he’s soft, open, and pliant. Eddie’s ‘wolf cock isn’t something to be underestimated, and Eddie takes time in making sure he can take it. After all, Buck is a human; he’s not built like a werewolf to take werewolf cocks—but he’s learned, adapted, and loves every second of it.
“It- annh, E-Eddie,” Buck hiccups, tipping his hips up gently, encouraging deeper thrusts. It gains a soft, burbling snarl from the brunet, the scrape of teeth a gentle warning. As much as Eddie loves to have him fucking back on his cock, it seems Eddie wants him pliant for the night. It’s not often that Buck gets to lay there and take it; however, it usually happens around or on full moons where Eddie’s instincts crave to give his mate everything.
Oh.
Buck’s eyes slip away from Eddie for a split second, twisting his head—gently, slowly; not only to appease Eddie, but also to make sure those sharp teeth don’t nick something important and bleed everywhere—to look at the closed blinds. Even with the blinds being closed, Buck can see the bright shine of the full moon through them, painting slivers of silver light on the floor and the side of the bed. “I-Is too..tonight ffu..ll moon?” Even though he has a feeling it is, because Eddie doesn’t often shift into his full shift—it’s not uncomfortable for him per se; however, he isn’t exactly enthused with the fact he can feel his bones enlongating whenever he shifts outside of the tug of the full moon where the shift becomes more fluid and seamless. Outside of the days just before the full moon and during, it leaves Eddie a bit stiff.
Eddie rumbles a sound that confirms it; tonight is the full moon.
It means Buck is in for it, not that he’s complaining. He is most definitely not.
However, Buck is usually more diligent with these kinds of things—it must have slipped his mind this time, though. Buck is the one to get things ready for their full moon rendezvous; Chris at a friend’s house for a sleepover, making sure he’s ready, makes sure there’s food and water prepped whenever he or Eddie gets peckish, and everything perfect for another full moon. However, this time, it slipped his mind. Hectic work schedules, having his calendar app completely wipe out the entire month’s reminders he’d carefully cultivated with important dates, and general frazzledness, he must have forgotten; fallen asleep instead of staying up with Eddie, watching shitty movies—werewolf ones, because Buck loves to be a bit ironic, and he likes watching Eddie roast the hell out of them—and waiting for the tug of the full moon to take over.
A growl rumbles through his throat as Eddie presses into it, sniffing him, thrusts getting quicker. It has Buck reeling, sounds of visceral, unadulterated pleasure dripping from his cocked-open mouth. His body is shaking as he lays there, taking each quickening thrust, cunt stretched around Eddie’s shaft. He’s unable to quell his sounds, unable to bite them down, so Eddie does it for him. He pulls the hand covering Buck’s away, cradles the back of his head, and shoves his face into the mattress. The action rips a dirty groan from Buck, cunt quivering as his moans are muffled in the mattress. He’s loud, he knows it—but he cannot help it when he’s being split open with a werewolf cock that his depraved mind could only dream of having inside of him. The way Eddie’s furred balls slap against his clit, the pulsing gland abused by the constant contact. The pleasure-pain is gorgeous, a rush of dizzying endorphins and arousal swimming in his blood.
“E-Ed,” he tries, voice muffled, but he’s aware Eddie can still hear him. Exceptional hearing is another feat the werewolf has. His eyes begin to roll up, the stuttering waves of his orgasm quick-approaching. He’s always been sensitive, but the way his nipples are worked into hard peaks with the friction, the way Eddie’s balls slap against his clit, and how Eddie fills him, it’s too much. “G-Gunh.”
His face remains pressed into the mattress, Eddie’s big hand cradling the back of his skull, claws scratching the crown of his head and tangling with his curls. The gentle touch is an uttery dichotomy to Eddie’s quick, dirty thrusts that have his pussy squelching, the sounds of their fucking echoing in the mostly quiet room. He can distantly hear the air conditioner buzzing as it keeps the house cool and the Los Angeles summer out. It’s the only sound in the room other than Eddie’s ragged, breathy growls and the slap of their hips. Eddie’s knot hasn’t popped—probably won’t till Buck is at least three orgasms in—but it kisses his hole, a terrible tease for what’s to come. He almost wants to throw his hips back, feel the ballooning bulb press in and make him burn, but Eddie wants him plaint and open, a hole to use and knot.
Eddie pants into his neck, licking the baby hairs and chasing the taste of his sweat, snuffing at his neck and pressing his cold nose against it. Everywhere else, Eddie is a mass of warmth, but his nose is ice cold. He lets Eddie lick and nibble at his neck, soaking his neck with broad licks and wet puffs of air. His body is quivering, toes curling as his orgasm begins to ramp up, a slow burn in the deep well of his core.
“Fu-fu-u-,” Buck gasps out, trying to make words, but the pit of quick-building pleasure in his core makes his mind feel like goop, eyes swimming with tears that rush down his cheeks. His mouth remains propped open, panting wetly into the mattress as his body continues to get rocked up and down the mattress, fucked into it with the dirty, heavy thrusts. The slap, slap, slap of Eddie’s balls plaping against his cunt, the heavy pressure of each swing, and the way Eddie fucks to the root of his cock with each swing of his hips has Buck reeling. He is barely able to grip the mattress for purchase, shaking fingers bunching up the fitted sheet in them as Buck cries out. It’s plaintive and muffled, a cry of pleasure dripping with arousal.
Spasms wrack up his legs, thighs quaking and hips moving without any conscious thought. All that is running through his head is chasing the pleasure searing into his bones, and driving Eddie’s cock deeper. He’s desperate it, desperate for completion and the feeling of Eddie’s knot kissing his folds, eventually pressing in and locking there, filling his awaiting womb with torrents of cum that’ll leave him looking well and properly bred.
The thought of being bred, stuffed with Eddie’s cum and becoming fat with the ‘wolf’s baby has his stifling a wrecked sound deep into the mattress as his orgasm sears through him, body locking up. His hips still their errant chase for pleasure, tipped up to give Eddie the best angle to fuck down into him, working him through his orgasm. His vision whites out, TV static filling it as his orgasm consumes him whole, a yawning pit of arousal Buck never wants to leave. It rips through him, so hard it has him tearing at the seams, spilling out as he squirts around Eddie’s cock. His toes curl and cramp, weak moans and ecstasy-filled sobs leaving his throat. Unashamed, Buck tilts his head to the side, baring his neck for Eddie. He wants to feel Eddie’s teeth on him, his mate’s teeth close around his neck and hold him there as he’s worked through his orgasm.
Eddie knows he wants it, and so he does it—widens his jaw, growls a low rumble that races through Buck’s bones and settles there, making him vibrate, and nestles his teeth around Buck’s neck. His canines close and scrape his Adams’ apple, maw so long he’s able to do that. His molars tease Buck’s taut skin, denting the flesh and giving Buck the perfect pressure that leaves him breathless and boneless. His throat bobs as he swallows thickly, feeling his Adams’ apple press into the backs of Eddie’s canines—which are best to be described as really big fucking fangs.
Squirt drips down his thighs, along with strings of slick as Eddie continues to fuck him straight through his orgasm, shuddering waves of arousal never settling in his bones. He feels as if he’s stuck in the middle of a choppy, restless sea in a little rowboat, the waves threatening to tip him over and the ocean aching to swallow him whole. Buck whines, but it doesn’t deter Eddie. Instead, it eggs him on, thrusts dirty and wild. His teeth remain anchored around Buck’s neck, pushing him into the mattress, holding him there. It’s a different pressure from his big claw-tipped hand cradling Buck’s skull and keeping him there. With the hand holding him down, he could thrash, but this?
He’s stuck; completely, utterly stuck—one wrong move, and it’s all over.
It’s a lot hotter than Buck gives it credit for. The danger of it burns in his throat and boils his blood, keeping him utterly still, at the complete mercy of Eddie.
Eddie’s thrusts keep a steady, punishing rhythm. It has him teetering on a thin rope, edging between not enough pleasure and too much pleasure. Buck doesn’t care even if it edges toward the latter instead of the former, tonight is about Eddie, and all Buck is to the werewolf is one thing: a hole to fuck. Buck loves it, as it makes him feel desired and wanted. It fulfills the deep need inside of him to be of use to someone, and if that means laying prone as Eddie has his ways with him, then Buck will gladly do it.
Carefully, Eddie tugs his face out of the mattress, letting him take in heavy, unrestricted gulps of air, shoulders quivering and thigh muscles spasming. His lungs burn inside his chest, face surely flushed and ruined; tears and spit making a mess on his face. His mouth remains open, letting out soft ungh, unh, unfhs as they’re punched out of him when Eddie sheathes his cock inside of him. They are small, pathetic sounds that make Buck feel hot all over. He knows Eddie loves hearing him, and Buck loves hearing him. The soft growls and grunts pressing into his throat and rattling through his neck make him burn with arousal and drip slick like a leaky faucet.
“E-Eddie,” Buck whines, tongue drifting out of his open mouth to lick at his lips, trying to lap up the drool he’s dripping. “F-Feels g’ud, s-o-oh good.” Eddie knows it, can probably smell the waves of lust coming off of Buck in droves, but he still needs to say it—speak it into the world and tell Eddie how good the ‘wolf is making him feel.
He can hear Eddie’s tail thump on the bed, the long strands of dark fur tickling Buck’s feet as it sways with smug pride. It brings a wobbly smile to Buck’s face, a low moan falling from his parted lips as Eddie slows his throats and grinds in, balls resting against Buck’s cunt, hot and pulsing. They’re heavy, full of virile seed soon, Buck will be dripping with. Just the thought of dripping Eddie’s cum soon enough has him clenching around Eddie’s shaft, a pathetic twitch of his cunt that has Eddie huffing softly, pushing his neck down till his cheek is smushed into the mattress, limp and happy to take it.
With Eddie doing all the work, Buck can feel all the higher powers of thinking shut off; he still feels half-asleep, floating between a delicious limbo Eddie manages to keep him in. On one side of the coin, Buck wants to stay awake and press into Eddie’s grinding hips, while the other wants to drift back to sleep and allow Eddie to fully have his way with Buck as he sleeps like a log. A whine slips from his mouth, long and slow—he wants to fall back asleep and let Eddie have his way, but he also wants to stay awake and relish in every beautifully overwhelming sensation and feel his cunt getting knotted. He doesn’t want to miss the best part.
“A-Ah, mmfh,” Buck keens as Eddie grinds his hips forward, deep and slow with his movements. His fur is warm and soft against his sweat-slick body, hips pressing into his asscheeks. Eddie’s tapered tip continues to bump and knock against his cervix, pressed deeper with each twist of Eddie’s hips as the ‘wolf pants into his neck, claw-tipped hands pressed firmly into the mattress. He loves feeling completely surrounded by Eddie; everywhere he moves or looks, there is Eddie. Surrounded and safe as Eddie—his Alpha, his mate—looms over him and grinds nastily into his cunt. “O-Oh, my god, t-tha… there,” Eddie’s cock fills him up, pressing against his g-spot, stimulating it with each roll of his hips. “T-There, Ed-Eddie, Alpha, there, there, t-the… thereee,” Buck gasps and stutters, tongue twisting in his mouth, choking on his words as Eddie pushes his hips down, fully pinning his body to the mattress, grinding his heavy shaft right against his g-spot, sending Buck rocketing toward another bone-shuddering orgasm. He’s already orgasm-soft, still limp and dizzy from his previous one. With the next one approaching so quick, Buck still feels stuck in the past one, in choppy waters on a tiny boat.
He feels as if this orgasm is going to capsize him.
“G-Guuhoood, A-Alpha, Alpha,” Buck mewls, the title falling off his tongue like honey. Even though Buck is a human, and Eddie, being an Alpha werewolf, has little fundamental and biological sway over him, he still loves calling his mate by his proper title. It makes him feel like a proper bitch, begging for their Alpha’s knot, desperate for virile seed to be pumped into their womb, and for their Alpha to pup them. “I-I’m c-u-cumming.” Buck whimpers, tears slipping down his flushed cheeks as his orgasm rears its head, tearing Buck apart.
His eyes roll up as Eddie growls loudly into his throat, the vibrations tearing through his body. He can’t move, hips pinned by Eddie keeping them down with his weight, and his neck held against the mattress by Eddie’s maw, unable to do more than quiver and shake apart under Eddie, sobbing and whimpering delicate sounds of pleasure as his pussy drips with his orgasm. He’s leaking slick, a pathetic wave of squirt leaving him, only serving to wet his inner thighs and the bed more. It’s sure to be completely soaked through with his arousal, and he’s sure Eddie will be smelling it for days. The room smells of sex to him, but to Eddie, he can pry the individual scents apart with his enhanced nose, surely to be drowning in the stink of arousal pooling off of him.
Drool coats the back of his throat where two small teeth marks reside, hidden by his hair, and only able to be found if you know what you’re looking for. Eddie marked him with his sharper-than-average human teeth instead of his ‘wolf teeth, because as much as Buck loves his mate being a werewolf, he hasn’t decided if he wishes to join him in the non-human category. Slowly, Eddie releases his throat from the cage made from his teeth, lapping over the divots surely marked into his flesh. Eddie licks them over with deft laps of his tongue as he idly rolls his hips, working Buck through his orgasm slowly. It’s not like before, where Eddie kept fucking him with brutal, unstoppable thrusts. This is softer, gentler. The moon peaking in the sky always has a harsh grip on Eddie, but as his body steadies, he seems to shine through the wild, animalistic side fueled by the moon. It’s less rushed, too, an easy grind and roll of Eddie’s hips that has Buck sighing and nuzzling into the mattress, sniffling weakly.
“Eddie,” Buck murmurs, feeling the ‘wolf gently hook his head on Buck’s shoulder, gazing at him with those striking red eyes. “Love you,” he whispers to the werewolf, watching with thinly veiled amusement when Eddie’s ears stand a little more forward and straighter, and the look in his face seems to soften even more. In this form, Eddie is reduced to nothing but animalistic sounds; growls, grunts, snarls, and huffs are as far as Eddie’s vocal cords can go. Of course, Buck knows Eddie can get at least one or two words out if he forces it, but even so, they’re more a crafted mesh of his normal vocal chord abilities meshed as best he can into words.
Eddie grunts a soft sound, nuzzling his cheek into Buck’s, scent marking him. The brunet nuzzles into him, more akin to a cat than a big, bad werewolf, but Eddie would be very insulted by the comparison. Then, Eddie tilts his head so he’s looking directly at Buck down the length of his muzzle, tongue poking out to gently lick over Buck’s cheeks and lips, swiping over them. It draws a soft, rough moan from his mouth and allows Eddie access to it. Slowly, Eddie licks deep into his mouth, french kissing him. Buck whimpers, pushing himself up a bit to give his poor nipples some reprieve, allowing Eddie a better angle to kiss and lick into his mouth, tongue exploring the ridges of the roof of his mouth, and the backs of his teeth in broad strokes of his tongue. Buck’s tongue laps at the bottom of Eddie’s, mewling around the intrusion, letting his eyes fall shut. They lay there, kissing, tongues slipping around one another, dancing.
Eddie seems to chase the taste of Buck, which is long-faded mint toothpaste, growling into his mouth when he tries to pull back, chasing his retreating head. Eddie’s tongue slips deeper, forcing its way down his throat. Buck gargles a wanton sound around the intrusion, eyes slipping to rest half-lidded, staring at those sharp red eyes as tears bleed from the edges. He sucks in air through his nose, gag reflex nonexistent—Eddie trained it away months into their getting together, just like he trained Buck’s body to his standards.
Buck whimpers as Eddie’s grinds start to work up to thrusts again, fucking deep into him. The ‘wolf pulls out till only his tapered tip rests inside Buck’s stretched, abused pussy, before slamming back in. The thrusts are slow, calculated pushes and pulls, making Buck choke around Eddie’s tongue in his mouth, trying to keep up with the movements, but he’s starting to shake. His hands squeeze and release the fitted sheet clutched in his grasp in stuttery, rhythmic patterns as his arms threaten to give out from under him.
The overstimulation starts to get to him, starting in his calves that begin to cramp, to his thighs that shake and shake. He’s squeezing restlessly around Eddie’s cock, attempting to drag the ‘wolf closer to his orgasm and reprieve for Buck. As much as he loves overstimulation, loves the vicious bite of it, his body is still sleep-addled and sensitive—more sensitive than usual. He feels cut open, bared to the world, raw and unready. Even though the sex borders on tender, the overstimulation carves into the backs of his teeth and settles there like biting into ice cream with sensitive teeth.
“Fu-aangh,” Buck whimpers as he pulls away, desperate to get a second of sucking in deep gulps of air, drool—both his and Eddie’s—slipping down his chin in a messy waterfall. “K-Knoo…ahn. W-Wan’ your kno’, E’..ie,” Buck murmurs, almost completely beyond words. It’s taking all of his energy to string syllables and words together to try and get his point—his plea—across, arms collapsing under him, chin hooked on the mattress as he looks up at Eddie. The werewolf stares down at him, ears perked and forward, listening to every word that spills out of Buck’s mouth. “Please?” Buck whispers, listening to the rumble that falls from Eddie’s cracked-open maw, the glint of teeth clear in the room that is dimly lit by the full moon.
With a huff, Eddie nuzzles into his cheek, knot beginning to kiss and push at his abused pussy. His thighs shake dangerously, moans slippery as they rush out of his mouth. He wants it, he wants Eddie’s knot and the hot rush of arousal and cum to fill his tummy; to pour right into his awaiting, fertile womb. Even though they’ve never conceived—yet—this full moon feels different; charged. There is lightning trapped under Buck’s skin, skittering around his muscles and nerves, begging to be let free.
Snuffling into his shoulder, Eddie lets his teeth drag against the fabric of his soaked-through tee, the shirt clinging to Buck’s spasming body. It’s rucked up around his waist, the only piece of clothing remaining on his body, as well as his fuzzy socks, which would make him laugh in any other circumstance. Eddie knows not to get his clothes-ripping teeth or claws near Buck’s beloved socks, because that means a new pair of crazy socks or two to replace the ones he brutalized. Buck moans at the pressure of sharp teeth that’d tear him to sinew and shreds in a matter of seconds, and yet, they never will.
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Eddie huffs slowly, dragging in heavy breaths through his nose, trying not to pant like a dog lest Buck crack a joke about it later. He’s swinging his hips, returning to the brutal, calculated pace he had earlier on when the moon was high in the sky, and the pull tugged at Eddie’s teeth and core, heavy and alluring.
Eddie’s a born werewolf, an Alpha at that, so the moon has little sway over him—if he wanted to, he’d be asleep next to Buck, sleeping away the full moon. However, with his beautiful mate haloed by the small slivers of moonlight peering through the blinds, looking so damn delectable as he slept, Eddie couldn’t help it. He just had to have Buck, to have his taste dancing on his tastebuds, to feel his sleepy cunt clench around his cock, unconcious body acting without thinking, running purely on instincts. The way Buck opened around his tongue, snuffling and breathing deeply in his sleep, scent tinted with lust around that soft, sweet smell he gets when he sleeps. He doesn’t know how to adequately describe the smell past it being gentle and sweet, like the light hint of a flower's nectar; not too sweet, not too overpowering; just right.
All he knows is he’s obsessed with it; with the way Buck’s hair curls perfectly, sleep-mussed and bouncing; with the way Buck sounds as he sleeps, little mumbles and puffs of breath through his mouth and nose; with the way he sees Eddie out like a little heat-seeking missile, craving the warmth, comfort, and closeness of his Alpha. He’s not sure how the bond between them works for Buck, but having his mate close to him, where Eddie can tuck against him and protect him within a split second if need be, settles something inside of him.
Eddie growls softly with each press of his knot against Buck’s folds, the flutter of that pretty cunt around his cock appealing and arousing to him. The stir of arousal in his gut is ever-churning, sloshing around like water trapped in a jar, just waiting to break free. Each grind of his hips at the end of every thrust only makes Buck sound prettier, punched out unh, ungh, angh, aunghs echoing gently in the air. He’s beyond desperate howls of pleasure and belted sobs, reduced to nothing but pathetic sounds hitching in the back of his throat, barely making it past kiss-swollen lips. He can hear them beginning and ending before getting anywhere, choked-off sounds that are so pretty to Eddie.
With a huffed grunt-growl, Eddie licks at Buck’s cheeks, tasting the tears slipping down his cheeks. The press of his knot is beginning to let it slip in, halfway in till he tugs it out, making Buck thrash weakly under him, little shifts and twitches of his hips the extent of his movements. He’s dripping drool and tears onto the mattress, head cocked to the side so he can stare blearily up at Eddie, but he’s not sure if he’s actually seeing anything. He looks so beautiful like this, hanging off his cock, ready to be filled.
“Bu-... Br-…” Buck starts, fumbling with his words, lips smacking together after opening, a string of saliva hanging between pouty, blossom-pink lips. His brow furrows, using all the power left in his brain—and fuck if it isn’t a sight to see Buck so completely fucked-out, whimpering and losing his train of thought, just laying there and taking it—to try and create a sentence. “Nnn, B…Bre’d… breed me, plea’e, Al’ha,” Buck murmurs, pressing his face into the mattress, eyes fluttering, mouth cocked-open, and body completely limp.
Dios, Eddie growls loudly, trying to temper his volume, though, because he does not need the neighbors to wonder why the hell there is loud-as-hell growling coming from their house. His son isn’t here, thank dios, because there’d be no doubt Eddie or Buck would have woken him by now. Thankfully, Hen had been wanting to have him over for a sleepover, and even though it was a little last minute, she still happily took him for the night. It helped somewhat that Buck fell asleep so early—Eddie doesn’t believe he meant to fall asleep, maybe just rest for a bit in bed while scrolling, as Eddie found him belly-down on the bed, snoring airily with his phone loosely held in his hand—because he had time till the moon rose fully in the sky to prepare.
The wild grinds of his hips don’t stop, thrusts gaining more power and losing speed. It’s not about winning a race, about rushing to completion, because that ruins it. It’s about breaking Buck’s cunt open to take his knot, half of it slipping in before it’s wrenched out, dragging frothy slick with it. Buck’s slick and cum mats his fur, the stickiness wetting his fur. He’ll surely stink like Buck for days, even with washing everything away, and it makes Eddie go wild. He loves smelling of his mate, and vice versa. Werewolves aren’t exactly known in the world, let alone the supernatural, but Eddie likes the notion of another ‘were, or supernatural creature, knowing Buck is thoroughly marked and taken.
Eddie growls as he shifts his feet, effectively crouched on the bed, rutting harder into Buck’s pussy. His knot is slipping in and out with each slow, desperate thrust, popping in and out with downright sinful noises. His grunts are punctuated with each thrust, nose wiggling as he takes in the honey-sweet smell of Buck’s arousal wafting off of him in thick droves, clouding Eddie’s senses with nothing but Buck, Buck, Buck.
It’s driving him insane.
Eddie’s lip curls, muzzle creasing as he starts to growl deep in his chest, orgasm beginning to peak. His tail goes ramrod straight, hands clenching and flexing; however, he’s careful not to let his claws catch, lest he rip their sheets. He bares his teeth to the air, a show of dominance as he pushes his knot into his bitch, the bulb so close to popping, it’s driving him wild. The skittering arousal races up and down his spine, shoulders hunching and body curved like a taut bow ready to release an arrow.
Tipping his head down instead of toward the moon, where the urge to howl begins to die in his throat, Eddie presses his nose into Buck’s racing pulse, feeling it jump under his lapping tongue. He swallows thickly, opening his mouth, splitting his brain into focusing on pressing and fucking his knot into Buck’s cunt, and forming a singular word. He doesn’t like speaking in full-shift, can barely do it, honestly, but it’s like those dogs who manage to growl or huff sounds that resemble human words. Buck is sobbing into the mattress, overstimulation making the smell of lust wafting off him that much sweeter.
His maw opens, teeth scraping Buck’s neck as he hooks his head over his shoulder, staring at Buck as he manages a singular word. It’s enough, though.
“Howl,” Eddie rasps, halfway between a growl and a ruff, and Buck does. He howls a sound so primal, Eddie wouldn’t be able to tell it apart from a werewolf sound. His knot slips in, hips rocking back till only his cockhead rests inside before slamming in, the force making his knot pop and lodge inside Buck’s cunt that sprays with squirt, wetting Eddie’s furred balls with his essence. His orgasm rips through him, like tearing a piece of fabric in two with enough brute force.
Eddie comes apart at the seams, hips rutting restlessly, tail swishing where it hangs ramroad straight as he dumps the first rope of cum into Buck’s pussy. Desperate greed to push his seed deeper, to have this load catch, has him rolling his hips and grunting, any further attempts at words lost to his hind-brain. He’s thoroughly stuck inside Buck’s cunt, dumping rope after rope of virile cum inside of him. With nowhere to go, it stays inside, his knot keeping everything sealed tight inside.
Eddie grunts and growls, teeth bared for the world to see as he continues to grind his knot into Buck’s weakly spasming cunt, stimulating it. It prolongs his orgasm, makes his teeth feel as if they’re going to vibrate right out of his jaw, and his eyes threaten to roll up. His hands press deep into the mattress, palms sinking deep into the plush material. His body is slowly losing its rigidity, shoulders loosening, spine slowly uncurving, and tail beginning a slow, gentle sway. His eyelids flutter, and his breath comes out in slow, even puffs of air, no longer haggard and desperate for breath. His orgasm makes him feel soft, gooey like non-neutonium fluid, muscles untensing as he continues to dump every drop of cum inside of his heavy balls inside of Buck. His ears twitch and pick up each sound Buck makes, the little snuffles and soft whimpered sighs that fall from his lips.
Eddie lets himself settle on his haunches, careful not to tug on the knot, lest he cause Buck pain. His head is still tilted toward the ceiling, a howl lodged in his throat. He is not going to be like a stereotypical werewolf and howl at the moon, even though he desires to do just that. It’s not just a howl at the moon for the sake of it, it’s to let any other ‘wolf or were in the that he bred his bitch well, stuffed him full of his knot and cum, and satisfied him. However, he doesn’t let that howl free, because that’d both be suspicious to hear such a loud and visceral sound coming from his home, and he wants to keep that information to himself. The information of plugging Buck full of his knot and cum is something only for Eddie to know—the deep-rooted posessiveness hardwired into his body rearing it’s ugly head and snapping yellowing teeth at the thought of letting others knows at how good he bred Buck.
It’s his knowledge and only his to know—outside of Buck, only he will know.
With a slow breath blown out of his nose, Eddie swallows the howl and tips his head down, blinking and letting the film of greed and animalistic need to breed slip away, looking down at Buck, who is asleep, eyes fluttered shut, face slack and peaceful. It draws an amused huff from him, licking at Buck’s tear-stained cheek, barely getting a twitch from the blond, who seems to be as deep in sleep as he was when Eddie licked and fucked him open with his tongue. Seeing Buck so peaceful, neck vulnerable and bared to him, hanging off his knot and asleep, makes something preen in his core.
He sniffs Buck’s neck, ensuring the blond reeks of him, and settles down as best he can, caging Buck against the bed, settling down till his knot goes down, watching Buck sleep. Watching his mate sleep, safe and sound and utterly confident in Eddie to keep him safe in such a vulnerable position warms a part of himself and makes him gnash his teeth to keep the elated wroo down.
His tail doesn’t seem to get the memo, swishing unabashedly behind him. He’ll let it be for now.