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Odin could barely part their lips to breathe, let alone focus on anything other than Keaton’s affections. Keaton’s stiffening member ground against his pajama pants, the only thing separating their dicks. When Keaton’s clawed fingers fumbled against Odin’s thin shirt, threatening to tear it, Odin pulled away and chided, “Careful!”
“Sorry,” Keaton half-heartedly replied, though he was more deliberate in pulling Odin’s shirt off. Keaton tugged at Odin’s pants, and the mage obediently shifted to let that article of clothing fly free, with his tight underwear quickly following. As soon as they were free of any obstructions, they kissed hard, tongues and moans and breath the only things escaping their lips. Odin rolled his hips against Keaton’s, feeling the hot, hard length of Keaton’s cock rub against his own.
Keaton lay back, and as Odin followed atop him, the wolfskin grinned and flipped them. Odin yelped in surprise, the sound muffled by the swift return of Keaton’s lips. Sliding an arm under Odin’s head, Keaton nipped his lip with a low growl that trembled down Odin’s throat. With his free hand, Keaton reached between them, grabbing their frotting cocks and rubbing off-rhythm with their desperate thrusts.
“Keaton,” Odin gasped out the words between fevered kissing, “Keaton, oh, Keaton, wait-”
“Huh? What?” Keaton reluctantly broke the kiss, gazing into Odin’s eyes with pupils blown wide.
Odin grinned at him, “When, my fearless feral partner, are you going to fuck me?” As Keaton’s eyes narrowed at the challenge, Odin’s fingers slid down along his twitchy back to squeeze his ass.
Keaton jumped at the touch, then grinned back at Odin. He leaned in, hot breath and rough voice against Odin’s ear, “Get on your knees.” Odin shivered, and stared up at Keaton. After an awkward moment, Keaton blushed and climbed off Odin, muttering, “Ignore that.” Odin grinned at his pout, getting on his hands and knees as ordered.
“Are you prepared to partake in the Penetration Preparation?” Keaton groaned at the wordplay, and Odin took that as a groan of arousal, as usual. “I see my words-” Odin grunted as he was interrupted by Keaton’s vigorous groping of his muscled backside.
“No more talking,” Keaton commanded, backing up his words with a nip. Odin yelped and looked back, arousal bright pink across his freckled face. With a smirk, Keaton began licking between Odin’s cheeks, working his talented tongue lower and lower. Wide swipes of his tongue greeted Odin’s eager entrance, thoroughly coating it before focusing on the rim. The mage moaned and hung his head at the slick, firm feeling of Keaton laving him pliant.
Oil-slick fingers suddenly replaced Keaton’s tongue, and Odin blushed at his own needy mewling. Trembling as the finger slid inside, Odin struggled not to rock against Keaton’s hand. All semblance of control fell apart as the second finger worked inside him, finding his prostate with ease. Odin cried out, then exhaled a gasp as Keaton bit his backside. The sharp sensation went straight to Odin’s core, and dripped from his cock.
“Doing alright?” Keaton whispered, even as a third finger circled Odin’s rim. The mage, panting and sweating, looked back at his wolfskin lover and nodded. Keaton smiled, but his expression quickly became predatory, and he bit into Odin’s other cheek right as his third finger began pushing inside. Odin gasped and bucked against him, unable to stop himself, not wanting to even if he could.
“Please,” Odin moaned, seeing stars before his half-lidded gaze, “Keaton, please, ah, take me~”
Keaton growled his pleasure, yet he was as impatient as his treasure. Pulling his fingers free, Keaton settled atop Odin and rubbed his cock between the mage’s reddened nether-cheeks. As Odin peered back at him, Keaton posessively bit the back of his neck before trailing lesser marks up to Odin’s ear, taking pride in marking what was his.
“Look to your side,” Keaton rumbled into Odin’s ear, and the mage obeyed. The mirror he’d been ignoring showed a perfect copy of their lewd activity. As Odin watched, Keaton grasped his cock and lined it up with Odin’s entrance. Keaton noted Odin’s gaze on the glass, winked at him, then pushed inside so that Odin could see and feel every movement clearly. When Odin’s head threatened to jerk away for a louder moan, Keaton grasped his jaw and made him watch until their hips finally met.
“Keaton,” Odin breathed; he smiled when he saw the wolfskin’s tail wag vigorously. Keaton pulled his hips back, glistening shaft barely visible between them, and slammed back inside. Odin was still gasping when Keaton repeated the motion, a slow withdrawal followed by a rapid thrust that inevitably rubbed Odin’s sweet spot on the way. As the wolfskin pounded Odin, he trailed kisses back to Odin’s shoulderblades and resumed marking them thoroughly. Odin’s eyes fluttered, yet he kept his gaze trained on the mirror, seeing their rough lovemaking and the red blotches blooming like flowers upon his back.
Keaton sat up on both hands and began to fuck Odin deep, angling his hips to hammer the mage’s prostate with every thrust. Feeling his neck tire without the help, Odin did the only sensible thing and dropped his upper body to the bed. He clutched at the soft sheets that his cheek pressed again, feeling the roughness of Keaton’s pace, hearing their hips slap together, watching his body rock and bunch the bedsheets with each jolt forward.
“Hold on, the best part’s just starting,” Keaton promised, and the pause in their sex made Odin realize how loud he’d. With a grunt, Odin looked back at the wolfskin with narrowed eyes, but he didn’t get time to complain. Not when he realized that Keaton was swelling inside him; that the claws at his hips were growing sharper.
Normally, Keaton’s transformation was fast and loud, but tonight he tamed it to a gradual crescendo. Odin whined at the stretch, loving the ache and the sharpness of Keaton’s claws against his skin. Some distant part of the mage noted that Keaton must’ve been practicing this, but the thought was as dust on the wind. Keaton looming over him, monstrous, intent on him as if he were prey, was all Odin could focus on.
“Gods,” Odin groaned. Seeing Keaton slowly transform above him, focusing on the knot forming at the base of the wolfskin’s dick, made his insides fluttery with anticipation. Odin watched as Keaton, now fully wolfskin, leaned down. Hot breath against Odin’s neck was his only warning as Keaton’s jaws closed around his neck. Sharp fangs pressed against Odin’s skin, hard but not piercing, and Odin’s dick twitched needily.
Keaton’s much fluffier tail never ceased wagging, and Odin’s eyes focused on the motion through the mirror. He noted Keaton was also watching, and felt the growl as he resumed thrusting into Odin with his thickened cock.
“You’re all mine,” Keaton’s slow rumble sent shivers down Odin’s spine, especially as every word was punctuated by the grinding of Keaton’s knot against Odin’s ass. Odin couldn’t respond with words, too distracted by the knot pressing more and more inside, by the way Keaton’s pace sped up, by the claws leaving thin lines along his hips that dripped down his thighs and pooled with his pre.
Keaton’s fangs pressed firm against Odin’s rapid pulse, steadying him as the transformed wolfskin finally worked his knot inside. It was a slow, steady push, and Odin breathlessly keened as he was filled to bursting, as the immense pressure settled against his prostate.
With his knot tying them together, Keaton switched to short, rapid thrusting of his hips. Keaton’s claws dragged along Odin’s trembling thighs, leaving shallow cuts to match the ones on his hips. The slapping of fur-covered flesh against rapidly-bruising skin echoed in the room, and neither of them cared. Odin watched himself get ravaged and couldn’t look away.
Odin’s breathing was ragged, his moans a gibberish motley of bliss. He felt Keaton’s thrusts lose rhythm, felt the fangs around his neck just barely pierce, and suddenly Odin was crying out. Stars danced before Odin’s vision and pleasure burst along his being as if caged for years, spilling across the sheets, clenching around Keaton’s knot erratically until his body gradually steadied.
Keaton’s low rumble filled Odin’s being, and every thrust had Odin jolting from the renewed intensity. Suddenly, Keaton’s hips ground into his, and the wolfskin released his neck to howl. Odin felt the warmth of Keaton’s release filling him.
As Keaton’s orgasm died down, he pulled out, turned back to his more humanoid form, and fell to his side. Pulling Odin into his arms, he cuddled until they both caught their breath.
“Hey,” Keaton mumbled, and Odin peeked an eye open, “Look.”
“At what-” Odin interrupted himself with a grin as Keaton spread his legs, letting the mage get a good look at his own gaping, leaking ass. The bedsheets were ruined with crimson and cum.
Odin flushed bright, and Keaton nipped at his shoulder, “You look amazing.” Keaton generously bundled Odin into his arms, pressing gentle kisses all along his face, “You good to sleep?”
“Yeah,” Odin grinned, then winced as his legs shifted, “Wait. Maybe a vulnerary first.”
“Do you have to?” Keaton whined, and pouted at Odin’s frown, “Aww, ok. I’ll go get one, then we can cuddle.”
“Gladly,” Odin agreed, and kissed Keaton gently before he left.