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“That couch is half the size of you,” Louis argues.
“I curl up pretty tight!” Legosi smiles, eyes crinkling.
“You’re sleeping in the bed.” When the wolf opens his gaping mouth to argue, Louis adds, “This isn’t a conversation.”
Louis’ hotel suite is spacious, as is the adjoining room that the Horns Conglomerate had booked for Legosi, though he seems blissfully unaware they did any such thing. When they’d arrived this morning, Legosi had dropped his bag off next to Louis’, and now that night has fallen, he’s trailed Louis into his room as he’d been doing all day, a diligent little bodyguard.
Not that Louis had wanted a hulking chaperone at this weekend conference, but he’s making the best of it.
As head of the Horns Conglomerate, Louis on occasion finds himself in the presence of unsavoury individuals; this conference in particular comes on the heels of a meeting wherein Louis had needed to pull a gun against a frustrated polar bear.
Well, ‘needed to’ was perhaps a stretch. ‘Produced in a threatening manner that brought the negotiations to a screeching halt and caused a minor media meltdown’ would be more accurate. In any case, the result was that the Horns Conglomerate’s board had insisted Louis bring a bodyguard this weekend, so he’d feel appropriately protected and be less liable to whip out a gun at this schmooze-fest conference.
Sometimes Louis really misses the Shishigumi.
“Ah, well… if you’re sure.” Legosi scratches the back of his neck, frowning at the darkened bedroom door. “I don’t know how well you’ll sleep with a carnivore next to you, so—just say the word and I’ll take the couch.”
“The word is bed.” Louis’ tone is final.
Legosi gulps.
When Louis had explained his predicament of needing a bodyguard to Legosi, the wolf had straightened up as if struck by an electric shock, tail flicking to attention behind him. “Me. I can do it. Let me.”
Obviously. If Louis had written a script for the conversation, Legosi couldn’t have followed it any better. Legosi’s diligence is unmatched. He has no sense of self-preservation, only of protection, of duty. And although Louis doesn’t expect trouble from this conference, if he must have a carnivore breathing down his neck under the pretense of safety, then he will have the only one whose competency he trusts.
And so Legosi had loomed in the corner of his vision all day, a shadow following half a step behind, in a new designer suit that he’d been wriggling out of when he started talking nonsense about taking the couch.
Now, Louis chuckles, undoing his tie with a flick of the wrist. “Come on, you managed to sleep with Haru without eating her or fucking her. You can’t do the same for me?”
Legosi’s wild eyes meet his with the franticness of a cornered herbivore. Louis returns the look evenly.
As always, it’s Legosi who breaks the stare-down. He ducks his head with a mutter, tail drooping between his legs.
It ignites the deep-seated instinct in Louis to act out, like when he’d stuffed his hand into Legosi’s mouth the first time. Now, Louis fights the sudden urge to smother him. To steal his breath, render him capable of only a whine, and watch those big dog eyes bulge up at him, brimming with gratefulness for what Louis’ given him.
Through the haze of that deranged daydream, Louis changes into his pajamas; a matching set of navy silk.
Legosi returns from the bathroom in a pair of ratty joggers. If Louis had claws, he’d tear them off.
“I didn’t expect anybody would be seeing me in these.” Legosi tries to excuse himself from Louis’ look of disdain.
“Clearly.”
Legosi ducks his head again. Even after all these years of what you could call friendship, Louis still takes every opportunity to shame him. It’s about the power. It’s about the pretty pink blush on Legosi’s ears, and the downcast gaze of a predator deferring to Louis over and over.
By now, Louis has made peace with the fact that it’s Legosi’s natural state; curled up and small, like one of the pill bugs he loves so much. Today had clearly been a chore for him, forcing himself to snap out of his slouch every time Louis glanced his way, until he finally ironed out of his question-mark hunch into the threatening presence that a grey wolf bodyguard ought to be.
Really, Louis is doing him a favour shrinking him down again.
Legosi climbs into the king-sized bed and tucks onto his side, scarred back to Louis. “Gosh, what a day,” he yawns. “It sure tuckered me out.”
Louis removes his prosthetic before sliding under the sheets next to him. Already the blankets have trapped the wolf’s body heat, warmer than they’d ever get with Louis alone. Maybe he’ll end up with his shirt off, too. See what that does to the miserable mutt.
For a moment, he considers just going to sleep; offering a modicum of mercy to Legosi after a long day of looking scary. But Louis hasn’t gotten this far in life by not putting his needs first.
He reaches out and scrapes blunt nails over Legosi’s old scars.
“Ehh…” Legosi shivers.
The scar tissue is tough—thick, deep scars from that idiot tiger. Louis imagines blood bursting from under his fingertips, soaking the coarse fur. He tries to imagine the pain of claws ripping up his own back, but can think only of teeth in his leg.
“Does it hurt?” Louis murmurs. Clinically professional.
“N-not really. It gets tight sometimes. I have a special moisturizer.”
Louis rolls his eyes. How anyone gets intimidated by this oaf is beyond him.
“Does your leg…” Legosi starts. In the quiet, Louis hears him swallow. “How bad does it get?”
Even though Louis is intimately aware of what this oaf is capable of.
The flesh of his residual limb pulses with the steady soreness of wearing a prosthetic that needs to be resized. His stump will continue to change shape throughout his life; a fact he hadn’t realized until he had to deal with it. Louis has the best doctors, but he’s the worst patient. He’d rather bear the pain of an ill-fitting leg than admit it hurts.
“Do you really want to know?” Louis asks, though of course he does. The wolf is a glutton for punishment. A masochist, probably, if he’d ever let himself explore that particular kink. Louis knows without a doubt that if he were to dig into those scars as deep he could, that he’d find a hardness straining against his ugly sweatpants.
Yes, they simply had to share a bed tonight. Louis needs this, whatever it becomes.
“Yeah. I want to know what I did to you.”
“You ate my leg, Legosi,” Louis spits. His hand lies flat against his back, fur prickling his soft palm. “You wanted to. I wanted you to. And I firmly expect that nothing you experience for the rest of your life will ever compare to that moment.”
“No, nothing,” Legosi agrees thickly. He sounds drowned in memory; iron-rich blood coating his tongue, tender sinew ripping apart so easily in his fangs.
Louis has always asserted that Legosi is the stupidest of the two of them, but it’s Louis who anyone in their right mind would have committed for demanding that the carnivore who ate him share his bed—and then tease him, and dredge up years-old memories that he’s sure they can both return to like it was yesterday. Playing with a fire he’s already invited to burn him.
Louis is stupid for trusting him, but that won’t change. Not until it’s the last thing he ever does.
Legosi takes a shuddering breath, his rib cage expanding beneath Louis’ palm. “Do you regret it?”
“No. I never liked that leg—the brand I couldn’t get rid of. You made me a whole new deer.” His nails dig in. “You can’t regret it, either.”
“I don’t,” he says obediently.
“Good.” He twists Legosi’s fur hard enough to hurt. “You know I’d hate to think I gave my leg to an ingrate.”
“You didn’t.” Legosi squirms, but makes no move to get away from him. “You didn’t, it meant so much. I know exactly what you did for me, please, Louis—”
Louis goes lightheaded from the rush of blood flowing south. His breath comes out rough. “Please what?”
He whines.
Louis wrenches him onto his back. The inside of Legosi’s mouth shimmers with saliva. His tongue lolls among razor-sharp teeth, and it takes everything in Louis not to grab it between his thumb and forefinger.
“Please what?” Louis repeats, and he almost sounds sweet. It’s almost not a threat. “You want to beg for me, wolf?”
“Louis…” A deep, needy sound.
Louis grins, wicked. Legosi may be the wolf, but Louis’ the one who’s big and bad.
He hooks a leg over Legosi’s torso. The moon casts a spiky shadow of his antlers across the headboard, looming and dangerous. Legosi falls still, gaping up at him with a dazed look.
Louis’ smile is all teeth. “You know the first time I had a carnivore begging for me?” He fits his thighs tighter on either side of Legosi’s ribs, planting a palm on his chest for balance, where he can feel the desperate thump of his heartbeat. His fingers disappear in the blanket of Legosi’s fur. “I never told you what I did for you, after you couldn’t even kill the monster who’d eat Haru.”
He stutters, “I did. He was dead, I mean—he died—”
“By my hand. My gun,” Louis corrects. He wraps his hand around Legosi’s muzzle, testing.
Legosi circles his wrist in turn, eyes pleading, but he submits. Two hundred kilograms of bite force reduced to nothing against Louis’ will.
“Beating me up did some good after all,” he continues, hushed in the dark of the room. “I followed your path of destruction, and you should be so grateful I did. He’d have shot you and Haru if I hadn’t been there to stop him.” He releases Legosi’s snout and forms a gun with his hand. Aims it at him. “I made him beg, too.”
Legosi’s mouth flies open, so Louis slides his two fingers in; the barrel of a gun.
“Louis—” he fumbles.
Louis shushes him, giving his cheek fur a tug. “Unless you really don’t want me inside you again?”
He gives a pathetic little groan as his eyes roll back in his head. Forfeiting all resistance, like Louis knew he would. Quite tame, Louis had assured anyone at the conference who worried about the hulking mass of carnivore at his shoulder. He’s quite tame. A good puppy. An obedient mutt.
Still, his traitorous herbivore heart takes off at breakneck speed as he sinks past sharp fangs. Fear as his instinct. Hunger as Legosi’s. But they’ve both forged their lives ignoring those impulses.
Louis takes Legosi’s mouth as his own, because it is— it should be. Not his first journey along this wet, hot tongue, curling around his digits and coating him in thick saliva. Legosi’s half-lidded gaze follows as his mouth grows ever-wider, giving Louis as much as he wants to take.
His cock is rock hard, and Legosi must feel it on his chest. Must be inhaling his arousal as he nearly gags on Louis’ fingers when his teeth finally graze the inside of his elbow.
One false move and he gives Legosi his arm, too. Dancing on a knife’s edge.
“Go on,” Louis encourages, lust-filled in a way he’s never before experienced and surely never will again. He scratches Legosi’s cheek. “Beg for me. Like the pathetic mutt you are.”
His growl vibrates against Louis’ cock.
Louis drags his hard-on down Legosi’s chest, but big, clawed hands clamp around his hips before he reaches his reward.
“What?” Louis pants. Slowly, he removes his hand, dragging the pads of his fingers along the ribbed roof of Legosi’s mouth. His hand glistens with darkened fur. “What are you hiding from me?”
Legosi swallows an impressive amount of saliva, breathing hard enough that Louis almost bounces on top of him. He accuses hoarsely, “You’re such a brat.”
He laughs, light-headed. “Are you planning to do something about it?”
Legosi’s eyes squeeze shut, and the grip on Louis’s hips tightens. What would he do about it? Louis’ imagination runs wild imagining Legosi trying to assert his dominance, make Louis pay for turning his body into his plaything.
It’s almost funny, but for a moment he thinks it might be happening, because he’s lifted up and unceremoniously dumped onto the mattress.
But then Legosi is scrambling to his feet. “I’m taking the couch.”
“No, you’re not.”
He glances back at him from the doorway, strategically twisting to hide his lower half. “What the hell do you want, Louis?”
“What kind of question is that?”
“You said you wanted to sleep without me fucking you. Or eating you. And you just tried for both.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining.”
“Your hand was stuffed in my mouth!”
Louis regards him coolly. Keeping a composed and judgmental demeanour is more challenging than usual, considering the erection he’d like to address by grinding on Legosi’s face, but he still manages to get Legosi dropping his gaze to the floor.
“Perhaps some of your deviance has worn off on me,” Louis offers dryly. “What’s the problem?”
“You have to know how dangerous—”
He rolls his eyes. “You did eventually manage to fuck Haru, didn’t you? And she’s still alive and well, with all her limbs attached?”
“Yes—”
“So?”
“It’s different.”
Louis waits, arms crossed.
“I loved Haru,” Legosi shoves out quickly. “And you don’t understand—the first time we tried, she did the same thing, sticking her arm in my mouth out of some herbivore instinct to be eaten—”
If he says any more, Louis doesn’t hear it—he’s blacked out with rage.
He makes a move to stand on the bed, to bear down on him from the greatest height he can reach, but he can’t because his prosthetic’s on the floor because he let Legosi eat his real one.
“What did you just say to me?” He’s deathly quiet. Fury chokes his throat out from screaming to reflect his insides.
Legosi’s brain is a desolate wasteland if he’s comparing Louis shoving his finger-gun into his mouth and saying beg to a little rabbit offering herself up as a snack.
The wolf lifts his hands in supplication, submission, as he stumbles through apologies, but that doesn’t matter, does it? He’s the predator—it’s his fingers tipped in claws, his mouth stuck through with razors, his bloodlust and muscles and jaw strength that could break Louis in half. Louis is just the prey.
“Get over here,” Louis grits out.
He doesn’t obey immediately, but it’s quite close. Legosi’s in front of him before Louis can work up the ability to yell.
Legosi lets out a wounded yelp as Louis grabs him by the ear and yanks him to his knees.
“Say it again.” Louis kneels on the mattress, lips pulled back in a snarl.
“I didn’t mean it like that, I’m sorry—”
He digs his nails into his shoulders, bearing down from above. “Say it again.”
“I didn’t—”
“You did.” He squeezes as tight as he can, and it does nothing. It doesn’t puncture his skin, probably won’t even bruise. Louis sneers, sifting out the hurt to only convey his ire. “After all this, everything I’ve done for you, am I really nothing more to you but a weak herbivore, helpless against their desperate desire to be devoured?”
It’s more than insulting. It’s a betrayal. Legosi might as well have bit off Louis’ arm, if that’s all he saw him as. A piece of meat. Defenseless prey. How dare he? How fucking dare he?
“No, no, never.” Legosi frantically shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Louis, you were right.” He paws at the mattress, clutching the discarded sheets. “I liked it, I wanted it—”
“Of course you did! Look at you! Getting tossed around by a deer—” He shoves him, and Legosi falls back on his heels. “Tell me, would you still be so worried about me if I had a real gun down your throat?”
Desperate, beady eyes gaze up at him. “I’m not worried about you,” he admits softly. “It’s not—it’s not dangerous for you. It’s dangerous for me.”
“Bullshit. What could I do to you?”
He whines, low in his throat. “Anything.”
Louis lingers on this truth from the wolf on his knees before him. It’s what he’d already been thinking—that he can twist Legosi into whatever shape he likes without consequence. That he can insult him and muzzle him and force him to the ground by a sharp yank of his ear, and all Legosi will do is apologize.
Louis chuckles lowly, anger dissipating into something just as hot but twice as tempting. “That is… very dangerous indeed.”
Legosi nods, shoulder muscles shifting as he shuffles back to him. “I’m a loyal canine, and I—I care about you. I wouldn’t—I mean, I couldn’t…”
“What, you wouldn’t hurt me?”
“I couldn’t do it just once.” His tone is grave. “I’m yours, Louis, whether you want me or not.” He rushes on, “But if you only want me for a night, please—show mercy and let me go.”
Possessiveness sweeps through him. No, he will not let Legosi go. No, once will not be enough. The two of them are inextricably linked. Louis deserves all access to him, forever.
“Why?” Louis steadies himself using Legosi’s shoulder as he settles onto the edge of the bed. Legosi’s hot breath coats his lap. “What will you do with a taste of me?”
He licks his chops. Hesitantly, like breathing life to a dream, he offers, “I—I could show you.”
Oh, the wolf is hungry for it. A thrilled shiver runs up Louis’ spine.
He spreads his thighs, framing the bulge straining his pants. Legosi’s wide-eyed gaze zeroes in, his tail whipping behind him.
“Hurry up before I get bored,” Louis drawls.
Needing no more encouragement, Legosi buries his nose in his crotch and inhales deeply. “You smell so good,” he moans, drooling before he even gets his tongue on him. He laves over the silk in long strokes, painting the wet, warm fabric to Louis, leaving only the thinnest separation between them.
Despite himself, that vile herbivore fear slices through Louis, following a familiar cycle: danger! carnivore! you’re going to die—it’s Legosi, everything’s fine—Legosi ate your leg—and he stopped—it hurt, it hurt!—I’d let him do it a hundred times over—you’re a freak, there’s something wrong with you—the same thing that’s wrong with Legosi.
But Legosi’s not going to eat him. He’s going to take him, just how Louis likes.
“Do you care about these pajamas?” Legosi asks, for reasons beyond Louis’ comprehension.
“No.”
And so with a precise claw, he tears apart the soaked fabric that’s pulled taut around Louis. Louis watches with lustful intensity as Legosi slowly rips his pants to shreds, until he has enough room to oh-so-carefully slip his clawed fingers around Louis’ cock.
His tongue peeks out past his fangs. His gaze is locked to Louis’ as he licks, long and deliberate, up his shaft. Louis nods at him to keep going, and he does so happily. There is no precision, no finesse, and perhaps Louis could instill that in him later. But for now, the eagerness with which Legosi slobbers over his cock is more than enough.
“See, is it so hard?” Louis pets the back of his neck. “To take what you’re given and be grateful for it?”
“It’s not,” he pants earnestly. “Thank you. Thank you, Louis.”
Holy shit.
Obviously Legosi caught how that made Louis’ dick twitch. “Will you finish on my face?” he breathes. “I wanna smell like you.”
“Of course you do.”
Louis grabs his ear and takes control, directing Legosi where he wants at whatever speed he likes. All Legosi has to do is stick his tongue out and lick, which he does dutifully. His half-lidded eyes hold a blissed-out reverence, and the devotion that Louis demands.
“Dumb fucking dog,” Louis groans through clenched teeth. “Open your mouth.”
Legosi draws back, eyes falling closed as he jerks Louis off. His tongue lolls, his fangs shine. A shred of fear sparks, and it makes Louis come harder than he ever has in his life. Stripes of white coat Legosi’s muzzle, his tongue, and those teeth.
He milks Louis for all he’s worth, lapping up every errant spurt, going well past completion into overstimulation. Louis lets him, hissing through the pleasure-pain of the wolf licking him clean until the too-much radiates through his whole being.
“Stop.”
He does, retracting his mouth, but moving no further. Legosi’s head hangs over Louis’ crotch, drowning in the scent of him, huffing and puffing as if he’d come, too. He hasn’t. Louis isn’t sure he’ll let him. Legosi’s massive shoulders are shaking, and he likes that. Wants to make him tremble and whimper. Make him cry. Rip Louis’ name from his throat.
He tucks his leg between Legosi’s experimentally. Predictably, he’s humping it in a second, his warm, neglected cock rubbing frantically against Louis’ shin. Fresh drool drips onto Louis’ thigh.
“Dog,” Louis tosses out again like he’s bored. He’s not. He’s fascinated by the wolf ripping into the bed sheets. His tail wags as he ruts against Louis, like he’s been given a gift soon to be taken away.
He’s right.
“Stop.”
His hips freeze. A pained gasp punches out of him.
He lifts his head, Louis’ cum sticking to his fur, his mouth drenched.
Louis taps his chin. “Swallow.” Legosi does, loudly. Louis runs his thumb along his pink gums. “You wouldn’t come before I told you to, would you?”
“No,” he whispers, jaw barely moving with Louis in his mouth again.
He pats his cheek. “Good boy.” His tail whips. “Bed.”
As Legosi clambers up past him, Louis grabs Legosi’s waistband and, in one swipe, rips off his sweatpants. Legosi makes a little aroo? sound, and then he’s a jumble of limbs against the pillows, knees bent in a poor attempt to hide himself.
Louis shucks off his pants too, a little less graceful, and unbuttons his sweaty shirt as he turns to face him. “What are you, shy?” he scoffs.
“Ehh… no…” Legosi’s legs ease open obediently, revealing what he’d been so keen to grind against Louis. As desperate as the rest of him, thick and weighty against the fluffy fur of his lower stomach.
Louis settles closer, enraptured by the rain-washed musk rolling off Legosi. With his legs bent on either side of Louis, he’s wholly surrounded, and his entire focus narrows down to this needy wolf.
Louis runs his palms down his thighs. “You’re gonna regret letting me do whatever I want to you.”
Legosi shudders. “Not unless I run you off.”
“Don’t make it a challenge. You’ll lose.”
He trails his fingers up his shaft feather-light, and it twitches, precum oozing from the tip. Legosi sinks back with a groan, as though the barest of touches is enough to take him apart.
An amused huff leaves Louis. He’s going to destroy him.
He keeps one hand on Legosi’s knee to keep him spread open and vulnerable as he plays with him. Teasing touches along his veiny cock, more for Louis’ benefit than Legosi’s. He mocks Legosi for how easy he is, asks if he likes being Louis’ toy, laid open and bare for his entertainment. The wolf only agrees, pathetic little sounds plucked out of him.
When Louis just might explode from how turned-on he is, he fits his hand around Legosi and jerks him off in earnest. He sets a demanding pace, maybe too fast to be purely pleasurable with just precum and sweat as lube.
“Fuck, Louis—” He’s shredding the bed sheets again.
“What?” He pauses, briefly, to spit onto his shaft. He keeps working him over. “Is that better?”
“I’m gonna—”
“No, you’re not.” Louis stretches up Legosi’s long body and plants a hand next to his head. He forces Legosi to meet his eye. There’s a panic there, like he’ll disappoint Louis with an unsanctioned orgasm. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you?”
He squirms. He can’t seem to stop. “Yes, yes—”
Louis pumps his thick cock. “So you do what I want. Have I told you to—look at me.” He demands when Legosi’s eyes threaten to flutter shut. “Have I told you to come?”
“No.” Drool drips down his cheek. It’s disgusting. It’s mesmerizing.
“And maybe I won’t. I could send you to sleep hard and wanting, and make you follow me around tomorrow as hard as you are now.” He lowers his mouth to his ear and whispers, “I could do whatever I want to you and make you beg for more.”
“Please, please, please—”
He nips his ear and lets him go.
Legosi keens, chest heaving like he’s finished a marathon. All from the exertion of pleasing Louis. A smug lust rolls over him.
When Legosi tries to relax into the pillows, Louis grabs his chin and sticks his fingers into his gaping mouth again.
The wolf makes a noise of complaint, but it doesn’t mean anything. He takes the intrusion greedily, lapping at Louis’ fingers that he won’t bite, only taste. He’s chosen to be gentle, domesticated and soft, when it would be so easy to eat Louis up.
“You really are stupid,” Louis muses as he retracts his hand, “letting me do this to you.”
Thickly, he asks, “Do you want me to be smarter?”
“No. Then you might think to stop me.”
Louis presses his slick fingers to Legosi’s hole.
“Oh!” falls out of Legosi’s mouth as Louis slides a finger inside. There’s lube somewhere in Louis’ luggage, but he won’t go fast enough to need it. He just wants the friction. The not-enough and the too-much.
“Are you smart?” Louis asks. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No. No, no, no.” He hooks a knee around Louis’ waist to spread himself further.
“Of course you don’t.” He brushes his snout. “You’re a different breed, Legosi.”
He whines in agreement, grabbing Louis’ hip to keep him close. Louis wants to collar him, leash him. Make him sit and beg so prettily, just for him. Only ever him.
“Have you done this before?” he asks roughly.
“Yeah.”
“By yourself? Or with Haru?”
“Myself.”
“And what did you think about?”
“You.”
As he fucking should. He twists inside him, bringing a new tortured sound out of the wolf. “Did I do that, in your perverted masturbatory fantasies?”
“Something like it, yeah.”
Louis pulls out almost all the way and bows his head, antlers getting dangerously close to striking distance. “And this?” Saliva gathers in his mouth, and he lets it dribble onto Legosi’s clenching hole. He pushes back in with two fingers, and Legosi bears down on him, as welcoming as he’d been of Louis in his mouth. “I bet I found all the best places to touch you, didn’t I? Show me now.”
“Show you?”
Louis drives his fingers in deeper. “Yes. Where?”
Catching up, Legosi circles his hips, making himself groan. He arches his back, searching for the right angle for Louis, until he lets out a stifled cry as Louis brushes his prostate. Louis grabs his thigh, and digs his fingers in. “Right there?”
“Yeah!” His eyes bulge, spine curved. Louis could tuck a pillow under him, but this isn’t about his comfort. It’s about pushing his limits until none remain. Besides, his tail is sweeping furiously underneath him.
“Go on then,” Louis murmurs. He holds his wrist still. “Fuck yourself on my fingers.”
Legosi obeys. He crosses both ankles behind Louis’ back to sustain the angle, and rocks his hips into Louis’ hand. He clenches around him, his thigh muscles spasm against his hips. His big grey wolf body is tangled up in Louis, wholly at his mercy.
“Good boy.” Louis can’t stop himself. He’s hard again, from the total control he has over Legosi’s body. It’s his, Legosi belongs to him. “You like that? Doing whatever I say?”
“Yes, yes—” His tongue lolls, his cock lolls—heavy against his stomach, thick and weeping.
Louis strokes him gently, like a reward. But he says, “Stop.”
Legosi jerks to a halt, pathetic whines slipping through his teeth.
Mine, mine, all mine, rings in Louis’ head.
“Still not regretting it?” he breathes.
“Never.”
Louis looks him over, still frozen in place around his fingers. He tilts his head, curious. “What do you want me to do next?”
“Isn’t that up to you?”
Another surge of smugness rushes over him. “It is. But tell me what you want so I can decide if you deserve it.”
He releases a shuddering breath. “I think you should bite me.”
“Really? Where?”
“My throat.”
“Freak.”
“Haha. I guess.” Legosi tilts his head back.
Louis grins sharply. He looks so sweet like that, he can’t say no. He lets go of his dick, and fists him by the scruff of the neck instead, forcing his head back even farther.
As hard as he can, he clamps his teeth around Legosi’s throat.
A keening whine vibrates against his teeth. Hands grasp his hips.
“All mine?” Louis demands.
“Yes.” Legosi’s reply is immediate.
He licks up his throat, his fingers twitching in Legosi’s ass. “That’s mine, too?”
A gravelly groan comes out of him. “Yes, Louis, everything. All of me. Take it.”
So he does. He bites his throat again as he slowly thrusts within him, more to remind Legosi that he’s there than anything. Legosi’s eyes roll back in his head, but Louis’s not done. With his free hand, he surveys all that’s his. He tugs on Legosi’s ear, his cheek fur. He fondles a bicep, pinches his thigh. He claws down his chest, where he feels Legosi’s heart racing.
“All mine, how generous.” Louis slips his fingers out, and finally deigns to touch Legosi’s cock again. It’s slick in his hand, pulsing like it has its own heartbeat. He squeezes, stealing a moan from Legosi. “You really want this, don’t you? To be owned by a deer?”
“By you,” he breathes. “I want you, Louis. You know that.”
Louis hums, and grinds his cock against Legosi’s. Fuck, he’s been getting off playing mind games, but carnal pleasure will be quick to finish him off. Legosi’s fingers twitch against Louis’ fur. “Oh, go on. Make me come again.”
Legosi encloses both their cocks in his big hand, and Louis fucks into his fist like Legosi’s made for it. Lust and power and possessiveness surges until he’s biting back a groan and spilling onto Legosi’s needy cock.
He sits back, breathing hard, and takes in the sight of Legosi with a tired laugh. “Look at you. Big bad carnivore, splattered in my cum twice and you still haven’t had your release. Fuck, you reek of me.”
Legosi inhales with a growl, claws digging into Louis’ hips. His body strains with need. He must be so desperate. He must be barely hanging on, after holding his orgasm at bay for this long. But Legosi’s always been good at control.
“Did you need something?” As soon as he opens his mouth, Louis starts jerking him off, and a desperate gasp comes out of Legosi instead. “You don’t still want to come, do you?”
He arches into Louis’ fist, tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. “Please, oh please, Louis—”
Louis crashes his mouth to his, invades with his tongue, takes what’s rightfully his. Legosi whines into his mouth, eager and frantic. He claws up Louis’ back, frenzied enough to hurt, though not to break skin. Louis picks up speed over Legosi’s cock, coaxing him closer to the edge.
Louis pants into his ear, “Do it.”
Legosi’s body seizes around Louis. He comes with a sob that sounds like Louis’ name, shoulders shaking as pleasure is finally granted to him.
Louis kisses his muzzle, murmuring, “Good boy, you stupid dog. Was that worth it?”
“Yes.” He clutches Louis to his chest, still faintly trembling. “Louis, Louis, fuck—”
“Regret it yet?”
“No.” Legosi tucks them both onto their sides, and he curls around Louis in a way that Louis couldn’t escape from if he tried. He’s cocooned in wolf; humid breath on his neck, fangs brushing his ear. If he squeezes too tight, he’ll break every bone in Louis’ body. “Stay. Stay with me.”
“Fine,” Louis huffs.
He’d shoot anyone who’d try to separate them.
The next day at the conference, there are still herbivores concerned with the danger Legosi poses.
A lemur asks, round eyes incredulous, “You really don’t worry about this wolf submitting to his baser instincts?”
Louis pats Legosi’s chest with a smirk. “I can assure you, the only thing Legosi submits to is me.”