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This big baby is 6 today what the heck
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Can you possibly tell me, an ignorant fool, how badly Dew wants to be rubbing his face all over it?
you fucking KNOW i can
Dew knows he's staring.
Hell, how could he not be?
He can't imagine what caused it in the middle of a ritual, but Aether is definitely chubbed up for all the world to see. Dew can't take his eyes off the thick outline of him as they move to take their final bows. He can smell the other ghoul from here, arousal and adrenaline in equal parts. It's making his mouth water, making his own dick twitch to life against his thigh, and as he watches Aether disappear backstage Dew is helpless but to follow.
The path is narrow and crowded, packed with techs and event staff. Someone says his name but Dew pays it no mind, focused only on the back of Aether's helmet in the distance. He's in a rush and moving quick, but the crush of bodies doesn't allow Dew such ease of movement. He snarls as he's forced to maneuver instead of hurry, moving with single-minded purpose.
Dew feels out of his mind by the time he bangs his way into the dressing room minutes later, hard and leaking into his boxers as he tastes Aether on the air. Aether freezes when Dew enters, but the little ghoul is too busy yanking off his helmet and balaclava to notice. He's panting, eyes wild and fixed on the other ghoul's obvious bulge - Aether has taken off his helmet, jacket and boots, but everything else is still in place.
"Hey Dew," Aether gives the little ghoul a smirk, tracking his gaze downward. "See something you like?"
Dew is across the room before the words are out, dropping to his knees and shoving his face directly into Aether's crotch. He rubs against it like a cat trying to scent, nuzzling the rigid curve of his cock through sweat-damp fabric. Aether's hand lands at the back of his head as Dew takes a deep breath, exhaling with a tight groan. Aether smells like salt and musk and the air during a lightning storm. Intoxicating. He digs bony fingers into meaty thighs as he starts to drool, mouthing over the pronounced ridge of the head.
"Someone's needy tonight," Aether murmurs, but he's already breathing faster. He grips the base of Dew's ponytail while the little ghoul slobbers all over him, soaking his uniform pants as he sucks at the tip through rough denim. "Fuck, Dew," he groans, grinding against that hot mouth, "shit, that's good."
Dew moans as Aether uses his face, working his tongue over the shaft while shaky fingers work to unfasten the other ghoul's pants. He needs to taste him at the source, needs to bathe in that sinful scent until he's saturated in it. Dew yanks Aether's pants and boxers down to his ankles in one quick tug, entranced by the way that thick cock hangs dusky and heavy between his legs. Dew leans back in to press his nose into coarse curls, inhaling slow and deep.
"So good," he huffs, laving at the base. His taste is so much stronger like this, rich and beautifully masculine. He stares up at Aether and finds his eyes blown black and heavy lidded, fangs digging into his lower lip. Dew sits back on his heels, licking his lips as he watches it sway. "So fuckin' good."
Dew spits in his palms and wraps both hands around it - he has to, even his long fingers don't meet around Aether's girth. Aether moans deep in his chest when Dew leans in to stretch his lips around the fat head, lapping at the already sticky slit.
"Your fucking mouth," Aether bites out, hissing as Dew licks at the underside, hands working what he isn't sucking. He bobs his head fast and shallow, and Dew immediately loses himself in the stream of filth flowing from Aether's normally kind lips. He's so fucking hard, throbbing with every pass of Dew's tongue. "Suck it, suck it, just like that, fuck Dew."
Dew moans around him as a spurt of pre coats his tongue, and Aether catches himself on the little ghoul's shoulders when his knees threaten to buckle. His thighs are already starting to tremble, and it's painfully apparent that Aether needs this as badly as he does. His own cock presses firm against his zipper, and Dew sacrifices his two-handed grip to relieve the pressure there. He's slick in his own hand, hot and pulsing in time with his racing heart.
"Can't help yourself, huh?" Aether's shaky words have Dew glancing up as he hollows his cheeks, and the noise the other ghoul makes when their eyes meet has him shuddering. "You look so good like that," Aether breathes, starting to give shallow thrusts that have Dew's eyes rolling back in his head. "Stuffed full of me with a hand on that hard little dick." Dew can tell he's fighting to keep composure, and the desperation undercutting the words is enough to ratchet him closer.
He's determined not to fall apart first, but Aether's taste is so strong on his tongue, so stuck in his nose, that Dew can't help but want more. He moves his other hand to fondle Aether's balls, breathing steady through his nose as he sinks down the length of him. Aether chokes out a wonderfully pained sound as Dew takes him in, not stopping until his nose is pressed into the softness of the other ghoul's belly. Aether's hands grip tighter at the little ghoul's shoulders when Dew swallows.
Aether says something, but Dew misses it. He's too caught up in breathing in that heady scent, in the way Aether fills his mouth and senses so completely. Utterly lost in the way his jaw is already starting to get sore with the stretch and the wet sound of his hand flying over his own aching cock. It's so good, too good, and when Aether grips his ponytail and pulls out of his mouth with a wet pop Dew whimpers.
"Give it back," he whines, trying to chase, but Aether is already hauling him to his feet. Shoving him back against the wall. Dew opens his mouth to protest further, but then Aether is crushing their lips together and the words die in his throat.
It's a filthy kiss, all fangs and tongues and rasping moans. Aether tastes incredible - like sweat, menthol and grease paint. He brackets Dew with one arm, the other reaching down to bat Dew's hand away from where he's still abusing himself. Aether presses closer, grinds his spit-slick length against Dew's own cock until the little ghoul is gasping into his mouth. Aether takes them both in one large hand and Dew lets his head thud back against the wall, fists white-knuckled in Aether's shirt.
"Aeth- Aeth, fuck," he pants, letting out a reedy whimper when Aether latches on to his throat, sucking at sensitive skin. Dew cries out when those rough fingers twist over their heads. Aether huffs against him.
"What's gotten into you tonight, firefly?" The words are spoken between passes of Aether's tongue over his throat. His voice is thready and affected, shooting straight down Dew's spine.
"You were the one that - oh shit, fuck - that got hard on stage," he spits, gasping when Aether's hand speeds up. He bucks up into each stroke, the drag of his dick against Aether's rigid shaft impossible to resist. "What, you get flashed or somethin'?" To his surprise, Aether lets out a soft chuckle. He follows it with a nip to Dew's earlobe that has him shivering. "Seriously? Must've been some - ah - nice tits."
"They were," Aether huffs, "but it wasn't the tits." Dew feels the way Aether throbs against him as the other ghoul moves to press their foreheads together.
"No?" Dew flicks his tongue at Aether's lip, just barely grazing it. He can feel how close they both are. "Then what?" Dew can't stop the snap of his hips into the other ghoul's skilled hand. Even still, he wishes his face was buried in Aether's crotch for this. At least he does until Aether's lips drift over his as he says,
"She had your rings."
It hits Dew like a bus, Aether swallowing down his choked cries of shocked pleasure. Dew's whole body spasms as he shoots hard and heavy over Aether's cock and fingers, his shoulders curling and stomach clenching with each stab of sensation. Aether is right behind him, strokes lubed by Dew's mess as he spills in thick ropes over the both of them with a low growl. He milks them until they both start twitching, catching Dew in a much more languid kiss.
"Did you really get that fucked up over nipple piercings that weren't even mine?" Dew chuckles through the words as they come down, still pleasantly floaty. Aether snorts out a laugh, pulling back to fix him with a raised eyebrow.
"Did you really almost cream your jeans just from smelling me?" Dew rolls his eyes, but he can feel his ears going pink. Aether laughs again. "That's what I thought."
The other ghoul pecks him on the cheek before stepping back. He steps out of his pants and picks up his boxers, using them to wipe up the mess on his hand and both of their still-sensitive lengths. Dew hisses as he tucks himself away, but he can't take his eyes off those boxers. He can smell them from here. He misses Aether's knowing smirk.
"You're drooling," he comments, and Dew jolts. He meets the other ghoul's amused gaze, Aether reaching out to grip his jaw. "Let me help with that."
Aether shoves his dirty boxers into Dew's open mouth, and the little ghoul is hit by of wave of that scent so intense that his legs go out from under him. He stares up at Aether from his new place on the floor, head spinning and dick already filling back out. The other ghoul grins.
"Gonna gag you with those later," he says with a wink. "I think you've earned it."
Dew nods. He thinks so too.
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Scent Match - Part 7
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Summary: When Amber Dyer decided to attend a Creator Con, she never expected to run into Of Wolf and Blood lycan hearthrob, Augustine Prime.
But, there he was, stooping over her table, asking to buy the unflattering drawing of his character. Valuing integrity over taking money from a celebrity and running (though she was sorely tempted,) Amber finishes the sketch and delivers it to Augustine.
However, he continues to doggedly pursue her and entwine their lives.
All because of her scent.
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It was a miracle that Augustine managed to retain some sense of presence during dinner after reading Amber’s first - and as of yet only - text to him. While sitting at her table in Artist's Alley, he had badgered her all day for her contact information, but she had completely refused. She had said they wouldn’t need to text and if he needed to contact her, her business email was on her business card.
And yet she had texted him. Simple and straightforward, but the short message lodged itself in his chest and made Augustine’s heart race with delight.
Hi. It’s Amber Dyer. Text me when you’re done with your date.
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When the charity date ended near eleven that night. Augustine rushed back to his hotel room and freshened up a little as he replied to Amber. Twenty minutes after he responded to her text, he showed her into his suite. He watched as she surveyed his room, though he couldn’t possibly guess what else she had to look at. She had scrutinized so much on her first visit. 
Impatience and excitement lit across Augustine's nerves, but he kept his fidgeting under control thanks to decades of practice. He edged a little closer to her as she dawdled near the wall of glass that led to the balcony. Gently, as if he were talking to a skittish creature - and in a way he was - Augustine asked, “I take it you’ve decided on your answer?”
As he spoke, Amber had to stifle her body’s jerk to attention.
“Not quite,” she replied, not turning toward him as she ventured further in. She peeked into the areas of his suite she hadn’t yet meandered into, though her attention wasn’t so much on her surroundings. Well, other than thinking about how dark it was compared to her last visit. Last time, the lights were on and the sun was streaming in. This time, light pollution from outside and the few lights on inside made for a strange ambience that made her heart thrum.
There was a hyper-awareness of his eyes on her and how he trailed behind her at a polite, but curious, distance.
It didn’t help her skittering heart that, unlike every other time she had met Augustine, Amber currently wore a dress. It was a solid dark blue skater style dress. Nothing any one of any caliber should really notice. But the way Augustine's eyes followed, glanced down her body, made Amber fear the fashion choice was too much. Too uncharacteristic of her.
She wasn't wrong. Augustine had definitely noticed and greatly enjoyed the view of her legs, the expanse of new skin to view. The desire to see more ached through him. Clamping down against the whim, he tried to keep his tone conversational, “Really? You haven’t decided yet?”
Despite his best efforts to be gentle, Amber stopped suddenly and stood rigid. Worries she would leave cropped up in his thoughts as he watched her eyes flutter shut, her chest expand with a deep quiet breath.
“Look, you having this charity date thing just made me think a lot and I started to think what I would want out of a… a…” Amber trailed off, not ready to vocalize the word.
The longer she rambled, the brighter Augustine's grin grew. “Husband.” 
Amber turned sharply to Augustine, a frustrated expression on her face as her lips pressed thin. “A relationship with a celebrity.” 
Well, that was heartening. She was considering indulging his proposal. She was setting verbal boundaries and he had to respect that, though. “And have you figured out what you want?”
“Well, no.” She sighed, edging toward the sofa while maintaining that distance between herself and Augustine. It would help if she knew what he expected of this whole thing. Casting him a look, Amber toed into the depths of hypothetical agreement with him. “What do you expect of this?” 
“I don’t know. I’d like you to come live with me in California and come with me when I film.” He gave a single shoulder shrug, having not thought of married life beyond simply being able to have Amber around him frequently. “But I’d get it if you didn’t want to.” 
She didn’t look at him as she trailed a hand along the back of the sofa, occasionally stopping to pick at the textured fabric. “Is it, like, different locations or a set?” 
“Depends on what scene is being filmed.” He continued after her, trying not to feel like a wolf stalking prey nor a puppy at the heels of a mistress. “Either way, I just want to spend time with you.” 
Though it was weak, Amber hedged around a potential issue. “I need to get a passport if we’re going out of the country.” 
“Easy enough.” His grin twitched, a shoulder lifting in a shrug. 
Everything always felt so easy with him, Amber realized. Nothing was an obstacle, everything could be taken in stride. It made something in her flinch. As if he was just trying to fool her. There had to be something that would make him realize she was more of a pain than a needed desire. 
Turning to him, Amber eyed Augustine critically and crossed her arms. “And what if I didn’t want to uproot my life?” 
To his credit, Augustine stopped and actually seemed to consider her point. He rubbed at his bristling chin - freshly shaved before the date - and hummed before answering. “I guess I’ll just fly in to see you every night.”
Almost at once, Amber averted her gaze from him as her fingers fidgeted with each other. His extravagant answer didn’t surprise her. While considering these questions earlier, when alone, she was pretty sure that would be his answer. ‘I’ll just fly in every night’ like it was so simple, as if it was something anyone could do, hah! That wasn’t even taking into account weather or the infeasibility of flying to her daily!
There was still one facet she wanted to nudge at, but the words were getting stuck in her throat.
Why was this so hard? It seemed like a perfectly reasonable thought when she was alone. Regardless, she found herself not looking directly at him as she babbled, “I know we can at least carry a conversation after you sitting in on my table all morning, but I thought, if I’d be stuck with you for extended periods of time, we should see if we’re even compatible. In other ways.”
Augustine blinked, his brain not piecing two and two together. His eyebrows dipped as he mentally flipped through what she could mean. “Compatible? Like astrology or-” 
Amber made a strangled sound - both amused and mortified - as she shook her head. “No, not astrology. Like intimately.”
He narrowed his eyes, trying to parse what she could mean. Compatible? The way she was fidgeting under his gaze, the flush on her cheeks, it said this was something else other than tenuously consulting the stars or filling out a questionnaire. Comprehension dawned on him and his grin slowly grew as he approached her.
Her eyes darted to his face as he leaned over her, bracing his forearm against the wall she had unintentionally backed herself into. Or maybe it had been intentional, Amber briefly thought, as her eyes traced over Augustine’s mouth. At least the entry point of the kitchen and formal dining are was close. If she had to, she could slide into it and regain some distance.
She didn’t get a chance to consider indulging in the escape plan as his toothy smile took on a little more wolfishness and sent prickles down her skin. 
“Not jealous, huh?” He chuckled, leaning further down. Amusement flickered through him at the thought of her being even the slightest bit possessive of him. GIven how their interactions so far had happened, he hadn’t anticipated that. The thought drew him all the closer to her, inhaling her scent that piqued delight and other indescribable sensations with him.
At the same time, he Intentionally gave Amber an escape route, so she could regain the distance if she so chose. Of course, part of him was also aware that the escape would put her closer to his bedroom, his ‘den’ if he was thinking about it through an instinctive lens. Augustine shoved the thought to the back of his mind. 
“I wasn’t jealous!” Heat scraped over her cheeks as she turned wide eyes to his gaze. 
She really wasn’t. Not really. What he did with someone else didn’t bother her. But knowing he was on a date with someone else, someone who might enthrall him more than herself, did solidify how brief of a chance she had to entirely enjoy this situation. It wasn't every day you got private time with an A-list celebrity that seemed decent enough and was enamored with you.
Even if there was a wavering thread of apprehension in her chest, she should make the most of the situation like any other person . Right? Amber took a deep breath, attempting to steady her shuddering heart as she planted her palm on his chest, shoving him back a little. “Anyway, like I said. Compatibility.” 
Augustine’s attention flicked to her hand, where she still touched him. More of those indescribable sensations swirled in him as she stared at her splayed fingers. “How do we figure that out?” 
“I’ve never been with a lycan.” Noting his stare where they connected, and feeling a jolt of heat dart down her arm, Amber jerked back. Amazingly, her voice managed to remain calm and conversational, though her hands started gesticulating nervously. “I don’t know what to expect. Hypothetically.” 
“Oh! Well, in my human form, it’s about what you’d expect. The in-betweens can vary, depending on which bits and bobs I want to keep.” Augustine perked up, that smile still on his lips as he info-dumped. It wasn’t uncommon that non-lycans had questions, especially since Augustine had refined his ability to shift in ways other lycans had not. “And my full-lycan form is obviously furrier, a bit bulkier and some added bells and whistles.” 
Amber hadn’t utilized the escape route, but she couldn’t look Augustine in the eye. “A knot?” 
“Yes, a knot is a feature. And claws and sharper teeth.” Augustine couldn’t help the way his smile tilted a little teasingly at the edges. A knot was a feature many non-lycans hinged on when considering intimacy with a werewolf. However, Augustine had an added layer that not many of his kind possessed. “And my hellhound form is basically like my lycan but with this, like, skull mask and horns and my eyes go red. Fur gets darker and I’ve been told I’m hellishly hotter too.” 
“I see.” Amber swallowed, trying to convince herself the heat swarming her was thanks to Augustine’s body heat being so close. Not excitement or embarrassment or anything else. This was an informative chat, giving her perspective!
Tilting his head, Augustine shifted and pushed himself back a little. A soberness softened the cheek from his features as he stared down at Amber. “Is any of that a problem for you?” 
“N-no!” Hearing something like uncertainty in his tone, Amber’s attention shot to his face. A pang shot through her at his expression. She held up her hands, as if she could physically stop him from jumping to conclusions. “I just want to know what exactly to expect.”
A grin split across his momentary seriousness. He loomed over her again, unaware of the fact as they made their way through the dining area. “So, how were you hoping to determine compatibility? A demonstration?”
Heat flared through her and Amber decided to call it irritation, though part of her knew that wasn’t true. Old assumptions concerning his motives crept back into her thoughts. Amber’s back pressed flush to the wall as she cast Augustine a wary look. “What do you mean by that?” 
Augustine gave a careless shrug as he said the first thing that came to mind, “I don’t know. I could get naked and shift and you could touch me however you want? Get you more comfortable with my forms?” 
Before Amber could school her expression, her eyes narrowed and her lips twisted into a critical frown. She slipped toward freedom, taking a step back into the dining room. 
“Just because I'd be naked and you’d be touching me doesn’t mean I’d expect anything. This is completely to make you comfortable with me,” Augustine chuckled, shaking his head. 
Amber’s expression didn’t budge an inch. Could she believe he actually expected that scenario? To strip naked and let her touch him and nothing would happen. It would certainly be a way to judge his intentions with her, she supposed. And she still couldn’t shake that itch of curiosity.
With eyes still narrowed, Amber crossed her arms and called his potential bluff. “Fine, if you expect nothing from me, then go ahead and strip.” 
Her critical expression didn’t seem to faze Augustine’s smile. He gave a light nod across the dining area, to where Amber had yet to venture. “Can we go to the bedroom? Unless you want to get handsy right here.”
Buying time, Amber cast a look around. Between the darkened dining room and kitchen - stray ambient lighting glinting off citures - and her own internal focus elsewhere, she didn’t really notice much. Vaguely, she caught sight of the table and chairs, roomier than any other hotel room she had been in. From the kitchen, steel caught what little light there was and, even from the distance, she caught the scent of lemon cleaning spray. Likely, he had a whole contingent of cleaning staff to keep his rooms spic and span.
More prominent in her thoughts, however, was the direction the two of them were heading. Her arms crossed tighter across her chest, fingers digging into her arms. The fact he was so willing to get naked and let her touch him felt strange. But had Augustine Prime been anything but strange since they met? 
Despite herself, she glanced sidelong at him. He leaned in the threshold between the living area and dining room, watching her quietly. A faint smile tilted at his lips and no hint of agitation or impatience creased his features.
That same sense of calm, of everything being alright, settled over Amber. Underneath that odd sense of serenity, a worry crept through her. How did he make her feel so soothed? Before she could think on it further, Amber heard herself mumble, “I suppose your room will be fine.” 
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sadberrystuff · 5 months
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TPP S5 E9 SPOILERS
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simptasia · 9 days
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reminder that dominic monaghan is exceptionally nice smelling
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yinyinggie · 8 months
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the inherent beauty of being alive! there is much to be thankful for
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wingsofhcpe · 21 days
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unironically love stepping out into the balcony on Tsiknopempti and just sniffing the air like a curious cat to take in the ✨️tsikna✨️
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todayisafridaynight · 2 months
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DRAGON YEAR
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Murder, She Wrote (TV Series) - S11/E12 ’The Scent of Murder’ (1995) William Windom as Dr. Seth Hazlitt
William Windom could have caught a dick right here.
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Sweet Tooth by Sabrina Carpenter 🤍
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alltheteasstuff · 1 year
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Is Ariana Grandes new perfumes a flop or hit?
Ariana Grande has released an advent callender which contains 2 brand new perfumes called Mod blush and Mod vannila. The offical notes for the scent have not been said yet as the perfume in the advent callender is just a tease.
The bottle of these perfumes are inspired by the visual effects used in the "positions" music video. Though the bottle are unusual and definitly unique your have to admit they are quite cute. The name "mod" is inspired by Ariana's aesthetic put throughout her 6th studio album.
Mod vanilla is a sweet vanilla scent which people say smells very similar to Cloud also by Ariana. The perfume has a very creamy and sweet scent and alot have said it smells like marshmallows.
Mod blush is a very fruity or flowery scent. This perfume is a very femine scent and alot of people say this is theres favourite out of the 2 perfumes.
The perfumes were given a release date by Ariana in an Ulta beauty advert on November 20th. They are set to be released in December.
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what-marsha-eats · 11 months
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Actress Ana de Armas on Scent
From the Web site The Cut
My first scent memory: My mom’s scent. She smells like … it’s hard to describe. Maybe coffee and milk in the morning? Something sweet.
Friendship smells like: A movie theater and popcorn. I usually go with friends, and we get our popcorn, sit through the movie, and then talk about it.
My home smells like: I like sweet smells and sweet drinks. I make my coffee with condensed milk.
The last thing I smell before I go to bed: I have this Sleepytime tea that’s lavender and chamomile.
Regret smells like: Anise. I don’t like regret, so I’m going to go with anise because it’s gross.
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eruden-writes · 10 months
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Scent Match - Part 8 (Augustine + Amber)
Summary: When Amber Dyer decided to attend a Creator Con, she never expected to run into Of Wolf and Blood lycan heartthrob, Augustine Prime.
But, there he was, stooping over her table, asking to buy the unflattering drawing of his character. Valuing integrity over taking money from a celebrity and running (though she was sorely tempted,) Amber finishes the sketch and delivers it to Augustine.
However, he continues to doggedly pursue her and entwine their lives.
All because of her scent.
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Quietly, the two headed to Augustine’s bedroom. Amber noted he hadn’t even bothered to turn off any lights, but that could have been excitement making him careless. If he even wanted her, she thought. Glancing sidelong at the man, he seemed rather calm. As if this occurrence wasn’t actually some long desired outcome.
In reality, elated prickles danced along his back and through his skin. It was only thanks to years of acting that Augustine didn’t grab Amber and drag her back into the bedroom. He actively fought his imagination as other images of tossing her directly onto his bed, climbing over her, letting his mouth taste her threatened to break his cool exterior.
As they made it into his room, Augustine barely kept from looking back at Amber to see how her watchful eyes took in the area as he turned on the light. The elegant navy blue and heather grey decor wasn’t really his own taste. It was meant to be pleasing and lush, while equally being easy to clean between guests.
The colorations were the last thing on Amber’s mind, however. No amount of preparation could have steeled her against a hotel bedroom. It was so surreal. Another full wall of windows that led to another balcony. Curtains open, overlooking the city skyline and the streets below as the night sky spilled overhead. As she walked further in, her shoes sunk into the soft carpet. Thicker than even what she had at home.
Her eyes gleaned over the bed, noting its size, but anxiety had her turning her attention elsewhere. A full-sized dresser with a large mirror sat near a plump cushy chair. With doors cracked open, Amber also noticed a walk-in closet and an en suite bathroom. There was evidence of Augustine’s stay, as well. Previously worn clothes, a pile of business cards on the bedside table, a book beneath the lamp, an empty soda bottle. Not exactly a mess, but certainly not pristine.
“Should I add a little zhuzh to the show?” Augustine winked as Amber turned a curious look to him. She realized she hadn't even noticed his clothing earlier. Augustine had already slid off his suit jacket, draping it atop the dresser, leaving his button-up and trousers on. for the moment. His hands were poised at the neck of his shirt, fingering the buttons teasingly.
Briefly, Amber Wondered exactly how he thought to zhuzh up his strip show. Probably with theatrics and gyration.
“Only if you want me laughing the entire time.” At Augustine’s curious sound, Amber elaborated with a helpless shrug, “I’ve had partners in the past try to sexily strip for me. It just makes me giggle. I don't know.”
“Well, thank you for telling me and saving my ego.” Augustine chuckled and gave a nod as he pulled his shirt up and over his head. Like the jacket, he laid it atop the dresser and kicked off his shoes and socks. All the while, he felt Amber’s eyes watching him, waiting for the last articles of clothing to drop. He could antagonize her a little, he knew. If he waited to divest himself of his trousers, he could force her to ask or initiate the last bit of stripping.
“Don’t make me regret being nice," she mumbled, shooting him a warning look while trying not to stare as he disrobed. But it was hard not to. The contours  and planes of his body drew the eye, making Amber think of all those masterfully chiseled statues in art museums. Her hand raised, but stopped short of touching him. “So, I should just touch you?”
“Yep, however and wherever you want. I’m pretty sturdy.” He thumped himself on his bare chest in demonstration. “Just, with you touching me, some things might, ah, rise to attention. Y’know?”
Amber raised a hand again, but it paused as she tilted her gaze back to his face. "Are you seriously okay with this?”
“Most definitely. I want you to want to marry me, so anything that’ll ease your worries is something I want to do.” Augustine gave a nod, exemplifying his own agreement to the circumstances. When his nodding paused, his expression turned curious. “Although, I’m kinda surprised you jumped to this instead of dates.”
Amber remained silent. She didn’t actually believe he’d want to go on any dates, if she was being honest. Amber was still fairly certain once the weekend was over, that was it. Sure, Augustine had given her his contact information and she’d even spoken to his manager, but once they were apart, that was it. It would be so easy for him to pretend it never happened.
“You can still back out of this at any time, Mr. Prime,” she answered softly as she reached out and brushed her palm gingerly down his chest.
His body heat bled from him, through Amber’s hand, and up her arm. From the edge of her vision, she watched Augustine tense and saw how his gaze intensely followed her hand as it skimmed down his torso. Absentminded, her fingers followed the edge of his chest hair, down over his abdomen. “And I know so many people would jump at the chance to marry you. Hell, so many would jump at getting you into bed.”
Before Augustine could ask her where she was going, Amber finished softly, “So I just… I don’t know why I have so much trouble with the thought.”
“What?” He still couldn’t follow her words or reasoning. Especially with her fingers touching him so lightly. Part of him wanted to grasp her by the wrist and press her palm flush to his chest, just to feel more of her.
“Other people can just jump into bed with strangers without thinking about it. It’s so easy for them. I guess I’m kinda using this as an opportunity to figure out what's-" Wrong with me. "-different about me."
Something in her scent turned sour, Sad. He didn't like that. He really didn’t like that if he was related to the cause.
Before he could even consider if it'd be a good move, Augustine carefully caught Amber by her wrist. When she turned a questioning look to him, his other hand gently cupped the side of her face. "I like the way you are, Amber. Don't push yourself if you don't want to."
The moment was getting too tender. This was supposed to be dirty and quick. Amber had been fully prepared to be rejected or even coolly let go after they did whatever she had the nerve to do. She wasn't prepared for this. The warm expression in his eyes, his palm softly on her cheek, her own heart traitorously thrumming.
“You’re surprisingly hairy." Amber dragged her attention from him, cheeks burning. She needed a distraction from the moment. “I thought Follywood types waxed everything.”
Augustine let his hand slip from her cheek as she turned her face subtly away. He shook off his disappointment with a shrug and a half-laugh, “Hard to wax when you’re prone to growing patches of hair or fur when excited.”
Amber hummed noncommittally, not ready to address his admission at being excited. “How was the charity date?”
“It was fine. A married couple won me.” He watched Amber as she fiddled with his trouser button and zipper. With her face turned away from his line of sight, she obviously cuy trying to gain some emotional distance. Or maybe she was embarrassed with how red her cheeks had grown.
Taking her time with fasteners, if only to disguise her trembling fingers, Amber continued, “What were they like?”
“Nice enough. One of them, Asher, owns a bookstore in Portland and their spouse, Trin, does IT for some big company. We chatted about the series, both books and the show, and they tried to get information about the new season from me.” Augustine let the words amble over his lips as he watched Amber. She succeeded in loosening his trousers, letting them fall.
Her refusal to look at him shifted away from shame and toward attentive curiosity. The outline of his dick beneath the fabric of his boxer briefs teased at her thoughts. With as tightly his excitement strained at the material, she didn’t need much imagination to figure out his girth and length. However, she still couldn’t bring herself to touch him there. No, her hands dawdled at his thighs, teasing the wisps of hair - slowly becoming thicker - that dotted his legs.
Frustrated with the lack of touch and the lack of Amber looking at him, Augustine narrowed his eyes, deciding to prod at her. “They were both pretty flirty too.”
Without thinking, Amber firmly palmed at his erection as she rolled her eyes. “I’m not going to get jealous.”
He couldn't stop the roguish grin that split his lips, hips rising to meet her palm. “Obviously. You’re the one here with your hand on my dick and not them.”
Both the heat and hardness in her hand brought a flush to Amber’s face. She couldn’t very well pull away, though. Especially not with his damned smug grin on his face.
Forcing her actions to be fluid and smooth, she kneaded at him through the fabric. “Why didn’t you end the night with them? Sounds like they’d have been down for it.”
Though firmer, her touch still wasn’t enough for him. The craving for more scraped along his insides. He barely stopped himself from grinding against her touch, silently begging for more. “They weren’t you, Amber.”
“You say that so easily, but I guess you’ve probably had tons of relationships and, like, bacchanal-level orgies, huh?” Amber found herself rolling her eyes, yet again, as her tone inched toward sarcastic. It was easier to grasp onto her image of him than admit his words had any effect on her.
Likewise, it was easier just to let her hands move than to think about what she was doing. Unthinking instincts guided her actions. Her thumbs hooked into the waistband of his boxer briefs, yanking them down. His cock bounced out eagerly, bobbing under her gaze. Veins strained under the skin, complexion dark and ruddy compared to the rest of him.
On a conscious-level, Amber absolutely ignored her curious thought of his taste or how her mouth watered in preparation. Even as she knelt before him, hands braced on his hips, her cognitive dissonance kept her mouth running. “Missing out on a potential threesome isn't such a bummer for you.”
“Mhmn…” Sharp excitement sliced through Augustine as Amber lowered to her knees, her breath ghosting over his member with the closer proximity. Involuntarily, his cock flexed, an ache burning for more attention.
“Oh my gods, you have.” Finally, she turned her gaze to his face again. She’d see how full his beard had grown, how thick the hair on his chest and arms had become in such a short amount of time.
Something in his stomach flipped, seeing surprise and a hint of curiosity swimming in her eyes. Excitement lurched further as she - seemingly absentmindedly - dragged her parted lips against the side of his shaft, her hand stroking the neglected side.
“There’s been some.” He shrugged, throat tightening as he silently choked down a groan. Despite his restraint, his body was too tempted by the heat of her mouth and leaned toward her. He wanted to do more. So. Much. More. “They’re not my favorite thing. They’re pretty smelly with all those sweaty bodies.”
She could imagine Augustine, an obnoxious enrobed Dionysus-Adonis hybrid with a crowd of people flocking to him as he lazily drank a decanter of wine with a smug grin. Heat flared down Amber imagining the sight. Suddenly, she also realized what exactly her mouth was doing as his dick throbbed against her lips.
Masking her shame, Amber pulled away from Augustine, sitting back on her heels. Craning her neck to look up at him, once more very aware of their size difference, she clamped down on her fluttering heart.
A flicker of disappointment passed his features at her sudden distance, but it quickly upended at her words. “Alright, I’m done with this form. It’s pretty basic. Shift.”
Giving an unimpressed wave of her hand, she waited for Augustine to comply or refuse.
The bright smile gave away his answer as he straightened from a slight slouch. “Yes, ma’am.”
Augustine didn’t even take a step back before focusing on the change. Amber watched as his hair thickened - creeping along his entire body in a ripple - into a pelt of fur the same color as Augustine’s regular hair color. The previously pointed ears grew larger, extending the curvature of his jaw until they angled near the crest of his head. His nose and jaw elongated, becoming something between a wolf’s snout and a human’s face. Similar growth happened to his feet and hands, she realized, as a toe claw nudged against her knee. She swallowed, dutifully trying to ignore the images that tickled her thoughts at the size of Augustine’s hands. He was certainly more canine than she’d seen of him in-person, so far.
She let herself glean over his entire body, though she did keep his dick in her peripheral. Already hard, his member appeared to grow larger, likely in proportion to his own everything getting bigger, and turned from ruddy to bright red. Even the head narrowed at the tip, flaring a little before the shaft to take a more arrowhead-esque appearance.
Again, stray thoughts bombarded Amber's head. How did he taste? How hot and solid would his cock feel on her tongue? Or better yet, inside her? Amber's insides clenched at the idea and she abruptly remembered she wore a dress thanks to imaginative 'easy access' scenarios blooming in her mind.
In this form, Amber’s scent became fuller-bodied in his nose, weighing down on his tongue. His very tastebuds buzzed. It made Augustine want to drag his tongue along every inch of Amber, taste her fully and completely.
"You're very large." She critically eyed Augustine, trying to determine just how much bigger he had grown. Though his fur made him appear larger than he was, she thought.
"Thank you."
It took Amber a beat to realize why Augustine sounded so delighted and smug. He thought she was talking about his cock! A blush seared over her face as she glared up at him. "That's not what I meant!"
Amber's glower only made Augustine's grin grow. "It's ok. I know I pack an … intimidating package."
She didn't know what prompted her retaliation. Maybe her curiosity just won out. Maybe she wanted to knock that smirk off Augustine's lips. Either way, Amber found her hand wrapping and the base of his cock, beneath the bulbous knot. With little preamble, she took him in her mouth. Under her tongue, Augustine tensed, surprised by the sudden tactic.
Closing her eyes, Amber focused on taking more and more of his dick with every bob of her head. She listened as his breathing hitched, heard how his clawed toes dug into the carpet, felt how his muscles twitched and tightened. She even thought she could feel a breeze from a wagging tail, but that may have been ham imagination.
Each reaction ignited a long forgotten feeling. Something she rarely felt herself. Smugness.
It wasn't until her lips met his pubus, thick fur tickling her nose, that Amber stilled and peered up at Augustine. Against her tongue, his member weighed heavy and hot. She held back a smile as his cock twitched excitedly when their eyes met.
"Fuck, Amber," Augustine gasped, gold eyes wide and wolf ears pricked forward. She had him entirely buried in her mouth, her throat. A challenging glint in her eyes as she stared up at him. Amber's expression and the very sight of her looking so confident made his heart pound. He had to focus to not let his tongue loll out of his maw in an obscene pant. "That's… You're impressive."
"Or maybe you're not as intimidating as you think," she returned after she eased off him, wearing a pointed expression. Amber forced herself to not stare at his now slickened, shiny red member still bobbling for her attention.
"Point made," he chuckled, now realizing how tight his hands balled into fists. It had been that or grabbing Amber by the head, threading clawed fingers through her hair as his hips worked against that talented mouth. Even just thinking it made his arousal jolt. He needed to find something else to grip onto lest he forget himself. "Can we move over to the bed?"
She shot a dubious look to the king-sized bed. He was about to assure her that it didn’t mean he had expectations, he just needed something to grab onto that wasn’t her head or hair or… well, her. Amber cut him off before he could even soothe her worries. "Alright, but there's no guarantee we'll fuck, got it? I'm getting comfortable with you. That's it."
Hypocrisy tilted through her mind, knowing full well her words clashed against the fact she had his dick in her mouth moments earlier. Whatever. Her boundaries could ebb and flow.
When Amber got to her feet, Augustine backed away to the bed, flopping back on his elbows once the back of his legs hit the mattress. As the bed creaked under his sudden weight, he offered up a grin to Amber. "I'm just happy with whatever you want to do."
Approaching him, Amber rolled her eyes at his words. A small part of her echoed how strange it was that she felt so comfortable around him, a veritable stranger. A different part of her - more curious to see how this all would end - focused more on exploring him again.
Ignoring Augustine’s splayed legs, Amber leaned over him with one hand going to the ruff of fur around his neck. As her hand sunk into the dense fur, she gave him an experimental scratch.
Unprepared for the new turn of events, a strangled sound left Augustine as Amber’s other hand drew to his ear. His eyes fluttered shut, leaning his ear into her touch. Heat churned inside him as his head nuzzled into her touch, an indecent whine leaving his throat.
The reaction tickled Amber’s senses. In that moment, her suspicions eased, seeing him openly tilting toward her attentions with a genuine need. It was still ridiculous, all the same. But it was genuine ridiculousness, she realized.
It was her amused snort that made Augustine’s eyes crack back open. His clawed fingers dug into the blanket beneath him as realization struck. In his efforts to get more touch on his ear, he had unwittingly bared his throat to her. A mark of extreme vulnerability among lycans. Though Augustine doubted that’s what held her attention.
No, Amber had her head tilted to the side and a considering smile on her lips. The warmth in her eyes nearly struck the air from Augustine’s lungs, having not been subjected to such a tender look from her before. He held his breath, too afraid to break whatever spell she had woven.
Something in Augustine’s expression shocked Amber out of her momentary affection. Painfully aware of the gentleness in the air, she tore her gaze from his face. She needed a distraction. As her attention fell, it caught onto his red arousal. That would be distraction enough.
Amber’s hands trailed down Augustine’s front, carding through the shorter fur that spread down his torso as she lowered herself to the floor between his legs. He was still under her touch, his eyes watching her hands travel further southward.
Then her caresses bypassed the one place he was most eager to feel her touch. Augustine only barely swallowed down a frustrated whine as her fingers worked through the thicker fur of his legs, down to his ankles before beginning to traverse back upward. The return trek, however, was remarkably slow. Slower than before.
“Amber, please, you’re torturing me,” Augustine groaned, head lolling backward. Heat throbbed between his legs, impatient and edging toward painful. All the while, her fingers continued to toy up his legs, fingers digging through the fur to scratch lightly against his skin.
“Am I?” Her tone was too amused to be completely innocent or unaware of what she was doing. Leaning closer to her dick, she puffed warm breaths over his shaft, but didn’t touch him yet.
Augustine gave an affirmative grunt, eyes glued to her.
Her lips quirked into a wry smile, tilting her eyes to Augustine, though she couldn’t see his face at the moment. “I did say this was about me getting comfortable, didn’t I?”
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” She’d probably shirk away with his next words, but he couldn’t help it. He watched her carefully, a lazy grin on his lips, as he said,  “I like you feeling comfortable enough to torment me.”
Amber only gave a momentary pause. Barely a hiccup in her actions as she gathered up her nonchalance. Nosing along his furry thigh, she sighed, “Ah, so you’re a masochist.”
“Only if you want to be a sadis–” A sharp exhale interrupted Augustine’s retort. He groaned, curving forward as Amber’s mouth once more enveloped his cock.
Well, that was one way to silence him, Amber supposed as she slowly inched down his shaft. He tasted heady and salty on her tongue, the throb of his pulse taunted her. Her tongue writhed curved around the underside of his member, flexing against him. With every movement of her lips, every flex of her tongue, Augustine twitched or groaned. Such small movements evoking such grand displays of pleasure.
After one pass downward and back up, she lifted her mouth from him. Though she lingered close enough so her lips would tease his tip as she spoke. “I don’t want a partner that does everything I want. I’ve been in that position and it’s not fun.”
The look in Amber’s eyes was earnest and sincere and serious. Augustine found curiosity rousing in his thoughts, along with a dose of faint anger. Had she meant the unspoken meaning? That someone had forced her to be someone she wasn’t? Or was it just a life experience?
Augustine shelved the thought for the moment. Tonight was about her comfort, her exploration. Not him getting personal answers. If he had his way, there’d be time for that later. He reached for her hair, threading his clawed fingers through her hair gently. Imperceptibly, she leaned into the touch, only the slight pressure of her against his fingers any indication of her movement.
“I’m fine with being a masochist to your sadist, but–” A wolfishness stole across Augustine’s maw as his fingers tightened in her hair and he leaned over her. He gave a tug, experimental and light, enough to get his point across and was rewarded with a surprised, sinful little squeak from Amber. “Turnabout is fair play, Amber. Wouldn’t you agree?”
For a beat, she stared up at Augustine. His mouth full of sharp teeth and eyes that nearly glowed in the dark and razor claws, of which one set was currently lightly grazing her scalp. His slouch over her just made the size difference between them all the more prominent. Shameful excitement thrummed through Amber, burning hotter as his grin broadened toothily.
It was that grin that kicked Amber’s thoughts back into action.
“I suppose that’s true,” she replied airily, her lips still hovering close to his dick. Moving slowly, her hand drew to his knot, fingers coiling around the bulbous bit of anatomy. Augustine’s gaze slid from Amber’s face to her hand, air caught in his lungs. A thrill pulsed through him, throbbing against her touch. He completely forgot about his hold on her hair, fingers falling lax, as she shook him off.
“But I’m pretty sure I still have the upper hand,” Amber added, the corner of her lips tilting in a grin of her own. A bit of wryness crept into her voice as she asked, “Can I keep going now? Or are you going to interrupt me again?”
This was not the Amber he had met in Artist Alley. Her half-lidded gaze and that smile that made it clear she knew she was in control made that clear. Though he thoroughly enjoyed the shy Amber, he was curious to see where this one led. Augustine had a feeling this wasn’t a part of her she showed to just anyone. Or, hell, maybe it was something long-buried.
Either way, excitement crept up his spine, his tail wagging against the bed, as he nodded. “By all means, please continue.”
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