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theweredrifter · 9 days

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Concerned about the pain, instinctively he hugs into their frame, knowing full well he couldn’t wash the soap off the bite any faster than his ove did. Still, as he remains in place, Gabriel was appreciating the time spent with Caspian afterward, content to stand close until water pelted him a bit too directly to the face while his lover’s hair was rinsed through. Letting go, his frame waits for a turn under the shower head, a mused grin curved into the one side. “In more ways than one? Absolutely.” The uplifting jokes helped ease the discomfort, truly loving his partner and mate had a good sense of humor.

Taking turns, the two wash up and converse. “Meetings? Yeah, I mean I’d love that but I wouldn’t ask you too. Your work is a necessary evil.” Lax eyes look to the wound. “I do imagine this might take a toll..” Gabriel second guesses himself;”Perhaps you should. What do you wanna do? Sleep in?” While waiting his turn to rinse, he smacks soapy hands into Caspian’s bottom with a loving coo.

"Just think the marking would play nicely into an art piece, yeah?" He hummed, reaching up to dust his fingers over a few of the puncture wounds, his brow furrowing at the sting of them, but still he examined them. They were pretty deep. Certainly, it was going to be a pain to sleep on them, but if it meant he was properly claimed as Gabriel's mate, he would manage.

At the mention of a ring, Caspian glanced down at Gabe, a bit taken aback by how casual his tone was, chuckling in response. "That right? You got the right mind to tie me down, toots?" He hummed with a smile on his face, shifting closer as his partner took him by the hips. "You sure you wanna be stuck with me for all that time?" He jested, leaning over to steal a kiss from Gabe's lips. "I'm an awful big pain in the ass, toots."

Continuing to chuckle, he stepped away to slide the shower door open and pop on the water so it would start to get warm, running a hand under it to test the temperature. "If you really wanted to be my official little house husband, I'd give it to you in a heartbeat. You know that." He mused, looking back over at his lover. "Gabriel Souza. Sounds pretty nice, right?"

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theweredrifter · 9 days

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Gabriel considered Caspian's response for a short time. "An art piece? Is it not on its own? How often can you say you survived a bite from a werewolf, lover? And, you're not gonna turn into one. I wouldn't like you hiding it under a tattoo." The head shakes, only to stop from the shift in topic.

"Er.. I didn't mean to imply anything. I just meant, the statement would be better, you don't always have your shirt off." As the point is further elaborated, Gabriel grew.. shy, self doubt, low self esteem and low confidence circled to form a knot in the pit of the stomach. He wouldn't dare to think that far ahead, he'd only just begun to adjust to normal civilian life.. at least in the jurisdiction Caspian lived in.

Unsure of what to say without digging himself into a figurative grave, he remains sat, while a kiss is abruptly stolen, causing a blink in surprise with a coy smile. Caspian does not seem to let the subject go, yet it was difficult information to swallow. Taking a few moments to clean up and flush, he eventually crowds in behind his love and presses the side of the face into a right shoulder while arms loosely held at the hips in a lazy hug;"..Mmm.. maybe someday. When I'm a better man, when life isn't what it is.." The tension eases a little bit;"Plus, Caspian Fitzgerald sounds like a mouthful." A small laugh airs.

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theweredrifter · 9 days

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Gabriel blinks slowly as he's caught so quickly, and steadied, Caspian ultimately rising to prevent his fall in the process. There's a delay at the question before a smile lifts to his features, and a chuckle airs through the nose and throat;"I wouldn't call it a shit show, just lovemaking and marking. Just a casual day in the den." There's clear jest as he's guided toward the bathroom unexpectedly. Brows lift, but there's no resistance, feet hurrying to keep from making a mess of himself or getting any on the floor.

It doesn't take him long, while he's told to wait he sits on the toilet, allowing safe reprieve. He sits there, legs limp and lazy, contently zoning out- having no idea what his beloved needed to step out for, the obvious not clicking. Upon return, he glances up from where he sat to look and see the damage he'd inflicted was being examined. "You wanna know something? I don't think it'll infect you. I wasn't shifted. I did get really my head for a bit though... but why a tattoo?"

There's a look of tired curiosity, but then another grin appears;"You don't have to get a tattoo of my name though. That's what rings are for." The rebuttal is gentle, not just with chosen words, but tone as well. Not long after, he's reaching out to place a palm on the hips and rub lovingly, affection in his touch.

Less than eager to release his partner, Caspian again groaned when the other acknowledged that he was very soon going to begin leaking cum onto the sofa, which was a pain in the ass to try and wash out from his experience. He was right, but that didn't make it any less easy to have to relinquish his hold on his lover. So, despite being entirely too comfortable, Cas pulled back his arms, wincing as he'd already forgotten the damage to his shoulder, and sat himself up to let Gabe get himself up.

Gabriel got himself up, and even with his drowsiness, Caspian was quick to react when the man stumbled, getting himself up and catching him by the arms to keep him from toppling over. A soft chuckle left him as he helped his partner get back upright, "Were both quite the shit show, aren't we?" He snickered, pecking the side of Gabe's head before helping guide the other to the master bathroom.

"Wait here." He instructed before meandering back to the kitchen to get himself a glass of orange juice. If he got in the shower without refueling his blood sugar at least a little bit, there was no doubt he would end up passing out on the tile flooring. So he knocked back a full glass before heading back into the bathroom with the other.

Stopping to examine the already black and blue damage to his shoulder, Caspian gave a soft hum of amusement, lightly tracing his fingers along it. "Quite the statement piece. I should get a tattoo around this." He hummed before looking back over to Gabe with a smirk, "Put your name somewhere in there. No mistaking who I belong to then, ay, toots?"

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theweredrifter · 11 days

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--- Taking sometime to just focus on simple replies while my brain power recharges. Putting a hold on instant messages and asks because i can't plot, nor give good story to read with this brain. Also, while not at this moment, I do need to start making verses. Considering a different approach to romantic pairings, but have yet to put it into action. Everything is slow moving at the moment.

Edit: theme is in the works!

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theweredrifter · 12 days

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Gabriel adjusted to lay a bit more flat, pulling the decorative pillow out from his head to set on the floor, and ease the hips to allow for Caspian to pull out easier. The wet suction got a small gasp out of him, but otherwise he's quiet, arms eagerly outstretched for his love. With hot, sweaty skin against his own, the chest heaves.. and falls with a content sigh. He's so content, recovery was just as sweet as the lovemaking in itself. Hands still busy with massaging the lower back in circles.

It appeared Caspian never lost a sense of humor, managing to snicker at him. "You know what i mean.." He crones downward, nuzzling into curly, dark strands. Ironically however, as the two settled, the TV was still on. The remote had never been found before their escapade, so it was able to be looked upon while either man let their body come down from a euphoric high. After a prolonged silence, a smile lifts to his features again. "You will have to get up, or at least let me, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna get your cum on your couch, and you know that stains. Here-" Gently, he's patting Caspian's undamaged arm, while able to feel the warmth stream down the back of his thigh, proceeding to move quickly to the bathroom to clean himself up accordingly.

If he's allowed up he'd topple a little bit, Caspian's strength from before making the legs more unstable than he'd realized. Sputtering a a quick 'oh shit-!' as he reached for the furniture to keep him from collapsing.

"Mm." Caspian sounded in agreeance when those arms were offered up to him, now feeling entirely drained in more ways than one. Retracting his hips, he pulled out from his partner, a chill running down his spine at the motion, though soon enough he adjusted himself so he could lay the weight of his body on top of Gabriel. Instead of taking a dominant role, Cas allowed himself to tuck up in his partner's chest, laying his head beneath Gabe's chin and wrapping his arms around his mid-section.

A grubt of acknowledgment left him as the other staked his claim, "I wasn't yours before, hm?" He snickered beneath his breath, shutting his eyes and allowing his breathing to fall in line with Gabe's, soothed by the sound of his heartbeat.

The more the adrenaline wore off, the more his neck and shoulder ached and throbbed from the fresh wounds inflicted upon them. When he'd regained at least a bit of his strength, he would properly clean and dress them. For now, he wasn't entirely concerned.

At the prospect of a shower, Caspian groaned, knowing fully well the soap was going to burn like a mother fucker against the puncture wounds. It was probably for the best. He was covered in Gabe's semen and both of their sweat, blood, and saliva; you name it, it was on him. But the idea of getting out of his partner's arms when he was comfortable and content was less than ideal. "...can't I just sleep here?" He mumbled, squeezing his arms around the other.

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theweredrifter · 12 days

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Gabriel patiently awaited Caspian's vocal ascertainment to their well being. A tender gaze looking at the man looming above him as their breath and mentality properly oriented. Able to relax into the furniture, it was much easier for the Were to catch his breath, and then a thought occurred to him. While resting, catching his own breath and thinking, he notes the damage. It was bruising already and the flesh had turned several shades of red. It looked like it had hurt, he thought he'd tasted zinc in his mouth...

The shake was a well planned tactic, he was full, and the sheer will with luck, allowed him not to succumb to his beast and consume, again. Brows furrow, and lips press thin with concern- but before he can fret over the damage, Caspian responds with.. a sense of humor. The feelings of love linger, although that remark felt like something within solidified.

"Come here.." Arms outstretch;"Lay on me, pull out if you need too." The washed out complexion reflected what kind of toll a mark had on the human physique, even for someone as healthy and strong as his beloved. He'd only respond the the latter comment once his love was against him, laying on him;"I guess you'll have to keep your shirt on." There's a brief, nasal chuckle then a kiss presses into a sweaty brow. Being chest to chest, the skin feels hot, and sweaty, and albeit mildly uncomfortable, but it is forgone for the sake of comfort and afterglow. With arms embracing however Caspian got comfortable, he'd massage the lower back with his fingers, rubbing in circular motions.

"You're mine, officially now." Gabriel stated out of nowhere, in a soft tone due to their close proximity, and partially due to his beloved's newfound tiredness;"In the werewolf world anyway." A nose nuzzles into his beloved;"You.. wanna shower together in a bit after you gather your wits?" A grin appears, able to feel some level of amusement the more he's feeling at ease that everything was okay.

At first, it seemed like a burst of overstimulation, a climax, and all too many other sensations flooding Gabe's senses at once. Yet, his lover did not yet pull their safe word or gesture, something that Caspian forced himself to reassess every so often, making sure he wasn't missing any cues. His head was swirling as his eyes began to glaze over with the overwhelming pleasure proffered to him by Gabriel's body. A blessing, truly. To be trusted to be so close, he considered. It made the moment all that more impactful.

And yet there was still so much unknown between them.

Barely enough time to blink in reaction, Gabriel's form lurched forward and engulfed his body close, tight, restricting his movement, cutting off his escape. All he has witnessed was the sparkle of those coppery hues and the flash of bared canines before that bear trap jaw hinged down on his neck and shoulder. Caspian's body wavered, his face contorted, a bellow escaping his lungs in shock and immediate pain, his vision hazy for a moment as the rapid trauma caused his blood to flee from his head.

The hand previously on the couch gripped at the back of Gabriel's head, teeth sinking further into his flesh until the cold trickle of his own sanguine across its surface could be felt. And as the initial panic melted away, soon came bliss, endorphins working triple time, his breath quavering as his abdomen tensed and he took fell over the edge of his climax, eyes rolling back in his head to a close as he shivered.

As quickly as it had come on, it was over, and that maw released him, leaving him feeling cold and empty. It took him several moments to stabilize his breathing, his hands releasing the other to allow him to fall back on the sofa.

When Caspian opened his eyes and let his head fall back down to level gazes with his partner. There were puncture wounds in his neck and shoulder, still freshly bleeding, and it was clear that the loss of blood had gone to his head a bit, his complexion slightly paler than before.

Still, he managed a weak grin, wholly physically exhausted. "Might uh...need some juice or somethin'." He meekly chuckled, running a hand back through his hair. "S'ganna leave a nasty mark. Awful thing to explain away." It seemed despite it all, he still had some cheek left to him.

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theweredrifter · 12 days

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The loss of breath sent familiar pangs of tingly light-headedness to enter his conscious. Naturally cries started to strain into choked breaths, the quivering and shaking beginning to travel up the body from the legs, his composure cracking under Caspian's touch, strength and resilience- desperately grasping hold of the arm of the couch as he's continually railed harder and harder. The nails digging into hot flesh tingled, but the overall penetration and self pleasure made the pinch of pain hardly noticeable.

Despite the inability to fully breathe, never at any moment did Gabriel tap out. When there's a pause for adjustment, the body is given a moments reprieve, the words of love dancing on the tip of his tongue, but still he withholds them. This wasn't just the sex that made him feel love, or feelings of love, Caspian has protected him, shielded him from the law, gave him a place to stay, accepted him, clothed and fed him. And for what? As he lay there in that brief span of time, half-lidded golden hues that burned a coppery color pierce through his partner, the hand even coming to an abrupt stop as he makes a corkscrew motion over the swollen knot to hone in for climax.

It was but a moment, and the pressure hits the prostate dead on;"Awh-!.. fuck!" The head tilts back and subconsciously the back tries to arch despite his given position with knees to the chest. The strained breaths hint at how loud he would have been without restriction, and strained swallows are all that is noted as Caspian focuses on penetrating him hard, and deeply thanks to chosen positioning. Eyes begin to roll into the back of the head, and he's tensing, the pace over his own length quickens, then his gaze is straightened only to flicker from the Caspian's expressions, to the neck, and back again while he's told exactly what he wanted to hear. He's needed. "Yes.." Arousal fills his senses, and that same overprotective, obsessive need rises to the forefront as the whole body is shivering from impact.

In an instant, the overwhelming sensation, the visceral urge to mark overtakes the senses. It's said so softly under stuttered, strained breaths it may not have even been heard;"Mine.." The conscious darkens..

M̶̨̨̡̢̧̡̨̧̧̦͔̩̤̖͉̮̩͇̳̩͕̹̳͚̳̪̬̩̭̣̙̪̻͕̺̯̙̣͚͎̲̩̦̫̫̥̹̎̍̍̍͋͑͑̅̈́̋̓͗̾͂̓̓͋̃̎͒̾̏̈́̔̕͘͜͝͠ͅí̶̧̧̡̭͚̯͚̯̰̣͎̹͙͓̖̺͇̣͇͎͍̜̬̎̈̒̎̎́̽̑̓̓͋̔̑̿͋̐̐͌̽̋̍̈́́͐̾̕̚͜͜͠͝n̵̢͓͙͍̬̯͚̞̮̩̼̽͊̈́͆́͐̂̈́̾̍̑͜͜e̵̢̨̧̨̨̡̛̛͍̼̳̣͎̰̫͎̝̝̞̪̞͙̗̫̻̣͙̬͙̭̪͓̹̪̙̟̭͕̹͙̪̠̒̉͆͑͐͗̃̒̒͂̄̿͐̔̋̾̒̏̊͐̍̾̏̈̓̋̎̕̕͜͜͠͝͠͝.̸̢̼̆̑̈́͐̾͊̐̾̊͆͆͆̈̾́̇̈́̌̿̕͘͘̕͠͝.̶͈̠̪̗̑͛̎̋̓̃́̀̂̾̽̽̍̊̍͂̓̋̑̐̀̈̓́̓̌̅͌͑̚͠͝͝͝͠ ̶̧̨͚͚̤͈̰̯͉͖̠̞̦̖̦̜̲̼̬͈̙̜̞̤̖̼́̃̄̇̊̍̈́̒̅͐̀̎̆̿͐̾͊̊̃̀̀̇̃̀̀̈́̇͆̀̓͒̚̚͜͜͜͝ä̶̡̛́̑͋̒̑̄̈́͑̓̅̈́̃͆̉̈̅̇̀͗̽̆͆̍͋͘̕͠͝͝l̷̛͔̼̞͇̩͈͙̙̤̘͉̣̙̪̀͆̀̂̔̃̽̿̒̉̇͛̒͂̔̿̊̀̊̋̍̂̆̓̋̚͠͝ͅl̶̢͖̬̰̩͙͉̣͓̜̠̠̣͓̟̩͖͓̔͆̐ ̸̢̧̨̢̛̛̛̛̣͇̙̘̲̲̱̞̼̻̟̘̝̟̤̣͎̮̭̣͇̠͖̮̪͕͇̣̤̲̤͖̘̠̞̼̜͔̜̬̈́̒̈́̉̋̊̀̇̈̈̅̂̽͂̉̐̾̇͂̒̾̂̃̾̀̔͗̏̽̅̋̈́̂̈́̎́͌̾̈́̿̚͘̚̚̕͜͠ͅm̴̢̨̧̢̨̨̩̭̖̩̰̯̖͎̙̥̲̠̺̯͍̩̗͚͎̞͉̘̭̤͚̜̪̹̟̘͍̥͉͔̙͚̘̿́̕͝ͅͅi̴̧̧̢͙̟̼̰̮͔̬̱͈̼̙͖̥̥̻̗̻̜̖̮͓̮͍͚̜̫̭̻̓̋̏̇͐̎̋̒̿̏̊̌͂͆̑͆̑̇̓̎͒̏͑̏̈͒̄̍͊̄̓͑͌͋̆̀̄̓̅̍͒͆͊̔́̕͘͘͜͜͝ͅͅn̴̢̧̛̗̪̞̺͉̝͙̱̦̝̳͈͔̠̤͇̩̦͕̘̤̭̝̻̳̼͇̜̰͎̳͈̘̍̑̊̐̒̈́̐̂̈̽̓͆͐͋͗̋̏̃̃̈͊̋̽͌͗́̀͌͐͗̓͑̎͊̇͐̽̈́̌̕̚͘͜͝͝͠ͅệ̴̡̧̧̛̛̻̭̱͕͓͊͆̈̇̍̅͆͆̇̃͑͆̆̇̎͗̀̒̽͛̈̌̌̌̒͂͆͐̔̉̉́̈́̈͑̉͋͑͘̕̚̚̕͝͠͠,̵̡̡̧̧̘̭͕͇̲͕̥̳͎̘̣̦̪͇͕̠͎̜̩̭̫̞͖̯͉̥͔͎̺̝͚̐̏̉͒̌̋̄̒̓̓̂̄̕̚͜ ̴̢̨̡̢̢̛͖̗̪̤̗͎͙̻̦͕͉͖̝̘͖̗̮̲̙̘̼̭͓̜͕͙̼̫̣͙̜͍͍̙͚̤̱̞͊̆̌̌̽̉̑̄̌̐̈̄̊̄̀͆̌͆̓̀̈̈́̈́̄̍̀̊͛̇̚̕̚͜͜͠͠ͅm̴̧̢̛̺̮͇̯͉͔̗̳̮̼͎̪̫̟͔̙͎̪̹̻̠͇͈̯̘͖̳̖̪̲̙̙͋̾̀̋̎͋͗̽̊̿͒̂̂͐̋̈́̄̾̽̔͋̑̌̀͌̏́́͂̂͜͠͝͝ͅỉ̴̢̛͈̹̱̩̻̱̟̤̙̰͇̝̪̹͚̜͌̀̋̐͆̾̎́́̀̔̓̓̓̉͆͋̀͗͂̀̔͌̌͋̎̋̓̌̕͠͝ͅͅn̸̛̟̜̠̭̹͖̍̓̈́̅͆́̍͋͌͂͘̕͝ȩ̴̢̢̧̧̛̛̛̰̥̼͔̙͈͙̪̻̩̯̥̰͎̤̳̝͔͔͔͕̪̖̠̩͓̲̬͎̗͓͎̾̋͐̅͌͒͆̀͑̀́̆̈̉̍̅̒͌͗̓́̎̄̽̋̀͗̈̓͛̓̓͛͊̃̀͘̕͜͝͠͠,̷̧̢̢͚̹̠̤͈̦̠̲̹̦̜̜̙͖͍͍̗̖͇͉͚͈͙̼̗̺̟͓̗̬̟̟̀̋̈́̈͌͋͋͗̔͆̈̏̇̐͐́͋͊̐̂͑͋́̾͑̒̍͌͛̔̈̓̉̀̆̕̚͜͝͝͝͝ͅͅ ̵̛̞̳̻̤̬̥͍̠̭̭͕̜̟͓̘͔͎̣̹̲͑̓͑͌̔̊̐͂̽̃́̄̑͌̉̎́͆̋̾͑͋̌͆̀̽̈́͊̋͒͋̚͘̕͠͝͠͠͠͝ḿ̷̨̭͓̯̣̗͈̦͉̬͉̤̺̮̘̳̻̠̻͚̩̯̬̭͙̻̥͉̥̞̣̹̞̖̩̫͇͕̞̙̐̔̐̓̈́̈́̈̇̈́͊͒͑̎̾̔̈́͑͊͌͐̊̿̈͛̓̓̽̈̀̚̕̚͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠ͅī̷̧̢̛̛̘͖̗̬̞̣͚̺̼̥̲͚͎̗͙̮̪̺͍͚̭̮̗̣͖̟̞͔͇̲̄͐̓́́̒̓͛̑̃͑͌̈͗̑͗̈́͆̈́͆̈̑͋̐͋̍͒̿̃̔́̋́̑̕̕͘̚͜͜͠͝͝͠͝ń̶̨̛͇̳͉̣̭̥̖̲̺̻̞̤̖̹̿̔̋̽͋̀̏̌͐͌̒̾͋̌͐̈́͊̽̎͊̈́́̓̿̓͜͠ͅͅͅḝ̸̡̨̛͚͎̥̳̙͔͕̦̠̙̬͕̺̻̠̺̺̲̘̣̫̠͖̼̘̟̞̘̰̟̘̗̪̘̣͐̽̈́̿̒͑͆͆̐̏̕͜͠ͅͅ,̶̨̗͈̻̟̖͕̪̝̼̺̪̦͎̂̆́̔̅͌̓̌̈́̂̈́̃̚͝ ̴̧̧̡̤̣̜͉̭̘͇̹͚̞͑̂̈̉̾̃͒̓̉̅͘m̷̧̥̠̤̤̠̭̳͚̻̰͉̏͋̐̔̈́̀͛̒̍̃̐̔̕͘͝i̶̛̳̗͕̫̺͕̙̦̟̼̿̀̃̾̈́̋̎̈́̐͋̇̀̃̅̉̓̉̔̓́̔̏̽͂̇͗̆͘͘͜͠͝ͅņ̶̧̨̝͚̬̳̺͇̺̖̜͕̺̘̺̰̘̗͙̲͎͉͉̟̪̳̘̳͈̰͉̾͗͐͘̕͜e̵̞͖̗͈̻̹̭̪̬͎̾͗̈́͆̋͊̀͂́̈̔͆͐͗͌͗̅̐̿̋̚͠͠,̴̛̹̯̜̖͇̻̮̻̰̮͈̫̪̱̲͉̩̗͙̲̰͓̲̌͐́̅͒̑̋̊̐̉͋̆̔̄̄͗̔͛̈̊͂̅͆̑̾͋̓͛̕̚͝͝ͅ ̵̡̡̢̢̨͕̱̝̯̺̲͚̠͖͎̪̦̜̱͓̙̱̳͓̪̙̭̂̈̀̽́͊͑̉̎͆́͠͝͝F̸̡̨̡̨̢̛͔͎̩͙̥̣̜̙̝͓̻̪̠̹̘̥̯̺̙̼̦͍̱̠͙̣̩̩̣̗͚̟̗̤͖͒̉̈̎͒́̄̂̌̌̓͐͂̉̅̅͊̋͑̉͐́́̐̈́̓̀̄̕͜͝͠ͅḘ̸̡̡̡̛̮̘̺̖̭̜̱͙̰̹̣͔̮̲̣̤̺̲̞̞̋͛͆̽̄̽͆͒͐̽̾̿̈̄͋̐͑͌̍̔̂́̑̒͝E̴̢̛͈̥̩̼̱͙̹͉̮͖̝͖̪͎̫͒̋̈́̊̐̄̅͛̄̒͂̃͐̂̒̄̽̌͛͐̑̀͘̚̕͜͝͝D̴̛͎̰̖̖̼̻̞͔͕̗̯̙͓͇̥͓̅̍̇̆͑̿͌͆̓̓̏͛̔͌͆́̏͌͒̌͊͘͠ͅ,̴̡̛̛͇͔͍̀͑̎̽͋̍̓̈̿̋̍̓̈̀͐̏̉̓́̊͑͑̈́̐̑͌̇́̔̂͒̄̎͛̋̚̚̕͝͝͝ ̵̢̢̨̨̢̡͚̜͓͓͇͚͕̺͚̜͈͔̱̣̻͙̣̜̣̝͉̦̟̟̞̬͙̹̣̗̝͎̔̎̉́̊̑̇̐̽̂̐̾͊̒̍͛́̿͜͜ͅͅͅF̸̛̼̜̻̭̪͍̦̳̖̝͚̭͌͛͂̋͐̈̄̈͐͛̏̈́̇̀̍̂̇̿̿̀̄͌͊͋̇͊̋̔̔̿͐́̚͘͝͠E̴̛̼̤̥̲͋̑͊̑̽͒̅̎̃̿͐̽͋̐͆͛̎̇̈́̇̒̊̐̃̂͛̾̀͊̚͝͝E̶̡̨͕̱̮̝̳͉͖͈̖͈̥̻͎͔̝͍̱̹̞͖̯͚͚͊͐͆͛̄̽͐̍͜͜͝Ḑ̶̨̡̨̢̯̫̖̹̤̪͙͕͎̼̹͈̭͐̈̿̓̈́̅͊͑̀̽̈́̚͠,̶̡̛̛̻͔̟̼̹̼͍͕̞̪̗̜͍̦̩̘͖̦̣̹͙̯̩̗͈̻͔̭̈́̏͒̀̀̋́͐́̉̾̒̾̅́̃̿̆͑͌̀͊̌̓̈́̽́̊͘͘ ̴̨̛̗̬̲̋̋̒̉̔̏͋͒͋̈́͌̋́̀̔͊̊̀́̊́̾̓̚͘͘͠Ḟ̷̢̛̯̱̭̦̝̤͕͇̘͓͈̳̋̎̍̋̍̇͛͊̐̅̉̏̎͒̈͐̄̅̄̾̐̈́̏͐͑͌̏͆̏̔̇̂́͛̐̕̕̕͝͝É̷̢̧̨̡̛̲͕͖̳̱͓̣̻̠͎͓̲͍͕̲̭̬̪̬͍̪̲͇̤͓͖͉̤̻̟͖̳͎̳͉̠͔͉̺̘͍̟͋͋̊̊̾̓͒͗̒͐̋͒̃́͑̌̄́́͊́́̐͛̆͗͆̂̒͗̏͑͆̍̎́̒͌̏̾͊̌̈́̓̊̈́̆̚͜ͅͅE̴͈͌̒̒̅͒̔̀̋͛̓̓̆͛̓̑́̅̕͘̕͝͝Ḑ̸̧̨̛̛͓͉͖̦̹̻̻̙̰̻̻͈̰͉̠͒́̈́̆͛͋̾̌̎͗̊̄͑̏̂̇̍̐̔̃̊̄͌̆̀̉̆͑̌͆̂͒̉̀͋̃̐̍̀̌̓̉̕̚̕͝͝

The pupils grow wide and bones ripple under the skin where the collarbone and neck connect, then in an instant as the abdomen tightens to release, the upper body comes forward without warning, forcing the grip on his throat to retract, and the jaw unhinges to extend far wider than a normal human, clamping down onto the neck. The force of it alone sends a shock down his partner's body, but Gabriel isn't there, he's not thinking of the pain he's inflicting. Arms reach around to grasp his Caspian in a tight embrace, the fight to feed or mark clearly evident as the pain grows harsher and begins to pierce the flesh, he's struggling to cope. This, was a first time experience. He's growling and crooning as the head shakes, teeth in a vice grip with tender flesh as the obsessiveness takes hold, tasting sweat, skin and blood on his tongue.. then a warm, wetness pooled around his thighs. Caspian's likely cries and the follow up relief has the bestial overdrive subsiding as quickly as it had come on, and he returns to consciousness.

Gabriel lets go of the skin and brings his gaze to his lover's by falling back into the couch, the golden hue had vanished, and the tenderness of normal blue eyes look on with concern, but also relief and exhaustion. He'd cummed in the process, getting quite a bit of it on his lover's stomach, chest and remnants on the collarbone. "Are you okay?" He's reaching to touch the face, he's scared. How did Caspian take to the marking?

It was clear that Gabriel wanted not only the flighty sensation that a head rush would give him but the teetering struggle between being vocal and not having the breath to do so with. Naturally, Caspian obliged. Placing more weight on his palm, he began to restrict Gabe's access to breath as well, intermittently lightening up so he could regain himself before battening down once more.

The sounds leaving his partner, the sight of him masturbating himself, the tightening of his body around his cock; it was a euphoric symphony that would have anyone's head spinning. His nails were digging into Gabriel's hip as he held him down firmly, pounding himself into his body. He paused his motions, if only for a breath, he angle his hips upward a bit, then resume, aiming to knock into the other's prostate, wanting to send him rocketing over the edge that was his climax.

The bite to his thumb was met with a small hiss, one which he responded to by tucking his face into Gabe's neck and biting him in retaliation, harshly. His sounds were muffled then, but somehow louder now that they were pressed against Gabe's ear. Abdominal muscles visibly straining as he too climbed toward the peak of his pleasure, Cas all but growled at the command given to him.

Pulling back to stared down into Gabe's eyes, he wet his lips with his tongue and tried to gather his breath a bit before speaking, "God, you're my everything, Gabriel." He moaned, butting their foreheads together, "Fuck, I need you. More than anything." He panted, taking a hungry kiss from his lips, "You're mine, yeah? Don't you ever forget that."

#⚣ puppy love #NSFW

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Toots. Gabriel loved it, still. From their first meet and into their blossoming relationship. The given safe word is understood with a palpable pause and head nod, though heavy breaths did not quiet even if moans did. Then began the restriction, and it was so.. experienced. As if the Were could not fall any harder, Caspian's knowledge of how to handle him in sexual engagements gave way to more vulnerability and feelings of safety.

The request not too immediate but only moments after the initial grip over the throat;"Harder-" The neck visibly tensed and clenched as it's restricted, muscles flexing under the palm as it tried to expand. The loss of breath was preferred, but the ability to feel without breathing was a different, but welcome change. The more the two grew comfortable with one another, the more Gabriel was able to venture into interests that were more inline with his preference.

When a hand left his length, it was replaced with his own, though not his dominant hand, his strokes were a bit off to the side but still meeting needs all the same. If provided the requested force on the throat, the wrist would flick faster, as would breathes in between pleasurable cries. Caspian's strength and deep penetration had lower limbs quivering uncontrollably, so they are rested against their sides since both of his own arms were busy bracing and masturbating at the same time, mindful to include his knot every other stroke to keep him from cumming too soon. At this point, edging himself on top of his lover's quiet reserved breaths, and thrusts into him.

It wasn't warranted, but a thumb pressed into a bottom lip and eventually into the mouth whilst being jostled was not met with tender suction, but was bit under the knuckle. It was hard, but not prolonged, allowing his lover to retract it as needed, he needed to mark, and as he neared his peak, eyes hyper focus not on the face of his beloved, but that hot, sweaty, glistening in the tv reflection light, neck. The mouth waters and he pants out;"Tell me.. tell me you need me-" It wasn't a suggestion, it was a command. Always, rounding back to the same phrase.

"Yeah?" His soft response to the other's request, a hum of amusement as he eyed his partner over for a moment. "All you had to do was ask, toots." He purred, moving the hand that was bracing him against the couch to instead coil those rough, calloused fingers along the girth of Gabe's throat. Getting closer to his ear, he nipped at the lobe and chuckled, "You know the rules; safe word's carrot. Safe gesture is two taps with two fingers." A precautionary reminder, always stated for safety reasons. Despite their fun, he wanted Gabe to have an out if things got too overwhelming.

The grip on his throat tightened then, not at his palm, but at the tips of his fingers; he wanted to restrict blood flow, not air flow. It would give Gabe a pleasant head rush without taking away his ability to breathe wholly. Moving the hand from his cock to instead take him by the hip to give himself more leverage, Caspian began to up the force of his thrusts, a bit more each time, the pace following suit until he was driving his cock as deeply as his hips would physically allow.

His own sounds of ecstasy had increased in frequency, in volume, though still rather quiet. Caspian wasn't entirely too vocal. In fact, it made him quite bashful to be so, but with Gabe, he was growing more comfortable with it, especially seeing the reactions it garnered from his partner. His skin was beginning to glisten with a layer of sweat, his jaw clenched with effort and his eyes burning with desire for the man beneath him.

Moving his thumb upward, he slipped it past Gabe's lips and into his mouth to give him something to occupy himself with; to suck on. The room was rife with the smell of sex and the echo of their skin slapping against each other. It was intoxicating.

#⚣ puppy love #NSFW

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Caspian's allowance to Gabriel's impulsive, self serving agenda only made him more bold. Moans are aired off and on through the nose while engaging in a passionate, all tongue exchange. The constant movement and friction causes redness to procure on a upper and lower lip from his lover's facial hair, able to be noted when the two part for a breath.

The easing motions in and out to further stretch his aching body, get breathy grunts through the nose to air, already a mess from earlier, prolonged foreplay. Having his lover over him, engaging his impulses, when the lips part from the kiss, he's looking for what can be reached, the arm, the neck, whatever was closer with intent to bite. However, with mouth not engaged, he's able to be louder, expressive of how into it he was to have his lover thrusting into him, not just to stretch him, but to love him. Caspian was a beautiful, captivating man, looming over Gabriel, holding him, taking him like the good, obedient, submissive boy he was. It's subconscious, the corners of the eyes water when looking up to meet their gaze, even as they glow with feral intent.

Love comes to mind, but he doesn't say it, it's only a thought, a feeling he swears by, a warmth among the sensitivities, lust and arousal. When he's told how good it felt to be inside him, he can only make noise equated to a whimper, he wouldn't say it. It's too early. The breaths, and grunts sounding from his partner enthralled him all the more, retracting that nail digging grip from the outer thigh to take in his own legs under the knee, pulling the one from Caspian's grip to bring knees close to the chest and allow for deeper penetration.

The slight jostling of the body has a right unhooking to brace on the arm of the couch above him to keep him from bumping up against it for the sake of comfort, but also to hold him in place to take the impact with less recoil. The unexpected hand over his throbbing, leaking length was expected, the legs quiver with continued stimulation. Gabriel's moaning so loudly he's facing off to the side, not wanting to yell directly at his lover, the touch and sensation were simply overwhelming, breathtaking. The request soon following with no thought, just sincerity as he growled back in response;".. be rough with me, fuckin' rough, choke me, bite me- m' good for it." Taking heavy, but unsteady breaths so he's clear instead of having words too strewn together or mumbled. Gabriel wanted Caspian all over him, begged for the ferocity he felt to reflect back to him.

Gabriel's animalistic desperation to have him impossibly close at all times was as endearing as it was arousing. The feeling of being so deeply and unabashedly wanted, needed even; it was not something Caspian could say he was wholly used to, and that made it touch his heart even further. Gabe was not shy about his affection, not shy about the way he showed his adoration. How could he not lavish the man with all that his heart desired?

Chuckling as he's taken by the face, Caspian allowed Gabriel to corral him into those filthy, decadent kisses. His tongue tasted of the strawberry milkshake he'd downed not long before, and it was that tart, sweetness that melded so deliciously with the tang of Gabe's saliva. It took a few moments, but patiently, Cas waited until Gabe's body accepted him fully and he sunk, fully seated within his body. A low groan creeped from the depths of his throat as finally he retracted a bit to ease himself back in. He repeated this process a few times, just until he felt Gabe's pucker give way a bit.

Fingers gripping at his partner's thigh, he adjusted his own leg placement before working into a rhythm with the thrusting of his hips; firm and steady, faintly jolting Gabe's body with each connection of his groin to his backside. Cas moaned into their kiss, hand gripping at the pillow beside Gabriel's head. "Fuck... You feel so God damned good, babe." He grunted, nosing the man after breaking their kiss in attempt to steady his breathing.

Taking the hand from his thigh, he coiled it around Gabe's cock, stroking him above his knot in time with his pumping into him, "You're absolutely fuckin' gorgeous like this." He growled beneath his breath, giving a toothy smirk as he stole Gabe's lips again, nipping at his tongue tauntingly.

#⚣ puppy love #NSFW

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There's not enough time for Gabriel to consider what Caspian meant by the statement before he's forced onto his back. Arms and legs loosely hang in the air while underwear is wrestled off and tossed somewhere to the side. Bestial iris' narrow;"I'm not a pillow princess- I participate-" Barking back a response. Afterward, a hand loosely stroked himself while watching Caspian strip down and make a pit stop at the end table for lubricant.

It was a gentle touch, needing to be stimulated when his lover's hands were ultimately busy elsewhere. It's obsessive, the need to have his man touch him, constantly, gripping him, needing him. The sight of Caspian self lubricating has a tongue running over a bottom lip while a hand reaches out toward them;"Goddamn, closer, closer-" He manages to grip a forearm, but in so doing, brings the hand that worked lubricant elsewhere, onto him. There's not enough of a pause for a reply to come, a second finger eases passed the threshold and that snark dissipates.

The ultimate response to the directed question was complete submission in the form of soft doe eyes, furrowed brows, flared nostrils and a mouth parted to moan while he's gently stretched open. He clenches, but not out of pain or coyness, but anticipation and in the same motion give Caspian a preface of what was to come, the body aching to be taken and loved.

Squirm Gabriel did, feeling the head of the erection just mere inches from him, a left hand gripping, clawing into an outer thigh to edge them those few paces apart, teeth digging into a bottom lip in the attempt;"Bloody hell.. bring it here." A strong gaze shifts between their eyes and where they were about to go. When the digit was replaced with his lover's length, the tingling arousal is felt rising up into the chest, stimulating either nipple while the throat felt too thick to swallow.

Caspian's careful approach reflected love, and respect, and that was what Gabriel got off on, the type of mutual respect and love no matter how high the emotions ran made intercourse meaningful, and allowed the mind to let go and embrace what was given. Feeling weight shift forward and sink deeper into him, he maintains eye contact, watching his leg be taken to spread further out and call him a good boy. "God yes..yes I am. .. c'mere!" Finally releasing that lax hand on his own erection, he's gripping Caspian by the face, and if that grip wasn't maintained, he'd pull on the beard and pull them down for kisses, desperate, hungry, messy kisses.

Unable to stifle a bit of laughter at his partner's threat, Caspian continued to kiss at Gabe's neck in spite of it, his hands finding the man's waist to smooth his thumbs over his hips soothingly. "Absolutely not." He corrected the other, shifting to sit up and body Gabriel until he was laying back against the sofa, hovering over him. "You're ganna lay back like the pretty pillow princess you are so I can watch you lose your mind while I fuck you." He purred commandingly, nosing him a bit before retracting.

Tugging Gabe's pajamas the rest of the way off and tossing them aside, he then stood himself up and pulled his clothing off the remainder of the way. Making a quick stop at the end table drawer to retrieve a small bottle of lube, he poured some onto his palm and worked it over his own erection as he knelt back down between Gabe's legs. "You know you're adorable when you're insatiable, right?" He hummed with a wry smirk, using the remainder of the lube on his fingers to brush it over his partner's hole, daring to slip his middle finger inside of him to encourage his muscles to relax a bit.

Moving to properly hover over the other again with one hand beside his head, he removed that finger and instead took ahold of himself to guide his head to that tight pucker, tauntingly stroking himself against it for a moment or two, just to watch Gabriel squirm in desperation.

A heartbeat or two passed and finally Caspian began to sink his cock within his lover's body. With a slow ease, he set his hips forward, allowing Gabe's body all the time it needed to adjust to his girth, not wanting to hurt him, despite how relentlessly hungry they were for one and other. Cas sucked a breath inward and groaned as Gabriel's tight hole enveloped him, his free arm hooking in the crook of his partner's leg to spread him a bit further. "Look at that. Such a good boy, takin' my cock like that, aren't you, toots?"

#⚣ puppy love #NSFW

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Gabriel openly rode the waves of emotion and pleasure while Caspian continually teased him. It felt good to be adored, appreciated, and in a space where he could express those abnormal urges that came with his condition. It wasn't unknown how different his body needed to be treated from the average partner, but his lover accepted that as is, and that knowledge allowed for a headspace never before experienced prior to their relationship.

Accepting focused friction over a knot, Caspian's sudden rise has his head briefly knocked, but it's not hard enough to jar the delicate headspace, nor the pleasure of a strong hand gripping his own length. With a firm, even hold, Gabriel's mind wanted for words, able to focus on little else but his ache to be caressed and touched. Golden hues gaze lovingly at his partner, absolutely enamored, words reeling him in all the more, and he airs a reply- heavy breaths brushing against his lover;"You love it.. don't you? How easy you can turn me on, just layin' your hands on me.." A subtle reach for the face, but Caspian is already nosing toward toward the neck, thus a brush of a love bite is felt against their cheek- rough facial hair pushing passed the lips in the process.

As soon as the mouth connected to the neck for what felt like the umpteenth time, precum leaks over top the crown, and the body shudders. Gabriel is getting more vocal as he leans into Caspian while they lap and gnaw on against the darkening flesh as it's given thorough attention. The jaw threatens to grind the teeth; refraining from begging to go harder, but the noises are inconsolable, crooning through the nose while continually leaning against his lover as he reaches to hold by the shoulders, figuratively melting into them.

A moments reprieve from the hand between his thighs, the chest heaves a shuddered breath. Glancing down, hungry eyes take in the anxiously awaited nudity and closer inclination to scratching that itch Caspian was so eager to ignite. Not a fan of spitting, a palm and rounded finger tips caress up and down the base in idle worship. The mouth feels dry, and in that subconscious thought there's lip licking, but the Were knew better than to try with the heavy innate drive to bite down and mark. He couldn't stall too much longer or he'd explode, hands explore Caspian's erection while a mouth finds its way one of his nipples, inadvertently scooting him up more where both are basically on top of one another, and upright. The tight quarters force his hands out and replace around the shoulders to hug, his own erection and hard knot pressing against his lover's exposed length.

A nose rests down in a hot scalp, inhaling their natural scent between hefty breaths and a losing battle of resistance. "Cas..let go of me baby.." A sharp inhale airs;".. let's fuck. I'll turn 'round so it's easier to bite me.." Presumably the two are meeting eyes at this point as he's heard;"You don't let up and I'll cum on you." Gabriel was abandoning theatrics in favor of moving things along, the two were in an odd position being partially undressed, but still restrained from free, comfortable movement.

If Caspian could've bottled Gabriel's reactions and kept them on a shelf to admire time and time again, he would have done so without hesitation. His lover was vocal, animated, and passionate when expressing his pleasure, and that was a fact that turned Cas on more than he even realized.

Unable to help himself, Cas sat back up and butted heads with Gabe as his hand continued to caress the knot of his cock, stroking it with an even but firm hand. "You're so gorgeous when you get like this, toots." He purred against Gabe's lips, nosing him delicately until he ended up in the crook of his neck again.

The warpath of his mouth was not so gentle as it was before. Forgoing light nipping for full-on dragging his teeth across the flesh there, aiming to bruise the surface of his skin, only to lavish his tongue against the freshly damaged area.

Deciding not to overwhelm his senses wholly just yet, his hand moved away from his knot to accompany the other in guiding his own pants and boxers off and away from his hips, leaving his cock exposed to the air between them. Cas hummed, moving his attention down Gabriel's chest, then taking one of his nipples into his mouth and suckling while his fingers toyed with the other.

Truly, he could have just gotten the lube and had it over with. But there was adoration, worship even in the foreplay between them. He adored getting to work up Gabriel until he was fit to bursting, and vice versa.

#⚣ puppy love #NSFW

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