Where Foxes Hunt with Wolves (Folk Lore 2)

The intensity of Radek’s heat had dissipated, but they both acted like it had not and were at it like bunnies, several times a day.

Yev couldn’t get enough, so they were on fuck number two of the day even though it wasn’t noon yet.

“So good,” Radek whimpered, pushing his tight body on the knot forming at the base of Yev’s dick.

Yev groaned in pleasure at the view. The long ginger hair stuck to Radek’s sweaty face, dark nipples had gone stiff on the freckled chest, and his cock slapped Yev’s stomach every time Radek pushed himself down. He was a vision, and not just horny for Yev but willing to give up everything so they could be together.

They could make it work.

Yev’s breath got shallower when he saw Radek’s cock bob and slap against the ginger trail under his navel. The delicious redness spilled from the boy’s face, down his neck and smooth chest as he tensed and bit his own lip in the effort of accepting the ball pushing at his hole. They didn’t always knot, for obvious reasons, but before Yev could have rolled them over, Radek made a twist with his hips and choked out a rasp as his tight body accepted Yev’s dick in its entirety.

“Fucking… Fuck…” Radek gasped, shivering. His ass squeezed Yev’s cock, and he came, with the most gorgeous, honest expression on his flushed face. He gripped Yev’s shoulder so hard his nails dug in, but Yev loved him so uninhibited.

The scent of cum was a trigger to send Yev’s arousal into a frenzy, and he rolled them over, pushing Radek into the sheets, rutting against him like a mindless beast while their bodies remained so intimately connected. Heat exploded first in Yev’s chest, then at the base of his spine, and he shivered, staring into the angelic face as orgasm spiraled through every nerve in his body.

Radek’s eyes were closed as he arched for a kiss, holding on as if he needed Yev like no lover before him. Yev teased the boy, running his tongue over the top lip and pulling away, but then indulged him in more. Their connection was on a level unimaginable with anyone else, and if they could make it work, Yev would spoil Radek rotten.

He would care for him and protect him forever.

Their mouths clashed, enjoying another sweet, languid kiss as Yev stretched on top of Radek, supporting his head with one arm. Everything about the boy was perfect, as if he existed to be the answer to Yev’s innermost cravings, and he would not let it go even if it meant having to keep their relationship in the shadows.

“Thank you.”

Radek burst out with laughter that reminded Yev of Ember’s silliest cackles. “‘Thank you’? My pleasure.” He rubbed his fingers over Yev’s shoulder, and moved his stump along Yev’s jaw, so Yev kissed the smooth flesh, glad Radek was comfortable enough with his disability to do that.

“Are you not sore? Not trying to blow my own horn here, but I’m quite big,” Yev whispered, though they were alone, and no one could overhear their conversation. It was just such an intimate thing to say that keeping his voice down felt right.

Radek hugged him and nuzzled his cheek. “It’s a good kind of sore. I love your dick. It’s the best one I’ve ever… experienced. Or seen for that matter.” His eyes were closing, but that playful smile made Yev want to kiss him over and over.

“I will miss you when I’m not here,” Yev said, rubbing his mouth along Radek’s jawline.

The lovely smile waned, but Radek only held him tighter. “As you should. Not gonna find another fox like me.”

Yev would make it work. They’d find a suitable home for Radek and Coal, and Yev would visit him as frequently as possible. Every week, if opportunity presented itself. But he didn’t want to think about it too much when they were still together.

Happy.

Drifting into sleep.

***

The aggressive rapping at the door downstairs made Yev groan at first, but then he sat up, startling Radek out of sleep. The boy whined his displeasure and hugged the pillow, but the interrupted nap couldn’t save Yev from the truth. Familiar scents prodded at him like voices might a human, and he rose with blood rushing to his head.

They’d been discovered. The cat was out of the bag, and there was nothing he could do about it, because he and Radek smelled of each other’s cum, and there was no time to shower.

He’d heard so many times that truth brought relief, even if consequences were dire, but it had never been like that for him, and the sense of dread of what might happen sank deep into his flesh, poisoning his blood. He’d been sent to this banishment because of a situation like this in the first place, but he was approaching forty, and he would not act as if nothing had happened when any werewolf could smell the proof on him.