Where Foxes Hunt with Wolves (Folk Lore 2)

“Oh?” he whimpered, reflexively squeezing his buttocks. Had Yev… changed his mind about this? Radek’s breath was frantic, but at least he was getting a sense that he wouldn’t become Yev’s night-time snack. He still remembered how big Yev’s dick was, how it tasted, how the spongy head had pressed against his palate. How he’d shamelessly offered himself, only to be rejected.

Afraid speaking might ruin the moment, he bit his lips as the massive, hairy body molded to his, one of the firm hands trailing down his side until it found bare skin and squeezed.

“So. Ripe,” Yev breathed in his strange unfamiliar voice while his sharp claws slid under the long T-shirt and found Radek’s cock.

Fucking Christ! That hand was definitely bigger than usual, and its size was making Radek a bit self-conscious about the length of his dick, even though he was perfectly fine in that department.

He swallowed and tilted his head, presenting his neck in surrender. When Yev pushed up the T-shirt, he also bared Radek’s ass. Would they fuck now? Stupid question. Of course they’d fuck. The real question was whether Yev’s cock had grown in proportion to his hands, and if so, how a dick that size would feel inside of him?

Yev must have been thinking the same thing, because he pushed down his pants, and the thick girth slid under the hem of Radek’s T-shirt, slapping his buttocks before diving between his thighs until it hit the back of his balls. His breath was coming in sharp, laborious gasps, as if he couldn’t make up his mind how to proceed, but then his thick arm reached over Radek and grabbed the plastic bottle of oil Yev used for frying.

This wasn’t exactly how Radek had imagined their first fuck, but he tried to steady his breathing and spread his thighs in invitation. Despite the unusual nature of this situation, and the strangeness of Yev’s behavior, his head was a boiling mess of arousal, and he wouldn’t stop shivering like a virgin even though he’d bottomed countless times.

He whimpered when Yev’s sharp teeth slid over his neck, but he still rocked against his hand, overwhelmed by the strength and size of his lover-to-be.

The warm tongue lapped at his nape, and Yev’s thick thighs trembled against Radek’s own, as if he couldn’t physically contain the excitement of what was to come. The bottle popped open, and then the slick oil poured down Radek’s crack and to the hard cock Yev pulled from between Radek’s legs. In breathless moments, the hard length slid up and down the hole, teasing it with its touch, and Yev’s hands snuck under Radek’s T-shirt, scratching his sides as they roamed, one eventually slipping out through the collar to rest at Radek’s nape.

As if such displays of dominance were needed to keep Radek in place.

Pressed between the wall of muscle and the counter, he had no other option but submission.

Air flowed into his lungs through ragged breaths filled with Yev’s arousing scent, but Radek still yelped when Yev grabbed one of his thighs and forced his leg up, until his knee rested on the counter, leaving him spread open for that monster of a cock.

Yev didn’t leave him waiting either. With a guttural sound of satisfaction, he pushed his thick cockhead into Radek’s hole, and no matter how prepared Radek thought he was, he still whimpered and gasped, clutching the sink. His face was hot as embers, and surely just as red.

Teeth sank into his nape, and while he knew it hurt, somehow the sensation turned into a glow of arousal that soon crawled down his chest, to his nipples, which felt almost as if they were being teased through the sweaty T-shirt.

Yev’s breathing sounded strained to Radek’s ears, but instead of slamming all the way in, he pushed inside, inching the girth into Radek at a pace that allowed some adjustment, even though his body resisted the intrusion, radiating the ache all the way down his thighs.

There was no reasoning with the creature that had crawled out of Yev tonight, so Radek took hold of his softening cock and played with it, focusing on the hold of teeth at the back of his neck, and on the fantasy of what the penetration would feel like once the discomfort passed.

But that cock was endless, and Yev let out a frustrated gasp, still not fully embedded in Radek’s body, which at this point felt beyond full. Radek whined in reply, as if they were two mating beasts that couldn’t communicate with words.

Yev changed his rhythm a bit, pulling back ever-so-slightly only to ram back in. Radek’s muscles were sweaty goo. He’d drooled a little on the counter, and his balls throbbed with unreleased heat. His brain ignored the lingering pain, craving more pressure, more of Yev’s weight on top of him. Those were primal needs Radek hadn’t known he’d ever experience, but now that Yev was in charge, he stayed still despite his raised foot cramping, relishing the love bites left all over his neck.