Chapter 29 - Harland #2
Warren’s mouth parted in a shocked little circle at the praise, his pupils expanding into huge pools of dark.
“Now let’s do that one more time.”
Warren closed his eyes in defeat, but the slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth was all the assurance Harland needed that they were on the right track.
That, and the fact that Warren’s cock was hard as a rock.
After hosing Warren’s legs down and giving them a scrub, Harland repeated the process of filling him up two more times until Warren’s insides were nice and clean for his knot.
“It’s a shame you don’t have an inflatable nozzle,” Harland said, drying Warren’s legs and his own gloves in the process. Both were wet from the washcloth he’d used to wash Warren after his final enema. “We could have had some fun testing your limits.”
“Already found them,” Warren mumbled, sounding a little sleepy. He leaned against Harland’s side as he dried him off, looking happy and relaxed.
Harland chuckled, feeling evil. “I promise you, we didn’t.”
The nervous, half-disbelieving look Warren gave him went right to Harland’s achingly hard cock.
“Come on. It’s time for you to get fucked.”
Harland guided Warren over to the sink. He pushed him down, his bound upper body coming to rest over the basin, and nudged his legs apart with the tip of his boot.
Harland really should have taken his boots off when entering Warren’s apartment, he knew, but they weren’t that dirty, and they provided important protection against the sun.
That, and Harland enjoyed wearing them. They gave him an extra inch of height, and he liked the way they looked wrapped around his calves.
Harland made no secret of the fact that he dressed for vanity. He loved the image he presented decked out in his racing leathers. They made him feel sleek, sexy and dangerous.
Crouching down behind Warren's spread legs, he poured a healthy helping of lube over his fingers and ran them down over the crack of Warren’s red cheeks.
Impatient, he pushed inside with his index finger, testing the tight fit and sliding his gloved digit in and out of the clenched rim.
When he felt Warren relax around him, he added a second and third finger in quick succession, stretching him open and getting his ass ready to take his girthy cock as quickly and efficiently as possible.
Warren whimpered at the rough fingering, but his cock was hard and dripping between his legs. Harland gave the twitching shaft a few pumps with his free hand before grabbing his balls by the base of his sac and giving them a gentle tug.
“Fuck,” Warren whimpered, clamping his ass down on Harland’s fingers at the sudden tug on his balls. “Do that again. Please!”
The please was added with a panicked shout, right after Harland lifted his hand up.
Harland lowered his hand to Warren’s ass, giving it a squeeze, before taking hold of his balls and tugging them gently down.
Harland wasn’t being rough with Warren’s balls – this wasn’t in the same realm as cock and ball torture – but it was interesting that Warren reacted so well to it.
“You’re ready for my cock.” Harland pulled his fingers out of Warren’s ass and rose up to his full height. Warren watched him in the mirror over the sink, the contrast between Harland’s leather-clad body looming over Warren’s bound frame enormous.
Harland moved both tabs on the front of his zipper down to his crotch, making an opening just big enough that he could fish out his cock.
The towel was still blocking the light from coming in through the door, but Harland did not want his cock more exposed than it absolutely had to be. He lubed himself up quickly and lined the sleek head of his cock up against Warren’s hole and pushed inside.
“Fuck, wait, wait!” Warren cried, lifting up on his toes.
Harland paused, the first inch of his cock seated in the tight vise of Warren’s hole.
It felt transcendently good. Impossibly tight, the heat sinking into his cock and reaching down to his balls, it took everything Harland had to hold himself still and not ram his cock down to the hilt.
“Okay?” he asked.
“You’re so thick,” Warren grunted, his breaths coming in harsh pants. “Fuck, it’s so fat.”
Harland smirked, though the visor of the helmet obscured the smug expression from Warren’s sight.
He stroked Warren’s back, letting him get used to the stretch.
“Okay, go slow.” Warren’s breath suddenly hitched. “I mean-”
Harland stroked his flank. “You’re always allowed to tell me what not to do.”
Warren relaxed.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
Harland pushed his cock deeper, sinking into the tight heat of Warren’s hole an inch at a time. He took his time, forcing himself to give Warren time to adjust, but it was worth it when he finally seated his full length and Warren let out a breath like he’d been punched.
“How are you so big?” Warren muttered, inflating Harland’s ego. He was big, even for a werewolf. Nine inches and thicker than Warren’s wrist, Harland’s cock was a beautiful monster of an appendage, and he was incredibly proud of it.
“Please,” Warren said when Harland didn’t start moving.
“Please, what?” Harland asked.
“Please, sir?” Warren said, sounding hesitant.
Harland laughed. That wasn’t what he’d been aiming for, but he wasn’t complaining.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes!” Warren pushed his ass back, grinding himself down on Harland’s cock.
It seemed he’d gotten used to the stretch.
Taking a firm hold of Warren’s hips, thumbs pulling on his cheeks to expose his hole, Harland held him down and withdrew half his cock before slamming it back in.
“Like that?”
“Yes, fuck. Jesus, just like that.” Warren was trembling, his cock leaking a thick, glistening string of pre-come that reached all the way to the floor. “I’m so close.”
Harland rose up, shifting his grip to Warren’s waist and lifting him off the floor with him. He lifted Warren halfway off his cock, held him suspended, and then slammed him down onto his shaft with a thrust of his hips.
Repeating the motion, lifting Warren up and pushing him down onto his cock, Harland watched his reflection in the mirror and wished that he’d thought to record the moment for posterity.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Warren chanted, crying out every time Harland bounced him on his cock.
His torso swayed, his bound arms giving him no leverage to balance, his head tossing as Harland used him like his own personal fuck doll.
All of a sudden, Warren’s whole body tensed, clamping down on Harland's cock like a vise.
Harland watched in the mirror as he shot his load all over the sink and mirror.
Shifting his grip so that he held Warren in place with a hand over his chest, rocking his hips and using the motion to bounce Warren up and down over his slowly swelling knot, Harland grabbed the tip of Warren’s cockhead between his thumb and index finger and rubbed it between the pads of his fingers.
Warren went crazy. He bucked at the sudden and intense stimulation to his sensitive cockhead, squeezing down hard on Harland’s cock and pushing him over the edge, too.
Harland let go of Warren’s cock and shifted his grip to his hips, lowering him down so that his upper body was once again resting on the sink, and fucked him hard and fast through his orgasm.
Warren cried out when Harland’s growing knot started to catch on his rim, but Harland kept fucking him until his knot was almost too big to push its way back inside.
“Fuck!” Warren cried, his hole clamping down on the base of Harland’s cock after he managed to force his knot back into his hole.
Harland kept coming, shooting load after load of his alpha come into Warren’s body, his knot expanding to its full size and locking his cock firmly in place.
“Your sperm better be the same magic healing shit as a werewolf’s, or I’m going to be so pissed,” Warren said, grinning where he lay with his cheek pressed against the counter.
He sounded exhausted.
Harland rubbed his back. “Don’t worry. It’s better.”
“It is?” Warren lifted up, stretching his neck back. After a second, Harland understood what he wanted and lifted him up to hold him against his front. He cupped Warren’s throat, his other hand coming to rest on his stomach.
“Yes.”
Half an hour later, Harland’s knot had gone down enough that he could lift Warren off his cock, wipe down his sticky shaft, and tuck his member back into his leather suit.
While they’d waited for his knot to go down, Harland had been seated on the lid of the toilet, legs stretched out and propped up against the wall, his back leaning uncomfortably against the cistern.
It was a relief to put his cock back under the protective layer of his suit and exit the bathroom.
He took a seat on Warren’s bed and watched his freshly fucked little mate go and gulp down a whole bottle of water.
“That jacket thing was hot,” Warren said, walking over to the couch and gingerly taking a seat. He ran his hand through his hair and chuckled. “I’m all sweaty.”
“So, it’s a keeper?” Harland asked, cocky and already knowing the answer.
“Yeah.” Warren leaned his head back against the top of the couch and looked at the ceiling. He let out a disbelieving giggle. “I can't believe you put me in a duffel bag.”
“You asked for it,” Harland pointed out.
Warren turned to him with a tired grin. He seemed to still be in a very good mood. Harland moved over to the couch to join him, pulling him back onto his lap and wrapping his arms around him.
Warren sighed and slumped bonelessly back against Harland’s chest.
“I did,” he agreed. “Ten out of ten, best decision.”
“Max and Marcus will be pleased,” Harland said, stroking his hand up under Warren’s shirt. “They were worried you wouldn’t like this kind of play.”
Warren closed his eyes, reaching up and grabbing Harland’s hand where it lay over his stomach.
“I wasn’t sure I would.” He stroked up and down the back of Harland’s fingers, circling his knuckle.
“And I’m not sure about all that stuff Max bought.
Does he really want to put those things inside of me? ”
Harland pushed the tips of his fingers into Warren’s abs, squeezing down playfully.
“I think it’s a good idea. It will help you get ready to take us when we’re in our alpha shifts.”
Warren squirmed and looked up at his visor. “I’m not sure that’s possible.”
“It is,” Harland said, pushing his hand up higher and tweaking Warren’s nipples. “And we will get you there. It’s just going to take time and effort.”
Warren lifted his arm and hid his face in the crook of his elbow. He let out a whine. “That’s so intimidating!” he complained.
“It will be fun.” Harland pinched down hard on Warren’s nipple and made him cry out. “I promise.”
Warren reached up and tugged Harland’s hand back down to his stomach, stroking the top of his glove. The gentle touch sent a tingle down Harland’s spine. He continued massaging Warren’s abs.
“If you say so.”