Chapter 13 Will
Will
Like it always did, moonset and the ensuing shift pulled Will right back to being fully awake, but this time around, the possessiveness the wolf had felt toward his Sage made Will’s craving only stronger.
He moved closer under the covers and nuzzled Sage’s neck, right where the wolf had licked the skin in that vulnerable area.
Sage groaned and stretched in his sleep as he rolled onto his back.
Will’s cock bobbed in anticipation, and he straddled Sage.
He wanted Sage so badly that it damn near hurt.
Sage’s heady scent made thinking almost as hard as his cock already was.
“Always so horny after a full moon.” A lazy grin played on Sage’s sleepy face.
Right. Words. “I want you,” Will said. “Please. Can I kiss you?”
“Sure. C’mere.”
Sage’s hand sank into Will’s hair, pulling him close. The wolf had enjoyed Sage’s touch, and human Will did as well, but the worry crept in, fringes of fear throttling the want he felt.
He let the kiss happen all the same. Sage was as soft as he remembered, in the best possible way. It was exciting to be able to feel Sage’s mouth against his and taste him.
The wolf had wanted to lick Sage’s lips, but Will knew humans weren’t all for that wolf behavior, and he’d controlled it. Right now, in his human form, Will let Sage’s smiles and sunshine taste sink into him.
Grinding into Sage came naturally, and Will only stopped when he realized Sage was giggling under him, so he pulled back to understand what was happening.
“It’s just the noises you make,” Sage said. “They’re very cute wolf noises.”
“That’s because I was a wolf until about twenty minutes ago.”
Will shuffled down, pressing his hips against Sage’s. He shivered when he felt Sage’s hardness through his sleep pants.
“Fuck, sweetcakes.” Sage’s voice was husky from sleep and arousal. “Do you want me to just lie here? And you just do what feels good?”
Will stopped. He hadn’t even considered that. He’d assumed Sage would want to take charge and fully enjoy himself. Will wasn’t even sure what he should be doing, although his wolf was extremely eager to get Sage’s taste on his tongue.
Will swallowed hard. “I…don’t really know what you like.”
“I just want to see you enjoy yourself, sweetcakes. Anything you like.”
With any other person, Will might not have been able to continue, but he loved Sage, and his wolf trusted Sage.
At the same time though, Will was anxious about this. He had no idea how to enjoy himself with someone else. He’d never been given the chance to find that out. Sure, he’d kissed and made out as a teen, but that had been it. And it had been before.
It’s going to be fine with him.
Will did what his wolf was so eager for. He licked Sage; his chest, the underside of his jaw where his unshaved chin tickled, his nipples, which tightened at the contact.
Sage moaned and shivered, digging both hands into his pillow. And that was for Will. Sage made an effort not to touch Will. He was lying still, reacting. Enjoying. The wolf was all for that.
Heat shot down Will’s spine. His balls tightened, and he leaked sticky precum as he kissed and licked his way down to Sage’s navel.
He veered left until his tongue skimmed the black feathers inked there.
He kissed lower, and there it was—the slightly raised scar tissue the feathers hid under that dark ink.
“Does it hurt?” Will asked.
Sage lifted his head. He looked strained, his pupils so blown that the blue of his eyes was almost gone.
“Oh, the scar? No.”
Will kissed the raised tissue one last time, then went back to Sage’s abdomen, kissing the hard muscle as Sage’s eyes followed the trail of Will’s tongue.
“I like watching you do yoga in the mornings,” Will said, glancing up, his fingers curling around Sage’s waistband.
“Yeah? You’re telling me I haven’t been holding my half-moon bow extra-long in vain then? Good to know.” Sage sounded breathy, and Will smelled the headiness of his musk.
“Did you really?”
“I had a sexy werewolf in my bed, so what do you—ah, fuck!”
Sage sagged back against his pillow when Will found the courage to pull his pants down. He was leaking just as much as Will was, and it was beautiful to behold. Will hadn’t imagined it would ever be this way for him—he hadn’t been able to imagine anything like it.
Please let this work. Will took Sage’s tip in his mouth and sucked, licking up Sage’s salty taste.
“That’s so good, Will. Fuck. Fuck!”
Sage screamed the last bit when Will pulled his foreskin back and ran his tongue over the sensitive glans.
Getting Sage to where he could only writhe and moan. That was something Will was fully on board with, as was his wolf. Watching Sage’s enjoyment was his reward in a way, and having Sage’s taste on his tongue only made it better.
He knew he could get Sage off if he just kept going. He took his time licking along Sage’s cock and all the way down to his balls. The tightness there made Will’s own cock bob eagerly.
All of him makes me feel so good. This makes me feel so good. I want to make him feel good too.
Yet Will found it hard to just do and not think.
It helped that this was the morning after the full moon, but he was still constantly wondering what he should do.
He needed Sage happy. Satisfied. He knew that this would have been easier if Sage had taken charge.
Still, there was something to being allowed all this, to taste and touch and simply have Sage take it all in.
Before he could overthink it, Will moved back up Sage’s body until he could grip them together.
They were plenty slick enough to make the handjob good, and Sage’s cock so close to his had a low keening tearing out of Will—the human version of a howl.
He used his hands to touch them both, and he could tell from the way Sage’s breathing changed, from the wide eyes and the way he had the pillow in a death grip that he was close.
In that moment, Will felt powerful. He kept stroking them and watched as Sage came.
As if on instinct, Will went over the edge just moments later.
The sensation shook him, vibrating through him like the beat of a massive drum.
The feeling was almost foreign, but the pleasure, the bliss that followed was real.
When it ended, Will fused his lips to Sage’s. He loved how they smelled together. Loved the slickness of Sage’s skin, and the way he softened against him.
When they broke the kiss, Will wasn’t quite done yet. He bent down to lick Sage’s chest clean. The taste was a perfect amalgam of them both, warm and rich, salty, and slightly bitter.
“You know, I always thought cats were the ones who were into getting clean, but you are being very thorough.”
Will was going down Sage’s rib cage for a second time to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. Also, he’s ticklish here. I need to remember that. When I shift, I’ll tickle him and get him to cuddle me that way.
Will reluctantly paused what he was doing. “You don’t like this?”
Sage shook his head and brushed some of Will’s curls off his forehead. “It’s not that. It’s just that I don’t expect you to lick the cum off me, you know? There’s a shower for that.”
“What if I like licking you? You taste good.”
Sage chuckled. “No one’s ever told me that.” He stared into Will’s eyes, and for a long moment, neither of them moved. “Are you good, sweetcakes?”
“Yes. If you want to do something else next time, we can do that.”
Reluctantly, Will abandoned running his tongue over every part of Sage and settled against the other man’s side. He’d make it work, he would. He’d get over himself. He wanted Sage to get everything he wanted and needed out of this.
“Baby, look at me.” Sage tilted Will’s head up, his touch tender. “There’s no rush here, and no pressure. Never any pressure. We can go as fast or as slow as you need, and we can always stop.” He kissed Will. “I promise you, that’s what I want.”
Will’s heart was thundering in his chest, pounding so hard it felt like bursting. Truly mended. Will wanted to be that way, for Sage, just like the wolf wanted to protect Sage with tooth and claw.
Sage, predictably, slipped back into sleep, and Will lay wake, listening as Sage’s heartbeat slowed. It was like Will was loving Sage more with every single beat, just a tiny bit.