24
Kylo
His surroundings fade into crisp focus as his eyes adjust. He doesn’t move right away, laying still as he glances down at his body, now fully shifted. It worked. He’s slightly astonished that the venom was able to keep him under long enough for him to regain awareness before waking. And that it wasn’t terrifying—didn’t paralyze him like his last encounter. With the sheer amount of venom injected into his bloodstream, without being paired with consumption, it acted purely like an anesthetic.
Taking a deep breath, his lungs fill with the scent clinging to every corner of the room, saturated in the beds he’s lying on. Lathan’s scent. It’s now that his blood begins to heat, remembering their agreement.
His large frame shifts on the connected mattresses, causing the wood beneath to creak as he rises into a seated position, sliding his legs off the edge. The thick skin of his soles soak up the refreshing coolness of the old hardwood floor. He takes another breath and swallows before lifting his head toward Lathan—who sits in his desk chair, turned toward him with his arms resting on his legs—meeting his stare.
Gods, you’re so fucking attractive.
The urge to have his way with his partner feels like it’s burning between layers of his skin, flooding Kylo’s whole body with the desire, as if his blood is molten lava screaming for release. He tries to stifle it, but the animalistic instinct to ravage him is a challenge to quell.
“Ky?” Lathan asks softly, just like the first time he transformed in front of him, making sure he truly has returned to himself.
“Lathan,” he pushes out with his altered vocal cords, deep and rough, like a growl. As the name enters the air between them, his mouth twists into a sharp, grinning display of teeth, and he slowly lifts himself to standing. The height difference between them is a good two feet as his boyfriend remains seated.
Lathan just stares up in silent awe. His expression lands somewhere between apprehension and excitement with his slightly widened eyes. Cautiously, he stands as well and wanders up to the werewolf, who stays statue-still as he extends a hand to bury his fingers into Kylo’s furred cheek, stroking the russet brown. “I’m glad you’re awake. How do you feel?”
It’s an innocent question, but Kylo’s mind is currently anything but. Nuzzling against Lathan’s hand, a purr-like rumble echoes up his throat and vibrates the hand against his face. Kylo clenches his fists, trying to subdue his strength—his urges—before placing his hands on Lathan’s waist and walking him back until he’s pressed firmly against the desk. Leaning down until his face hovers beside Lathan’s ear, he answers his question with one telling word: “ Hot .”
There’s so much more I could say. How badly I want him right now. How crazed his scent is making me feel. Fuck. Damn these restraining vocal cords.
Lathan’s breathing becomes weighted, his chest clearly huffing in anticipation. Kylo watches him seductively with lidded eyes as he hesitates before tugging off his shirt—claws snag on the fabric and tear a small hole in its side.
“Guide me.” Lathan says, throwing his shirt to the floor before returning his attention to the beast pinning him.
In retrospect, they should have had a much longer conversation about this—the logistics, the process, how it might feel. But in this moment, both of them seem to have their minds preoccupied.
Kylo licks up the side of Lathan’s neck to his jaw, and he tilts his head up in response. Paw-like hands snake around Lathan’s bare torso, claws pressing onto his skin. Lathan flattens a hand on Kylo’s chest, his fingers gripping the long fur, yanking him toward him.
Kylo jerks forward with the vampire’s strength. His briefs are holding on for dear life, torn at the seams and stretched out to accommodate his wider bone structure and thicker musculature. At the front, his erection now teases Lathan’s lower stomach, constricted by his waistband.
Lowering his hands onto Lathan’s ass, he hauls him up onto his hips with ease—something he would never be able to do on a regular day. Spinning around toward the bed, he lays his boyfriend down onto his back. It’s taking careful consideration to hold himself back. He’s trying to be as mindful as possible of his new strength, both to not harm him and to not take things faster than Lathan is ready for. What they’re doing—cross-species intimacy while transformed—is uncommon at best, and lethal at worst.
Using a talon, he digs it under Lathan’s belt, releasing the end from the metal buckle. As badly as I want to tear into your clothes like a birthday present, they’re frankly too nice to ruin. So, please, make this easier for the both of us and strip, pretty boy . Placing his hands on the vampire’s thighs, gripping his jeans, Kylo growls a command: “Off.”
Without breaking eye contact, Lathan undoes his pants, leaving his belt looped through. He shoves them down, but not quick enough; Kylo fists the bunched fabric at Lathan’s ankles and yanks them off, tossing them behind him to the wall across the room. Lathan huffs below him, looking from where they land, back to Kylo’s growing heat.
Reaching down, Kylo demolishes his own confines by slicing through the overstretched elastic keeping the piece of fabric covering his groin. The elastic snaps, the fabric tumbles to the floor between his legs, and he stands before Lathan unsheathed and on full display.
His chest heaves as he decides what to do. Admittedly, he wants to kiss him—have their tongues dance in each other’s mouths—but that’s not exactly possible with his large, extended jaw, and the rows of sharp teeth it houses.
As he contemplates his next move, Lathan’s knees fold open. The action returns Kylo’s attention to the body he’s staring down at, and he watches him grow hard below him. Lathan grabs Kylo’s mitt of a hand, hooking one of his fingers under the band of his briefs.
“Tear them off,” Lathan instructs, having just watched Kylo do the same to his own, and his abs tense, strengthening the definition of his musculature.
Kylo’s eyes eat him up, his lava-like urges becoming too hot to handle. Curling in his finger, the claw pierces the material. With one firm tug, he shreds his briefs into ribbons, scooping his palm to avoid nicking Lathan’s skin. The underwear floats to the floor, joining the rest of the massacred clothing, leaving his boyfriend’s lower body completely naked. Hunching down, he grabs Lathan’s calves and drags him until his legs are off the bed and his face is no more than a foot away from Kylo’s throbbing member, twice the size Lathan’s familiar with.
He watches as Lathan’s eyes trail up his body before curling up so he’s sitting somewhat upright. Though, he doesn’t stop there. With one hand gripping the bedframe, keeping him from sliding off entirely, he continues to lean forward and takes the base of Kylo’s cock with his other hand, running his tongue around its girth.
A low, pleasured rumble erupts from Kylo.
Fuuuck , he hisses in his mind, You’re such a tease. The things I want to do with you, Lathan.
His hands clench and release as he tries to stabilize himself from becoming wild and losing control. He hesitates the lift of an arm before allowing it to land on Lathan’s shoulder, his claws pressing gently. He watches as Lathan opens his mouth and takes in as much of Kylo’s length as he can—a daunting task at the size he has become. But he pulls back and does it again, working the hand he has wrapped around the base up and down in the absence of his mouth.
With a purr, he tilts back his head and tightens the grip around Lathan’s shoulder, pinching his scars and tattoos without breaking skin. The buildup of anticipation and the burning desire for his boyfriend has made him extremely sensitive to the touch, and as Lathan continues, it’s even harder to show restraint. Beginning to pant with heated whimpers, his toes curl against the floor, nicking the wood. Without thinking, his free hand moves to tangle fingers in Lathan’s long, loose hair, encouraging him as a knot tightens in his stomach.
The more Kylo reacts, the further Lathan pushes into him, quickening his pace. It’s when he twirls his tongue, twisting and drawing his saliva up and down, Kylo’s heat begins to boil over. As he approaches the finish line, he has a sudden worry—that his partner could choke—and releases the grip on Lathan’s head before pulling out from his mouth at the last second. Curling forward with a deep, guttural growl, he uses his hand to lower his aim, emptying himself onto his boyfriend’s chest.
He lets out a rippled exhale, composing himself before returning his gaze to Lathan, dripping with werewolf DNA, trying to catch his own breath. Who knew you’d be even hotter as a glazed donut? Kylo stands tall again as a drowsy-eyed, devilish grin lifts his jowls. But I’m not done with you yet.
Releasing the grip he has on himself, his length immediately springs back up.
Lathan’s face changes. His eyes widen, staring up at Kylo’s still-hardened cock, despite his release mere moments prior. He lets out a nervous, exasperated laugh. “You didn’t tell me about that .”
A laugh-like breath escapes Kylo’s maw, but before Lathan can move or clean himself up, Kylo scoops him back into his arms and tosses him further onto the beds. He decides carefully on two words to instruct Lathan, priming him for what they have both been so nervous and excited for.
“Get,” he grits past his teeth with slow, intentional precision “comfortable.”
The vampire’s face flushes—a rare occurrence—and his hands tremble as he fumbles to sit himself up. Kylo watches as his mind is obviously spinning from the prompt given—an important part of the conversation they should’ve had. But he shows the beast of the night his unwavering trust as he flips over, offering Kylo full access to his backside.
Joining him on the bed, which once again cries under his weight, he presses into Lathan to make him aware of their closeness before he goes any further. Lathan takes a deep inhale, still attempting to recover his breath. Kylo pulls back and—his member wet and ready—carefully pokes his head against his partner’s entrance. He opens his jaw and lets the accumulated saliva, built up from his arousal and Lathan’s smell, spill down onto his cock, lubricating himself, and Lathan, as he enters as steadily as he can muster, only venturing inside an inch to gauge a reaction. Lathan’s body tenses at the pressure, but without any words of discomfort or wishes to stop, Kylo continues.
Holding Lathan’s hips, keeping his muscles tense to avoid going too fast, he slowly presses deeper, until his entire length has settled inside of him. Lathan groans breathlessly, a whine of both pain and surprise, which takes the air from his lungs. He grips the sheets tightly, his fists paling with his strength, and hides his face in his arm. “Sh-shit,” he stammers into his skin.
Kylo’s body begs to be freed from these careful actions—especially after that reaction, only turning him on more. It’s taking a great deal of self-control to keep going like this despite wanting nothing more than to ravage Lathan until they’re both tired and sore. Swallowing, he pushes that urge down.
“Okay?” Kylo manages to ask, though he wishes he could be more specific with his vocabulary, to nail down exactly how his partner is fairing beneath him.
It takes Lathan a second to answer, adjusting to the feeling of being so full , stretched wide in a way he’s never been before. “Keep going,” he bites out, turning his head slightly so his words aren’t muffled in his arm.
Kylo purrs in response, gripping his hips tighter as he removes most of his length with a drawn-out pull.
Lathan hisses to himself at the action. “Ky,” he says, propping himself up onto his elbows more, “stop teasing me.”
With that, Kylo’s eyes flash with the fire of desire that’s still scorching through his veins.
As you wish.
He growls before plunging himself forward, hitting Lathan’s base with a firm smack. Lathan yelps, clasping a hand over his mouth before his elbows fall away from him and he collapses onto the bed. The sounds from his lover makes Kylo’s heart race; he lets his muscles relax and allows his instincts to finally take over. The ravenous urge begins to create a strong rhythm as his claws poke into Lathan’s hips, drawing small dots of blood to the surface. The more he thrusts, the more he pants— bottomless growls fill their room, and a new sensation he’s never experienced begins to brew inside him.
The vampire below him whines into the blankets, biting down on a clump of fabric. His breath is harsh through his nose as Kylo pounds into him. Though, Kylo can sense that the longer they go, the more Lathan’s body acclimates to the feeling—his body easing into the action, his sounds shifting to that of deep pleasure.
Kylo’s body is now acting on autopilot, as his mind floods with this new, unnamed sensation . Folding himself over Lathan, his hands carve into the mattress on either side of his head, while his hind legs bend and raise, flexed, clawed toes hooking into place for stability—locking him and Lathan together. Curling his face down, he breathes in the delicious scent of citrus and musk that emanates from the vampire. His mouth continues to salivate heavily from the intensity of his scent, sweet and savoury, causing him to lick up Lathan’s sweat and pant steamed breaths into his ear. This position has him thrusting deeper, more forcefully. It’s all too good. Lathan feels like ecstasy, tastes like the most decadent dessert, drowning him in this undeniable need.
A shock bursts through him, igniting from the core of his being, and he bites down on the space between Lathan’s neck and right shoulder. As his teeth sink into him and his tongue presses firmly against his skin, his pupils dilate and fully cover his irises. Kylo’s mind suddenly shifts, and everything that Lathan is encompasses him. Lathan’s scent flows through him like a never-ending river, his pleasure becomes Kylo’s pleasure, and his heartbeat syncs with the vampire’s quick yet faint rhythm. The blood that hits his taste buds is deliciously metallic and mild in sweetness—rather than the bitter and rotten flavour Lathan’s blood had previously left in his mouth. As his tongue swirls around the fangs puncturing flesh, swallowing the excess saliva that’s now mixed with blood, Kylo’s thoughtless body revels in this heightened state of pleasure, connection, and animalistic desire.
It isn’t the vicious bite Lathan has experienced before, but a seductive, heated one that shifts something inside both of them—Kylo can feel it. Lathan cries out in waves of sounds Kylo has never heard him make before. Desperate, breathy, shrill. His eyes roll back so he closes them, panting into the blankets as his hands search for something, anything to grab for leverage. Lathan struggles to pull in full breaths of air, and Kylo’s rumbling against him—from the immense jaw clamped over his shoulder—seems to send his mind into overdrive. He reaches a weak hand to where Kylo’s paw-like hand is dug into the mattress and grips his thick wrist.
“K-Ky,” Lathan gasps sharply before continuing to whimper moans. “ Fuck… ”
As Lathan says his name, hot electricity floods his system, sparking across his body like fireworks, and he releases a sound akin to a short howl as he comes. His muscles trembling slightly, he slumps further onto his boyfriend and releases his jaw, licking the puncture wounds. He can feel his irises shrink in size as he does, vision clarifying from the blur of what overtook him, the overwhelming sensation beginning to dissipate.
Beads of sweat crawl down Lathan’s skin and make his muscles glisten in the warm, dim lighting. Lathan’s body quivers and he shudders in breaths, trying to fill his lungs as he glances over his marked shoulder with exhausted eyes.
Moments pass—seconds or minutes, Kylo is not sure—before he pushes his hands off the bed to lift himself up. He tilts his head to the ceiling, sighing out a steamed breath before taking in the flustered mess of a man he has created. Gently, he places his hands on Lathan’s cut, bruised hips and slowly pulls himself out—a sticky mess dripping onto their sheets. He snags his towel from the wall hook, takes the water bottle from his desk, and then returns to the bed, taking a seat on its edge. Placing the items next to Lathan, he runs a knuckle over the man’s cheek and brushes his hair behind his ear.
I love you—everything you are and everything you ever will be. Your body, your heart, your soul —you are a marvel that I endlessly adore. You’re mine , Lathan Park. And I want nothing more than to make you happy.
Lathan continues to huff, but looks up at Kylo with gentle eyes. Through his fatigue, he smirks cheekily. “Are you sure you’re done?” he says, referring to Kylo’s instant rebound from his oral gratification.
Kylo rumbles another purr, his eyes narrowing as his mouth twists back into that fanged grin. He touches the end of his muzzle to Lathan’s cheek, giving it a small lick. His way of saying, ‘ Funny. No, we’re done. But thank you. ’
He receives a half-assed nod in response before he watches Lathan’s eyes close, his breathing beginning to calm. After a little while, he pushes himself up, wincing slightly, and makes use of the towel. Then he brushes his fingertips over the bite mark etched into the side of his neck, his shoulder, running over the indents of broken skin.
He looks back up at Kylo, somewhat mischievously. “Does this mean what I think?”
Kylo side-eyes Lathan, baring his teeth slightly as he shrugs. So what if it does? he would ask. He kicks his feet off the ground and rolls onto his back next to a seated Lathan. Looking over him, he takes in his messy, marked, sweaty glory. It’s a good look.
Lathan exhales and looks away, his face flushing just a little brighter than it already is—a feat Kylo didn’t know possible for someone with such little blood flow, but he’s proud to cause it. Then he lies back from where he sits, his back and head resting along Kylo’s long, sturdy torso. Raising a hand, he pets the wolf’s fur absentmindedly with the back of it; a self-soothing gesture. Kylo lets out a pleased sigh and closes his eyes, relishing Lathan’s soft pets. One arm draped over his head, the other wrapped overtop Lathan’s abdomen, holding him.
Eventually, Lathan’s hand stops moving, sunk into Kylo’s fur, and he falls asleep. With a full heart and an exhausted body, Kylo smiles sweetly to himself before his mind floats off, following his boyfriend into the land of dreams.