dorian clay

  ﹙HUNTER. TWENTY EIGHT.﹚

[dorianclay]

grayhowls‌:

Petyr was well aware of how much the other enjoyed his touches, and he was always more than happy to provide them to his fellow hunter. Or, well, most individuals truth be told. But, there had always been something about Dorian that drew him in more easily than he cared to admit, even in the quiet moments like this. His gaze met his fellow Alpha’s, and he barely held back a soft laugh the moment his lap was suddenly full of Dorian. One hand remained firm in those dark looks, keeping that contact going, whilst the other easily easily hooked around Dorian’s waist to keep him in place. Breathing in his scent greedily and actually allowed the laugh to escape at those words. “You realize anybody could come in, right? Likely or not. I hope you like being on display.” His word’s were a low growl at the end, even as firm fingers caught in to the fabric of his fellow wolfs shirt, Tugging it up, enough to instead duck his head against his chest, mouthing the pert bud of a nipple almost immediately.

the minuscule space between them bristled with a passion that he and petyr shared. something about being fellow hunters and the camaraderie they shared made this - sitting on petyr’s lap and breathing his candy-sweet scent in - effortless. the other’s hands in his dark locks were a comfort too; something about his hair being tousled brought a relaxed, loose smile to dorian’s features. when the other tugged on his shirt, he aided him in discarding the fabric, letting it drop carelessly to the tavern’s floor. the feel of the other’s rosy brims, hot and soft, on one of his nipples made dorian breathe out a moan and clutch at the back of petyr’s head to forbid himself from reeling backwards. “why wouldn’t i like being on display, especially when i am with you?” the tavern was still empty, but the ruckus they were about to make would surely attract other wolves. it was like sweet blood in shark-infested waters. “let’s give ‘em a show,” he said before leaning down to capture petyr’s mouth in a heated, fiery kiss. dorian shivered, with want and lust, into the other’s mouth.

[dorianclay]

bbybrooks‌:

      it  had  been  weeks  since  the  two  had  been  this  way.   hell  even  properly  spoken  to  each  other.   their  day  to  day  lives  keeping  them  busy.   jayden  in  the  kitchens,  making  bread,  while  dorian  out  hunting.   both  getting  food  for  their  packs.    but  when  he  saw  him  enter  the  bakery  tonight,  watching  him  as  he  finally  finished  cleaning  the  table  from  any  flour,  he  smiled.    with  that,  everything  had  gone  in  a  flash,  feeling  their  lips  meet,  their  clothes  torn  off  of  each  other.    he  knew  that  they  had  craved  each  other,  especially  since  they  had  been  gone  from  each  other  this  long.    “   i  missed  you,  daddy,  ”   jayden  whispered,  feeling  the  man  inside  him,  snapping  back  to  the  present.   he  felt  his  body  move  with  the  other,  enjoying  the  scent  they  both  gave  off.

a hand rose up and wounded itself around the curve of jayden’s throat, squeezing gently to feel the racing pulse underneath. having his fingers wrapped around jayden’s pulse gave dorian a sense of authority that he reveled in, so much that his thrusts grew faster - and more feral. “you missed daddy?” he rasped into the other’s ear, lowly, “why don’t you show him just how much you missed him, hmm?” dorian brought the other closer, his chest now pressed against the other’s rattling spine, and let his cock sink within jayden fully. he did not pull out, letting the omega feel the length: its thickness, growth and warmth. 

“you feel so good, baby boy,” lips left a chaste kiss on the nape of jayden’s neck, 

“i don’t ever want to pull out.” 

[dorianclay]

saw endgame today and got emotionally drained so, replies tomorrow! both dorian and i miss you all.

[ghafahey]

alec looking at magnus ( 51 / ?? )

[ghafahey]

alec looking at magnus ( 56 / ?? )

[alphavalen-blog]

dorianclay‌:

dorian’s hands roamed upon his own length, massaging the veined rod. it was a cool day and he was too indolent to exit his bed so it was just him and his trusted hand, working feverishly, until vale barged in. “shit, man,” he chuckled at the other, the edges of his mouth wrung up in a grin. “you could’ve knocked first,” dorian said, hand still firmly wrapped around his erect cock; the other’s timing was impeccable.

The alpha was super embarrased especially at how hot the other looked while he was pleasing himself. He covered his eyes in shame laughing at himself. He didnt know what to say. “I know I know i’m sorry.” he was nervous as hell to be in this situation. “Should I just go, I dont want to make you feel uncomfortable.” 

[dorianclay]

“no,” dorian said, rather briskly. he didn’t want the other to go — in fact, he wanted the opposite. he wanted valen to feast upon his cock and revel in his beauty. he wanted valen to be a noble acolyte and worship him. “come here, gorgeous,” dorian patted one of his own thighs and then, beckoned the other closer. he wanted him to become undone.

[alphavalen-blog]

@dorianclay

The alpha had been flirting with the other for quiet a while now, dropping subtle hints at how attractive he was and all that. He was hoping that it wasnt too straight-forward and he hadn’t turned Dorian off or anything. He decided to take him up on that offer of hanging out. He asked around if they had seen the dark-haired man, which lead him to the cabin that the wolf stayed in. Forgetting his manners, Val forgot to knock on the the other’s door. He had caught the other touching himself in his bed, unexpectedly. “Shit!” he turned around and faced the wall. “I am so sorry Dorian, i shouldn’t of walked in like that.” 

[dorianclay]

dorian’s hands roamed upon his own length, massaging the veined rod. it was a cool day and he was too indolent to exit his bed so it was just him and his trusted hand, working feverishly, until vale barged in. “shit, man,” he chuckled at the other, the edges of his mouth wrung up in a grin. “you could’ve knocked first,” dorian said, hand still firmly wrapped around his erect cock; the other’s timing was impeccable.

[daddariodaily]

[makanixparata-blog]

dorianclay‌:

on frequent occasions, dorian was the dominant one, all rough hands and sharp row of teeth, all swirling violence and thick desperation to conquer and to reign. but, standing within the space of makani’s arms, his power was muzzled almost, unable to overcome the other’s; makani held the reins and even if he didn’t, dorian would gladly offer them to him. nostrils flared as he inhaled that musk, that ashy scent of raw power, that thick aroma which signaled the other’s growing desires. 

“and, if anyone can handle me, it’s you,” he whispered into the crook of the other’s neck, pearly whites tugging on his lips as makani’s hands allowed dorian’s calloused ones to guide them. he led them between his thighs where they roamed and burned, caressing the flesh there. the soft caresses they left on dorian’s balls had them aching for more touch, more attention. “yeah, i doubt it,” dorian agreed as he drew closer, letting his patch of skin come into contact with the other’s cock. it was veined and glorious, a manhood whose size was unrivaled, and dorian longed for it inside him desperately. “you’re - truly blessed.” 

slowly, a hand would creep down the other’s torso, fingertips teasing the hardened muscles there, and make its way to said cock before wrapping his fingers around it. dorian could feel the blood clustering there and he could feel it flourish within the cage of his digits, growing to a size that pressed against his palm. “perhaps, you could fuck my problems out of me, alpha,” he cast his eyes upwards, locking with the other’s. “just tear me open and breed me  - viciously - like the sybaritic animals we both are.” 

“I’m honored that you see me as one of the only ones capable of handling you,” Makani teased, playful quality to his tone as the pads of his fingertips continued to tease the other’s wet skin. Even though the water would’ve normally made the skin slick, the coarse hair that ran along the other’s skin - hinting as to just how much a man Dorian had grew up to be - made it a bit rough, just as the callous fingers that brushed against his own skin. Feeling the fingers encircle around the thick shaft, fingertips already unable to touch one another as they wrapped around his girth despite only being partially hard, Makani had to stop from groaning as their eyes met, their eyes no doubt darker now as they filled with lust as they peered into one another’s soul.

“I’m sure I could, but the man in me wants to at least be gentle… work you up before I fuck you like the animals we are inside,” Makani spoke, fingers continued to stroke the other wolf’s thick cock, eyes casting downwards to get a glimpse of it underneath the ripples of the water. Thick with veins and a bulbous head that he was sure made a pair of lips or two stretch to encompass the girth, and he couldn’t help but smile as he tugged the skin back to expose more of the head, the smell of the other’s arousal growing thicker. “Would you rather my fingers work you up, or my tongue?” he asked, leaning down just enough so that his forehead was now pressing against the other’s, lips only centimeters away - close enough that he could feel Dorian’s warm breath upon his lips.

[dorianclay]

dorian’s insides shivered from anticipation and want — his patience was wearing thin and gauzy, he could feel it. he knew makani’s cock was massive from all the times he’d glimpsed at its outline, protruding out of his sheer trousers, on hunts and in the hunters’ hall but he hadn’t envisage to be this massive. it was a veined, glorious beast that dorian’s palm couldn’t quite wrap itself around and it stirred, with blood and lust, growing in his firm grasp. he wanted to fall onto his feels and worship it, right here, right now, but makani’s hands that roamed his physique gave too much pleasure for dorian to shrug them off. “i want to feel those strong fingers, the ones that’d broken bones and torn flesh,” dorian breathed over the other’s ajar mouth before capturing it in a kiss, in a dance of tongues.

[havocprotege]

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Keeping himself quiet by muffling himself against the Alpha’s lips, Edric pushed the other back a bit so that he was resting against one tree at the edge of the river; his hand still teasingly pumping over his thick length. “You going to make me beg, or what?” Edric mumbled, his voice almost sounding like a whine as his lips slowly made their way down to Dorian’s neck. “Can’t you smell it off me? How bad I want you right now?” He was being stubborn, he didn’t want to beg when he thought it was obvious just how we he was with slick as he worked his hand over the alpha’s cock. he didn’t want to put the thoughts in his head into words; he just wanted Dorian to know what he wanted.

Edric didn’t want to admit how desperate he was to feel the Alpha and his knot inside him. “Don’t make me beg,” he added on as he pressed his own erection, still covered by the loose linen pants he was wearing, against Dorian’s leg. “You know what I want…”

[dorianclay]

the grasp of edric’s hand around his cock was enough to make dorian winded and breathless, the pleasure invading the depths of his lungs. it was a sultry, hot day and the skin of his hand was slick with sweat that seemed to, conveniently, lubricate dorian’s length which glistened in the daylight, erect and heavy with blood. he knew how much the omega wanted him, how much he wanted dorian to make him shriek and become undone beneath him, but everyone had to earn their sweet prizes. edric would have to earn this one rightfully. “no, edric, my nose doesn’t seem to be working well right now so i can’t smell it off you,” he said and then grinned, the corners of his mouth arching up in dark amusement, “so, why don’t you show me just how badly you want it?” a hand on the top of edric’s head nudged him downwards, hinting at what dorian wanted him to do. he wanted him to fall onto his knees, and worship him. 

[dorianclay]

grayhowls‌:

The head landing against his shoulder was a familiar one, the affection in the action enough to coax a grin from the older wolf. Waiting little more than a beat before bringing one his own hands up, fingers curling slowly in to Dorian’s hair in reaction to that comment. Soft fingers toying with the strands, before turning his head enough to graze lips against jaw. “Do you, huh? That’s not a terrible suggestion as all. Gonna make me take you all the way home?” His word’s were a gentle murmur, even as the hand not curled in to Dorian’s hair shifted until it could settle on the other’s waist.

he loved the feel of petyr’s fingers in his dark locks; the way they glided through and wounded them up in a messy hop was satisfying, pleasant, and slightly arousing. it felt like a wind’s caress, soft and gentle. “yes, please,” dorian leaned in so that their foreheads touched and gazes leveled; in the comforting dark of petyr’s eyes, he caught a gauzy portrait of himself. then, abruptly, he rose to his two feet and leapt onto petyr’s lap, straddling his sides, so that they were closer than ever, body pushed up against body. the only sounds in the tavern were dorian’s and petyr’s breaths, electric and sharp. he leaned in, again, pressing their foreheads together. “or, we could, i don’t know, have fun here. all the other hunters are out so i don’t think anyone is going to disturb us,” he whispered over petyr’s mouth before grinning, from cheek to cheek. it was the kind of grin that also happened to be a plea, asking petyr to agree to what he’d proposed. 

[dorianclay]

Jackson

“i hope he isn’t still sore from the last time we, eh, decided to spend some quality time together. jackson is pure sunshine and sunflowers and the softness of baby flowers. i could describe him using all sorts of poetic, exaggerated metaphors and it still wouldn’t be hyperbolic enough — because jackson truly is all of those things.”  

[dorianclay]

Makani

“makani is exceptional. he understands, emphasizes and cares for each wolf in his pack. on a personal note, he’s also a very loving man and—” his voice drops to a whisper, “his cock is a fucking beast, it’s amazing.”   

[dorianclay]

Jamal

“sex on a stick. he’s a beau that takes center-stage in my memories every now and then when i am alone and aroused. the things we did in the past are so extraordinary that i fear if i put them into words, the memories of them will lose their value. i am looking forward to spending more time with him.” 

[dorianclay]

Valen

“there are quite a few things i could say about valen but the most important statement is how attractive he is. plump ass? check. rosy lips? check. powerful stamina? check. rough and feral? check. i’d be ecstatic if he stumbled upon my cabin door in the near future.”

[dorianclay]

Seth

“virgin. baby. i heard he’s going into heat soon, so that’s rather exciting.” 

[dorianclay]

Meeeeee.

“you are jamal’s mate, aren’t you? i see you around quite often — so, it’s surprising that we have yet to talk. you seem fun though, like a pleasant drinking partner. of course, i would be the victor if it was a drinking competition and you were my opponent.”