“Please, Dorian,” Zane begs, and Dorian laughs in a low rumble.
“Patience, baby,” he murmurs, kissing his way down Zane’s back to the swell of his magnificent ass. He could write poems about this ass, if he was inclined to be a writer in any way. About the way it fills a pair of jeans and how it looks when it's flushed pink and then red when Zane is draped over his lap getting spanked. He can’t help but sink his teeth into one of the firm cheeks, laughing more at the hissed moan from Zane.
“You’re a sadist.”
“Guilty,” Dorian says easily, but it’s not like he wants to draw this out. He would much rather be buried to the hilt inside of that incredible heat by now, but it’s close to the moon, and that means a few very specific things.
Number one, it means that he is fighting for control much more than he has to during other times of the month. The feral, more primal part of him wants to take over and claim Zane all over again, push him down to the bed and fuck him until he smells like nothing but Dorian and knows who he belongs to.
Number two, it means that Zane’s going to get knotted.
And of course, after that first time, Zane has shown nothing but eagerness at this prospect, but Dorian’s not taking any chances. He wants to work Zane open thoroughly first so that he doesn’t hurt him.
He’s already got three fingers working in and out of that tight ass, so Zane is already a writhing, begging mess.
Usually, Dorian can ignore that for a while and continue his tease, but the animal inside of him is howling to claim, and Dorian’s not sure how much longer he can resist it.
“I’ll be fine. It’ll be fine,” Zane is whining. “I swear, Dorian, just please. Give it to me.”
Dorian growls and adds a fourth finger, pushing in hard. “You are going to get yourself hurt at this rate, pet.” And the need turns his voice husky and dark. “Is that what you want?”
“Maybe.”
Fuck. How is he supposed to hold back when Zane’s a little tease just begging to get wrecked?
“Such a greedy little slut,” Dorian growls, power bleeding into his voice. He pulls his fingers free and slicks up his cock, already hard and full. “You want it that badly, do you?”
“Yes,” Zane whines, and that’s all it takes to snap that last thread of restraint.
Dorian slides an arm under Zane’s hips, pulling him up until he’s on his knees, with his face and chest pressed into the bed. The perfect position for this, and one of Dorian’s favorite ways to see his little pet. Face down, ass up, legs spread so Dorian can see his pretty pink hole, that fox tail swishing back and forth above it.
It seems absurd to think that the considerable girth of his cock can fit in there, but he knows from experience that it can. All of it. Knot and everything.
And just thinking about it has his cock twitching.
So he’s done messing around.
He slaps Zane’s ass and soaks up the little noise of pleasure before pressing the head of his cock against the stretched hole, pushing in with one smooth movement. It’s amazing how Zane just takes it, how he cries out, but bows his back inward, his greedy ass swallowing Dorian’s cock to the hilt.
His hands grip those hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and if he were a bit less human he would howl with the thrill of owning something as beautiful and willing as Zane Bruins.
Since he’s still maintaining some level of decorum, he settles for pulling back slowly, dragging his cock out of Zane before he snaps his hips forward and shoves it back in. It’s easy to set a hard, fast pace, the way he knows Zane likes it. Fucking him into the mattress and keeping him pressed down with one hand pushing against his back.
“You love this, don’t you?” he manages to tease. “Taking my cock like the eager little slut you are. Tell me who you belong to, Zane.”
How Zane has breath left to talk when he’s panting and moaning with every exhale, Dorian doesn’t know, but when a litany of ‘yours, I’m yours, daddy, please’ spills out of him, Dorian's cock jerks, even where it's buried inside of the man under him.
“So good for me. Such a good boy. You’re going to take it all for me, aren’t you, baby? Every last inch in that greedy ass.” He slams forward again, and the high pitched whine from Zane tells him he hit that spot he’d been aiming for. “You love this. You love it when you get to take my knot. When I own you like you're my personal whore.”
“Yes, yes. Fuck, yes. Give it to me, daddy. I want it so bad. Want all of you.”
And how can he say no to that?
The beast inside of him is howling and clamoring for him to do it, to knot Zane and pump him full of his cum, but Dorian knows better. He reaches under Zane and grabs his cock, stroking it with just as much fervor as he’s moving his hips. “Come for me,” he orders, voice a thick, low rumble that demands obedience.
It’s the voice of the leader of a pack, and even though Dorian doesn’t have a pack to lead anymore, the power that goes with it is the same, and it does what it needs to.
Zane shudders and goes tight around him, making Dorian hiss at the sudden stranglehold on his dick. But Zane will be more relaxed after the last spasms of his orgasm fade away, and soon enough he’s going limp, legs still spread while he pants into the pillow.
Dorian can feel that swelling that means he’s close, and he reaches out, grabbing a handful of Zane’s hair and pulling him up. “Tell me you want it,” he whispers in Zane’s ear, tongue tracing the shell of it before he bites down on the lobe. “Beg for it, slut. Beg for my knot.”
He’s going to get it either way, but Dorian does love it when Zane, who is usually cocky and sure of himself, is reduced to begging whimpers.
“Please give it to me,” he says, voice still ragged from his harsh breathing. “Please. Wanna feel it in me. All of it, daddy, please.”
That’s all it takes.
The knot swells as it does when he’s this worked up this close to the full moon, and Dorian keeps pushing. He has just enough presence of mind to let go of Zane’s hair and reach for the lube, pouring more over the swollen flesh so that it will go in easier. He doesn’t want a repeat of that first time.
It’s a tight fit -- god, it’s so unbelievably tight -- but he pushes past that ring of muscle, leaning back to watch it as it goes in.
And really, Zane’s a marvel. Dorian’s not small even without extra werewolf bits, but he’s taken it all.
He strokes a hand down his back, listening to the breathy whimpers of pain and pleasure. “You’re such a good boy, baby. So good for me. You’re so good.” Praise drops from his lips as easily as the dirty talk was earlier, and he keeps working his hips, moving them in small circles.
“Daddy,” Zane practically sobs. “Gonna-- gonna come again.”
“Come on, baby,” Dorian says, and he leans forward, covering Zane’s body with his own. He can feel every spasm as Zane has his second release, and Dorian knows it won’t be long. He can barely hold back and the wolf is screaming that he needs to claim, to fill Zane right up and keep him there.
His groan of completion when it’s finally too much, is more like a snarl than anything else, and he bites down on Zane’s shoulder, hard enough that he’s tasting blood. Dorian comes for what feels like forever, and he knows that it’s going to be a mess once his knot goes down.
Zane is writhing under him, and Dorian think he’s maybe coming again, but that’s good. He licks the bite mark and shifts them once he can breathe again, moving so they can lay on their sides while they’re still joined together.
“Always forget how big it is,” Zane is panting, and he trembles against Dorian.
“You okay?”
He nods, and Dorian kisses his shoulder, the back of his neck, whispering praise and adoration and mine, mine, mine.