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Marcelâs thumbs hooked under the elasticated waistband of Hansonâs shorts. One sharp tug was all it took to yank them down and leave them to pool about his ankles, baring him to the forest clearing theyâd stopped in. The red of the zombieâs cheeks spread, creeping along his skin until it painted the tips of his ears a vibrant pink. They were alone here â he knew that. And yet the ever-unlikely chance of being spotted in public played on his mind. The mere idea of it horrified him but there was something⌠Something about the gulp in his throat, the sweat on his brow, and the rush of fear that darted up his spine and sent him shivering, that had ignited the desire inside him.
All at once, Hansonâs undead nerves caught on fire. Even the lightest brushes of Marcelâs fingertips were enough to draw little gasp from his lips â the bites and gropes had attracted moans. They were only small ones for now, eager whines that escaped every time he felt teeth against his skin, but he knew the larger ones were soon to come. It was so embarrassing, how loud he always got. When he was alone he barely made a noise at all, suppressing everything no matter how close he was. How did his boyfriend manage it? His soft little kisses, his eager bites, the firm press of his fingers⌠Within minutes, heâd tore away the zombieâs shell, leaving him to grip at the trunk of the nearest tree and groan as his cock stirred between his legs.
Marcel laughed and Hanson felt it against his skin. His breath tickled, hitting him right between his spread cheeks and making him jolt where he stood. He was so close⌠so close to finally pressing his lips to the one place the zombie wanted them the most.
âFuckâŚâ he murmured, shuffling his feet apart and bending further. He was so eager he felt it didnât need saying, and yet he still let the words pass his lips. âY-Yeah⌠Yeah.â
His ass pushed out just in time to meet the lycanâs harsh smack. It sent a cry rippling from Hansonâs throat, his eyes widening in shock. Marcel mustâve hit him hard â he could feel the sting buzzing under the otherâs fingers. It almost made him want to be hit again.
âYeah,â he said once more, louder and with a sharper certainty this time. âP-Please.â
The sound reverberated through the cool air. The warm slap of his hand against Hansonâs ass. The sharp moan that followed. It made his whole body shudder, pounding with rising need. His hard cock throbbed inside his jogging pants, tenting visibly against the soft fabric. He needed this every bit as badly as Hanson â his relative stoicism, his quiet passion, was only out of focus on his boyfriend.Â
Strong hands drew inward again, gripping Hanson anew and spreading him wide. He wanted him as open as he could be â exposed to the elements about them. It was the public nature of their tryst â the relative freedom of their impromptu passion â that made Marcel all the more eager to get started.Â
âŚbut not so eager that he didnât tease his boyfriend. He let Hanson shake and shudder under his unwavering gaze. The muscles of his arms and legs. The arch of his back. His most intimate area, spread so eager to be filled. Marcel let himself feel the weight of his gaze â let him process that he was studying every inch of him.Â
Utter denial of pleasure was not his endgame, however, and he soon found himself pressed down and against Hanson. He pressed a final kiss to the center of his back, sharpened fangs grazing against skin enough to leave a mark, before he bowed down lower. âPleaseâŚ?â he repeated, with a wide smirk, âHow could I say no to thatâŚ?â
He pressed his tongue flat to his entrance at first, pressing a soft circle about him in teasing motions. No insertion â no pressure that Hanson so clearly needed â but initial contact. Warm affection that eased him open. He squeezed him anew, leaning back momentarily then pushing back inward.Â
Marcel curled his tongue and pushed it deeper. His hands raised and found new grips on Hansonâs waist. Pulling him back and meeting each eager push inside. Eager to hear every needy sound â every breathy pant and lustful groan â from his boyfriend. So eager to please him. To hear him breakdown and cry out for more and more.Â
Marcelâs hands sank into his skin, gripping him hard and spreading him wide. He could feel his cheeks being parted, the edges of his rim stretching with each tug of his ass as his most sensitive area was exposed to the crisp morning air. All it took was a light breeze to make him clench up as hard as he could. Hanson whined. He couldnât see what his boyfriend was doing and yet he knew he was staring at him, smirking as he always did. There wasnât anyone else in the world that he could trust like this; no-one else he could ever let watch and touch him in this way.
A sudden kiss to his back made him jolt. It wasnât Marcelâs lips that had surprised him but the fangs they concealed, each of their sharpened tips catching at his skin and leaving fresh marks in their wake. He so desperately wanted them to feel them again, not along his spine but between his legs, digging into him as he was eaten thoroughly. He could never bring himself to say so but with Marcel he didnât need to - the lycan always seemed to know exactly what Hanson was thinking, whether Hanson wanted him to or not.
He could hear the leaves crunching under Marcelâs feet as he crouched down. The breath from each word of the lycanâs smirked remark tickled at his skin, punctuating every syllable as he leant in and pressed his tongue to him. Hanson gripped the tree harder and whined, his knees jerking where he stood. He wanted more. His boyfriendâs tongue was both everything and not enough all at once, making him squirm and shift, eager to be entered. Just one more push was all it would take. If anything, this was more frustrating than not being touched at all.
Marcel pulled back and Hanson whimpered. The anguished noise lasted barely a moment before the lycan plunged back in. He stretched his rim slowly, rolling around it before pushing his tongue deep into his insides. âF-Fuck!â Hanson moaned and his knees quivered. He hated how loud he was. The forest clearing they were in wasnât far from their regular hiking trail and the mere thought of someone being able to hear him as they went past was mortifying. Perhaps even more embarrassing than that though was the way it also made his cock twitch between his legs and an excited smile spread across his lips.
âM-More,â he murmured, sliding further down the tree trunk and pushing his hips back, desperately trying to get Marcel deeper inside him. He never wanted him to stop.









