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[ezra-ghoshal]

inside a gazebo while it rains. from Emmett ( @emmettxthorne )

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After there long battle against the gazebo, the two heroes found themselves in the throws of --!

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Ezra hums into their kiss, his hips grinding themselves into Emmett's. His hands take hold of the wereshark's, lightly pinning them above the fellow alpha's head. The selkie had seen Emmett around New Haven for a while, often at the mall during his shift. Ezra had often thought about the wereshark and his uniform and how form-fitting it looked on him. It didn't help that Ezra had a fascination with weresharks as the selkie had grown up in an artic town free of weresharks. Not by choice as Ezra came to learn, but that's a whole other story.

Ezra had planned for a picnic with the fellow alpha, bringing a basket filled with food from the farm and even a blanket for them to sit themselves down on. However, no amount of planning will account for the sudden rain. Ezra managed to get them both under the gazebo before the rain "really laid on something fierce" as he would say. These would be words Ezra would also use to describe what he would do to Emmett later on. It wasn't Ezra's original intent of the picnic, but the selkie wasn't complaining as he continued to grind his bare hips against Emmett's.

The selkie's cock slid itself passed Emmett's hole. Ezra's low groans and moans accompanied nicely by the rain tapping on top of the gazebo's roof. The selkie presses kisses across the other's neck, savoring the feel of the wereshark's skin before pushing in the head of his cock into Emmett's hole. "Hope you're mighty comfy, 'cus it's about to be a helluva ride."