Mar 30, 2022
28 for @ragtagrunaways
Jacob rolled his hips on top of the other, his body laid across the other werewolf’s frame as the omega’s pheromones filled the room. The moon called to them both, and Jacob’s rising urge to be torn into was practically coming out of his pores. He buried his pit against Connor’s face, pushing the bristly hairs against the man’s agape mouth as he flexed his arm for the other. His free hand took a firm grip of the mattress as Jacob rocked his hips back and forth, idly riding the man while wearing nothing more than a jockstrap. “You like that?” Jacob asked, his voice low, husky, and full of desire as he let the other man breath him in. “It’s all yours baby.”
