People like to go on about how dangerous it is to date a werewolf, and how brave Tobias must be to trust one enough to let him that close. Tobias doesn’t see it as bravery, though. He loves Liam, and there are so many good things about having a werewolf for a boyfriend.
There’s the times when Liam gets so protective and clingy, holding onto him and keeping him close, lavishing him with affection and snuggles and making sure that Tobias is covered liberally in his scent.
There are the times when he’s a wolf, too, of course, and it’s like having an overgrown puppy in the house. Tobias feeds him and pets him and makes sure he can get out when he wants to run, and it all very adorable, even if other people do think it’s terrifying.
And then, of course, there are the nights like this one. Close to the full moon, with the call of it under Liam’s skin. He always gets just a touch more feral, a bit rougher around the edges when the sky looks like it does tonight, and Tobias loves it.
He loves those hands on him, holding him down and opening him up, making him take all that Liam has to give him.
And it’s always a lot.
On nights like this, it’s like Liam can’t get enough of him. Fingers wrapped around Tobias’ wrists tight, holding him down so he can eat him out until Tobias is shaking and on the verge of tears. His soft thighs are bruised from Liam’s fingers and teeth, lingering marks that will remind him of this in the morning.
When Liam lifts his head, he’s grinning, lips shiny with how wet Tobias is for him. “You taste so good, baby,” he says, and his voice is low with power.
He’s hard, cock flushed and jutting out proudly, and Tobias’ mouth waters at the sight of it. As much as he loves to receive, giving is just as good. “Lemme take care of you,” he practically slurs, orgasm drunk and still coming down from the high of it all.
Liam’s eyes flash, and in an instant he’s pulling Tobias off the bed and pushing him down to his knees. “You want my cock, babe?” he asks, looking down at him. And even though Tobias is the one about to have his mouth full, Liam looks like he could devour him instantly.
Tobias nods. “Yeah,” he rasps. “Please, Liam?” He bats his eyes up at Liam, enjoying how it makes him growl.
It’s like he’s the sheep and Liam is the Big Bad Wolf, and it’s really hot.
Rough fingers come up and cup his face, thumbing at his bottom lip until Tobias opens his mouth. It takes no time at all for Liam to push his cock into the wet heat of it, and before Tobias can start bobbing his head, Liam’s fingers fist in his hair, holding him in place.
And he’s caught, staring up at Liam with big grey-blue eyes, mouth stretched wide around his cock. He wiggles a bit, and Liam’s grip just firms up. “You’re mine,” he growls. “This pretty little mouth is all mine, isn’t it?”
All he can do is nod in response to that.
Liam grins and then starts moving.
He fills Tobias’ mouth over and over again, shallowly at first, letting him get used to it before he starts pressing down Tobias’ throat.
Tobias gags at first, and Liam pulls out, letting him get a breath of air before pressing right back in.
Even with how many times he’s already come, Tobias can feel himself getting wet again.
There’s just something about Liam like this, demanding and insistent, practically using Tobias however he wants. At the same time, of course, Tobias knows that the instant he wants to stop, Liam will back off, and there’s something comforting in that. In knowing he’s safe but will get wrecked all the same.
“Fuck,” Liam groans, and his pelvis is flush with Tobias’ lips now. Tobias swallows around the intrusion and moans, the vibrations translating through to Liam’s cock. “You’re so good, baby. So good for me. Fuck.”
He draws back and then starts fucking Tobias’ throat in earnest, long, smooth strokes that have precum and saliva bubbling out of Tobias’ mouth. Tobias breathes when he can, gasping for air before being choked with cock again. His eyes are wet, his cunt is wet, his thighs are wet, and he loves this so so much.
Liam cums down his throat in the end. Most of it is swallowed, but some spills out as Liam pulls back, leaving Tobias a mess. And Liam is still hard. Werewolf stamina is incredible, and Tobias spreads his legs, already wanting more. He aches, right at his core, and he needs it.
“Don’t know which of us is more insatiable during these times,” Liam teases, and he kneels down to kiss Tobias right on his flushed mouth, fingers dipping low to tease at his wet hole.
“Please,” Tobias begs, hips canting forward.
“Need something in this pretty cunt, baby?” Liam asks. “Ask for what you want.”
“Please fuck me. Pleeeeeeeaaase.”
Apparently that’s good enough, because Liam is pushing him forward, right there on the floor, maneuvering them so that Tobias is on his knees, chest on the carpet, ass in the air.
Liam’s cock slides in so smooth. Tobias is dripping he’s so wet, and it feels so good.
It’s easy enough to spend the evening like this, and Tobias knows that when they’re finally spent, Liam will want to keep him close. Not exactly a hardship when Tobias will be limp from coming so much anyway.
Tobias always loves his werewolf boyfriend, no matter what time of the month it is, but on nights like this, he thinks he’s all the more lucky.
