A little incomplete submissive werewolf Kinn snack for the full moon?
NSFMort, affectionately mean Dom Porsche, and Kinn is a little wolfy, so please proceed with caution 💜
Tonight Porsche was planning to get fucked, properly.
But Kinn, especially on nights like these when he's letting himself be more animal than man, always desperately loves to eat him out. So they compromised.
Not that Porsche is complaining.
He's got both hands buried in the thick fur on Kinn's head, one thumb stroking up and down the soft edge of Kinn’s ear, while Kinn's face is buried between Porsche's legs, licking everything, getting Porsche slick and loose for when he allows Kinn to fuck him.
"So needy just from this. You can't wait to get your cock inside me, can you?” Further down the bed, Porsche can see where Kinn's hips are rutting against the mattress, pressing into it in time with his tongue fucking into Porsche. Kinn can't seem to help himself.
"Be careful. If you're too desperate, you'll come before I'm finished with you." Porsche tugs at Kinn's ear until Kinn grumbles out an agreement.
"Fuck that feels so good. You're going to make me come like this and then you're going to fuck me until I come again on your knot."
Despite the acknowledgment, Porsche can tell Kinn's hips keep moving. He's reached the point where he's chasing the sensations and doesn't want to stop.
Porsche takes pity on him and brings a hand up to his own cock to hasten along his first orgasm of the night. It's been building slowly with the pressure of Kinn's tongue deep inside him and his own hand easily pulls him over the edge, thighs clamping down on Kinn's head holding him tightly in place while Porsche rides out his orgasm.
A soft whine from Kinn and Porsche slowly starts to unwind, loosening his hold and gently running his hands through Kinn's ruff.
Kinn has stilled, too, panting wetly against Porsche's thigh, waiting for the next instructions.
Porsche tightens his hold in Kinn's fur and tugs, but instead of yielding, Kinn whines again and presses his muzzle snuggly into the crease of Porsche's thigh.
Another moment and Porsche realizes why. "Oh, you naughty thing. You've popped your knot right against the mattress, haven't you?" Porsche knows he's hit the mark when he gets a whimper and a light graze of teeth.
Porsche grins wickedly to himself. This wasn't the plan, but he's not one to pass up the opportunity to tease his wolf.
"Come up here, let me see what a mess you've made.”
Kinn crawls up Porsche's body, unable to resist swiping his tongue through the mess Porsche had made on his own belly. When Kinn's cock is within reach, Porsche wraps a firm grip around it and feels the easy slide as Kinn gives an aborted thrust before whining in overstimulation. Kinn's cock pulses in his hand, come dribbling out to join the mess on Porsche.
Shifting his grip, Porsche squeezes the thick knot that has formed at the base of Kinn's dick.
"This is supposed to be inside me." He watches carefully as Kinn's ears fold back in contrition. He presses further, "I warned you to be careful, but you just couldn't help yourself, could you?”
Kinn indulges himself. He lets Porsche feed him and Kinn returns the favor, offering Porsche cooked fish straight from Kinn's hand. He delights in the way Porsche licks his lips after — running over the place where Kinn's fingers had grazed against them.
He lets Porsche believe there's no good way out of the handcuffs.
By the third day, late in the night after Porsche kissed him while they bathed, he's realized this is more dangerous than he expected. If Porsche rejected Kinn outright, even when Kinn has little control over his instincts from the full moon, Kinn is sure he wouldn't do anything.
But if Porsche goads Kinn on, like he did the night of the auction, Kinn won't be able to control himself.
The day of the full moon, Kinn wakes up feeling like his skin is too tight. His joints ache and his gums itch.
It's not like he has to shift every full moon. It's just easier not to fight the urge. In his current state, exhausted and hungry, he's not sure he'll have control over it at all.
NSFW behind the cut 😈
Warning for implied sex while shifted/in wolf/beast form. Mild dub-con warning because Kinn is shifted, has lowered inhibitions, and cannot speak, and Porsche hasn't figured out what's going on yet (but once he does he's enthusiastically on board). ENJOY ✨️
Porsche is suddenly so turned on that he's dizzy with it. Kinn knows how sensitive his chest is, just like he knows how sensitive Porsche's neck is. Porsche might not remember everything from the night they spent together, but he remembers Kinn teasing him, leaving marks over his chest, neck, and thighs.
Kinn isn't randomly nipping at what's in front of him; he is intentionally toying with Porsche.
Trying to rile him up.
He's proven right when the pressure on his shoulder move's downwards, mirroring the movement of Kinn's great muzzle, a claw scraping unerringly over Porsche's other nipple. Porsche can't help the whimpering moan that leaves his throat at the sensations.
Kinn's ears twitch forward at the sound and Kinn repeats the movement, running his tongue and claws across Porsche's chest, drawing another whimper out of Porsche.
This feels unreal. He's never even seen a fully shifted werewolf before — they're rare enough as it is — and now he's got one looming over him, like he's... like Kinn's trying to fuck him.
Porsche wonders if that's even possible.
He glances down, past where Kinn's eyes are glittering up at him, sliding his eyes past the shiny tongue, and the flash of white teeth.
Despite the brightness of full moon, Kinn's belly and between his legs is just a mass of shadows and dark fur.
Porsche swallows thickly. He probably shouldn't feel disappointed that he can't see Kinn's cock.
