Isaac stared for about as long as he could, before daring to move an inch. “Want to tell me what’s so funny?” He asked.

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Isaac stared for about as long as he could, before daring to move an inch. “Want to tell me what’s so funny?” He asked.
Desmond may have been a fish out of water with the pack of werewolves, but a home was a home. It didn’t take him long to find the kitchen and the human’s stomach was grumbling. As he was making some food on the stove top he heard foot steps entering the kitchen. “I’ll do whatever you need after I’m done eating, if you can’t wait, well find someone else.” He half growled determined to finish making his meal.
Welcome, welcome! The bathroom is in the main house and you can sleep anywhere you want, and when I say anywhere I mean it.
Property of The Massey Pack, Ryon never thought it would come to this, the exact opposite of what was he accustomed to. Humans as slaves of wolves, it didn’t seem logical, only by the traditional standards. What could he do? All he could do was accept his fate and do his best to not raise the ire of any pack members. At eighteen-years-old, he had to live a life or most of it in the shadows with the werewolves, he would’ve preferred otherwise, but clearly he had no say in it. “Hm, I’m hungry. Werewolves eat like they’re animals.. surprised they’re not cannibals, yet.”
Korey didn't know how they got on the topic about sex and heat, but here he was. “Heat isn't fun, other wolves talk about how you smell even more, and you get hard super easy at the worst times.” He explained with quite a bit of certainty in his words. It wasn't exactly a subject he enjoyed, but now that he was on it, well he had an opinion.
Harry walked into house dripping sweat, tossing his boxing gloves and shoes off and walking to his room, discarding his shirt and shorts along the way, caring very little for privacy at this point when you had a dozen other guys running around in next to nothing, currently like he was.
Harry quickly picked up a towel from his room and headed for the bathroom, cock swaying as he walked. Not even bothering to close the door Harry turned on the water, readying himself for a nice hot shower after a brutal workout before glancing to his left and noticing a familiar figure. "You just going to stand there and watch or would you like to join sweetheart?" he teased, running a hand down his sweaty body and stopping at the base of his flaccid cock before stepping into the shower with an ever so cocky grin.
Charlie was mid-song when he realized that he was no longer alone. He looked up to see someone hovering nearby him, and the hand that wasn’t holding the guitar in place went to the back of his neck. “Shit, I’m sorry, was I bothering you? I haven’t found a super ideal place to practice yet, so I figured I’d give here a shot and hope for the best,” he explained with a sheepish grin. “I can totally go somewhere else. Especially if you have a specific soundproof suggestion.”