Werewolves and Dogs

"Course. Easy enough. Probably have some belts that don’t fit me in the closet that I could fix up for you." He looked him over a second, "Might want to have another pair to wear just in case, don’t wanna have to leave you in your underwear with nothing else."

After the tour was over, he welcomed him gladly beside his seat. As the other spoke he raised an eyebrow, smiling gently, “Didn’t see them? Put them in the kitchen on the counter. Guess they’re a bit hard to see.” He hummed for a second, thinking to himself about his positioning abilities, before snapping back to the other things Mick had said, “Decoration? Guess I don’t put a lot around.” He looked around the room, noticing how barren the room seemed for, apparently, the first time, “Turned in here a few times, when I still had things up. Ended up breaking a lot. Keep most of it hidden in the bedroom where I can’t break it.” He sighed.

"Thanks." He said, after a while, "For coming, I mean, not thinking I was a lonely hobo with too many pets was pretty good too." He laughed,at his own joke, and settled an arm around him gently, "Means a lot."

With Greg’s comment, Mick frowned as he face heated up, an odd mixture of feelings in his gut as he thought about his own issues that worked into his clothes not fitting right. Feelings amplified as he thought himself in a painful downward spiral, he only snapped out of it as the other mentioned where the carvings were. “Y-yeah, nah… guess Oi m-missed ‘em…” he stated, looking sheepish as he didn’t want to admit the reason he hadn’t seen them being his contacts weren’t in now.

Hearing that the other had put them up made him feel good, though… And he wondered if he could help decorate a bit more. It wouldn’t be too hard, but he didn’t want to seem pushy. Especially if he was prone to breaking things. “Makes s-sense, yeah… unders-stand why yeh’d… do tha’,” Michael said softly, feeling uncertain until the last thing Greg said registered. “Y-yeah? Yeh… Oi’m… g-glad yeh p-put up wif m-me. Ain’t exactly. A c-cake walk, Oi know tha’…” he mumbled, snuggling a bit closer to the other in hopes of lifting his mood, trying to ignore how strange being touched felt so as to get over the sinking feeling in his stomach.

He hummed, nodding. He'd broken some things that were precious to him already, and even though the carvings were more sturdy he didn't really want to risk it. He blinked as Mick spoke, tilting his head, "Put up with you? Think you're a bit better than that, can't 'put up with' someone your think's great." He pulled him near, nuzzling his nose into the man's hair.

He did back off a little when he noticed Mick's tension, looking down at him in concern, "I didn't, say anything? Did I? Didn't make you feel bad?" He was careful, petting his back slowly, "Want me to back off?"

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"Meant a pup." He laughed gently, into his chest. "Big mangy wolf most the time."

"Sometimes. Just like being here with you." He closed his eyes fully, leaning against him with a short sigh. "Don’t wanna bother you too much, but if that’s okay with you…" He whined, low...

It was slow, but he eased, aided by the press of lips to his and the petting hand on his face. "Okay." He leant his head back onto Mick's chest, still looking up at him. It took a few more minutes until he was back to being lax, foot twitching every now and then. At this rate, he'd fall asleep, which was not something he'd come to do.

"Mick." He mumbled, shifting to try and sit up again like how they'd been before. "If we keep doing this I'm either going to fall asleep or end up rolling onto the floor." He settled back into the old position, rubbing at his eyes and yawning, "Don't... Don't mind falling asleep, If that was the plan, but I'd rather be awake with you. Something else we could do too?" He tried to make it clear he still quite liked, and wanted, the little scratches and holding, and met every single one by pressing into them gently.

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He nodded, “Sure you can. Don’t doubt it for a second.” He voice was distracted, busy being used on quiet little noises as he was pet. The kiss was what did it, any protest to the treatment vanishing and fully giving in. “Make me into one.” He rumbled, leaning into every single touch he could with his eyes nearly shut and unmistakeable content across every inch of his face, “Usually snappy, territorial I guess…”

He wrapped his arms around him, rearranging just so he court cuddle up to him properly without causing bodily harm. For all his warmth, Mick’s cool was blissfully pleasant, and he pulled it as close to him as he could just to be near that smell and touch, “Wish I could stay here more often, instead of working and turning.”

For some reason, Mick blushed at the comment he grumbled out, laughing softly as Greg pulled him in closer and hugged him tight. “Oi c-can’t make yeh inta a d-dog… yer awlready one,” he teased, curious about the statement. From what he’d experienced with Greg, he was much different than he described himself. Had to wonder what he was like with others…

"Y-yeah? Workin’ an’ t-turnin’ make yeh grumpy, eh?" the shorter man asked, wondering if he was normally as cranky as he said he was… it could be true he lifted the other’s mood, he couldn’t rightly tell for himself, though. "C’n come over w-whenever… jes’ t-tell me first, mate," Michael stated, petting at him more from this new position, hand scratching at the base of his scalp, the other having to reach down to rub at his plush side. It was cute to see his leg kick, sometimes, when he touched him there.

"Meant a pup." He laughed gently, into his chest. "Big mangy wolf most the time."

"Sometimes. Just like being here with you." He closed his eyes fully, leaning against him with a short sigh. "Don't wanna bother you too much, but if that's okay with you..." He whined, low and deep, and twitched up to nuzzle against the underside of his chin. He settled after the last nuzzle, breathing out as he was continuously pet.

"You... don't mind me, do you?" He paused, peeling back just so to look at him worriedly, "Just, some folks don't like it, a big man nearly slobbering all over them. Would understand if you didn't like it." His voice was quiet, still laden with a lingering content.

"Another reason not to get hurt then." He chuckled, "Don’t wanna miss out on any of this."

He hummed, saving the sound of Mick’s laughter away in his memory with all the other instances, “My place is fine. Remember how to get there?” He leant into him, resting his head on the other’s chest, “It’s not that far.”

The petting was really getting to him, making him lax. Every now and then Mick would scratch in a certain place and his leg would twitch, a dog indeed. He whined gently, either to communicate how the petting was making him or to beg for more he had no idea, the latter made more sense in his mind though. He tried to say something else, stumbled on his words a bit, and then gave up. It wasn’t important anyway, something about animals, definitely not as major in his mind as Mick.

"Y-yeah, Oi remember… how ta g-git there, Oi think… probably," Mick said, more sure than he sounded but that part was overpowered by his uncertainties. "N-not far, Oi c’n do it…" he agreed, smiling as he got to watch Greg react to his petting.

The closer to the full moon, the more dog-like he was. The Australian liked him either way, both sides to the other enjoyable to be around. At the whining, he smiled, leaning down to kiss at the top of his head, near the hairline. “Yer c-cute, mate,” Michael said with a smile, scratching at his beard covered chin, now. “Big pup…” he mumbled, nudged their noses together.

He nodded, "Sure you can. Don't doubt it for a second." He voice was distracted, busy being used on quiet little noises as he was pet. The kiss was what did it, any protest to the treatment vanishing and fully giving in. "Make me into one." He rumbled, leaning into every single touch he could with his eyes nearly shut and unmistakeable content across every inch of his face, "Usually snappy, territorial I guess..."

He wrapped his arms around him, rearranging just so he court cuddle up to him properly without causing bodily harm. For all his warmth, Mick's cool was blissfully pleasant, and he pulled it as close to him as he could just to be near that smell and touch, "Wish I could stay here more often, instead of working and turning."

"I will." He huffed a small laugh, "If I’m not then I’ll have to stay in the infirmary, not fun for anyone."

"You a dog person then?" He smiled, a few more kisses before he settled, and rubbed gently at Mick’s back. "Can’t really count that, more like made you with how...

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"Another reason not to get hurt then." He chuckled, "Don't wanna miss out on any of this."

He hummed, saving the sound of Mick's laughter away in his memory with all the other instances, "My place is fine. Remember how to get there?" He leant into him, resting his head on the other's chest, "It's not that far."

The petting was really getting to him, making him lax. Every now and then Mick would scratch in a certain place and his leg would twitch, a dog indeed. He whined gently, either to communicate how the petting was making him or to beg for more he had no idea, the latter made more sense in his mind though. He tried to say something else, stumbled on his words a bit, and then gave up. It wasn't important anyway, something about animals, definitely not as major in his mind as Mick.

"Bring them back alive. Maybe one or two for food." He muttered, shrugging slightly. Nothing dangerous then, he didn’t want a repeat of his last turning, the thought of Mick being hurt again making him cringe into the other’s hand.

At the movement he turned back to the other, easing as he moved to nuzzle him. The petting made him whine under his breath, an equivalent to a purr, “Have to tell me when you do.” He turned to catch his lips, pressing another three on his chin and nose. “No one likes an overexcited dog, hey?” He smiled, bumping foreheads gently and pushing against his. If he’d had a tail, it surely would’ve been swinging back and forth gently. “Ever been cuddled by a wolf?” He asked, quiet and happy, “Could if you wanted me to.”

"D-don’t gotta do both, b-but… J-jes’ take c-care o’ yerself," was all Mick said at first, noticing the flinch but not commenting or reacting. Still petting at Greg, he smiled at the whine and kisses, pressing back as their foreheads nudged together, letting their noses touch slightly. "D-depends on if th-they’re dog folks, ‘er not," he supposed, certainly not minding the overexcited dog right now.

At his next question, Michael looked curious and thoughtful, shrugging a bit in response at first. “W-well, Oi slept on y-yeh tha’ one toime… b-but, eh… C-cain’t say Oi’d moind, any… If y-yeh wanted ta cuddle m-me…” the shorter man said, twisting a long strand of the other’s brown hair around his index finger. “M-moight not b-be able ta do it, at my p-place, though…” he added, noting that his camper was still far to small for Greg at his full size, in wolf form.

"I will." He huffed a small laugh, "If I'm not then I'll have to stay in the infirmary, not fun for anyone."

"You a dog person then?" He smiled, a few more kisses before he settled, and rubbed gently at Mick's back. "Can't really count that, more like made you with how hurt you were." He tried to keep the apology from his voice, failed, and managed to keep his smile instead. "Wouldn't mind cuddling you right, as a wolf. If you didn't mind."

He looked around, as Mick mentioned his home being too small, and chuckled quietly, "Yeah, couldn't even get through the door. Could go wherever you want. Got as much will to get there as I've got hair." He smiled at that, amused, "It's a lot, just in case it wasn't obvious." He nuzzled him gently, just above his collarbone, and didn't disturb the hand playing with his hair.