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I tried something completely new this time and I'm in love with that art style. It’s still experimental and I’m in the middle of figuring it out, so this is me still trying to see what sticks, what works and what doesn’t, but this might be the one. The art style I’ll default to whenever I’m not experimenting.\n\nThe best thing is it fixes my terrible line art without forcing me to completely redo my lines. I've got too shaky hands to get smooth, straight lines, so during coloring it was pretty rough to get a nice, clean art going. This style works especially well for me.\n\nIt’s still quiet barebone, but I’m excited to see how far I can push this. Hopefully you all like it, too! Anyways, here’s a little (sort of big) story about a gruff wolf and an adorable husky to set the weekend mood (-:\n\n------\n------\n\nSam scratched his arse as he entered his favorite little pub.\n\nIt was a shithole by every definition. The moment you stepped through the door, it immediately sets the tone with an assault to anyone with a keen nose; the scents of stale bear, hardworking blokes and terrible food permeating the air. The decoration compliments what any civilian would consider revolting to look on. Booths had unknown stains and faded, worn leather, the walls a white color a lifetime ago, now smoke stained and flaked. To top it off, for a soldier with around twenty active years on his furry arse, Sam has never tasted anything worse in his life than what’s offered here. It was that terrible.\n\nYet the wolf loved it here.\n\nIt was his favorite pub and not because of the exquisite cuisine violating the Geneva Conventions. What sold this place to him was the isolation. The lack of people wanting to fucking talk to him, or generally talk at all. Everyone here was too busy nursing their beer while either watching football or wallowing in whatever misery plagued them. The only annoyance he occasionally had to suffer through were a bunch of the regulars that had hit it off well together, chatting about their fucking day as if anyone gave a flying fuck. A few of them had tried to include Sam in the group but he shut that notion down immediately. Took a simple look, their eyes taking in his scars, and they backed off right away. After all, wolves had a reputation, and he looked the part.\n\nSam headed for the corner on the other side of the entrance and felt a grim satisfaction when the only scent he picked up was that of his own and a faint whiff of blood by some bloke. That one belonged to a lion thinking he could just walk in and demand his place, acted like tough shit with his friends behind him. Took a quick demonstration of proper wolven hospitality to shut him up. It never fails to put a grim smirk on Sam’s face. He then ordered a beer and did as he does every day since he found this place. He nursed something that made piss taste appealing until he was too shitfaced to grimace at the flavor or form a coherent thought.\n\nA fucking bloody great time, that one.\n\nIt all went down to the shitter when an hour later he heard someone enter the bar. Normally that wasn't much of a bother, most people took a peek and left shortly after, some were brave enough to grab a beer and attempt to socialize; they also fuck off quickly enough at the cold rebukes. The rare few that stuck around usually picked up on the mood and simply joined the misery of the few for the evening. There was just one thing that never changed. None ever bothered the wolf sulking in the low light in his corner with gleaming, golden eyes, fur as dark as the night sky. It was why he never paid any attention to the newcomers. This one, however, was impossible to ignore. The wolf's ears immediately perked up, because the guy walking in took one step past the door and promptly fell on his face with a loud yelp.\n\nIt startled the wolf, including the other patrons and the entire room stared at the newcomer. It was a husky, he picked up in the gloomy dark. A rare breed, relatively close to that of a wolf but with no real talent or instincts to speak off that set the species apart. They generally were the butt-end of most people’s jokes with that curly tail of theirs. Prone to be dramatic and annoyingly playful. Bloody great at enduring colder climates, though. His fur pattern seemed as he expected, fairly average without anything distinctive. Simple black and white with the usual markings. His build was rather frail. Hardly any muscles there, nor did he seem overly fit. More on the smaller side of life with an average build. Couldn't be older than twenty-three judging by his youthful, put together appearance. His clothes were well fitted but casual, simple black shorts and a red collared shirt. Hardly a place for some soft looking, well-groomed kid, this pub. What someone like that was doing here was a mystery the wolf didn't care to solve.\n\n\"Shit, dammit...\" the Husky muttered as he stood up. Then his eyes took in the glares directed at him and his face turned a bright red. \"Oh, um... S- sorry! Didn't mean to, uh... fall on my face... not that falling on my ass or anywhere else would be better, and it's not like anyone wants to fall at all, but... um,\" he gulped a breath. \"Yeah, anyways... sorry...\"\n\nThe kid quickly walked to the bar as if being chased, his curly tail nervously moving about.\n\nThe wolf muttered something rude under his breath before turning back to his beer, a big swig trailing down his throat. He grimaced at the taste and judged at least two more beers before he was too drunk to notice the taste anymore.\n\n“Hi!” that annoying voice chirped up again and despite a lifetime of military service, keeping his body stock still and focused, the wolf couldn’t stop his ears from tilting towards the noise. He scowled. “Um... do you have something like a Mojito?\"\n\nThe wolf snorted into his beer. Fucking serious? What did the kid think he just walked into? Some fancy bar with those faggy little umbrellas and girly drinks? Hah!\n\n“Sure, kid,” the bartender grunted and Sam’s head whirled to look at them in surprise. How long has he been here by now? Five damn years? And he’s never seen the bartender give out anything but a stale excuse of piss. What the fuck.\n\n“Actually,” the kid said with a frown. “Perhaps a Manhattan would be better right now… or a Bloody Mary? Oh! How good is your Margarita?”\n\nThe bartender shrugged. “Best drink you’ll find within a hundred mile.”\n\nThe kid squealed like a schoolgirl while jumping on the spot. Sam grimaced while staring at the husky with visible disgust on his gruff face. Fucking kids these days. “A Margarita it is!” he said to the wolf’s growing annoyance. At least, Sam thanked the gods, the kid finally shut his yapping mouth as he waited and paid for his drink. He was about to turn back to his own beer when the husky startled him and everyone in the room yet again.\n\n\"Oh!\" he exclaimed. \"Do you have a straw perhaps? An umbrella maybe? A friend of mine told me you can’t have a good drink without one, and he’s right. It tastes so much better.\"\n\n\"For the love of god,\" one of the regulars muttered under his breath, a big bull with permanent dark circles under his eyes and an ever-present cap. Sam was proud that after over five years of visiting his waterhole, he didn't know the blokes name. The wolf turned to look at the husky just as he got a straw with an honest to God umbrella, a big, wide grin on his face. It looked adorable on him but the wolf would rather cut his tail off then admit it and speaking of tails, did that old thing just now move?\n\nThe wolf’s scowl deepened while that kid turned to wave at the bull glaring at him, who ended up waving back flustered. Then he turned to survey the room with that colorful, fancy drink in his hand, awkwardly standing by the bar. The wolf paid no further heed as he watched the football game with a sigh of relief. Five minutes in and the kid will be gone once he realizes this place wasn’t for his type.\n\nAnd then the one thing happened that nobody had dared to do since he fucked that lion up. The husky walked towards his booth, waved at the wolf and sat down on the other side without even asking, fucking impolite brat. Sam froze. The bartender stopped cleaning glasses. The low murmur of the more social people stopped mid-sentence. Even the commentary from the football game had stopped as if sensing the situation.\n\nThe kid headless of the faux pas he just committed took a noisily slurp of his drink with that ridiculous umbrella and straw. He sighed out loud, tail hitting the backend of his seat. \"Just between the two of us,\" the kid whispered to the wolf as if he was sharing a secret. \"The bartender wasn’t lying. This Margarita is truly the best within a hundred miles. Can you imagine? It's a mystery how this place hasn't been stormed yet, like goddammit. Amazing... oh, by the way I'm Noah and you are?\"\n\nA hand reached across the table, stopping halfway towards the wolf's. It waited eagerly as Sam's eyes alternated between looking at the paw and the kid's face in disbelieve. There was no sign of fear, not even when he must've realized he was a wolf, nor did he flinch when he should've seen the scars on his face. They weren't hideous, really, but wolves had a reputation for being territorial and dangerous, bloody great soldiers we are. Now add a visible scar and you got a combination that either terrifies people or makes them act like they are tough shits to proof to their mates they got a pair of balls, or whatever. Yet all the wolf scented was the smell of soap, something fruity—strawberries perhaps?—and nervosity. No hidden challenge. No fear.\n\nHe startled out of his surprise when a warm, soft hand wrapped around his paw resting on the table. Then the husky in front of him attempted a shake that was as pathetic as the kid's choice of drinks. Unfazed he said, \"Nice to meet you, James!\"\n\nSam roughly pulled his hand away with a glare that could kill. \"James?\"\n\nThe kid grinned as he sucked through the straw, cheeks hollowed out, blue eyes meeting golden eyes. He shuddered with an expression of bliss while the wolf felt something else stir awake. \"James Howlett? No? It's Wolverine, man!\"\n\n\"Wolverine...\"\n\nHe gasped. \"You don't know about... Wolverine?! The Wolverine? A wolf… not knowing…\"\n\n\"The hell you talking about?\"\n\n\"Unbelievable. I need to introduce you to his movies as soon as possible, I swear you won't regret... it...\" The kid's voice trailed off and suddenly his face turned red, baffling Sam even more than he already felt. \"N- not that I was... um... asking for a... just... uh...\" he laughed awkwardly before swallowing down a big mouthful of his drink without the straws help, a shame that. Sam watched it all with furrowed brows, feeling completely lost here. Unbalanced. It made his fur itch. His tail move. Ears flicker. He hated that sensation.\n\n\"So what is your name?\" Noah said when he recovered from whatever got him flustered. \"Can't keep calling you Mr. Grumpy in my head. Or I'm-about-to-commit-murder.\"\n\n\"I am,\" the wolf growled, sitting forward to emphasis the point. \"About to commit a murder.\"\n\nThe kid laughed out loud as if it had been a fan-fucking-tastic joke. He even theatrically wiped a tear off his eyes, that fucking pancake. Unfazed he said, \"Grumpy then. So what brings you here?\"\n\n\"Me?\" Sam said as he grabbed the kid's shirt and pulled him forward until both their muzzles were a few inches from each other. He could smell the kid’s soap much clearer now, definitely strawberries, and the sweetness of his drink. \"The fuck are you doing here, kid?\"\n\nHe expected anything, really. Fear. The smell of nervous sweat. Perhaps even the scent of piss. Wolves had a way of getting to you when they growled, the more when you were one of the lesser canine species not used to a proper show of dominance. Something about instincts and facing their ancestor’s race, or whatever bullshit they taught these days. This kid, however? His face turned red. From the tip of his ears, down to the throat he was contemplating of squeezing. His mouth opened, lips parting and it looked like he was about to say something when it suddenly shut. The Husky abruptly stood up and Sam let go of his shirt as the kid stammered, \"h- have to pee... be right back...\"\n\nSam had no doubt that he wouldn’t see the kid again. Fucking about pissed himself there. Unfortunately, whatever buzz he had built up was almost gone by now and his mood couldn’t have been any worse. He comes here precisely because he doesn’t want anyone to fucking bother him, for godssake! It didn’t help that the kids scent lingered in the booth and it annoyed the wolf even more that he felt the urge to take a deeper whiff of it. Bah. He stood up and, in an afterthought, grabbed the rest of the kids drink. He sniffed the liquid, frowned at the umbrella and finally drained the glass. He considered it payment for annoying him. On his way out he sheepishly stopped by the bar and mumbled under his breath, “What was this kid’s drink named again?”\n\n“Margarita,” the man grunted. Sam nodded and headed out, making a mental note to order it himself next time he comes here. Perhaps he had judged the kids taste a little too harshly. It was a bloody great drink.\n\nA sigh left his muzzle as he fiddled to find a smoke. He went through three pockets until he finally found it, quickly lighting it. The air was cool to his lungs as he inhaled deeply, grumbling something offensive at the kid and the world. He scratched his arse as he wondered whether to go to the right and grab something strong for later or try to sleep sober. Then he snorted like it was even a question. He was about to take a step towards a nearby liquor store when a voice startled him.\n\n\"Wait!\"\n\nSam's heart jumped and when he whirled around, he nearly decked the sneaky fucker out of reflex. \"Jesus fucking Christ, kid. Got a suicide wish?”\n\n“Sorry,” he laughed softly, cheeks a faint red. He stopped in front of the wolf and fiddled with his tail.\n\nIt took Sam five heartbeats before he lost his patience and growled, \"The fuck do you want from me?\"\n\nThe kid nearly jumped in his boots, ears folding down and Sam reckoned that curly tail would’ve landed between his legs if he wasn’t holding it right now. Yet he couldn’t smell the scent of fear, as his body language would suggest to the wolf. He only smelled nervous, a hint of that strawberry soap in the air. Sam couldn’t help but take a deeper whiff of that kid’s scent and for just a brief moment he had the overwhelming urge to push his nose in places where a wolf shouldn’t really push his nose at. His pants felt suddenly much more tighter.\n\n\"Um... well, yeah,” the kid laughed awkwardly. “I was trying to work up to that, but…”\n\nSam folded his arms in front of his chest. “Work up to what?” Some stupid dare to fight a wolf?\n\n“But then you were gone when I came back and…”\n\n“Jesus fucking christ, what?!” he barked.\n\nThen it all came out in a single breath. \"I was wondering if you want some company!\"\n\nThe wolf scowled. The kid laughed awkwardly. He stared, then stared some more before blinking at the small husky. “The hell do I want with company?” he finally asked with his head titled in confusion.\n\nNoah groaned out loud. His voice pitched loudly, \"I’m trying to get in your pants, dammit! Pick you up. Do… things… together… Bedroom…\"\n\nSam’s eyes went wide. His tense jaw went slack. He blinked, blinked a few more times as he saw the kid's face go even more red. There are a lot of things he considered himself to be good at. Like killing people. Surviving on nothing but protein bars and stale water for months on end. His sense of smell and his strength rivaled a medium sized bear. He was a damn good shot as well. All around a great solider. Flirting, on the other hand, was something Sam didn’t get at all. The first time someone had hit on him, eighteen years ago, he hadn’t even noticed until a few years later in the middle of the night when the boots shared some wild stories. He needed someone to club him over his thick skull to get it, and even then he’d just assume you are a picking a fight. Really, people just don’t hit on him unless it’s a literal thing. Ever. Now that he finally got it, he didn’t know what to think.\n\n\"Oh,\" he said intelligently.\n\n\"Um... so did I succeed?\"\n\nSam blinked at the boy. Then scowled. \"Now hang on, what makes you even think I'm a fag?\"\n\nIt was the Huskies turn to say, \"Oh. Y- you are not? I thought maybe…\"\n\nIt grated the wolf in ways he couldn’t explain when the kid’s voice lost its energy, slowly fading into a hesitant whisper. He should just tell him to fuck off and get drunk at home, but there was something that made him hesitate. Maybe it’s that soft smell of his, those blue, sad eyes almost begging him, but he couldn’t help but sigh out loud. \"No, I'm in fact gay. But—\"\n\n\"Then…\"\n\nThe wolf groaned out loud. \"If you want something shoved up your ass that badly,\" he grumbled. \"Why don't you go find someone your size to play with? I'm hardly the right person for a virgin.\"\n\nIt was startling how quick the husky went from flustered, shy even, to sad and then suddenly angry. Fucking Huskies were worse than a pregnant woman. The kid huffed and puffed as he glared, \"I'm not a virgin!\"\n\n\"Geez,\" the wolf lifted his paws defensively. \"Relax tiger. Nothing wrong with that.\"\n\nNoah scowled, then he looked thoughtful and finally sighed in defeat. \"You don't find me attractive, do you? Is that it? I mean, that's fine I suppose... maybe I should’ve gone with the pink shirt…\"\n\nSam figured he should simply agree with the kid. Tell him he wasn't his type. Not that it was too far off. He wasn't into someone as frail and weak looking as him, he believed. Maybe. Hell, he didn't even know what his type was. Sex had always been just about a quick pump and dump before he went back to fight a war he didn’t give a fuck about. There was no time for him to figure that shit out, or care for that matter, the army generally doesn’t approve of people like him, so he couldn’t ever be open about it either. What he knew, however, was that a part of him found the kid attractive. Sure, he seemed rather annoying. Too talkative. He couldn’t even decide whether to look up at the wolf’s eyes, or stare at his shuffling feet. Like Jesus Christ, he’d seen woman with more backbone than this kid! But… there was a certain appeal he reluctantly had to admit. Maybe it was the remnants of the alcohol in his blood, or maybe he wasn't the type to lie, or more likely, his dick was taking too much notice, but he said gruffly, \"No. You don't look half bad, alright.\" He really meant it. \"Would even call you cute, but...\" he fumbled to find a reason. Anything. \"How old are you even?\"\n\n\"Twenty-four.\"\n\nHe scowled at the kid. His eyes going up and down his body while the boy visibly squirmed at the attention. \"Well, see,\" Sam said. \"I'm far too old for you.\"\n\n\"And how old are you?\"\n\n\"Forty-three, kid.\"\n\n\"So what,\" the kid glowered at Sam. \"Old man. It's not like people care too much in this time and age.\"\n\nWell, he did have a point, Sam conceded. They were both old enough to make their own stupid decisions and it wasn’t like they were about to get married, or some other bullshit. It’s just a quick fuck. \"Still...\" Perhaps it was the puppy eyes the kid made, or the way he bit those soft lips begging to wrap around some wolf meat, he felt himself lose to the kid’s charm. Why the hell not, right? He hasn't gotten laid in years. Years!\n\n\"Oh,\" the kid said innocently after a long silence of arguing with himself. Sam frowned at him.\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"I mean, I get it now...\"\n\nHe scowled. \"What do you get?\"\n\n\"Hey it's okay...\" he nodded with exaggerated pity in his eyes. \"It's okay if you can't get it up anymore, old man. Really. No worries there... happens to the—\"\n\n\"Now hold on,\" Sam interrupted him. \"My manhood is doing perfectly fine down there, alright, and stop calling me old, you Brussel Sprout.\"\n\n“Brussel…,” he blinked, struggling to keep his face serious. A grin tried to emerge real hard. \"Is it now, though?\" he said with a voice dripping innocence. \"Guess you'll have to show me to proof it...\"\n\nJesus fucking Christ, really?\n\n\"Guess I'll have to,\" Sam rolled his eyes. The smirk he caught on the kid's face made him smile for all but a second.\n\nRidiculous.\n\n---\n\n“And he seriously told me I didn’t know a thing about tools! Like really? It’s not like its rocket science, right? Just grab a hammer and nail the damn board, or something. As if it mattered how you do it, or what nail you need or where the nail has to go. Thanks god my Mom came in and told my father to stop being a whiny bitch—that’s what she said—and let me help him. I gracefully ignored it when he muttered something very rude at me and by the time it was evening, we were finally… Oh. So this is where you live.”\n\nSam truly and deeply regretted listening to his dick. All the good it ever did to him. Ever since he agreed to a fuck, the kid had started a running monologue about anything and everything, starting from his recent interest in ducks—the memes were fantastic, he said! Whatever that means—to his father being a stubborn mule if he ever needed help with anything. He suspected it was his son’s help he was stubborn about, if the ten minutes he had with the kid were an indicator. It was a literal never ending stream of words and words and… he was desperate at this point. Never before in his life had he opened his door faster, literally shoving the boy into his home without a word. God knows he had said enough for the both of them.\n\nIt wasn’t much of a home, to be honest. Hardly impressive for an adult in his forties. A simple three-room apartment with barely any decoration. It hadn’t ever been worth grabbing anything nicer given how often he was deployed, and he enjoyed a more minimalistic approach anyways, so whatever. It was good enough for him.\n\nOnce the kid was safely in, the wolf shut the door with a kick and before he could say anything more, shoved him against the wall. “Wow,” the kid gasped, a playful smile on his lips. That was all he managed to get out as Sam fisted the back of his head and muffled any noise with a rough kiss, pushing lips on lips and tongue on tongue. The kid melted under his assault, groaning and whimpering as the wolf had him firmly against the wall with no way out. His instincts were urging him on to cage his prey, to sink his fangs into the kids neck and make him whimper and whine. To establish dominance over him. Despite his best efforts to hold back, he couldn’t stop a low, rumbling growl from emerging, making the kid’s exhale stutter, his ears folding back.\n\nThe wolf knew he had made a mistake there. It was considered a bad habit to actively growl at someone, doing so in public could lead to heavy fines from the police even. People like to believe that they were above their baser instincts by now, only the uncivilized and lesser intelligent animals would give in to their basic needs, or so they say, but a growl from an actual predator would remind them that civilization had little place between a man and his prey. So Sam knew from experience that this was the moment where the kid would realize what a bad idea it was to be alone with a wolf twice his size.\n\nAnd yet, to Sam’s surprise, he didn’t smell any fear coming off the kid. There was excitement in the kid’s scent, still that fruity flavor that made him want to inhale deeper, his own growing arousal and instead of pushing the wolf away, the boy submitted to him like he was alright with being the prey of a wolf.\n\nFucking went full mast in about a second right then.\n\nSam pulled off the rough kiss and breathed heavily an inch away from the kid’s muzzle, his lips slightly lifted to show off his large fangs. The kid breathed like he ran a marathon, eyes still closed, slowly opening to reveal a blue like the ocean on a warm day. Then he licked his lips, that pink, soft tongue peaking out for a brief moment as if it was taunting him to finally make proper use of it and who was he to disagree here. He moved his paw from the back of the kids neck to the top of his head and carelessly shoved him on his knees. There was hardly any resistance as he slid down the wall.\n\nHe procured a smoke from his pocket as the kid fumbled with the buttons on his pants. It lighted up and smoke filled his lungs as cool air hit his junk. Sam looked down in time to see his dick fall free from his confinement, a large, angry thing landing squarely on the boy’s muzzle. It startled him and he instinctively moved his head back, hitting it right against the wall with a thud. Sam chuffed. “Easy there, boy.”\n\nNoah spluttered and his entire face went a similar red as his dick was. Too fucking adorable, that one. Then it was the wolf’s time to sputter when half of his length vanished within the kid’s soft, warm muzzle. Which was rather impressive given how well-endowed he was, around seven inches of wolf meat right there, thick like a beer can. Clearly not a virgin, the kid. Sam dropped a hand on the husky’s head and fisted the soft hair as he curled his toes, watching the kid slide his muzzle back and forth.\n\n“Fucking hell,” he grunted, feeling a soft, slippery tongue do things to him that he wasn’t even aware were possible. “That’s the spot…” he muttered, his paw guiding him along, sometimes lightly, a mere suggestion, other times he would leave no other choice but forward and forward he went. The kid took it all without much struggle, now and then gagging when he went down his throat, the slick sound of lips sliding on his shaft. He was talented, Sam conceded as he exhaled a puff of smoke, or perhaps well practiced—he reminded himself to see if he had a fucking condom just in case. He doubted he had been the only one down that kid’s too talented throat, who knows what that backdoor of his looks like. Better safe than sorry.\n\nSam started thrusting into the kid’s muzzle, his large balls slapping his chin and when he started to feel the familiar tingle in his balls, he immediately stilled the kid and pulled him off with a firm paw. It pleased him a lot when the kid nuzzled his balls and licked them while looking back up at him. He stayed down there like a good little pup awaiting his sergeant’s instructions. Sam felt five feet taller right there.\n\nHe shook his pants and underwear off his legs and headed for his bedroom before he regretfully ended up tying the kid’s muzzle right there and then. “Come on,” he grunted. He didn’t need to turn around to hear the kid follow, nearly stumbling into the wolf in his haste.\n\nThe bedroom was nothing special either. There was a window to the left, white drapes his mother had forced on him and a single shelve his father insisted he owned. It was empty outside of a bunch of empty beer cans he for once cleaned up yesterday. The bed by the wall dominated the majority of the small room. It was a king sized one, because Sam had quickly learned that he needed a lot of room, or his nightmares would make him fall on his arse. He also liked the stretch potential. It wasn’t made, nor did he bother to put on some clean sheets—why would he when it’s only him anyways—but right now he was a little self-conscious with the kid behind him. A tiny bit. If the kid was bothered by the smell of him, that’s his problem, really. He showered daily and his nose didn’t catch anything too funky. It simply smelled like wolf.\n\nSam turned to look at the kid to see if he was to put off but instead of a judgmental look, he only saw an eager little pup trying to get his shorts and shirt down at the same time. Barely successful at that. Enough to let the wolf see the kid’s stiff cock poke out. It was hardly worth mentioning, half of what he had to offer, but then again, he had the impression the kid liked to bottom anyways, given how well he sucked dick. So hardly a loss there. It did make the wolf feel better about himself, though. Can’t have some kid be bigger than him now, can’t he.\n\nStupid wolf pride.\n\nBefore the kid broke his neck trying to undress, the wolf decided that would do. He didn’t need more than the kid’s ass anyways, so he walked in front of him and grabbed his throat to still him. The husky startled and looked up, just as Sam exhaled a puff of smoke with a one-sided smirk. Then he threw him towards the bed. The kid stumbled against the bedframe and fell, rewarding the wolf with a great view of the kid’s tight little hole. Not that it’ll stay like that for too long, mind you.\n\nSam didn’t wait for the kid to recover or entangle himself from his clothes. He extinguished his smoke, threw it into the garbage and took hold of the kid’s legs, forcing them up, right above the boy’s head. Then he fisted his own dick, leaned forward and rested the tip against that tight little thing waiting to be stretched by a man. The husky looked at him with a surprised expression, then it turned into anticipation as he felt the tip poke his entrance, eyes hooded over, eagerly waiting for some wolf dick up his arse. Fucking slut.\n\nWell, he smirked. Who was he to deny that?\n\nThe thrust forward was anything but hesitant. If the husky came here expecting the wolf to make love to him like a fucking cunt, he was sorely going to be disappointed. He was a man and a soldier, and like the soldier he was, he went quick and hard. His sergeant would be fucking proud.\n\nThe tip of his spit-slickened cock collided with the boy’s tight little entrance and with the strength he had used, it breached him like a battering ram. Sam could see the kid’s eyes go wide as he entered him, his body stretching open to accommodate too much of the wolf too quickly. Then he groaned, his back curving, head thrown back as he clutched the sheets. Yet, despite the clear pain he must’ve felt, the husky didn’t tell him to stop, or to go easy when he continued to push in. To feed him his entire dick without mercy. It made the wolf growl in approval as he went on top of the kid with his larger body, covering him like a blanket. It forced the kid’s leg closer to his head as he was effectively folded together, his asshole now completely vulnerable and open to Sam’s mercy.\n\nToo bad mercy wasn’t a thing in his dictionary.\n\nHe started to pull his hips back and slammed himself back in, rattling the bed and the boy’s body. The bed creaked as the kid cried out, his hands fumbling to wrap around Sam’s back. They clutched tightly when the next thrust slammed into the kid, a groan escaping his muzzle while his tight hole massaged the wolf’s entire length. The next thrust got a tear out of the kid’s eyes, a whimper leaving his muzzle. The sound was music to Sam’s ears, his wolf instincts urging him on to take and dominate, driving him harder into the kid’s tight asshole. And again. And again. He rammed himself back in without mercy, grunting at the pleasure he felt. The tightness gripping his dick like a vice. He watched the kid take every thrust like a good little soldier, hanging on Sam’s body like a lifeline, groaning and shaking with each slap into him.\n\nHis hips picked up the pace until they were a mere blur by now, the kid a groaning, whimpering mess while Sam made his own growled and grunted noise. The Husky was first to tip over. He felt it in his ass, the sudden contracting of his asshole. Suddenly too tight, unbearable good as his cock got massaged by a fist. The scent followed soon after and it was like a kick to his mind. A part of him preened for having gotten the kid off without a single touch, while the more primal part of him needed his own seed within the kid as soon as possible. To mark him as his. Claim it as the wolf’s property.\n\nThe wolf barely noticed the kid’s face go from bliss to pained as the waves of pleasure receded, Sam taking him harder still. His knot fighting to find entry within the too small hole. Each smack of his hips, the need to be tied overruling his mind. He slammed himself in with the ferocity of a bull, knocked into the kid with the endurance and strength of a veteran soldier. Shoved himself into the boy with as much strength as possible.\n\nHe felt him open up, the kid’s hole stretching and stretching until…\n\nHis knot slipped in.\n\nThe Husky tensed, eyes wide and as blue as the sea, then he cried out.\n\nThe Wolf bit down on the kid’s exposed throat and came as hard as a he’s never managed before, a growl leaving his muzzle. Literal stars exploded before his eyes and he was dully aware of the kid moaning yet again, more stickiness spreading between the two. He continued to rock into the kid, trying to get deeper still while his seed lubricated his attempts. He couldn’t tell how long he stayed like that, the huskies moan tapering off into a soft little whimper, but eventually he let go of the throat and licked the sore spot, his hips stilling. It took the wolf a moment to find his voice again, heavily panting. “You good there, kid?”\n\n“Huh?” he heard a roughened-up voice.\n\n“Still there with me?”\n\n“Oh.” The boy took a shuddering laugh. “What year was it again?”\n\nThe wolf snorted into his neck and carelessly plopped down with a sigh. He squished the kid below him deeper into the bed with his legs still between them. Knot firmly lodged in his well stretched hole. He knew the kid would have a rough time falling asleep. It would be quiet distracting with wolf seed filling him up and the aching, pulsing pain he’d feel in his arse for days to come, but as far as Sam was concerned, it wasn’t his problem. If he didn’t want to be stuck like that, he should’ve thought twice about going home with a wolf.\n\nA hand slapped his back in protest but he only shuffled his way between the kid’s neck, muzzle on soft fur, tongue lolling out and simply closed his eyes with the scent of strawberry in his nose. He tried to grumble something when the boy attempted to push him to the side, but the annoying hand quickly resigned to his fate and Sam fell asleep within moments.\n\n---\n\n‘Had a great night. See you again! --Noah’\n\nSam looked at the note and re read it again as if he didn’t already know the contents. It wasn’t so much that he expected something else. To be fair he had. When he woke up five minutes ago, he expected the kid to sleep next to him, which would greatly piss him off because then he’d have to get rid of him somehow. He wasn’t a big fan of the morning after. Or mornings in general. However, when he saw that the kid was gone already and found the note, he felt even more annoyed. A little insulted, perhaps. Like he hadn’t been good enough to convince the kid for a second, quick round before he threw his cute little ass out. What’s the point in staying the night, after all, if you don’t go at it in the morning as well, dammit. Obviously, he hadn’t been good enough for the kid to also leave his number behind, and didn’t that irk the wolf even more? He was good in terms of never seeing each other again, mind you, but you know, he thought he did a good job there. Hence why he felt weird and confused that he felt weird and confused at something he should be happy about. The wolf sighed and threw the note into the bin.\n\n“Hopefully my wallet is still there…” It was and he was very grateful for that. “Probably should get tested…” he added in an afterthought. “Forgot the condoms.”\n\nHe was wolfing down some cornflakes when he realized he hadn’t woken up from a nightmare even once this night.\n\nHe frowned.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "----------------------------
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Hoo boy. I tried something completely new this time and I'm in love with that art style. It’s still experimental and I’m in the middle of figuring it out, so this is me still trying to see what sticks, what works and what doesn’t, but this might be the one. The art style I’ll default to whenever I’m not experimenting.

The best thing is it fixes my terrible line art without forcing me to completely redo my lines. I've got too shaky hands to get smooth, straight lines, so during coloring it was pretty rough to get a nice, clean art going. This style works especially well for me.

It’s still quiet barebone, but I’m excited to see how far I can push this. Hopefully you all like it, too! Anyways, here’s a little (sort of big) story about a gruff wolf and an adorable husky to set the weekend mood (-:

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Sam scratched his arse as he entered his favorite little pub.

It was a shithole by every definition. The moment you stepped through the door, it immediately sets the tone with an assault to anyone with a keen nose; the scents of stale bear, hardworking blokes and terrible food permeating the air. The decoration compliments what any civilian would consider revolting to look on. Booths had unknown stains and faded, worn leather, the walls a white color a lifetime ago, now smoke stained and flaked. To top it off, for a soldier with around twenty active years on his furry arse, Sam has never tasted anything worse in his life than what’s offered here. It was that terrible.

Yet the wolf loved it here.

It was his favorite pub and not because of the exquisite cuisine violating the Geneva Conventions. What sold this place to him was the isolation. The lack of people wanting to fucking talk to him, or generally talk at all. Everyone here was too busy nursing their beer while either watching football or wallowing in whatever misery plagued them. The only annoyance he occasionally had to suffer through were a bunch of the regulars that had hit it off well together, chatting about their fucking day as if anyone gave a flying fuck. A few of them had tried to include Sam in the group but he shut that notion down immediately. Took a simple look, their eyes taking in his scars, and they backed off right away. After all, wolves had a reputation, and he looked the part.

Sam headed for the corner on the other side of the entrance and felt a grim satisfaction when the only scent he picked up was that of his own and a faint whiff of blood by some bloke. That one belonged to a lion thinking he could just walk in and demand his place, acted like tough shit with his friends behind him. Took a quick demonstration of proper wolven hospitality to shut him up. It never fails to put a grim smirk on Sam’s face. He then ordered a beer and did as he does every day since he found this place. He nursed something that made piss taste appealing until he was too shitfaced to grimace at the flavor or form a coherent thought.

A fucking bloody great time, that one.

It all went down to the shitter when an hour later he heard someone enter the bar. Normally that wasn't much of a bother, most people took a peek and left shortly after, some were brave enough to grab a beer and attempt to socialize; they also fuck off quickly enough at the cold rebukes. The rare few that stuck around usually picked up on the mood and simply joined the misery of the few for the evening. There was just one thing that never changed. None ever bothered the wolf sulking in the low light in his corner with gleaming, golden eyes, fur as dark as the night sky. It was why he never paid any attention to the newcomers. This one, however, was impossible to ignore. The wolf's ears immediately perked up, because the guy walking in took one step past the door and promptly fell on his face with a loud yelp.

It startled the wolf, including the other patrons and the entire room stared at the newcomer. It was a husky, he picked up in the gloomy dark. A rare breed, relatively close to that of a wolf but with no real talent or instincts to speak off that set the species apart. They generally were the butt-end of most people’s jokes with that curly tail of theirs. Prone to be dramatic and annoyingly playful. Bloody great at enduring colder climates, though. His fur pattern seemed as he expected, fairly average without anything distinctive. Simple black and white with the usual markings. His build was rather frail. Hardly any muscles there, nor did he seem overly fit. More on the smaller side of life with an average build. Couldn't be older than twenty-three judging by his youthful, put together appearance. His clothes were well fitted but casual, simple black shorts and a red collared shirt. Hardly a place for some soft looking, well-groomed kid, this pub. What someone like that was doing here was a mystery the wolf didn't care to solve.

"Shit, dammit..." the Husky muttered as he stood up. Then his eyes took in the glares directed at him and his face turned a bright red. "Oh, um... S- sorry! Didn't mean to, uh... fall on my face... not that falling on my ass or anywhere else would be better, and it's not like anyone wants to fall at all, but... um," he gulped a breath. "Yeah, anyways... sorry..."

The kid quickly walked to the bar as if being chased, his curly tail nervously moving about.

The wolf muttered something rude under his breath before turning back to his beer, a big swig trailing down his throat. He grimaced at the taste and judged at least two more beers before he was too drunk to notice the taste anymore.

“Hi!” that annoying voice chirped up again and despite a lifetime of military service, keeping his body stock still and focused, the wolf couldn’t stop his ears from tilting towards the noise. He scowled. “Um... do you have something like a Mojito?"

The wolf snorted into his beer. Fucking serious? What did the kid think he just walked into? Some fancy bar with those faggy little umbrellas and girly drinks? Hah!

“Sure, kid,” the bartender grunted and Sam’s head whirled to look at them in surprise. How long has he been here by now? Five damn years? And he’s never seen the bartender give out anything but a stale excuse of piss. What the fuck.

“Actually,” the kid said with a frown. “Perhaps a Manhattan would be better right now… or a Bloody Mary? Oh! How good is your Margarita?”

The bartender shrugged. “Best drink you’ll find within a hundred mile.”

The kid squealed like a schoolgirl while jumping on the spot. Sam grimaced while staring at the husky with visible disgust on his gruff face. Fucking kids these days. “A Margarita it is!” he said to the wolf’s growing annoyance. At least, Sam thanked the gods, the kid finally shut his yapping mouth as he waited and paid for his drink. He was about to turn back to his own beer when the husky startled him and everyone in the room yet again.

"Oh!" he exclaimed. "Do you have a straw perhaps? An umbrella maybe? A friend of mine told me you can’t have a good drink without one, and he’s right. It tastes so much better."

"For the love of god," one of the regulars muttered under his breath, a big bull with permanent dark circles under his eyes and an ever-present cap. Sam was proud that after over five years of visiting his waterhole, he didn't know the blokes name. The wolf turned to look at the husky just as he got a straw with an honest to God umbrella, a big, wide grin on his face. It looked adorable on him but the wolf would rather cut his tail off then admit it and speaking of tails, did that old thing just now move?

The wolf’s scowl deepened while that kid turned to wave at the bull glaring at him, who ended up waving back flustered. Then he turned to survey the room with that colorful, fancy drink in his hand, awkwardly standing by the bar. The wolf paid no further heed as he watched the football game with a sigh of relief. Five minutes in and the kid will be gone once he realizes this place wasn’t for his type.

And then the one thing happened that nobody had dared to do since he fucked that lion up. The husky walked towards his booth, waved at the wolf and sat down on the other side without even asking, fucking impolite brat. Sam froze. The bartender stopped cleaning glasses. The low murmur of the more social people stopped mid-sentence. Even the commentary from the football game had stopped as if sensing the situation.

The kid headless of the faux pas he just committed took a noisily slurp of his drink with that ridiculous umbrella and straw. He sighed out loud, tail hitting the backend of his seat. "Just between the two of us," the kid whispered to the wolf as if he was sharing a secret. "The bartender wasn’t lying. This Margarita is truly the best within a hundred miles. Can you imagine? It's a mystery how this place hasn't been stormed yet, like goddammit. Amazing... oh, by the way I'm Noah and you are?"

A hand reached across the table, stopping halfway towards the wolf's. It waited eagerly as Sam's eyes alternated between looking at the paw and the kid's face in disbelieve. There was no sign of fear, not even when he must've realized he was a wolf, nor did he flinch when he should've seen the scars on his face. They weren't hideous, really, but wolves had a reputation for being territorial and dangerous, bloody great soldiers we are. Now add a visible scar and you got a combination that either terrifies people or makes them act like they are tough shits to proof to their mates they got a pair of balls, or whatever. Yet all the wolf scented was the smell of soap, something fruity—strawberries perhaps?—and nervosity. No hidden challenge. No fear.

He startled out of his surprise when a warm, soft hand wrapped around his paw resting on the table. Then the husky in front of him attempted a shake that was as pathetic as the kid's choice of drinks. Unfazed he said, "Nice to meet you, James!"

Sam roughly pulled his hand away with a glare that could kill. "James?"

The kid grinned as he sucked through the straw, cheeks hollowed out, blue eyes meeting golden eyes. He shuddered with an expression of bliss while the wolf felt something else stir awake. "James Howlett? No? It's Wolverine, man!"

"Wolverine..."

He gasped. "You don't know about... Wolverine?! The Wolverine? A wolf… not knowing…"

"The hell you talking about?"

"Unbelievable. I need to introduce you to his movies as soon as possible, I swear you won't regret... it..." The kid's voice trailed off and suddenly his face turned red, baffling Sam even more than he already felt. "N- not that I was... um... asking for a... just... uh..." he laughed awkwardly before swallowing down a big mouthful of his drink without the straws help, a shame that. Sam watched it all with furrowed brows, feeling completely lost here. Unbalanced. It made his fur itch. His tail move. Ears flicker. He hated that sensation.

"So what is your name?" Noah said when he recovered from whatever got him flustered. "Can't keep calling you Mr. Grumpy in my head. Or I'm-about-to-commit-murder."

"I am," the wolf growled, sitting forward to emphasis the point. "About to commit a murder."

The kid laughed out loud as if it had been a fan-fucking-tastic joke. He even theatrically wiped a tear off his eyes, that fucking pancake. Unfazed he said, "Grumpy then. So what brings you here?"

"Me?" Sam said as he grabbed the kid's shirt and pulled him forward until both their muzzles were a few inches from each other. He could smell the kid’s soap much clearer now, definitely strawberries, and the sweetness of his drink. "The fuck are you doing here, kid?"

He expected anything, really. Fear. The smell of nervous sweat. Perhaps even the scent of piss. Wolves had a way of getting to you when they growled, the more when you were one of the lesser canine species not used to a proper show of dominance. Something about instincts and facing their ancestor’s race, or whatever bullshit they taught these days. This kid, however? His face turned red. From the tip of his ears, down to the throat he was contemplating of squeezing. His mouth opened, lips parting and it looked like he was about to say something when it suddenly shut. The Husky abruptly stood up and Sam let go of his shirt as the kid stammered, "h- have to pee... be right back..."

Sam had no doubt that he wouldn’t see the kid again. Fucking about pissed himself there. Unfortunately, whatever buzz he had built up was almost gone by now and his mood couldn’t have been any worse. He comes here precisely because he doesn’t want anyone to fucking bother him, for godssake! It didn’t help that the kids scent lingered in the booth and it annoyed the wolf even more that he felt the urge to take a deeper whiff of it. Bah. He stood up and, in an afterthought, grabbed the rest of the kids drink. He sniffed the liquid, frowned at the umbrella and finally drained the glass. He considered it payment for annoying him. On his way out he sheepishly stopped by the bar and mumbled under his breath, “What was this kid’s drink named again?”

“Margarita,” the man grunted. Sam nodded and headed out, making a mental note to order it himself next time he comes here. Perhaps he had judged the kids taste a little too harshly. It was a bloody great drink.

A sigh left his muzzle as he fiddled to find a smoke. He went through three pockets until he finally found it, quickly lighting it. The air was cool to his lungs as he inhaled deeply, grumbling something offensive at the kid and the world. He scratched his arse as he wondered whether to go to the right and grab something strong for later or try to sleep sober. Then he snorted like it was even a question. He was about to take a step towards a nearby liquor store when a voice startled him.

"Wait!"

Sam's heart jumped and when he whirled around, he nearly decked the sneaky fucker out of reflex. "Jesus fucking Christ, kid. Got a suicide wish?”

“Sorry,” he laughed softly, cheeks a faint red. He stopped in front of the wolf and fiddled with his tail.

It took Sam five heartbeats before he lost his patience and growled, "The fuck do you want from me?"

The kid nearly jumped in his boots, ears folding down and Sam reckoned that curly tail would’ve landed between his legs if he wasn’t holding it right now. Yet he couldn’t smell the scent of fear, as his body language would suggest to the wolf. He only smelled nervous, a hint of that strawberry soap in the air. Sam couldn’t help but take a deeper whiff of that kid’s scent and for just a brief moment he had the overwhelming urge to push his nose in places where a wolf shouldn’t really push his nose at. His pants felt suddenly much more tighter.

"Um... well, yeah,” the kid laughed awkwardly. “I was trying to work up to that, but…”

Sam folded his arms in front of his chest. “Work up to what?” Some stupid dare to fight a wolf?

“But then you were gone when I came back and…”

“Jesus fucking christ, what?!” he barked.

Then it all came out in a single breath. "I was wondering if you want some company!"

The wolf scowled. The kid laughed awkwardly. He stared, then stared some more before blinking at the small husky. “The hell do I want with company?” he finally asked with his head titled in confusion.

Noah groaned out loud. His voice pitched loudly, "I’m trying to get in your pants, dammit! Pick you up. Do… things… together… Bedroom…"

Sam’s eyes went wide. His tense jaw went slack. He blinked, blinked a few more times as he saw the kid's face go even more red. There are a lot of things he considered himself to be good at. Like killing people. Surviving on nothing but protein bars and stale water for months on end. His sense of smell and his strength rivaled a medium sized bear. He was a damn good shot as well. All around a great solider. Flirting, on the other hand, was something Sam didn’t get at all. The first time someone had hit on him, eighteen years ago, he hadn’t even noticed until a few years later in the middle of the night when the boots shared some wild stories. He needed someone to club him over his thick skull to get it, and even then he’d just assume you are a picking a fight. Really, people just don’t hit on him unless it’s a literal thing. Ever. Now that he finally got it, he didn’t know what to think.

"Oh," he said intelligently.

"Um... so did I succeed?"

Sam blinked at the boy. Then scowled. "Now hang on, what makes you even think I'm a fag?"

It was the Huskies turn to say, "Oh. Y- you are not? I thought maybe…"

It grated the wolf in ways he couldn’t explain when the kid’s voice lost its energy, slowly fading into a hesitant whisper. He should just tell him to fuck off and get drunk at home, but there was something that made him hesitate. Maybe it’s that soft smell of his, those blue, sad eyes almost begging him, but he couldn’t help but sigh out loud. "No, I'm in fact gay. But—"

"Then…"

The wolf groaned out loud. "If you want something shoved up your ass that badly," he grumbled. "Why don't you go find someone your size to play with? I'm hardly the right person for a virgin."

It was startling how quick the husky went from flustered, shy even, to sad and then suddenly angry. Fucking Huskies were worse than a pregnant woman. The kid huffed and puffed as he glared, "I'm not a virgin!"

"Geez," the wolf lifted his paws defensively. "Relax tiger. Nothing wrong with that."

Noah scowled, then he looked thoughtful and finally sighed in defeat. "You don't find me attractive, do you? Is that it? I mean, that's fine I suppose... maybe I should’ve gone with the pink shirt…"

Sam figured he should simply agree with the kid. Tell him he wasn't his type. Not that it was too far off. He wasn't into someone as frail and weak looking as him, he believed. Maybe. Hell, he didn't even know what his type was. Sex had always been just about a quick pump and dump before he went back to fight a war he didn’t give a fuck about. There was no time for him to figure that shit out, or care for that matter, the army generally doesn’t approve of people like him, so he couldn’t ever be open about it either. What he knew, however, was that a part of him found the kid attractive. Sure, he seemed rather annoying. Too talkative. He couldn’t even decide whether to look up at the wolf’s eyes, or stare at his shuffling feet. Like Jesus Christ, he’d seen woman with more backbone than this kid! But… there was a certain appeal he reluctantly had to admit. Maybe it was the remnants of the alcohol in his blood, or maybe he wasn't the type to lie, or more likely, his dick was taking too much notice, but he said gruffly, "No. You don't look half bad, alright." He really meant it. "Would even call you cute, but..." he fumbled to find a reason. Anything. "How old are you even?"

"Twenty-four."

He scowled at the kid. His eyes going up and down his body while the boy visibly squirmed at the attention. "Well, see," Sam said. "I'm far too old for you."

"And how old are you?"

"Forty-three, kid."

"So what," the kid glowered at Sam. "Old man. It's not like people care too much in this time and age."

Well, he did have a point, Sam conceded. They were both old enough to make their own stupid decisions and it wasn’t like they were about to get married, or some other bullshit. It’s just a quick fuck. "Still..." Perhaps it was the puppy eyes the kid made, or the way he bit those soft lips begging to wrap around some wolf meat, he felt himself lose to the kid’s charm. Why the hell not, right? He hasn't gotten laid in years. Years!

"Oh," the kid said innocently after a long silence of arguing with himself. Sam frowned at him.

"What?"

"I mean, I get it now..."

He scowled. "What do you get?"

"Hey it's okay..." he nodded with exaggerated pity in his eyes. "It's okay if you can't get it up anymore, old man. Really. No worries there... happens to the—"

"Now hold on," Sam interrupted him. "My manhood is doing perfectly fine down there, alright, and stop calling me old, you Brussel Sprout."

“Brussel…,” he blinked, struggling to keep his face serious. A grin tried to emerge real hard. "Is it now, though?" he said with a voice dripping innocence. "Guess you'll have to show me to proof it..."

Jesus fucking Christ, really?

"Guess I'll have to," Sam rolled his eyes. The smirk he caught on the kid's face made him smile for all but a second.

Ridiculous.

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“And he seriously told me I didn’t know a thing about tools! Like really? It’s not like its rocket science, right? Just grab a hammer and nail the damn board, or something. As if it mattered how you do it, or what nail you need or where the nail has to go. Thanks god my Mom came in and told my father to stop being a whiny bitch—that’s what she said—and let me help him. I gracefully ignored it when he muttered something very rude at me and by the time it was evening, we were finally… Oh. So this is where you live.”

Sam truly and deeply regretted listening to his dick. All the good it ever did to him. Ever since he agreed to a fuck, the kid had started a running monologue about anything and everything, starting from his recent interest in ducks—the memes were fantastic, he said! Whatever that means—to his father being a stubborn mule if he ever needed help with anything. He suspected it was his son’s help he was stubborn about, if the ten minutes he had with the kid were an indicator. It was a literal never ending stream of words and words and… he was desperate at this point. Never before in his life had he opened his door faster, literally shoving the boy into his home without a word. God knows he had said enough for the both of them.

It wasn’t much of a home, to be honest. Hardly impressive for an adult in his forties. A simple three-room apartment with barely any decoration. It hadn’t ever been worth grabbing anything nicer given how often he was deployed, and he enjoyed a more minimalistic approach anyways, so whatever. It was good enough for him.

Once the kid was safely in, the wolf shut the door with a kick and before he could say anything more, shoved him against the wall. “Wow,” the kid gasped, a playful smile on his lips. That was all he managed to get out as Sam fisted the back of his head and muffled any noise with a rough kiss, pushing lips on lips and tongue on tongue. The kid melted under his assault, groaning and whimpering as the wolf had him firmly against the wall with no way out. His instincts were urging him on to cage his prey, to sink his fangs into the kids neck and make him whimper and whine. To establish dominance over him. Despite his best efforts to hold back, he couldn’t stop a low, rumbling growl from emerging, making the kid’s exhale stutter, his ears folding back.

The wolf knew he had made a mistake there. It was considered a bad habit to actively growl at someone, doing so in public could lead to heavy fines from the police even. People like to believe that they were above their baser instincts by now, only the uncivilized and lesser intelligent animals would give in to their basic needs, or so they say, but a growl from an actual predator would remind them that civilization had little place between a man and his prey. So Sam knew from experience that this was the moment where the kid would realize what a bad idea it was to be alone with a wolf twice his size.

And yet, to Sam’s surprise, he didn’t smell any fear coming off the kid. There was excitement in the kid’s scent, still that fruity flavor that made him want to inhale deeper, his own growing arousal and instead of pushing the wolf away, the boy submitted to him like he was alright with being the prey of a wolf.

Fucking went full mast in about a second right then.

Sam pulled off the rough kiss and breathed heavily an inch away from the kid’s muzzle, his lips slightly lifted to show off his large fangs. The kid breathed like he ran a marathon, eyes still closed, slowly opening to reveal a blue like the ocean on a warm day. Then he licked his lips, that pink, soft tongue peaking out for a brief moment as if it was taunting him to finally make proper use of it and who was he to disagree here. He moved his paw from the back of the kids neck to the top of his head and carelessly shoved him on his knees. There was hardly any resistance as he slid down the wall.

He procured a smoke from his pocket as the kid fumbled with the buttons on his pants. It lighted up and smoke filled his lungs as cool air hit his junk. Sam looked down in time to see his dick fall free from his confinement, a large, angry thing landing squarely on the boy’s muzzle. It startled him and he instinctively moved his head back, hitting it right against the wall with a thud. Sam chuffed. “Easy there, boy.”

Noah spluttered and his entire face went a similar red as his dick was. Too fucking adorable, that one. Then it was the wolf’s time to sputter when half of his length vanished within the kid’s soft, warm muzzle. Which was rather impressive given how well-endowed he was, around seven inches of wolf meat right there, thick like a beer can. Clearly not a virgin, the kid. Sam dropped a hand on the husky’s head and fisted the soft hair as he curled his toes, watching the kid slide his muzzle back and forth.

“Fucking hell,” he grunted, feeling a soft, slippery tongue do things to him that he wasn’t even aware were possible. “That’s the spot…” he muttered, his paw guiding him along, sometimes lightly, a mere suggestion, other times he would leave no other choice but forward and forward he went. The kid took it all without much struggle, now and then gagging when he went down his throat, the slick sound of lips sliding on his shaft. He was talented, Sam conceded as he exhaled a puff of smoke, or perhaps well practiced—he reminded himself to see if he had a fucking condom just in case. He doubted he had been the only one down that kid’s too talented throat, who knows what that backdoor of his looks like. Better safe than sorry.

Sam started thrusting into the kid’s muzzle, his large balls slapping his chin and when he started to feel the familiar tingle in his balls, he immediately stilled the kid and pulled him off with a firm paw. It pleased him a lot when the kid nuzzled his balls and licked them while looking back up at him. He stayed down there like a good little pup awaiting his sergeant’s instructions. Sam felt five feet taller right there.

He shook his pants and underwear off his legs and headed for his bedroom before he regretfully ended up tying the kid’s muzzle right there and then. “Come on,” he grunted. He didn’t need to turn around to hear the kid follow, nearly stumbling into the wolf in his haste.

The bedroom was nothing special either. There was a window to the left, white drapes his mother had forced on him and a single shelve his father insisted he owned. It was empty outside of a bunch of empty beer cans he for once cleaned up yesterday. The bed by the wall dominated the majority of the small room. It was a king sized one, because Sam had quickly learned that he needed a lot of room, or his nightmares would make him fall on his arse. He also liked the stretch potential. It wasn’t made, nor did he bother to put on some clean sheets—why would he when it’s only him anyways—but right now he was a little self-conscious with the kid behind him. A tiny bit. If the kid was bothered by the smell of him, that’s his problem, really. He showered daily and his nose didn’t catch anything too funky. It simply smelled like wolf.

Sam turned to look at the kid to see if he was to put off but instead of a judgmental look, he only saw an eager little pup trying to get his shorts and shirt down at the same time. Barely successful at that. Enough to let the wolf see the kid’s stiff cock poke out. It was hardly worth mentioning, half of what he had to offer, but then again, he had the impression the kid liked to bottom anyways, given how well he sucked dick. So hardly a loss there. It did make the wolf feel better about himself, though. Can’t have some kid be bigger than him now, can’t he.

Stupid wolf pride.

Before the kid broke his neck trying to undress, the wolf decided that would do. He didn’t need more than the kid’s ass anyways, so he walked in front of him and grabbed his throat to still him. The husky startled and looked up, just as Sam exhaled a puff of smoke with a one-sided smirk. Then he threw him towards the bed. The kid stumbled against the bedframe and fell, rewarding the wolf with a great view of the kid’s tight little hole. Not that it’ll stay like that for too long, mind you.

Sam didn’t wait for the kid to recover or entangle himself from his clothes. He extinguished his smoke, threw it into the garbage and took hold of the kid’s legs, forcing them up, right above the boy’s head. Then he fisted his own dick, leaned forward and rested the tip against that tight little thing waiting to be stretched by a man. The husky looked at him with a surprised expression, then it turned into anticipation as he felt the tip poke his entrance, eyes hooded over, eagerly waiting for some wolf dick up his arse. Fucking slut.

Well, he smirked. Who was he to deny that?

The thrust forward was anything but hesitant. If the husky came here expecting the wolf to make love to him like a fucking cunt, he was sorely going to be disappointed. He was a man and a soldier, and like the soldier he was, he went quick and hard. His sergeant would be fucking proud.

The tip of his spit-slickened cock collided with the boy’s tight little entrance and with the strength he had used, it breached him like a battering ram. Sam could see the kid’s eyes go wide as he entered him, his body stretching open to accommodate too much of the wolf too quickly. Then he groaned, his back curving, head thrown back as he clutched the sheets. Yet, despite the clear pain he must’ve felt, the husky didn’t tell him to stop, or to go easy when he continued to push in. To feed him his entire dick without mercy. It made the wolf growl in approval as he went on top of the kid with his larger body, covering him like a blanket. It forced the kid’s leg closer to his head as he was effectively folded together, his asshole now completely vulnerable and open to Sam’s mercy.

Too bad mercy wasn’t a thing in his dictionary.

He started to pull his hips back and slammed himself back in, rattling the bed and the boy’s body. The bed creaked as the kid cried out, his hands fumbling to wrap around Sam’s back. They clutched tightly when the next thrust slammed into the kid, a groan escaping his muzzle while his tight hole massaged the wolf’s entire length. The next thrust got a tear out of the kid’s eyes, a whimper leaving his muzzle. The sound was music to Sam’s ears, his wolf instincts urging him on to take and dominate, driving him harder into the kid’s tight asshole. And again. And again. He rammed himself back in without mercy, grunting at the pleasure he felt. The tightness gripping his dick like a vice. He watched the kid take every thrust like a good little soldier, hanging on Sam’s body like a lifeline, groaning and shaking with each slap into him.

His hips picked up the pace until they were a mere blur by now, the kid a groaning, whimpering mess while Sam made his own growled and grunted noise. The Husky was first to tip over. He felt it in his ass, the sudden contracting of his asshole. Suddenly too tight, unbearable good as his cock got massaged by a fist. The scent followed soon after and it was like a kick to his mind. A part of him preened for having gotten the kid off without a single touch, while the more primal part of him needed his own seed within the kid as soon as possible. To mark him as his. Claim it as the wolf’s property.

The wolf barely noticed the kid’s face go from bliss to pained as the waves of pleasure receded, Sam taking him harder still. His knot fighting to find entry within the too small hole. Each smack of his hips, the need to be tied overruling his mind. He slammed himself in with the ferocity of a bull, knocked into the kid with the endurance and strength of a veteran soldier. Shoved himself into the boy with as much strength as possible.

He felt him open up, the kid’s hole stretching and stretching until…

His knot slipped in.

The Husky tensed, eyes wide and as blue as the sea, then he cried out.

The Wolf bit down on the kid’s exposed throat and came as hard as a he’s never managed before, a growl leaving his muzzle. Literal stars exploded before his eyes and he was dully aware of the kid moaning yet again, more stickiness spreading between the two. He continued to rock into the kid, trying to get deeper still while his seed lubricated his attempts. He couldn’t tell how long he stayed like that, the huskies moan tapering off into a soft little whimper, but eventually he let go of the throat and licked the sore spot, his hips stilling. It took the wolf a moment to find his voice again, heavily panting. “You good there, kid?”

“Huh?” he heard a roughened-up voice.

“Still there with me?”

“Oh.” The boy took a shuddering laugh. “What year was it again?”

The wolf snorted into his neck and carelessly plopped down with a sigh. He squished the kid below him deeper into the bed with his legs still between them. Knot firmly lodged in his well stretched hole. He knew the kid would have a rough time falling asleep. It would be quiet distracting with wolf seed filling him up and the aching, pulsing pain he’d feel in his arse for days to come, but as far as Sam was concerned, it wasn’t his problem. If he didn’t want to be stuck like that, he should’ve thought twice about going home with a wolf.

A hand slapped his back in protest but he only shuffled his way between the kid’s neck, muzzle on soft fur, tongue lolling out and simply closed his eyes with the scent of strawberry in his nose. He tried to grumble something when the boy attempted to push him to the side, but the annoying hand quickly resigned to his fate and Sam fell asleep within moments.

---

‘Had a great night. See you again! --Noah’

Sam looked at the note and re read it again as if he didn’t already know the contents. It wasn’t so much that he expected something else. To be fair he had. When he woke up five minutes ago, he expected the kid to sleep next to him, which would greatly piss him off because then he’d have to get rid of him somehow. He wasn’t a big fan of the morning after. Or mornings in general. However, when he saw that the kid was gone already and found the note, he felt even more annoyed. A little insulted, perhaps. Like he hadn’t been good enough to convince the kid for a second, quick round before he threw his cute little ass out. What’s the point in staying the night, after all, if you don’t go at it in the morning as well, dammit. Obviously, he hadn’t been good enough for the kid to also leave his number behind, and didn’t that irk the wolf even more? He was good in terms of never seeing each other again, mind you, but you know, he thought he did a good job there. Hence why he felt weird and confused that he felt weird and confused at something he should be happy about. The wolf sighed and threw the note into the bin.

“Hopefully my wallet is still there…” It was and he was very grateful for that. “Probably should get tested…” he added in an afterthought. “Forgot the condoms.”

He was wolfing down some cornflakes when he realized he hadn’t woken up from a nightmare even once this night.

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