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Wise had to wonder just when he had become so… horny.
Sex wasn’t something he was overly interested in. The thought of it was nice, sure. He enjoyed letting off some stress thinking about it in his (locked!) room.
But more often than not, he simply felt too busy. Or exhausted. From managing the video store’s finances to taking care of Belle to immersing himself in Phaethon’s duties. And when he did have free time, Wise much preferred to curl up in a corner of the couch with a game than to put in the effort to have sex.
Too much work for lackluster gains.
So it came as a huge surprise when his dick suddenly started working when Von Lycaon came into the picture.
The wolf Thiren’s first appearance with the rest of Victoria Housekeeping elicited light feelings of curiosity. While the other members were certainly attractive (or cute, in Corin’s case), Wise’s eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to that gentlemanly disposition.
So elegant and refined. What would Lycaon look like when those many layers of self-control were peeled back to reveal the beast inside?
…No. That was inappropriate. Lycaon was his friend. The Thiren certainly wouldn’t appreciate others using him for a fantasy like that.
Thoughts were hard to control though, especially when Lycaon easily dwarfed Wise in size. Those large arms that could either hold him gently or break him in half—Wise wasn’t sure what it said about him that he hadn’t minded either option.
This brought him to his current predicament.
“…Master Proxy?”
Wise stared at the gloved hands surrounding his waist. Lycaon’s hands were huge, almost large enough to encircle him. Claws were carefully positioned away to avoid stabbing into soft flesh.
He had only needed to get a component from the top shelf in his room. Lycaon had been sitting on the couch reading while Wise tinkered with a spare Bangboo. Figuring that asking Lycaon would be easier than retrieving a ladder, Wise walked to the shelf and gestured as he caught the other’s attention.
“Lycaon, could you—”
Without a moment of hesitation, Lycaon had smoothly closed his book and come closer. Instead of reaching up like Wise had expected, the other man paused for a second before lifting Wise up into the air, solid hands firmly placed around his waist.
He had been so easily lifted off the ground, picked up like he weighed nothing. Being lifted as Eous couldn’t compare. A dark red blush stole across his face as he registered how… convenient such an ability would be.
Don’t be weird.
Quickly, Wise extended an arm to grab the component and distract himself from his dangerous thoughts.
“Thanks,” he blurted, like this was totally what he had meant for Lycaon to do. His traitorous hands rested on the thick ones still circling his waist. Wise couldn’t help but trace a vein on the back of Lycaon’s hand, gloveless only when the wolf relaxed enough to let down his guard.
Lycaon’s hands tightened almost imperceptibly before he cleared his throat and stepped back. Wise silently mourned the disappearance of warm touch. It had been a long time since he’d been touched so intimately.
“Of course, it is my pleasure,” Lycaon murmured. A beady red eye looked over his body as he asked, “Do you require any… additional assistance?”
Please pick me up and slam me onto your cock.
Wise was going insane. Or maybe he was way more sexually repressed than he’d thought.
“Nah, I’m okay,” he said. He was suddenly conscious of how hot it was in his room, even after he had thrown off his jacket.
He swallowed. “Actually,” Wise murmured as he leaned in closer. Lycaon obligingly bowed his head, a furred ear twitching to show his attention. “Could I sit next to you?”
That was clearly not what the other expected. Still, it spoke to Lycaon’s professionalism that he barely hesitated before agreeing.
“You are always welcome to sit next to me. It is not necessary to ask, for you are my master.”
As Wise followed the other back to the couch (definitely not looking at those broad shoulders), he found himself anticipating the close contact. But as excited as he was…
He stopped in place and looked away. The dim light from the overhead lamp casted familiar shadows on his carpet. “You know, Lycaon, you don’t have to agree to everything I ask. I may be your master but I’m also your friend.”
Wise definitely didn’t want to cross any boundaries. And a not-so-insignificant part of him hated the idea that anyone else could experience the same treatment that Lycaon gave to him.
He startled as Lycaon quickly turned around.
The expression on Lycaon’s face looked intense as he spoke hurriedly, “I understand your concerns. Rest assured, I will refuse any orders I am truly uncomfortable with. I am more than happy to follow your orders.”
Wise carefully examined him. Lycaon’s tail wagged behind him, verifying the truth of his words. His head was slightly bowed while he stood there, submissive and open. That look of gentle vulnerability that was reserved for Wise… It was too much.
Unable to stop himself, Wise gave into temptation and stood on his tip-toes to touch and stroke those unimaginably soft ears. Lycaon made a choked noise as if he were being gutted, body shuddering at the sudden touch to a sensitive place.
Warmth blossomed in Wise’s chest when the other silently leaned into the touch after the initial shock wore off. A barely noticeable rumble from Lycaon’s chest reverberated throughout the room as Wise ran fingers through silky hair and smoothed down the tousled fur.
Wise stealthily nudged them both forwards until Lycaon plopped onto the couch with Wise settled on top of him. He eagerly resumed petting the wolf Thiren, uncaring of how his ass sat squarely on Lycaon’s lap.
“You like this, huh?” Wise teased. Unflappable composure? That couldn’t stand. As much as he loved seeing Lycaon in his element, it was even better to witness the flustered reactions that were normally well-hidden.
Lycaon let out an undignified huff from his snout. “Master Proxy, you are lucky to have grasped my weakness.” The low rumble ceased but Wise could feel how loose-limbed and relaxed the wolf was underneath him.
Still trying to be prim and proper, huh?
Wise employed the secret technique of scratching behind the ears. Howl always loved when he did that.
“—Mmph!”
Bingo.
Lycaon’s attempts to smother his whines were cute. So cute, in fact, that Wise realized that he had played himself. Because now he was on top of someone he was very much attracted to. In his room. While Lycaon’s rather sizable bulge pressed into his ass.
There was no way to hide how hard Wise had become.
Lycaon noticed when he stopped scratching, because of course he did. Heat emanated from Wise’s face as he attempted to control his arousal while trying to come up with an excuse.
In the midst of his internal panicking, Wise almost jumped out of his skin at the presence of large hands on his waist again.
Slowly, carefully, Lycaon pushed Wise’s hips downwards—straight into his lap. Wise could feel the hot length bulging obscenely from the fabric, eager to be let out. Face aflame, he couldn’t help but moan when his ass unconsciously rubbed against it. The friction of solid abs against his own cock felt amazing. Doubly so when he remembered it was the polite and gentlemanly Lycaon he was frotting against.
“Lycaon, please…” Wise groaned as his hips stuttered awkwardly. Furry ears twitched in his face when his iron grip moved down to Lycaon’s shoulders. The heat of the wolf’s body felt heavenly against his skin.
A noise that sounded awfully like a purr resounded against him.
“I’m here, master. Allow me to take care of you,” Lycaon said with a hum. His friend used a single sharp claw to hook the edge of Wise’s pants down. Even now, Lycaon was controlled in his use of strength. Wise had to wonder what it would take for him to lose it.
The thought of that only made his cock harder.
His cock kicked up the moment his pants were removed, leaving an embarrassing trail of precome leaking from the tip. It was flushed red with the arousal that had been steadily building in the background, while he was thinking about being manhandled by the other man.
Lycaon let out a heavy breath. His voice was noticeably more husky when he murmured, “You look beautiful. I am honored that you gave me a chance to see you like this.”
Wise could hear the smile in his voice. It caused a grin to stretch across his own face. He had never been ashamed of his body, but it was nice to have reassurance from your partner that a delicate-looking frame was a turn-on. It meant so much more coming from someone he respected.
“Could you give me the honor of seeing you too?” Wise licked his lips.
Feeling bold, he reached down and grasped at the hard length tenting the tight pants that Lycaon wore. A deep groan answered him as Lycaon struggled to keep his hips down. Wise’s hand smugly squeezed around the fabric until an obscene wet patch formed. It was more enjoyable than he thought to see Lycaon unable to stop himself from thrusting his hips forward.
“A—Ah! Master Proxy… may I touch you? Please?”
Wise stopped in an effort to hold himself back. Lycaon’s desperation for him was affecting him a little too much.
“Yeah, you can, Lycaon.” Wise leaned in and pressed a light kiss to Lycaon’s mouth. He cradled the other’s face and laughed softly, “You can do anything you want to me. I’m yours.”
He was not prepared to see Lycaon losing control in that exact moment.
Wise yelped when he was suddenly flipped. A sense of weightlessness descended upon him as he slowly realized that—yes, he was upside-down. The position made him feel incredibly exposed: legs wide open, cock hanging and dripping, ass on full display.
Meanwhile, Lycaon was so affected at the sight that he hadn’t apologized like he normally would. Instead, one furry hand wrapped around Wise’s entire length and started stroking him in pleasurable agony. With his other hand, Lycaon carefully thumbed the rim of Wise’s hole.
Oh fuck. This is really happening.
“Wait!” He winced with a moan when a particularly sensitive spot on his cock was touched. “I, I already prepared myself.”
Silence.
Lycaon stared down at him, pupil dilated and maw open. He looked—ravenous. Like Wise was a meal that had prepared itself to be eaten.
He whimpered, another spurt of precome emerging unwillingly from his cock.
Wise’s toes curled as two fingers lay teasingly at his entrance. They slowly spread him open, uncaring of how it tried to wink closed.
“My master is a greedy little thing, isn’t he?”
Wise froze.
Lycaon didn’t tease often. His strong sense of propriety overshadowed it, and Wise only caught a glimpse of it when there was a full moon.
But Lycaon using it in this way made him so unbearably aroused.
“I… I am! Sorry. I was thinking about you—nngh!”
A thick tongue plunged inside him, setting his whole body on fire. Wise felt tears of oversensitivity form at the corners of his eyes. Lycaon’s hand resumed milking his cock, stroking and squeezing from base to tip. The wolf Thiren’s tongue felt pleasurably rough against his walls. Lycaon was going so, so deep, exploring his insides like he had every right to. Every lick felt deeply intrusive, a warm and wet presence that felt wrong and right.
Wise’s legs spasmed as he struggled to clamp onto something, anything, to anchor him.
“Ly, Lycaonnn,” he moaned deliriously. Lycaon groaned in answer while he continued ravishing him.
With a final shout, the sensations overloaded him and he came with a gasp. The come left a messy trail on his chest that Lycaon shamelessly lapped up.
Wise breathed heavily in an attempt to catch his breath. Sex was so much work. He could feel a cramp starting to form in the overused muscle. But before that…
Sitting up, Wise examined his friend. Lycaon was valiantly attempting to hide his boner, which was the exact opposite of what Wise wanted.
“C’mon, let me take care of you too,” he said with a stroke to Lycaon’s chin. That got the attendant melting immediately, which Wise took full advantage of to settle in next to him.
He eagerly took off Lycaon’s pants. They were visibly stained from earlier, having become wetter while Lycaon was busy pleasuring him.
An enormous cock popped out, heavy and thick in his hands. It was flushed an angry red and leaking copious amounts of fluid.
Wise stared.
Sure he’d felt it through the fabric before. And he’d known Lycaon was a large man. That didn’t mean he was prepared for how fucking huge it was.
Wise wanted it inside his mouth immediately.
“Master Proxy, you don’t have to,” Lycaon interrupted his train of thought. The way he was clawing at the armrest betrayed how much he was holding back.
The amount of self-restraint this man put himself under… Wise wanted to reward him.
He lowered himself so that Lycaon’s cock was right next to his cheek.
“But what if I want to?” Wise raised his eyebrows before wrapping a hand around the thick base of the cock. A prominent vein throbbed enticingly, so he licked that too. Lycaon threw his head back with a moan, the muscles in his neck flexing.
“You don’t have to hold back with me. Trust me. I’ve been dreaming about this, so please use me to your heart’s content,” Wise continued. His lips quirked up. “I’ll pinch you if I want you to stop.”
Before Lycaon could question that, Wise stuffed that hard cock he’d been wanting so badly down his throat.
Wolf Thirens must run hot because the cock in his mouth felt warm to the touch. It filled up his throat in a satisfying way. He unfortunately could only take about half of it before his gag reflex triggered, but he made up for it with his hands and tongue. It was exhilarating to see Lycaon jerking and whimpering and growling, unmade entirely through Wise’s mouth.
With a smirk, Wise tongued the slit of Lycaon’s cock, enjoying the salty drops being milked out. And the final touch—he massaged the place where he assumed a knot formed. Who knew watching some steamy Thiren porn as a bored and curious teenager would be useful someday?
“Hah, Master Wise…! Please be careful—oh!” Lycaon’s cut-off moans accompanied the gorgeous swell of his knot. The tissue was red and throbbing and perfect.
Before Wise could do anything else, a hand roughly grabbed his hair and yanked.
Wise gagged immediately, choking around the cock that was suddenly deep inside his throat but not to the point of touching the knot. He couldn’t help but swallow continuously around the huge length. A bitter stream of warm come settled inside his stomach as tears pricked at his eyes.
His own cock twitched inside his pants.
Wise could distantly hear Lycaon’s fretful words and apologies while he tried to pull him off.
That wouldn’t do.
Instead, Wise created a tight circle with his fingers around Lycaon’s knot to apply pressure and imitate a locking. At the same time, he allowed the back of his throat to contract rhythmically around the head of the wolf Thiren’s cock.
The reaction was immediate. Lycaon let out an uncharacteristic curse and the muscles of his thighs flexed from where Wise sat against him. A growl echoed throughout the room as Lycaon’s hips rutted forward, sending another satisfying shot of come down his throat. Wise’s brain felt like mush. It felt so right to be stuck on Lycaon’s cock, used exclusively for his pleasure. This was where he was meant to be.
The outside world felt distant. He dimly registered being moved. The comforting presence next to him was cleaning him with a washcloth and pressing light kisses against his skin. The cloth dipped in between his thighs and stomach. Soft fur pressed against his back. An elegant voice droned on in the background, blanketing him in warmth and safety.
He was floating, floating, floating.
A gentle hand cradled his face. The tender expression on his favorite housekeeper’s face brought Wise back to reality.
He blinked. How much time had passed?
“It has been a half an hour, Master Proxy,” Lycaon said dutifully. The other man had opted to go shirtless, most likely because they had made a downright mess of each other’s clothes. Anyway, that was fine with Wise. It meant that he could snuggle into the exposed chest in front of him. The fur at the top of Lycaon’s chest was just as soft as he imagined it would be.
“Thank you for handling everything, Lycaon,” Wise said with a smile. He felt secure with the weight of Lycaon’s arm wrapped around him.
Wise lifted his head to catch Lycaon’s gaze. The wolf Thiren was looking at him with devout attention.
And that gave him the courage to continue.
“Being in your presence always makes me feel so reassured and happy. Moments spent with you are what I look forward to the most. And I’m obviously attracted to you. Like, extremely down bad. Did I teach you that slang yet? Okay, anyway, what I mean to say is…”
He swallowed and closed his eyes.
“I have feelings for you. Would you become my partner?”
A brief silence greeted him. Wise opened his eyes, scared of what he might find.
The corner of Lycaon’s eye crinkled as he looked at Wise with the brightest smile he had ever seen on the housekeeper’s face. Lifting one of Wise’s hands, Lycaon placed a chaste kiss on the back of it.
“There are not enough words to describe the boundless depth of affection I have for you, Master Wise. I truly cherish your company. I can always feel like myself when I am with you. I would be more than happy to become your partner.”
Wise’s heart pounded. The tips of his ears must be red. He felt like he was a teen with a crush all over again, butterflies fluttering at the thought of his feelings being reciprocated. He squeezed Lycaon’s hand back as an uncontrollable grin spread across his face.
“Although I must admit,” Lycaon grimaced. “It was… uncouth of me to skip the courting. I did not even prepare any snacks or beverages before—”
Wise snorted. “Before eating my ass?”
Lycaon choked while Wise laughed at his reaction. He reached up to pet Lycaon's ears and continued, “It’s alright, Lycaon. Honestly, I was going crazy with sexual frustration so you did me a favor. If you’re up for it next time, could you knot m—”
Wise’s beloved partner smothered him into his chest to prevent him from finishing that sentence.