Wolfrider

The sun had set a while ago and the lights were finally dying inside the apartment. Borai was more than relieved about it. He had become stiff from sitting on his bike the whole time, not to mention the other itch he had that desperately demanded scratching.

He stretched his whole body, checked his watch and decided that it would be safer to wait for another half hour before going to the man that destiny had decided to be his mate.

As the time neared, Borai found himself drifting back to the coffee shop where his nose had caught the scent of this man for the first time. It was reminiscent to him of cinnamon and strangely of the smell of dry grass in a light summer rain. It had caught him so unprepared that he had to wrestle with himself not to just go to the man, rip off their clothes and fuck him right there in front of everybody. But not only would that have gotten him arrested, maybe even both of them, but he didn't want his first time with his mate to be like that, as arousing as the idea of fucking in public was. The most sensible thing would have been to walk away for the time being or asking the man for his number. But Borai had been so horny at the time he probably would not have been able to control himself. He had problems controlling himself right now, where the scent of his mate was not constantly filling his nostrils. So there he was, unable to walk away and unwilling to just go to his mate. What remained in his mind as the best option was stalking the man; and trusting that his mate's instincts were strong enough to not resist Borai's advances.

He checked his watch again and decided that enough time had passed. Leaving the safety of the woods and using the shadows as cover, he searched for an entrance; his fine ears had told him that his mate had locked the front door when he had arrived. The back door was also shut tight but Borai's nose caught that alluring scent coming from a slightly open window. Luckily his mate had not closed that one as well and Borai hoped it was true fate and not just common chance, hoping that this would be a further sign that he was on the ride path. Borai handled the window with outmost care so as to make as little noise as possible. When the only sound was a very light creak Borai's heart beat was going down a nudge; when he could only hear so much, his mate, who judging by the scent was clearly human, surely could not.

The window was barely wider than Borai's large frame and so it was a little awkward for him to get in but thankfully all the exercise in wolf form had given him arms strong enough to lift himself into the house. While getting his torso inside was easy, it was still kind of awkward to get the rest of him into the house and for the second time that night he thanked the gods, since this way his mate did not have to see him getting up after climbing through the window, albeit crawling might have been a better word. When he was on his feet again Borai inhaled deeply and caught the strongest trail. His nose let him through the kitchen, the living room and finally to what could only be the bedroom. The scent of the man was so strong here that it made Borai's heart go crazy again and pumped fresh blood into his dick.

And there, illuminated by light from the outside was the reason he was here. Lying naked with the sheets draped around one hip and falling down his legs was his mate. Borai got close to the bed and stood there for a moment, taking in the beautiful form. The floppy hair that had hung into the man's face was now spread on the pillow. The lean back that had been covered at the coffee shop by a red T-shirt was now exposed for his appreciation. His eyes traveled down to a slender waistline, now free of the blue jeans that had tugged that firm ass. The man was quite tiny in comparison. Where Borai was tall, wide, hard and muscular, this man was small, lean and soft. They looked like polar opposites in many ways. Borai's hair was jet black, the man's medium brown. Judging by his memory only their brown eyes matched.

What was his mate’s name? What were his passions? Borai wanted to know everything about him. But these questions were swept aside as the man moved his head and Borai's eyes fell again on that long neck that had looked so kissable, suckable even. He leaned forward and kissed the back of the neck, his mate emitting a soft moan, before Borai moved with his kisses closer to the throat and sucked there with some force. His mate hissed, followed by a gasp of pleasure that made Borai's boner press even more against the inside of his jeans, crying out for release. But Borai refused. He wanted this moment to last as long as possible and when he couldn't enjoy his mate as a man he at least wanted to enjoy his body, for now. So Borai gave his dick a mental beat down and continued to kiss his mate's neck, before going with his lips to the shoulder blades, following the spine, over the lower back and kissing his mate's side, earning one moan after another. When he changed his kisses to open mouthed ones and applied suction to it, his mate actually bucked a bit and the sheet covering parts of his body fell down, revealing his ass. The sight of the two mounds made Borai lick his lips and increased the screams of his dick to a crescendo and at that moment knew he would have no chance to hold back any more.

His mind must have processed at Mach speed, because Borai found himself instantly disrobing, as fast as he could but still not fast enough for his dick's liking. When he had gotten rid of all, he climbed on the bed, over his mate, stopped in front of him on his knees and presented his cock to the man. He saw the nostril's flare and his mate inhaling the scent, raising from the mattress and taking Borai in. He started to suck immediately and Borai let his head fall back in a moan, his eyes rolling in their sockets and he was overwhelmed by the heavenly feeling. He knew he would not have been able to hold his orgasm down until he had prepared his mate. The edge had to be taken of first and he was so eager to be inside his mate that he had chosen this route.

And what a good route it turned out to be. Despite being probably half asleep still, his mate sucked Borai off just the way he liked it, strong and slow, leaving no doubt that he wanted him inside his mouth. His orgasm was close, Borai could feel the heat rising and his cock exploded inside that heavenly warm mouth. His mate didn't stop sucking and swallowed it all, absolutely unperturbed by Borai unloading himself inside of him. Borai fell forward and could only barely catch himself with his arms or otherwise he would have fallen on top of the man.

Now that he could last longer again, Borai pulled out of the man and turned him around, revealing a delicious looking boner. He dived down and took it all in. He sucked and liked, rotated his hand around it and made his mate scream with lust. In an attempt to make him shut up, Borai climbed on top of him and presented his hard dick over his face, counting on being sucked like before.

Instead he felt how his mate rose and grabbed both of his buttocks, gave them a squeeze before he pulled them apart and dove in. He pushed with his tongue against the ring of muscle, making Borai buck a bit from the sensation and getting his entrance slick and loose. Borai groaned and lowered his hips up a bit, giving him better access. For a few seconds his mate didn't rim him anymore, possibly only watching Borai's hole. Borai himself felt his hole clench and unclench, taking it as a sign that maybe he should try something with his mate that he had never tried with anyone before. His mate licked his cleft again, diving in deep and getting him slick, adding his finger to breach him some more and loosen him up.

Borai let go of the tasty cock in his mouth and moaned a 'more.' His mate seemed happy to comply and licked again before adding a second finger. Borai felt the new desire of his ass demanding to finally get the cock he was licking inside his virgin ass. He demanded for more again and so his mate added a third finger and began stretching the hole. When Borai felt he had loosened up enough he gave the cock a last lick, turned around and gave his mate a long kiss and let their tongues play for a while.

"What is your name," he whispered into his mate's ear.

"Sergiy," the man said with a gasp and the eyes half-closed, "is this a dream?"

"I am Borai and this is a dream come true."

"Oh my god!!!"

"Do you have any lube in here?"

"Gosh, yes."

"Where?"

"In the nightstand next to my bed," Sergiy whispered and then hissed when Borai gave his neck one last nip before leaving the bed and searching for the lube. He found a half full bottle in the upper drawer next to a dildo that looked bigger than Borai's own cock, and that one may not be a giant but it did make Borai a tad cocky that he was an inch or so above average in length and width. Borai wondered whether his mate had ever used this monster of a toy on himself or someone else. The moment of curiosity ended as Borai heard movement of the bed followed by soft moans behind him. He turned around to see his mate stroking his cock, slowly first but steadily increasing in speed. Apparently Borai was not the only one horny as hell and while the sight was surely adding to that situation, he would not have it that he was only the appetizer for Sergiy. Sergiy would have Borai as appetizer, main course and dessert. He would have him for the rest of their lives and Sergiy would know what a tasty dish Borai was.

The monster dildo forgotten Borai grabbed the lube, opened it while covering the distance to the bed, pushed Sergiy's hand aside, getting a slightly annoyed grunt from him, and coated Sergiy's dick with lube, turning Sergiy's annoyance into approving groans. While slowly finger-fucking himself, Borai added a generous amount of lube on his fingers, thereby covering the muscle from the outside and inside. The reduced friction let him do the fucking faster and suddenly he noticed that he wished to fuck himself on his own fingers.

He stopped, crawled up to Sergiy again, kissed him and told him that he wished to be fucked doggy style. Then he placed himself in front of Sergiy, spread his legs and presented his ass, offering himself to Sergiy.

He felt the bed move again and Sergiy's slender hands grabbing his hips with one hand to steady Borai and probably using the other to place the tip of his cock against the tight opening. Borai heard him take one big breath and felt how he pushed, popping past the ring of muscle and slowly sliding in to the root until that tight ass had swallowed him completely. Borai gave a short gasp of pleasure, his eyes closing as he breathed in and out, staving off a quick release as Sergiy emitted a long and low moan. The scent of precum reached Borai's nose, his own.

"Fuck me Sergiy, fuck me now!" Borai suddenly growled and Sergiy seemed more than happy to obey the command.

Grabbing both hips, he slowly pulled out until only the head of his cock remained inside and then slammed back in. Borai growled an approving 'Yes' and lost it. Sergiy hold back no longer and slammed in with full force the second time, getting another approving groan, nearly a yell, from Borai.

The feel of the hard, slick cock sliding in and out was incredible. Borai felt Sergiy's cock impale him over and over again, making the two become one in the flesh. Borai began to sweat and the bed moved with each slam, the sound of skin connecting ringing throughout the room, mingling with their moans and drowning out all other sounds. Borai was mesmerized by the entire scene, Sergiy's hands holding on to his hips and his cock giving Borai so much pleasure, the sounds of his moans, the way he stroked his prostate over and over. At the moment Sergiy was a thing of absolute beauty to Borai, he was all firm lines, big cock, powerful thrusts and totally responsive to Borai's way of doing sex; it felt like heaven and he couldn't believe that he had not thought of doing this before.

"You're a good piece of ass Borai," Sergiy growled.

Borai's cock became engorged as his release neared, his ass bouncing every time Sergiy slammed forward. His head fell back as his canines elongated, and his eyes shifted as his claws extended.

For some reason Sergiy let his cock slide out, making Borai curse, growl and ordering him to go back in again and fuck him hard. Once again Sergiy would not deny him his will. He steadied his cock again, slamming that firm, sweet ass back on his boner and continued to fuck, almost punishing Borai's hole.

Borai yelled and felt his cock release a second time this night. Maybe not wanting to stay behind or possibly hurt his mate with his rough love, Sergiy made his hips thrust faster and within seconds Borai felt the seed bathe the stretched channel, filling his ass. It was such an intense experience that Borai wondered whether he had been pumped so full that his ass might be overflowing. Of course that was stupid, but maybe the mixture of endorphins and the certainty of having found his destined mate - with whom else could sex be this good - messed a bit with his brain and made him over-anxious, a state he hoped would not last.

Of course both were fine and all, if maybe a bit exhausted. He was able to stay on his fours until Sergiy's soft dick had left him, then he almost instantly fell on the bed, Sergiy next to him, falling asleep again with a blissful expression on his face.

Borai was sure that his mate would think all of this was a dream in the morning, an insanely hot dream but a dream nonetheless. That line of thought didn't sit well with him but they had a good time and would have many more to come, of that he was sure, so what was this one time that it hadn't gone completely perfect? Nothing in the grand scheme of things, and like before, they had a very good time, something Borai had only dreamed about and so maybe it was understandable that Sergiy would think it to be one, would it have been reversed Borai might have thought the same.

As he put his clothes back on, his mind was already days ahead of the current situation. He had to make plans for the two of them to officially meet. They would have to date, get to know each other and Borai had to reveal his, or better their secret to Sergiy. As annoying as it all was to him it was necessary, Borai was a werewolf and Sergiy wasn't, he had to be introduced to all of this and this would need to take time.

As he rushed away on his bike he shortly thought how his mate might feel in the morning.

*****

The light of the day and the sound of birds let Sergiy awake to his best morning in months. He had the most amazing dream last night: An absolute god of a man, big, muscular, animalistic, the perfect guy for him had come to his bed and had pampered him and his ass with kisses, rimming, fingering and intense fucking of a scale Sergiy had never imagined. It had all felt so real and intense that he even felt as if he had fucked a big ass. The memory of his dream made him hard again and so he took his dildo out of his nightstand and imagined it to be the cock of his dream lover. He sucked his lover off, slapped his dick against his cheeks, licked his shaft and when he wanted more, he covered it with lube, laid back and slammed it into his hole, pushing in and out, in the rhythm he wanted his dream hunk to fuck him.