Hidden Edges
Cass stood frozen, staring down at the gun.
The wooden dresser drawer stood open in Roan's room, it had caught Cass' eye as he walked by and he stole a peek. Black metal caught the light with a cold, matte finish, the grip textured for a firm hold. Next to it lay a compact knife in a worn leather sheath, two burner phones sealed in their packaging, a coiled tactical belt, and a couple of pouches that screamed purpose. This was not casual. This was ready. Cass swallowed hard. He owned a few guns himself, tucked away in a safe back home, but he had lost all interest in target practice years ago even though he was quite good. Those pieces felt like relics, dusty and forgotten. This one looked different, tactical and alive, like it had been pulled out yesterday and might be needed again tomorrow.
He had only walked past Roan’s room to grab a charger. One glance at the half-open drawer and curiosity pulled him in. Now he could not look away.
The front door clicked open.
Roan’s heavy boots crossed the living room in three long strides. Cass straightened fast, but it was too late. The wolf filled the doorway, golden eyes sharpening as they moved from Cass to the drawer and back.
One heartbeat of silence stretched between them.
Then Roan moved.
He crossed the room in one smooth motion, big paws catching Cass by the hips and pressing him back against the wall, walking him back. The contact was firm, warm fur and solid muscle pinning him without crushing. Roan’s muzzle dipped straight to Cass’s neck, hot breath rolling over skin as the wolf inhaled deep, greedy, like he needed the scent to survive. Cass couldn't believe it but he couldn't stop himself from enjoying it either. Roan really was hot in all the ways that click with Cass.
“Been thinking about you nonstop,” Roan growled low against his throat. One paw slid under Cass’s shirt, rough pads dragging slow circles over bare stomach. Cass knew there were pretty scary claws in those fingers, but they didn't touch his skin. Roan was soo careful, as if humans were fragile to him. The touch sent sparks straight down Cass’s spine.
Cass’s brain fogged instantly. The gun, the knives, the burners, everything faded under the sudden weight of fur and heat and want. Roan’s tongue flicked out, tasting salt at the base of his neck, then teeth grazed just enough to make Cass’s knees weaken. Cass reached a hand around and held the back of Roan's powerful neck as he licked, feeling the movement of muscles under his fingers, turning himself on incredibly. He found himself "scritching" behind Roan's ears for a moment, the way you would a pet, but anthro's were no pets. He apologized but Roan told him it's fine, kinda hot actually.
"Just don't forget who the ALPHA is, as you pet me like I'm the pup." Roan gave him the hottest smile, his wolf lust not contained behind it at all.
“Roan…”
“Bedroom. Now.”
Roan did not wait. He scooped Cass up like he weighed nothing, carried him down the hall, and kicked the door shut. Clothes disappeared fast. Shirt yanked over Cass’s head, jeans shoved down with impatient paws, boxers dragged away until Cass stood completely naked, already half-hard in the cool air of the room.
Cass let out a shaky laugh. “Jesus. A few days ago you were just my gaming buddy, now... damn... I dunno haha. This is wild."
Roan’s grin flashed sharp white fangs. “And you were just the quiet human who smelled too good to ignore. Now you are mine. And I like wild, babe, you should know that. I've only been putting up with the roommate routine, content with beers and pizza and videogames, us wolves learn to adapt our behavior to fit in better with humans, so it's not uncomfortable, but you've unlocked the real Roan.” He backed Cass toward the bed until the mattress hit his knees. “Lie down.”
Cass obeyed, heart pounding. Roan stripped his own shirt in one fluid motion, jeans following, then stretched out on his back across the sheets. He was tall on the bed, and his black fur majestic as fuck, Cass thought. His paw wrapped around the black sheath at his groin and stroked slow and deliberate. The thick red length slid free, slick and heavy, already beading precum at the tip. The knot at the base began to swell, full and intimidating.
Roan’s voice dropped to a husky velvety command. “Come here, pup. Suck me.”
The words sent a hot shiver through Cass, his own cock twitching hard against his belly. But Roan’s ears flicked back right away and his expression softened.
“Wait. Shit. Is that okay?” He sat up a little, paw still loosely curled around himself. “I know it is different. Wolf cock in a human mouth. The knot, the taste, the amount of cum usually, not what you're used to, Cass. If you are not ready, we stop right now. No pressure.”
Cass crawled between Roan’s powerful thighs and settled on his stomach, face inches from the dripping shaft. The musk hit him full force, rich and wild and pure Roan. He looked up.
“I am more than willing to give it a go,” he said quietly. “For you. I've wanted to suck cock for awhile now... just, trying to ease into it...”
Roan exhaled, paw coming up to cup Cass’s cheek. “Good boy. Take it however you want to, it's your first one, but I think you'll love it.”
Cass leaned in. The first taste was salt and heat, thick precum coating his tongue as he licked the tip, warm but mostly tasteless. He surprised himself how eagerly he lapped the fluid up. Soo naughty, which is probably what encouraged him along. Roan groaned deep in his chest. Cass opened wider, took the head past his lips, then more, sliding down, submitting, doing what should be embarassing to him. But he wanted to enjoy this, not be shamed by it. The shaft throbbed against his tongue, velvet over steel, far thicker than anything he had ever imagined. He worked slow at first, learning the ridge where the knot would lock, the way Roan’s hips jerked when he swirled around the slit. He was loving that his mouth could make Roan react, loving making those sexy perfectly fit black furred hips jolt. And he was loving the feel of cock in his mouth.
Roan’s paw stroked his hair, gentle and encouraging. “Your mouth feels incredible. You're a natural, babe. Doing great, hmmmmph yes."
Cass hummed around the length, the vibration pulling another growl from the wolf. He bobbed deeper, throat relaxing as best he could, saliva slicking every inch. Roan’s breathing turned ragged, abs flexing, tail thumping the mattress. Soo hot, so animal and instinctual, just like how he felt with this thick cock in his throat. Giving, and loving it.
When the knot began to pulse harder against Cass’s lips, Roan’s paw moved to the base, fingers circling tight to hold it back. “Not yet, pup. Not in your throat. You are not ready for that stretch.”
Cass pulled off just enough to breathe, then dove back in, sucking harder. Roan’s hips bucked. A low whine escaped the wolf’s muzzle.
“Gonna… fuck…”
The wolf's hips arched, the cock pressed in deeper, and Cass could actually feel the muscles thicken against his tongue, his lips. The first heavy spurt hit the back of Cass’s throat, with more force than he expected, and an audible rush sound he heard in his ears that probably only he culd hear. It was too much, too sudden, too thick. Cass coughed hard around the cock, eyes watering, but he did not pull away. Another pulse flooded his mouth, then another, warm and bitter-salty and endless wolf cum. But not just that, not just the sexiness of wolf cum that he's seen in porno and dreamed about, but it was ROAN'S cum, and he loved it more for that. He swallowed frantically, gulping down what he could, but some still leaked past his lips and dripped down his chin.
It shoulda been nasty, the taste and texture wasn't stellar, but the act of pleasuring Roan and receiving fluid from that sexy cock, fluid from deep inside Roan's most pleasure giving anatomy, fur covered, masculine. Hot. The way Roan’s whole body shook, the way his paw tightened in Cass’s hair, the raw pleasure rolling off him made it worth every drop. Cass had never sucked or swallowed anyone before, let alone an anthro. The intimacy of it, the trust, the knowledge that he was pleasing Roan, turned the whole thing electric. He kept swallowing, coughing softly between pulses, determined to take everything the wolf gave him.
When the last spurts finally eased, Roan’s paw kept the knot locked away from Cass’s lips. The red shaft jerked a few more times, painting the wolf’s belly fur with leftover white ropes. Roan’s head fell back, muzzle parted in a silent, shuddering howl of pleasure, chest heaving.
He hauled Cass up with both arms, tucking him against his side in a crushing hug. Fur pressed warm and soft against skin. Cass could feel the wolf’s heart slamming.
“You did great babe,” Roan murmured, muzzle nuzzling into Cass’s hair. “So fucking hot, I loved it. I love you, pup.”
They stayed like that a minute, breathing together. Then Roan shifted, guiding Cass until he lay back against the wolf’s broad chest, head pillowed on thick fur. Roan’s spent cock, still half-hard and slick, draped heavily across Cass’s own package, rising up from underneath Cass' balls, which hung loose and draped the red dick. The thick length covered balls and shaft completely when Roan pulled it upward pointing toward their faces, warm weight pressing down like a living claim.
Roan’s paw wrapped around Cass’s length and stroked slow and firm. His own cock shifted with every motion, sliding against Cass’s sensitive skin, adding slick friction and heat. Roan stroked Cass against his own dick, Cass arched, gasping, hips jerking into the touch.
“Roan… oh god yes... fuck man, I don't deserve this, you're too good to me, Roan.”
“Let go for me, pup. Show me how good it feels.”
The rhythm built fast. Roan’s strokes were confident, thumb pumping his meat a little, rubbing the cock head on every upstroke while his wolf cock rubbed along the underside of Cass’s shaft. Pressure coiled tight in Cass’s gut. He clutched at Roan’s arm, body trembling, anchoring himself against Roan.
When he came it hit like a wave, white ropes streaking his stomach and splashing over Roan’s red length, mixing with leftover wolf cum. Cass shook through every pulse, moaning Roan’s name, body going liquid against the wolf’s chest, vision nearly blanking out, his cock soo horny with the reality of him getting what he always dreamed of, it felt like it was gonna burst from how intense his erection was.
They panted in the quiet, Cocks together, Cass's balls drawn up but now relaxing in the wamrth, the skin stretching over Roan's cock.
Then Roan’s phone buzzed on the nightstand.
Roan swore under his breath. He reached over, glanced at the screen, and his whole body tensed.
“Shit. I have to take this.”
He answered, voice clipped and low. “Yeah. On my way.”
The call ended. Roan sat up, easing Cass off him gently, then rolled out of bed. Cass got up and grabbed his shirt, wiping Roan down as best he could. There was cum in his fur, tons of mess on his cock and balls.
Roan crossed to the dresser, pulled the drawer wider, and started strapping on gear, belt first, knife sheath next, one burner clipped to his waist. The gun slid into a concealed holster under his jacket.
Cass pushed up on his elbows, still dazed and sticky. “Roan… what is all that?”
Roan paused, paw resting on the gun grip. His golden eyes met Cass’s, softer than the situation allowed.
“Pack business. Anthro stuff. Nothing you need to worry about.” He stepped closer, cupped Cass’s face with one paw. “No danger to you. I promise. No danger to me either, really it's not worth my time but sometimes everyone else is too incompetant and need a little help. I will be back before dawn. I'm sorry that I can't really explain it...”
Cass opened his mouth to push for more, but Roan leaned down and kissed him, deep and possessive, tasting of salt and promise.
“Stay here. Lock the door if it makes you feel better, but nothing is going on seriously. I will text when I am on my way back.”
Then the wolf was gone, the door clicking shut behind him.
Cass sat alone in the rumpled bed, heart pounding, staring at the empty drawer. What the fuck was pack business?
In his moment of clarity after nutting, he wondered what he was getting himself into. Roan was pretending to be a typical roommate? That's what anthros do? What is there some secret underground society doesn't know about? And that possessive alpha attitude... it's hot... but it's also not roleplay like Cass was telling himself it was. Roan said it was his true self, no longer hiding...
... what more is there to all this?
End of Chapter 2.
Thanks for the kudos/comments on Chapter 1! Things are heating up… and getting complicated. More pack secrets and wilder rides ahead.
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