*Content warnings in description*
The connection was immediate.
Lan pushed the door shut behind him and barreled forward before his brain could catch up. Any musings about simply letting Adrian fade into memory vanished. He stumbled and scrambled, arms wrapping around Adrian’s neck.
“You’ve gotten bolder.”
Burying his face against Adrian’s warm shoulder, Lan took a deep breath. A clean, nostalgic scent filled him, briefly washing away the pungent odor of sweat and perfume. Not a fantasy. Lan rubbed his nose against the fine material of Adrian’s shirt, basking in the feeling of safety.
“Lan,” he murmured, laughing a bit as he ran a comforting hand down Lan’s back, “You wanna tell me why I woke up cold and alone that day?” His tone was still light, but a hard edge ran through it.
He remembers my name. Lan frowned, guilt slumping his shoulders. “I thought I didn’t want to drag you into my problems.” He hesitated to say more, wondering how silly and pathetic it would sound. Every day since then, he’d regretted not taking Adrian’s offer.
Firm hands tugged Lan back. Adrian studied his face carefully, hands smoothing over the strong muscles in his arms. “You being in London means you’re interested in dragging me into your problems, though, right?” He smiled, eyes twinkling.
Although that was true, he couldn’t understand how easily Adrian was taking the news. He seemed mildly annoyed at something, but Lan couldn’t pinpoint what. “How did you even find me?” he blurted.
“Answering a question with a question is terrible.” Adrian clicked his tongue but acquiesced. “Well, it’s not difficult to catch rumors when you’re out on the town.” He was watching Lan again, scrutinizing his reactions. Searching for something. “Frequent enough parlors and social clubs and eventually you’ll hear acquaintances lauding Clair de Lune’s newest employee.”
Lan flushed.
Adrian grinned, leaning close enough for their noses to touch. “A sweet faced fella with a gorgeous body? Kisses like he’s never kissed before?” He took Lan’s hand, pressing the calloused fingertips to his lips. “Reminds you of an oversized puppy?”
“I’m not a pup,” he mumbled, thoughts getting all jumbled when Adrian tugged him closer. Lan suddenly regretted clambering onto his lap earlier. Now there really was no way to move back and regain some semblance of rationality.
“You’re not,” Adrian agreed, fingering the buttons on Lan’s sleeve. “You’re an adorable wolf.” He tipped Lan’s chin down, kissing him softly. “I had to check. If it was you, I had no intention of letting you get away again.”
“Why do you still want me?” Lan could hear the crack in his own voice. It didn’t make any sense. Maybe it does. He had built up the existence of Adrian and Delirium for so many years. The idea that it could be reality made him want to cry. There was simply no way it could be real.
Adrian blinked, genuine surprise crossing his face. “What do you mean?”
“It’s been over four years.” He felt frustrated tears building up and tried to suppress them. If this whole thing was an elaborate ruse, Lan didn’t want to play along. Wouldn’t it just end in pain again? He had given up his chance—
“Oh.”
Lan’s stomach dropped.
Adrian huffed a laugh, resting his head against Lan’s trembling shoulder. “Even if wolves can live a few hundred years, time flows differently for you. Perhaps it resembles Humans more?”
His sharp canines dragged along the thin fabric of Lan’s uniform, but rather than feeling intimidating, it felt almost playful. “Four years is nothing to Night Children, doll. It feels like I only saw you a few days ago. To me, it’s barely been long enough to worry about where you ran off to.”
The tears fell and Lan felt like an utter idiot. He wrapped his arms around Adrian’s neck again, sniffling and trying his best not to sob.
It wasn’t wrong to find it adorable, right?
Adrian couldn’t help himself, despite having planned to act annoyed by the cold behavior the morning after their night together. He knew that if it really was Lan, he would make the cute little wolf work for his affection. Just a bit.
Instead, he’d been tackled on sight and ended up comforting this whimpering, trembling mess with tears in his eyes. It was unfairly cute.
Once again, Adrian was left wondering how others would see this. He’d even questioned himself quite a bit during their brief time apart. Of course he knew forgetting a wolf in bed was impossible, but he hadn’t expected to be charmed.
He’s precious. Adrian licked at the tears, smiling faintly when Lan leaned into his touch. “I said it on a whim, but it’s true that my Ringleader would be interested in a pet,” he mumbled, kissing down the strong column of Lan’s throat.
“I…”
Adrian brushed a thumb across his wet cheek. “Just think of it as an option. Time flows different for us. Even if you take five more years to decide, it makes no difference.” He watched as understanding finally settled in Lan’s gaze. “In the meantime, I’ll keep coming to convince you.”
Lan blinked, round eyes widening. “You—I mean, you want—are you sure?” He curled fingers into Adrian’s shirt, flushed face practically screaming joy at the prospect of meeting again.
“Just one night wasn’t enough,” Adrian replied simply. He didn’t really know what this feeling was, but in such a long existence, he understood how important it was to indulge curiosities. It’s what prevented the world from passing by meaninglessly. If this peculiar wolf could pique his interest, he would pursue him and the future ahead.
Lan nodded vigorously, expression rapidly shifting through a number of emotions. Eventually, he seemed to settle on determination and then began fiddling with the buttons on his uniform. “You have me for the whole night.”
“I’d heard you don’t allow clients to do much more than kissing,” Adrian teased.
He squirmed on Adrian’s lap, undoing the top few buttons nervously. Looking away, Lan replied, “You’re not a client.”
“I’m not,” he murmured, pleased with the answer, “you’re right.” Adrian watched him with a surprising amount of anticipation. The more skin came into view though, the more concerned he grew.
The scars were worse. Much worse.
Four years truly means something, doesn’t it?
Adrian studied the thick, cross-cutting tissue. Some were faded but others were clearly fresh. They bisected beautiful muscles and clean skin in such ugly, angry patterns. He knew wolves were rough but even this seemed excessive.
“Don’t wolves often get tattoos?”
Lan tilted his head, shrugging out of the shirt. “Alphas and pack leaders do. Sometimes they have their favorite packmates tattooed as well.”
He pressed long, slow kisses to each scar, tracing them from Lan’s shoulders down to his abdomen. “Alphas?”
“They have more wolf’s blood than the rest of us. It makes them stronger…better,” Lan breathed, relaxing and arching in Adrian’s arms.
He hummed in response, tucking the information away. Wolves kept to themselves, so it was quite the task to ask about their inner society. Would the Ringleader know anything about them? He seemed to know nearly everything, so the likelihood was high.
“And you? How much wolf is in you?” Adrian guided Lan down to the couch, admiring how beautiful he looked sprawled across fine velvet. His soft tuft of hair gleamed under the warm light and his gold eyes set something aflame inside Adrian.
Maybe I’m in danger of becoming addicted. He leaned down, nibbling at Lan’s hip as his fingers skimmed along his tight pants.
“Not a lot,” Lan admitted, hardly sounding upset by the fact. “I was born from a Lycan and Human. It’s not something wolves admire.”
Adrian could imagine as much. Lycans could only sustain their species if they interbred, just like any other group. If he was correct, crossbreeding would either dilute or completely sterilize their genetic lines.
None of the biology was perfectly comparable to what Night Children experienced, but the concept of a social hierarchy was familiar. If it weren’t for Adrian’s place by the Ringleader’s side, he would also be considered a lower lifeform.
Of course, none of that truly mattered in a place like Delirium. They had their oaths to the Ringleader, but life was free in his bondage.
Adrian pressed a hand to Lan’s straining arousal, earning the sweetest, smallest gasp. “Sensitive as ever.” He leaned back up, coaxing him into a soft kiss. His lips were clumsy, but somehow that was more endearing than anything else.
It made sense. Wolves certainly had no need for Human kisses. They could express affection in other ways. Adrian slipped his tongue inside, trying not to chuckle when Lan whimpered and tugged him closer.
“Doll?”
Lan blinked teary eyes, lips wet and red. “Huh?”
Adrian stole another kiss, and then another and another. He brushed loose strands of hair off Lan’s forehead, and nuzzled his cheek. “How should we enjoy ourselves?”
He swallowed hard, neck muscles tensing.
Adrian watched him with amusement, wondering what could possibly be making him worry so much. They’d done so much the last time they met. How could Lan be so shy now? Perhaps the flow of time was more formidable than Adrian assumed.
“Why don’t I take care of you while you think?” He then took Lan into his mouth.
The immediate cry of pleasure that echoed through the room was exhilarating. Adrian hummed softly, lips pressing firmly around the hard, hot length. He held Lan’s jerking hips down, leisurely sucking him off as the wolf struggled to control himself.
He didn’t last long, releasing down Adrian’s throat in a matter of minutes.
Lan’s body was a boneless heap except for his twitching erection that still stood stiff and red. His eyes were glazed over, expression so slack Adrian wondered if this was the first time, he’d relieved himself in—
“Have you touched yourself since the last time we met?” Adrian asked.
Lan shook his head, dazed. When he spoke, it was slightly slurred to match his blissed out expression. “A few times. Never alone in the pack so it’s not easy.” He kicked his pants and shoes off, finally allowing Adrian access to the dripping hole nestled beneath his swollen base. It practically begged for something, anything, to be inside.
Who was he to deny such a lovely body? Adrian pressed a finger inside, smiling at the sound of Lan’s whine. “Aren’t you just the sweetest?” he whispered, sinking his teeth into one muscular thigh.
Licking over the wound, Adrian asked, “You’ve never fucked another wolf?” He stroked Lan lazily, as he slipped a second finger inside.
“Don’t wanna.” Lan’s lips parted around a gasp, legs spreading wider.
Adrian squeezed his base, smiling as Lan’s chest jerked up and a moan slipped from his lips. “That’s right. You like being spoiled. Wolves don’t spoil you, doll?”
Lan shook his head quickly.
“Well let’s see if I can’t make up for how awful they’ve been,” he murmured.
Before Lan could respond, Adrian had him climaxing across his stomach and tightening around his fingers. The night soon devolved into raspy cries and hot, sticky skin. It was a perfect reunion as far as Adrian was concerned and it wouldn’t end how it did the last time.
This is just the start.
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