Bryle still panicked as he saw the man-wolf's blood continued flowing. After a while, he then thought about nearing his ear to this man-wolf's chest to hear his heartbeat whether it's still beating or not. Fortunately, after hearing this man's heartbeat, Bryle felt relieved afterward.
Bryle tried to place his hand behind this man-wolf's shoulders to lift him up, but after hardly trying, he easily gave up following one attempt and sat down on the floor, panting again and again. Bryle never thought about this man-wolf's weight before hoisting him up. It existed to be so heavy enough that his arms were about to rip off. He then slowly put him down and thought, maybe it's time for him to start exercising. After huffing from exhaustion, he stood up to get some water, but suddenly, he, unfortunately, lost his balance. Too much force pulled him down towards the sleeping man-wolf's face.
Now that their faces brought closer to each other, when he felt the warm breath exhaled by this man-wolf and when he faced the man's perfect face structure with an inch gap from him, Bryle's cheeks turned red. It gave him the chills.
Bryle might not perceive this but the man-wolf, who looked so unconscious, silently growl as if he awoke after he smelled Bryle's blood.
After realizing for how many seconds Bryle had been so near with this man-wolf, he shook his head to avoid getting distracted and immediately got up. For some reason, after getting up, a strong force of someone pulled him down and his position got quickly reversed. He's now in the bottom position. That's when he knew. The man-wolf on top of him was awake.
"H-Hey, you're awake?" he nervously asked. But the man didn't reply, instead, he was panting over and over while holding both of Bryle's hands.
It was a full moon. A full moon means a werewolf's hunger for finding a mate transpired. It can't be stopped and the impact of a werewolf mating with a human will be dangerous.
"W-Why are you holding my hands?" he started to move, but the strong grip of this man was too strong.
The man's eyes were yellowish. It was like the color of a glowing sun---a bit alluring but quite terrifying. The black vertical slit on the center of his eye with a bit color of blood shone brightly. The sight was petrifying. It was as if there's some wild monster who desired to eat him up wholely.
"Can you let me go?"
For the second time, the man-wolf still didn't respond.
Bryle couldn't move his body even if he would use his whole strength as of the main reason, the man on top of him held both of his hands very tightly. He couldn't get out from him.
The wild man puffed, again and again, smelling Bryle's neck down to his chest. Afterward, he went to his neck again and licked it like a hungry dog. Bryle wasn't able to do anything since he was locked up from the body of this man-wolf. The following kisses, the hot licking, and the hot wheezing of this man-wolf, all made Bryle tickle for a moment. The sensation seemed similar to a thunder getting all of his nerves.
After Bryle had realized he's been drawn with the illegal sensation, he woke up from reality and bent forward to kick the man-wolf's chest. The huffing man-wolf unintentionally let him go and growled in anger when Bryle got out from his hands.
Bryle managed to run towards the kitchen. He panted as he mapped out on hiding inside the bathroom, but before he got to open the bathroom door, a hand grabbed him from behind, immensely and passionately. He looked back and saw the man tremendously hugging him, kissing and licking his neck all over again, without stopping.
"Why? Stop! Let go of me!" Bryle tried to push him as hard as he could but the more he moved around the more he's being kept tightly.
The man-wolf carried Bryle and put him on top of the dining table as gently as he was, keeping him still and behaved. Meanwhile, in Bryle's state, he resisted faithfully. But then the man continued sucking Bryle's neck and licked it violently. And then again, for a moment, Bryle brought back into the sensation again. All he could think was it felt surprisingly good. When he stopped resisting, the man started to massage Bryle's sweating chest after pinching his pinkish hard nipples. And he did it over and over again.
"S-Stop," Bryle said but at the same time, he doesn't want him to stop.
He pulled Bryle's pants and started to stick out his tongue just to dance it up right around at Bryle's sweet sensitive spot--- the tip of his cock. After playing Bryle's tip, his warm mouth ate Bryle's cock, and he sucked him up and down and licked again and again with his sticky-hot saliva. It’s a light pressure but enough to send lightning up through him whole. Bryle's body then bucked from the table.
The man-wolf stopped, breaking free and leaning his head back. Bryle looked down, gently cradling the back of the man-wolf's head. And for a second, the man's mouth was all warm and wet as he deepens up further and further as he entered another finger in Bryle's hole. The way Bryle's body reacted, he convulsed helplessly in response.
“Don’t,” he said heavily, feeling himself grow wetter around his fingers and his mouth, “don’t stop.”
The strength of his words convinced the man-wolf. He let Bryle's hand pushed him back down, and then his mouth returned. It’s a hotter rush now, and Bryle can feel himself pulsed deep inside of the man-wolf's mouth as warmth spread, burning over his face.
It’s almost disjointed. The way that the throbbing around his cock was out of time while resonating together with his heartbeat, was all fascinating. The man-wolf's tongue was still moving, not with any more refined of a technique, but it’s faster than earlier just as his fingers reached deeper and deeper with every thrust. Bryle's hand numbed against his thigh as he tugged his underwear away, a seam against his back snapped, and then another.
“Oh.”
The man-wolf might be growling, trying to say something since Bryle felt the thickness of this man-wolf's breath vibrated over his cock as the man-wolf moved in and out from Bryle's dick. He moaned, louder than he should have, and it echoed up into the apartment. The lights right over at his eyes burned and bright. He fidgeted. His body grew restless and hot as the man-wolf thrust his fingers in and out. Every part of Bryle was sweaty as he writhed against the table.
“I’m – I’m going – I’m gonna -”
The words sounded dramatic as they spilled out from Bryle, but they were all he could manage to breathe as a warning. His feet crashed to the table. Knees tightened and leaned into the man's back muscles. Thighs clenched so tight that he couldn’t wiggle his fingers if he had wanted to flex his grip. The man-wolf stopped when Bryle came with lots of hot juices. Legs clenched over the man's head as the man furiously, sloppily ate him out, and licked the cum away as it rippled hot through Bryle's body. The sweat on Bryle's body felt cold, and he shivered, moaning again and again as the orgasm ebbed.
It wasn't the end. It's still just the beginning.
The man-wolf started to unbutton his wet pants and it seemed like he was so into it. After a moment, he pulled out his erect, hot, twitching cock from his pants. His manhood tightens as he tugged Bryle's hole furiously, keeping Bryle's legs on either part of him.
"It hurts!" cried Bryle.
Bryle freed his grasp even as the man-wolf violently pushed his dick in and out from Bryle's hole from the back. The man lowered himself, taking hold of the back of Bryle's thighs, and leaned into him. He then began to lower his face to Bryle.
“Oh,” Bryle started, then a gasping, “oh!” since it felt amazingly good.
Is this the first time he's doing this? But even so, it felt really good.
It’s exploratory at first. His cock was breaking Bryle's inside, moving in and out almost the same patterns as he watched Bryle stroke over his manhood with his trembling hands. But then, the man started dipping again right into his hole and because of the pain, Bryle cried out again. The strokes came long, up and down, but fast, never lingering for long, and the man-wolf's cock began to build somewhere inside Bryle's stomach. It fed Bryle friction and made him long for more. Unknowingly, his hips shifted and were grinding into the table.
The side of the man's face knocked into Bryle's fist as his underwear in his increasingly sweaty grasp slipped. Bryle gasped, tugging so hard to knot it around his fingers. The strap almost cut into his skin, giving the man-wolf more space to spread with him with his cock. Because of the excitement, he came up between Bryle's legs to push at his entrance freely, in and out, again and again. One finger entered Bryle's hole while he's being pounded, curling slowly and pushed up intensively by the man-wolf. With his free hand, he grabbed at the man's shoulder, held him so hard while he moaned in pleasure.
"N-No. P-Please."
The man continued, panting heavily as he pounded Bryle in and out as harshly as it seemed. Bryle couldn't help but just moan in pain and pleasure. As the motion increased, the cold sweat kept dripping onto him. After a minute of pushing in and out towards Bryle's hole, the man-wolf has already reached his limit and for a few seconds out there, he came inside Bryle with his fresh, balmy cum.
It ached both between Bryle's legs and the muscles of his thighs as the man-wolf pulled his cock away. Both of them felt pleasure satisfied and out of nowhere, the man-wolf fell asleep at the dining table. It was Bryle's first time. And to think that his first time happened to be with a guy, not to a girl, questioned his real sexual orientation.
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