Makksi-

I have never thought that I would ever have slept with a werewolf. I am unsure if it is the bond that we supposedly share, or how alluring and attractive he is to me. Not to say that I am so vain to have a preference for looks alone.

He seems quite experienced with the matter and I would be lying if I say that it wasn’t one of the most pleasurable experiences I’ve had thus far. This is quite surprising considering I had been with a few men, myself.

Ruminating over the past however long we spent together, I find myself quite pleased with what we had done. Although this would remain secret from anyone.

I rest on my side, head in hand as I watch him get dressed; picking his boxers up from the floor and sliding them up to his, in my opinion, overly muscularly defined legs. However, this is not unsavory. Quite the contrary.

“Are you watching me get dressed?” He inquires and I find myself becoming quite bashful from my wandering eyes as they rake up from his boxers to his face, whereupon I find him slyly smirking down at me.

“Perhaps.”

“Well, do you ‘perhaps’ like what you see?” His smirk grows ever more across his beautiful face, and I roll my eyes at his crude attempt at being flirtatious. “Aww don’t be like that, man.”

“Be like what? Unamused?”

He climbs onto my bed after sliding his slacks up his beautiful legs to lean forward and place gentle kisses upon my collarbone, “Pretty sure you liked what you saw, earlier, if you get me,” He says as I feel a smile grow against the still-sensitive skin upon my neck.

“You’re incorrigible,” I reply by a mumble through my light moan.

“No clue what that means, but I’ll assume you’re calling me a naughty puppy,” he says with a chuckle.

I hum in affirmation and lean my head to the side, away from his mouth, giving him access for more of his kissing while feeling him leave a mark against my skin.

“Such a bad kitty,” he mentions sultrily but then becomes serious, “Are you going to be okay, dude? I don’t mean to fuck and run but…just making sure you’ll be okay. Like, physically, even.”

I hum and nod, finding myself captivated by his beautiful green eyes. I had never laid with someone of his size and so the experience was quite new, however not devoid of pleasure.

His cocky confidence wavers and his smirk becomes a soft smile before pulling back and getting off my bed. “Hey, also, I’m sorry about the bond,” And then even his smile falters ever so slightly before he continues, “I assume it would be a lot for you to bear. If you accepted it, I mean.”

“I’m not entirely sure if I could, Lucca,” I begin, and he looks away from me almost dejectedly, “Werecats do not mate with werewolves. It is unheard of and a preposterous notion to say the least. At least for the werecat race at large.”

He cocks his head to the side and I can see the wheels in his head slowly turn as he battles to comprehend my meaning.

I clear my throat and retry, “I do not reject you at this time. I have to think on it, obviously.”

“Obv- of course. Take all the time you need, dude,” he replies, his smile returning ever slightly.

He pulls his shirt over his broad shoulders and then sits on my bed to pull his socks back on before turning back to me as he begins to ramble, “Hey if you’d like to keep in contact or whatever, you know where I’ll be for the next few days. And not just for the sex, although that would be a good reason t-”

“I’ll think about it, Lucca,” I reply shortly.

The battle to share contact information, or not, begins within the back of my mind at his words and I find myself heavily leaning toward saying yes. I have no reason as of current to deny his request to keep in contact with one another.

I fiddle with a fold in the fabric of the sheets as I ponder my next words. A curiosity envelops me, from his masterful experience of the male form, to wonder how many men before me he has laid with. I am unsure if I should ask such a thing or not.

My curiosity overcomes me, however, and thus I inquire, “How many men has it been before me?”

“You’re wondering if I’m some player?” He asks while quirking an eyebrow, “A bunch of guys, girls, enbies, genderless- hasn’t mattered- Anyways. Can’t really count, dude. But that doesn’t really matter now since, by my bond, I can’t sleep with anyone else so…if you did reject me, well…”

“You would become celibate?” I inquire while moving to a position where I am now leaning against the headboard.

He silently nods and thus I ask, “Not of your own volition?” to which he nods again yet pauses shortly after to reply, “I mean, it’s not just that I’m forced not to or anything. It’d feel like cheating too, if you did reject me. So it’s also more of a choice than being completely unable to. But no pressure at all, dude,” He says while raising his hands and taking mine, “Don’t think of that at all when deciding if you want to be with me or not, please.”

I silently nod, taking in all this new information since this is not a decision made hastily.