Brise pulled back slowly, panting, feeling a familiar ache in his jaw, Harou releasing his grip on his hair without complaint.  This time though, he felt no shame or resentment, but rather, satisfaction in knowing how much he’d affected Harou.

Harou sat limply in the chair, panting.  He recovered quickly though, his passion-hazy eyes fixing on Brise sitting at his feet.  He frowned, seeing the sylph stroking himself.  He cupped the dancer’s face and stroked his cheeks with his thumbs.

“You don’t have to do that yourself,” he said softly, sounding a bit out of breath still.  Brise smiled at him, though his brows lifted in obvious confusion.

“It’s fine, I just… You don’t have to return the favor,” the sylph said, feeling a bit awkward.

“Do you want me to, though?” Harou asked.  Brise raised an eyebrow and looked at him sidelong.

“Surely you don’t want to.  You’re so… masculine and dominating,” the sylph said.

“That doesn’t matter to me.  What matters to me is my bedmates getting as good as they give,” Harou replied simply.  Brise snorted softly and smiled.

“I doubt you have my skill,” he said pridefully.

“I have enough to give you pleasure,” Harou shrugged.

Brise thought about it for a moment, really thinking about what he wanted.

“I want something else,” he said finally.  He hesitantly looked up to meet Harou’s eyes.  The lycan’s amber gaze seemed knowing, and the soldier nodded.

“You want to fuck me, then?” he asked matter-of-factly.  Brise’s pale face flushed bright red, getting a taste of some of his early bold speaking turned back on him.

“You don’t want to, right?  You seem like the type who prefers to be the giver rather than receiver,” Brise said, already feeling familiar disappointment squeezing his chest.

“Well…” Harou rubbed his chin as he considered.  “I have usually been in that position, but it’s mostly because that’s what my bedmates wanted,” he said.  “They usually want to be fucked, rather than do the fucking.  Usually,” he emphasized, eyeing Brise.

“Does that mean… you’ve been fucked before?” the sylph asked, feeling some confusion.

“Yes,” Harou said simply.

Brise looked around the backstage area, a different kind of desperation squeezing his heart.

“Your leg, though,” he said hesitantly.  “It would be better for you in a bed,” he said, though he sounded unsure.  Harou smiled, touched by the sylph’s consideration.

“It’s alright, Brise.  As long as there’s no weight on my leg, I’ll be fine,” Harou said.  The lycan pushed his pants and shorts the rest of the way down and took them off along with his shoes.  He gestured for Brise to approach.  The sylph tentatively approached him, his hand nervously stroking himself.

“I’ve never actually… done this,” he admitted.  “I’ve always been the one–”

“I know,” Harou interrupted gently.  “Don’t worry about it.  Just come over here.  You can put my legs over your shoulders.”

Brise nodded and stood in front of Harou.  He reached down and undid the buttons of his uniform shirt and pushed it to the side.  He ran his hands admiringly over Harou’s sculpted torso, enjoying the firmness of his rigid muscles against his palms.  Harou had a generous amount of hair on his chest, and a trail down his belly to his pubic hair.  Brise ran his fingers through the soldier’s chest hair, marveling at how soft it was when he expected it to be coarse.

“Your hair and skin is surprisingly soft and smooth,” Brise murmured as his hands traveled down Harou’s torso before stroking down his thighs.  Harou chuckled breathlessly, his eyes clouding with passion once again.

“A lycan’s fur is a lycan’s fur, no matter the form,” he said.  It was then that Brise realized what he thought was blond chest and belly hair was actually white, and the rest of his body hair was a mixture of red and brown.

“You must be beautiful as a wolf,” he said.

“I’ll show you sometime,” Harou promised, smiling.

Brise gently lifted Harou’s legs over his shoulders, and ran his hands down the back of the lycan’s thighs to his ass.  He squeezed and kneaded the firm muscles, gentle on the left side, and more enthusiastic on the right side.  When he was satisfied with that, he parted Harou’s ass and lowered his head.  Harou sucked in a breath as Brise’s tongue laved across his hole.  Brise tongued the lycan’s entrance until it was saturated and felt relaxed against his tongue.

The sylph pressed a finger into Harou, and the lycan’s head fell back as he began to pant, face flushed.  Brise moved his finger around until Harou’s hole felt pliant, and then added a second finger.  He repeated the process with a third finger.

“Hng, Brissse,” Harou gasped.

“Does it hurt?” Brise asked, concerned.  Harou let out a breathy laugh.

“Goddess, no, it feels wonderful, and I want more,” he panted.

Brise hid his flushed face in Harou’s right knee for a moment.  His desire for this man raged out of control.  He felt as hot as a djinn.  He adjusted his hold on Harou’s legs, and guided the tip of his cock to the soldier’s entrance.  He slowly pressed in, feeling the wet heat envelop his cock.

“Ahhhhnng,” he paused for a moment when he was fully in, taking a moment to allow both himself and Harou to adjust.  This was an entirely new feeling for Brise.  He raised his heated gaze to Harou’s face.

“Are you good?” Brise asked softly.

“Mmn, yes, and I’ll be even better when you start moving,” Harou answered, matching the sylph’s soft tone.  Brise nodded nervously.

The sylph slowly withdrew until he was almost entirely out, and then slowly pushed back in.  As Brise got used to the sensations and his pleasure began to build, his pace increased.

“Ahn, yess, that’s good,” Harou moaned, spurring Brise on.  The sylph thrust harder and faster.  Both men were panting, swept up in pleasure.  Brise’s nervousness vanished once the pleasure overtook him.  He just did what felt good, and let Harou’s moans and whispered encouragements be the proof that he was doing well.  He leaned forward, practically pushing Harou’s legs over his head, and pulled himself nearly all the way out before thrusting fast and hard.

“AH! Y-yes Brise, there, that’s it!” Harou gasped, the lycan canting his hips to give the sylph a better angle.

Brise thrust fast and hard, feeling his balls beginning to tighten as his pleasure approached the peak.  He let out a breathless moan.

Harou felt his own pleasure reaching the peak yet again as Brise hit just the right spot inside him.  Brise noticed Harou’s stiffened cock beginning to leak, and grabbed it with his right hand, careful to support Harou’s injured leg with his left.

“Harou,” he groaned, “let’s come together.”

“Mnnh, yes,” Harou agreed.

Brise squeezed and stroked Harou’s shaft while he continued to thrust, completely lost in the wet heat surrounding his cock.  As Harou’s pleasure reached the peak, his body tensed up, his ass squeezing Brise’s cock tightly.

“Ahn, Harou!” Brise let out a ragged cry as he came, filling Harou with his seed.  Harou came as well, his seed spilling across his belly as his cock twitched and throbbed in Brise’s firm grip.

The two men were perfectly still save for their panting for a long moment.  Finally, Brise lowered his head to Harou’s collarbone.

“That was amazing,” he whispered.  Harou chuckled softly and ruffled the sylph’s silky white hair.

“Yes, it was,” he whispered back.  “How much time before your next show?”

Brise looked over at the little clock on the vanity table.  He sighed.

“Enough time to clean up and redo my hair,” he muttered, unable to keep the bitterness from his voice.  Harou reached out and cupped his face, forcing the sylph to meet his gaze.