“I think I know something else you are,” Bernard said. He set his cards down, face down, as he crawled toward Lars, “Wolves have a very strong sense of smell, and I can smell your arousal and your wish to be forced to submit. Do you have a little bit of a masochism in you, my beautiful Lars?”

“Maybe,” Lars said, leaning back away from the wolf. “Do you think I can trust you so intensely as to tell you all my secrets?”

“You can trust me,” Bernard promised. “I will keep your secrets and always do what’s best for you. I’ll protect you and love you, and still pin you against the desk and fuck your pretty ass.”

“You say the prettiest things,” Lars purred. He reached out to caress Bernard’s face. “What makes you think I want to be bent over the desk, uh?”

“I have a very strong sense of smell, from being a wolf. I can smell your arousal. You’re the one who brought up the desk yesterday, and if you didn’t want me to bend you over, you’d have kicked me out already. Your little assistant is very attuned to you and very powerful. She could chase me out in a heartbeat, but instead, she’s cleaning off the desk and I think she set a bottle of lube on it for me to use on you. It’s probably your favorite kind.”

“Well, damn,” Lars said, blushing. “That’s all true, and I do want that, but I didn’t want to admit it.”

“Why not? I’ve learned a long time ago that the best way to get what you want is to ask for it directly.” Bernard reached out and laid his hand on Lar’s crotch, rubbing his hand over the dark raven’s erection. “Now stand up and take your shoes and pants off.”

Lars mewled, chewing his lip shyly. “It’s been a long time since I had sex.” 

“You’re very beautiful,” Bernard said, “So I think that must be because you want to be dominated as much as you want to be fucked and that’s hard to come by.” 

“Yes, probably true,” Lars agreed. He toed his shoes off, then stood up and unfastened his pants. “Are you sure you want to do this? I can be very needy.” 

“That’s good by me,” Bernard said. “Just tell me what you need or want and I’ll do my best to give it to you. Now don’t be shy, drop those pants. Do you like to be spanked?”

“Sometimes,” Lars said, “But not really hurt. I like the idea of it more than the bruises. I just like to pretend that it hurts and I can’t stop it from happening.” 

“Thank you for being honest with me,” Bernard said. He was also erect and very excited. “Turn around and let me see your cock. As you were AFAB, as you said, did they make your cock with medical science?”

“Yes,” Lars whispered, his cheeks blushing brightly. He let his pants fall and stepped out of them, turning to let Bernard look at him. He was shy and a bit embarrassed though, so he covered his cock with both hands. “It’s not very big.”

“Sweetheart, you are perfect. I’m not a bottom, so your cock is perfect for my hand or mouth. Now move your hands and let me see. Put your hands behind your back.”

“Yes, sir,” Lars said, resting his hands at the small of his back. “It’s not a nice cock.” 

“Nonsense,” Bernard said. He was sitting on the part of the couch where they’d been playing cards and he reached out to gently take hold of Lars’ cock and pull him closer. “It’s a lovely cock and you’re so hard for me. Are you excited to be my sweet little slave?”

“Yes,” Lars whispered, eyes on the floor, blushing all the way to his ears.

“Are you ashamed of being a submissive, darling?”

“Yes. I should be more manly.” Tears started to slip down Lars’ cheeks.

Bernard stood up and pressed himself close. With a gentle thumb, he wiped away Lars’ tears, then kissed him, tenderly, but insistently, demanding the submissive man open his mouth to him. Which Lars did, opening and submitting as Bernard’s tongue took over his mouth. The kiss was a gentle penetration, more of an invitation than a demand. As they kissed, Bernard took hold of Lars’ cock again, stroking him, rubbing his thumb over the head. He understood that the cock also functioned like a big clit.

When Lars moaned into the kiss, thrusting his cock into Lars’ hand, Bernard swept him up in his arms and carried him to the desk. “I’m going to fuck your pretty ass, Lars. Are you ready for my big cock?”

“It’ll hurt,” Lars whispered, snuggling close to Bernard, mewling softly.

“Yes, at the start,” Bernard said, “but it doesn’t have to. If you relax, if you’re ready to be mine, then I’ll just slide right in.”

He set the dark-haired man on his feet and turned him to face the desk. “I don’t want to have to tie you up, Lars, but I will if you want me to. Will you bend over like a good boy or do you want me to tie you down?” They both knew that if Lars wasn’t consenting, Raspberry would chase Bernard all the way out of the building like an angry army of wasps.

“I’ll bend over,” Lars said. “Do you think I’m weak?”

“I think you’re very strong. It takes a lot of strength to ask for what you want, Lars. Now spread your pretty legs for me. I’m going to feel between your legs. Is that okay? Do you have a pussy or anything you want me to avoid touching?”

“No,” Lars whispered as he lifted his ass in offering. “You can touch all of me. I don’t want any penetration in my vagina though. I got hurt there when I was very young and I never liked it!” 

Bernard kissed the small of Lars back, then one ass cheek. “I understand, my love. I’ll never touch you in ways you don’t want.” He did gently glide his fingers over the vulva, then back up to stroke Lars’ penis, before coming back to circle a firm finger over Lars’ pink asshole. “I’m going to put some lube on you, then push my finger into you.”

“Yes, please,” Lars said with a moan. “You don’t think I’m disgusting?”

“I think you’re fucking perfect, Lars!” Bernard dripped a little bit of the faintly lavender-scented lube on Lars’ asshole, then rubbed it in and slowly circled his finger until it was pushed into the tight ass. “Relax for me, baby. I want my dick to slide into you like it was fated by the gods themselves.”

“Yes, Sir,” Lars said, but it was still hard to do. He hadn’t had sex in so long. “I want you to take me, even if I can’t relax before you’re in me. Hold my hips and tell me you want me so bad, you’ll take me anyway, that you’ll enjoy hearing me cry out.”

“I will enjoy hearing you cry out,” Bernard said enthusiastically. “I know you want my cock. Put your hands on the desk, palms down, and don’t move them. If you move them, I will slap your ass hard enough to make you yip. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” Lars said. He laid his hands palm down on the desk and submitted completely. “Please fuck me. I want to feel your balls hit mine!”

Bernard frowned and reached between Lars’ legs again, looking for his testicles. They were there, just held tightly to his body. He was surprised he’d missed them with the first exploration. So he went back to fingering Lars’ ass, getting two fingers in and twisting them, which made Lars moan and lift his hips. “Tell me I’m yours and you’ll fuck me anytime you want!”

“You are mine, baby, all mine. I’ll protect you and fuck you. You will always submit to me and obey me. You’re a beautiful man, Lars. So beautiful. Prepare yourself, I’m going to claim you now.”

Lars did his very best to relax. He could feel the head of Bernard’s thick cock against his lubed up little entrance and he did his best to stay relaxed, to not move his hands off the desk, but when that cock pushed into him, he yipped loudly, his head coming off the desk, his hands reaching out towards his burning ass. Very quickly, Bernard was seated deeply in him.

The wolf slapped his ass hard, hard enough to bring tears to Lars’ eyes. “I told you not to move your hands!”

There were leather cuffs built into the desk, as being fucked against the desk was a primary fantasy for the raven. Bernard opened one and put Lars’ wrist in it, strapping him down. Then he restrained the other wrist before rubbing Lars’ shoulders, tracing his fingers down his back. “That’s my baby! I know it hurts, but give your body a minute to adjust and it’ll feel better. Breathe! Think about how much you want my cock in you and it’ll feel much better.”

Lars twisted his wrists in the cuffs, tugging at them, mostly to make sure they’d hold, not because he wanted loose from them. “but you’ll fuck me even if I can’t relax.” 

“I will find a way to help you relax, Lars,” Bernard said as he slowly pulled back a little, then thrust back in. “Maybe if I stick my tongue up your little ass. Would you like that? Having the big bad wolf’s tongue up your ass?”

That made Lars giggle and his body relaxed with that. Soon his wolf was sliding in and out of him easily. “That’s my good raven, relax, accept that you are made to be fucked and owned. From now on, I will fuck you every day and you will welcome my cock, because I won and protect you. Is that right?”

“Yes, Sir,” Lars moaned. The cock in his ass felt so good! It moved against his prostate and he groaned in pleasure. Then Bernard wrapped his arms around him, under his chest, hands gripping his shoulders and Lars had never felt as owned and protected before. “Thank you, Sir!”

“Thank you!” Bernard kissed the back of Lars’ neck, over his shoulders, “Cum with me, my pet, my darling. Spill your seed because I’m fucking you.”

The command was all Lars needed to fall over the edge into a moment of exquisite pleasure, as if his vision had gone white and his whole body was one single vibrating part around Bernard’s cock. Bernard came right after him, kissing and nearly crying with his face pressed into Lars’ back. They stayed like that, embraced against each other for a couple of minutes, but then Bernard released Lars from the restraints and lifted him back up in his arms. “I’m going to bathe you now, then we’ll sleep. Tomorrow we’ll catch that fucking killer!”

Lars wrapped his arms around Bernard’s neck and nearly purred. He was content and delighted to be taken to the bath, as long as Bernard stayed with him.