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  Anri waited for response.

  Rick buried his face in Anri's shoulder, finding it hard to look at the other. It felt embarrassing, demeaning to be so excited, so aroused by this scenario. He was afraid to move.

  And yet. Just moments ago he'd told himself he felt safe with Anri.

  Carefully, he glanced at Anri's face - the other man had been staring at him, of course, looking for a response. He smiled softly when he saw Rick looking at him.

  Rick swallowed.

  "Y-yeah." He said, and could see Anri's face light up, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

  "Good..." Anri said, his voice a breathy whisper in Rick's ear, "good." He pressed his weight against Rick, shifting his hips forward slightly. Rick answered the movement immediately, and once he started, he could hardly stop.

  He thrust with increasing speed and desperation, his voice coming out in whines and whimpers as he dragged Anri in closer, feeling his body, feeling his heat, feeling his cock against Rick's own leg... His nose filled with the scent of Anri and the scent of arousal, and he couldn't get enough of it.

  Anri kissed Rick's jaw and down his throat, twisting himself and lifting Rick off the ground to reach further.

  "Kiss me-" Rick blurted out suddenly, "-please...”

  He felt young suddenly, inexperienced and lost. It was an illogical feeling, especially now, when Anri's actions were just as wild and heat induced as his - and yet...

  And yet, the feeling remained.

  He gripped his hands into Anri's shirt, and Anri looked up, his eyes unfocused. It took him a second to process the question, but then he leaned forward, locking their lips. It felt like adding in the missing link, and then they were moving as one, hips misaligned and realigned, touching in all the right places, Anri lifting up Rick's slipping leg and responding to his quick, erratic thrusts as Rick rode the sweetness of orgasm.

  Rick slid down the wall until his feet touched the ground again. He felt gross and sticky again, but he didn't mind it as much as he did that morning. Anri pulled away slowly.

  "You were begging." Anri said. When Rick looked up, he had a curious expression on his face.

  "Wh-what?" Rick said, not yet feeling ready to speak.

  "Right towards the end there, you were begging me..." Anri mused, softness in his voice. Rick gaped at him. Anri continued. "Did you not notice?"

  "I- no? I wasn’t- I wasn't very uh, focused on what I was saying?" He felt his face burning even more than it already was.

  Anri was smiling at him.

  "It can be nice- If it's something you like..." Anri reached out and stroked his finger along Rick's jaw. "You can beg me as much as you'd like..." His voice was lower now, and a shiver went down Rick's spine. Anri leaned forward, kissing him.

  Shit. Fuck. Cock- no, wait that one's not a swear. Uh. Just fuck him then. Rick's thoughts weren't going in any sort of order, his brain playing that last line of Anri's on loop. Fuck.

  "I li-uh-" his tongue was catching in his mouth. It was irritating as hell, but with Anri looking at him with his expression still slightly dazed, it was worth it. "I liked your- your voice just now. Like a fuckton."

  Anri let out a short laugh. "And the line itself?"

  Rick had to debate with himself for a bit before he was able to answer that. "I can- I can appreciate that too."

  Anri leaned forward. "Really?" He said, looming over Rick. "Would you like to appreciate it some more on a bed, rather than on a hallway floor?"

  Rick swallowed. He realized Anri knew the answer even before he could even say it.

  ---

  Rick fell backwards onto the bed. He felt like a wind up toy, ready to spring into action but held back by the hand holding his key in place. Anri was standing in front of him, observing him with a little smile.

  "Take off your pants," Anri said, "it must be getting quite uncomfortable by now."

  Rick kicked off his pants with miraculous speed. Anri laughed, surprised yet delighted at the same time. He paused to take in Rick's nude form, his gaze sliding down his chest, his torso and then his legs...

  Rick shuddered, biting his lip as anticipation built up in his body. Anri unbuttoned his shirt slowly, carefully, in complete contrast to Rick's headless rush. He folded the shirt and put it away. Then he climbed onto the bed and onto Rick, his hands stroking and exploring like his gaze had done before. Gentle, almost reverent movements, stroking along Rick's ribs, mapping out the contours of his hips, his thighs. Anri had a look on his face that Rick couldn't fathom having in that kind of situation - it was dazed, yet focused, entranced, but patient, despite the obvious desire.

  While their release in the hallway seemed to have helped Anri calm down and collect himself, it had done the exact opposite to Rick, and he felt his patience straining.

  When Anri's hands teased further, brushing against his thighs, edging ever closer but never getting anywhere more tantalizing, Rick felt like a string about to snap. He let out a frustrated kind of growl.

  Suddenly, he lifted his leg and put it onto Anri's shoulder, drawing him in closer. Anri let out a noise of surprise, then looked up at Rick's face - and laughed with boyish delight. He leaned forward and cupped Rick's face in his hands - Rick maneuvered himself in the process, his leg hooking around Anri's torso instead.

  "Are you that excited?" Anri asked. Their new position brought them closer, bodies pressing against each other. It made Rick's reply catch in his throat.

  "Yes," Rick said, nearly breathless. How could he not be?

  Anri smiled. He kissed Rick's throat then nipped it, barely brushed it with his teeth. It sent a primal sort of thrill across Rick's spine and he jerked, his hands tightening on Anri's hips.

  Anri was quiet for a moment, then he repeated the action, moving the collar away and biting down harder. Rick let out a keening noise, shifting and unable to stay still, his toes curling and dragging the fabric of the bed sheet.

  Anri stopped and Rick opened his eyes. Anri's face was somewhere between worry and curiosity. At Rick's staring, he spoke.

  "Was that painful for you?" Anri asked. "The sort of sounds you made... I don't know if it was good or bad."

  Rick shook his head with absolute certainty, yet he had to take a moment to focus his scattered thoughts back into coherent sentences.

  "It's- No, it's not painful. I just..." He fidgeted.

  "It's what I wanted-" He said it in one rush of a sentence, with hardly any pauses. It was somewhat difficult to admit, much less articulate those sorts of feelings. "From the beginning, I think."

  Anri seemed thoughtful.

  "I suppose it's the control inherent in the action again, isn't it?"

  Anri got a nod for that. The corner of his mouth quirked upwards.

  "Would you like me to restrain you further then?" Anri asked, his voice low and not unlike honey, drawing Rick in and mesmerizing him.

  Rick swallowed.

  "Wha-" his throat was dry. He coughed. "In what way?" Rick asked.

  Anri smiled. He leaned forward, his hands stroking up across Rick's body, then slipped across his shoulders and found Rick's wrists. Anri lifted up Rick's hands and held them down above his head.

  "Would you mind if I tied up your hands?" Anri said, his face tilted, nearly on top of Rick's chest. It was a sight too difficult to resist.

  Rick shook his head. Anri lifted himself up on his arms and reached for something in the drawer of the bedside table. Rick craned his head to watch and saw the length of a rope in Anri's hands.

  Well then. It made Rick wonder what Anri usually got up to in his spare time - no wonder he was so confident in his werewolf bondage skills. Anri smiled down at him.

  "It never hurts to be prepared, you know?" Anri said, laughter in his voice.

  He slipped the rope around Rick's wrists easily and quickly, tying them together with just the right amount of force, then tied the rope to the bed's headboard.

  Anri straddled Rick's stomach. He reached behind him and be
gan stroking Rick's cock with slow, delicate touches.

  Rick's hips kept twitching upwards, and he had trouble staying still. Anri unzipped his own pants and began to massage himself through his underwear, in a way quite generous in comparison to the scant touches Rick was getting.

  His eyes were drawn to this point of interest, focusing desperately on the bulge in the fabric, the growing damp spot... Rick could hear his blood rushing in his ears.

  Rick had no chance.

  Anri's movements on both ends were growing less careful as he grew more distracted, his breath rushed, and it drew Rick's gaze up to Anri's face, beautiful as it was caught in the pleasurable agony of trying to hold back. Anri slipped his fingers into his underwear, rubbing himself more feverishly, his touches to Rick's cock soon gaining a similar rhythm.

  "I- I want to suck you off-" Rick blurted out, unable to clear his head of the thoughts of Anri, coming apart underneath his fingertips. Or well, underneath his tongue.

  This sudden declaration made Anri pause. He opened his eyes and looked down at Rick, taking in the idea.

  Wait, shit, that wasn't right.

  "I really, really-" Rick rushed to say, "I mean, um, please?"

  Anri sat back slightly. A lazy smile was on his face.

  "If you suck me off... tell me, would you like me to let you come as well? Or would you rather I continue teasing you?" Anri said. He'd stopped his movements, but his fingers were still on Rick's cock, and he squeezed it lightly.

  Rick drew a blank, his body immediately knowing what the answer was to that. But just as he opened his mouth to answer, he stopped. And frowned.

  His face grew hotter as he thought of the possibilities. He gnawed on his lip. Damn it. Anri's smile was turning slightly guilty at Rick's clear distress.

  "...I hate that I want you to do this to me so badly." Rick grumbled. Anri let out a soft laugh.

  "You'll allow me to decide when you should come, then?" Anri asked, all cheer and sunlight. Rick nodded. "Good."

  Anri stood up on his knees. He hooked his fingers behind the waistband of his underwear and his pants, dragging the both of them a bit downwards... Rick's eyes were stuck to the inch of exposed flesh, but then Anri laughed. He stood up from the bed, his back turned to Rick, and removed his pants quickly. Rick was craning his head to look even if Anri did it without much spectacle. As he turned around, Anri couldn't help but smile.

  "Ever so impatient, aren't you?" Anri said, then fished for something else in the bedside table drawer. He pulled out... a plastic bracelet? No, Rick supposed that was a cock ring, though he hadn't had much experience with sex toys. Anri leaned over and slipped it onto Rick's cock - it was pretty tight, but that was to be expected.

  Anri straddled his chest, and Rick looked up. Anri's smile was encouraging, yet it also felt like he was eating Rick up with his eyes.

  Anri grasped his own cock in his hand and moved closer, pressing it to Rick's lips.

  "Well?" Anri asked, but he didn't have to demand it twice.

  Rick leaned forward, taking the tip of it into his mouth with gluttonous speed.

  He had vague memories of doing this before - with one friend or another - but never like this, with his mind as clear as glass. And somehow, in the light of day, he could not muster up the knowledge that he somehow instinctively knew as a wild werewolf.

  He went too fast, he rushed it, he tried to take in too much all at once - and had to pull back.

  "Ah, ah, wait-' Anri said, worried, before he saw that Rick was alright. ”You needn't hurry with this," Anri laughed. "I won't run away!"

  Anri placed his hand on the back of Rick's head and lifted it up slightly.

  "Just go slowly, do a little at a time..."

  Rick's cheeks burned at his failure, but he was determined to do it right this time. Anri was there to guide him, and it was encouraging - even if his pride was hurt.

  Rick began sucking on the tip, taking it in then sliding back, building up a rhythm.

  "Yes, good..." Anri said above him, his voice a low sigh. He was rocking his hips forward ever so slightly, his hand tightening in Rick's hair.

  Rick felt truly limited by his bonds now, as the urge to lean forward and take Anri into his hands was rising within him. To have something to hold onto as an anchor, to be able to stroke Anri's cock with his hand in addition to his mouth...

  His own dick was aching now, neglected, yet that wasn't important right now.

  He gripped the headboard and quickened his rhythm, doing his best and attempting to do even better, using his tongue whatever way he could.

  Anri was gripping his head tighter and pushing in harsher, his rhythm getting a touch careless even though he was clearly trying not to go further than what Rick was comfortable with.

  Anri's eyes were half-lidded, his mouth ajar as little sighs and moans slid from it. A smile appeared on his face when he saw Rick looking up at him, but it was interrupted with a sharp gasp and a sudden jerk of his hips.

  Clearly, Rick was doing something right. He took a deep breath and tried to take Anri as deep as possible before his gag reflex capitulated. Anri's gasps and moans filled his ears, and soon enough, his mouth was filling up too.

  Rick made a point of swallowing it, a bit of bravado to show up his inexperience, but some drops slipped through his lips anyway.

  When Rick opened his eyes, he saw that Anri had been staring at him with a dazed expression.

  "I think I know how I want to make you come." Anri said. He climbed off the bed and stood up, his movements languid and lazy. He stretched for a moment, his arched body quite the sight for sore eyes.

  He opened the bedside drawer. Helped wipe Rick's mouth with a tissue. Returned to the drawer.

  "Have you used sex toys before?" Anri asked, focused on the contents of the drawer - Rick tried to peek but he couldn't see anything.

  "I haven't," Rick said, and Anri looked up.

  "Nothing like a cock ring, or any kind or size of vibrator?"

  Rick shook his head.

  "Hm," Anri said, then turned to look at Rick. "Would you like to?"

  Rick thought about it. His previous sexual encounters had been so simple and easy - and they'd had fun in the hallway too, hadn't they? He wasn't sure if toys were something they really needed... plus Anri seemed to want to head into the direction of anal. He bit his lip.

  "Would it hurt?" Rick asked.

  Anri's face softened at that.

  "Not with adequate preparation." Anri said. He left the drawer and walked closer to Rick. He brushed Rick's hair off of his forehead. "What I want to do is to introduce you to the concept, to show you the possibilities. We don't have to do anything too extreme this time around..." He dragged his finger across Rick's torso. "I can just give you a straightforward release if you'd like..."

  Rick's toes curled as he felt himself shiver. He was uncertain, yet he knew the sort of creativity Anri possessed...

  "Alright," Rick said. Anri smiled.

  Anri dug through the drawer once more. He picked out something - a thin white dildo, perhaps half the length of his hand, with peculiar offshoots at the base of it.

  "It's a prostate massager," Anri said at Rick's confused gaze. "Something that should be okay for a beginner..."

  He sat on the bed besides Rick and put the massager down, then picked up a packet of lube. Rick gulped.

  Anri helped turn Rick onto his side, then lifted up one of Rick's legs. Anri slid a lubed up finger between them.

  "Breathe in," Anri's voice came from besides him, and Rick realized he'd shut his eyes. He breathed in, and the finger slid in a little further.

  "Breathe out," Anri's voice filled his mind.

  The finger started moving back and forth, slowly.

  And slowly, Rick could start to feel some modicum of pleasure begin to stir within him. Breathing began to come naturally again, and he easily fell into the rhythm set by Anri.

  "Enjoying yourself?" Anri asked, amusement in his voic
e. Rick stopped himself mid gasp. He blushed scarlet, chiding himself for not paying more attention to his surroundings, but then Anri moved his finger again and those thoughts tumbled out of his head.

  Anri pulled the finger out and Rick opened his eyes. Anri was lubing up the massager.

  "I think you're about ready for this," Anri said, a soft smile on his face, "don't you?"

  Rick looked at the toy in Anri's hands, reconsidered all of his life decisions up to that point, then decided that yeah, he'd fucking like to take that up his butt today. He told Anri about as much.