A/N: I wrote and re-wrote this chapter a lot, so I really hope you guys like it. It's a long one, but I was determined not to break it or shortchange the experience.
Iron Claws and Fragile Hearts
Chapter 21: Killing Me Softly
Sex
Gay sex
Gay anal sex
Gay anal sex as a bottom...with Ethan...and his giant cock...in my virgin hole.
Oh good god, what have I gotten myself into? I should cancel. I should fucking cancel. I have to cancel.
There was no way Isaac was going to cancel and he knew it as he walked through town toward Ethan's loft. He wanted Ethan far too much. He couldn't stop thinking about him, couldn't stop picturing him naked, couldn't stop reliving the sensation of Ethan's fingers on his wrist, couldn't ignore the phantom scent of Ethan's arousal. He sure as hell couldn't get the image of Ethan's damn, stupid, hot-as-fuck, glorious, evil, beautiful, terrible, fucking humongous cock out of his head.
He could hardly breathe. His palms were sweaty, his stomach was twisted in tight knots, and he was lightheaded…and it was all because of lust and eager anticipation for tonight's activities, which was stupid because Isaac didn't even know if he would like getting fucked. He had never put anything in his ass before except his own index finger, and that had only been a few times out of curiosity. It hadn't done much for him either, even when he'd found what was presumably his prostate. He wondered if rubbing his own prostate was like trying to tickle himself, maybe he just wouldn't get much out of it unless someone else did it to him.
Regardless, Isaac knew how stupid it was that he'd chosen Ethan to lose his gay sex virginity to – at all but especially as a bottom. Just from a physical standpoint it was ridiculous: Ethan was huge! It would have been like a vegetarian suddenly deciding to enter one of those free-if-you-can-finish-it giant steak-eating competitions. Isaac should have started with a nice little hot dog or something.
Why did Ethan have to be so well-endowed anyway? Weren't megalomaniacs supposed to be compensating for something?
Then there was the personal absurdity of having his first time be with Ethan. Isaac still didn't even trust Ethan – he had to be up to something after all – and he still hated a lot of things about Ethan, or at least about his past, but…Isaac also liked Ethan. It was scary how fast it had happened, and he very much wished he could undo it, but it was ridiculous at this point to pretend he didn't enjoy spending time with Ethan, didn't feel a little spark of excitement and happiness when he saw him.
Isaac couldn't wait to touch Ethan, to finally get sexual with another guy, especially Ethan. He wanted his mouth and tongue all over Ethan's absurdly well-defined abs and smooth, beautifully sculpted chest. He wanted to suck on his big bulbous cockhead and get it all purply-red like it had been on Tuesday night right before Ethan had cum. And yeah, this time when Ethan came, Isaac wanted it in his ass. He hated how much he wanted it, but it was undeniable: Isaac wanted Ethan to claim him, to fill him with his cum.
Isaac practically moaned at the thought of it. He was such a mess.
He really shouldn't have been allowed to make his own decisions anyway. He was terrible at it. He had fought hard for his independence and he desperately wanted it; he wanted to fix his life and start making healthy, responsible decisions…but he also didn't. Pretty much anytime danger presented itself, Isaac was all over that bitch.
Lie for years and hide all signs of abuse to protect my asshole father? –Absolutely, that seems like a great idea!
Agree to illegally work underage for him at a frickin' cemetery? –Yep, anything to make Dad happy.
Drive heavy grave-digging equipment in the middle of the night while exhausted? –Well yeah, I gotta keep up my productivity.
Once inevitably trapped in the grave I ironically dug for myself, accept help from a brooding stranger with glowing eyes who happened to like hanging out in graveyards? –Sure, what could possibly go wrong?
Agree to be turned into a literal monster by said stranger with full knowledge that he also gets to control every aspect of my life? –Brilliant plan, one of my finest!
Isaac wished he could claim to have improved his decision-making prowess after becoming a werewolf, but he really hadn't. He had trusted Scott McCall primarily based of his soulful brown eyes and the tingly feeling he gave Isaac in the pit of his stomach when they talked. And sure, it had worked out – because Scott was just that awesome! – but Isaac had still done everything possible to fuck it up and sabotage his own life.
Develop an obviously unrequited crush on your one and only friend? –Check.
Move in with hopelessly straight crush after Abusive Authority Figure 2.0 throws you out? –Check.
Betray your best friend and risk losing everything by dating his ex-girlfriend? –Check.
Bonus points awarded if ex-girlfriend also happens to be a werewolf hunter possessed by a psychotic evil spirit. –Check again!
New high score!
(All-time low?)
So yeah, of course Isaac had jumped at the chance to have sex with a literal serial killer. Oh, and no one knew where he was going to be and wouldn't even notice he was missing for a minimum of twelve hours because that's just how Isaac liked to roll in these situations.
This was all Ethan's fault anyway. Why did he have to start being nice to Isaac? Why did he have to start showing signs of being redeemable? Of being an abusive person in Isaac's past whom he might actually be able to please for once. And why the fuck did Isaac always have to try to please abusive people?
He didn't even like Ethan and his approval didn't matter – but FUCK, he really liked Ethan and his approval so mattered.
Stop over-thinking this. It's just a casual hookup. No emotions. No strings. We're just using each other to get off.
Isaac was a quivering mess as he turned down the block that would take him to Ethan's loft. He was also horny as hell. Despite several very arousing experiences in the interim, like the night he had spent with Stiles, Isaac hadn't cum since Tuesday night when Ethan had put on his strip show – Crap, is this going to be a thing now? Only getting off with Ethan? Yeah, that'll really help me not get attached – and tonight was Friday night. That meant it had been three days since the last time Isaac had gotten off, not horribly long by some people's standards, but Isaac had a very high libido combined with supernatural body fluid regeneration. Three times a day would have been way more appropriate than once every three days. His balls were so full they hurt.
He should have gotten off last night before bed, but Ethan had specifically told him to stay 'Trumpet Emoji' for him and…fuck Isaac liked doing what he was told. He had even made himself have another lucid sex dream that once again intentionally ended in frustration (and wow, if Isaac had thought Dream Stiles was a cruel taskmaster he was downright considerate and permissive compared to Dream Ethan). Of course, there had been a second purpose to his somnolent cum denial.
Isaac swallowed nervously as he walked into the lobby of Ethan's building. He didn't know whether he should feel disgusting or sexy about what he had done. Before bed the night before he had put on what he considered his sexiest underwear: a pair of snug, dark red, Emporio Armani trunks. As expected, the subsequent sex dream had caused him to drip precum like a faucet, drenching them in his pheromones. When he woke up that morning he took them off and wore regular underwear to school, but he had put the scented up pair back on after his shower that evening while he was getting ready for his…well it wasn't a date of course – meaningless sex plans? – yeah, while he was getting ready for his meaningless sex plans with Ethan. He just hoped Ethan would be as into the smell of his arousal as he had been the last time.
As he boarded the elevator in Ethan's building, Isaac was both annoyed and ecstatic to see that the back was lined with a mirror. He pressed the button for the seventh floor that would take him to Ethan's unit then succumbed to the desire to check himself over one more time.
He had selected a dark green, fitted, button-down shirt, the scarf Stiles hated, his gray overcoat, and the jeans that Ethan had told him 'make your ass look so good my cock throbbed.' Dress shoes and a sleek black belt completed the ensemble. All in all, Isaac was confident that it was at least a stylish and well put together outfit, even if he didn't want to get his hopes up about Ethan actually liking him in it.
A wave of anticipation roiled in Isaac's stomach as the little yellow six above the door dimmed out and the seven lit up. A moment later the elevator chimed and the doors slid open.
Confusion and dread replaced anticipation as Isaac caught the sound of Ethan's raised voice reverberating down the hallway, too low for his neighbors to hear unless they were standing outside his door, but plainly clear to werewolf ears.
"–that's what I'm trying to do!"
"No, Ethan," Aiden snarled back, "giving away one of our biggest bargaining chips to one of Scott's fucking betas isn't going to get us in his pack! Why would he need us if you're showing them all our goddamn tricks?!"
The sound of furniture crashing against the floor accompanied Aiden's tirade.
"Oh yeah, because we're the only werewolves who know about scent masking."
"We were the only wolves in Beacon Hills who knew about it."
"Isaac needs to be able to do it." Ethan's tone was calm and resolute.
Isaac cringed as he realized they were arguing about him. He had stepped out of the elevator but was hovering around a bend in the hallway as he listened. Wanting to further reduce his chances of being detected, he used the newly acquired skill in question.
"Why the fuck would he need to be able to do it?"
"Oh come on, Aiden. Something bad's obviously going on with their pack."
"SO WHAT?!"
"SO I WANT–" Ethan's voice dropped and he sounded hesitant when he continued. "I want him to be able to protect himself if he's in danger, to use it to get away if he needs to."
"Aww fuck, Ethan. You are so goddamn predictable. There you go again, putting the dumbass guys you want to screw ahead of our well being! Like what the actual fuck?! Did us becoming omegas because you couldn't keep your dick out of Danny Mahealani teach you nothing?!"
"Danny didn't have ANYTHING to do with that," Ethan shouted. Isaac winced as the sound of Ethan hitting the wall thudded through the hallway.
"IT'S YOUR FAULT WE'RE ALONE!" Aiden shouted back, this time so loud that their neighbors probably did overhear.
"I just didn't want the darach to slaughter a town full of innocent people!"
"WHY THE FUCK NOT?!" Aiden screamed. "THEY WEREN'T OUR PROBLEM."
Isaac had already zeroed in on Ethan's scent. It hadn't been anything but hot anger and pulsing frustration until now, but at Aiden's last declaration it shifted to sour sadness and bitter disappointment.
"Get out," Ethan said at a normal volume, his voice cold.
"GLADLY!" Aiden shouted in a fiery tone.
The sound of their front door opening and then slamming shut reverberated through the hallway accompanied by Aiden's loud, heavy footsteps.
Isaac looked around but there was nowhere to take cover and if he went back and rang for the elevator, which a quick sound check told him was back in the lobby, it would never have time to arrive and depart again before Aiden reached him.
He steeled himself, released his scent, and forced a casual, confident expression onto his face as he walked around the corner and almost straight into Aiden.
Aiden growled and shoved Isaac against the wall the moment he saw him.
Isaac flashed his eyes and returned the growl, his claws already out but held low against his sides in case someone came out of one of the other units.
"I oughta gut you where you stand and be done with it," Aiden snarled, his murderous blue eyes glowing as he held up a hand and extended his claws to emphasize the threat.
Isaac didn't answer, just winked at him and squeezed his scent away.
New fury lit Aiden's face and he lunged forward into an attack.
Isaac had expected it and dodged left, snagging his claws into Aiden's jacket and using his own momentum to throw him against the wall.
What Isaac hadn't expected was how quickly Aiden recovered. Springing off the wall and spinning around in one fluid motion, he backhanded Isaac across the side of the head, sending him staggering against the opposite side of the hallway.
Isaac braced for impact as Aiden crouched to spring again, but before he could Ethan was between them. He easily caught Aiden as he lunged forward.
"Stop." Ethan held onto Aiden's biceps as he thrashed and snarled at Isaac over Ethan's shoulder.
Isaac was already at Ethan's side by the time Aiden got one arm free and turned his icy gaze on his brother, his claws poised to slash across Ethan's face.
Ethan rolled his eyes and calmly addressed his twin. "Really, Aiden? You want to burn a bridge this big? I'm all you have left."
Aiden frowned and hesitated before slowly lowering his hand, his claws retracting.
"I didn't need you to interfere," Isaac snarled, trying to pull Ethan out of his way. He hated that Ethan was apparently trying to protect him, hated how weak and helpless it made him feel. Ethan was not someone who protected Isaac. Ethan was his enemy...even if they were borderline friends at this point. "I can handle him myself."
"It's cute that you think so," Aiden sneered before refocusing on Ethan. "Go fuck your little bitch. He reeks for it." He glanced back at Isaac and grimaced. "Seriously, you smell like the inside of a very used jockstrap. It's disgusting."
"It's delicious," Ethan assured Isaac in a low, lusty voice.
Isaac outwardly ignored Ethan (and inwardly melted a little) as he opened his mouth to retort to Aiden's comment, still spoiling for a fight. However, before he could say anything else Ethan turned and shot him a warning looking – apparently they were communicating with just looks now – and a moment later Ethan's fingers were like iron bars across Isaac's arm, even through his thick coat, as he steered Isaac away from Aiden and back up the hallway toward his loft.
Isaac reluctantly allowed himself to be led away. Even in his anger, part of Isaac knew he didn't want Ethan coming to blows with his brother over him – that would have made Isaac seem way too important to Ethan.
He kept his senses carefully concentrated on Aiden as they walked to Ethan's door, meticulously monitoring his every movement for any sign of a possible attack. There was none. Eventually Aiden rang for the elevator and left as soon as it arrived.
Isaac frowned as he walked into Ethan's loft for the first time. It was stunning, luxurious even, and Isaac found himself wondering for the first time where Ethan and Aiden were getting their money, but it also showed signs of the twins' most recent dispute. The wall near the entryway was dented and cracked and Isaac could smell the residual tang of Ethan's blood in the air.
Had Ethan always intended to hit the wall or had he been aiming for Aiden and missed?
The expansive living room featured an open floor plan that transitioned into a kitchen with a long bar. Two high-back barstools lay toppled and broken next to it, evidence of Aiden's anger.
Isaac's gaze was drawn to the room's back wall. It overlooked the dining area and featured a floor-to-ceiling glass window with abundant moonlight streaming in. Isaac's skin twitched just looking at it even though he wasn't directly under the moonbeams yet. The dining room table in front of the window was set for two, prompting Isaac to cast a questioning glance at Ethan.
"You look amazing," Ethan said just above a whisper as he ran his hands across Isaac's back before helping him off with his coat, which he hung on a rack by the door.
Normally Isaac would have objected to Ethan touching him so much, or at least pretended to object, but touching was sort of the whole point of tonight's activities, so instead of objecting Isaac took the opportunity to look Ethan over as Ethan likewise raked his eyes up and down Isaac's body now that his coat was off.
Ethan was dressed in a simple yet stylish deep v-neck tee. It was blue, slate blue Isaac realized, and he knew it wasn't a coincidence. Ethan looked exceptional in Isaac's favorite color; the subdued blue of the shirt brought out the dark auburn tones in his hair, which was styled the same way it always was for school and which, admittedly, was reliably adorable. Once again Ethan wore the brown pants he'd worn on Tuesday that showed off his ass so spectacularly and Isaac suspected that hadn't been a coincidence either. Surprisingly Ethan's feet were bare, and even more surprisingly Isaac found it really cute and even strangely sexy. All in all, Ethan's look was extremely simple, like he wasn't trying at all, yet his every choice was systematically getting Isaac going.
Ethan's warm hands gently gripped Isaac's forearms where his sleeves were rolled up and his chocolate eyes, which had looked so innocent seconds earlier, were clouded with lust as he took long, deep breaths, his gaze trained shamelessly on Isaac's crotch. "You smell so fucking good."
Isaac enjoyed how earnest, even needy, Ethan sounded. His appearance may have been all cool and casual, but he was obviously as excited and into this as Isaac was, and that was a huge relief.
"So uh...your bedroom?" Isaac asked, a blush heating his cheeks.
The innocence was back in Ethan's eyes, despite the smirk tugging at his lips, as he looked up at Isaac. "What about it?" he asked sweetly.
Isaac coughed and cleared his throat. Ethan was such an asshole. "Where is it?"
"Oh it's right through there." He gave a nonchalant wave of his hand, indicating a hallway that opened from between the kitchen and living room. A matching hallway occupied the exact opposite side of the room in a straight line, presumably leading to Aiden's room.
Isaac turned to go in the direction indicated but Ethan stopped him, fingers blissfully familiar around his wrist.
"Where ya goin'?" Ethan inquired, his head tilted sideways and a broad, open smile on his face. He was the picture of boyish innocence and it would have been seriously adorable if Isaac hadn't so desperately wanted him to cut the crap.
"Uh..." How was he supposed to answer that? To get naked on your bed so you can fuck me. Surely that would have gotten Ethan to stop acting so obnoxiously innocent.
Ethan chuckled and his hand strayed from Isaac's wrist up to his bicep as he ushered him toward the kitchen. "You asked for dinner first."
"Um, pretty sure I didn't." Isaac wanted something in his mouth, but it wasn't food.
"Yeah, you did. Right after we caught the werecoyote and I took your belt off. Which, speaking of..." Ethan stopped Isaac and gently gripped his waist, turning him so that their bodies once again faced. Isaac's breath hitched as Ethan's fingers thrummed against his metal belt buckle while he opened it. A moment later, Ethan stripped the belt from Isaac's waist with a single snap of his wrist and tossed it onto the living room floor. Isaac felt the heavy thud low in his gut. "There. Now that's out of the way."
Isaac swallowed and allowed himself the indulgence of holding Ethan's bare forearms the way Ethan had held his moments earlier. The muscles were warm and hard, and the tiny hairs on the back of Ethan's arms felt soft beneath Isaac's fingertips. "You do know I was just kidding about that right? I don't actually need dinner."
Ethan shook his head and his playful expression turned serious as he resumed guiding Isaac toward the kitchen, breaking the dangerously close proximity between the fronts of their bodies. "Yes, you do. Food means a lot to you."
Isaac stopped and pulled away, frowning. "Are you calling me fat?!"
Ethan rolled his eyes. "Yeah, Isaac, I'm calling you fat. Your narrow waist, taut abs, and hard chest are just so flabby. Geez, you're such a lardass."
Isaac scowled at him.
Ethan laughed. "Okay, if you really need to hear it, obviously your body is perfect and amazing. You're built like a Greek god carved from granite."
Isaac scoffed.
"No, that I actually meant." He rubbed his hands appreciatively up and down Isaac's sides and across his stomach. "Anyway, it makes you feel good when people give you food."
Isaac furrowed his brow, trying to figure out what the hell Ethan was talking about.
"Think about your first happy memory with Erica."
Isaac folded his arms and glared. It was not okay for Ethan to bring her up, but he answered anyway, surprised by what came out of his mouth. "Right after Derek turned us she made spaghetti in his old, burned out house. It was the first time we felt like a pack."
Ethan nodded. "And when did you start to trust Boyd?"
Isaac frowned and an ache flared in his chest as he answered. "Derek had been training us hard all day, but then in the evening me and Boyd ditched and snuck away to a greasy diner by the interstate."
"And with Derek?"
Isaac quaked with anger as he answered. "Right after we found out that you abducted Erica and Boyd, he made me an omelet and tried to calm me down."
Ethan took a step back and dropped his eyes, the scent of remorse filling the air and – dammit, Isaac knew it was real.
"Anyway, food's important to you," Ethan said quietly, still not looking up.
Isaac tilted his head, trying to tuck his pain and anger away so he could consider Ethan's statement. He thought back to how it had felt the previous week when Stiles had gotten him Mexican food, even though he wasn't home but just in case he showed up, how happy it had made him Wednesday morning when Melissa had fixed him breakfast and left it in the fridge before he got up, how much it had meant to him when the sheriff had made him scrambled eggs on Thursday after his sleepover with Stiles, how content he had been at pizza-night the night before with his fam- household. Okay, so maybe food did matter to Isaac.
Ethan shrugged and placed an almost tentative hand on Isaac's upper arm. "It's because your dad quit making sure you ate after..." He cleared his throat. "After."
That was true. After Isaac's mom and Camden died, his dad had continued keeping food in the house, mostly leftovers of something he'd made or ordered for himself, but although Isaac had been allowed to eat it, the man seldom actually cooked or ordered anything specifically for him. On the rare occasions when he did have dinner with his dad it was usually a bad sign because it meant that he was going to ambush Isaac about something. Despite this pattern, Isaac had never stopped getting excited, always hoping that each rare family dinner would somehow end differently, somehow be like it had been in Isaac's childhood.
Isaac glared at Ethan, his fingernails and teeth getting pointier but not fully erupting; Ethan knew all that and he was trying to exploit it.
"So basically you're trying to use the knowledge you got by mind-raping me to create an artificially happy experience so you can manipulate me later?"
Ethan sighed and frowned back at Isaac. "Actually I was just going for a nice gesture, but thanks for the vote of confidence."
Regret twinged in Isaac's chest at the hurt expression on Ethan's face. The pungent scent of Ethan's distress was rapidly becoming one of Isaac's least favorite scents. Crud. It was just Isaac's luck that his former tormentor was turning out to have real feelings.
"Oh, okay then! So what'd you make?" Isaac asked with feigned cheerfulness. Ethan would see through it but maybe he'd go along with it.
"Ah, see I'm not trying to kill you anymore so I didn't cook. I ordered tapas." Ethan chuckled at his own joke and led them into the kitchen. "Aiden's an incredible cook though. So if you ever get on his good side you'll have that to look forward to."
Isaac laughed and placed a hand on Ethan's back as he opened the refrigerator. "Is anyone actually on Aiden's good side?"
Ethan glanced at Isaac over his shoulder, mock seriousness on his face. "You're right. We better stick to takeout."
Isaac grinned, legitimately enjoying their lighter banter. "I'm actually a pretty good cook."
Wait, did I just implicitly promise to cook for Ethan at some point?
"I know," Ethan mumbled under his breath as he set two bags of food on the counter.
Isaac sighed. "You know, you don't have to keep reminding me about all the terrible things you've done."
Ethan shrugged. "Just want to make sure you know what you're getting."
Isaac pointedly ignored the implications behind that comment in favor of snatching up one of the bags, determined to keep the mood light. "What am I getting?"
Ethan laughed and bumped his hip against Isaac's as he started unloading the other bag. "I ordered a variety. I hope they're good reheated."
Isaac felt a pang of guilt. He had texted Ethan twice to push back the time. The first delay had been because he kept freaking out, changing his mind about what he wanted to wear, and debating whether or not to just cancel. The second delay had been because he hadn't anticipated how long it would take to get across town without a ride (no way was Isaac going to ask one of his packmates to drive him to Ethan's) or the option of running through the woods (nasty, sweaty, and covered in leaves wasn't the look Isaac was going for).
"Let's see" Ethan picked up the receipt that was taped to one of the bags and read the list of items. "We have mushroom croquettes, duck confit tostadas, shrimp and scallops ceviche, bacon-wrapped dates, cauilflower and chayote cazuela, lobster bisque, and gazpacho soup."
"Wow, that sounds..." pretentious, unnecessarily expensive, far too rich for a werewolf to actually enjoy "really good."
Ethan chuckled as he started plating the food. "Give it a chance. I think you'll like it."
While the food was reheating Ethan went back to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of wine.
"Oh, uh, no thanks," Isaac said, tidying up the empty takeout containers in an attempt to act casual. "None for me."
"You don't like sparkling grape juice?" Ethan asked with gentle amusement in his voice.
"Huh?" Isaac glanced up and examined the bottle more carefully. It was by Welch's and the label read Sparkling White Grape. "Oh, uh, sure maybe a little then."
Isaac's cheeks burned. Of course Ethan would know alcohol made him uncomfortable thanks to his dad's drinking problem. Mercifully, he didn't say anything as he poured the beverage into two regular juice glasses.
Once the food was ready they took it to the dining room table, but before they sat down, Ethan surprised Isaac by peeling his shirt over his head and tossing it away. He stood in the moonlight, flexing his muscular body for Isaac.
Isaac's eyes immediately tracked to Ethan's abs. They were smooth and lean, etched deeply into his shimmery-in-the-moonlight skin, each ridge and valley exquisitely formed and precisely bisected by his long midline. Isaac couldn't get over the fact that tonight he would be allowed to touch them, lick them, maybe even shoot his load on them. He had already gotten to see Ethan's own cum pool into perfect little rivulets and make islands of those panels of hard flesh. Would Isaac be allowed to provide tonight's milky sea?
Cum gutters. Ethan also had amazing cum gutters. Isaac desperately wanted to trace them with his fingers, his claws if he were honest, follow the sinewy, hard lines down to Ethan's pelvis. God, Ethan's pelvis! Just a hint of brown pubic hair peeked from the top of his pants, but didn't climb any higher. Ethan's torso was a smooth, blank canvas of muscles and flesh and Isaac made up his mind then and there that he was going to spray paint it tonight.
"What are you thinking about?" Ethan asked, one hand on his hip and his own thumb idly tracing along a V-line.
"How much I want to cum all over you," Isaac answered honestly because maybe if he got Ethan going enough they could skip dinner and fuck now.
"Good. Now take off your shirt. It's your turn to be objectified."
Isaac grinned and unbuttoned his shirt while openly staring at the bulging line of Ethan's erection in his pants. Once Isaac's shirt was off he stood proudly, flexed and posed with his hips angled to highlight his own arousal. He had become confident about his body since becoming a werewolf. It was usually what people liked the best about him at least people who liked guys' bodies in the first place. Scott and Stiles didn't like Isaac's body, but that was okay. They actually liked him for other reasons. Anyway, since tonight was the second time Ethan had given Isaac a show, it was only fair that Isaac return the favor.
"Come here," Ethan requested in a low voice.
Isaac stepped into the moonlight as he crossed the room to Ethan. His skin hummed and tingled, suddenly too sensitive. The moon was almost full, it would be full next week. Isaac was grateful he had learned to control himself. Lust was a potential trigger for any werewolf, but he had gotten off with Ethan under the moon once before, so standing with him inside by a window should be okay.
Isaac hissed as Ethan's fingers hooked into the waistband of his jeans and he pulled Isaac roughly against his body.
"Feel that?" Ethan whispered.
Isaac felt many things. He felt Ethan's hot breath ghosting across his lips, making them dry; Isaac licked them, and almost Ethan's too in the process. He felt Ethan's hands cupping his ass, his claws scraping over the denim pockets of his jeans as he squeezed. He felt the bare skin of Ethan's chest and stomach pressing against his own, their hearts throbbing against one another's rib cages. He felt the hard nubs of Ethan's nipples pushing against his lower pecs. He felt his palms gripping Ethan's burning-hot obliques, his thumbs digging into Ethan's hips. He felt the moonlight caressing their skin, making everything ache and tingle. But most of all, Isaac felt his erection grinding recklessly, painfully, blissfully against Ethan's through their pants.
"Feel what?" Isaac asked, voice strained.
"Everything."
Isaac nodded and held Ethan in place as he ground his whole body slow and hard against Ethan's, relishing the way it made Ethan shake and whimper.
Suddenly Ethan's eyes were on Isaac's lips and – god yes, Isaac wanted a kiss too. Ethan's lips were beautiful, full and soft looking, almost pouty.
"No," Isaac whispered, turning his head and ducking back, causing Ethan's mouth to graze across his jaw instead. "That's my one rule for tonight. No kissing."
A chorus of emotions played out across Ethan's face in rapid succession, too quick for Isaac to even label, but then Ethan was smirking up at him and still grinding their pelvises together. "Just one rule, huh?"
Isaac laughed, relieved that he wasn't being asked to explain himself. "Pretty much. I guess I'll tell you if something else comes up?"
"Sounds good."
One of Ethan's hands left Isaac's ass and the next thing Isaac knew sharp fingers were fisted into his hair as his head was pulled back. He gurgled in surprise as Ethan's mouth sealed over his Adam's apple, and he flicked Isaac's throat with his tongue while biting down. It wasn't hard enough to break the skin and Ethan's fangs weren't out, but it was hard enough for Isaac to feel the sharp pressure, hard enough to send a thrill of danger coursing through his body, hard enough to make his knees week.
"Let me know if you don't like something," Ethan said, smirking again and pulling away, releasing Isaac completely.
Isaac practically whined at the loss but nodded. "That...That was definitely fine," he admitted, still savoring the phantom sensations.
"Let's eat before the food gets cold again," Ethan said, taking one of the two set places at the end of the table.
Isaac wanted to protest, wanted to get back to not-quite-kissing and extreme grinding, but he took his place in the other seat, feeling like perhaps it was important to Ethan that they share a meal despite Isaac ostensibly being the one who cared about such things.
Isaac took one of the small portions of gazpacho soup. It was good, just a little too flavorful for his sensitive palate. Ethan seemed to be enjoying the bacon-wrapped date he was eating. The rich oils and nutty flavor coming from Ethan's plate certainly smelled good, just...too strong. Isaac's senses were on overdrive.
"Can we draw the curtains?" he asked, glancing at the huge glass window and once again feeling the pull of the moon on his skin.
Ethan laughed and shook his head. "Why would we do that? We're werewolves. The moon feels amazing."
"It-It hurts," Isaac countered, frowning.
"It hurts because you're thinking about, fighting it instead of just letting yourself feel it," Ethan folded his hands behind his head and leaned back, bathing his bare torso in the moonlight. "It didn't hurt the other nights this week when were out, did it?"
Isaac wanted to insist that it had, but that would have been an obvious lie. Ethan was right. He hadn't been thinking about it and it hadn't hurt, and considering that Isaac had been having fun going out at night with Ethan, maybe part of that did have something to do with the moonlight – honestly Isaac wanted to believe that more than he wanted to believe that Ethan was simply decent company.
"That's why I wanted us to take our shirts off." He smirked and leered at Isaac's chest. "Well one of the reasons. But so that we could get more of it into our skin. It'll make the sex better."
"R-really?" Isaac shifted in his seat, still painfully hard...like Ethan's biceps, and nipples, and stomach.
Ethan nodded and lowered his arms, staring at Isaac with equally lust-filled eyes. "Let's take off our pants too. I think we're both feeling...restricted and that way even more of our flesh will be in the moonlight."
Isaac watched open-mouthed as Ethan stood and stripped out of his brown pants, revealing his muscular, slightly hairy thighs and a pair of designer black bikini briefs that were wholly incapable of containing his sizable erection. The material was stretched and straining around his shaft, the fabric bowed outward away from his body, partially revealing the skin of his sack and his thick, brownish-auburn pubes.
Isaac's nostrils flared. Fuck, I can smell his dick and balls!
"Much better." Ethan sat back down, grinning at Isaac mischievously. "Care to join me?"
Isaac rose to his feet and toed off his shoes. His fingers trembled so hard he could barely open his pants, but eventually he managed to get them off. He stepped out of them and kicked them away, his eyes trained on the table as he stood under the weight of Ethan's gaze.
"Goddammit Isaac. Fuck." Ethan moaned, drawing Isaac's attention. He watched as Ethan's hand slipped under the table and the velvety dense scent of his arousal flared richer and fuller.
Isaac returned to his seat, watching Ethan with rapt attention as he took long, deep breaths and audibly moaned and whimpered, still visibly sniffing the air. His eyes were half-lidded and his head was lolled loosely to one side.
"I am gonna be so high on that in a minute. Dammit, I can't wait to fuck you."
Isaac licked his lips and stroked himself through his underwear. Ethan looked so blissed out, and it felt incredible knowing that he had done that to him. "You can, like, right now."
Ethan's hand returned from under the table and came to rest atop Isaac's by his drink. "I want you to be high too. Come on, Isaac, all the smells, the tastes, the moonlight. Let go and enjoy it."
Isaac swallowed and slowly pulled his hand away. He gave Ethan a shy smile as he sniffed the back of it, drawing Ethan's pheromones deep into his lungs and holding them there for a few seconds before breathing out. God, he smelled good. Isaac wanted nothing more than to bury his face in Ethan's crotch and choke on his scent – and his cock, definitely his cock.
"Now try this." Ethan took a spoonful of the lobster bisque and held it up to Isaac's mouth.
Isaac reluctantly opened, feeling ridiculous with Ethan feeding him. This was not a date. They were not a couple. They did not feed each other. He nevertheless allowed Ethan to stick the spoon against his tongue. The soup was good, but too rich and Isaac swallowed it down immediately to get it out of his mouth.
Ethan huffed. "Not like that." He refilled the spoon and returned it to Isaac's lips. "Don't be afraid to taste the flavors."
Isaac grumbled but dutifully accepted the food again.
"This time roll it around in your mouth with your tongue."
Isaac laughed, mindful not to accidentally spit it out. He had expected Ethan to say something just like that to him tonight, but not in this context.
The laughing fit distracted him and caused the bisque to coat his mouth as thoroughly as if he'd been trying. It burned as the spicy, creamy, savory combination overwhelmed him completely.
"No, no, you've got this. This is good." Ethan placed his hand on Isaac's jaw, partially distracting him and making the soup more palatable. "Focus on the cayenne pepper. I know it's intense, but just go with it. Taste it."
Isaac scowled but concentrated on the burn, allowing it to flare hot and sharp throughout his mouth. He wasn't sure he'd even be able to taste anything else after this.
"Okay, now keep focusing on that, but focus on the creamy, rich notes too, the way they balance the spice."
Isaac furrowed his brow and held the heat in his mouth as he allowed the rich, creamy flavor to tangle around it. They were indeed perfectly balanced and equally intense. His eyes widened. Whoa, this is really good!
Ethan grinned. "Now keep those and add the succulent weight of the lobster."
Isaac whimpered around it and swallowed involuntarily. It was too good not to. He enthusiastically grabbed another spoonful for himself.
Ethan chuckled and touched Isaac's wrist as he was about to eat the morsel. "This time do all that, but also feel the warm, tingling pull of the moonlight on your skin."
Isaac excitedly tried that and – holy fuck that's amazing! The moonlight sharpened everything.
As he took his fourth bite Ethan smirked at him. "And now, also smell how horny I am while you're doing all that."
Isaac choked as the crisp, clean musk of Ethan's arousal as it overlaid everything else. It was a spicy, creamy, tingly, horny explosion in Isaac's mouth, and he was suddenly very very hungry.
Ethan still wasn't done.
"And feel my fingers on your face." He gently stroked along Isaac's jawline. The smallest hint of a claw on one finger added yet another sensation.
Isaac whimpered hard, swallowed, and gasped. He was trembling as he found his voice. "Jesus Christ, Ethan! What are you trying to do make me cum in my underwear?"
Ethan chortled and passed Isaac one of the bacon-wrapped dates with a knowing look. "It's okay if you do, but we have a lot more pleasure in store if you don't."
They repeated the process with the other dishes and by the time they were halfway through the meal, Isaac was panting and breathing hard. It actually did feel like he was having sex now that he was feeling, smelling, and tasting everything to an explosive degree. This was the most pleasurable meal he had ever eaten in his life and it was all he could do not to climb over the table and sit in Ethan's lap, anything to be closer to that delicious cock and the heavenly musk of his balls. Isaac was carefully keeping his hands out of his lap, but he was nevertheless slowly and steadily leaking precum – which Ethan kept praising in the most beautifully broken, lust-thick voice.
Isaac felt so good and so wanted. It would have been terrifying if he'd had the presence of mind to realize the implications of Ethan making him feel like this, but he didn't; he was drunk on the moonlight and high on Ethan's pheromones.
"My claws are out," Isaac realized as he almost scratched himself while taking a bite of the duck confit.
"Your fangs too," Ethan informed him, hair now mussed somehow and chocolate eyes ringed in shimmery blue – fuck that's pretty!
"They are?" Isaac's mouth hung open as he tapped his fangs with his tongue. "Wow they are!"
Ethan giggled, sounding every bit as high as Isaac felt. "You're so cute. I wish I could kiss you."
"Oh, you-you totally can." Isaac waved a hand dismissively and leaned across the table. "I was just being uptight before."
Ethan shook his head in a dopey-sweet way that reminded Isaac fondly of Scott. He kissed Isaac's cheek instead, then carefully pushed him away again, his claws noticeable but not painful against Isaac's shoulder.
"One rule, you said one rule. I didn't getcha like this so I could take advantage of you."
Isaac felt his eyebrows knitting together. "But you're still gonna fuck me, right?"
"Oh definitely!" Ethan answered, looking horrified that there was even any question. "I'm gonna fuck you so good. You'll be begging for it."
Isaac didn't doubt it; he was already close to begging. When he glanced back to stare at Ethan's face – because he was now openly leering nonstop at Ethan's handsome face, his muscular chest, or his sinewy arms while they ate – he noticed that Ethan's fangs were protruding slightly from between his lips.
"Why are we all..." Isaac waved his hand in frustration trying to figure out how to phrase what he wanted to ask. Eventually he shrugged and opted to ask the way Stiles would have. "Sharp and bitey, and kinda glowy, even though we're not mad at each other?"
Ethan cracked up, even slapping the table a few time before he composed himself "The moon and...everything."
Isaac wasn't sure what 'everything' meant, but it probably wasn't important.
He gazed happily out the window at the bright, almost full moon and growled playfully at it as it sent a pulse of power and desire thrumming through him. It surged straight to his cock, making it throb with need. He grinned down at the wet tent in his underwear. The crimson material was a dark maroon where he leaked against it. He leaned back in his seat and shimmied his hips, waving his straining hardon in the air and making sure he had Ethan's rapt attention before he started playing with it and moaning, polishing his cockhead and squeegeeing precum into his palm.
"Mmm, please?" Ethan asked, holding out his hand.
Isaac obliged him and placed his damp hand palm up in Ethan's, quivering as Ethan pulled it to his face and licked it, nuzzling his nose against the wet spot.
"What about you?" Isaac asked, retracting his hand and sniffing the air with long, satisfying breaths. Ethan smelled so good and so turned on, but Isaac wanted it right in his face like Ethan had gotten.
Ethan shrugged. "I don't really precum. A little bit sometimes, but it's not a big thing for me."
"I know," Isaac answered. He would have been able to smell it if Ethan had been slick. "But your cock and balls and" –Isaac growled, aware of the heat pooling behind his eyes– "just everything."
Ethan smiled and his hand disappeared under the table again. Isaac heard the cotton and elastic rumple and the soft splish of skin on skin as Ethan's hand slid inside his underwear for the first time that night and he touched himself directly.
It was too hot to take, and Isaac likewise plunged his hand inside his straining trunks and fondled himself as he watched the pleasure flicker across Ethan's face, listened as Ethan's breath hitched and his heart rate quickened, reveled in the luxurious denseness of Ethan's arousal cloaking the air.
They moaned wantonly at each other and masturbated with vigorous abandon. The warm pools of chocolate in Ethan's eyes gradually waned as electric blue glaciers crept in from around the edges.
Eventually, Ethan stopped touching himself and slid his hand out of his briefs. The elastic of his waistband snapped tantalizingly against his pelvis. Then his hand was in front of Isaac's face in offering.
Isaac growled and crushed it against his nose and mouth, a little too hard he realized as his nose stung from the impact and Ethan hissed as one of Isaac's fangs nicked his palm. Neither of them cared and – fuck, Isaac was never going to get used to how unbelievably awesome Ethan's sex pheromones were. They caressed his nostrils, clung to the back of his throat, and blanketed his lungs in erotic goodness. Just as he had done with the food, Isaac meticulously savored every rich note.
His head was cloudy and euphoric as he licked Ethan's hand one more time then rubbed it all over his chest and throat, enjoying the sharp prickle of Ethan's claws on his hot, moon-soaked skin. "You need to fuck me now."
Ethan growled and stood, the brown was snuffed from his eyes completely as he rumbled back, "I need to fuck you now."
It only took Isaac a couple seconds to stand and join Ethan on the other side of the table but it was enough time for Ethan to shed his briefs, leaving him completely nude.
Isaac gasped and reached for Ethan's erection, but Ethan stopped him, grabbing his wrist. "Bedroom."
"Moonlight," Isaac whined, nodding toward the window.
"The moon's in the bedroom too," Ethan answered, taking off at a sprint toward his room and dragging Isaac along behind him.
It wasn't fair that Ethan ran ahead of Isaac...naked...with such a nice ass...while Isaac was so horned up he could hardly stand it but knew he wouldn't get to fuck Ethan. Goddammit he wanted to fuck Ethan. Ethan's ass bounced and jiggled, cheeks tantalizingly spreading just a bit each time he extended a leg, but never actually enough to satisfy Isaac's intense curiosity or lust.
Isaac slapped Ethan's ass as they paused outside his bedroom door while Ethan opened it. It was only a momentary touch and then Ethan was shoving Isaac into the room ahead of him, but Isaac memorized the way it felt: soft, warm skin over hard muscle, a satisfying, jiggly resistance. Why wasn't Ethan a bottom again?
Oh.
Isaac's brain reset as he Ethan slammed the door behind them and his attention refocused on Ethan's cock.
He wrapped his hand around it and shoved Ethan against the wall, making him gasp and growl. This time Ethan wasn't going to run off when Isaac wanted to play with his cock. Ethan tried to lean up, to grind their chests and bodies together, but Isaac slammed him back against the wall.
"Stay."
No way was Isaac not going to look at that behemoth while he touched it. It was pornographically long and thick, as big as any Isaac had seen in adult films, but whereas a lot of porn actors with huge cocks never seemed to get completely hard, Ethan was like concrete, a plush concrete swaddled in a layer of velvety skin. It angled up and away from Ethan's body, curving and pointing at Isaac with its giant reddish pink cockhead.
Fuck, that thing is gorgeous!
If Ethan's cockhead was anywhere near as sensitive as Isaac's, Ethan must have been in heaven with such a massive bundle of nerves on the end of his dick.
Isaac dropped to his knees and licked it, relishing the salty musk and the way the scent made his whole body pulse and hum with desire.
"Fangs, Isaac," Ethan cautioned, gazing down at him with his own mouth and eyes still lazily wolfed out.
Isaac took a deep breath and willed his face back to its human form, his eyes cooling and teeth blunting. It was hard not to get pulled back under by the heavy lust blanketing the room, but he knew could do it; he had eaten out Allison numerous times without incident, and she smelled and tasted every bit as wonderful, just in a different way.
Isaac sealed his lips around Ethan's hefty cockhead. His tongue flicked the slit as he rolled his lips back and forth over the thick, swollen rim of Ethan's glans, caressing it. Isaac didn't close his eyes; instead he greedily eyed the rest of Ethan's thick shaft and studied his trimmed nest of pubes. Christ, Ethan smelled good and he was whimpering and moaning so enticingly, his claws scraping over Isaac's scalp, making it tingle.
Even though Isaac knew he couldn't handle it, he also couldn't resist. He slid lower on Ethan's cock until the plump tip was hitting the back of his throat – and fuck, he wasn't even halfway down the shaft yet. He coughed and gagged, his eyes watering and his airways stuffed shut. He didn't care; he couldn't stop. Breathing be damned, Isaac wanted Ethan to fuck his face. He gripped Ethan's strong, hairy thighs and pulled him forward, ignoring his own violent gagging and impaling his throat as he hoped Ethan would take the hint and use him the way Isaac needed in that moment.
"Whoa, whoa, Isaac, stop."
Ethan clutched Isaac's shoulders and yanked him to his feet despite his protests.
"No, I want–"
Isaac didn't get to finish as Ethan picked him up by the waist, took several steps, then abruptly tossed him backward onto the bed.
Isaac whimpered and resisted the urge to bare his throat. He skin was humming and pulsing again. Moonlight! He glanced backward at the wall behind his head. As with the wall in the dining room, it consisted entirely of a floor-to-ceiling window with the curtains opened wide. No wonder the twins had picked this loft!
The bed dipped under Ethan's weight, drawing Isaac's attention back to him – holy fuck, why had Isaac's attention ever left the gorgeous naked werewolf in the first place?!
Ethan's claws retracted as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Isaac's underwear and he stripped them off his legs.
"FUUUCK!" Ethan growled, fangs out and blue eyes flashing dangerously as he raked his eyes over Isaac's nude body.
Isaac felt the growl deep in his core and his body instantly went slack against the mattress. It was an alpha growl, despite Ethan no longer holding that status, and Isaac was so turned on by it that only his cock defied the implicit order to hold still. It throbbed and quaked in the open air, leaking another heavy bead of precum.
Ethan growled again – and if he kept doing that Isaac was going to start leaking more than precum – and rubbed his hands briskly up and down Isaac's shaft, all over his balls, and along the insides of his thighs.
Isaac whimpered and spread his legs, eager to please the former alpha, especially as Ethan's tongue replaced his fingers.
Isaac moan-growled and sunk his claws into Ethan's navy blue duvet – oops! – as Ethan licked a wide swath along his inner left thigh from knee to groin, fangs threatening but sparing the delicate skin.
"Ooh, aah, uh-oh!" Isaac's hands clenched and tore through Ethan's blankets and sheets as Ethan's tongue lapped over, under, and around his balls for a few seconds before he sucked them into his mouth. Isaac gasped, terrified of the sharp fangs against his delicate jewels, but Ethan had already retracted them and was also doing an admirable job keeping his regular human teeth out of the equation. It was all soft, wet pressure and frisky tongue action.
Isaac's cock was drooling obscenely by the time Ethan released his balls and swirled his tongue around the base. Isaac whimpered and kneaded the bed as Ethan slowly edged higher up his shaft. He stopped about an inch from Isaac's achingly swollen cockhead – that goddamn son-of-a-bitch! – made sure Isaac was looking him in the eye, then gently pressed the tip of Isaac's dripping glans against his upper lip, smearing Isaac's juices under his nose – never mind he's awesome! We're officially friends now – before sliding it slowly through his parted lips.
Isaac let out a long, satisfied sigh and slid lower on the bed, one leg twisting comfortably around Ethan's butt and thigh. Just the skin-on-skin contact was sublime and there weren't words to describe the mouth-on-skin contact Ethan was giving him. Isaac took deep, measured breaths, remembering to feel everything the way he had been doing all night. The soft, plush duvet beneath his body; the tingly, humming moonbeams on his face, chest, and stomach; the dense, rich erotic goodness of Ethan's prolonged arousal; the light scrape of Ethan's clawtips through his bush; Ethan's other hand, warm and steady as he deftly stroked the base of Isaac's throbbing cock; Isaac's throbbing cock! He felt that most of all, pulsing and weeping in Ethan's slick, hot mouth.
Isaac felt perfectly in control and blissfully relaxed at the same time. He succumbed to the moon, the pheromones, the pleasure, and got lost in euphoria as Ethan fellated him, completely losing track of time.
"I couldn't do it," Ethan said with a laugh when at last he pulled his head away from Isaac's crotch.
"Couldn't do what?" Isaac mumbled drunkenly. His mouth felt so nice stretched into the grin he had perma-plastered across his face.
"Deep throat you." Ethan laughed again and stroked Isaac's thigh. "Glad you didn't notice."
Isaac chuckled and sat up, wrapping his arms and legs lazily around Ethan's waist and back. Touching him made Isaac's skin tingle harder and he was just so irresistibly hot. Isaac trailed a hand across Ethan's chest, lightly tweaking each of his nipples and rubbing his index finger over the ridges of muscle just beside and under Ethan's pec – what were those muscles called? Isaac really needed to find out because he loved them.
"Hey I wanna show you something," Ethan whispered, chocolate eyes glinting with excitement. Chocolate, ice blue, both at the same time – Isaac couldn't make up his mind how he liked Ethan's eyes best.
"Huh?" he answered, staring at Ethan's erection. Shouldn't we be fucking?
Ethan grasped Isaac's chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned his head, physically adjusting Isaac's gaze from Ethan's lap to his own.
"Have you seen this?" Ethan asked, wrapping the fingers of his other hand around Isaac's shaft and tilting it to and fro.
Isaac laughed and smacked Ethan's stomach with the back of his hand – then groped his abs for good measure. "Yeah, it's my dick. I see it every day."
"But I don't think you've ever really looked at it. In your memories it's pretty average and basic."
"So?" Isaac asked, feeling as close to self conscious as he had since they started dinner.
"So it's not," Ethan said emphatically, letting go of Isaac's face so he could stroke Isaac's cock with both hands. "It's huge and very sexy. I mean really good looking."
Isaac cheeks heated in a blush, and he recalled the compliments Scott had given him in the shower earlier that week. It had made him feel really good, but he had thought Scott was intentionally exaggerating to be his usual wonderful, supportive self.
"Get on your knees."
Isaac did as he was told, and Ethan likewise shifted into a kneeling position in front of him.
"See." Ethan edged forward and pressed their cocks together. He held them against each other in both hands.
"Uhn!" Isaac gasped and moaned, bucking against Ethan. Fucking, fuck, fuck that's hot.
Ethan let go with one hand and stilled Isaac's hips. "Yeah I like that too, and we're gonna do that in a minute, but look at this first."
Isaac glanced down curiously as Ethan tilted their erections in various directions, showing him the side-by-side comparison from different angles. His jaw dropped. The tip of his dick reached the base of Ethan's cockhead, which was very big and long, meaning Ethan still had a good inch and a half or so on him, but damn. Ethan's cock was also thicker and meatier but not by nearly as much as Isaac had thought.
"Wow, I have a really nice dick."
"You have a fucking incredible dick, Isaac," Ethan said as he let go of their erections and gripped Isaac's ass, grinding their crotches together.
They both moaned and growled. It hurt without lube but – fuck Isaac really liked it anyway. He didn't understand what Ethan was doing as he kept edging them backward on the bed, but he went with it, and his compliance paid off as Ethan leaned past him, never breaking contact between their pelvises, and reached into his nightstand. He retrieved a bottle of lube and slathered it, messy and generous, all over their cocks. Once they were slick and gliding so good together, Ethan closed the cap and tossed the bottle to the other side of the bed for future use – So he can lube me up and fuck me soon!
Ethan squeezed and groped Isaac's ass, his slippery fingers teasing Isaac's crack as their cocks slid and ground against each other.
Isaac whimpered and nipped at Ethan's neck. Then his throat. Then along his jawline. Then – Oh fuck me and my stupid rules.
Ethan's eyes widened and he kissed back for a couple seconds before pulling away, a questioning look on his face. "But, your rule?"
"It was a dumb rule."
"You must have had a reason."
"It was a dumb reason. Make out with me."
Ethan did. He surged forward and reconnected their lips, his mouth hot and aggressive and perfect against Isaac's. It was all tongues and teeth and fangs and maybe first kisses were supposed to be tentative, but Isaac couldn't for the life of him figure out why as he did his best to swallow Ethan's tongue.
Then he was on his back and Ethan was on top of him; then Ethan was on his back and Isaac was on top of him, and their cocks and mouths did an extraordinarily good job staying connected through all of the tussling and playfighting.
Dammit! They were playfighting, laughing and whimpering into each other's mouths, and Isaac liked it, loved it, wanted to make it his new hobby. Why weren't they fight-fighting? Why was Ethan so much fun to mess around with? Why wasn't Isaac nervous or angry or scared? Also, why wasn't naked playfighting more of a thing? Did people know how good it felt?
"Turn around and get on your hands and knees." Ethan whispered the command against Isaac's lips.
And Isaac did, because of course he did.
Ethan slicked Isaac's ass with lube, his fingers deft and surprisingly gentle.
Isaac moaned as Ethan's first finger penetrated him. It was probably the hours of moonlight and arousal but this felt nothing like when Isaac had tried it on himself. This was electrifying and Isaac was keening and begging for more before Ethan even added his second digit. Then – oh god, Ethan knew right where his prostate was and he stroked it with assurance. Yep, tickling. Tickling is different when someone else does it.
Isaac reached down to stroke his cock but–
"NO."
Ethan's command rattled through Isaac's bones and tugged at his beta instincts. He felt his cock trembling between his legs untouched.
Ha, joke's on you. That felt way better than actually jerking off would have.
The throbbing didn't stop and Isaac knew he was dripping like a faucet all over the duvet beneath him. Ethan was right. Isaac needed to cool down not ramp up or he wasn't going to be able to hold out until Ethan fucked him.
He took calming breaths, allowing himself to focus on the thick, rich, wonderfulness of their mingled arousal. God it was a good combination. Whatever conflicts they'd had in the past, they literally had good chemistry together, at least according to Isaac's nose. Isaac also savored the moon on his skin, the moon-mad euphoria in his brain, the full body and mind swirl of tingly happiness.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." Isaac didn't know he was chanting it until Ethan laughed and flipped him over.
Isaac lay on his back on the bed, legs spread wide and arms crossed over his head. Ethan sat back on his ankles between Isaac's thighs, slicking his cock with lube and raking his eyes up and down Isaac's body with clear, unbridled lust.
So this is happening. Last chance to freak out.
Isaac didn't feel remotely like freaking out. It was the moon. It had to be the moon. There was no other possible explanation for how he could have felt this relaxed while stretched out vulnerable and needy beneath Ethan.
"So hot," Ethan murmured, more to himself than Isaac.
He leaned forward and closed his mouth over Isaac's and Isaac bucked against his stomach, his wonderful, hard, ab-lined stomach. Ethan pulled away from Isaac's mouth but kissed along his jawline, following it up to his ear. Isaac giggled and pressed his head against his bicep, blocking Ethan's access, but then Ethan was kissing his bicep, then down his arm, then – whoa, into his armpit and that felt pretty nice.
Ethan's mouth dropped further, licking and nipping at Isaac's chest as he rubbed heavy hands across Isaac's stomach. The bites and licks continued onto Isaac's abs as Ethan's hands drifted to Isaac's inner thighs. He grazed Isaac's navel with one of his fangs then lapped at the shallow depression with his tongue before playing with the tuft of hair below it. He tugged the thin hairs between his lips and nipped at the delicate flesh beneath, then followed the line down Isaac's pelvis and into his bush, his tongue drooling, licking, and swirling all over Isaac's thatch like it was the most delicious thing in the world. He buried his nose in it and took long, deep breaths.
When Ethan finally raised his head his electric blue eyes were lust-blown and unfocused, and he was holding his breath, getting higher on Isaac's pheromones as he at last raised Isaac's hips and lined his cock up with Isaac's hole.
Isaac felt Ethan's bulbous cockhead at his entrance. It was soft and pliable, the only part of Ethan's cock that was, and it easily felt three or four times wider than Isaac's fingered-open hole.
Ethan gave Isaac a questioning look, still holding his breath. Isaac sighed and drew the scent of Ethan's arousal deep into his lungs. He held his breath too and nodded as he braced for what he knew would be excruciating at first.
It wasn't.
Ethan eased forward at glacial speed and even when Isaac felt and heard the muted pop of Ethan breaching his outer ring all he felt was an intense pressure for a split second. Then it was gone before he could even label it as pain.
He involuntarily gasped, losing his lungful of lust, as thick black veins crept up Ethan's pelvis, twined over and around his abs, formed a dense, criss-crossing net on his chest, and snaked ominously up his throat and neck before disappearing under his hairline.
It was...well actually hot as all fuck from a visual standpoint, but it freaked Isaac out, undermining the pleasant but unusual sensation of his inner walls spreading and stretching around Ethan's girthy monster of a cock.
Ethan's face was tight, pained. He slowly hissed out the breath he had been holding through clenched teeth as the lines of pain continued to thicken and darken.
"Ethan, no, don't- don't do that." Not for me, please god not for me.
"It's no big deal," Ethan answered, voice strained and heart pounding despite his attempt to sound casual. "I always do this when I fuck someone."
Isaac gasped, partly because Ethan slid against his prostate, but mostly from surprise at his words. "You always do this? With humans too? With Danny? How do they not..."
"Climb off my dick and run screaming into the night?" Ethan laughed, but it was tense, forced.
Isaac shrugged and tried not to enjoy it too much as Ethan's never-ending cock kept filling him, increasing the pressure and force on his prostate by the moment. "Pretty much, yeah."
"I always insist on doing it doggie or with the lights off, which I know isn't fair because let's face it, what guy wouldn't want to look at all this while I fuck him?" –he waved his hand up and down his sculpted body– "but I figure they're better off. Besides, once we've been going at it for awhile and they're all nice and loose, I'll change things up."
"You're an idiot." Isaac laughed and slapped Ethan's arm where it pressed against the bed by his side. "But seriously stop. You don't have to do that for me. I'm a werewolf too."
"Dude, it's your first time," Ethan answered as he finally finally bottomed out and began withdrawing at the same snail's pace. It was a surreal experience for Isaac. He felt nothing bad and therefore no reason for Ethan to go slow, but it was obviously different from Ethan's perspective.
"I don't care, let me have it." Isaac leaned up and stretched his fingers to stroke Ethan's black-lined abs.
He got a quick, light drag of pain before Ethan braced himself on one arm and slapped his hand away. He cringed and hissed as the sudden movement made his cock stutter inside Isaac, and Isaac moan-growled. Fuck that was good!
"Stop," Ethan commanded in the alpha voice that made Isaac quivery and needy, and this time Isaac actually had a cock in his ass at the time so – SATISFYING!
Isaac whined nevertheless, still hating the idea of anyone suffering for him.
"It's already dissipating." Ethan glanced meaningfully at his torso, which was covered in fewer and thinner black vines than a little while earlier. "You're a werewolf so your healing is fast and your body is already acclimating."
"So let's share what's left," Isaac answered, impaling himself harder on Ethan's cock as he sat up and wrapped his arms around him, their chests and stomachs pressed together.
"Isaac!" Ethan growled and hissed, lacing authority into Isaac's name and trying to pry him off.
Isaac choose to ignore him. He wasn't Ethan's beta, but he was extremely turned on, so he fucked himself harder on Ethan's cock, enjoying the intense pleasurable vibes that radiated throughout his ass and pelvis as well as the throbbing, painful ones that stung his stomach and chest; it felt like such a satisfying punishment for disobeying.
"Oh god," Ethan growled and moaned into Isaac's ear. He pulled Isaac closer, pinning him against his chest as he pistoned up into him.
"Yes fuck, fuck yes!" Isaac bounced up and down hard, more blinding pleasure exploding in his ass even as the ache dulled in his stomach and chest where they were sharing the pain. Isaac's still-lubed cock slid blissfully back and forth between their rippling, hard, stomachs and Isaac knew this was the way he wanted to cum. He bucked harder, fucking Ethan's stomach while Ethan fucked his ass.
By the time the black vines has shriveled and died completely, Ethan's stomach was a sticky slick mess from Isaac's precum.
"Do you want to cum, Isaac?" Ethan whispered in his ear as he gripped Isaac's hips and slammed him up and down on his cock in time with his pistoning. Each thrust jolted Isaac's prostate with little sparks of joy.
"Yes," Isaac whimpered. He couldn't take much more. Every nerve ending was primed and charged, humming with pleasure and kinetic sexual energy – from the moon, the scents, the tastes, the sounds, and most of all from Ethan's powerful fucking.
"Then CUM!" Ethan growled into Isaac's ear, infusing the command with power.
Isaac's heavily lidded eyes shot open and he howled at the top of his lungs as his cock obeyed Ethan's order. It erupted with a blinding white pleasure that engulfed his whole body and had him digging his claws furiously into the bed. It felt like his whole body was coming apart. All the throbbing on his skin from the moon, all the built up energy, everything rushed to his cock and blasted out of him.
He was still howling and spraying the tight space between their stomachs and chests with thick ropes of cum as Ethan's howl joined his, reverberating through his bones and making everything more intense.
Ethan's cockhead kept pummeling Isaac's prostate as he unloaded in him, squeezing Isaac's hips hard enough to leave deep bruises if Isaac could bruise. Isaac desperately clenched his ass and wiggled in Ethan's lap, trying to somehow make it better for Ethan as he spurted milky jizz across Ethan's tan throat, getting off hard on the knowledge that Ethan was seeding him, claiming him, drenching him with his cum.
Isaac's orgasm didn't seem to be going anywhere and fuck, he had never cum this long before. It gradually dropped in intensity, easing from a blinding hot pleasure to a trembling warm heat, but it didn't stop. Isaac was still spurting, like a low-pressure fountain, bubbling and gurgling all over their abs. It felt amazing, but it was alarming.
"It's okay," Ethan whispered, gently stroking Isaac's sweat-slick spine. "I'm still cumming too."
Isaac knew it was true. It felt like Ethan's cock was plugging a whole reservoir of cum in his ass at this point. Every blissful thrust threated to open the floodgate and – Uhnn, no! Isaac wanted to keep it inside as long as he could, at least until he quit cumming, speaking of which...
"How is it still happening?" Isaac mumbled, full-on nuzzling Ethan's shoulder and neck as he lost himself in endorphins.
"Moon'gasm," Ethan answered. He pulled back and kissed Isaac, his face still beautifully wracked with pleasure. "From all the moonlight and foreplay and general arousal. Isn't being a werewolf great?"
Isaac whimpered and resealed their mouths. Being a werewolf was great. So was cumming hard against another werewolf and then continuing to slowly dribble against his gorgeous body while lazily making out with him.
Ethan accepted the kiss and eased Isaac down against the bed. Stretching out was a nice touch and certainly much more comfortable, but Isaac was disappointed to feel the hot, wet sloosh, of his cum dripping off Ethan's body and onto his own before running down his sides and onto the bed. Isaac hadn't even gotten a proper look at the vignette he'd painted. Oh well, Ethan's torso was the ultimate blank canvas, and Isaac somehow doubted tonight would be the last time he'd have the opportunity to paint it.
After several lazy minutes of making out and once their orgasms had gradually ebbed into oblivion, Ethan pulled out, stroking Isaac's hips as if to ease the loss, which in the throes of afterglow Isaac could admit was substantial. He took solace in the knowledge that Ethan had left quite a bit of himself behind inside him.
"Be right back," Ethan said softly as he climbed off the bed and disappeared into his bathroom.
Isaac resisted the urge to whimper and ask Ethan to stay. Thanks to his 'moon'gasm' or whatever, he was clearheaded again and certainly not going to ask Ethan to cuddle with him.
He laughed to himself as he heard Ethan peeing, then the toilet flushing, and the sink running as he cleaned himself up. It all just seemed so human.
When Ethan returned he sat on the edge of the bed and passed Isaac a hand towel. But it was like trying to sop up the Colorado river with a wet-nap, especially when Isaac started...leaking in a much less sexy way than he had earlier in the night.
Ethan chuckled as he saw the problem. "I won't be offended if you want to go to the bathroom and get cleaned up."
Isaac blushed because he sort of did and sort of didn'twant to do that, and sort of hadn't and sort of had worried it would offended Ethan.
He was grateful that Ethan stepped out of the bedroom and went to the kitchen while he sorted himself out in the bathroom, not that the extra distance provided very much more privacy considering Ethan's super senses, but it still helped somewhat.
When he was done, Isaac returned to the bedroom and sat self-consciously on the bed, contemplating whether or not it would make things more or less weird if he put on underwear. They were the only article of his clothing that had made it to the bedroom and retrieving the rest was definitely going to be awkward either way.
Ethan walked back in, big soft dick swinging like he owned the place – oh wait, he sort of did – without any detectable trace of self-consciousness. He was carrying two glasses of ice water, one of which he passed to Isaac.
Isaac gulped it down and handed the glass back. "Thanks."
Ethan nodded and drained his own, then crawled past Isaac into the center of the bed.
Rude, he's not even going to see me to the door.
"Well, I guess I'll get going." Isaac stood.
"What? No, come here." Ethan spread his arms and gave Isaac an expectant look.
Isaac sneered and laughed in response because Isaac could be a prick sometimes.
"What, you think just because we fucked now I want to cuddle?" His voice dripped with as much derision as he could muster.
Ethan glanced at Isaac's chest – damn his heartbeat for giving him away!
"Seriously, come here. I want to teach you something else. You'll like it."
Isaac grumbled and sat on the edge of the bed. He hated how maddeningly useful – or pleasurable – Ethan's lessons tended to be. He had a walk of shame to get to...lots and lots of shame.
"Come here," Ethan said with a playful inflection, urging Isaac back to his arms.
Isaac scowled and settled back in against his side, definitely not feeling a tension ease in his muscles as their skin touched.
Ethan grabbed Isaac's hand and placed it on his chest.
"You feel that?" Ethan asked, and Isaac realized he meant his heartbeat.
"Yeah, and I can hear it too, so this is unnecessary." Isaac tried to pull his hand away, but Ethan held it firmly in place with his own on top.
"Now you can't," Ethan said with a laugh.
Isaac flinched as the sound disappeared. The vibrations under his hand also weakened but remained present; if they hadn't, he would have sworn Ethan was dead.
"How?" Isaac asked, trying to make his tone pleasant again since Ethan was obviously about to teach him this trick and he desperately wanted to learn it.
"Are you familiar with your pericardium?"
"Only by reputation." Isaac smirked at him and settled against his body. This seemed like it was going to be a long lesson.
"Jerk." Ethan snickered. "Werewolves have special pericardial sacs around their hearts. We can thicken them at will to the point of completely muting our heartbeats." He wrapped his other arm around Isaac's shoulders and snaked his hand up under Isaac's arm until it rested over Isaac's heart.
Damnit, he's totally using this werewolf lesson as an excuse to cuddle. Bastard!
"Now you try."
"I don't know how," Isaac answered, trying to ignore the way Ethan's thumb traced lazy patterns across his chest, trying to pretend it wasn't soothing an invisible ache.
"Focus on your heart, visualize it beating in your chest. Then focus on the space around your beating heart and try to fill it. You'll feel a sort of thick, swelling sensation when you're on the right track."
Isaac took a deep breath and tried to do as he was told. It was difficult, more difficult than scent masking. He couldn't find the space around his heart; it was hard to find a void, especially with Ethan's fingers still idly caressing his chest.
Ethan tensed and sat up.
"What is it?" Isaac asked, sitting up next to him.
"Aiden," he answered, worry etched across his face and the noxious scent of his distress filling the air.
Isaac coughed and hesitantly stroked Ethan's back, anything to clear that dreadful odor from the room. "What's wrong?"
"He's upset. Very upset." Ethan licked his lips and worried the bottom one between his teeth. "I think Lydia just broke up with him. He's been expecting it."
Isaac's eyebrows drew up in surprise and a flood of delight washed over him. He masked his scent an instant later, but it was too late. Ethan was already scowling at him.
"I better go meet him."
Isaac blinked at him. What the fuck?!
"You guys fought right before I got here. He almost slashed your face. Now you're, what, just gonna drop everything and go run and give him a hug?"
Ethan glared at Isaac, his face harder than it had been all night. "You wouldn't understand."
Isaac glared back and released his scent. Fuck being inappropriate; he was mad. "I understand that whatever happened to him, he got what he deserves."
Fucking Aiden! Isaac hated that asshole. He ruined everything.
Ethan was angry and agitated as he sighed and closed his glowing blue eyes, but when he re-opened them, they were chocolate again and his face had softened. "Do you need me to stay?"
Isaac stared back at Ethan, conflicting impulses warring within him. Then he masked his scent and found the void around his heart. He let it swell and thicken, blocking out the throb in his chest.
"I don't need you for anything," he said coldly.
And just like that Isaac had learned how to lie to a werewolf.
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End Note: This was of course a major chapter for Isaac and Ethan and a huge turning point in their relationship. Predictably perhaps, that means that next chapter will feature Isaac and Stiles getting closer too.
Feedback is very much appreciated, especially since it was Isaac and Ethan's first time!