life aquatic | jandro & starling
“Probably,” Starling agreed good-naturedly, with an indulgent shake of his head. After all, Alejandro was young, he was strongly-built, he was independent and confident. Why wouldn’t he be? He was the hand-picked foster son of the head of the Sabre pack. That went a long long way towards building self-esteem. Weygrands did have a certain reputation, now, and Star couldn’t argue over the fact that this reputation had been built on one alpha wolf’s broad, muscled back.
Moving more out of the water until it was hitting just above his kneecaps, Starling rubbed a hand over one hip and lifted his chin in an upwards nod at his nephew. “Caught him stroking himself, you say? I don’t believe you.” A grin, smirking and sly, raised the corner of Starling’s mouth. “Show me,” he said, voice ringing with challenge. “What it looked like. How he did it. Zakar’s my brother, we’ve jerked off in front of each other on long nights guarding the livestock and the pack fire, I know his method. I’ll be able to tell. Go on, Jandro, let uncle see and judge for himself.”
Alejandro loved being the Alpha Leader’s son, he knew that if his father didn’t have pups that he would be the next leader of Sabre and if he did, well, Alejandro would fight for leadership, he was sure of that, training most of his life for it and he wouldn’t like a child twenty-seven years younger than him take the spot from him. Watching his Uncle walk out of the water, he looked at him bathed in the moonlight, his naked form was amazing, not like his father’s because no-one can compare to Zakar, but Star had his own beauty. “ You don’t believe that father is the type of man to stroke himself, really,” Alejandro asked with a laugh. “ There’s no method,” Taking his soft cock, he just gave it a few pumps, making himself semi-hard, “ That’s it, I mean, he’s a big, big guy, so he couldn’t even get his hand around it, but he was stroking himself off, clearly...how do you do it?”
