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Other ships I enjoy (sometimes write) : alecco, valex, marinaia, razgatlega, setetino (and many more actually, I eat anything as long as it's interesting)

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“It’s the full moon tonight.”

That was probably only the third time Marco had said something to Marc since they arrived in the paddock. It was Thursday, and they had finished both of their respective media duties. The sun was setting, but Marc hadn’t paid any attention to the moon when they were walking together to the Aprilia rider’s motorhome. He never thought Marco was the type who cares about such things too, leaving him in confusion with the sudden statement.

“So?”

They’re cuddling on the couch, with Marco’s head tucked under Marc’s chin, his hair and furry wolf ears tickling Marc’s face. The TV was playing a replay of a race as Marc spent the last few minutes petting Marco’s curls, his nails scratching his scalp. It’s one of the habits they loved doing together.

“You know, the transformation thing–” Marco mumbled against Marc’s chest.

The gentle strokes on his hair had stopped. Marc couldn’t help but let out a snicker, finding the image in his mind ridiculous. “What? Like you’re gonna turn into a werewolf and eat me or something?”

He was expecting Marco to return the banter, to wake up from his position to yell ‘No!’ at him because it definitely wasn’t Marc’s first case of teasing Marco about his hybrid nature. He’s always been an expressive person. Instead, he’s met with silence.

Then he heard it, with a tiny voice. “...Kind of.” Marc could hear the hesitation in his voice. “Well, maybe not that bad— I’m usually alone through the previous ones so I don’t really know, I was just thinking if you can make sure I won’t do anything stupid while I’m…not really me later.”

“Anything I should take into account for?” Marco had handed him the trust that he could accompany him at his vulnerable and private time, it reminded him of how much their relationship had developed for the past months. He didn’t want to mess this one up. If anything, he hoped that he could always be there for the ones incoming.

“Just don’t let me get out the door or destroy anything around us, maybe if you can get me to sleep it’ll be easier,” Marco ended his explanation.

“And until then?”

“We can only wait.”

So they waited.

After some minutes, they decided that it’s probably better for them to move to the bedroom if Marco somewhat was able to fall asleep. The door was also locked for precautions. It shouldn’t be so bad judging from how Marco explained it before, all Marc needed to do was to be alert. He had a good track record with big dogs, he could entertain one for one night.

What Marc wasn’t ready for, was to actually witness the sheer size of a fully transformed Marco. He wasn’t much taller than him in human form, but right now, he almost knocked his head against the motorhome’s low ceiling. He wouldn’t lie to himself that it didn’t intimidate him for a second. Marco slowly approached him, his brown eyes fixated on the familiar human in front of him. He started sniffing around the corner of Marc’s body with his snout, Marc found it rather silly—he knew that Marco realized it was him.

As time went on, Marc had felt comfortable enough to pet Marco’s thick fur as he rubbed his body against Marc’s. His tail was thumping on the floor, showing that he liked the attention Marc was giving him.

“You liked that, eh? Do you want me to rub your belly too, hm?” He knew he wouldn’t get a reply since Marco couldn’t talk, but he already had his big paws on Marc, forcing him to sit on the bed as he offered his fluffy stomach to Marc’s hands.

“Okay okay I get it, come here you impatient boy.” His vision was covered with Marco’s fur, and he could hear his breathy panting on the side of his neck. His tail kept on wagging enthusiastically as Marc caressed the soft lighter fur on his stomach, scratching the skin under it.

Something wet touched his neck, and without even looking Marc knew that it’s his tongue, which was five times wider and longer than usual, licking all over his neck and ears. The sensation made him ticklish, making him fully fall onto the bed. He tried to push Marco off, laughing as he scolded him, ‘Stop, stop, you’re gross!’ Still, Marco didn’t budge, finding that it’s much more interesting to lap over Marc’s skin as if he’s marking him.

Marc had figured out that Marco wasn’t going to run out of energy soon, since he’s now resorted to playfully hump against Marc. The licking hadn’t stopped either. Marc himself however, had overestimated himself, he couldn’t keep up with the energy Marco still had. He couldn’t even push the creature off his body, Marco’s paws were keeping him on the bed. Trying to wiggle his way out, he could only flip himself over which didn’t improve the situation in any bit.

“L-let me go, you bastard.” It came off too weak. It’s like he wasn’t even trying.

Marc got his reply when Marco whimpered to him, he never liked it when they’re separated. Thinking that he wouldn’t want to make Marco lonely, he tried to do his best to stay still even when Marco kept on rubbing himself on Marc, his tongue lapping Marc’s face. His muscle felt too tense under the hold, so he stretched his body as much as he could under Marco’s hold. The act was another bad idea from him, as he noticed something he hadn’t before by raising his hips—right on his ass. There could only be one answer and Marc wasn’t ready to face it. It should be expected—he’s much larger, why would his dick out of everything else stay the same as it was?

He wanted to take a look.

It wasn’t possible with their current position, he could only push his ass back again if he wanted to figure out the actual shape and size—fuck, his heart started beating faster. Nobody in their right mind would consider about getting fucked in this type of situation—nobody except Marc. He knew it’s large, he wouldn’t be able to take him without any preparation.

Marc had always been a hard worker.

With another push, he raised his hips again—this time to nicely take off the sweatpants he had on. It seemed like it interested Marco, as his eyes went back and forth between Marc’s face and his now naked thighs. His tail was making a loud smacking noise against the bed as his excitement grew.

“C’mere,” Marc told him, his hand reaching to Marco’s lower back, guiding him.

It’s almost embarrassing how clumsy Marco’s movements were due to his body size, even with Marc’s guidance he just couldn’t get what Marc actually wanted from him. For the past minutes, he had been only rutting impatiently against Marc’s unclothed ass. He would’ve found the situation comedic if he wasn’t desperate to feel Marco’s cock on him, in him. After some pitiful tries, Marco finally managed to get it between Marc’s thighs, making him clench them at the same second. A makeshift hole.

Marc’s face was already turning red alongside his labored breath. “That’s more like it.” He should be rewarded for his patience.

He still couldn’t see what’s going on between his legs completely, but it was definitely rubbing deliciously on his own dick—it probably made Marc’s look small over it—he bit down on his lips as his thoughts overwhelmed him. They weren’t fucking yet, and he didn’t want to start to think about it when he could feel the veins of the werewolf’s cock on his thighs, making a moan escape from his lips. Oh how he wished to be able to lubricate naturally so he could feel it inside him instead right now.

It took him another minute of having his thighs fucked to realize—

Marco wasn’t fully hard yet.

The heat, the scent, and the sensation were making him light-headed; zero words were exchanged but he couldn’t mistake it—Marco was growing bigger between him. To be precise, only his dick was growing bigger. Marc had truly underestimated the whole transformation thing, he didn’t even consider sex when he agreed to ‘babysit’ him. However, he was never the type to back out from a challenge.

No matter how hard it was going to be, he’d get this creature in him by midnight.

He crawled higher to give some space between them, taking whatever liquid was mixing on his thighs—sweat, spit, precum—with his fingers before reaching between his ass, trying to loosen himself up. Marco keenly watched his movements, tilting his head left and right before he decided that he’d help Marc. Though, the definition of ‘help’ according to werewolf Marco was, to drool directly above Marc’s hole as Marc was fingering himself open.

Yet it was effective. Even when some ended up dripping to the sheet under them, the amount of it was enough to make him wetter and relaxed inside. It’s easier to take his own fingers now—but he didn’t think they can compare to what’s going to happen next.

Marco was very eager when Marc finally moved himself back against him, spreading his already slick hole right under his cock. Half of his face was on the pillow, but he had his vision fixated on Marco so he wouldn’t miss their new experience. With the perfect sight presented before him, it took him zero hesitation to actually start pushing inside Marc. Although Marc had always taken him perfectly before, right now, he felt himself being stretched beyond his limits.

He would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt, not when tears started forming at the corner of his eyes as Marco went deeper, his hole clenching desperately—trying to accommodate the size of the werewolf’s cock. It perfectly hit every sensitive spot that he had inside, making strings of curses leave his mouth. If it weren’t for Marco’s massive arm holding him down, he’d already reach for his own dick. However with the current circumstances, it’s trapped between his body and the bed, leaking shamelessly, and that thought had been long gone already, like the last bit of sanity that he had left. All he could do now is to accept that Marco’s goal for tonight is to fuck a baby into him.

It didn’t get much easier even when Marco almost pulled out sometimes, giving him some time to breathe—it’s still very much overwhelming. He weakly grasped onto the sheet nearest to his hands, his tears and sweat dirtying the spot below him. With every thrust inside, he felt himself getting closer to the edge—so he tried to look behind if it could be over anytime soon.

Instead of getting his answer, catching that Marc was looking at him, Marco lowered his head so that he could get his tongue slipping between Marc’s lips—kissing him deeply. It felt more forceful on Marc’s end, not expecting it, especially that it felt much different than kissing human Marco. Of course, it’s wider and bigger—and he produced more spit too, making him feel completely full. It’s more like he’s also being fucked in his mouth rather than being kissed, but he wouldn’t say it didn’t feel good. His moans were muffled as a result, as the organ inside his mouth went on licking every possible corner inside—and he’s still being fucked to the sheets.

He noticed that it might be close to over since Marco had slowed down, only pulling out a little of himself—and a pair of fuzzy arms were circling below his stomach, raising him to make them even closer. He couldn’t see clearly with his vision hazed with tears and his head dizzy, his tongue and lips felt numb from the never ending attention given. Now, Marco was already content with burying himself deep inside Marc. It definitely lowered his guard down, because in the next second, he was nearly screaming—something was swelling right at the mouth of his hole. His instincts were telling him there’s no way, it’s not possible, right? It’s just red, red, red—he might bleed.

Marco seemed to notice his panic, whimpering as he rubbed his head against Marc’s, as if he’s telling him that he’s going to be okay. Marc’s crying, he didn’t know that his body could take everything that’s happening to him right now—it shouldn’t be possible for a human to take that—

He’s knotting him. And it wouldn’t be over anytime soon, not until Marco is done with him. The realization hit as strong as his orgasm, his muscle turning all tense while his dick spurted cum all over his stomach, making his eyes roll to the back of his skull. It took all the energy left he had, with it left he placed his hand on his stomach, right above where Marco’s nestled deep inside. Maybe it’s his fucked-out mind telling him that it’s creating a bulge, but he swore that he could feel his skin expanding the next second Marco started emptying himself inside. He could only whine, it felt like it’s going to last forever. He just kept on filling Marc again and again and none were spilling, since the knot was blocking the entrance.

It created an illusion as if he’s pregnant. Marco looked particularly happy with his work done, he’s back on licking Marc’s hair and hugging him closer, thinking that he had successfully bred his mate. He wouldn’t want to let him go so early, he'd have to make sure it actually sticks. They stayed like that, with Marc nuzzling closer to the thick fur, tired out.

No one counted how long it was, but it certainly took a long time for the knot to actually start deflating. By then, some of the cum was dribbling down between Marc’s thighs, there was too much inside to be kept—and pulling out only left his hole gaping obscenely. He couldn’t see it himself of course, still he unconsciously tried to keep them in, but it’s impossible. It only left a lot of mess on both his thighs and Marco’s fur.

Seeing it, Marco lapped his tongue all over Marc’s thighs, cleaning up his mess. A whimper escaped Marc’s lips when he got to his hole, the long tongue eating him out, scooping everything that’s left inside out. He’s still feeling overly sensitive. He’s glad that he didn’t have to wake up and go to clean himself—Marco’s doing all the job. And he’s very dedicated to it too.