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Words: 4,643. Explict. Tags: Omorashi, Piss Kink, Watersports, Werewolves, Rutting, Masturbation, References to Off-Screen Characters, There is minimal fishing but they totally caught at least one, Beer Preview: He earns an eyebrow raise for that, Ridge drawing one leg up out of the water to rest his head on his knee in a vague mirror to Prince's position. The other one still swings idly as he looks at Prince with his own glint in his eyes. "That is a woefully vague statement there, my friend~" He says, voice lilting as a small laugh accompanies it, "You said so yourself that this is a broad topic, care to clarify?"
Prince, to his credit, doesn't flush or waver under Ridgedog's gaze. Just admires the water that rolls down his bare lower leg and the way Ridge looks so at ease right now. "There's two sides to it. I'd suggest if you wanna understand your partner's desires more, we start with somethin' more familiar to you...." He hums through slightly parted lips as he recalls. "Desperation, right?"
"So, watersports."
Prince chokes on his beer, coughing as he wipes his mouth with the cuff of his flannel. He looks over at Ridge, who is relaxing against nothing at all. His feet in the water that laps at the edge of the dock, just like Prince’s are.
"Yeah?" Prince's tail wags, just a bit, but it's fine. Ridgedog had known it was the full moon when he came over. "What’cha want to know?"
With a grin only a little sheepish, and his fingers drumming on the glass that holds the same beer Prince had- one carefully brewed on his farm in large batches- Ridge continues, "Yeah, some of my friends are apparently into this, and they keep saying I might like it. I'm not sure I agree with them. But, uh, what's it like?"
Prince's paw makes ripples in the water, "Depends on what’cha doin' with it." He sits there, considers for a moment, before settling on the most likely thing, "Let me guess, they want you to piss on 'em?"
The flush gives him away, and Ridge glances to the side before looking back. "Yeah, it's... it's a degradation thing for one of them, at least. Probably both, if I'm honest. And I just... I just know part of the reason they want me to do it is... y'know." He gestures up to the latter half of his nameplate, "Just feels... reductive to me, I guess?" His voice edges into something resembling lighthearted sarcasm. "Oh boy! I'm a dog, so I gotta piss on things to mark my territory, yay!!"
"Have ya told your partners that?" Prince tries not to outright laugh before responding, but ah, those two. Ridgedog had talked about them before, a pair of blonde-haired freaks that were outright obsessed with him. "Maybe they're bein' clouded with lust and not realizin' they're being that way. If they're wantin' you to do it, y'know, from a place of assertion and ownership, then they're not even thinkin' about the other side." Prince sighs, "But I getcha. I get clients all the time who just want that big, hunky werewolf from their A-B-O novels- I ain't got a problem playin' to that, but it gets real tirin'."
Ridge’s eyebrows furrow and he smacks his free hand over his face and groans. "Fuck- I haven't.” He glances over to Prince, “Sorry, not you, it’s a recurring thing that I just assume other people have the same knowledge as I do sometimes. So if I knew it felt reductive, clearly they knew it too."
Prince shrugs, probably more laissez-faire than he should be with his next remark. "Immortality. Happens. Do they just want that, or is there more?"
Ridgedog's flush deepens, and he makes a quiet, airy half-growl sort of sound as he glances to the side. "Well, they said... said they'd like it if I... took control of their ability to relieve themselves. I’ve thought about it, and it’s not that I wouldn't like it! I guess I just…” He thinks about it for a moment further now, and something in his voice changes, “Kinda don't get the point? I suppose it's different for mortals, though."
"Well, yeah." Prince sips at his drink, taps a claw against the glass pointedly, "It's an urge you get, something that's just part of being alive. Makin' that into a case of powerplay is only natural. Feels good, too."
The quiet of the woods and lake sits for a second, and then Prince grins. "You wanna find out?"
Ridge startles from his thoughts, backtracks to the last thing Prince knew he was thinking. His mouth opens, closes. He fidgets in place. "I’m, yeah, I'm curious." He admits, shifts how he's leaning to look better at Prince, "It's just-"
Prince waves a hand at him. "If ya didn't have the latter half of your nameplate, would ya still have the same qualms about meetin' your partners' desires to be pissed on?"
"Ugh, yeah. I think I would. It's just, not something I want to do, y'know?" Ridge leans back a little, glancing down at his own crotch for nothing more than contemplation, and frowns slightly. "Probably doesn't help that the first one to ask me fuckin'- I said no, he dropped to his goddamn knees and started begging. And I think the rest of that... interaction started getting him off about as much as me actually doing it would've. It was weird." He sighs, tipping his head back and fixing Prince with something of a weary look. "Plus, I give them a lot. One of them- sweet little freak- can convince me into just about anything. Still a good few things I've put my foot down on, but I go out of my comfort zone for her already!" Ridge's hand reaches for a cravat that's not there, instead settling for winding the strings of his shirt between his fingers. "Other one, I've known him for longer, it’s a complicated relationship that you know I don’t wanna get into- but I know what he likes, and I like a lot of it too. So, I'll play to that... ugh-" He groans again, kicks his feet in the water, and scratches out the rest of his explanation, "Immortality."
"Yup," Prince drawls, "and the woes of a man who is naturally dominant, and good at it." Teasing aside, he runs his tongue along his teeth in thought, wetting his lips before speaking. "So, a glutton for punishment and denial, paired with someone who wants the world and more- and they both want this fetish from you despite your no?" He laughs, deep from his chest, "My friend, forget the complications of emotions and relationships for a moment- that's just two subs who are over the moon for you and can't see farther than their own desires, like I said! …And I don't mean to make light of it, of course. Repeatedly pressurin' a dom into somethin' does not a good relationship make." He shifts too, shores up his back against the post of the dock and pulls one leg out of the water to rest his elbow on. "So, it's just the act of pissin' on 'em you don't care for? Or the fetish as a broad whole?"
"God they're… They certainly have an infatuation with me, that's for sure. Both of them get turned on by my damn laugh sometimes, even." There's a slight grin on Ridgedog's face, and he scoffs. It's an amused and appreciative noise- he clearly doesn't mind that. Then he shrugs, "Nah, I can certainly see aspects of the thing as a broad whole. Like, you already know I like to make people break for me. Make them give up or give in, get that desperate. I'm sure you can imagine how that would translate nicely to some things we just discussed. I just- I just don't want to piss on them!" Ridge half-gestures into the air with his glass for that last sentence, before untangling his fingers from his shirt strings and taking another sip of his drink with a laugh.
"Then don't!" Prince laughs out in return, "Make 'em play by your rules. It’s your right, even if they're gonna to be dramatic about it." He shifts a bit at Ridge's words about what he likes- not overtly horny or even making it the other man’s problem, just a small shift to maintain his comfort as his body is inclined to agree with Ridge and his observations. Prince raises an eyebrow, curious, "Unless you're seriously considerin' their request to revisit it."
"Oh, they're gonna be sooooooo dramatic about it~!" Ridge grins, swinging his feet in the water again as he imagines his two little weirdos whining and pleading with him and looking oh-so-sad about it. "They're cute little bastards- and I'm only really thinking about it because one of them brought it up again recently to ask me to reconsider. I think she made the other one talk about it, and it intrigued her. I'm still gonna say no, but it's been floating around the fringes of my mind. I got that killer sense of curiosity, y'know? Can't leave well enough alone, so that request ain't leaving me alone even if I know my answer."
"Wait, wait-" Prince holds up his hand, "I wanna make sure I'm gettin' their proposal right here. Miss 'I wanna see your dick' is askin' you on behalf of him after forcin' him to tell her about... him begging you to do it and getting told no?" He snickers and shakes his fluffy head. "You've got a comedy act there."
"NO, IT'S WORSE THAN THAT, I THINK SHE ACTUALLY WANTS IT WITH HERSELF NOW TOO!!" The heightened voice is a mere exaggeration of both the emotion behind his words and his body language as he giggles. "But yeah, and it's pretty goddamn funny if I think about it from an outside perspective."
"Fuckin' shit, man." Prince lets out one of his signature woofing-laughs, airy and deep. It takes him a moment to get through it, and when he fixes Ridgedog with his gaze again, there's genuine curiosity there. "So, what about it makes it keep floating in your head?"
"Hm, well," Ridge makes an effort to lessen his giggling so he can speak, and it's moderately effective, "It's kinda funny to me that it’s even a thing they want. No offense meant to you, of course. And I guess I'm also curious if one of them especially would actually like it in practice. She has a habit of not realizing what she's asking for until she gets it." He looks back at Prince, and sticks his tongue out at him, ever silly. "Why do you ask?"
Prince gives an easy shrug at the ‘no offense’, a silent 'none taken', and laughs a little again at the idea of Ridge's funny girl getting a real surprise when she experiences it. He runs his tongue over his teeth, wets his lips again, and gives Ridgedog a wry smile. "Oh, y'know. Wonderin' if the big guy wants my professional assistance with satin' that curiosity."
He earns an eyebrow raise for that, Ridge drawing one leg up out of the water to rest his head on his knee in a vague mirror to Prince's position. The other one still swings idly as he looks at Prince with his own glint in his eyes. "That is a woefully vague statement there, my friend~" He says, voice lilting as a small laugh accompanies it, "You said so yourself that this is a broad topic, care to clarify?"
Prince, to his credit, doesn't flush or waver under Ridgedog's gaze. Just admires the water that rolls down his bare lower leg and the way Ridge looks so at ease right now. "There's two sides to it. I'd suggest if you wanna understand your partner's desires more, we start with somethin' more familiar to you...." He hums through slightly parted lips as he recalls. "Desperation, right?"
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It's the day after, and one just as fine for fishing as the last was. Something about summer just made it easy, to idle away on the dock with a rod and home-brewed beers and lazy conversation. Getting up late, well after 10am, well-rested after the long night of instincts running their course.
Today was just a little different than most. An hour, then two, then three. Ridgedog's drinks have piled up to their normal amount, and he shifts on the wood of the dock; a growing discomfort in his every action. "Uh, be right back." He eventually says, somewhat stiffly. He makes sure his fishing rod is secure, then hops up, his feet leaving a trail of wet footprints behind him as he heads for the woods. There's only a touch of a misstep, bravely hidden.
Prince acknowledges him with a nod of his head, and once Ridge's back is turned, he grins, rolling his shoulders. The scent of Ridge wafts to him easily, and he waits until the sound of walking is gone, and the scent is almost faint. "Comin' for ya." Prince growls to himself, securing his own rod and following his nose.
He knows Ridge's hands are fast, so he moves quickly. It's funny, what he finds. Ridgedog has his back to him. His belt buckle already undone, fingers on his fly, and legs trembling with the unfamiliar need he’s allowed himself to feel as he tries to work out a suitable and appropriate spot to relieve himself.
"Hey." Prince lets Ridge know he's there, a courtesy even though he knows Ridgedog could scent him coming just as easily. He gets in front, between Ridge and the tree, and brings his hand up to Ridge's jawline.
"I- I need to- c'monnnnn" Ridge starts, the latter half of his sentence disappearing into a whine as his hands fall to his sides. He glances away and then back to Prince, nervous. Ridge is nowhere near tipsy, but the feeling and urge is one he's kept turned off for ages. It only takes a moment more, and it's with a sagging huff that he lets his legs give way into the patch of leaf litter and soft soil. "Fuck, Rudi-" He whines, the edge of uncertainty clear.
Rudi, amused and thrilled at the dropping of his professional nickname, lets him take his time, the hand on Ridge's jaw nothing more than kind reassurance and steadying, a direction of Ridgedog's face upwards so that Rudi can study the expressions he makes. "Go ahead, big guy." The permission he doesn't need, given in the form of gentle praise.
Ridgedog's look of need is plain. He squirms, hands drifting over his thighs, legs spread. Unsure how to start. Rudi nudges his boot up against the curve of Ridge's crotch, just under. A push. Prince is just helping, as Ridge makes a series of sounds, slightly confused, slightly pleasured, slightly embarrassed- his cheeks reddening and the start of a wibbly frown entering his expression. "C'mon, I- I don't need help..." Ridge says in a firm half-whisper. The blush firmly settles over his cheeks and his eyebrows twist, as his hands similarly settle on quivering thighs, gripping slightly into the fabric of his pants, and he doesn't push Prince away.
When Ridge's sounds even into a whine, Prince lets his face go with a last slide of his thumb over Ridge's facial hair, to let him focus. The tree’s near enough behind him, so Prince steadies himself on it with one arm as he adjusts his boot to press down over Ridge's cock instead. A firm and solid downward movement that also pressures his belt buckle into that sweet spot over his bladder... well, assuming he'd copied human anatomy that is.
Ridge had, and he makes a punched out sound in response, pressing his face against Prince's leg and bringing his hands up off his thighs to hold on. Rudi smiles, presses a little harder, feels Ridge's hips twitch in the new combination of his need to piss and the stirring of his cock to hardness. "Fuck-" Ridgedog breathes again, before shakily whining his way into an obscene sound of relief as his bladder finally begins to relax.
Ridge raises himself up against the boot in his lap, not meaning to, as he feels the warmth soak his pants and a different kind of heat coil in to replace the fullness. He digs his nails into Prince's jeans and through them to skin like a knife into butter, an easy tell that Ridge was focused on this. Enough to forget his own strength a bit. He whimpers pitifully, the shaking in his legs easing as the near-painful ache fades into a steady stream of liquid.
Prince keeps his hands off Ridgedog now, palming at his own crotch as he watches the man kneeling before him work his way through the experience, relishing in the whimpers and panting coming from Ridgedog as his hips start to rock. It's impressive, how long Ridge had managed to put this off. How much drink he had consumed before deciding it was too much, and impressive even more how much there was- spreading out and soaking his trousers well outside of where Prince's boot was. There’s steam faintly rising from around his foot, and Prince feels his cock twitch as he takes notice of Ridge's piss being abnormally hot, just like the rest of his bodily fluids. "Good job." He growls lowly, and Ridgedog's face is so, so reddened as he pants out "F-fuck you-" in response, so sweetly embarrassed by this basal, mortal urge.
Prince chuckles, shifts his boot again to better facilitate Ridgedog's rutting against it, and growls at the feeling of Ridge's nails sliding down his leg. Ridge is trying to pull Prince closer to rut harder- and Prince’s noise is matched by Ridge's own soft snarl. It’s funny, Ridge isn't even that worked up yet, just embarrassed and a bit frustrated as he feels himself get hard from it. But he'd agreed to let his curiosity get the better of him, so he follows through, pushing the side of his face against Prince's thigh and panting. There's a soft huff of amusement from him as he feels Prince having to brace himself against tree more firmly from how strong Ridge is, but that feeling quickly replaced by another wash of arousal.
Prince pauses and shifts his hand from himself onto Ridge's hot cheek. He strokes it gently, "C'mon, big guy. There's still another reward to be had."
Ridgedog growls again, more meaningless fronting as he tries to ignore the very obvious and starting-to-cool wet feeling on his crotch. "Rudi-" He whines out, plaintiveness taking hold, in time with the rock of his hips. The heat from his arousal makes it bearable, the shame he feels making it twist tighter. It was embarrassing, how easily the flow of relief from relieving himself had slid into the want to come. And how good it had all felt.
"Doin' real good, Ridge-" Rudi, his fellow wolf friend, Rudi, not the dom for hire, Prince, reassures him from above, strokes his thumb across Ridge's cheek, "Real good." There's no hiding how turned on he sounds, and Ridge appreciates it.
Through his half-lidded eyes, Ridgedog can see how Rudi is admiring the way he is, desperate and needy. Can see the clear outline of Rudi's hard cock, so politely ignored to focus on giving Ridge the best experience possible. He lets out another high-pitched whimper and pushes his face harder into Rudi's leg, squeezing his eyes shut as his mouth trembles into a wiggly line of frustration. Ridge keeps squeezing and digging his nails in as he ruts with all the shameful need that had washed over him as soon as his cock had been touched by Rudi’s boot.
Above him, Rudi just admires, runs his thumb along Ridge's jawline. Just rewarding the guy for opening himself up to this. His cock aches to be touched, but right now, the show takes precedent over simple pleasures. Ridgedog is wonderfully handsome, his fluffy hair going askew as he huffs, pants, and whines his way towards orgasm. The shame is keeping him from letting himself tip over, though, and Rudi catches him slowing when he’s getting close. He lets Ridge do it twice, before he growls softly and tightens his grip on Ridge's jaw as he notices his shoulders start to shake once again. Ridgedog's coal-black eyes snap up to him, full of want. His hips are still trying to pull back in his self-induced edging. Rudi pushes his boot down firmly and Ridge whimpers, nails biting deep into Rudi's leg. "Not like you, leavin' somethin' half done."
"Don't- don't wanna, is'stupid-" Is what Ridgedog pants out, pushing his hips forward against Rudi's boot in spite of his protests, the force of it pushes Rudi back against the tree. Ridge's thighs have begun to quiver again.
"It's feelin’ good." Rudi chuckles just a little, as Ridge pushes hard enough that the bark of the tree Prince is leaning on bites into his arm and leaves a rough scrape. He has to sink his own nails into it to keep from being knocked off-balance, "Nothin' stupid about that, I think." And gods above, he's being so selfish right now, wanting to see Ridge finish like this, damp and shaking, rutting up into the tread of his boot.
"M'mmnn'm-" Ridge's face scrunches again, and his lip trembles as he nods in agreement, noses against Rudi's thigh and mumbles nothing, all tinged with how badly he needs to come.
Rudi presses. Ridge gasps and drags his nails down Rudi's leg again from where they'd drifted up. Rudi growls in the back of his throat at the feeling, and the sound from above him is enough to make the damn break. Ridgedog makes an almost-cry noise as he feels himself add another layer of stains to his pants and briefs. But God, it feels good. He shudders, turns his face out of Rudi's hand to press the front of it fully against his leg, somewhat hiding from him. Rudi can see how flushed he still is though- even his ears are red. His hips keep rocking as he rides it out, and Rudi's firm hand is at the nape of his neck, encouraging it.
As Ridge pants and twitches his hips with the last of his orgasm, one thought is on repeat through his mind. "Don't look at me..." He says quietly, muffled, ashamed, as his words come back to him.
Rudi chuckles, "N' miss the show?" He pets the back of Ridgedog's head, just once, and Ridge can hear the satisfaction in Rudi's voice. It warms him on the inside, that he'd done it... done it well, even. The praise is accompanied by the shift of Rudi's body above him, gently pushing off the tree to attend to his own cock. Ridge lets himself breathe for a moment, the soft sounds of Rudi's low grunts filling the space and reassuring Ridgedog with the familiarity of them.
"Shit, was that from me too?" Ridge has finally looked up, and there's a long scrape on the arm that Rudi is currently palming at himself with. He wiggles, wondering if Rudi will let him up.
"Yup!" Rudi's grin is toothy and sharp, and his hand shifts back around to Ridge's jaw, trying to dig only a little of his claw in as Ridgedog tries to squirm out from under his boot. "Hold up there, big guy." He says, and he's clearly admiring the mess beneath his boot as he strokes himself.
Ridge leans into it, rests his chin against Rudi's leg and lets himself sigh almost fondly. His hands take to wandering over the gashes he'd left in Rudi's leg, up to his ass and back down again. The flush is retreating, his embarrassment fading to a lazy curiosity and amusement as he avoids looking at himself, knowing that it would only bring back the shame. He can't help the wiggling though, and he quickly notices that at each squirm he does, Rudi's cock twitches and his movements get more frantic.
"Oh, that was so good, that was really fucking great, what a fuckin’ treat, yeah-" Rudi is muttering, and Ridge's grin is slow and syrupy as Rudi's dirty talk spills out of him and his voice gets breathy and snarly. He feels Rudi's thigh tense beneath his grasp, and he returns the earlier favor by holding Rudi up as he starts to shake.
"Easy there, bud...." Ridge has one hand on his waist, the other, unable to resist, feeling up his thigh still, and Rudi's face flushes as he comes. Ridge's gentle teasing tone and the sight and feel of the other man below him accentuates the closeness, especially as Ridgedog turns his head slightly to look at how Rudi is frantically palming himself through two layers of fabric.
"T-Thanks-" Rudi's nostrils flare, a sign he's taking in all the scents more than normal- the musky scents of piss and come, of warm sunlight, of the smell of something otherworldly and yet just as wolfy as himself.
"Ridgedog..." Rudi groans, growls the end of it. His hand slips from Ridge's face to grip his shoulder with a strength that on anyone else would break skin just as easily as Ridge had done to Rudi. Ridgedog chuckles in response- yeah, he feels bad for scratching his skin and leaving gashes in his jeans, but it still amuses him how Rudi can't even dent him.
"Wanna piss on you." Rudi mumbles suddenly, unbidden, and Ridge's mouth flattens into a thin line.
"Do not." He growls, soft and low. He knows Rudi's just talking to himself, but it's a gut reaction.
"Fuck, s-sorry, handsome." Rudi is quick to breathe out the apology, and Ridgedog accepts it just as quickly.
"Thanks!" Ridge is grinning again. Rudi's cock had twitched at his tone, and Ridge makes note of that- they'd flirted in that direction a few times, so maybe he'd follow up on that... later.
For now, Rudi is leaning over him- onto him, really, and working his hand over himself in a way that seems like it would just be easier to undo his pants instead. But Rudi is an odd guy, and Ridge knows there's something about the constraining pressure that Rudi enjoys... and maybe the pressure of his pants was more than just pressure, maybe it's a reminder that he's only allowed to come, nothing else. Maybe later that night, Ridge will catch him fidgeting, put two and two together and make Rudi mess himself in a different way, chide him in that low tone for what he's done and-
Prince's mind is easily full of fantasies about this, the cloying smell of Ridgedog's dampness heavy beneath him. He groans, ruts harder into his own hand, grips Ridge's shoulder tight and finally finishes, held up by Ridge's hands as his knees buckle and he doubles in on himself. Ridge's hands are all over him, gripping him, supporting him, on his inner thigh and his waist and there's the softest chuckle as Rudi looks right into the lopsided, amused, grinning face of Ridgedog and growls through his orgasm.
Even as he's huffing through the aftershocks, the glowy haze still on him, Rudi removes his boot from Ridge and steadies himself on two legs again. "Thanks for humorin' me."
"Course." Ridge leans back, and then groans in slight frustration as he looks down and sees how large of a mess he's made, and how dry it was by now- harder to clean out, even with his magic. He feels his cheeks start to heat up again at the sight, and he quickly has to look up. Rudi is still leaned against the tree. Then he’s sliding down it to sit across from Ridge with his knees up. "Hey~" Ridge says when Rudi is at eye level with him. And it's with a slight lick of his lips, a grin, a laugh and a very obvious look over Ridge's now uncovered lower half that Rudi replies, "Hey!"
Ridgedog taps at his own thigh, attempting a cleaning spell that barely scratches the surface of what he’s done, and sigh-groans in annoyance. "Dammit, been too long..." He reaches forward, determined to at least heal up the damage he'd done to Rudi.
Rudi lets him, letting out a long sigh as the soothing magic sinks in, tipping his head back against the tree. "Figured we'd make a mess. You can wash em' at the house and borrow my stuff til' - OH."
Ridge is stripping his pants- well, his entire lower half’s worth of clothing off. "Huh? Oh, I'm fine like this. We can go back to fishing!"
Rudi half-rolls his eyes. "Yeah, sure. Works for me."













