#fakes oc

Sweat ran down his temple, the smell of sex filled his nose, but he was unable to see anything beyond the man who was above him, even with the tears that blur his vision.

Short blond hair obscured his features, but Grey knew them all by heart. His breath hitched as Tryst's tongue licked across his already sensitive nipples, swirling around the bud before closing his mouth around it, his hand coming to give the other attention.

He wanted to touch Tryst, tug on his roots that desperately needed a touch up, but he promised he wouldn't move and Grey was obedient. Wanted to be so good for Tryst.

Tryst moved from one nipple to the other, lavishing it with the same attention, blue eyes fixating on Grey.

"Please. Please Tryst!" He moaned, his face flushing. They had been at this for an hour now, Tryst bringing Grey just to the edge, only to slow down or back away completely.

He kissed down Grey's chest, nipping and sucking along the way, his tongue tracing over the tattoo that graced his skin, hand moving between his legs to grip his hard cock, giving it a few pumps. Grey cried out, his head thrown back.

The reason they were in this position was because Grey came home, his self-esteem taking a hit that day, and Tryst was not going to let his partner think badly about himself. He tried everything to cheer Grey up, but when nothing worked, Tryst brought him up to the bedroom, told him to not move no matter what, knowing that Grey would obey not just because of his lycanthropy, but because of his need to be Tryst's good boy.

Tryst had started soft. Kissing him slowly, enjoying the way Grey flushed from his chest all the way up to his ears. "You are absolutely perfect." Tryst had whispered, kissing down his jaw.

"N no I am not." Was Grey's response and that was when Tryst had snapped.

In-between Grey's legs was a place Tryst swears he could stay for an eternity, planting little individual kisses on the freckles that dust pale skin. He continues to kiss them, slowly going higher and higher, his hand lazily stroking Grey's cock.

"Could kiss every," Tryst planted another kiss, "single," a nibble, "freckle on your skin."

Before Grey could get a word one, Tryst licked from base to tip, taking his cock into his warmth. His cry echoed throughout the room, his fist bawling the sheet to restrain himself from thrusting up into Tryst's mouth. "Oh fuck!"

Tryst hummed, the vibration sending shivers up Grey's spine and moans spilling from hip lips. He bobbed his head, using his hands to rub what he couldn't fit. Grey was always an above average man, especially in height, and of course that extended to his cock. Thick and long, but nothing that Tryst could never handle.

Grey's head lolled back, mouth hanging open in a constant moan, feeling the Tryst's spit sliding down his length. Tryst gathered some of it, pressing his finger to Grey's hole, slipping in easily.

"Shit!" Grey jolted, feeling Tryst find that spot inside him that had him seeing stars and his toes curling, tears prickling the corner of his eyes. He was so close that he could taste his release. "Please Tryst! Don't stop!"

And stop he didn't.

Tryst thrust his fingers, crooking them to brush his spot over and over, his tongue tracing the vein along Grey's cock. Grey's wines grew louder and more intense, his hips shaking as the orgasm Tryst had been denying him had finally crashed into him.

Tryst's head stilled for a moment, drinking ever rope of cum that was shot down his throat, the salty taste hitting his tongue, fingers continuing to massage Grey's prostate, helping him through his high. When Grey was finished, Tryst pulled off his cock, his fingers slipping out of him. Grey whined feeling the loss of him.

Though he didn't have time to lament the lost for long. Tryst crawled up his body, kissing him deep. Grey moaned at the taste of himself on Tryst's tongue. He continued to kiss him, teeth and tongues clashing. Grey could tell that he was getting impatient, especially when Tryst pulled back, his pupils blown to where there was only a sliver of blue left.

Tryst gripped his hips, forcing him onto his stomach and his ass into the air. Grey gripped the pillow, hearing Tryst unbuckle his belt and push down his jeans. Tryst groaned and pumped his cock a few times before lining it up with Grey's entrance, pushing in without warning.

"This ass." Tryst growled, bringing his hand to plant a smack against Grey's ass cheek, the skin rippling. Grey moaned loudly, his face buried into the pillow. "Is fucking everything. It is all I will ever need. God, you take me so well."

"Fuck! Tryst!" Grey was still sensitive from his orgasm, but he wanted so much more. He wanted all that Tryst could give him, tears spilling down his cheeks and down onto the pillow.

Tryst threaded his fingers through Grey's hair, gripping the roots before yanking his head back, forcing his back to arch and press him firmer against him. "No hiding in the pillow, prince. I need to hear every fucking sound you make."

Grey could feel himself getting closer again just from Tryst's words alone. God the man had such a sinful mouth, and he couldn't even form a coherent thought, just cry and moan like a bitch in heat.

Tryst's hips picked up their past, not even pulling out that much anymore, the bed banging against the wall. Both of them knew they would get a noise complaint from the landlord, but at the moment they couldn't bring themselves to care. His grip tightened on Grey's hair, pull him up and against his chest. Despite the few inches difference between them, Tryst sank his teeth into Grey's neck, a straggled cry ripping from the taller male as his shot cum all over the pillow and the wall, his legs shaking from the sheer force of his second orgasm.

Tryst pushed Grey's limp body down, gripped his hips so tightly there were defiantly going to be bruises, and thrust into him, chasing his own high now. A few more thrusts and Tryst was falling over the edge, spilling inside.

Labored pants filled the stuffy air and nobody moved for a bit. Eventually Tryst pulled out, his eyes watching as his cum dripped down Grey's legs. "Fuck babe," He chuckled, quickly moving, though on slightly wobbly legs, to the adjacent bathroom. Grey could only hear the water running, his eyes starting to droop from exhaustion.

Next thing Grey knew he was being lifted from his spot, his arm draped around Tryst's shoulders as they walled to the bathroom. The earthy smell of ceder filled his nose, causing his eyes to peek open a little. In front of him was their bath, one Tryst made sure the two of them could fit into together, it was his one requirement when apartment hunting, filled with water. Sitting on the toilet was Grey's favorite fluffy towel and robe and on the sink was a new candle, lit.

Tryst helped him into the tub, lowering him before getting in behind him. The warm water instantly relaxing Grey and he leaned back into Tryst's chest, humming contently.

"You are so good, Grey. I love you so much." Tryst kissed his temple and he grabbed the shampoo, ready to take care of his partner.

Grey had no idea what he had done to get a man like Tryst, but he knew he would do whatever he could to hold onto him. Even if that meant slowly trying to be kinder to himself.