#wiselyca

Lycaon continues brushing his feather-duster across the bookshelves he's currently fancying up. Wise just stands in place, fidgeting with his hands, looking positively befuddled on where exactly to start with his cleaning pursuit. Lycaon takes very clear notice of this, he's always prepared for this kind of possibility, especially with new, temporary recruits.

"You can start by helping me out with this living room area if you don't mind," Lycaon suggests.

"Oh sure! That sounds like a great idea!" Wise says, preparing some cleaning supplies to help clean up the mess made & left in the living room.

As he walks in, Lycaon is quick to raise his hand in a gesture of halt before he proceeds any further.

"You also need to do something else as a requirement before ANY cleaning..." Lycaon says.

"And what's that?" Wise inquires.

"Put on a maid outfit." Lycaon says bluntly, sounding as if he was under the assumption that his words were something nonchalant and suave.

Wise buzzingly stammers in place, trying to think of some witty, rhetorical remark to say in response; but unfortunately remains buzzing in place, drawing a complete blank on how to make one to such a strange request/possible order. He remains paused like this in place, raising his finger before lowering it back down constantly, before inevitably deciding to just cave in and gloomily walks off to find a maid outfit he can wear, as per his request. Lycaon glances over his shoulder as he walks off, smiling gleefully to himself as his body receives excited, jittery tingles coursing throughout it.

Of course, he knows this is all a ruse. Wearing a maid outfit? To clean a mess that isn't even your responsibility to clean in the first place? What poppycock! No, the real reason is that Lycaon hasn't once been able to pull himself together enough to stop thinking about Wise's body the entire time he's been cleaning, if it can even properly be called that considering he's only been dusting the bookshelves for the past 45 minutes. And somehow, despite all this time spent from a professional house-keeping associate cleaning one measly object, he still hasn't noticed anything off about it! Even falling for his ruse!

For a man named Wise, he certainly has very poor intuition outside of things regarding his occupation...

But he mustn't judge, after all it presented him with this golden opportunity to see Wise in a maid uniform! Whilst continuously dusting the already highly polished bookshelves, Lycaon finally takes in the sight of it and decides it's best to try and attempt moving on to another spot that needs cleaning. As he walks over to a highly stacked pile of unkempt laundry laying in front of the couch, his ears tingle into a dance-like motion when the beautiful sounds of Wise's feet walking back downstairs makes his heart a-flutter. He won't be able to have enough focus to clean the laundry if Wise comes down looking spectacular in a dress, so he quickly shifts his position back over to the bookshelf, making himself look as though he's still cleaning it.

The moment Wise arrives back into the room is when Lycaon nods his head approvingly like he's just finished. He hears footsteps behind him followed along with the sounds of clothes rustling about as they get lifted into the air. He's aware that what he's doing is very unprofessional, that it's wrong to take advantage of such a kind fellow like Wise in this depraved manner....but he just cannot help himself right now; the heat is far too unbearable for that. He turns his head swiftly behind him, almost jerkingly if it weren't for his pleasant demeanor refusing to allow such an improper motion to occur; especially in a favored client's house.

His eyes slightly widen, his heart momentarily stopping for a quick beat as they lock in on the astoundingly erotic sight bestowed upon them. His horny sweats increase as he stares loving daggers at a fully-fancied up maid boy picking up dirty laundry, his eyes currently focusing specifically on his thighs and butt. He gulps nervously, his breath reaching suspiciously unnatural levels as the heat grows even worse than it already was. Why did he suggest this? Now he's never gonna be able to focus on getting any cleaning work done!!....

....Unless...

He thinks about it, wondering if Wise would truly be down to get freaky with him at a time like this or not. It would be best just to ask him instead of trying to initiate something intimate out of nowhere; but the heat clouds his judgement. He has only the slightest trouble with shaky legs while walking over to him, the man being blissfully unaware of the tall wolfman approaching him from behind as he picks up dirty laundry while whistling. He stands directly behind him, nearly looming in quite the possessive manner as he looks down, temptation guiding his individual movements. While he's bent over, the wolfman reaches both his hands out.

They're trembling, both of them, but it doesn't cease his movements entirely. His heart pounds faster the closer his hands get to touching him, so quick that it inevitably slows back down to slow, hard-pounding beats to compromise for it's inability to go past even further velocities. His hands finally land unto their primary target, that being his shoulders. He certainly did think about lowering them someplace lower, but he's not a brute, even when lusting out of his mind. Naturally, Wise is quick to turn his head so that their eyes can meet, a look that's full of confusion, discomfort, and embarrassment. He coughs to clear his throat before speaking.

"Uh-Uhhmmm....Von Lycaon? What are you doing exactly?" Wise questions.

"Uhh-Uhhh I-I-I-" Lycaon nervously stammers, realizing the more he panics, the more of a precarious situation he places himself in.

Without much thinking, he immediately resorts to wildly abiding by his base instincts; which are currently set on kissing and mating...so he picks the lesser evil of the two. He plunges his head downward quickly his lips making instant contact with Wise as he gets scooped up into their warm embrace. Wise is understandably very shocked by this sudden act of intimacy being forced on him without any preparation or warnings, he tries to shove himself away but the wolfman's hold over him is far too tight for any chance of escape. Wise feels no other choice but to close his eyes embarrassedly and submit to his housekeeper's kisses; meanwhile the wolfman himself attempts taking some risks, trying to see if he can slip a little tongue into their kiss to add some proper spice to the mix. The moment he does however, Wise instantly fights back, grabbing his chin and pushing it upward enough that his mouth and tongue finally slip away from his and proceeds to gasp for air.

Lycaon stares at Wise with apologetic shock at what he'd just done, completely violating his own code for the sake of his own tempting desires. He releases the embrace, bowing before Wise's feet to express how sorry he is for his recent action. Wise coughs a bit before finally opening his eyes and being surprised at the sight of the wolfman, who was just so dominant mere seconds ago, laying face-down on his living room floor while begging for forgiveness.

"I'm terribly sorry sir! I-I don't know what sick thing came over me to make me do such a thing! I promise, I-I won't do-"

"Von Lycaon?" Wise interrupts, calling his name as he pokes his head up to look him up in the eye.

"Y-Yes?..." Lycaon nervously inquires.

"Are you in heat?" he asks.

Lycaon pauses, wondering if he should answer truthfully or not.

"...Y-Yes..." he says, admitting the truth since he's already dealt enough damage in his perception.

Wise breaths in, purposefully overdoing it. Then he exhales, releasing a very lengthy sigh that makes Lycaon sweat anxiously.

"I knew it, I should of known the moment you requested I wore a maid outfit. Guys don't even wear maid outfits! At least not when actually cleaning they don't!" Wise says, rubbing his forehead.

"I-I'm very sorry...I just couldn't resist pretending like I was fully focused any longer..." the wolfman says, his ears tilted in shame.

"Dude, it's not a bad thing to be horny. And I mean...if you wanted a kiss, you could have asked first, maybe..." Wise comments.

"Apologies....however, I must ask. C-Could we, uhh-, uhmm...y-you know...." Lycaon says, getting flustered by the alarming amounts of erotic imagery being depicted within his mind, mostly regarding Wise.

Wise tils his head at a peculiar, downward angle, his face blushing pink as he thinks of how to answer.

"Well...if it'll get your mind straight, and we can return back to getting the house cleaned in normal clothes...then yes, I suppose I'd be willing to offer myself under those conditions." Wise states.

Lycaon perks up excitedly, a joyous smile imprinted on his face as he tackles Wise onto the sofa.

"Affirmative! Now lets fuck!" Lycaon shouts desperately.

Wise giggles, it's sort of cute how badly he wants this, specifically with him.

Lycaon feels his breath perk up in thickness rapidly, feeling the hot weight of each and every one of them as they protrude outward from his mouth. His eyes hungrily search over every square inch of the man beneath him's body, savoring each brief glance he makes at the way his arms, hips, thighs, neck, and most importantly to him...mouth, looks in that wonderfully delicious maid outfit. His expression is one of dire, seemingly meaning that he does not wish to prolong this any more than it already has. He licks his chops as a jovial, hidden grin softly forms betwixt his lips; it's time to devour.

He digs his nails onto the skirt of the uniform, shredding enough of it off that he can securely access Wise's butthole without destroying the entire outfit. Lycaon swiftly unfastens his belt and fly, somehow managing to remove his shirt even quicker than his pants as he undresses for their intercourse. Once his underwear is gone, he wastes no time sticking it in. The hairy wolfman's cock slides inward and outward of him with each pump he makes inside of Wise, the submissive man exhaling a loud portion of noise in response to the feeling of it, and how surprisingly rough it is despite Lycaon's best efforts to keep it gentle. Wise grunts and struggles to resist the pain, the pleasure of his cock's feeling only weighing in lightly as of current.

Of course, Lycaon takes immediate notice of his client's discomfort at the pain, and thinks to himself of how he can soothe him into a much more relaxed and pleasured state....things quickly get freaky in his mind due to the heat, but he thinks he has a good plan to resolve this. The wolfman lowers his mouth onto the region of his torso that's just above his stomach; planting gentle, ticklish kisses over Wise's chest, trailing his mouth upward with each series of comfy smooches provided. Once he gets to the pectorals, he takes the time to individually lay kisses over each nipple, being sure that at least will get 3 good kisses planted on the soft, pink buds before moving on to his neck....but then, Lycaon notices something about Wise when he smooches them enough times.

He moans, not the kind of 'slightly-pleasured-yet-still-pained' moans he's been making since they've started. Instead, these moans exude a differing air about them...they're far more...."fragile" in nature, meaning he must've found quite the sexually sensitive yet responsive spot. He smirks to himself as he continues to relentlessly peck his lips around the tight buds, nipping at them with affectionate smooches like no tomorrow as Wise continues to loudly relinquish how good he feels.

"Nnnghh~!! G-God, oh goddd~! Do-Don't stop...please, don't st-stop~!" Wise yelps, the final indicator that he's no longer feeling the painful ramifications of anal like once before.

"Yes sir..." Lycaon playfully states, heading the order of his client.

He continues about licking and coating his lips over the nipples of each pec before his heated feelings start to wear down before he's finished, and he certainly can't lose his drive before reaching a proper destination. He moves on, trailing his head along as he fulfills whatever nasty desire corkscrews into his head; such as shifting his speed down so his hips may thrust at a slower, more impactful rate, and trailing his tongue across the intersection between both moobs in a stimulating fashion. Fulfilling these little thoughts brings his heat back up big time, as he's now pleasing his own desires again. Lycaon feels his fur stiffen a bit once his tongue licks itself unto the right side of his neck, shudders of giddy coursing through his body as he fully takes in how warm his cock is as it slams in and out of Wise, alongside how good it feels to have his tongue run down his neck.

Wise whimpers and feels his toes curl in response to the pleasure inflicted upon him once he realizes the feeling of Lycaon's full body-weight pressed down over on his as he continuously ass-fucks him. This feeling is made even better, (or worse), by Lycaon beginning to lick, suck, and kiss the right half of his throat, the gentle touch of his lips alongside the moist feeling of his tongue sending jittery thrills down a very needy body. Wise recoils his head backwards as far as he can when pressed against a seating cushion, laying a hand over the back of the wolfman's furry head, fingertips brushing against his twitching ears as he takes in how quickly their hearts are racing when pressed against one another. His erect cock is made oh-so sensitive when he realizes how turned on he is by just the mere subtle brushing and scraping of their bodies together, like a warm blanket wrapped securely over a squirming, skittish sleeper, he can't help but moan breathlessly...

"Oh god....your f-fur feels so fucking good, fuck I'm hot..." Wise speaks, without breath as it's stolen away by this feeling overtaking him fully.

"Mmh...would you like me to keep it this way while I fuck you?" he asks.

"Yes...god, yes...fuck..." Wise quietly and breathily whimpers.

"Then I shall do my best to keep it as such..." he promises, continuing to lay kiss after kiss upon his neck, it seems he can't get enough of that good spot.

His thrusts slow down even further, his hips grinding themselves into smooth, sensual-looking thrusts as the sounds of flesh colliding really make themselves well known in the room now that they're forced to pay more attention towards it. Lycaon's tail can't help but subtly wag itself in delight as all his heated needs are being so completely fulfilled. Although, there's still one need that he's neglected to make, one that he must accomplish before he gives in to his bodily desires. He uses his free hand to grasp under Wise's chin, shifting his head over on it's side to look him in the eye. When they meet each other's gazes, he smiles, the wolfman subtly returning the romantic gesture back.

"Show me your mouth please, open it..." he requests, in a hushed, calming voice.

"Of course you dirty animal..." he playfully teases.

Wise opens his mouth, Lycaon's hand resting over the side of his cheek as he sticks a thumb inside to explore. He gently turns Wise onto his sides without pulling out so he can check more easily, side-fucking him as he examines the inward depths of his oral region. He loves every bit of what he sees; the sharp, clean pearls he labels as his teeth, the wet, sloppy tongue that wiggles slightly during his thorough examination, and the Adam's apple undulating in reaction to what his body experiences through the feelings his cock and body provide, it's all so...perfect. He keeps focusing in on it, his thrusts quickening rapidly as he hones all his attention in on his mouth exclusively for his own benefit.

"G-Gaahhhhh...that's a little rough don't you think~?!" Wise groans, the pain actually feeling quite nice this time.

"Just let me keep looking at it, I'm almost there~!" Lycaon moans, with hints of desperation through the way he sounds as he speaks.

The wolfman amps up, his body vibrating violently as he feels the heat boil up into an excellent climax. His hips thrust in deeper and deeper the closer he gets, his hands tightening around his back and waist as he feels the sperm swimming. His legs damn near close together once it flows out, his cum shooting into the submissive boytoy's anus as he splutters out filthy noises in reaction to the sudden warm, thick feeling entering his rear. It doesn't take long before he's also cumming, shooting his load over Lycaon's stomach and even a little on his pectorals as he jerks his head back and lets his lips quiver when he whimpers silently.

The feeling of this high only lasts for mere seconds, yet with how they've played this...it feels like forever.

Their loop of pleasure ceases then and there, as the two are left to catch their breaths and fall further into one another for comfort after the high is over and their bodies ache from so much pleasure happening all at once in such a short timeframe. Lycaon snuggles Wise close to his chest, as he ruffles a few fingers through strands of silver-gray hair. Wise runs his hands slowly down the sides of Lycaon's hips, running them back up once they've reached over the sides of his ass cheeks as well, copping a good enough feel to let loose a perverse giggle.

"Think that's funny, sir?" he questions in a snarky manner.

"A little, I also think your ass feels nice." he comments, making the wolfman blush slightly as his hand trails itself down his back.

"I'd definitely say the same for yours..." he replies, giving Wise the same kind of blush he's enduring.