#wolf!gaz

it started with him pressing his fingers against your lips, letting you hesitantly lick them before he assured you "both canids love, don't mind if you don't." and it was nice having another dog around, so you let yourself indulge the embarrassing instinct. except that it escalated. his finger hooked into your mouth, dragging you back when you skipped past him, reeling you in to lick your cheek before sucking the wet fingers into his mouth. his hand grabbing your chin to lick over your lips. prying your jaw open to trace his tongue over your teeth. startling and humiliating with each new progression until it was natural.

until you held your tongue out each time Gaz passed you by and eventually leaned in yourself to great him with sloppy licks and your tongue tracing over sharp canines.

pulling at your legs when you're sparring, biting at the back of your neck, notching his hips just so against your ass, and tugs on your tail. he can be a little rough with you, but you don't seem to mind. everything about you oozes submission, right where he wants you.

you suck on his fingers when he presses them to your lips, lick at his teeth anxiously when he bears them around other canid men, let him nip at your ears when you mess up reports. you tell him it's like having one of your littermates around. you're so stuck to him that a psych gets called in to make sure you're still reporting to the captain and not developing late-onset littermate syndrome.

it's really perfect for Gaz, you letting him coo and groom you, nibbling at your neck and licking at the sensitive skin of your ears, excusing it away as typical pack behavior. it's normal for canids to get hard when their adrenaline is running, your fault for trying to wrestle him. a good packmate would help him out.

cw dubcon

forcing your legs apart while you whimper and whine because your heat popped up a few days before your scheduled leave and you nearly threw yourself at a canid that wasn't him.

clearly you haven't learned who you belong to yet, but it's ok, he'll teach you. you'll get a front row seat to Gaz's flat tongue lapping at your cunt, dragging the red ambrosia of your heat into his mouth with devout care, until your folds are clean and sparkling with spit. purely transactional, of course, he can't let a pack member suffer, but you need to remember that you're in his pack not anyone else's, his. so you come to him and you shake that fat fucking ass of yours, and you whine just for him.

you can do that, yeah?