Page 79 of In This Iron Ground
“Jesus. Jesus Christ,” Hakan said. He watched for a moment, Damien’s lips around his digits, before springing to life.
There was a constant, low reverberation in Hakan’s chest as he practically ripped Damien’s clothes off him, followed by his own.
Damien looked at Hakan’s body. The expanse of dark skin, the moving muscles and taut stomach, the wide chest and shoulders. His cock, hanging hard and heavy between his thick thighs. Damien had seen the parts of this body before, but not composed like this. This was a familiar shape painted in a style he had never been witness to. The colours of Hakan were made bold with blood, the light of him glowing with sweat.
This was a Hakan out of Damien’s subterranean dreams.
When Hakan pressed his body down again, it was all skin. Damien shuddered at the feel of it, of Hakan’s cock sliding wetly against his hip.
“Please, fuck,” Damien moaned, and then Hakan’s hand was around both their dicks, rubbing them together, sliding a tight fist around them. Hakan was so wet with pre-come it slicked the way.
Damien looked between them. Looked at Hakan’s broad hand stripping them both, the way the heads of their cocks appeared and disappeared in his fist.
Hakan pressed Damien into the bed, leaving only enough space to move his hand between them. He was everywhere, a warmth that seeped through Damien until it burned. His lips, his tongue, his skin. Damien was cocooned in Hakan.
Hakan kissed Damien deeply, a buried growl making them both tremble. Damien arched and pushed his hips, fucking himself into Hakan’s fist.
God, it felt so good. To have Hakan there, wanting him. God, God—
The orgasm almost took him by surprise. There was so much, so much, until it suddenly burst. The wave of pleasure radiated across his foundation, closing the escape routes until he could barely breath, buried underneath its force. Damien moaned low, his come slicking the way further as Hakan kept pumping his own dick.
Damien opened his eyes. Hakan’s flushed face, his swollen, darkened lips, his eyes a translucent black that hinted at a shift. He was staring at Damien, eyes almost wide in wonder before they closed as orgasm hit him. Damien felt the hot ropes of come hit his chest, one after the other. Damien wasn’t sure why he loved how much werewolves could come.
Hakan buried his face into Damien’s neck as he collapsed with a groan. He kept some of his weight off Damien, but most of it pressed him down, the mess sliding between them, making Damien feel every breath as his chest tried to expand under Hakan’s.
They lay there for a while, Damien protected from the rest of the world for a moment.
When Hakan finally moved, he rolled to the side of Damien, facing him. He ran his fingers through Damien’s mess of a chest for a moment, as if entranced.
“I get what you’re doing but I’m not walking around like this,” Damien said with a fond smile. Hakan huffed but left for a moment, grabbing a wet cloth and wiping Damien down extremely perfunctorily.
“Thanks,” Damien said sarcastically. Hakan ignored him, laying down. He pressed against Damien, but reality had crawled onto the bed with him.
Damien tensed. The pieces of what had just happened didn’t fit with the puzzle of the rest of his life.
“I…” Damien thought back to the state that Hakan had been in when it had begun. Wild, agitated. He swallowed roughly. “Did I…you were pretty out of it. Did I, like, take advantage of—”
“Jesus, Damien. No. Why, did I—”
“No. Obviously not.”
“Great. I’m glad we agree that was a fully consensual sexual experienceafterwe had it.”
“Whatever. You were the one who needed freaking smelling salts because you smelt another wolf on me! What was that, by the way? You going to have a conniption every time I—”
Hakan started growling again. Damien looked at him incredulously.
“I have seriously never heard you growl so much. I think I’ve heard you growl more today than I have all the other years I’ve known you combined.”
“I have good control over my instincts. Usually.”
“Mmhmm…”
Damien understood why Hakan’s instincts were so out-of-whack. All of Hakan’s pack was far away and, after talking with Nasir, Damien understood the strain that must be placing on the balance of his Ousía. To have the only person connected to the pack, the one who he ran with, arrive smelling likeother-wolfmust have been hard to deal with.
The results of those instincts, however, had taken both of them by surprise.
“Hakan, I get why your instincts were telling you that the smell was wrong, but…you can’t just control who I, you know…” Damien fought with himself to build this boundary, even if everything in him was telling him that the debt he owed the Salgados was being disregarded.
