Page 106 of In This Iron Ground
This is what he would be if he let go.
Hakan growled a groan. He licked at Damien’s skin, face returned to its human form, before fitting his mouth on the side of Damien’s neck. He kept himself there, the imprint of teeth, wet and panting breath heating Damien’s skin. Damien exposed his neck further. Hakan’s teeth squeezed before letting go.
“Your scent, God,” Hakan moaned. He carried Damien through the apartment almost blindly, buried as he was in Damien’s skin.
They landed on the bed tangled in each other. Damien pulled Hakan up for a kiss, but it was as if he couldn’t get enough of Damien’s skin. He bit and kissed at Damien’s neck, across the sharp line of his collarbones, the slight dip between lungs, the peak of his nipples. He snuffled into the concave of his stomach, rubbing his cheeks and lips on him as if he were trying to burrow underneath the skin.
When Hakan flipped Damien to his stomach it didn’t take a genius to know where this was going.
Damien hitched his hips up without having to be prompted, pushing against Hakan until his ass was in the air. Hakan moaned like he couldn’t help himself, squeezing the globes of Damien’s cheeks.
“God,” Hakan said before parting Damien’s cheeks and licking a broad, wet line across his hole.
Damien groaned, burying his head in his folded arms, but Hakan was relentless. It was one lick after the other, bites to the meat of his ass, back again and then deeper. Hakan licked into Damien’s hole, pushing forwards as he held Damien’s hips still. He fucked Damien with his tongue as deep as he could go, getting him wet and trembling with want.
Damien was outside his head. He was deep inside his body where Hakan was taking over. The scent and sound and feel of him. Damien pulled at the sheets as Hakan slid two fingers inside him, fucking them roughly alongside his tongue.
“Oh God. Oh, God,” Damien groaned.
He could feel Hakan’s answering growl reverberate through him.
“Fuck. Hakan, please, fuck me, Jesus fuck, just—” Damien choked on a sound as Hakan rubbed his prostate.
He was falling apart. He was being remade.
Damien slumped onto the bed, hard cock brushing against the sheets as Hakan released him. Time lost meaning with Damien untethered. In a fold of time, Hakan had returned, Damien’s hips being lifted up again. Damien felt the tip of Hakan’s cock rub his entrance before it was being stretched as Hakan pushed inside.
Everything else disappeared. There was the fullness of Hakan’s cock and then its slide inside him. Damien grunted with each hard thrust until he ran out of noise, his mouth a soundless moue as Hakan hit his prostate with a relentlessness that was all him.
The pleasure trembled the earth below Damien’s feet. Down, down, down, where everything was hidden, it became undone. Hardpacked earth became loose and soft. He let himself go.
The orgasm that hit him was a racking of the dirt. It shook him, wave after earthquake wave.
His ass clenched with the force of it and he felt Hakan’s pace stutter, weaken, stop as he came too. He draped over Damien, his nose buried in the scent of him.
They collapsed together on the bed. Damien couldn’t think. The words had been fucked right out of his head.
He drifted, sated. He could feel Hakan around him. His fingers brushing his side. His moon eyes casting light on his skin.
On a distant star, Damien wished this was all real.
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Damien’s nineteenth birthday was celebrated in college style. A sprawling group of Damien’s new friends and some of the shifters Hakan used to run with got together in what became a larger party than Damien would have ever expected. The shifters brought with them a high-percentage alcoholic drink that they dispensed carefully only to those in the know, battling the werewolf’s high metabolism with brute force.
Hakan, it turned out, was a happy drunk. He became even more touchy-feely than normal, draping over Damien and nuzzling into his hair when he sensed the move wasn’t unwelcome. He even joined the crowd to dance with Damien, grinding close and mouth pressed against the soft skin under Damien’s ear.
Damien didn’t think consciously about the past, but the distance from it was all around him. In the simplest terms, he just wasn’t alone anymore. The feeling was as comforting as it was terrifying.
Even after all those years, he still hadn’t gotten used to having so much to lose. To wondering if he really had it at all.
He was giddy but physically and emotionally exhausted as Damien made it to Hakan’s with the werewolf in question pressed against his back, kissing a line up and down Damien’s neck.
“Oh my God,” Damien laughed, trying to shuffle towards the bedroom with a clinging werewolf in tow.
“We’re not making it anywhere at this rate and—no! Donotpick me up!” Damien admonished as he felt Hakan’s arms tighten around him. He could practically feel Hakan’s pout.
“Come on, let’s get you on a horizontal surface,” Damien said, smiling as Hakan nipped at him playfully.
