Settling in Together

His hands smoothed over the back's of his thighs, up over his cheeks and up his back slowly before traveling lower again.

His eyes flickered to the belt and a dark grin curled his lips. He'd remember that was there for later.

The Lycan's heartbeat was steady and unfaltering in its pace, his breathing much the same.

One hand stroked up to a cheek again, squeezing it before his hand fell away, returning a moment later with a sharp crack as his palm met the soft flesh.

His body jolted once Zakhar imprinted the lovely hand print on his backside. He took in a sharp gaspy breath and clenched his teeth together, squeezing his eyes shut even more.

On impulse he held onto the older lycan tighter, pressing himself against him more. It was as if the more the Russian abused him the closer Lino wanted to be, seeking some sort of comfort and security.

He had known that was coming, but his master always taunted him in just the right ways. The soft touches leading up to the rougher ones. The pup knew this was mild for what was in store. Very mild.

His hand smoothed over the stinging flesh

He pulled the boy flush against himself, hands running up his back again. "Ti piace, da?"

He tugged sharply on the boy's hair, pulling his head back to bare his throat, his own head bowing to nip and kiss along his throat slowly, leaving red marks in his wake.

"Ti piace che ti sculacciata. La mia mano sulla pelle, il bruciore. Il dolore che si accende, non è vero?" His voice was low and husky, the words purred lowly in the younger Wolf's ear.

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You like this, yes?

You like me spanking you. My hand against your skin, the stinging. The pain turns you on, doesn't it?

Unable to contain himself Lino accidentally let another soft whimper escape from his lips at his master's question, biting his lip.

He wasn't going to respond at first, until he felt the strong hands grab him by the hair and tilt his head back, exposing his throat and adams apple. His eyes fluttered shut as he felt the mans lips kiss and graze against his neck, his body trembling more then before.

"S-Sì Maestro" he muttered weakly, his entire body feeling very hot from both arousal and embarrassment.

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"Y-Yes Master"

He purred when his boy whimpered. He'd never get tired of that sound.

His tongue ran up the boy's throat before he caught him in another rough kiss, tugging his hair sharply again before his hands smoothed down his back again.

"Dimmi quello che vuoi."

His fingers slid between the boy's cheeks, pressing against him, circling the tight ring of muscles. "Vuoi che al dito te?"

His hand slid around the boy's thigh, curling around his arousal and pumping him painfully slowly a couple of times. "Vuoi un lavoro di mano?"

His hand smoothed up the man's chest as his tongue flickered over his earlobe. "Vuoi un pompino?"

His lips curled upwards against the boy's neck. "Dimmi quello che vuoi," he repeated.

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Tell me what you want

Do you want me to finger you?

Do you want a hand job?

Do you want a blow job?

Lino opened his pale gray blue eyes when his Master tugged back on his hair and asked him the question.

His breathing had all ready picked up quiet a bit by now, his chest visibly rising and falling with every inhale and exhale.

He looked into his Master's eyes, notably the silver one, a confused little expression on his face.

He trembled as the older wolf taunted him with almost touches, tugs, and small licks against his ear. A soft moan escaped his lips and he couldn't help but lean forward and rest his head against the strong mans shoulder, panting into his neck while he felt Zakhar use his large hand to pump up and down slowly. That's what he wanted.

"V-Voglio ch-che tu..." He stuttered and took a couple more deep breaths before continuing. "M-mi dia un lavoro a mm-mano, se va bene."

He felt so dirty for saying those words. For speaking that way. Even within just a year ago he'd never thought he'd be this way.

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"I-I wa-want you..."

"T-to give mm-me a hand job, if that's okay"

He smirked when the boy moaned. He loved the boy's small moans and whimpers.

His tongue laved up the side of the man's neck.

"Essere un po 'più sicuro di sé, io non ti rinnegherò quello che vuoi stasera," he murmured softly in the boy's ear. Tonight the boy could ask him anything and he'd do it.

He wanted Lino to gain some confidence, know that his voice would be heard by others. By himself.

Zakhar's hand slid down to begin pumping him at the same painfully slow pace, thumb passing over his slit.

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Be a little more self confident; I won't deny you what you want tonight.

The young wolfs brow furrowed at his Master's words. He definitely wasn't used to this kind of control. Was this some sort of weird test?

He took in a deep breath as he felt the strong hand again start working on his shaft, the calloused thumb against the tip. His thoughts shoved aside as he felt the pure ecstasy of it surge through his body.

Reaching down he grabbed Zakhar's working hand and brought it up to his mouth, licking up and down it fervently to get it nice and slicked. He then shoved the man's hand back down to get back to work. It was definitely the boldest thing the pup had done with his Master, but he wanted that so bad.

Zakhar's eyes flashed when Lino's tongue brushed over his skin.

Now, he hadn't expected the boy to be so bold. He definitely wasn't complaining.

He rewarded the boy for his bold acts by moving his hand faster, leaning forwards to kiss him deeply, keeping his teeth to himself for once.

"Mi piace questo lato di te," he purred.

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I like this side of you

Every breath the young man took was heavy now, his body aching with so many physical reactions.

He kissed the older lycan back as well as he could, his eyes shut tight. Without realizing it his hips rolled slightly with Zakhar's hand. A few breathy moans made their way from his chest as he held onto the strong Russians shoulders.

He felt dirty for this. Really dirty. His cheeks red, brow furrowed, a few small tears started to well up behind his closed eyes.

His lips trailed down the boy's neck, nipping the soft skin occasionally, not hard enough to leave any marks.

The Lycan purred in response to the breathy moans, his free hand stroking along Lino's hip gently.

His thumb ran over the boys slit again.

A rush of heat flooded over his entire quivering body from his Master's attentions. His brown wavy hair spilled back as he impulsively tilted his head back, arching his torso and moving his hips forward when he again felt Zakhar's thumb against one of his most sensitive areas.

He gasped out and accidentally dug his nails into the older man's shoulders, not realizing he was doing it. It wasn't enough to draw blood, but enough to bite into the Russians skin.

His tongue laved over the pups neck, rough tongue dragging across heated skin.

His hand stroked up Lino's side, fingers tracing the small scars, nails leaving behind small welts, palming the tanned skin.

Zakhar moaned, back arching a little, head tilting back slightly when the nails bit into his skin.

"S-Signorile, si può distendersi p-per fa-ah-avore?" He panted, his body aching from sitting up right.

The young man's muscles flexed from tensing and relaxing with the beating off motions, his chest still rising and falling quickly.

His nails still dug into the older lycan's shoulders, fingers shaking as he did so. Still he did not realize it.


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"M-Master, can we lay b-back please?"

He didn't give a verbal response to the boy's request.

His hand slid from the boy's arousal, sliding around to press against the small of his back. His other hand slid up to rest between his shoulder blades.

The Lycan shifted the boy, laying him back against the bed before his hand returned to his member.

Another shiver raced down his spine as the boys nails dug further into his skin.

"G-grazie" was all he could stammer out before his breath taken away from Zakhar's touches. He pressed his head back against the pillow and arched his hips up, biting down on his lip hard.

A loud whimper like moan came out of him as the older Lycan tugged and jerked at his arousal. His toes curled tight and he continued to hold onto the man fervently.

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"T-Thank you"

His tongue ran along his neck again, laving up to his ear. He suckled softly on the boys earlobe.

His free hand roamed the boy's side and chest, tracing his scars, thumbing over his nipple.

Zakhar's lips searched out Lino's lips for another deep kiss.

Panting out, Lino kissed Zakhar back as well as he could, tracing one of his hands up to hold onto the back of the man's neck. The other hand still clung to his shoulder.

The way he rocked his hips was becoming more obvious, small circular motions turning into wider bucking ones. His member throbbed and pulsed with pleasure, the insides of his thighs quivering a little from tensing so much.

He leaned into the hand curled around the back of his neck, eyes sliding shut.

His breathing was slowly speeding up, warm breath washing over Lino's moist lips. The boys reactions were intoxicating. The soft moans and whimpers, the deep kisses, the hands gripping at his skin, the hips rolling against his hand.

His thumb rolled over his slit again as his tongue flicked over the boy's lower lip.

Zakhar's hand gripped the hand on his shoulder, guiding it down his shoulder to his navel.

His silver eye searched out Lino's eyes, meeting them and staring with a smoldering, half-lidded gaze.

Every time Zakhar moved his thumb over Lino's slit he was sure to get a big reaction. The young lycan was sensitive to touch, especially there.

He let out a longer, more heavy moan, his lips parted as he did. He tried to stifle it but he couldn't. Little beads of sweat littered his body as Zakhar worked over the top of him.

He felt the Russian mans hand lead his own down to his navel and he registered what he wanted him to do. The young lycan tickled his fingers down Zakhar's groin before taking hold of the man's shaft. He pumped it up and down quickly, matching his Master's speed on his own arousal.

He peeked his eyes open and saw the stronger lycan staring down at him, silver eye burning into his own pale blue ones. He felt like his heart stopped for a few beats, his lungs not registering how to breath. His eyes rolled back into his head before squeezing them shut again, a single tear streaming down his hot rosy cheeks. He took a deep gasp of hair and let out another whimpering moan as they continued to pleasure the other.

His lips feathered against the boys when his lips parted.

Zakhar gave a low purr, hips jerking against the boy's hand. His tongue delved into Lino's mouth, tracing the inside of his teeth slowly.

His tongue ran along the path of the tear that streaked down his boy's cheek as he sped up the movement of his hand again.

He gave a low growling purr when the boy moaned, his free hand sliding down to stroke his balls gently before massaging them in a slow circular motion.

The faster Zakhar became with his movements the more Lino rocked his body against him, the louder his breathing and moans became.

He still worked his own hand against Zakhar's member, beating him off as fast as he could. He rotated on the pressure he applied, sometimes giving the man rougher squeezes while other times letting his palm and fingers tickle and glide smoothly over his large shaft.

He could feel the familiar pressure building up inside his body. Just as he felt he couldn't take anymore, the older wolf moved his free hand from the boy's sides and moved to massage his balls teasingly. He gasped out and moved his own free hand back up above his head to clench onto the pillow tightly.

The next three breaths were whimpers, noises of a boy in sexual desperation. He wanted to release and he didn't all at once. His member pulsed from beneath Zakhar's motions, hot from the amount of arousal rushing throughout it.

"O-ohhh oh Dio padr-rone!" He moaned out, twisting his body about, panting heavily.

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"O-ohhhh oh God Mas-ster!"

The movement of the Lycan's hand slowed slightly.

"Vuoi venire?" he murmured softly, gaze flickering over the boy's face as his movements stopped all together.

This wasn't coming to a close just yet.

He wouldn't let it.

One hand slid up the boy's chest, the tips of two fingers pressing against Lino's lower lip.

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Do you want to come?

He was so close. So so close. He opened his eyes again and weakly stared into the older lycan's smoldering silver one. His chest heaved as he sucked in and out for air.

He could only look at the man, lips parted as his entire body quivered, wondering what Zakhar would do. He continued to grip the top of the pillow with one hand, his other still resting on his masters arousal, though is own movements had stopped.

His lips were soft to the touch, thicker then most boys. It trembled slightly as his master rested the two fingers against it.

"Aprirsi," he ordered.

When the boy's lips parted enough, he slipped his fingers inside.

"Risucchiare." These were very simple orders he expected the boy to follow to a tee.

He wasn't done with the boy and this wasn't ending until he was done.

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