Taunting Untold Feelings

"Ho bisogno Maestro." He said in a moan, pushing himself against the man more so then before.

"prossimo" He stuttered in between heavy breaths.

He was desperate for release, for the pounding and blinding pleasure. He again cried out when his Master hit him again. His skin would surely bare the effects of this long after they were done.

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"I need it Master"

"Close"

Close? The he wouldn't do anything quite yet.

He pulled away form the boy again, sitting back to watch him writhe and whimper. It was far too amusing not to watch.

"Quanto vuoi venire?" he asked, cocking his head to the side slightly.

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How much do you want to come?

"Accidenti" He cursed under his breath.

All though he knew he shouldn't, reached up his own hand and started touching himself, tugging at his member desperately. He knew that this would come with consequence, but he needed to have the release.

The simple action was enough to answer the man's question, and so instead Lino just closed his eyes and worked himself as much as he could before Zakhar stopped him.

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"Damn."

Zakhar sighed with a fond smile as he watched Lino.

The boy had grown a spine recently. He liked that. It was rather interesting watching ho the boy slowly grew in confidence again after being broken down.

The fond smile faded as he bought his hand down on the boys backside much harder than he had done previously.

"Basta."

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That's enough

A loud whine came from the boy when his master again struck him, harder then before.

Slowly he pulled his hand away and looked at Zakhar with pleading eyes.

"fottimi padroneggiare, per favore." He begged, body pulsing and quaking as he waited. He couldn't take this much longer.

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"Fuck me Master, please."

He slid an arm under the boy, flipping him to lay on his back.

"Non prendere gli occhi di dosso," he ordered as he bowed his head to kiss down and along Lino's chest, lips enclosing around a nipple, laving his tongue over it and nipping it sharply.

He wanted the boy whimpering and writhing and crying with the effort it took to perform the tasks he was set.

He bit down sharply on the nipple between his teeth.

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Do not take your eyes off me

Lino looked up at his Master, his chest rising and falling as he did. He nodded his head in compliance to the order, knowing it would be difficult with his tendency to squeeze his eyes shut, but he was determined to try his best.

He arched his back when he felt Zakhar fondle at his chest, the sensitive and all ready toyed with buds rushing with stimulation.

He made sure to keep his eyes open, to watch his Master play with his body as he pleased. When he felt the man’s teeth bite down on him he yelled out and bucked his hips up, pressing his body against the man.

"Così bisognosi," he purred.

He loved how the boy needed him. He needed the pleasure that Zakhar gave him. It made him feel powerful; having such a power over the boy.

His lips searched out Lino's capturing them in a searing kiss as he pushed his legs up to his chest and thrust into him with a low groan.

He needed the pleasure of the boy's body as much as the boy needed the pleasure of his body.

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So needy

Lino reached down and grasped onto the older lycans shoulders, digging his nails into them.

When Zakhar pressed his lips to his own, he passionately kissed the man back, swirling their tongues together in a lustful and needy manner.

And when the boy again felt his Masters strong body shove back inside him he moaned out long and loud from beneath the lecherous kiss.

He dug his nails further into Zakhar's shoulders and dragged them down the man's skin, leaving welted scratch marks in their wake.

Zakhar started a slow but deep pace that would have the boy writhing against him.

The deep kiss continued as he caressed and kneaded the flesh of the boy's thighs firmly, loving the feel of slicked skin beneath his hands.

A loud groan sounded as the boys nails scored down his back, leaving behind red marks.

Despite himself Lino squirmed and wriggled from beneath the man, his legs stretching out and wrapping around Zakhar's body.

The way his Master's arousal intruded his body was like an addiction. Painful, unhealthy, and amazing enough to make everything else seem worthless in comparison.

He moaned out in rapture, no longer able to kiss the Russian man from his increasingly frequent heavy breaths and cries.

"Vieni per me," he purred, hips speeding up their thrusts as he added an undulating motion.

He wanted the boy to scream out his name was he was pushed off the edge.

Zakhar bowed his head to bite sharply at a nipple again as his nails dug into his skin.

"Venire," he growled lustfully.

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Come for me

Come

By this point the pups breaths were shrouded with small but loud moans, his eyes rolling back in his head again.

He was close, so close, he just needed that one extra little shove. And it came when Zakhar bit down on his chest.

The boy tensed and he screamed out, eyes opened wide as he felt himself release between their thrusting and rocking bodies. His toes curled in and his nails continued claw into the Russian man's arms.

Zakhar purred, continuing to thrust into his lover's body until he felt himself draw near.

He came with a loud grunt, bowing his head to once again kiss the younger wolf.

Gingerly, he pulled out of the boy, dropping himself to lay next to him, low contented purrs rumbling in his chest.

Lino continued to moan and grunt out, building up to a final bellowing cry when he felt the man release inside of him.

As soon as his master pulled out he fell limp, his body totally spent. His chest heaved up and down as he caught his breath back. His brunette curls fell out of his face and his eyes were closed.

He could only hear the way Zakhar's breaths matched his own, and slowly the boy reached his hand over to take the Russian man's.

Zakhar's lips curled upwards when Lino reached for his hand.

In return to the gentle grip, he gave the boy's hand a light, affectionate squeeze.

It was times like this, when the two of them were laying content after a rutting, that Zakhar marvelled how far they had come since the beginning.

Emotions had shifted, swelled and died and now they were both caught in the same dark web of obsession. The Russian man didn't mind that at all.