[M] Every wolf has its day

He moaned softly, lips quirking upwards.

Yes, it was time for the next stage.

His fingers pulled out of the man slowly; carefully. He didn't want to hurt the man now. Not after all he had had to coax him through to get to this point.

He moved, pulling out of the Elf's mouth and shuffling over to kneel between his legs again.

Alek bowed his head to press a kiss to Lycus' neck.

Lycus shivered slightly as the fingers slipped out of them, the feeling was strange and he was left feeling oddly empty but already he could feel himself aching.

He gave a soft cough as the Lycan was pulled from his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick across his lips, savoring the taste of him.

His head tilted slightly as his neck was kissed, though he still didn't offer his throat to the man.

"Untie me."

He muttered softly as he looked up at Aleksandr, his eyes pleaded a lot more than his voice did.
In his struggles earlier he had cut his palms open multiple times, he wanted to be able to grip onto the man.

His lips quirked upwards.

That was a plead if he had ever seen one. Lycus was finally asking for something. Now was the perfect time to see if he could milk that.

"Why should I?"

If he got a good reason, he'd consider untying him.

His hands stroked over the Elf's thighs and stomach slowly.

"I-"

When he caught the sight of Aleksandr's grin he looked away, his expression becoming more stern, the Lycan was toying with him.

"Never mind."

He added, he wasn't going to beg to be untied because he refused to voice his reasons.

Wanting to grip onto Aleksandr would only stroke the man's ego.

A soft chuckle sounded.

"All right." No being untied for him, then. He didn't care.

The Lycan gripped Lycus' hips and moved them slightly, purring as he shifted forwards until the tip of his arousal pressed against the man's entrance.

This was what he had been preparing him for up until now.

His silver eyes shined as he pushed into the man slowly with a soft groan.

Lycus growled softly as Aleksandr chuckled, he resented the fact that his actions amused the man.

He couldn't dwell on that for long because as soon as he felt the Lycan pressed up against his entrance that was all he could think about.

This was it, he was about to lose a part of him that he had kept for thousands of years.

It took all of his concentration not to clench up as he felt the man push against him.

The Elf cried out, his back arching as Aleksandr slowly entered him.

He had been stretch but even still, the Lycan was longer and wider than three fingers, it hurt, a lot.

As much as he wanted to, Alek didn't push himself into the older man entirely. He wasn't cruel and he knew how much that would hurt, even with how much he had worked him so far.

His head tilted back with a soft groan as he stilled inside the man.

One hand slid from Lycus' hip to curl around his arousal again, pumping him slowly.

He'd go back to what he had done before. Pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain.

A few pumps, pause, push in a little, pause, repeat.

His legs trembled softly in their bindings, even through the aching of his backside he could feel the man, no there but in the pit of his stomach, Aleksandr was truly inside of him for the first time.

The Elf's toes had curled tightly and his nails were once again piercing into his palm.

His hips tentatively pushed up against the Lycan's hand, causing him to wince softly, his own sudden movement had added to the friction and stretching he was experiencing.

He'd treat the man the way he had wanted to be treated when his virginity was taken from him. Carefully.

He wouldn't push him too far too fast.

The movement of his hand paused for a moment so he could thrust a little deeper inside of the man. In turn the movement of his hips paused so he could pump the man once more.

It would be a slow process but he was determined to get through it.

He had plans and they needed to get through this small hurdle before he could go through with them.

He could feel everything far too clearly, he wanted to go through this in subspace but that was no longer an option.

The Elf was hyper-sensitive from never allowing anyone to touch his body let alone enter it.

"Please."

He whimpered softly, his eyes rolling back in his head slightly as Aleksandr thrust in further.

"Untie me."

He knew that when he got off this floor that his hands, back and the ground would be coated in his blood from how many times he had torn open the skin so far.

Lycus enjoyed the pumping as best he could, really using that time to adjust and recover from the man moving inside of him.

"Give me a good reason."

If he got a good reason, he'd seriously consider untying him. But until them he was staying where he was.

The deeper he pushed into the man, the longer he pleasured him for.

It would take a long while to adjust to what he was going through and Alek would wait patiently for him to adjust.

He didn't want to admit why he wanted to be untied, he wanted to cling onto the Lycan to feel some sort of comfort through the pain, he wanted contact with the man to feel like he had at least some control over his body and actions.

"I..ugh.."

He winced slightly as Aleksandr pushed in deeper, moaning softly, his back arching as he was swiftly pleasured.

"My back hurts."

He muttered, it wasn't a complete lie, having his arms bound behind him as he laid down caused his body to arch on an awkward angle. But with the pain of being entered his back was the last of his worries.

"Mhmm," he hummed softly.

His back hurt.

It'd barely be an annoyance at the very back of his mind in his current situation. hardly a good excuse. He'd need something much stronger than that to get him to untie his arms completely.

"All right," he murmured softly. He'd untie his arms for a moment.

The Lycan shifted, pulling out of Lycus and moving to crouch at his side, unclipping the double ended clip from one of his cuffs.

He hummed softly as his hand fisted in the Elf's hair and he stood, pulling him along towards the closest piece of equipment. A spanking bench.

Alek pushed Lycus to lay down on the floor next to the bench, pulling his arms up over his head and clipping them together around one of the legs of the bench. His arms weren't tied behind his back any more, at least. A better position than before, even if only slightly.

The Lycan purred softly as he knelt between the Elf's parted legs again, pushing himself into the man again slowly.

A small sigh of relief left him as Aleksandr pulled out of his and moved to unclip his hands, he would finally be able to grip onto the man, pull him closer.

That thought was short lived as he was dragged to another piece of equipment and his hands bound above his head, he cursed mentally as he tugged on the restraints.

This was even worse, now Alek would be able to see every time he pierced his palm and no doubt the blood on his hands and on the floor had not escaped the man's notice.

He cried out again as he was pushed back into, not only had he not gotten what he wanted he had been set back by having to taken in the Lycan all over again.

Alek's hand moved back to start pumping his arousal once more.

The initial pain of being entered wouldn't have been as the first time. He had been stretched a fair amount with the first time being entered.

Alek chuckled softly as a thought struck him, pausing in all movement as his shoulders shook a little.

He gave a soft moan as the hand wrapped back around him and pumped him again.

Slowly his body was adjusting, Aleksandr seemed to be able to move more freely inside of him which meant less friction and pain for him.

He looked up at Aleksandr as he chuckled, he didn't like that, what was the Lycan thinking, what was happening?

He wanted to back away from Aleksandr but he couldn't, he was stuck beneath the man.

"I've just realised that we've taken each others virginity," he mused softly, his chuckling calming.

He didn't know why it was amusing, but it was.

After so many years pretending Lycus didn't exist, he still made his way back to him and they had shared something that a lot of lovers wish they could; each other virginity. Perhaps it was the thought of the two of them being compared to lovers that made him laugh.

The Lycan shook his head softly. So amused by little things.

His hand began to pump the Elf again.

"Took you a few thousand years to catch up."

He replied, there was a very large distance between Lycus taking Aleksandr's virginity and Aleksandr taking Lycus' virginity.

Lovers definitely would want to share what they had, but they were as far from lovers as you could go, perhaps they lusted for each other, but the two of them would sooner kill one another than feel anything positive towards the other.

What was more amusing was the fact that neither of them actually wanted to lose their virginity to the other.

His head tilted back again the floor as he moaned, his hips jerking upward into his hand.

He snorted softly.

His hand moved a little faster as he pushed a little deeper into the man.

The Lycan moaned softly, lips parting as his head tilted back to reveal his scarred throat once more.

His hips pushed a little deeper once more.

Lycus gritted his teeth and moaned as he began to pant softly, even through all this pain he managed to find some form of pleasure which he clung to.

The Elf held onto the pole he was chained to, gripping onto it tightly as he was pushed into further, he wondered how long it would be before he had the entirety of the Lycan's arousal inside of him.

Could he handle the entire man? He didn't know, already he felt full, like his body couldn't stretch any further.

He groaned and chewed on his lip, it wouldn't be long until he came, but he was afraid to do so.

Alek'd hips moved slightly further into the man with each thrust. He pulled out of the man almost entirely before pushing back into him, holding still for a while to pump him before his hips pulled back and he thrust into him again.

"How much do you want to come?" he asked with a breathy moan.

He'd get the man begging to come even if it killed him. He was determined to.

The Lycan's tongue lapped out over his lower lip as his lips spread into a smirk, sharp teeth glinting in the low light.

Each thrust was met with a small, almost inaudible grunt, he wasn't use to this but was handling it fairly well.

His eyes narrowed as Aleksandr spoke, he wasn't obliged to answer that, he refused to.

Lycus wouldn't give Alek any other ammunition to use against him, that included begging to come, he simply wouldn't do it, he would rather go completely unsatisfied.

Alek tutted softly.

Silence. How boring.

He expected a retort of some kind.

He angled his hips then thrust them deep, smirking as he thrust against the man's prostate. He'd get him to answer that question eventually today. Another goal of his.

The Lycan's hand moved faster and more firmly around the Elf's arousal.

The Elf cried out, his body lurching in the mixture of immense pleasure and pain as the Lycan thrust into him deeper than he ever had before and hit against his prostate.

"Fuck. You." He muttered through panted breaths as he pulled on the bindings on his body.

Lycus couldn't keep the lust from his eyes as he was pumped firmly and his prostate was thrust again.

He didn't want to come, yet he did at the same time, his body wanted satisfaction but his mind wanted him to defy the Lycan.

Unfortunately his body was winning this battle and he found himself drawing closer and closer to his release.

His lips curled up into a smirk.

"You did once upon a time. Now the tables are turned."

Cruel but still amusing. How would Lycus react to being reminded that he was the submissive this time? probably not well. Oh well, he couldn't do anything in this position.

His hips continued to thrust into the man as he gave soft moans/