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Entry tags: | adrian, ky |
But Who Let's You Rest?
Who: Ky / Adrian
Setting: Ky's room
Warning: NSFW
As soon as Ky had called him, Adrian had jumped into action and it took him only a few hours to get back to the pack house, arms full of provisions from New Orleans. Groceries, candles in case of a blackout, first aid kit, just pretty much anything he could grab at the nearest store that felt important enough to have doubles of. He dutifully helped Ky with what he needed, whatever it was, and after the new wolf-guy was in settled in the basement and all the other wolves were accounted for, he’d shepherded Ky up to his room while purposefully ignoring any pushback Ky might have. He needed to take care of himself and Adrian was going to force him to do that even if Ky protested.
He’d been able to sneak away and had lit candles in Ky’s room, pulled the curtains closed, and had set up a small assortment of snacks and alcohol on the top of a dresser so that there was really no need for Ky to head out of the room right away. Once the door was closed and it was just the two of them, Adrian closed the distance between them and simply wrapped Ky up in his arms in silence.
“What is all…” Ky started then Adrian was there holding on to him and he felt himself sigh into that touch, like that was what his body was waiting for. The guy in his basement, the near deaths of several of his pack. Even he had a healing bullet wound in his his hip, something that at this point and in this form looked like a healing scar, but it had still fucking hurt when it ripped through his haunch.
“I’m sorry,” he said after a moment, pulling back enough to look up at Adrian, forever amazed by the fact that this man was so much taller than him. He cupped Adrian’s cheeks and drew him down and into a kiss. “I wish this was easier.”
Happily, Adrian leaned down into the kiss and pulled Ky back against him again as he drew it out a tad longer than just a normal one. “Why are you apologizing?” Adrian asked, true confusion on his features. “You don’t have to worry about this, remember?” He asked, meaning the two of them. “Behind the door, it’s about you. The pack will be there. If it’s an emergency they’ll let you know, but they’re all strong; capable. You lead them well, but you need a break sometimes. Everyone does.”
Ky brushed his thumb over the line between Adrian’s eyebrows when he looked confused like that. “Because it always feels like it’s something and I just want a chance to kiss you and not be interrupted by some crisis.” Adrian was right though. His pack was fine and they would manage for a few hours. He sighed and nodded. “I know. I just keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
The ridges in Adrian’s temple wrinkled again, but this time from a raised eyebrow as he leaned down to plant a fleeting kiss on Ky’s beautiful, full lips. “Well,” He started, guiding Ky back toward the bed so he could sit and Adrian could kneel before him, fingers beginning to deftly untie Ky’s laces. “Why don’t we just take it off instead?”
Ky almost pulled Adrian into the bed with him, but then Adrian was on his knees and Ky’s mind spun for a moment. But then Adrian made that joke and he had to laugh, tugging at Adrian’s shirt to drag him up to kiss him again. “You’re ridiculous,” he murmured against his lips.
Grinning up at him, Adrian followed the tug until he’d pushed Ky back onto the bed, one arm holding himself up above the other man so he could deepen the kiss. He kept at it, feeling the ache just being this close to him stirred up in him. “You still need to take those shoes off.”
“Funny,” Ky murmured, pulling at Adrian’s shirt. “I feel the same way about this shirt of yours.” He did manage to toe out of his shoes while his fingers chased skin, wanting to touch, to see more of Adrian than he’d had a chance to yet.
Adrian pulled back long enough to rid himself of his shirt and then a little more, hands drifting down to Ky’s waist again to start undoing his pants. Adrian wasn’t the kind of guy who stared at himself in the mirror, but he was overall happy with his appearance - just enough chest hair, in his opinion, and a few tattoos smattered on his skin that would stay hidden under his shirt on just under his own waistband. “Better?”
“Much,” Ky said on a breath, because it was much, much better. Adrian was the kind of elegantly good looking that opened doors. That made people turn their heads. Ky had never been that kind of guy, but he’d lusted after a few of them. And damn if he didn’t have a type. He traced his fingers over that light dusting of hair, a few of the tattoos, then pushed at Adrian’s shoulder to flip them with ease. He was shorter, smaller, but he was much stronger. Straddled over Adrian, he pulled at his shirt, yanking it off and tossing it aside. He dropped his head to kiss along Adrian’s jaw, running his tongue along the pulse in his neck. “Now you can tell me what you like.”
Woah. Within moments he was on his back, staring up at Ky who looked godlike with the warm light of the room bouncing off his skin. It wasn’t like Adrian had a specific preference but it had been a while since he’d been under someone and he was positive it had never felt like this before. Still, this was supposed to be about Ky and he was about to protest, a word even starting in his throat but that was before Ky licked him and he just open-mouth moaned at the sensation.
Not a hint of embarrassment in his voice or his features, Adrian reached up to pull Ky into a harder kiss. “You’re supposed to be here,” He said, meaning the bed. “You do so much for everyone else, you sure you don’t want to switch?”
Ky liked that noise and wanted more, but then Adrian was kissing him and he was more than fine with that as well. He slid his hands up Adrian’s sides before planting a hand either side of his head. “Is this your way of telling me you’d rather top?” he asked, honest in the question. They hadn’t talked about it, not really. They were drawn to each other and Ky was flexible, he just hadn’t had a lot of guys who wanted that. They wanted to be handled and held and he was more than fine with giving them that. But he wanted to know up front what Adrian liked. How he liked it. How he wanted to be touched. Because Adrian was the first guy in a long time that would know, that wasn’t a precious virgin asking to be shown the ropes.
With Ky’s hands on either side of his head, Adrian couldn’t help but grin. “Damn you make it hard to focus,” He answered honestly. “Not necessarily. I’m good at both.” Adrian let those words sit there for a moment before he continued. “But I want to know all parts of you. Does an Alpha ever need to be taken care of?” Ky was absolutely the first werewolf he’d ever been with so Adrian, while game, wasn’t sure how that impacted things like preference.
Good at both. That was definitely good to know. “Wouldn’t know.” He wanted to say that Adrian was the first guy in his bed since then, but the startling memory of Sterling came back and he definitely wasn’t going to call that anything. It was just…well something to be locked away. “I do know that I like both. I just tend to date guys who always want me to be in control.”
“But is that what you want?” Adrian asked, keeping his focus on Ky. He was just as focused on this conversation as he had been earlier when trying to get rid of Ky’s shoes because it was just as, if not more, important. “What I want to do most right now is help you turn your brain off.”
“Sometimes it is,” Ky said, ducking his head and nosing at Adrian’s jaw before kissing him. “Sometimes not.” He pulled back to look at Adrian again. “Being with you does that. I don’t care who fucks who as long as you keep making those sounds and I can put my hands all over your skin.”
“Noted,” He answered and reached again for Ky to drag him into a feverish kiss. He was aching for the other man already and was very aware that it would be clear to Ky too from his position on top of him. “How about this - you show me your alpha and I’ll show you mine after.”
Ky was aware. He could feel it. He was in the same boat. He reached between them and undid Adrian’s pants while answering that kiss, nodding against his head. “Mine then yours.” He pushed at Adrian’s jeans, capturing his lips in another kiss. “Can you keep up?” he teased, getting his fingers into Adrain’s briefs, groaning at those tiny things. He definitely was going to need a show of those later, but he had other things in mind at the moment.
Adrian worked with Ky’s movements, slinking out of his jeans and briefs enough for his cock to bob up and into Ky’s hands. He couldn’t help the moan that came from him, but he knew from experience that he wasn’t exactly the quietest when it came to this. “Guess we’ll find out,” He answered Ky, reaching out to plant his hand on the back of Ky’s neck and pull him harder into the kiss, ending it with a nip to Ky’s gorgeous bottom lip.
Ky couldn’t stop his own noise, not quite a moan, but definitely an appreciative sound at the feel of Adrian in his hands, hard and heavy. He had an urge to sink down and take him in his mouth, but then Adrian was pulling him into a kiss and Ky went with that instead. He gave Adrian a few strokes, running his thumb over the head of his cock with each one, groaning into that kiss. He liked that Adrian wasn’t quiet, that he voiced his emotions. That he liked being touched. That he wanted to be touched. He made it two more strokes before he wanted more, lifting up and off of Adrian, pulling his jeans and briefs all the way off before reaching into the nightstand for supplies. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he said, taking in all of Adrian, spread out on his bed.
Adrian could already tell it was going to be very difficult to open this bedroom door back up again. All he wanted was to pull Ky back to him and let them both get lost in the infinity of the moment of Ky touching him. He exhaled hard when Ky left him, feeling the color start to tinge his cheeks as he turned to face Ky again. With the other man right there, tantalizingly close, all Adrian had to do was scoot just a bit to the edge of the bed, tug at his jeans, and lean in to take Ky into his mouth without hesitation.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Ky let out a low moan with a hint of a growl to it, eyes falling shut. Thank god for ruining one too many pairs of boxers that Ky didn’t usually bother with them when he was around the house and more likely to shift for fun than anything else. It was a double edged sword to give Adrian that much access, because from one side of things, it was amazing. He’d never been with someone so confident, so sure of what he was doing and damn he was good. On the other side, Ky was pretty sure he was going to lose his head right here, before they even got to anything. He dropped the lube and condoms on the bed in favor of lacing his fingers through Adrian’s curls and holding on for dear life. After a moment he forced his eyes open to watch Adrian’s gorgeous mouth around his dick before he had to use the hand in Adrian’s hair to guide him back and off of him. “Fuck, damn, you’re amazing, but you have to…” He let out a breath and climbed back on the bed and over Adrian. “Or this is going to be insanely short.”
Of the many things Adrian was excited for Ky to learn about him, his oral fixation was at the top of his list. Maybe it was a habit he’d picked up from his music, just mumbling lyrics to himself as he went about his day; maybe he just liked the reaction he could give someone with his lips, whatever it was it made Adrian pout his wet lips a little when Ky moved. It only lasted a moment, though, before Ky was over him again and he leaned in to take a long, indulgent lick to Ky’s neck like he had for Adrian earlier. “What if that was my plan all along?”
“To rush this? Don’t you dare.” Ky groaned at the attention to his neck. “Or if you mean to suck me off until I can’t see straight, there’s time for that later. You promised me this ass,” he said as he slid his hand under Adrian to grab the aforementioned body part and use his strength to urge Adrian on to his stomach. “And I intend to take it.”
In the past he’d been an equal opportunity lover, but there was something magical about the combination of Ky’s appearance and the sheer power underneath it. In a split second, he went from staring up at Ky to facing the pillows on the bed and Adrian could only turn his head and grin at the gorgeous man behind him. “Then mark me. I’m yours.”
Mark me. It was like Adrian knew without knowing. Ky wondered if he’d been with other non-humans before, but the expanse of pale skin was a far more pressing matter at hand. Ky brushed his fingers over the branch tattoo on the back of Adrian’s neck before drawing them down in his back along his spine, chasing the touch with his mouth. “Anything you don’t like?” he asked, dipping his tongue into the cleft of Adrian’s ass.
“How could that even be possible?” Adrian asked but his voice broke when he felt Ky’s tongue and it was all he could do to press his forehead into the bed as a low moan pulled from his throat. He could feel that all the way through him, but it ached in his cock, making it twitch as Adrian arched his back, shifted onto his knees, and brought his hips up closer as an invitation for Ky to do whatever came to mind.
Considering everything Ky had been through with Matt, he had a very real idea of how it could be possible. He loved that Adrian moved to his knees, knowing what to do and just how to do it. He drug his thumb over Adrian’s hole, then followed with his tongue, groaning against his skin. Adrian’s scent was heady without being this close, but this close it was intoxicating. What he wanted now was to drag more of those sounds out of Adrian and was determined to rim him until he was shaking.
Head pressed into the mattress, Adrian’s curls flopped forward to show more of his neck tattoo and the more Ky worked, the more of a puddle Adrian became. He’d lost the concept of time somewhere back when they were both clothed, so he wasn’t sure how long it took to get him panting but Ky was hitting every button and all Adrian could really do was just luxuriate in the shaking, dripping mess he’d become, completely unaware of the precum forming on the head of his cock. “Fuck,” He let out in a long, muffled drawl, clenching his hands around the sheet on the bed.
Damn if Ky didn’t love that. When Adrian was a shaking swearing mess, he swapped his tongue for a lubed finger, moving his mouth to Adrian’s lower back as he started to open Adrian up. “You’re fucking gorgeous like this,” he murmured, teeth raking against Adrian’s hip. “And tight. Fuck you’re going to be amazing.”
He wanted to be good for Ky and not reach down to wrap his hand around himself, but damn it was so hard to stop himself. His left hand inched down toward his hips, stalling halfway there in an attempt to not rush things. To let Ky play and to live in the heady high he produced in Adrian. But even the good boy in Adrian couldn’t stop his hips from pushing back onto Ky’s finger in a desperate attempt to get him to do more - move faster or add another finger - anything to spur this along just a little.
Ky could pick up that message and Adrian’s wandering hand, so he gave him more, another finger, spreading him open. “Tell me when you’re ready,” he murmured, not sure if he would make it himself, but fuck he was going to try.
“Way past ready,” Adrian groaned out, breath hitching as Ky pushed in another finger. He was about ready to crawl up the wall, or at least buck the good guy out of his mind and just swat Ky’s hand away to position the other man where he wanted him. “Now,” He said, but it sounded needier than he expected; more of a question.
Ky didn’t need to be told twice. He reached for a condom with one hand, trying to keep that contact with Adrian as long as possible, even if his hand was shaking as he rolled it down his already leaking cock. He smoothed his hand down Adrian’s lower back, holding him steady as he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with himself, nudging in, not wanting to rush and hurt him, but at the same time desperate to sink fully into him.
Later, Adrian would remember what Ky did, keeping contact with him for as long as possible, and file it away for future use because that was hot. Like pulsing cock, animalistic kind of hot. None of his other lovers had done that before and it made Adrian feel like Ky couldn’t bear to not touch him; like he was Ky’s beloved possession and all he wanted was to be pliant for the other man.
Head down, his dark curls brushing against the bed and his branch tattoo on display, Adrian instantly pushed back on Ky to take him deeper as an open-mouthed moan filled the room.
Ky felt his entire world stutter when Adrian pushed back and he sunk all the way in, hips right up against Adrian’s ass. “You’re perfect.” It slipped out of his mouth as he ran a hand down Adrian’s back, as far as he could reach, curling over him. Ky wasn’t a big guy and he’d been with only a couple of guys before this, but never like this. Never watching himself sink into someone else as he pulled back, hands gripping Adrian’s hips before thrusting forward and starting a rhythm. He didn’t have any inclination that this would be a marathon, but he wanted Adrian with him to feel good and make more of those amazing sounds. And he knew he was talking, not sure what he was saying beyond compliments and how good Adrian felt and urging him to be loud.
The heat of their bodies together was intoxicating, each movement spurring Adrian closer to the edge. He’d wanted to do this with Ky from the first day he’d met him, though Adrian knew first hand that delayed satisfaction was some of the most delicious around and this was a perfect example of it. Ky was impeccable, his hands roaming Adrian’s body as the brunette chased him with each withdrawal, grinding his ass back against Ky each time. His eyes were half-lidded, hot puffs of breath escaping with involuntary groans at a particularly strong thrust from Ky, and he could feel that coil about to break. “Don’t…hold back…”
Ky groaned himself, the wolf in him desperate for more. He itched to really not hold back, but Adrian was human and Ky was all too aware that he could very well hurt him. Still, that didn’t stop Ky from gripping Adrian’s hips hard with one hand and wrap the other around Adrian’s thigh to open him up wider. He thrust harder, leaning forward to change the angle and drag his teeth along Adrian’s back. Not enough to scratch or bite, but there, the presence of it. “Are you gonna cum for me?” he asked, circling Adrian’s cock with his hand and squeezing the base to hold off his release just a little longer.
The sound that Adrian made when Ky cut him off. He'd never heard himself do it before but it was like a mewling. He'd been closer than he'd thought and between Ky's marks on his skin and his hand around Adrian, it was all he could do to keep from bucking against the other man. It hit a part of him that made his ears ring and he reached up with his right arm to grab at whatever part of Ky was nearest him, his thighs shaking under him. "Yes!"
That sound was music to Ky’s ears, desperate and needy and he loved hearing it. He shifted so that Adrian could get a hand on him, leaning over his back and pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades before he shifted. “Do it,” he ordered, starting his thrusts again and moving his hand in time stroking Adrian with each one.
Underneath him, Adrian shook hard, a moan on the end of each thrust and every pull but he was far too far gone to have any recognition of them. The second Ky had released him, ordered him even, Adrian was gone. He gasped in a big breath, gripping hard onto Ky’s shoulder as his body jolted after his cock and his vision whited out.
Ky felt it, every moment of it, when Adrian spilled over his hand, when he clenched around Ky’s cock and pulled a gasp out of Ky himself. He thrust harder, milking Adrian through the last of it before he buried deep and came hard.
Before too long, Adrian collapsed onto the bed but had to roll onto his side to avoid the extra sensitivity underneath him. But he felt like he was glowing just the same; he'd been reduced to a panting, beaming mess of a man who was now pretty sure that he was never leaving Ky's bed again.
Ky was just as breathless, but he sat back on his heels. He made sure he had Adrian’s eyes before raising his hand to lick at the cum that coated his palm, humming at the taste, the scent, all of it. He looked at Adrian who was gorgeous before, but now, he looked amazing and he was all Ky’s. In Ky’s bed, happy, and looking gloriously ravaged. Ky took a second to clean himself up before he crawled over Adrian to kiss him, deep and slow. He wrapped his arms around Adrian and teased his fingers along the cleft of his ass. “Next time, I want to come on you,” he murmured, fingers indicating just where.
If he’d had the energy, the way Ky stared at him while he licked his hand would have made him cum again but instead he just echoed the ache of his cock twitching with a muffled moan in his throat. Even when Ky moved to focus on cleaning, Adrian just kept staring at him - gorgeous, powerful, loving but in control. He was even more pliant now than earlier, accepting the taste of himself and the feel of Ky’s tongue deeply, clinging to the other man to shift and give his fingers more space.
His cock bobbed again at the thought of this different type of marking and he could feel his mouth water from just the idea of it. “Anywhere you want,” Adrian promised, fingers drawing along Ky’s arm to his shoulder and over his neck. “…I gotta say, my alpha is not the same as yours,” He added after a minute, just long enough to clear his head and get the words out.
Ky could stay here forever, wrapped up in Adrian. There was work waiting outside that door, but this was definitely his safe haven. He drew his fingers down Adrian’s chest, his hips, then lazily along his length. “Trust me. It’ll be better.” As much as he was eager to mark up Adrian, he was just as eager to take him, every inch of him.
Adrian took in a sharp inhale at Ky’s lazy fingers but couldn’t stop from beaming a laugh at Ky as his hips chased the sensation. “I think I need to rest up first,” He admitted, for the first time feeling a touch embarrassed by that. He wanted to see Ky like this, spent and staring up at him because of something Adrian had done, but his body still felt like Jell-o and he needed that not to be the case when they switched places.
Ky grinned, leaning in to lick his way along Adrian’s neck before burying his nose at the base of his jaw and breathing in his scent. “Does this mean you don’t want me to go down on you?” he asked, voice low. He liked that, that he’d worn Adrian out.
”Fuck,” Adrian whispered, pressing his head against Ky’s as he bucked his hips along the other man’s thigh again with another gasp. It sounded just so luxurious, so much like a fantasy he’d had for too long that he instinctively nodded. “Yeah, I really do… if my alpha thinks I can handle it.”
Ky leaned back so he could see Adrian. He kissed him slowly, then leaned back. “I’ll take care of you,” he murmured, then moved down his chest, his stomach, then his hips. He gave Adrian a few light strokes, before running his tongue up the underside of his cock.
And Adrian, gripping the sheets hard as his hips automatically lifted to chase Ky with each touch of his tongue, prepared himself for a very long night.
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He had no clue what time of day it was when he woke. If Adrian was honest, he had to take a minute to really place himself in Ky’s room again because he was almost positive that he’d been dreaming. But as he moved, he felt the beautiful, aching soreness in his body, the tender spots on his skin still delightfully sensitive, and all he could do was stretch just to settle back into the sheets.
Ky was close enough to feel Adrian move, groaning softly before rolling closer to Adrian and kissing his shoulder. He wasn’t as sore, but that was being a werewolf. He wouldn’t have marks on his skin, regardless of how dark it was, because they’d heal too quickly. He moved his kisses to Adrian’s collarbone. “Good morning,” he said against his skin.
“It’s morning?” Adrian asked, but he had to clear his throat after. It felt like sweet nothing in terms of time and he pushed back against the thought of morning until he realized that morning had breakfast. “Pancakes…”
Ky squinted at the sun hitting his window and shrugged. “Mostly.” It was probably closer to noon than morning, but it was fine. They’d had a long night. “Hungry?” he asked, assuming that was the case if Adrian was bringing up food. “Orrrr…we could shower first?”
He leaned into Ky’s body, fingers sleepily trailing up and down Ky’s back. “You’re gonna have to carry me to breakfast,” Adrian warned, but couldn’t stop the grin from forming as he drew Ky in to press a kiss to his head because it was the closest thing to him.
Ky arched into the touches, but pulled back enough to kiss Adrian properly. “Alright. How about I make you breakfast, then we shower. We can see how well you’re walking now and go from there.” Because there was a very good chance that after getting fucked twice Adrian was more than a little sore.
"I'm impressed you can even move," Adrian said, dreamy eyes looking to take in Ky with appreciation now that he was more awake. And then he grinned, bubbles of dopamine all around him as he leaned in to kiss Ky. "So pleased with yourself, aren't you?" he teased.
“Werewolf,” Ky said with a shrug. “I also don’t get drunk so it is what it is.” He did grin, leaning into Adrian to nod against his head. “Unbelievably.” Which was a new feeling for Ky. It was the first time in a while he’d had sex and not felt strange after. Even with JJ he’d felt like he didn’t deserve to be that guy for him, which he hadn’t. But it was easy with Adrian. Easy to feel good about things between them, feel ready for more without shame. He pressed a quick kiss to Adrian’s jaw then got up, grabbing his jeans and pulling them on before picking up the mess of wrappers and tissues to throw them away.
Adrian felt like he was slogging behind Ky as he pushed himself up to sit and lean against the back of the bed. “Well, I feel drunk enough for both of us,” He added, eyes still soft and twinkling as he took in Ky. Even just mundane things like this, cleaning up, Adrian was happy he got to just adore the sight of Ky for a little longer.
“Also gonna guess that everyone else here knows exactly what we did last night,” Adrian mused, thinking back to that mention of werewolf again. He wasn’t embarrassed by it at all on the contrary, he was wondering if they’d get a round of applause instead. It was clear how much the pack loved Ky so maybe the house might smell an awful lot like the two of them at the moment, but that might not be a bad thing.
“Good drunk?” he asked, sitting back on the edge of the bed. He nodded. “Anyone who stayed here. Blaize sound proofed the walls a few years back, but you were loud.” He didn’t seem bothered by it either. Proud of it actually. “You want to sit here or are you good to come downstairs?”
Grinning, Adrian scooted to the edge of the bed to sit beside Ky and pressed a kiss to his temple. “And miss a chance to watch you cook? Nope, I’m coming downstairs too.” And if they all already knew, what was there to hide from? He’d rather gaze on Ky in the kitchen than wait up here alone.