The water rolled over their taunt figures, their lust filled eyes gazing intently at one another. Hands caressed the tender skin, fingertips trailing to untouched paths and trembling curves. Heavy breaths melded together, a steam of fog painting tiny droplets on the tiled walls as two shaking hands sprawled across the tiles, frozen fingertips curling into the crevices as sharp gasps echoed throughout the heated room.
Sam’s head dropped like he was unable to support the weight of it. The pleasure rolled over him as the awkward noise of the plastic carrier bag covering his ankle, crinkled, splattering against the stream of water that rolled down his back.
The soaked black-headed boy was kneeling behind the trembling boy, his fierce hands harshly gripping Sam’s behind and spreading the cheeks apart as his tongue delved deeper into a slightly familiar territory. Sam inhaled sharply, his hips jerking backwards against Hunter’s face who growled, one large hand slapping against Sam’s cheek as Sam yelped out in response, stilling his hips.
“A-ah-Hu-Hunter.” Sam cried out as he rested his sweating forehead against the steamed wall. “I-It’s too m-much-ah.”
Sam’s member twitched, craving to be touched by the dominant male underneath him. Hunter’s nails dug little crescent moons into Sam’s flesh, squeezing and tolling the abused flesh of Sam’s behind, between his fingers as he circled his tongue around Sam’s rim before delving his tongue deeper, inside of Sam.
When Hunter pulled back, a small ‘pop’ following along, he stood up, his hand slamming down beside Sam’s outstretched one shaking against the wall.
He slid his hand down the smooth tiles, hand glided over Sam’s before interlocking their fingers and clutching Sam’s tightly.
He rested his forehead on the top of Sam’s head. Sam’s wet, caramel locks blurred his vision as he buried his nose in the crown of Sam’s head. Sam raised his lowered head only slightly when he felt Hunter move his head and kiss his neck, trailing his tongue up to his earlobe.
“Do you want me to wait?” Hunter whispered as he recalled Sam’s previous confession of not being ready. Sam squeezed his eyes shut as Hunter’s other hand soothed over his torso, his fingers pinching at his nipples before lowering and tauntingly grazing his fingers against Sam’s navel.
Sam clenched his teeth together, his other hand splayed against the wall turning into a fist as he leaned his forehead against the wall again before frantically shaking his head, choking out, “Put it in.”
Hunter’s eyes widened before a wolfish smirk curled upon his dark pink lips. His hand that was grazing against Sam’s navel came up to grip ferociously onto Sam’s hip, digging his fingertips into the tingling skin. Hunter’s touch left Sam breathless.
Hunter chuckled as he laid gentle kisses on the damp skin of Sam’s neck.
“You’ve changed your mind already?” He laughed softly. Sam’s cheeks lit red, embarrassed by how easily he became a mess when it came to Hunter.
Sam nodded, biting his bottom lip as he shuffled his hips impatiently, Hunte growled, hand slamming his hips into the wall as Sam yelped. Hunter’s dark green eyes fell to Sam’s behind as he kept Sam pinned against the wall, his fingertip trailing teasingly over Sam’s flushed cheek before it grazed over Sam’s hole. He slowly sunk the tip of his fingertip into Sam before he withdrew and bit at Sam’s earlobe. “I don’t know if I’m in the mood anymore.” Hunter lied, chuckling to show Sam he did not mean it in the slightest.
Sam groaned, a whimper falling from his lips as he wished Hunter would just stop torturing him. Hunter continued to caress Sam’s skin, touching every piece of skin that tingled with Hunter’s graze. Yet he never did anymore, and this drove Sam insane.
“Please.” Sam begged, his voice cracking as his eyes watered with want.
Hunter’s eyes lit up with hunger, his need to devour Sam becoming stronger and stronger as he let Sam’s hip go, his other hand still entwined with Sam’s against the wall, outstretched above Sam’s head. Sam sighed out in relief, moving his hips back off the wall as he backed up, accidentally pressing into Hunter.
A low growl rippled from Hunter’s chest as the taller boy slapped Sam’s red backside. The slap echoed through the room as Hunter closed his eyes before he looked down at Sam, his chest rising and falling as he almost fell apart then and there just from seeing how raw and fucked Sam looked.
“Sam.. you know I can’t hold back. I’m not good at being gentle.” Hunter whispered apologetically. He really was the worse person for someone to lose their virginity too since he just always lost control. He could try and be gentle with Sam but with all the noises and the faces Sam made… well it was like torture to hold back.
Sam shook his head as he reached his hand behind him, his hand brushing over Hunter’s abs before wrapping around the broad waist and pulling the larger boy towards him. “I don’t want you to be gentle.” Sam whimpered as he craved to roll his hips against Hunter but knew Hunter would smack his behind again which was throbbing too hard already. “As long as you don’t go hard at first…”
Hunter nodded, not a monster in the sense that he’d just slam into Sam and destroy him without giving the innocent, small boy a second to adjust or get into it.
Hunter bit his lip, the droplets rolling down his neck as he licked his bottom lip, his sharp canines glinting under the dim light. His hand moved away from Sam’s hand on the wall and joined his other hand in grasping Sam’s waist, he squeezed gently before saying, “Baby, I can’t fuck you standing. Your leg will give way—you’ll injure it even more.”
Sam frowned, his eyes filling with disappointment as he thought that was Hunter’s way of telling him no. However, Hunter’s warm body left him, the loneliness already clouding Sam as he heard his name being called softly. Sam turned around, hopping carefully so he didn’t pivot on his leg covered in the carrier bag.
Hunter was sitting on the rim of the bathtub, his muscular, toned back pressing against the steamed wall as his thick thighs spread apart and he patted his thigh. He smirked, his dark brow raising as if testing Sam. “You can ride me though.”
Sam gulped, his eyes falling on Hunter’s member standing tall and proud. He was scared, this he wouldn’t deny. However, Sam couldn’t deny the voice inside his head that just kept pleading with him. Hunter outstretched his arms the minute Sam nodded. He helped the limping boy straddle his lap as his hands supported Sam’s body, lifting him up with ease and sitting the smaller boy on his lap.
Sam could feel Hunter’s large beast brushing against his behind as his shaky hands were awkwardly pressed against Hunter’s stomach. He averted his eyes unsure where to look. Hunter leaned in, his slender finger lifting Sam’s chin as Sam’s eyes locked on his dark ones. He smirked softly, chuckling lowly as he guided Sam’s lips to his.
His hands trailed down to Sam’s hands against his stomach before he guided them up to his shoulders and placed them securely on his broad shoulders.
Sam clasped his shaky fingers around Hunter’s shoulders as he kissed Hunter back. The two got lost in the kiss as their tongues petted each other.
Since Hunter had previously prepared Sam before the shower and during the shower, it scared Sam to think that this was it. It was finally happening.
Hunter’s hands trailed down from Sam’s to his waist. He gripped the boy securely before lifting up with ease, his arm wrapping around Sam’s waist to keep him up, his bicep flexing under the slight strain. His other hand lingered between their bodies, grasping his member as he brushed his tip against Sam’s hole.
“Are you sure?” He asked softly. His eyes showed understanding as he pulled his lips from Sam and Sam knew if he were to just completely back out now that Hunter would not be mad. This made Sam’s heart swell as he did not answer Hunter but wrapped his arms tightly around Hunter’s neck and buried his face in Hunter’s neck.
“I don’t know what to do.” Sam whispered shyly in Hunter ear as he nuzzled his nose against the tanned skin. Hunter chuckled as he turned his head and kissed Sam’s cheek.
“I’ll guide you.” he muttered, his eyes too distracted by their bodies about to be joined as one. Sam nodded, squeezing his eyes shut as he turned and buried face into Hunter’s neck.
As Hunter slid his large member into Sam, Sam could feel the burning pressure as he felt at first as if he was being ripped apart. He hissed, fingers curling into Hunter’s skin and leaving red marks as he bit down on his lip to stop the loud cry of pain.
Hunter tried to go as slow as he could, trying to hold back his moan of pleasure at the feeling of Sam’s tight hole wrapping around him and sucking him in. He didn’t want to moan when Sam was in pain. He rubbed Sam’s back, littering his shoulder in kisses as he tried to ease himself in as gently as he could, but his large size made it difficult.
The moment Hunter hit the hilt of his member he wrapped his arms tightly around the lower section of Sam’s back, their chests touching, not an inch between them as Hunter rested his forehead against Sam’s shoulder, kissing the skin.
His fingertips drew soothing circles against the hurting boy as he tried to soothe him. Sam couldn’t get over the shock that Hunter was inside of him.
The two waited, Hunter really biting down the urge to just dominate Sam as he waited what felt like an eternity before Sam started to mumble about how he could move now.
Hunter lifted his head, his arms still wrapped tightly around Sam’s waist as he nodded. “I’ll move for us first, when you’re ready, move your hips to match mine—it’ll feel good, I promise.”
Hunter’s voice was husky and low, the passion melting through him as Sam nodded.
Hunter held on tightly to Sam as he slowly lifted his hips upwards, his thigh muscles bulging out as he used his powerful body to please the both of them.
Sam gasped out in shock the first time Hunter gently thrust inside of him. He did not feel any pleasure at the minute, but he felt the excitement of being intertwined with the person he loved.
As Hunter pivoted his hips up, a slow and steady pace, he bit his lip, his teeth sinking into the plump flesh as he held the urge to just slam his hips up at a thigh clenching speed. Sam was too shy to start moving and still felt unsure and so Hunter placed his hands on Sam’s hips, guiding the boy up and down as he continued to twist and thrust his own hips up.
Sam clutched onto Hunter, his breathing a little ragged as he tried to get used to the feeling of Hunter’s large member sliding in and out of him. He rolled his hips up and down with the guiding of Hunter’s calloused hands but soon he was feeling the pleasure bite at him from amongst the pain as he began to control his own movements.
The pain faded away as the pleasure overwhelmed the smaller boy. Hunter stopped moving his hips, sitting back with his hands on Sam’s thighs as Sam rode him. His dark smirk sent shivers through Sam as Sam sped up, his nails tearing into Hunter’s skin at his collarbones as he circled his hips, his mouth falling open.
“Oh—ah—”
Sam could barely speak, the moans falling out without being able to stop as he jumped up and down on Hunter’s lap. Hunter bit his lip, his head leaning back against the wall as he would strongly thrust his hips up into Sam every now and then. He had the dominant urge to take over and control Sam but seeing the brown-eyed boy carelessly jump up and down on his lap, crying out and scratching at his shoulders, made Hunter want to stay in this position a little longer.
Hunter leaned forward, Sam’s arms frantically clutching around Hunter’s back as Sam dragged his nails up the toned skin of Hunter’s back, leaving red stripes in its wake. “H-hu-ah—Hunter.” he whimpered down the lion’s ear who growled viciously, his head lowering to capture Sam’s pink nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the swollen nub as he slammed his hips up into Sam.
Hunter’s green eyes turned a shade darker as he thrust his hips into Sam, slamming his hips against Sam as the noises echoed through the room. He grunted lowly, his hands clawing at Sam’s behind, massaging and spreading his cheeks apart before he suddenly stopped his movements.
Sam panted, their chests rising and falling as Sam gave a whine that oozed of disappointment. “Hunter—p-please.” Sam cried out as he tried to move by himself, but Hunter slammed his hips down, pinning him down and stopping him from moving.
He panted, his breath fanning down Sam’s neck as he patted Sam’s bum as if motioning him to move. “Baby—turn around.” he panted. Sam frowned in confusion, brows furrowing but did so anyway as he awkwardly climbed off Hunter, slowly turning around before Hunter guided him back down, slowly and tauntingly easing back inside of Sam as Sam whimpered, lips pursing as he felt every inch of Hunter.
Hunter’s chest pressed into Sam’s back before his hand splayed across Sam’s back and aggressively pushed him down. Sam cried out, his hands catching himself on the bathtub edge. Sam was sitting back on Hunter’s lap, bent over so he was straddling Hunter’s lap, but his chest was pressed to Hunter’s thighs, hands holding onto the edge of the bath in front of him.
Hunter used this new position to anchor his hips up, his thick member gliding deeper into Sam before he slowly pulled back and then pounded himself into Sam. Sam yelped, fingers almost breaking through the material of the bath as his entire body couldn’t help but move against Hunter’s aggressive movements.
His entire body rocked forward and then backward, shaking as Hunter gripped Sam’s waist tighter, thrusting deep into Sam as Sam struggled to keep up with Hunter’s fast pace. Skin slapped against skin as cries and moans tumbled off of swollen lips.
Hunter soothed one hand down Sam’s back as he inhaled sharply, biting his lip, “Fuck, Sam.” he groaned out as he slammed his hips at an angle into Sam.
“Ah—uh—Hunter” Sam cried out sounding like a sob as his eyes watered. His gup was slipping as he tried to keep himself up but his whole body was under attack by the ravaging beast behind.
Black locks dipped into Hunter’s hair, dropping with droplets of steam clouded around them. The droplets rolled down Hunter’s w-line as he wrapped he kept his hand on Sam’s back, pinning him down as he thrust mercilessly up into Sam.
He threw back his head, his black locks sprawling around him and framing his sculpted face as his face twisted up into an expression of pleasure. His dark, plump lips were bitten almost raw by his sharp canines. His eyes would flutter closed for a second only to slam open as he didn’t dare to miss a second of watching the boy below him.
Sam’s whimper and cries spurred Hunter on who couldn’t stop even if he wanted too. He released his urges he had held back all this time as he slid himself in and out of Sam, leaving the boy a weak mess as a pleasured sob fell from Sam’s swollen lips.
Sam arched his back, gripping onto the edge as he tried to pull himself up just a little, so his chest was flat on Hunter’s thighs. He threw back his head, crying out as he moaned loudly. Hunter wrapped his arm around Sam’s waist, his hand smoothing against Sam’s stomach as he lowered his head, biting, kissing and sucking on the red skin of Sam’s back.
Whilst Sam’s back was being littered with even more hickey’s, Hunter’s back had long, red scrapes of Sam’s nails painted down his back.
The two were a tainted mess as they unleashed their hidden desires.
“F-ah-uh-Hu-Hunter.” Sam cried out as his eyes began to water, his toes curling. “I-I can’t-ah—”
Hunter pounded faster into Sam, the filthy noises spurring on the hot mess as Hunter growled. “W-wait. I’m close, baby.” he panted.
Sam nodded, his fingers curling into the edge as he tried to hold on as best as he could, but he could feel it approaching. The coil in his stomach started to get tighter as he moaned repeatedly.
“Fuck! Baby!” Hunter groaned, burying his head into Sam’s back that couldn’t remain still due to Hunter’s chaotic movements.
Hunter slammed himself into Sam, thrusting deeply into him as the two moaned. Sam crying out as Hunter grunted lowly. The two fell to pieces, releasing their pleasure as Hunter continued to ride out his high with a few final thrusts, panting as he carefully pulled out of Sam.
Sam’s body gave in, exhausted and battered as he fell limp against Hunter who chuckled, panting.
His large hand spanned Sam’s back, rubbing as he watched the tired boy use him as support. Hunter glanced down to see his liquids slowly dripping out of Sam and rolling down his flushed skin as he felt a sense of pride at claiming what was his.
He patted Sam’s back, chuckling gently as he grabbed a damp cloth to help wipe Sam down.
As the next day rolled by it was plainly obvious to students and teachers around that Hunter was in a good mood all the time. Although he did not go around smiling and skipping with hearts in his eyes, he refrained from slamming heads into tables and so that was a sure sign that the lion had become tamed.
The two had spent the night asleep in the same bed, bodies intertwined as Sam ignored the throbbing in his behind and cuddled closer to the supposedly cold boy. Hunter would sleepily sling his arm over Sam’s small frame, his black locks ruffling against Sam’s cheek as he nuzzled his head against the warm skin of Sam’s forehead.
Sam was completely out of it. He was exhausted and aching in every curve of his body. Hunter laid beside him with a cheeky smirk on his face, a satisfied grin. Until he would feel Sam accidentally rub against him in the night and he became hungry all over again.
Sam lost track of how many times they became lost in pleasure that night.
Whenever Sam thought Hunter was finally fully satisfied, that he had enough, Hunter would just devour him all over again.
Hunter roamed down the hall after finishing up his classes. His body was growing excited, his heart pounding thickly against his chest as he was almost like a wild animal waiting to pounce. He knew Sam was lying in bed, naked, waiting for him.
Hunter also knew he should probably let Sam be and just sleep since Sam was supposed to be resting because of his leg and the fact that Sam was still exhausted from Hunter’s nightly exercises.
As Hunter neared the dom door ready to enter he heard a voice all out his name. Turning his head he saw the pink headed boy grinning at him with his arm around Kay.
“Hey—Hunter” Happy called out as he walked up to Hunter. His usual cheerful face met Hunter’s as Hunter stared at him blankly, waiting for him to speak. Hunter’s eyes fell to the pink tuffs on his head, how Kay kept looking up at them proudly. They reminded Hunter of bubble gum and even though it was such a ridiculously bright colour, he couldn’t help but silently agree that it suited the chirpy boy.
“How’s Sam doing?” Kay blurted out before Happy could tell Hunter what he needed too. Hunter looked over at Kay and if Kay wasn’t being cradled by a clingy Happy, Hunter would have narrowed his dark green eyes and bit, “Why are you asking about, Bambi? What’s it to you? He’s not yours” Instead, Hunter, with a tone of boredom as he would much rather be on the opposite side of the dorm door by now, turned to Kay.
“He’s resting.” His tone was blank as usual but the cold snap in it no longer resided there—this the two noticed easily.
“Ah—yeah his leg. He can’t walk because of his leg?” Happy winced as he recalled Mr Hornton telling them class who went on the camping trip about his leg.
Hunter nodded before stating openly, “That and his ass.”
Kay blinked as Hunter went to go inside, shocked but slightly amused yet also worried for Sam’s small rear. Happy snapped out of his daze as he took his arm off of Kay’s shoulder to grasp Hunter’s arm.
Hunter stopped, eyes falling to the hand clasped around him as Happy let go with an apologetic smile. “Sorry.” He said before he wrapped his arm back around Kay. “Coach wants to see you. Dunno what it’s about. Some kid told me that the coach wants to see you in the hall”
Hunter rolled his eyes as he continued turning the handle about to go in. He couldn’t care less who wanted to see him, not when Sam was sprawled naked on his bed.
“Apparently, it’s about Sam?” Kay shrugged, and this caught Hunter’s attention. Hunter sighed, a pissed expression falling on his face, but he nodded anyway and reluctantly made his way to the sports hall.
As Hunter arrived at the sports hall he stopped in the middle of it, the cold air wrapping around his muscular form as he glanced around with cold eyes. The coach wasn’t anywhere to be seen—the hall was completely empty.
Hunter swivelled on his feet, hands buried in his pockets as he turned to leave only to hear the sound of something sharp clunking against the floor. Craning. his head slightly, Hunter glanced colly over his shoulder as he saw, from the corner of his eye, a boy holding a baseball bat, hitting it off the floor as it ricocheted up.
With a bored expression, Hunter exhaled slowly as if this was only burdening. him. He turned around, hands still buried in his pockets as he blinked slowly, almost yawning. The boy sneered at Hunter, clunking the bat to try and intimidate the king of the school as Hunter watched him with a tilted head.
“I heard from someone that you’re a fag.” The boy grinned sickly.
Hunter said nothing as he just continued to stare at the boy whose jaunted collar bone poked out from his messy, creased shirt.
Around him, one by one, others started to come out of shadows, moving from behind benches as the doors to the hall were closed. Hunter was completely surrounded, a circle of snarling wolves surrounding the lion as they all clutched some sort of weapon—a bat, a steel pipe…
At first Hunter had not been bothered nor affected, however, even he could not act so carefree when he was now surrounded by at least twenty students all holding a weapon of some sort.
They circled in on him as Hunter shifted his hands out of his pockets, his stance slowly slipping into one about to fight as he narrowed his dangerous eyes at them all. Glancing around he saw that it was mostly class B. The ones who were not on the camping trip as that was class B.
A lot of them looked beefy or large, a few hold muscles but one as muscular as Hunter, yet that wouldn’t matter so much when you’re surrounded by a whole pack.
Hunter gritted his teeth as they all stepped closer towards him.
The boy who had first appeared smirked darkly as he slapped the bat into his palm.
“Shall we…”
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