Copyright © 2006 Kay Derwydd
All rights reserved, Freya's Bower.
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The dogs were barking wildly before Zach got the keys out of his pocket. Looking back at Nate, he grinned.
"You think they missed us?"
Nate chuckled and made a good bit of racket with the grocery bags in his hands, sending the dogs on the other side of the door into fits. Zach rolled his eyes and shook his head, laughing as he unlocked the door and pushed it open. Four furry, wiggling bodies assaulted them before they made it over the threshold. Zach crowded the dogs back into the house and Nate followed behind, closing the door.
Thor, the oldest and largest of the pack of four Alaskan Huskies, sat down in the doorway to the kitchen, looking smug. Zach stopped and looked over at his lover, who was herding the others into the living room with promises of treats.
"Hey, Nate. Call Thor, will you? He's being stubborn again."
Nate whistled, the sound shrill and loud. Thor snorted and brushed past Zach, heading into the living room to curl up on the couch with Nate. Zach grinned; without a doubt, the dog knew who his owner was. As Nate scratched one thick-furred neck after another, Zach started putting away the groceries. A few minutes later, a rustle of plastic bags came from behind him and then two strong, thick-muscled arms were sliding around his waist. Nate dropped a kiss to the side of his neck and nuzzled below Zach's left ear.
"Should we give them the bones now," Zach asked him, "or wait?"
"Now."
Zach shivered as Nate nipped his neck. The man's teeth were a bit sharper than most people's, but Zach didn't care, not when Nate could drive him to the edge every time with a few well-placed nibbles. One of Nate's hands drifted lower, cupping Zach through his jeans, fingers wrapping around the hardness beneath the denim. Nate's voice was deep and rich, reminding Zach of a fine wine, aged perfectly.
"I'll be waiting in the bedroom." The warmth of Nate's body disappeared and Zach shivered in its absence.
"Yeah. Dog bones."
Finally composing himself enough to think somewhat clearly, Zach pulled out four huge, basted beef bones wrapped in plastic. He stripped the thick plastic off of them and carried all four into the living room. The dogs were lounging, but all four heads popped up when Zach set the bones down in a line in front of the television.
"Now, boys," he said, eyeing each Husky in turn. "Nate and I are going to be busy for a while. Eat your bones and behave." He turned the television on to the Animal Planet and took one last glance at the dogs still sitting in place. "Dinner time!"
Within seconds, four powerful bodies lunged for the bones, each one disappearing into a gray and white muzzle as the dogs got resettled and started gnawing and licking, tails slapping the couch and floor. Zach headed for the bedroom, knowing something more delicious waited for him there. Six years and he still felt the breathless rush of pure desire, the thrill of being under Nate's command for a time; and although there were times when he thought to turn the tables, tonight was not one of those nights. Tonight, he wanted Nate to take over, to drive them both into raving need and eventual release.
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Copyright © 2006 Kay Derwydd
All rights reserved, Freya's Bower.
Dinner was anything but relaxing. Every time he moved, lightning rocketed up Nate's spine as the plug shifted inside him. He knew Zach had a cruel streak, but good Lord, he hadn't quite expected the plug bit. Although, in retrospect, he figured he probably should have--he'd used it on Zach enough times in the past.
They finished dinner on the back porch, Zach lounging on one of the reclining lawn chairs as Nate stood, hip against the railing as he ate and watched the dogs playing in the backyard. He could only sit for a few minutes at a time before he became uncomfortable and would have to shift. When he did, the plug would shift inside him and drive him up the wall.
Setting his plate on the deck table, he bit at his bottom lip, eyeing Zach hopefully. "So, I can take this thing out now, right?"
Zach snorted and finished his beer, setting the empty bottle and his plate beside Nate's. Then he stood and turned Nate around to face the backyard. Without so much as a word, he undid Nate's jeans and then slid a hand down the back of them.
"Zach...what are you doing?" Nate's fingers curled tightly to the railing and he prayed no one could see them. For the first time, he appreciated Zach's appeal for a privacy fence instead of the chain link fence surrounding their backyard. As Zach gripped the base of the plug and gave the toy a firm jiggle, Nate make a quick mental note to check on prices for privacy fences.
"I could make you come," Zach whispered in his ear, tongue flicking the edge. "Right here, like this..."
Nate's breath caught in his throat as Zach pulled and pushed on the plug, sliding the toy in and out as much as his jeans would allow. The sensations rocked him, singing along every one of Nate's nerves and leaving him shaking and breathless. When he started rocking back, meeting every move of the plug, Zach stopped. Nate damn near whimpered, head landing on the railing with a thud.
"You're...trying...to kill me," he panted, body still working the plug. He rotated his hips, then pressed back against Zach, needing some sort of friction before he lost his mind.
"I want the wolf, Nate."
Startled, Nate rose up and turned around, meeting Zach's eyes. "What?"
"I...want...the wolf," Zach repeated, crowding Nate back against the railing. "I want to know what it's like."
"What it's like?" Nate licked at his lips absently, eyes never leaving Zach's. "You want...me to change?"
"I want both of us to change, at least halfway. Can we?"
Nate nodded slowly. "Yeah..." Pushing Zach backward toward the door, he added, "In the house."