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The world - as far as Peter was concerned - was a better place for werewolves being out in the open. It wasn’t like he didn’t like hiding, let’s be honest, the shadows were always his element, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy the limelight on occasion.
Nowadays, being a werewolf was more or less like being at least a minor celebrity. But, as much as human society was obsessed with them, there were still things they didn’t know, that not even every ‘wolf knew; long forgotten arts of the weres’ that only a few lucky ones had access to - and talent for.
Like, for example, the ability to take someone’s free will away.
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Peter saw him on a Saturday night. He was just out for a stroll - the moon close to full making him antsy - when he saw a group of twenty-somethings stumble out of a bar. Usually he wouldn’t have paid them any attention, but one of them - a tall, thin little thing - smelled so good that his gums started itching with the need to bite.
He stayed out of sight, but watched as they laughed, talking loudly about something he had no interest in. It didn’t take long for them to part, the one he wanted heading for the train station.
Peter followed.
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He caught up before the boy could get there. The closer he got, the more Peter wanted to take, to make him his own any way he could. It was only natural to do it the easiest, most throughout way possible.
He was pretty sure the boy didn’t even realize what happened - one minute, he was walking down the empty, dark street, and the next he was dragged into a dirty alley and there were claws embedded into the back of his neck.
Peter was ready, he caught the boy before he could fall, eyes burning blue as he concentrated. He didn’t think about it too much, just let his instincts take over.
“What’s your name?” he asked, after pulling his hand back. The kid’s eyes fluttered open, pupils blown, eyes glazed over. He fell to his knees, whining high in his throat as he palmed Peter’s crotch in what could only be called desperation.
Peter snorted, well... They could have a chat later.
Peter opened his pants when it became obvious that the boy was too crazed to coordinate the simple task. By the time his cock was pulled out, he was already hard.
His ears drank up the sounds the boy made. He was a vocal one, but Peter couldn’t hear anyone approaching in a mile, so it was okay. The dumb little thing could moan and groan to his heart’s content.
The boy didn’t waste time, as soon as his eyes fell on Peter’s dick, his mouth fell open - pink little tongue peaking out - and then he was on it, sloppily kissing the head, running his lips all over it with a blissed out look on his face.
Peter leaned back against the wall of the alley, parting his legs a bit to give better access.
“That’s right, baby, suck me off,” he growled, his wolf a bit calmer now that he had his chosen one under his thumb.
He buried his fingers in the boy’s already mussed, brown locks, pulling on them a bit to get him on track and stop playing around.
That was all the kid needed. He gave Peter a stupid grin and opened his mouth wide, swallowing him as best as he could. It was obvious that he wasn’t practiced in giving blow-jobs. Maybe it was his first one, but his enthusiasm was still enough to make Peter drop his head back against the wall. Honestly, the gagging was nice too. Peter already knew that he was well endowed, but there was a certain rush, when one’s partner was literally choking on his cock. It sounded like power, and Peter loved power.
“That’s it, baby, keep going,” he said, palming the back of the boy’s head and pulling him down until his eyes rolled back from the lack of oxygen.
He kept him there for a few seconds, letting him go when his heartbeat started to grow sluggish.
The boy pulled back, turning away and heaving onto the ground. He didn’t throw up, but it was a close thing.
Peter slapped him hard for good measure, fisting his hair and keeping him in place as he pushed his cock back into his mouth again.
The boy made a sound, but it was quickly silenced by the thick dick plunging into his throat. Peter fucked his face for a bit, the kid lax and unresistant. Peter could see that the front of his jeans turned dark - he had no idea if he pissed himself or shot his load and he didn’t really care right now.
When he came, he did so on the boy’s face, covering his cute, upturned nose with his come. He rubbed the mess into his skin with the head of his cock.
“Well, that was great,” he said, wolf finally sated. He pulled the boy to his feet, easily finding his phone in his back pocket. Peter put his number in quickly, noting the quirky names in the contact list.
He put his number under ‘Man of My Life’.
He pushed the boy against the wall, putting his phone back.
“Listen to me, baby,” he said, waiting until those dazed eyes focused on him. “You are going to go home, just like this, with your face covered in my come. You will not wash it down. I want you to wake up tomorrow and lick your lips and taste me there. Then, you will remember the charming man you’ve met tonight, and you will call me. You will ask me on a date, understood?”
The boy made a confused little sound, but then nodded, smiling shakily at Peter.
He patted the kid’s cheek.
“You will be such a good, obedient little mate.”