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Anton was startled awake by a loud creak, rattling his brain around in his skull.
“Viago?” He asked immediately, already on the lookout for signs of danger. He would be damned if he let anything hurt Viago.
“Shh, I am sorry, liebling ,” Viago said soothingly, looking down at Anton.
As he tried to sit up, Anton realized that he was being carried up the stairs, bridal style, by Viago. The vampire had tucked his right arm beneath the hinge of Anton’s knees while his left arm held Anton around the shoulders protectively.
If he wasn’t being held, Anton probably would have swooned.
“Shit, what time is it?” Anton yawned, glancing around as Viago carried him to his ( their ) bedroom.
“It is half past midnight, my love.”
Anton let out a sigh of relief, relaxing back into Viago’s arms. “I could’ve walked, you know.”
“But then I would have had to wake you up, and you look so precious when you sleep.” Viago giggled. “And I did not want to stop cuddling.”
Anton smiled and pressed a kiss into Viago’s neck. “That’s a pretty good reason.”
Viago laid Anton in his ( their ) coffin as soon as they were inside the room, seeming eager to get Anton into bed.
Anton was eager to get Viago into bed, too, but for entirely different reasons.
“Come here, baby…” Anton flashed a wolfish grin as he spread his legs, making eye contact with Viago. “Let me hold you.”
Viago raised an eyebrow and sauntered over, stopping at the edge of the coffin. He bent at the waist, resting his elbows on the polished wood, and moved until his mouth was centimeters away from Anton’s.
Anton fought back a whimper as he let his eyes slip closed, anticipating cold lips on his own any second. He opened his mouth ever so slightly, in case Viago wanted entry.
“What I want, more than anything… ” Viago spoke softly as his lips hovered over Anton’s.
“Yeah, baby…?” Anton breathed, opening his mouth wider.
Viago moved millimeters closer, but kept a distinct gap of space between their mouths.
He gave a tiny smirk before speaking again:
“…is for you to brush your teeth.”
When no kiss came, Anton forced one eye open. “Huh?” He asked dumbly, his mind lagging behind the words.
“Your breath smells like chicken. Go.”
Anton blinked a few times, watching as Viago pulled back and started getting ready for bed without another word, as if nothing had happened.
Who the fuck did I fall in love with?
Anton, ever obedient, slowly pulled himself out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, though he made a point to “accidentally' touch Viago’s ass on the way out.
He turned on the ancient faucet and splashed his face with cold water before examining himself in the cloudy, disintegrating mirror.
He looked rough . A black eye, a large cut across his forehead, a series of bruises along his chest and neck from where he hit the steering wheel. Though the pain had dulled significantly, he still felt a general soreness, which made moving around uncomfortable.
Anton sighed heavily and shook his head, focusing on the task at hand. He didn’t need to be reminded of his stupid decisions right now.
He grabbed his toothbrush from the sink-top and rifled through the top drawer under the sink for his cool mint toothpaste. Once he found it, he squeezed a large glob onto the brush, wet the bristles, and got to work, brushing his teeth with purpose and determination.
Viago drifted in a few moments later and stood behind Anton, resting his chin on his shoulder to look at him in the mirror.
To an onlooker, it would be a strange sight: a man smiling at thin air while he brushed his teeth enthusiastically.
“ Du siehst so schön aus, Liebes ,” Viago whispered in his ear as he wrapped his arms around his middle.
“That better be a compliment,” Anton spoke around his toothbrush and a mouth full of toothpaste foam.
Viago giggled and planted a kiss behind his ear. “How are you feeling, Anton?”
“Right now? A little hot and bothered.”
“You know that is not what I meant.”
Anton smiled and spit into the sink. “I feel fine. A little sore in places, but pretty good.”
Viago ran his nails across Anton’s abs. “I am worried about you…”
“Huh? Why?” Anton’s brow furrowed as he frowned. He looked behind him to meet Viago’s gaze.
”I am afraid you will hurt yourself tomorrow…” Viago gave him a very earnest, very sweet pout. ”During the moon.”
“Baby, I’ve gone through dozens of full moons,” Anton assured him, putting his toothbrush back in his mouth and holding it between his back molars. “A little injury isn’t gonna get in my way. I know what I’m doing.”
Viago gave him a look. “Do not do that.”
“…don’t do what?”
“Do not act like you are some kind of invincible being with no weaknesses. You are allowed to be vulnerable, I just ask that you tell me.”
Anton sighed around his toothbrush. Viago had a way of seeing into his soul, it seemed— he always knew exactly what Anton was trying to conceal.
“I learned my lesson, Vi. I won’t make any more stupid decisions.” Anton said confidently as Viago pulled back to stand in front of him, wedging himself between Anton and the sink.
“You must promise. Or else I will show up tomorrow night and make sure you take care of yourself.”
Anton went pale. Even after two years of dating, he had still refused to let Viago be around him during a full moon. Ever since the Stu incident, he made an effort to avoid coming in contact with any being that a wolf might attack, whether it be for territorial defense or the instinct to prey on the weak.
Anton couldn’t trust his wolf-self to recognize Viago as a friend, not an enemy.
If he hurt Viago…he couldn’t live with himself. The thought alone made his throat close up.
“I promise, Vi,” he spoke softly, staring in his eyes. “I promise to be safe.”
“Good.” Viago nodded, though he seemed unconvinced. “Now finish brushing so I can kiss you.”
“Bossy.” Anton laughed, but continued brushing his teeth, his free hand pushing against the sink behind Viago, keeping him blocked in from one side.
Viago smiled at him, watching as he moved his arm back and forth to scrub at his molars. “Do not forget the tongue.”
Anton raised an eyebrow suggestively, then stuck his tongue out. He looked Viago in the eye as he pushed and pulled the bristles across his tongue. He made a point to wink when he pushed the brush toward the back of his tongue, showing off his lack of gag reflexes.
Viago laughed at him, but watched intently. “You are vile sometimes, liebling .”
“Oo, yeah, talk dirty to me.” Anton teased after he pulled his tongue back into his mouth. “What else bothers you?”
“Well, you are always leaving your dirty underwear on my floor, when the hamper is right outside the door .” Viago went on, keeping a light tone to his voice, though Anton could tell he was actually complaining.
“Mm, tell me about the hair,” Anton egged him on, leaning over his shoulder to spit in the sink once again.
“You and your hair! I find yellow strands everywhere !” Viago groaned. “In my blood cups, in my coffin, in my mouth— you shed so much, it is a wonder you have any hair left!”
“You’re so sexy when you whine.” Anton grinned and grabbed a paper cup. He filled it with water and poured it into his mouth, swishing it around to rinse his teeth.
Knowing exactly how to push Viago’s buttons, he then leaned over and spit into the sink, the frothy spit barely avoiding Viago’s shoulder.
Viago narrowed his eyes and grabbed the waistband of Anton’s briefs, pulling him closer with a strong yank . “Get into bed before I change my mind about letting you fuck me, puppy.”
Anton’s bratty demeanor dropped immediately as he processed the words. “Yup. Got it.” He nodded frantically and rushed off to the bedroom.
Before Viago, Anton’s pre-moon hormones were easier to control. He would rub one out in the shower in the days leading up, and maybe hump his pillow before bed if he needed to get extra energy out. It was like going through a mild version of puberty; yeah, he was horny, and he got excited easily, but it wasn’t like he would die if he waited to jack off.
After Viago, Anton feared that he would die if he couldn’t fuck him.
Though Anton was a proud switch, and thoroughly enjoyed bottoming for Viago, the full moon seemed to kick his dominant, “alpha” hormones into full swing. This meant that while his conscious, human brain understood that he was having sex purely for pleasure, his subconscious wolf brain struggled to separate fucking from marking territory and conception.
As embarrassed as he was by it, Anton would be lying if he said the fantasy didn’t turn him on: pinning Viago down to the bed, biting down on his flesh to mark him, fucking into him like a jackhammer, and eventually filling him up with his seed.
Viago liked it too. In the heat of the moment, he would often beg Anton to “fill him with pups” or “stretch him from the inside out”.
Those were the moments Anton fantasized about when he was on his own.
Viago emerged from the bathroom, smirking as he saw Anton kneeling in the coffin, practically jumping out of his skin as he waited for his boyfriend.
“Mm, someone is excited.” He teased as he approached, running his hands over his bare thighs seductively.
“Fuck…” Anton breathed, watching with bated breath. He may have been drooling.
“You may be the alpha…” Viago began as he came face to face with Anton. “But you will still follow my rules.” He reached out, placed his hand flat against his chest, and pushed Anton onto his back in one shove.
Anton gasped breathlessly, looking up at the fanged angel gazing down at him. “Please, Vi…”
“Do not rush me.” Viago said simply, pulling off his button down blouse to leave him in a pair of tight, white underwear (courtesy of Anton).
Something about seeing Viago in modern, casual clothes made Anton wild .
“I do not want you to overextend yourself, do you hear me?” Viago said as he climbed into the coffin, settling in beside his lover.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful…” Anton breathed, immediately latching on and pushing his lips against Viago’s neck.
“No cursing.” Viago lightly pinched his ear, but let him continue with his hungry kissing. “Collar or no?”
“Not tonight,” Anton mumbled against his Adam’s apple. His hands were making their way down to Viago’s hips, seeking something to latch onto and fixate on.
“Anton.” Viago spoke a bit louder— firm, but not scolding or upset. “Look at me, please.”
Anton recognized the no-nonsense tone and pulled his mouth away from Viago’s neck to look him in the eye.
“I want you to relieve your stress tonight,” he began. “But I need you to relax a bit. Take your time.”
Anton nodded slowly, looking between Viago’s big brown eyes, feeling a wave of calm energy wash over him like a baptism.
Sometimes, he was convinced he was being hypnotized with the way Viago’s simplest commands put his entire mind and body at ease. But he knows his obeying willingly. Viago doesn’t need to hypnotize him for Anton to want to please him.
“Good. Hold me?” Viago smiled sweetly.
Anton’s lips curved into a smile at that, and he kissed his cheek tenderly as he maneuvered them into a spooning position, with Viago pressed securely against Anton’s chest.
“Can I touch you?” Anton whispered into his lover’s ear, pressing soft but heated kisses along his jaw from behind.
“Mm, yes please.” Viago hummed happily, tilting his head to allow Anton’s lips better access.
Anton let his warm hands wander across Viago’s chest, applying just enough pressure with his fingertips to dimple the skin, but not enough pressure to hurt or to leave lasting marks. As his hands made their way down to Viago’s abdomen, his lips moved to Viago’s neck, where he left open-mouthed kisses along the stretched tendon connecting the shoulder to the neck.
“Do you know how much I love you?” Anton whispered as his hands massaged Viago’s hips, his thumbs making small circles over the bone.
“I have an idea.” Viago giggled softly, reaching down to lightly rest his hands over Anton’s wrists; gripping lightly, but not stopping or moving. Just feeling.
“I love you so much, baby.” Anton breathed out, rolling his hips forward to press his bulge against Viago’s lower back. He gasped at the friction.
“I love you too, darling,” Viago pulled Anton’s right wrist up to his mouth and planted a kiss on his palm. “Very much.”
Anton smiled and gently licked his neck as he trailed his left hand down beneath Viago’s waistband. “Mm, someone’s excited.” he parroted with a grin.
“Look who is talking.” Viago giggled and pushed his hips back against Anton’s erection. Anton moaned breathily, pushing his mouth against Viago’s shoulder.
“Can we close the lid?” Anton mumbled, running his fingertips across Viago’s coarse black pubic hair absentmindedly. Viago simply hummed and nodded, nuzzling his face into his pillow.
Anton pulled back to sit up, pulling a tiny whine from Viago. He grabbed the edge of the coffin lid and pulled it shut with a thud, engulfing the men in complete darkness.
“This thing needs a handle or something,” Anton mumbled as he laid back down, pulling Viago to him.
“Coffins do not usually come with handles on the inside, welpe ,” Viago giggled. “Dead people do not usually need them.”
Anton chuckled softly as he pushed his hands down to Viago’s waistband. “Can I take these off, babe?”
“Only if you take yours off as well.” Viago said with a teasing tone, hooking their ankles together. Anton smiled and kissed the hinge of his partner’s jaw as he hooked his index fingers in the waistband of Viago’s underwear.
“You drive a hard bargain, mate.” He teased as he pulled the fabric off, pushing it down to Viago’s knees. He pulled his leg away and pushed the underwear down to Viago’s ankles with his foot.
“Did you just put your foot in my underclothes?” Viago turned to look at Anton over his shoulder, looking absolutely mortified.
“No comment.” Anton laughed and gently bit Viago’s skin as he pulled his own briefs off.
“You monster !” Viago gasped dramatically. “That is evil !”
Anton laughed loudly as he gripped Viago’s hips, pulling him back until his ass was resting against Anton’s hips. “You’ll get over it.”
Viago huffed, but ceased his complaining, turning his head to look at Anton over his shoulder. Anton moved forward and pressed their lips together, gently sucking Viago’s bottom lip into his mouth. As they kissed, he moved his hand behind himself and started grasping blindly for the lube.
Once he found the bottle, he wrapped his arm back around Viago and pulled off of his lips with a sloppy, wet sound. “Move your leg a bit. Forward. There we go…” he breathed into Viago’s ear as he coaxed him to bend his knee, pushing his leg forward to pull his ass cheeks apart.
“When was the last time you even bottomed?” Anton teased as he squeezed out a dollop of lube onto his fingers.
“What, with you?” Viago teased back, pulling Anton’s left hand to cup his pec.
“If you were sleeping with anyone else, I think I’d know, babe.” Anton laughed and kissed his shoulder as he rubbed the tips of his first two fingers against the outside of Viago’s hole.
Viago let out a gentle hum of pleasure. “I do not think anyone else could do such a good job, my heart.”
“Good answer,” Anton chuckled and buried his face in the hair at the back of Viago’s head. He gently pushed one finger inside, moving it slowly to tease the vampire.
He inhaled deeply, letting Viago’s scent wash over him. He smelled like old lady perfume, and cherry wood, and that scent you can’t quite place when you go to an antique store. He also, to Anton’s absolute pleasure , smelled a bit like Anton’s shampoo– “lavender musk”.
“Relax, baby,” Anton whispered to him as he pushed his finger deeper. “I’ve got you.”
Viago moaned softly, resting his head back against Anton’s. “That is lovely , darling.”
Anton smiled and pressed kisses to the nape of his neck as he pushed his second finger inside, pulling a louder moan from his partner.
Though it was shocking at first, Anton had grown to love the cold feeling of Viago’s insides. The first time he topped Viago, he hesitated after fingering him open, unsure about putting his dick in an ice cold hole.
Turns out, though, when you run as hot as Anton does, putting your dick in a cold sleeve of muscle feels really fucking good .
“Can you let go of my hand, baby?” Anton laughed softly, wiggling the fingers of his left hand under Viago’s who was holding on with a vice grip.
“Hm? Oh, yes,” Viago planted a kiss on Anton's palm before letting him go. Anton quickly moved his now free hand down to Viago’s hips, taking hold of his stiff cock.
“Someone’s excited,” Anton teased as he slowly pumped Viago’s cock with his left hand, and gently thrusted his fingers in and out of his hole with his right.
“I need you soon, liebling , or I will perish,” Viago gasped, reaching back to grip Anton’s hip. “You cannot keep me waiting.”
Anton laughed and moved both his hands at a faster pace. “You’re insatiable.”
Viago just moaned louder, turning his head once again to kiss Anton, who met him halfway and immediately shoved his tongue into the vampire’s mouth.
After a few minutes of thrusting, and stroking, and breathless kissing, Anton pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the sheets. “You comfy?”
“Very.” Viago nodded and shifted his hips slightly, reaching back to pet Anton’s hair.
Anton hummed happily and leaned into his lover’s touch as he reached between his own legs, stroking his hard, dripping cock. He moaned softly, already falling apart at his own gentle touch.
“Come here, baby,” he breathed and kissed Viago’s neck as he lined the tip of his cock up with Viago’s wet hole. “Can I?”
“Please, darling,” Viago moaned and rolled his hips slightly, putting pressure on the head of Anton’s dick. The movement alone almost made Anton cum.
After taking a few grounding breaths, he pushed his length into Viago slowly, pushing until his hips were flush against Viago’s ass.
“Fffff-” Anton groaned, cutting himself off before Viago could scold him. “Oh my G- gosh.”
Viago giggled softly. “Good boy.”
“Don’t start,” Anton teased, wrapping his now free arms around Viago’s middle. “You know how I get.”
“Oh, I know.” Viago chuckled. He reached down and held each of Anton’s hands in his own, threading their fingers together.
Anton loved the moments like this, when they were close enough to experience the way the other’s body worked. Anton could feel the cold stillness radiating from Viago’s skin, could taste the years of wisdom and anguish on his skin.
To have such a powerful, deadly thing in his arms, to see this creature of the night splayed out for him, begging him to share his vulnerable moments…it made Anton feel things he couldn’t even describe.
Things that felt a lot like wedding rings, and a four bedroom house, and a nursery.
Anton breathed against Viago’s skin as he slowly pulled his hips back, only to press back in with intention. He pushed deep into Viago, but kept his movements gentle.
“ Mm , that is perfect ,” Viago whined sweetly, squeezing Anton’s hands.
“Can you move your hips a little for me?” Anton mumbled as he pulled back once again, preparing to thrust back in.
Viago listened to his request and pushed his hips down slightly to meet Anton’s as he thrusted back into Viago’s hole.
“ Yes , oh my fu-” Anton moaned greedily, his eyes rolling back slightly from the pressure and motion. “Just like that, Vi.”
They continued their gentle push-pull for a few more minutes, breathing each other’s names and moaning encouragement into the small space. It was heaven– Anton wished they could stay like that forever.
Viago paused his movements when Anton let out a slightly different groan: one of pain. “ Schatz , are you alright?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Anton nodded. “My– my hips are just hurting a little.”
Anton knew his lover was frowning, even though he couldn’t see his face. “Try this.”
Before Anton could ask questions, Viago was moving his hands down to grip the vampire’s hips. He then pressed his back flat against Anton’s chest and hooked their ankles together.
“Just move me how you need to.”
The idea that Viago wanted him to use him for his own pleasure was a bit overwhelming for Anton. He buried a moan in Viago’s hair, fighting the urge to flip over and pound into Viago like a wild animal.
Maybe later.
Instead, he gripped Viago’s hips and gently moved them in a rolling, grinding motion against his, resulting in a perfect pressure without thrusting or rutting.
“Does that feel good?” Anton breathed into Viago’s ear, repeating the motion.
Viago let out a long, throaty moan instead of answering. Anton took it as a yes .
“That’s my boy…” Anton chuckled softly as he moved Viago’s hips in the same rolling motion over and over.
“ Das ist perfekt, Liebes. Mehr, mehr. ” Viago whimpered, tucking his own hand between his legs to stroke himself.
“You know I can’t understand you, Vi.” Anton laughed as he kissed his shoulder. “But you sound sexy as hell when you speak German.”
“ Du bist so ein toller Hündchen ,” Viago spoke in a teasing tone, glancing back to look at Anton.
“I’m gonna assume you said I have a big dick and you love me.” Anton teased and kissed him passionately as he moved him.
“Something like that.” Viago laughed once they pulled apart, resting his hands on top of Anton’s.
They moved slowly and lazily against each other for more time than they kept track of. Honestly, it was probably hours of slow, gentle grinding, accompanied by moans and pleas and domestic conversation.
“Did you take the trash out earlier, my dear?”
“Remind me to– ah , order a new drill tomorrow.”
“Did I tell you about the book I have been reading?”
Despite the mundane and un-sexy nature of the conversation, the pair never lost their arousal or passion for one another. The night was less about hard and rough and fast , and more about sharing time and space with one another. They had their best conversations during sex, actually.
After multiple hours of easy, comfortable lovemaking, Viago took Anton’s hand and guided it to his cock, indicating that he was about ready to finish the job.
“I’ve got ya’, baby,” Anton purred into his ear as he wrapped his calloused hand around Viago’s prick, stroking him slowly but with purpose. He maintained his steady thrusting pace, pushing his hips lazily to meet Viago’s as he manipulated the vampire’s body how he needed to.
“ Anton …” Viago whimpered, curling in on himself minutely.
“I’m close, Vi. I’m really close.” Anton breathed, almost warning as he twisted his palm against Viago’s shaft. “Talk to me. Tell me something.”
Anton was never one for dirty talk before he met Viago. But, as with many things in his life after befriending the vampires, that quickly changed
Something about Viago’s voice, his accent , saying the dirtiest, depraved things, followed by the sweetest sentiments and sincerest compliments, topped off with his slightly bitchy complaining outside of the bedroom…it lit Anton’s fuse.
“My darling, I need you,” Viago whined immediately, gripping his lover’s wrist with urgency. “My incredible alpha…I need you to take care of me.”
Oh, that was working.
“Make me yours, Anton,” he continued, his own voice rising in pitch as he approached his climax. “Mark me. Fill me up, fill me with your seed, give me pups, breed me… knot me .”
Anton felt every ounce of tension in his body snap like a rubber band as he came with a loud, long moan. He buried his face in Viago’s shoulder and wailed , feeling every hair on his body stand straight up.
The whole alpha/omega dynamic was something that Anton had been afraid to explore with Viago for a long time. It felt cliche, like he was picking the low hanging fruit.
He was constantly telling the vampires not to treat his boys like dogs– how would it look if he gave into his animalistic urges whenever he wanted to? He needed to set a better example than that.
When he was alone with Viago, though, that thinking went out the window.
Viago loved begging Anton to breed him, or mark him, or assert his dominance somehow. Usually, this was just dirty talk; it never amounted to anything. Most days, Anton was physically unable to meet his lover’s demands.
The whole “knotting” thing was a mystery, even to him. Hell, he didn’t even know he could do it in his human form before he started sleeping with Viago. Even then, he couldn’t predict when his knot would “engage”. He was never actually breeding anyone, so he assumed it was highly unlikely to become a factor in everyday life.
He was right, of course, but his lover seemed to have some sort of otherworldly power over him when it came to good sex.
“ Vi …” Anton practically whimpered as he felt his spent hips thrust forward on their own accord. “Vi, I-I think it’s happening. The– oh, bloody hell , the knot.”
“Keep going, keep going.” Viago whined, rocking his hips.
“ Fuck !” Anton hissed as he felt his knot shift its way from the base of his shaft to the center, then towards his tip, past the muscle of his lover’s entrance.
“ Scheiße, ja! ” Viago cried loudly as he came, spilling over Anton’s hand and their sheets. As he came, he clenched down on Anton’s cock inside him, pulling another strangled moan from him.
“Shhh, I’m here, I’ve got you.” Anton panted into Viago’s ear as he stroked him through his orgasm, relishing in the cold, damp feeling of his lover’s cum.
Viago moaned repeatedly as he came down from his high, his body twitching and contracting involuntarily. When Anton heard his oversensitive whines, he pulled his hand away and hugged Viago as close as he could with his clean hand.
“I’m not letting you go, baby,” Anton whispered, nuzzling against the nape of Viago’s neck. “I’m here with you.”
Viago let out a (pointless) breath and nodded slowly as he relaxed. “I love you…”
“I love you too.” Anton smiled against his lover’s skin.
Those words never got old.
“I-I’m sorry about the knot, hun.”
“Why are you sorry? You cannot help what your body needs,” Viago assured him. “Your body simply needed to breed, so it responded accordingly.”
Anton whined softly. “You’re so sexy when you talk like that.”
“Hm? About breeding, you mean?” Viago teased him and wiggled his hips slightly. Anton gasped.
“Heimburg, don’t tease me.”
Viago giggled. “I am sorry, welpe , you are just so cute.”
Anton laughed softly as Viago gently moved his arm away. “What’re you doing, babe?”
“I am getting you a hanky for the mess you made,” Viago teased once again as he grabbed his own handkerchief from under the pillow. He took Anton’s now sticky hand and wiped off his own cum, taking care to get every drop.
“I wanna stay here with you forever.” Anton yawned as he watched his boyfriend tuck the dirty hanky back beneath his pillow.
“That sounds lovely, but you have six wolfies that need their alpha.”
“Ugh, the moon,” Anton groaned. “Don’t remind me.”
“You will be alright. Once you finish your transformation night, you can go back home and sleep for as long as your heart desires. I will even bring you a cheeseburger and French fries!”
Anton couldn’t fight his smile. “Thanks, love.”
Viago lifted Anton’s hand to his lips and gently kissed the knuckles. The two were still stuck together via Anton’s knot, making it very difficult for them to move from their current positions. Not that Anton minded, though.
“You need to sleep.” Anton reminded the vampire, feeling around for his phone.
“Oh, will you show me a video first? Please, please?” Viago begged like an excited child, looking at Anton over his shoulder with a twinkle in his eye.
How could Anton ever say no to him?
“Okay, okay. I think the knot’s going down, so give me a sec.” Anton chuckled.
Sure enough, his knot soon deflated as the two pulled apart with tandem moans. Anton pulled his briefs back on, and Viago slipped into one of Anton’s hoodies, which practically swallowed him whole.
As soon as the pair were clothed to their content, Anton opened his arms for Viago, who snuggled against him instantly, resting his head against the wolf’s bare chest.
“Cutie,” Anton smiled and kissed his hair as he scrolled through his phone. He settled on a video of a kitten and puppy playing together, with some sort of peppy stock music playing in the background.
Viago loved it, as he predicted he would, Anton held the phone up for him, smiling each time his boyfriend giggled or gasped excitedly. He pointed out details to Anton, and requested that he rewind, pause, or adjust the volume at various points.
Anton lived for moments like these. Seeing Viago smile and laugh while wrapped in his embrace– it was all the sustenance he needed. Anton was sure that if he stopped eating or drinking, he could live on Viago’s smile alone. He would never need sunlight again if he could hear Viago laugh like this every day.
After about three rewatches of the puppy video, Viago drifted off in Anton’s arms, hugging his middle.
Anton turned off his phone and reached over to pull his lover into a tight, engulfing embrace, burying his face in Viago’s soft curls.
“I love you so much, Vi.” He whispered, hoping the words would find their way into Viago’s sleeping subconscious.
As he closed his eyes to sleep, he felt Viago’s lips curl into a smile against his chest.