Apartment 44, The Parguise Apartment Complex, Southport, New Jersey.....
Oliver Lorenz awoke to the constant pounding on his front door and climbed out of bed to see who had been bold enough to venture to his apartment at such a late hour of the night. He was decidedly shocked to see a drunken Ron Hemming standing at the door with a strangely blank expression on his face and his hazel eyes bloodshot and flickering via desire. Oliver stepped back to allow the drunken brute of a man into his apartment only for him to scoop him up into his powerful arms and kick the door closed behind him slamming it effectively as he carried him toward the sofa where they crash landed and Ron began to discard the denim vest and jeans he wore over to the complex while kicking off his heavy black boots and lifting the white sleeveless t-shirt off Oliver and putting his long fingers through the thin man's orange boxer briefs.
It didn't take much to get Oliver excited, he'd been semi-aroused since his recently disturbed dream as he found himself being pulled onto the cold hardwood floor and Ron towering above him his already aroused cock pointing straight at the thin and smooth belly of the smaller man blow him. Oliver moaned as Ron nibbled and kissed at the flesh of his neck loving the mix of alcohol and musk that radiated off the handsome man as he pinned him to the floor and kissed his lips over and over allowing the panting younger man to taste the leftover alcohol on his lips.
The thin man wrapped his legs around the waist of the forceful brute who had been taking his time kissing along the bare chest of the moaning Oliver and slowly thrusting his enormous cock against the averaged sized appendage of his secret lover causing them both to moan from the heat-induced friction.
From his view of the floor, Oliver looked up at Ron and ran his fingers along the muscular chest of the larger man loving the feel of each ripple of muscle beneath his fingertips. The handsome Oliver was no slouch in the muscular department himself but was fascinated by Ron's body and couldn't help himself. Ron kissed him feverishly invading the other man's mouth via his tongue and pressed their bodies closer together putting more pressure on their mutual erections. A hiss escaped Oliver's mouth as Ron suddenly pulled back and flipped him onto his stomach his exposed arse was high in the air and his exposed hardened cock was pressed between his thighs and the hardwood flooring of his apartment.
Ron wasted little time aiming his massive appendage where he wanted so desperately to go and impaled the thin man who had gasped out loud in the wake of being filled so deep and such a short amount of time. The pumping of Ron's hips against Oliver's arched back side gave off a resounding slap via their flesh meeting as the two men groaned in the wake of the mutual stimulation.
It seemed that Oliver didn't mind being dominated when it came to Ron Hemming being the one to mount him like a bull in heat. He was after all a handsome male model and had many women flocking to him of his own accord just as Ron had, but there was something primal about their encounters and only something that Oliver allowed Ron and not any other man to do when it came to giving himself to him so completely.
Ron growled as he continued to pump his hips driving himself into the whimpering Oliver over and over again. There was something addictive about pounding the insides of the sexy male model who had just come to his agency. Almost as addictive as when he would find time to spread Talia's legs and make her howl for him from dusk till dawn.
Talia.
He was thinking about her again and the fact that she had decided to run off with that Greek actor of hers.
Truthfully, she was indeed better off without him, she was a mere mortal and looking for love in place of lust, a love he could not rightly give to her due to his nature and whom he had truly been beneath all the looks and the money. She was a human woman with hopes and dreams of settling down and he was an immortal werewolf driven via lust be it for blood or pleasure with no intention of settling down as he was far more interested in running wild than being the provider of a household or clan.
To make matters worse, he'd been of the Les Ferale bloodline at least in part and there was no telling what he'd be compelled to do once the full moon had come. The unstable combination of refined pureblood and the line of Les Ferale within him was always touch and go at best. Talia deserved to be happy and to have someone to grow old with when her life had come to an end. Ron knew he could never truly provide that or for her when the time came. He was as fickle as a cat when his nature got the better of him and it was also why he never found a mate after endless years of wandering.
Decades passed and beautiful women and handsome men came and went, but none stood the test of time nor his temperament despite the endless bouts of heat-driven sex and the fact that they all had enjoyed their time with him. He knew that even as he thrust his enormous cock into the warmth that Oliver's body provided that he too would eventually move on.
It was the nature of mortals and werebeasts like him alike.
Good for a roll in the hay, but never the type to stay it seemed.
Oliver was beginning to lose himself in the sensation of having his prostate pounded relentlessly by the enormous cock that impaled him. Ron growled once more as he towered above the thin man kissing his neck and biting at his shoulder while pumping his hips harder and faster. He could feel his Les Ferale blood boiling in his veins as his eyes shifted to the unseemly orange coloration that often accompanied the semi-feral transformation that took over him in the wake of his giving into his seemingly unyielding desire.
Ron's large and powerful arms held up his body as his large frame mounted the thin man who was reduced to a whimpering mass in the wake of his body being pounded into a boneless heap on the cold hard floor. The fingernails that elongated and became claws dug into the surface of the wood beneath and another series of feral growls erupted from Ron's throat as he continued his hard thrusts not having the mind to care whether or not Oliver was still enjoying his rough play.
The floor below was as soaked as the two men rutting like wanton fiends as Ron began to bite at the flesh along the speechless Oliver's smooth shoulder sniffing his sweat-slick hair and growling in response to the moans that filled his ears. Oliver's cock continued to spurt more and more of his release oozing all over the floor as Ron continued to pound him into the wood determined to have his release which came right after and caused Oliver to scream aloud possibly alerting his concerned neighbors once more.
Ron growled before withdrawing and rolling over toward the other side of the floor soaked from sweat and panting like the hairless dog he was. Oliver could barely move his body still reeling from the effect of being filled and emptied at the same time. He barely panted as well closing his eyes as he took one last look at his secret lover and lost consciousness.
The brute that was Ron Hemming closed his eyes as well drifting off beside him as the rest of the night seemed to pass with both of the exhausted men equally naked, sweaty, and still lying on the hardwood floor.