Apartment 44, The Parguise Apartment Complex, Southport, New Jersey.....
Hazel's eyes opened to the familiar scene of Oliver Lorenz's master bedroom as the day seemed to have been on the verge of winding down. Oliver was lying in bed beside him with his stomach pressed against the mattress and his well-toned arse just barely peeking out from beneath the thin white sheet that covered his naked body. Ron took a few moments to let his eyes adjust to the scene before recalling what had taken place in the hours prior. He noted the late afternoon and decided he'd head back home before Savannah started to wonder about his absence. It wasn't a school day, but he liked to be there when night fell to check on her in case the usual brand of night-walking corpses in the form of bloodsuckers came looking for her at his apartment. Ron sighed as he began to stretch allowing all manner of oxygen to reach his much-needed and compressed blood cells he found himself lying on his back with his enormous appendage sticking straight into the air as a result of his newly acquired morning erection, which was doing it's best to form a tent of sorts beneath the crisp white sheet that covered his naked body.
The lingering stench of sex and sweat filled the room reminding Ron of how he had come to awaken in his coworker Oliver Lorenz's apartment in the first place. He reflected on the onset of his Le Ferale blood boiling in his veins following the fight he had with the bloodsucker in a darkened street brawl, and the subsequent shifting after the fact that made him realize he'd been much closer to Lorenz's apartment than his own following the events of the fight. He was still very naked after shredding his attire mid-transformation and with his blood pumping in his being as admittedly wild as it had been, the reaction to his newfound excitement and the burst of freedom from his nude appearance led him to seek out a means of indulging his baser urges left over from battle.
He climbed the side of Oliver's building much like before and entered his bedroom window, which the handsome thin man had left open possibly in hopes of another random visit from his wolfish lover. Oliver was making himself dinner when Ron arrived, wild as the orange glow of his eyes dictated his overall demeanor as he prowled naked and aroused through the apartment in search of the unsuspecting Oliver.
The handsome thin male model was in the kitchen, bent over and looking into the stainless steel fridge that had come with his apartment for more ingredients for his freshly prepared meal when Ron suddenly pounced gripping the semi-naked other man's waist and pulling him hard into his throbbing erection.
Oliver was about to protest when he felt Ron slash through his boxer briefs and the cool air hit his exposed backside as Ron spread his shapely arse cheeks and impaled him without regard to anything he'd been doing to the hilt in a bid to feel friction against his rapidly leaking appendage which offered all the lubrication that he needed in one go.
The thin man's knees buckled and he gripped the sides of the fridge as Ron drilled his enormous cock into the heated depths of the smaller lean muscled man. Oliver gasped as the brute hit places inside him that he never felt anyone reach before. The combined thrusts and intense throbbing only seemed to make Ron all the more aggressive in his need as his orange glowing eyes intensified and his fingernails gripped the moaning male model tighter.
Eventually, Oliver lost both his grip on the fridge and his footing as Ron's powerful thrusts got the better of him and they both landed on the kitchen floor where Ron continued to mount and pump his appendage into the heated warmth of the thin man's impressive backside. As the hours passed, Ron had been no closer to coming to his senses as he invaded the moaning handsome thin man with reckless abandon now that he pinned him onto the kitchen floor.
Oliver didn't seem to mind once he realized who the brute, having his way with him had truly been. He had been secretly hoping for another visit from his brutish lover turned coworker and he'd gotten his wish. He just hadn't expected him to be so eager as it were when he arrived.
In the present, Ron pulled the sheet off himself and the still slumbering Oliver as he rolled toward the handsome thin man sniffing his sweat-slick hair and feeling the bearing of his wolfish fangs in the wake of the scent that drove him to relish his baser instincts. His eyes began to glow the familiar eerie orange once again as he slowly began licking his surprisingly lengthy tongue along the sweat-slick flesh of his still-slumbering lover enjoying the taste of him as it were.
Oliver shifted in his sleep in reaction to the slick wetness along his heated skin and moaned when he felt the inevitable pressure of Ron's naked body and rippled muscles against his backside. He spread his legs as his average-sized cock flopped onto the bed and off his thigh as the soft material of the sheet pressed against his exposed flesh. Ron let out something of a whimper as he found himself unable to ignore his urges for very long and once more he impaled the slumbering Oliver whose eyes burst open at the instant he felt the brutish man's enormous appendage stretch his insides.
It had occurred to him, following the deep thrust inside him that Ron Hemming was fast becoming as addicted to bedding him as he'd been to taking the handsome senior model's cock no matter the location, minute, or hour.
Oliver had a good deal of experience when having been with Ron for well over a month following their initial encounter, with awakening to find his partner secreted a thick yellow-hued variation of seed when excited and that it seemed to warm at the mere touch. At the beginning of their association, this had alarmed Oliver to no end, but eventually, he began to realize that there was something quite off about his brutish lover and he didn't have the mind to question it further as the rapid thrusts and intense sex sessions got the better of him in the long run.
Ron grunted like he always had in a beast-like state as he ravaged his formerly slumbering lover in the wake of his unyielding lust and jolted him along the shredded sheets of the mattress. His body felt like a furnace as the heat from his boiling blood seemed to make demands of him that his weary mind had not been able to keep up with.
Such was the fate of all who carried the blood of the rabid bitches, his urges lead his actions and drove him to insane need as he continued to thrust deeply into the handsome thin man below him.
Oliver moaned as much as he ever did not at all privy to the fact that Ron Hemming had no longer been in control of his own body. The beast that lurked deep within had been attempting to free itself at will despite the glow of the afternoon sun and the already intense sex sessions that quelled the man it inhabited's lust beforehand.
Ron growled out loud the rumble of the beast within echoing through the bedroom and the ears of Oliver who had been much too caught up in the means of pleasure to acknowledge what was truly happening around him. The panting brute struggled to regain a means of control despite his cock pulsing inside the whimpering handsome thin man as he continued to pump his hips into the backside of the equally naked and sweat-slick other man.
Oliver moaned louder as Ron nibbled at his neck biting the flesh hard enough to draw blood as his hips continued to pump and his body grew even more tense in the wake of his need being intensified. The handsome thin man arched his body into the pumping hips of his lover enjoying the sensation of being impaled once more as their act came to an abrupt end following Ron regaining control over the impuish beast that dwelled within. He had no desire to harm Oliver nor had he wished to indulge his lusts any longer than he already had.
With a guttural groan, Ron's cock filled the nearly screaming Oliver to the brim for the third time since his return to his apartment before Ron successfully withdrew and rolled the side of the bed to which he was accustomed. He got to his feet still slick from the release and made his way toward the lavatory panting and covered with sweat as he realized that he'd come very close to losing control and possibly infecting his coworker with lycanthropy via the bite of a Les Ferale.
Ron took a moment to splash water on his face and compose himself while Oliver reeled from the post-love-making session and eventually got up to make them something to eat. Ron stared at his reflection in the mirror taking note of the orange glow of his eyes that shifted until his natural hazel orbs appeared and his tense muscles as the battle had once more been at an end. With the beast dormant once more, he exited the lavatory and ventured toward the kitchen where Oliver cheerfully wore his red silk bathrobe and set the table for the two of them.
He seemed blissfully unaware of what nearly transpired between the two of them as he smiled in Ron's direction.
"Good morning handsome," he said. "I made you breakfast....perhaps you could stick around and eat for once...that way I don't feel so used...I mean you did fuck me three times in one visit so the least you could do is eat with me."
Without a word, Ron made his way toward the table, still naked and reeking of the scent of sex and sweat albeit new sweat from his near episode a few moments prior.
Oliver set his plate in front of him and sat down his own as he approached the table and Ron came to the conclusion that the meal might have been pre-prepared. He could understand why the handsome man had anticipated his possible departure and agreed that he at least owed it to him to share a meal after everything they'd done and what he'd almost done to the cheery half-half-naked mortal.
"So..." began Oliver sitting in his seat finally after bringing a pitcher of orange juice from the fridge. "How's life outside of our usual sex romps and work at the agency been treating you?"
Ron gripped the tall smooth glass that held his orange juice and took a sip before meeting Oliver's inquisitive gaze. He wasn't much for small talk as were's of his nature were not truly interested in conversing with lesser mortals unless it meant a means of obtaining sex from them.
"Been busy," he replied in a semi-aggressive tone.
"That explains the stress," said Oliver proving to be very observant. "Do you always have sex as a means of getting through stress?"
"Most of the time," replied Ron turning his attention to his plate of food after his stomach began to growl at the scent of it.
"So you said before that I'm not the first man you've ever had sex with..." began Oliver curious. "What made you want to play for the home team?"
"I don't give a shit about preferences." replied Ron despite being blunt in his response as he was beginning to "wolf down" his meal. "I like to fuck and people that get my attention tend to like to do the same."
"Any hole is a goal then?" asked Oliver with something of a smirk.
"Like I said...I like to fuck." replied Ron as his hazel eyes flickered with heat while he finished his meal.
"Well, that's something I know about you at least," replied Oliver. "My kid sister's going to be annoying when she comes to visit and I wanted to have some kind of information for her about you aside from being a coworker that occasionally shoves his cock in my arse when the mood hits him."
Ron continued to eat his meal until it was polished off in record time.
Oliver smirked and offered his plate which Ron took eagerly and downed as well.
After finishing the remainder of the meal, Oliver set to work on cleaning up and Ron watched for a few moments before approaching the handsome thin man while he washed dishes. Ron took in the scent of his lover's hair and gently kissed his neck where the bite mark had been. It was deep and a few indentations of his fangs had been along the soft flesh, but he wasn't in danger of infection.
Ron didn't tell Oliver but was enlightened by the new situation, he was going to keep his distance from him aside from work in the coming days as he couldn't change allowing his wayward blood to get the better of him. Also, he was becoming something of a pleasant distraction and he needed to shift his focus on pressing matters no matter how stressed they made him.
With a final kiss along Oliver's exposed neck and shoulder and a squeeze of his already sore backside, Ron took his leave of him.
Climbing through the window and taking off back toward his apartment, to check in on Savannah and take a much-needed shower.