yooo… xenophilia ahead with wolf!Derek getting fucked by the Sheriff :O be warned.
Derek liked being a wolf; John had realized that early in their relationship and accepted it in good grace. After all, he enjoyed the warm living creature that sometimes crawled next to him into bed or sprang onto the couch, offering him a belly to scratch and a throat to pet.
It wasn’t so different to Derek as a human, to be quite honest.
There were the same low sounds of gruff approval and the same sense of deep satisfaction at the Sheriff’s large hand rubbing down his chest towards his belly, the broad heel gently pressing into the soft, vulnerable tissue there.
It was this fact that John used to excuse himself of sometimes… forgetting what he was doing; of not pulling back in surprised disgust when his fingertips bumped the wet tip of a cock – convincing himself he just had forgotten that Derek was a wolf at that moment and the cock dragging hot across the backs of his nudging knuckles was human instead of shyly peeking out of a furry sheath (that John had learned not to look at early on).
His denial was made all too easy by Derek himself; by the way the wolf always became still, panting fast and soft through his open muzzle as he waited for John to curl fingers around his cock; maybe rub them down along the loose skin of his sheath and maybe cup heavy, ripe wolf balls in his palm.
“Derek…” he’d growl, trying to sound reproving and probably utterly failing – no, not probably because Derek didn’t look chagrined when he turned back. He looked embarrassed and unsure, yes, but there still was a hot, sweaty flush on his face and his eyes gleaming with a kind of need John was very accustomed to.
There was just no denying it: Derek wanted him to touch him when he was a wolf. Begged for it even, if John was honest with himself. There was no way to misinterpret Derek when he was getting needy and excited, snout first snuffling into John’s crotch and rubbing firmly against the ridge of his cock, then presenting him with his backside with his tail up and slim back swaying enticingly. He’d be standing almost on his tiptoes – and wasn’t that just hilarious ha ha ha…. – in his eagerness to present to his mate; in his… in his blatant, unrepentant greed for cock and for dominance.
“I can’t do that, Derek. It’s just not… I’m not attracted to…” he’d try to reason, but honestly, who was he kidding?
The creature looking at him, knowing his every lie in the beat of his fucking betraying heart? Or was he trying to kid himself when his cock was filling out, balls feeling swollen and sensitive with the thought of fucking… fucking beneath Derek’s raised tail, hand holding on to it for purchase as he pressed inside the wolf’s lewdly displayed hole, forcing those tender muscles apart with the broad head of his human cock…
“Fuck,” he groaned behind hands rubbing across his face, wondering why he was having this argument in the first place – for the third time.
Why he was even having to explain to Derek why they couldn’t do this; fuck like animals – one of them being an animal, and…
…and he was being an idiot, he knew. The answer was quite simple, he thought, watching Derek in his wolf form, feeling him press a wet nose against his knee and looking up at him with trusting, dark, understanding eyes.
Derek was no human. Or, no, he was. Despite what forms he took, he’d always be a creature in between. It was who he was, it was his nature.
“I don’t even know,” John whispered, mouth dry as he cupped Derek’s sleek head, fingers digging into the thick fur beneath his ears. Derek immediately started licking his wrist and forearm, tongue long and warm and leaving behind sticky saliva that made John shiver.
“Should’ve known you’d be a slut in every form,” he mumbled, voice sliding into a lower register. He could see something in Derek’s eyes, something so akin to his human side, it made John feel more secure and anchored. He could feel his blood heating as he let his hands slide towards Derek’s throat, fingers digging into his fur deep.
He watched the dark body still, ears folding back in what didn’t look aggressive but anticipatory. “A little slut that needy to be put into place no matter the form, hm?”
Derek whined, muzzle opening to let his tongue loll out. He shifted his hind legs and John could feel himself smirk as he caught a glimpse of Derek’s cock beneath his belly – a deep red against the black of his fur.
“I’ll give you exactly what you need…”
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It was hard to hear anything other than the pounding of his own heartbeat in his ears. His face felt hot with embarrassed excitement, fingers slick with a generous amount of lube as he slowly pulled them out of Derek’s eagerly flexing hole. He’d never thought this would be something that would happen; that he’d be kneeling behind Derek’s wolf form and finger him open; having to hold his tail out of the way with the other hand so he wouldn’t smack him in the face with his ridiculous wagging.
Derek was even helping; hunching his slim hips and bearing down on the intrusion, low canine grunts spilling from his throat as he got fingered.
John had no idea if there was a prostate for him to find, but Derek seemed to enjoy himself all the same. His cock was out and bouncing loosely beneath his belly, long strings of clear pre-cum dripping to the floor and his nose close to the ground as he panted.
When John pressed in, it was all and nothing like he expected – imagined… over and over again. Derek was even softer like this; muscles not as firm and gripping as in his human form. He was opening up like the little whore he was, swallowing his thick cock and taking him without a sign of distress.
He was wet and warm and his fur felt soft against John’s hip bones when he finally bottomed out, mouth open and chin on his chest as he stared down in disbelief.
He couldn’t belief Derek actually had taken him; that he’d forced his cock into that little hole and had it hug him lovingly, desperately, slim canine hips hunching and moving slightly. He could feel Derek’s quick, panting breaths when he curled his fingers around his belly and bumped into the hard, warm cock beneath.
“You alright?” he mumbled; he couldn’t hear his own voice but it felt like his mouth was filled with cotton. He wasn’t sure whether Derek had even understood his intelligible babble – only that he seemed to have because he was nodding, tail shivering against John’s belly and that soft squishy tissue of his ass squeezing down on his cock; inviting him to move in slow, even strokes that had both of them groan in satisfaction.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he whispered, hunched across Derek’s slim back as he fucked in small, dirty grinds of his hips into the wolf.
Derek’s tongue was lolling out of his muzzle in a satisfied grin.
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