Wolf you Up!

"When are you leaving for the dorms?" Greg asked Connor who shoved a toasted toast filled with jam into his mouth.

"Tomorrow, at dawn. Glen will help me to move my things."

"I…"

"No, it's fine. No need to overwork you. Glen rarely gets a chance to use his alpha strength which is probably rotting somewhere inside his body, it will be a good warm-up for him."

Greg squeezed his hand around the bag he was already holding in his hand, a sign that he was about to leave for the lab.

After Connor showed up at his house one night, the boy regularly slept over with the scientist who couldn't refuse him anything. Soon one day became two and before he knew it the boy was spending the weekdays at home and the weekends when he wasn't sent to special training sessions, he was going back to his parents' house where Glen joined him. Gradually the two young men were mourning. With good and bad days.

However, Connor still hadn't found the strength to stay alone in his childhood home. Now that the time for parting had come, Greg couldn't help but feel bad.

He had easily gotten used to the presence of this unusual roommate. Connor came back from his classes at the academy with wounds and bruises that he always ended up taking care of when he wasn't falling asleep from studying.

The scientist had discovered a new side to the young man who captured his heart and was forced to learn the pain of bereavement while working to achieve his goal. Connor's dedication and mental, along with his weaknesses had made the man even more attached.

With this departure, Greg had only one fear, that the younger man would continue on his way and forget him.

He looked at Connor who had started eating again while reading something on his phone and held back the sigh that threatened to leave his lips.

"You want to eat something special for your last night here?"

Connor looked up from his screen and his gaze on Greg made the man's heart flutter. He put the feeling aside and waited for the answer which came with an enigmatic smile.

"I'll take care of dinner."

"Okay? I might be late so I'll let you know when I finish."

"'Kay! See you!" The student waved his hand and Greg left his apartment.

The scientist's day in the lab was uneventful. When he reached his apartment, it was already late and the inside was dark. His heart throbbed when he realized that Connor must have had other plans or an emergency to deal with.

He left his shoes in the hallway, turned on the light in the living room before sinking onto the sofa. Greg loosened his tie with one hand and let his head fall back on the backrest.

"I guess that's it." He muttered before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

A movement on the couch pulled him out of his lethargic state. He felt someone climb to straddle him.

"That's rude. I told you I'll take care of tonight's diner and you want to sleep without a bit?"

"Connor what are you…"

Soft lips pressed against his mouth prevented him from finishing his sentence. Every time he tried to speak, Connor drowned out his words with a kiss, tender, playful and sensual at the same time. Greg's mind was clouded with fatigue and surprise. After being rejected by Connor, being woken up by the young man kissing him is something he hadn't even dared to imagine.

Even when the younger man started coming to his home to escape the loneliness and the pain of bereavement, he didn't once try to take advantage of the situation. Greg established and respected the barriers. He didn't want to do anything that could put Connor in a situation that would cause him pain.

The brown-haired man pecked his lips again and his hands moved to either side of his face, caressing his cheeks with their fingertips.

"Connor… Connor…Co…" The younger one stubbornly ignored his word, and when he felt Greg's hands grab his hips, he was relieved.

Even when he climbed on top of the man dozing in front of him, Connor had been afraid of being rejected. He had missed his chance once, he didn't know if the man would give him another one.

He had tried several times to tell him, to make Greg understand that his feelings had grown deeper as he saw the way the man treated him.

But the whole time he was here, Greg had respectfully kept his distance. So much so that he had begun to think that the man was over him.

Tonight, he had decided to question his body, because he was too afraid to know what his heart would tell him. When he felt Greg's hands that responded to his kisses with caresses he savored his small victory.

Intoxicated by Connor's kisses, Greg ended up putting aside his questions. He answered the advances of the young man who, this time, had made the first step. His hands stroked the skin, which gave off a slightly sweet scent. From the hips, his fingers slipped to the buttocks they began to knead.

Their kiss grew more passionate and when one of Greg's hands moved up to grab Connor's neck to stop him from backing up, the younger man opened his mouth to let him in.

Greeting the invitation, Greg slid his tongue out and started a passionate and heated dance.

Encouraged by the moans his partner let out against his mouth, he slid his hand to the knot of the bathrobe which he opened, revealing Connor's naked body. His dick erected and already glistening with precum touched Greg's shirt and the man broke their kiss to enjoy the godly vision in front of his eyes.

Lips parted, breath panting, eyes unfocused and already clouded with pleasure, Connor blinked and his tongue flicked between his teeth. Greg felt his dick twitching.

Connor's presence at his house had kept him from having one-night stands, and he wasn't in the mood anyway. It had been months since he had done anything and with his job where he was given more and more responsibility, he could consider himself lucky if he found the strength to jerk off.

Connor didn't know how dangerous it was to awake his urges like this. He was hungry and the teen would quickly regret it.

Greg pulled away from Connor's lips and moved down his neck briefly, licking it before sliding his tongue over a nipple.

"Aagh!"

Connor's gasp was the only encouragement the man needed to keep going. He tickled the nipple with his tongue, watching for the reactions of the younger man who had slipped a hand his hair and pulled it every time a wave of pleasure ran through him.

The brown-haired man moaned and Greg bit the hardened nipple between his teeth, eliciting a cry from Connor whose back arched to press his body against the harassing mouth.

"Nnngh!"

Greg smirked and raised his hand which was still kneading the young man's buttocks. He grabbed the lone nipple and continued to bite, lick and kiss Connor's chest which was now covered with kiss marks, hickeys, and bite marks.

When he was satisfied, Greg moved away. After an appreciative look at the masterpiece he had painted with his tongue on this exquisite canvas, he approached Connor's face but did not kiss him.

His eyes locked with the hazel irises and the young man understood why when he felt Greg's hands next to his hole.

After his first catastrophic experience that forced him to deal with his feelings, Connor had never again gone on a night out or looked for a partner. The reason was that he no longer wanted to experiment at all. His body was longing for the touch of the man he had tasted only once.

Greg gently caressed the younger man's buttocks and put his finger just at his entrance. With a nod, Connor gave him the permission he was asking for and Greg crushed his lips with a sweet and heated kiss.

When the kiss blew the brown-haired man's mind, he pushed one digit inside up to his first knuckle. He continued kissing Connor to distract him and slid his finger until he was fully inside.

He let the young man adjust to the feeling of a foreign body inside him, and after a moment he began to thrust his finger to relax Connor's muscles and prepare him to receive his cock.

At first, Greg felt Connor's body was tense. He clutched the back of his neck with his arms like he dreaded the pain. Greg slowed down the pace and intensified his kiss. Skillfully, he stroked the member dripping with pre-cum with his free hand. Connor's body had slowly relaxed, surrendering to the different waves of pleasure.

He didn't even notice when a second finger slipped inside him.

"Hm. Hmmm!"

Connor continued to moan against his mouth. His lips were swollen from the kisses and the brown-haired man felt his head fuzzier and fuzzier from the pleasure that made his cock twitch.

The feeling of Greg's fingers inside him wasn't scary as he had dreaded. For a few seconds, Connor had even started to move his hips to meet the fingers and direct them towards a certain spot that sent electricity through his spine.

Greg pulled away from him and withdrew his fingers which elicited a moan of protest from the young man.

The man chuckled and pecked his lips. "Let's go to bed."

He didn't wait for Connor to answer him and lifted the boy off the couch.

His erection was painful and the man had only one desire, thrust deep inside the man who had finally given himself to him. He didn't know why, or what was the trigger. The only thing he wanted was to finally connect with him after so long, both emotionally and physically.

Once in the bedroom, he laid Connor down on the bed. Too impatient to unbutton his shirt, he just jerked it open, popping all the buttons. His pants were thrown away somewhere he didn't even bother to look and Greg almost gasped when he felt the cool air in the room on the thin, sensitive skin of his cock. He was about to lose it.

He bit his lip and used what little rationality he had left to pull the lube and a box of condoms out of his nightstand drawer.

Connor stared with desire and apprehension as he saw the erect cock about to enter him. A smile curved his mouth when he saw that Greg hadn't taken the time to take off his tie. He waited until the man had unrolled the condom over the entire length of his penis, then grabbed the piece of midnight blue fabric to draw the man to him and kissed him tenderly.

The softness of the kiss calmed Greg who felt that they were finally on the same page. He responded to the kiss with at least as much fervor and with one long, slow thrust he finally connected with the man he loved.

Feeling Greg's cock plunge and massage his deepest part, Connor couldn't help the lone tear that slipped down his cheek.

"Hey, are you hurt?"

Connor just shook his head in denial and after another kiss, the man began to move slowly.

At first, the feeling was overwhelming. Different from the fingers that prepared him earlier. The feeling of being filled and open with each thrust made him moan more and more intensely. Suddenly, Greg's dick scratched a particular spot and electricity ran through Connor's whole body.

"Aaangh!"

When he saw his reaction, Greg started to aim for the same spot again.

"Ahh…Ahh…Aangh!

"You like it here?"

Connor couldn't answer just moaned over and over as deep inside him a feeling rose.

"Tell me, Connor, my love, my sweet heart. Tell me…"

"Ahh!"

The sound of their two bodies colliding filled the room.

"Please, tell me!"

Connor gathered the scattered pieces of his mind to answer the man who was begging him.

"Y-Yes… I-I li. Hmmm! I like it! Anngg! I…like…. it."

As if that was what he was waiting for, Greg gave him a devastating smile and Connor felt his heart explode with love for the man in front of him. But the latter wasn't done with him.

The scientist straightened his chest to change position and placed a calf from Connor on each of his shoulders. He wrapped the legs with his arms and with only one movement he thrust even deeper.

He saw Connor's eyes roll before returning to their original position. He no longer knew how to endure the pleasure that was starting to melt his brain. His hands gripped the sheets as the man continued to pound on him.

When with a last deep thrust, Greg ejaculated, Connor's cock released his warm semen. The brown-haired man felt his lover's body fall on top of him out of breath. He turned his head so they could face each other and Connor placed a kiss on the tip of his nose.

"I think I don't just only love you. I adore you."

When he woke up the next morning, the bed next to him was empty. On the pillow, he found a handwritten note and smiled as he read it.

"I'll be back in 538 days!

Don't wander around, you're mine now!

From: Your heart's owner."

Greg fell backward, one arm covering his eyes, and snorted then he muttered to himself.

"I also adore you, my Sweetheart."

His alarm went off and Greg turned to turn it off and ran his hand over his itchy neck. He went to the bathroom and stopped in the mirror to take a look. His skin was covered with bite marks and hickeys left by Connor. He chuckled and touched the itchy area again before starting to get ready for his job.

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537 DAYS AFTER

Greg woke up in the night to someone ringing and banging on his door. The man had come home after midnight from work and he wasn't sure if the clock's needle had made two complete turns since he had laid his head on the pillow.

He walked over to the door which he opened, determined to curse the person in front of him, and froze. Connor wriggled his eyebrows and savored his surprise.

"Hi, there! I'm back! Did you wander ar…"

He couldn't finish his sentence. Greg had just grabbed him to throw him over his shoulder and carry him into the bedroom. When he threw on the bed the man he hadn't seen in over a year and a half, he noticed with one glance at the changes in his body and he had only one craving.. To re-tame the man he had missed so much.