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Red Moon: Revolution: Chapter 20.5

The light touch on his thigh, felt through the thick, snow white, Egyptian cotton towel, felt like a raging inferno to Dmitri who was having trouble containing himself. So much effort, small advances, touches, gestures, all working their way up to this pivotal moment were paying off now as Trevor began to explore his mate.

The deft hands gave a gentle, explorative squeeze, testing these previously conquered, but now unknown grounds. He could feel the muscles rippling under his palm, shifting under the skin, reacting to him. Dmitri’s breaths were slow, but forced, his breath wafting through Trevor’s hair.

The smell of shampoo lingered in the air from Dmitri’s recent shower, but a strong werewolf like Dmitri didn’t smell of lilacs for long. His scent, powered by a libido that had been forcibly put into check for two long, long years, was quickly permeating the small area around the two lovers.

Trevor couldn’t help but take long deep breaths through his nose, greedily sucking in the earthy, pungent aromas that were wicking off of Dmitri. He could feel the smell burrow itself in his brain, poking and prodding areas that had been dormant for so long. A surge of newfound energy and desire coursed through him, traveling down his spine, tingling all the way down his extremities. He couldn’t stop himself from shaking slightly or from stopping the tent from erecting itself in his nice slacks. If he even wanted to stop it.

All that from a single touch, a small squeeze. The two could only wonder what more adventurous actions could cause.

Dmitri was ready to pounce, too long had he waited for this, too long had he relied on the fading memories of their prior experiences. That one cold wintery night in the hotel where their bodies had mingled and their juices had mixed for the first time. It was like the tide before a tsunami, receding beyond sight. He had tried to hold on to it, but age decays away all. Now he was ready to a new surge to fill the gaps that two years had left.

He reached up, the couch that they had settled down on giving an uncomfortable groan as he shifted on the cushion, to return that light, tentative touch. His large, powerful hands, capable of causing harm and destruction to all his foes were also capable of showing so much love and compassion. He used the back of his hand to caress Trevor’s cheek, the feeling of his stubble, abrasive against his hand, but not in a bad way, it scratched a scratch that was more than skin deep.

Trevor leaned into the hand that brushed his cheek, lighting more inner fires that he did not know had gone dark. His heart fluttered in his chest and he felt a moment of panic, a sudden existential moment of reality of where he was, what he was about to do. He looked up at Dmitri, those soft, brown eyes that he knew would turn a deep, glowing yellow at the right moments. Those eyes that were so familiar even though he had only looked into them for a few days. There was no emotion other than utter devotional love and care in them and it soothed that small panic that had erupted inside of Trevor.

Trevor had second guessed himself every step of the way. He had wondered if going with Dmitri back in Seattle was a good idea. He had debated in his mind if allowing this werewolf that had crash landed in his life to court him was smart. He had allowed it, trying to convince himself that it was for the better that there was no harm. There was harm, he would be putting his life in danger, there were powers out there that wanted him dead. He had debated all of this in his mind enough to put Congress to shame, but here, in this moment, the filibuster was over, the votes were cast.

Trevor got up from the couch, slowly, his feet unsteady under him like a new born fowl. He gave Dmitri a quick, but suggestive wink when he got a confused look. If this was going to happen, he wanted to make sure that the only smells, the only thing that would devour their senses was their own and Trevor was quickly becoming aware that he too, like Dmitri before his shower, reeked of the busy city of San Fransisco.

Trevor slipped into the still steamy bathroom, the moisture instantly clinging to his skin. He closed the door, only leaving a sliver of space open.

The bathroom was small, but more than adequate. There was a single sink with a white marble top and gleaming stainless steal pipework that had a layer of condensation clinging to its cold surface. The toilet, looking as new as the day it was made, sat next to it. That took up only a small space, leaving plenty of room for the shower.

Half of the room was engulfed by it. A glass wall bisected the room right in half, separating the gray tiles of the shower from the white tiles of the rest of the room.

Trevor began to strip. He peeled off his clothes that were damp from the humidity and his sweat. He felt out of breath from that small encounter with Dmitri. It had done more to him than he had expected. His body had craved Dmitri all day and Trevor hadn’t understood it at all. Now he felt as if he was going to die if he didn’t do something tonight, or rather in the next few hours, the desire was so strong.

Buttoned shirt, undershirt, slacks, boxers, all came off one after the other and were folded and deposited on the edge of the sink in a neat and dignified stack. Even when his stiff, hard, cock was already leaking, having left an impressionable stain on the inside of his boxers, he couldn’t just bunch up his clothes and toss them to the side in a ball.

It was sensitive to the touch, more so than ever as Trevor inspected his erection. It was harder than normal, so full of blood that the pressure made it feel as if it was going to burst.

Trevor slowly wrapped his hand around it and the slight movement of his skin over the shaft was enough to elicit a moan from the man as a quick shot of clear liquid jumped out of it and landed right on top of the stack of clothes.

He quickly let go, not wanting to waste himself so early and on his hand at that. He felt a blush crawl across his cheeks from the noise he made. There was no doubt that Dmitri had heard it, not even a normal human would have heard it.

Not wanting to make the wolf, who was probably having his own issues between his legs at the time, wait, Trevor slipped into the shower, opening the glass door that was warped and made to make anyone standing on the other side of it a blurry blob, and stepped over the raised edge.

The floor was wet and cold, contrasting against the warm air around him and the hotness in his loins.

Trevor twisted the knob on the wall and the already hot water splashed from the large nozzle, instantly wrapping Trevor in a hot embrace. The shower instantly filled with steam, making it even harder to see what was going on outside of the shower, the white toilet blended into the wall and the sink was no more than a slight discoloration through the glass.

Hands rubbed down Trevor’s body, washing to sweat and work of the day away slowly and methodically. He scrubbed at his arms with a washcloth that had been left behind. It smelled of Irish Green and Dmitri, that same woody smell that Trevor was quickly growing to love. He rubbed down his entire body and face with that cloth, occasionally dispensing a small amount of body wash onto it. As much as he wanted to be surrounded by Dmitri’s intoxicating scent, he was sure that the big man didn’t want to smell himself all the time.

Showering was routine for the man. He started with his shoulders and neck, working down his chest, over his pecs and down to his midsection where a thin layer of fat covered over his toned, but not overly muscular abs that he barely had to work for to keep. It was part of being a werewolf, he just naturally had muscles, but being a smaller man that he was, it just gave him a very defining and toned appearance.

Normally from there Trevor would normally moved down to his crotch that was encased in a neatly trimmed bush of curly black hair. He avoided it since his raging erection refused to fade away. It seemed to grow even more angry and red, throbbing almost to the point of discomfort. It was so sensitive that even the water hitting it from the shower was arousing Trevor more than he knew he could be. He went to his legs instead and then moved to his back.

Trevor was too busy cleaning, so focused on the task at hand that he didn’t hear, despite his improved senses, the door squeaked slightly from it being opened. Nor did he notice the figure through the glass that slowly approached him because his back was to the wall.

Dmitri did hear the moan and that did cause issues. It was a moan that he wanted to hear, but not from the other room. He wanted that moan to be right next to him, right in his ear and he wanted to be the cause of it.

The heavy towel didn’t do anything to stop Dmitri’s arousal, the fabric rubbing against his pride only made him harder as he instantly stood up, the towel falling off of him. He stood there, naked, already leaking, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, wondering if he should go after Trevor or not. Oh, how he wanted to so much.

The sound of the shower came to Dmitri’s ears and he could see steam begin to leak out of the bathroom. The door was still a little open. Was that an invitation or was it just to help air circulation?

He stood there and gave off a very puppy like whine as his brain, that was over analyzing everything spared with his boner. It was only when the steam got to him and he smelled Trevor’s scent mixed with his own, just like how he imagined it should, did his cock win.

The door gave off a small squeak when his opened it, but the sound went on deaf ears as Dmitri gazed into the steamy bathroom and instantly locked his gaze on the blurry image of his mate washing himself.

He slowly walked in, closing the door fully this time so that nothing would escape. He saw the clothes on the counter of the sink, a single clear glob of clear liquid glistened on the top. Curiosity brought Dmitri’s nose to it.

Hunger was an under-exaggeration, Dmitri felt like a man who had been starving out at sea and the single smattering of Trevor’s pre was the ship on the horizon, a promise of salvation and a feast to sate his malnourishment. Sometimes starving people ate themselves to death.

Body, charged with hormones that would put a breeding stallion to shame and a reinvigorated libido to match, Dmitri marched to the shower door and opened it.

Trevor was too preoccupied washing his feet to notice the crazed stare on his bent over rear.

Dmitri gazed down at his mate, HIS MATE, as he washed his feet. He gazed at that perfectly molded rear, the two cheeks, mounds of perfection that hid a prize beneath. He looked between and slightly under to see Trevor’s swaying balls just barely visible. All his.

The touch was a shock to Trevor, but not entirely unexpected. The hand grabbed his right buttock hard, giving him a good solid squeeze that drew out a sharp yip from him. He stood straight up, his back slapping hard against Dmitri’s chest and pushing the taller man’s erection into the small of his back.

They both stood there in silence, only the persistent noise of the cascading water over their bodied filling the air.

“I couldn’t resist.” Dmitri said in a deep, testosterone filled growl as he buried his nose deep into Trevor’s head hair. His eyes fluttered, his senses being overloaded by to many sensations flowing in from all points of his body at once. “I just couldn’t.” He said almost apologetically though he didn’t have any regrets.

Trevor bit his lower lip. It was happening. It was really happening. All of his decisions were finally coalescing to this one moment that would blossom to many more. He wasn’t afraid though, not anymore, no more doubts lingered in his mind anymore. The timid man that had shied away from this man, this werewolf was gone, he gave himself fully to the cause.

Trevor slowly turned around, fully aware of the sensation on his back of Dmitri’s proud cock drawing a line across his back and then to his front like some magic maker.

Their bodies pressed against each other tightly as Dmitri pulled Trevor in to him. It felt so right to hold him like this, nothing between them but their skin and their inhibitions. Inhibitions be screwed, Dmitri wanted to make his mate happy, to fill him with joy. No more waiting, not one more second.

Dmitri slowly lowered himself, kissing Trevor on the forehead, the nose, stopping at his lips. His tongue forced itself into Trevor’s mouth where it quickly took up residence, dancing, tasting in a reconquered cavern. He then slid down more, his tongue sliding out of Trevor’s leaving the man yearning for more and leaving a drool running down his chin. Dmitri teased Trevor’s neck, giving him small nips that made his squirm and moan, Trevor’s gripping onto Dmitri’s shoulders, kneading into them in pure bliss.

Next came the nipples. Small, perked, pink mounds. Dmitri moved from one to the next, drawing wet circles around them with his tongue, Trevor shivered, his knees buckling beneath him and Dmitri shoved his hand between Trevor’s legs and pushed up, keeping him up right while planting his hand firmly between his cheeks.

The kisses traveled down Trevor’s abdomen, small pecks until Dmitri finally got to where he was going.

The erection, not as large as Dmitri, but still prominent for a human, thanks to his wolf blood, glared back at him. A small stream of clear fluid that stuck to the shaft, unlike water, was already running down Trevor’s thigh and onto Dmitri’s arm that was being used to support Trevor up.

Slowly, Dmitri pushed Trevor back, small guiding shuffles, until he was firmly against the wall. Trapped with nowhere to go.

Dmitri slid his arm out from under Trevor now that he could use the wall to support himself. He wiped his arm down with his other hand, collecting the pre that had drenched his arm hair. He coated his palm with it, as much as he could get and then wrapped his fingers around the fleshy spire.

Trevor watched it all from his higher vantage, half in a sexual daze, but all the willing. He pushed hard against the wall, forcing himself onto his toes when those strong fingers wrapped around him. He felt his hips jerk forward and a shot came out of his sensitive cock and landed on Dmitri’s cheek. He didn’t seem to notice as he began to stroke up and down Trevor’s length.

Trevor’s breath’s grew ragged at the sensation of having his mate jerk him off. The strokes were slow and long, going all the way from the base of the shaft up to his head where he twisted his hands, the callouses that had formed from centuries of hard work rubbed against the sensitive tip. Trevor leaked even more, adding to the already copious amounts of natural lube, creating an excess that gave of lewd slurping and bubbling noises.

Dmitri scooped up the excess in his other hand after pushed his arms between Trevor’s legs and behind him again where he rubbed those cheeks, slowly pushing his had deeper and deep until his was rubbing right against his mate’s tight pucker that had only known one master. His fingers teased the hole, not pushing it, yet while he also continued to stroke Trevor off, his ministrations growing faster and faster in sync with Trevor’s moans and rapid breathing.

He was getting close. Trevor felt it in his very being, his balls were being pulled up tight against his body, his muscles tensed up, the searing pain of pleasure wracking his groin as his lover, mate stroked him off. Then it all stopped.

The feeling faded, leaving Trevor wanting more, so much more. He had closed his eyes, unable to keep from squeezing them shut. He opened them and looked down and gave a gasp as he saw himself disappear into Dmitri’s maw.

He tasted salty and sweet at the same time. The thick, globs of pre rolling across his tongue as it slid up under Trevor’s member. He sucked in the entire length in one go, feeling new shots of pre hit the back of his throat which he swallowed and let its smell rise up into his nostrils from his mouth, completely filling his sense of smell with that of Trevor’s pure, unadulterated essence.

His head slowly bobbed up, letting only the head rest in his mouth before he slid back down until his nose was buried it the thick curly hair of Trevor’s crotch. He quickly swallowed all of the pre that he had been using to lube him before, replacing it with his saliva.

He renewed his teasing of Trevor’s rear as well, prodding the entrance, slowly pushing in and out until he could get the first knuckle of his index finger it. From there he pushed in his middle finger. It was had to do and he listened to his mate’s breathing, not wanting to cause too much discomfort, ready to stop instantly if he was told to do so. Trevor never said anything, instead he grabbed onto the side’s of Dmitri’s head and began to buck lightly into his mouth.

Trevor couldn’t properly comprehend the world anymore as his mind struggled to cope with the feeling of the glorious blowjob that he was getting while also being penetrated by two of Dmitri’s thick fingers that were pushing in and out, getting ever deeper into him an eventually prodding his walnut sized prostate, sending more shocks and jolts up his spine into his brain. Trevor couldn’t even slurp up the drool that was leaking out of his mouth and dripping onto Dmitri’s head. All he could do was give into his primal urges and desires.

Dmitri felt the climax coming as Trevor clenched around his head and his fingers at once as his cock jumped up and hit the room of Dmitri’s mouth. The first jet almost gagged Dmitri as his tongue swirled around the length of Trevor, guiding Trevor’s thick and salty seed right down his throat. The jets were thick and numerous. Dmitri stopped his bobbing, letting Trevor face fuck him, shoving as much of his cock in as possible.

Trevor let out deep grunts as his cheeks clenched tightly around Dmitri, his rectal muscles flagging with each spurt of seed.

Four, five, seven, ten, it kept coming as if Trevor’s body had saved up the past two years for this one moment. The ejaculations never stopped as Trevor’s orgasm seemed to only grow in strength.

It was a full thirty seconds later that Trevor finally ceased his deposits.

Trevor fell forward over Dmitri’s head, his hands rubbing his love’s hair. He was awash in pure bliss as the shower, still going strong massaged his back.

Dmitri let the softening member slid out of his mouth, not a single drop had escaped. He then slid his fingers out of Trevor’s stretched hole and stood up to bring them into a hug and a passionate kiss that ended up in the exchange of saliva.

Trevor could taste himself on Dmitri’s tongue as he parted his lips for that strong, roaming tongue that he sucked on with force.

Their make out session was interrupted when Trevor felt something prodding him in the gut. He broke off to look down and saw that Dmitri had been left unattended to. His erection was still going strong, having gone untouched the entire time.

Trevor felt guilty for letting Dmitri do so much for him while he didn’t do anything for him in return.

Both of their gazes fell of the pulsing manhood as it jumped up angrily with each heartbeat, pre forming at the tip, coalescing into a drop before falling down to the tile floor where the streams of water carried it to the drain.

“How did we forget that?” Trevor asked as his hands roamed over Dmitri’s strong back, feeling the curves of his muscles, traveling down to the top of his hips and feeling where he believed a tail would sprout.

Dmitri gave a light chuckle and cupped Trevor’s as in his hand where a stretched hole awaited. “You may have forgotten.” He slipped a finger still wet and slippery from a little bit of pre that hadn’t been washed up right into Trevor who tensed around him and gasped. “But, I didn’t. In fact, I think you can make up for forgetting quite easily.”

Trevor blushed and looked off to the side with a sly smile on his face, him biting his upper lip.

Dmitri lifted Trevor’s chin so that he could look at his love. “If, that’s fine with you.” As much as he wanted to bury his bone, being mates was more about both parties being consensual. One side couldn’t force something like this on the other.

Trevor answered by going onto his toes and planting his lips onto Dmitri’s who leaned down to receive it.

Dmitri slowly lifted Trevor up off the ground and felt those legs swing around his hips, straddling him tightly. His cock was right beneath Trevor’s hole and he pulled his finger out, dragging along Trevor’s taint before cupping his balls, rolling them between his fingers.

Trevor murred and hissed a little as he was slowly lowered down. The tip alone was thicker than Dmitri’s two fingers. It stretched him out more than he could ever remember, which really wasn’t. He hadn’t slept with anyone since Russia. Anyone who seemed kind enough to date just didn’t seem right to him, he felt off balance around other people as soon as there was a possibility of taking a date to the bedroom. There was none of that here though, this felt right, it felt more natural than breathing, being here, giving himself to Dmitri.

The head popped in, releasing a bit of pressure on Trevor, only to have it replaced as Dmitri continued to lower Trevor onto his shaft.

Trevor sucked in a pained gasp, but pushed Dmitri to keep going forward. He wanted this more than anything else.

Slowly, in by inch, Dmitri was engulfed by Trevor’s insides that massaged him until he had fully hilted. Then came the same process to pull out to make sure Trevor was properly stretched for a proper mating and to let Dmitri’s near endless supply of pre to lube his mate.

Trevor gritted his teeth. It felt like an endless shaft each time he hilted Dmitri or when he pulled out. He pushed his forehead into Dmitri’s chest, wrapping his arms rightly around his neck and he legs around his waist.

After four complete thrusts, Dmitri pushed Trevor back against the same wall and used it as leverage to begin systematic thrusts, pulling half way out and then going all the way back in with loud squelches and pre leaked out from around Trevor’s tight clamp on him.

Trevor’s body shuddered each time he felt Dmitri fully in him and he bounced himself, trying to milk Dmitri as his cock jabbed at his prostate more aggressively than any fingers could He could feel his erection already coming back, his dick no longer just flopping between then, but bouncing as well as it filled with blood.

The two wet bodies slapped against each other and Dmitri shifted Trevor, holding onto one of his legs and pulling it up to get a better angle to get long and powerful pushes to get as much of himself into the man as possible.

Dmitri was already getting close. He wished that he could last so much longer, to make love with Trevor all night, but after being pent up for so long, that wasn’t going to happen. He clenched every muscle in his body, trying to extend their mating for as long as possible when Trevor had his second orgasm.

Not nearly as large or powerful as the first one, Trevor’s cum shot up in an arm between the two bodies, painting their chests. Trevor’s insides clenched around Dmitri’s cock, massaging the sensitive shaft even more.

Dmitri lifted his head up to the ceiling and let out a primal roar, not caring who would hear it. He wanted to let the world know that he had reclaimed Trevor as his own that nothing was going to stop that.

Dmitri shot his load into Trevor with one final thrust that almost unseated Trevor from his precarious perch. He painted the inside of Trevor white as he let loose his even larger load that both pooled deep inside Trevor’s bowel and leaked back out where it dripped in thick, spools back to the ground and onto their legs.

A warmth filled Trevor deep inside as he relished the feeling of having his mate fill him up entirely. He hugged Dmitri close as the orgasm carried on for a full minute and Dmitri pulled Trevor and himself away from the wall.

They stayed like that, Dmitri still inside, deep inside as they enjoyed their afterglow.

Dmitri nuzzled into Trevor’s cheek, filled with bliss and then lifted him off of him where all the cum that didn’t leak around the side spilled out in a torrent, splashing onto the ground in a cacophony that drowned out the still going shower that was quickly washing away their naughty deeds.

After a quick drying off session, using the same towel that they wrapped around each other and spent more time kissing than drying. The couple retreated to the warm blankets of their bed where, despite it still being bright out, they fell into a sex induced slumber in each other’s arms.