Dylan's body grow hot as he felt a hand slowly trail up his chest, a soft gasp escaping his lips from the hot and wet feel on his nipples that twitched in expectancy. His shut eyes carefully fell open to meet a feast for the eyes.
Honey brown eyes, brown hair, a bare upper body that flexed in the right places with every move and a smile that said he was about to be eaten up. And his face, just the perfect one he's been dreaming of. This... this was what gets him going. "You're quite the impatient one, aren't you?" The thick seductive voice of his soon to be predator made his meat between his legs twitch, he bit down on his lower lip and his hips carefully thrusts up in a plead. He couldn't wait anymore, he wanted to be touched and made into a mess. "It's hot." Getting the message, his predators hands slowly trailed back down his chest till they got between his legs, spreading them wide open. Before Dylan could get flushed up about how exposed he was, a head went down his legs and he arched back with a moan. "Haa!" The ecstasy and thrill of being sucked off, the hot thrust that sends a shock through him with every minute while his nipples get played with, he loved it so much it made his head fuzzy. But it wasn't enough, he wanted more, his insides pulsed for more so bad. With the heat getting to his head, he pulls his predators head off him and begged without a hint of shame. "Can you just fuck me already?" His predator fell silent for a minute, then without a warning, Dylan watched his lovely brown eyes glow a changed red as a nasty smirk pulled up his lips. His voice took a deeper tone that made Dylan almost burst out, and he said. "As you wish... Dylan." The last thing Dylan remembered was being pounced on and blinking to find himself flinch back to reality on his bed. What just happened? "Have a nice dream?" His head shot to the side to see his sister going through his wardrobe like she owned it. "Bree? Ugh, what are you doing in my room?" he dragged groggily, pulling his sheet over his chest while being thankful that it hadn't fallen off as usual. "Don't mind me, I'm just here for your green hoodie and I'll be on my way," she glanced back and shot her annoying smile at him. "You can go back to dreaming whatever you were." His confidence drained by a lot as he silently prayed he hadn't mumbled some words out of his dream, they weren't pleasant words to hear especially since no one knows why he's stayed single his whole life. "Get out." "Already," she pulled out the hoodie "on my way out." She made her way out and when he heard his door shut, a loud sigh escaped his mouth as he slumped back down his pillow. The wet feel between his legs made him peek down his blanket. "Really?" he sighed again. He couldn't remember when he'd last had that. And what was up with the last part of his dream? Fangs and glowing eyes? Has his wish of being roughed up finally made him insane that he would dream of a human-beast going down on him? "You're crazy Dylan," he mumbled to himself, his eyes still on the ceiling. A minute of silence passed and the next thing he found himself do was smile. "But his voice was so hot. And that face... that face..." His brow pulled up, that face... he couldn't remember the face. He sat up straight and shut his eyes. Was he stupid? How could he? How could he forget such a face? A face that shook him up so much he could literally still feel the aftereffect. "His face..." he carefully searched his memory. The veiny hands, his hot body, his smirk, his gaze, they were all so clear. His face, slowly started to form, his face... his- ah! He could see it, slightly, he could see it, the blurry image was coming together. "It's comi-" "Hey, Dylan," his door flung open. "I heard your department's holding a party today? You're going right?" Ignore her. You're almost there. "Dylan," she called again, "Dylan... Dylan! Are you ignoring me?!" Almost. "Haa. Some hot guys just moved in next door." His eyes flew open "What?" She gave him a dead look and rolled her eyes. "Stupid, are you going or not?" His eyes fluttered in embarrassment, he fell for it. "Why are you asking me that?" "Because I want to know if you're going or not." "Why are still concerned about what we do at school. Didn't you graduate like five years ago?" "That was last year you dimwit," she glared, ready to throw a punch. "It's for the freshmen, okay? So no, I have no business with that." "But aren't you one of the committee?" His brain did a quick reset. "Ugh, right." "Good to know, then." she smiled and stepped out before he could say anything else. He shook his head tiredly and got up. He should freshen up, he thought while making his way to his bathroom. His eyes met the mirror and he leaned against the washbasin while giving his whole life a quick run through. Dylan Kerwood. 22 years old college student, currently taking biomedical engineering, side hobby is drawing hot guys and staring at hot guys, secretly gay, single, and looking for a hot man of perfection to fuck him up, destroy him from the inside while he sticks his hot dick inside his mouth while taking him from behind with his fingers, making him unable to think and beg for his life while being spanked so hard his whole body aches in ecstasy. He chuckled. Just kidding... by a quarter. How glad he was that no one could read his mind. Soon after he was done cleaning and dressing up, while also being bombarded with questions from his parents to why he was up so early, he took an early breakfast and stepped out for an errand. His classes weren't until noon, and he'd cleared off all the workload he had in preparation for the night party the previous day. He had some time to kill. He swung the door open but froze immediately he stepped on his front porch, his first line of sight being the load truck parked next door. His eyes lit up. "Bree wasn't lying." he said while unconsciously taking short steps back to sneak a good look in. A curious smile took up his lips while he mumbled to himself. "Does that mean the hot boys are also real." As soon as he said that, he heard someone call out. "I'll get that, you go check if I got the pack." For a minute, Dylan felt his breath get taken away. Was there ever a time there was no flaw in his type? No, never. It's either, brown haired but no hot body, brown hair and eyes but no glaze, nice body... but blond. Anyway, there was always one issue or the other that shattered his perfectly built image according to his taste. His taste was a basic one and he knew that much, so he would ask himself why it was so hard to find. However, "Oh..." for the first time in his life, "My hot daze." Honey brown beady eyes that has its glaze nature shine even more beautifully in the sun... despite him staring at the man atop the truck which Dylan had zero interest in, soft brown hair that swayed along with the wind, his body flexed as he grabbed two of the boxes and placed each on a his bare shoulders that begged to be licked through his sleeveless shirt. His lips were the epitome of heaven and his sexy smirk directed at something almost made Dylan's legs go weak. "He's perfect." he found himself whisper. Just as he watched the perfect guy of his dreams walk back to the house, he got too engrossed in checking him out that he didn't think much of it when he stopped walking. Without a warning, he spun around and their eyes met. All it took Dylan was a second to embarrass himself. He spun around as fast as he could- maybe a little too much, forgetting he'd hid himself so much in the corner. His head came in contact with the wall and he fell back to the floor with a silent yelp. "Fuck!" he groaned out a squeak, clutching hard at the new part of his head that now seemed to hold a piece of his brain. "Shit, shit... shit!" He let out a quiet cry. "Hey neighbor, you good?" Shit! The concerned voice came closer than expected, and the next thing Dylan could think of was to quietly roll back to his door, pull it open and without looking back, went in and shut the door. "Dylan, you're back already?" his mom asked in surprise. His face pulled up a squeeze as he wished he could cry out his pain that couldn't be put into words. Remember what he said about his type not working out for one reason or the other? Another he hated the most... was how he always does something stupid and embarrassing around them. "Stupid wall. I think I cracked my head." he slid down the door in tears. Out of nowhere, a knock fell on the door and he thought his heart flew out of his mouth. Why was he knocking on their door? "Dylan would you quit playing around and see who's at the door?" "I think I left my phone in the room." his legs scrambled around and he ran past his mom straight up to his room. "W- Dylan!" He kept quiet and tried to listen in on the conversation he was going to have with his mom, but he couldn't hear a thing. So he carefully pulled the door open and was greatly disappointed to hear his mom call out. "It's the milkman, Dylan.""And here we can see how the changes between..." Dylan had his eyes focused straight on the projected notes and diagrams, yet he could barely hear a single word being said as his mind kept going back to the morning. After that, he'd managed to dissuade his mom to let him get his errand in his way back from class. Thankfully, it wasn't something they needed immediately so she said yes. No way he was going back out after... whatever that was. The minute their eyes met, he could've just played it cool and give a gentle nod or just a simple *hey*. But NOOO, he just had to hit his head and fall a most disgraceful fall. Thinking back now, he didn't understand why he had tried to run away. He wasn't doing anything bad. ...maybe not, but it's not written anyway that staring in pure admiration and lust at a complete stranger was legally wrong. His eyes did a quiet stare into thin air and he had to admit. "Haaa, that's stupid. It is wrong" he mumbled underneath his breath. The hunk's ima
The hall was just as loud as he expected it to be. He had to stop back home for a change of cloths and was just glad hs neighbors had no business outside at that period. Now he was at the party and they all seemed like they were enjoying themselves, making him wonder how many people would last for the after-party. He sighted Kira, Dory and Tristan, another committee, at a corner with a cup each in hand. Kira was the first to sight him as she gave him a slick look from all 90 degrees. "Heyyyy, if it isn't the hot chick across the street. Give me a little turn around!" she chuckled loudly through the noise. "Hey guys," No way he was doing the turn around. He had barely put in much thought into my cloths. Just a white denim, black hood 'cause he felt the cold slowly building up, black jeans and one of his best sneakers collection. "Hey!" Dory leaned in despite her voice already being at its loudest, "Great job organizing. The Drama major would get so mad about this tomorrow!" "Bu
The world was spinning, the loud music and changing lights blinded him, but all he could focus on was how happy he was. Whelp! That only lasting for as long as he could remember. He kept getting blank visions and knew he had to get himself together. One minute he was on the dance floor, the second he was on a table doing who knows what, another, he was laughing out his guts while hearing the pain in his friends voices. Out of all these blanks, there was one more he had, and that was when he found himself in a corridor he could barely recognize. He could hear the very faint sound of music seeping in, but the quiet that wasn't the loud music trying to burst through his head, and the stable warm light that wasn't the changing one that messed with his sight, made him get a little hold of himself. The corridor was different from the dance floor. Yes, it was quiet with a breath of fresh air, but the difference was how every corner of the corridor held a pair of drunk and horny col
He stayed frozen in place. "Dylan, You okay?!" his mom's loud voice came from below. They'd left his door open. "Y-yeah, I'm fine." The hell? Why did his back hurt so much? And not just his back, other places that weren't supposed to be hurting did so much that sitting up suddenly felt like a big chore. "What the hell did I do to myself last night?" his eyes agape in wonder. He searched through his brain for anything but sadly, all he had seemed to have gone with his drunken state. His head hurt from thinking too much, and while he pressed the bridge of his nose for comfort while still holding on to his dear back, he still had to head to the restroom. With the little strength he had left, he dragged his aching parts and limped his way to shut his door before heading to the bathroom. As soon as he pushed the door open, he felt something pour down his legs and he frowned. What now? Did he wet himself? He went faster to the toilet for his business and then realized, th
The hell, was this a test?What's going on? Why was he being stared at by two identical Theodores and an older Theodore whose charm perfected the image of a grown Theodore. Was he still hungover?"Dylan! You made it," one of the identical Theodores smiled and came up to him. "I thought you'd still be tired after last night."He'd missed that."Huh...uh, yeah."His brain was still trying to comprehend why there were two Theodores, and why the second Theodore had on a glare. A look he never thought he would see on...Theo?"I'm guessing you didn't know he has a twin."Dylan snapped out of it thanks to the heavenly deep voice that called his whole being. The older Theodore was now also in front of him, and he had on a welcoming smile that Dylan wanted to steal all for himself."Yeah," he breathed a response. "I didn't.""There was no time to mention it, he only got to know my name last night." Theodore defended."I'm Lucas, the eldest." he put out his hand for a shake and Dylan delightfu
"H-hey, you okay?" He heard a worried voice and stares directed at him as he coughed out seriously. He could feel Bree patting his back and he couldn't feel anymore embarrassed. He'd choked on water... if only that was the only reason. "What are you doing, Dylan?" "I'm sorry," he struggled to talk as he coughed out again, he turned to the Waltson's "Could I use your restroom?" Damn it, he'd almost messed up the meals in front of him. "Sure, it's right around that corner." Lucas pointed, "Easy there." "Y-yeah, thanks." He found his way there in no time, as soon as he was in with the door shut, he took in a deep breath and his system broke down. He didn't know if he wanted to scream out but muffle his voice, grab his hair in dismay, or stamp his foot silently and cover his eyes in shame... so he did it all. "You crazy- horny dumbass, stupid self-control lacking idiot!" he squeaked a mumble to himself. The bite marks were all his idea. What?! "Oh my god," he pressed
"Hey, Jackson the second." "Don't call me that." he threw Kira a look of disapproval as soon as she sat next to him, Dorry following behind her. "Hey Dylan," she greeted. "Hey Dorry." "What has you looking so sore? I know you hate morning classes but your face just screams you don't want to be here." Of course his mental state was a mess, his weekend was terrible. Not only did he have a viral video of him dancing like a drunk maniac, breaking things, and running away from his friends who tried to hold him down. But then Theo had the guts to say what?! *I don't remember what happened last night and I don't want to remember.* Like what??! You freaking slept with someone who's not your girlfriend, who's a guy to top it all, and it was his first time. Like that wasn't enough, he found out they all went to the same college. It was hard to believe, but it was the truth. Lucas was a Law major student in his fifth year, Theodore being in the public speaking major in his 3
"What?" Dylan spun around and met Kyle's eyes. He had heard that loud and clear and knew his ears weren't playing tricks on him. But the unchanging glare on Kyle made him think otherwise, Kyle couldn't have said that. So who did? "Hey, Kyle why did you blow out on him like that? Did you two have an argument before?" Kyle let out a silent sigh and took out his phone, he typed in a few words and brought it up to his face. ~~You need to be careful.~~ "What, of Casper?" Kyle typed in again. ~~And stop being so nice to everyone! It makes you look stupid!!!~~ Dylan's mouth fell open, "What?! Hey!" Kyle was already walking away with a furious look. Dylan watched him turn a corner that led down to the basement theatre that had been their original location. Almost like he knew his way just fine. "That kid..." he scoffs in disbelief. "Did he just call me stupid?" Yet, so he was left standing alone, wondering why he was so confused about what had just happened. With no one to answer
Would he be back?He couldn't say, after all he only found the place out of luck. Perhaps if he could take note of the road as he went out it could be much easier.But he couldn't make any promises.**Sorry kid, but I have other things to handle at the moment. I'm not down for babysitting.**With that, he walked away without sparing a glance back. He wasn't ready to get roped in by those bewitching eyes again. His path back was a little tricky, but thanks to his dog form and sharp nose he found his way back just fine.**Damn, just how far in did I go?** He thought as arrived at the road. The sun was no longer in plain sight, and it took a whole while longer than he had calculated to get out. Getting back to the house would be worse, so he had to hurry.Taking one last glance at the woods that looked like it held nothing but nature, he ran off. And just as he thought, his mom was dead worried, but he ensured her he was fine. Chipping in his discovery of the day. She hadn't believed him
••{Five months before Kyle's dash for help.}Wallowing in his unknown predicament of staying a husky, he wandered the woods aimlessly. Humans were never born with the memories of their past lives. He knew that just as everyone does. So could it be a punishment that he still had his? Was that the prize he had to pay for failing to protect the one master he had been sworn to? Or was it simply an effect of losing his core? So many questions he had come up with, yet none fit the mark. He had given up on trying to find an answer.He had moved on in acceptance, If he was given a chance at a new life, he should make the best out of it. The only friend he had in his past was no other than his master, everyone stayed away from him and he never needed them anywhere close. He had his master after all.But all that was soon lost as his willful thinking. Now he had a new chance and he was getting along just fine with the kids at the kindergarten… even if they were all just kids who reminded him e
Kyle followed Mrs. Kerwood into the house, ready to help out with whatever she needed. When they got to the living room, he saw Dylan's dad and Bree sitting on the couch, their eyes on him. Naturally, he sent a smile their way and signed.^^Good morning.^^Their quiet responses reminded him that they weren't still too familiar with signs, so he only gave back a nod that surprisingly didn't get a better reaction. “Have a seat, Kyle.” She pointed at the couch and he obeyed without much thought. He took the single couch across the one where Bree's sat with her dad and it only took him a second to recognize the hostility in the air. Neither of them were smiling, which was just odd considering how chatty and teasing Bree gets when she sees him. Probably they had a bad morning.He turned to see Mrs. Kerwood staring out the window in observation, and she remained like that for a moment before coming back. She walked over to the couch where the others sat and it comfortably took all three
“Mom, I'm off.” he announced as he walked over to her while she remained on the couch. “Alright honey.” she smiled and he stood still in front of her. She stared at him in confusion for a minute then a smile curled up her lips. “Get over here.” He leaned down and gladly took his peck on the cheek, feeling much satisfied. “Be careful out there.” she dropped as usual and he straightened with a nod. “Yeah,” he spun around to Bree and his Dad who also sat around the Tv. “I'll be back.” “Alright bud.” his dad waved and Bree stared up at him. Her gaze giving him the idea that she had something to say, until she raised a brow in question. “What? You want a peck from me too?” His face pulled up in grimace. “Ew, no thanks.” he turned to leave and gave in to the thought in his mind. “Save that for when you get a boyfriend.” The slight chuckle from his parents made him smile as he stepped out. It was the weekend, and he had never felt more excited to leave home. His legs took hurried st
With Dylan's classes ending early as usual, while Kyle was left with one more hour of lecture, he finds himself waiting alone. Bree and Kira had left him for a concert he had zero interest in… after raiding his mini chocolate bar, and Kyle had been nervous to ask him to wait so they could walk home together, so he simply brought it up first.And he was glad he did.Because that hour was just the sort of time alone he needed to knock some sense into himself. What the hell was that? Why did he jump Kyle like a sex craved maniac when the original motive was just a kiss. Had he always been that insane and starved?“Haa, why does he have to be such a great kisser?” he mumbled shamelessly to himself. “And not just a great kisser, but– damn… his size is just so– what the hell am I mumbling to myself right now. Urgh!”His light tap on the lips sealed them up, but not his thoughts.Kyle looked exceptionally charming at school, and he knew his option of why it seemed that way was either, he bee
He took Dylan's hand and started to lead him away from the tree to find a better place to talk. With Dylan following behind without an objection, he got the push to keep going. Knowing the perfect place they could head to. His eyes met his friends stares and he simply rolled his finger around to show they'll be back. They probably couldn't understand signs anyway so signing might just be a waste of his time. They walked off for a few minutes, taking turns down different roads, and finally reached the downward slope that led to the lawn with a pond. **Thank goodness no one's here.** "Did we really have to come all the way here?" Dylan's subtle sniffle brought his attention back to him. And his heart broke at the sight of him hiding a tear. His hands went up to curb Dylan's face in his hands, **Did they really hurt him?... Oh my god.** he pulled Dylan in for a hug and held him in tight, directing his glare at the nothing in particular. **I'll kill them, I'll kill them with my hands
*Exactly 14 hours 30 minutes ago.* As Dylan had left him alone in the night street completely clueless, it had taken him ten whole minutes to realize Dylan had just walked away from him. Looking scared and angry. Yet, not one reason could come to mind. He noticed Dylan phone that had fallen to the ground and picked it up. Still in a daze, he had walked back to his house, shut the door behind him and walked up to the living room. "Hey, Kyle, you're finally back." Lucas stared neck stretched at him over the couch, with the Tv playing. "Mom! Kyle's back! I was just about to give you a call. Where did you go all day? I know you weren't at school, you've been skipping Thursday's lately." He could only stare back at Lucas in silence, his mind still making calculations of his own. "Kyle, you finally come back home. We were getting tired of waiting." his mom spoke as she came down the stairs while he blinked halfly out of his daze.^^Lucas,^^ he called, ^^could you come over here fo
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"Kyle?" "Hold on, Kyle?" Kira's face pulled up. "You mean, Kyle, Theo's twin that knocked the shit out of Melody, Kyle?"Not the way he expected her to point him out, but "Yes, that Kyle."His response made them go quiet while they pondered, and it only took a minute for them to give up on their thoughts."Yeah, I can't see it." Dorry dropped first."Me neither," Kira squinted."See what?" he was forced to ask?"Kyle hurting you. That dude looks like he would rather jump off a train than lay a finger on you." Kira chuckled."How can you tell that? You've only met him once." he stated while adding. "You literally just said it too, we all saw him hit Melody.""So are you saying he hit you?" Dorry came in."No, he would never do that." his words made them all go silent. Including him. Why was he siding him? "I mean so far he hasn't..."Except getting spanked at the hotel room that caused him nerves more good than bad. No way he was telling them that. "Moreover, this wasn't my point. I