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By the time he finally hears the chime from the doorbell, Wise has been hunched over his keyboard for what feels like hours.
This is actually the second time their visitor has rung the bell, he realizes belatedly — he just had his music turned on too loud to hear it the first time, but the visitor app on his phone indicates two doorbell notifications. Exhaustion hits Wise like a truck once he realizes that he actually has to get up and greet the visitor, because he's the only one at home. Belle went out to dinner with her friends — and anyway, she's a cute, petite girl, and sometimes when they're both home, he doesn't like the idea of letting her get the door when someone could theoretically just snatch her up.
But then, he's pretty skinny himself. Wouldn't be much better off if someone big and burly tried to snatch him up.
Anyway. Whatever. It's probably just the mailman.
No one is snatching anyone up today.
His vision feels slightly blurred — he's been reviewing the same few lines of code for a while now, squinting at each individual pixelated letter, trying to figure out where in his script he went wrong — but he knows he needs to get the door. Might be an important package. More importantly, it might be Belle herself, having forgotten her keys or something like that. She's prone to little mishaps like that and always forgets to text him in advance.
Stubbing his toe on his chair as he gets up, Wise curses silently in his head as he winces in pain and then limps downstairs to get the doorbell.
"Hey," Wise sighs, eyes downcast with exhaustion as he's swinging the door open. "If you're a customer, sorry, but we're closed today —"
He stops short in the middle of his sentence.
The man in front of him is the largest and most handsome wolf Thiren he's ever seen — not that it's Wise's first time seeing him.
Despite his imposing appearance, the white wolf bows gracefully, one hand politely clasped to his chest, as if greeting an honored guest.
"Victoria Housekeeping, at your service," the man murmurs, with a subtle swish of his tail. "You requested a full cleaning and care package, I believe?"
Wise stares.
"Oh," he says, very belatedly. "Von Lycaon, right? I — no, I don't think we requested... anything..."
Von Lycaon is normally a gentleman in every sense of the word, so it's a bit of a surprise when the Thiren carefully places one hand on Wise's shoulder and moves him, with gentle force, to the side. The Proxy gives in without much protest, letting Von Lycaon through the doorway, though he feels somewhat at a loss as the white wolf strides confidently through the video store.
As if conducting some dramatic inspection — much to Wise's shame — the man sweeps up a bit of dust that's collected on one shelf with one finger, and then blows the dust off that finger, as if making a point about how shabby Random Play has gotten thanks to Wise's neglect.
"I should be more precise," Von Lycaon says, in a voice that somehow exudes gallant chivalry. "Your sister Belle requested the full cleaning and care package on your behalf. I believe she expressed concern that you have been, shall we say... overworked."
Oh. Is that what happened? Wise relaxes slightly. Well, sure, surprise gifts are a thing that Belle likes to do every now and then. This is the first time she's hired someone from Victoria Housekeeping to take some work off his plate, though.
"I didn't know you do actual housekeeping," he replies by way of idle conversation as he closes the door.
"Our services are varied. We take every job that our staff see fit to fulfill." Von Lycaon's metal legs make a heavy thudding sound against the floorboards as he turns back to Wise. "Well, then. Would you allow me to perform a full dusting of the premises?"
Part of Wise still wants to protest that he really didn't need a housekeeper for the evening. Another part of him realizes that he absolutely does, and also that he didn't have plans to cook dinner on his own. The household tasks he's been neglecting suddenly seem very insurmountable indeed.
"Yeah, sure," comes out of his mouth instead of his concerns. "Do you mind cleaning the store for the customers? Don't worry about the boxes in the back. I don't want you to have to sort all those movies by yourself. I'll get to them eventually." Wise runs a hand through his hair, suddenly realizing that he probably looks like an exhausted mess; tired, bleary-eyed, his face drawn and sallow. It's nice to see a hot guy, but did he have to come over when I look like crap? "I'll be in my room while you work. Just putting some finishing touches on something for our... other business."
Von Lycaon seems amused by his unwillingness to acknowledge their Hollow-diving operations out loud. "Planning around a mission again, no doubt. There is truly no Proxy in New Eridu more skilled than Phaethon," he murmurs, something teasing in the low tone of voice.
"We work hard to maintain the title." Sighing, Wise turns on his heel to move back upstairs to his room. "Call me if you need anything, okay?"
It's hard to tell because of the way his muzzle obscures his face, but Wise thinks he sees Von Lycaon smile briefly before the man silently turns to fetch some cleaning supplies.
To his credit, Wise reflects, Von Lycaon is really a consummate professional in every sense of the word. He's nearly silent as he cleans downstairs. Wise doesn't turn his music back on just in case the man calls him for anything, but even in his silent room, he doesn't hear so much as a Bangboo chirp from the floor below.
Minutes pass. Wise manages to weed out a few of the bugs in his script.
He checks his phone. No new messages from Belle. Von Lycaon is still downstairs cleaning.
Unfocused, he stares at his screen, his vision blurring slightly. He should eat dinner, but he also wants to sleep. Maybe it won't be so bad to just go to bed on an empty stomach? But then, Belle is always telling him that he's too thin...
...It was nice of Von Lycaon to come over and clean, even if it's only because Belle hired him to...
Despite the man's cybernetic legs, and the fact that Wise doesn't have his headphones on — somehow, he still doesn't hear Von Lycaon come up the stairs into his bedroom. Doesn't hear him come in. Doesn't feel him looming behind his chair until one white-furred hand reaches around the back of his neck and presses over his tired eyes, obscuring his vision —
Suddenly, Von Lycaon's hand is clasped over Wise's eyes, obscuring his computer screen from view.
"Excessive overwork will only lead to more errors, Master Proxy," a deep voice breathes into his ear.
Wise is startled, but he relaxes after a moment. He's... in good hands, isn't he? A good hand, rather. Awkwardly, fumbling over the beastman's knuckles, Wise tugs gently at Von Lycaon's wrist, but the wolf butler doesn't release his vision from imprisonment. Blinded for the moment, Wise gives up.
"I was going to take a break," he lies. Without looking, because he knows exactly where his hands are on the keyboard by the feel of the keys alone, he hits the command to save his script, and then sighs. "You finished cleaning already? That was fast."
"Yes, though I haven't cleaned your room yet." He's only stating the obvious. Wise thinks he can feel Von Lycaon's tail swish even without being able to see it. "I see you have no less than four mugs at your desk, Master Wise."
"I... have a bad habit of going out to the kitchen to make a drink, and then..."
"And then you forget to take the mugs back to the sink when you're done."
"Yes." He feels himself smiling wryly. "Sorry."
"No need to apologize to me. More likely, you should apologize to Belle."
"She gets mad at me for hogging all the mugs a lot, yeah." He still can't see anything. He tugs gently at Von Lycaon's hand again. "Are you going to let me go?"
"Perhaps." The beastman's hand moves from Wise's eyes to the back of Wise's neck instead. "Part of my job was also to ensure that you relax. And yet, you are clearly... insufficiently rested."
Wise sighs as his computer screen comes back into view. He lowers his gaze shyly. "It's enough for me that you cleaned downstairs. Thank you for that, by the way."
"Mmm." Experimentally, the butler rubs one thumb into the nape of Wise's neck, and then the other. "How is this?"
Pressure flares at the top of Wise's spine where he tends to experience a buildup in tension; the subsequent sense of boneless relaxation sinks deeply into his back. "Oh." Von Lycaon presses harder, deep enough to work through tight muscle, and Wise feels pain and relief explode through his shoulders and neck in equal measure. "Oh. Oh, that — hurts, but —"
It's hard not to moan. Wise tries to hold himself back, but then Von Lycaon rubs him just right and he swears galaxies explode behind his eyelids. The relief is intense.
He feels so good that his senses are swimming behind his closed eyelids. He leans into the white wolf's touch, his large hands and sturdy fingers. "You have the perfect hands for a neck rub, you know that?"
"I am glad to hear your praise." Again, Wise thinks he hears the faint swish of a wagged tail. "Will you allow me to touch your jaw and temple as well?"
"Sure..."
Those tender hands, with their large and powerful fingers — their touch is surprisingly delicate as Von Lycaon passes his thick thumbs over Wise's jawline and down his neck, giving him a sort of lymphatic facial massage. Diligently, the beastman works his way over Wise's fine cheekbones, his temples, his slender neck.
Wise doesn't remember the last time that even his face felt so relaxed.
Then, suddenly — he finds himself lifted. Which is startling. Sure, he's not a terribly well-built guy, but it's not like he isn't tall?
And yet, Von Lycaon literally just lifts him up and then claims his seat, setting Wise back down in his lap.
Wise suddenly feels like a chew toy.
It's not a bad feeling. He smiles, reclining slightly against Von Lycaon's wide body, now pressed to his back. "Huh? What's up now?"
The beastman butler gently nuzzles his cheek with his snout. The touch of his nose is surprisingly cool to the touch, and makes Wise laugh. "I thought this might be more comfortable for you. How do you feel?"
"Good." The Proxy rolls a little playfully against Von Lycaeon's broad, furry chest, smiling. "You're really soft. And fluffy."
The Thiren's ears twitch. Again, a slight nuzzling from the curious nose. "Do you like things that are soft and fluffy?"
"I'd be surprised if anyone hates them." The innocent of the playful moment, however, is slightly marred by Wise realizing that Lycaon's hands are still wrapped around his waist — and then they slide downward, toward his thighs, squeezing and rubbing them through his loose navy pants. "Ah, wait... hey..."
A low hum, almost akin to a casual growl. "Is something wrong?"
"You, uh..." How is he supposed to tell the man that this well-meaning massage is getting him wet? Awkwardly, Wise shifts his hips a little, as if trying to hide a boner he's not actually presenting; the movement makes the slickness in his groin squelch slightly between his legs, and he shudders with embarrassment. "You're getting... kind of..."
Unbeknownst to Wise, Von Lycaon's ears twitch again. Those damnable thumbs work eagerly over Wise's inner thighs. "If you have any complaints about my service, I should dearly like to hear them."
"Not... a complaint, just..." The Proxy settles into his sinful urges after another moment, sinking deeply into the intoxicating blend of arousal and relaxation. "Are you sure this is part of the service...?"
"As I said earlier," Von Lycaon says, his hands sliding up, up, up, back toward Wise's groin, fingers splaying wide over his belly — "we take every job that our staff see fit to fulfill." A slight pause, and then, in a tone that suggests he knows exactly what he's doing, he continues: "Your sister tells me that I'm your favorite."
Did she really say that?
It's true that Wise has watched Von Lycaon's battle records more times than he can count — but it was always for research! Yes... for research...
...Alright, so maybe he just likes looking at Von Lycaon's ass every now and then...
"She... I hate her," Wise groans, in a way where he doesn't mean it seriously at all. Part of him is struggling to accept the fact that Von Lycaon is now most definitely taking his sweet time undoing Wise's pants. This is happening? This is really happening? Did Belle pay for this? "I mean, yeah, I... enjoy watching you, every now and then..."
"Your attention is very flattering," Von Lycaon says, in the same unruffled, dignified tone as ever. "I also enjoy having the rare occasion to see you," he murmurs, as his fingers finally dip curiously into the band of Wise's boxer-briefs.
Irrationally, the young man panics. "Lycaon," he stammers, "wait. I'm —"
"Wet? I know." Von Lycaon's ears flick again. There is another lilting note of amusement in his voice. "Did you think that it would bother me?"
The Thiren's fingers dive into Wise's folds unhesitatingly, mapping out the thin lips of his labia, the hood and the bud of his clit. He's completely undaunted; he withdraws his hand after a moment, but it's only to coat his fingers in his own saliva, and then they dive back into Wise's pants again, hot and wet as the gaping maw of a beast, fingers rubbing slickly and confidently against Wise's clit.
The Proxy can't help but shudder. "I mean... some guys aren't into it," he mumbles, still trying to catch up with the impossible dream come true that Von Lycaon is actively fingering him right now, and not only that, but he's good at it.
"Master," Von Lycaon purrs into his ear, with a low rumble in the heat of his voice, "I assure you that I am very, very excited."
He's incredibly skilled at this. Low, rolling heat with the soft pads of his middle and index fingers, building up tender pressure against Wise's engorged clit. Over and over and over again he rubs, patient and unhurried, slowly rolling his fingers faster and faster over Wise's clit as his breath quickens and his hips start to grind into the movement. Fuck, the hot wetness just feels so good —
"Fuck..." Wise pants, though he's not generally prone to vulgarities. So good. "Y-You really know — how to drive a guy crazy —"
The white wolf chuckles, playing with Wise's clit at that same demanding pace. "Let me watch you come," he murmurs, and then he licks Wise's ear.
That's all the Proxy needs to come undone, his orgasm spasming through him like a tidal wave as he eagerly rubs his clit against Lycaon's fingers one more time and surrenders, spine arching into the pleasure. It's white-hot ecstasy unlike anything else; the afterglow tingles through him for several long, indulgent seconds after the initial explosion. Heaven.
"Fuck," he gasps again, chest heaving for breath. "That was good... best I've felt in ages..."
Von Lycaon's fingers don't stop moving.
Slowly, they pull Wise's pants down to his knees; the wolf's sharp nails don't bother with patience, and just tear Wise's underwear apart. Did he have to do that? I guess it was an old pair —
For a moment, the gentle promise of danger only makes Wise feel that much more aroused. The Thiren is careful, though, as he spreads Wise's folds apart. Careful, as he works one finger into his tight passage, the movements of his knuckles exceedingly gentle and slow.
"You didn't think we were finished, did you?" The wolfman's voice seems to rumble in his chest, vibrating against Wise's back. "Please keep your hips still for me. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself on my claws."
One finger turns into two, spreading Wise out; the young man grips the arms of his chair, tense, but this type of stretching isn't anything he hasn't done on his own before. He knows how to get himself loose. Forcibly, he tries to get himself to relax, but nothing he does on his own does it better than when the soft pads of Lycaon's fingers suddenly find his G-spot, pressing inward, making sparks fly behind his eyelids as he suddenly feels intense pleasure course through his system.
"Fuck," Wise pants. He's never had his pussy played with like this, never — "fuck, I — oh, that's good... Lycaon —"
Over and over Lycaon fingers his cunt, exceedingly slow and unhurried; his free hand grips Wise's hips tightly into place so that an errant movement won't have him grinding into Lycaon's claws. He can feel those nails pressed up against his passage, but only resting lightly against his walls; for the most part, it's the soft, undulating movements of the wolfman's knuckles pulsing pleasure through his system, working his pussy in ways he doesn't even touch himself.
The sounds of wet squelching soon fill Wise's room, and he flushes with embarrassment to hear them. He's never, ever made himself feel like this, and Von Lycaon's hand looks obscene, filling up his cunt so perfectly.
Soon Lycaon adds his thumb into the mix, working sweet pressure over Wise's clit again as those fingers keep pressing into the one spot that makes Wise feel like he's about to come, hovering on the edge; he moans loud and long, desperate. Oh, it shouldn't be fair at all for one man to be so damn good with his hands. He thinks he can hear Lycaon's tail thumping eagerly against the side of the chair.
Hasn't he waited enough? Wise wants to shift his hips to find out how big the man's dick has to be, but he still can't move; the grip on his hip is punishing, and anyway, the Proxy knows well enough to know that he doesn't want to hurt himself on Lycaon's claws either. But if he keeps finger-fucking me like this —
"Lycaon, please," Wise begs, his thighs trembling. "I'm aching..."
The beastman butler chuckles. "Do you really think you're ready?" Finally, finally, he pulls his fingers out of Wise's cunt; the silver-haired boy can't help but feel like he's loose and gaping in the aftermath. Lycaon's fingers felt so massive inside of him. "I would wait, if I were you. I'm not an easy man to take by any means."
As if to highlight the truth in his remark, the Thiren finally, finally pulls Wise's hips back to press his wet, aching pussy against his cock. Wise was expecting big, he can handle big — but even he can't help but gasp in surprise; the thing about Lycaon's dick is that it's not just big, but hot. Almost burning. So, so much warmer than any fully human cock he's taken in the past.
"Though it is very flattering... to see how much you want this," Von Lycaon observes coolly. A slow, unhurried snap of his hips grinds that huge cock against the wet lips of Wise's pussy, dragging that heat slow and steady over Wise's clit and back again. The friction, the pressure — everything about it tingles down Wise's spine. The pleasure is tantalizing.
"I'll admit... as much as you seem surprised to be desired by me, I am also surprised to be desired by you." A soft, deep-throated laugh. "Not every handsome human is willing to be fucked by a 'dog.'"
Is that what's going to happen? That's what's going to happen. He's going to take Von Lycaon's massive wolf dick until he can't walk straight. The thought makes Wise shiver uncontrollably. Anticipation creeps down his skin from his scalp down to his toes, and that massive cock keeps dragging over his pussy, enjoying the slick moisture from his folds.
"I... can't even think straight — when you're rubbing against me like that —"
He can't see the man's face, but he thinks he can feel the man smile.
At last, at last, Von Lycaon lines the head of his cock up with the entrance of Wise's pussy, pushing into it slightly. "If I may?"
Wise moans as he feels his folds give way. "Y-Yeah... please..."
He pushes in. Presses in. It's the biggest thing Wise has ever taken, filling up his insides, stretching his walls to their brink. It's so, so good. So hot, almost boiling, and it looks obscene, red-hot and pushing into Wise's sweetly worshiped cunt. For a moment, Wise can't help but imagine what this would look like from an outside perspective, in a pornographic film: Massive Wolf Fucks Hot Twink With Pretty Pussy.
"So deep..." Wise pants, barely coherent; it's all he can think about. "So good..."
Von Lycaon chuckles. How he can still stay so controlled, even with Wise's walls spasming and coiling and squeezing down on his cock, the Proxy can't imagine. More than anything, Wise wants the man to start moving, fucking into him like he's a ragdoll meant to take cock, but the beastly butler only hums patiently, fingers finding Wise's clit again. Rolling into it, to make him twitch and shiver as he's speared on the wolf's big dick.
"It is crass of me to think this, but I must say..." His tongue flicks out to lick Wise's cheek again; hot and wet and cool in the aftermath. "You are usually so distant, and so in control... that I take a very special pleasure in seeing you so helpless right now... eager for my cock and waiting to be bred."
Is that how he looks? Helpless and desperate? Wise wants to protest, swears that he's not going to beg, his pride won't let him — but then Von Lycaon's hips start to move, and Wise feels like he's going for a ride, bouncing like he's on a horse with every damnable thrust —
"No," he pants, though what he means is yes. "No, I — ah, w-wait —"
It's intense. Incredible. He was already so keyed up by Von Lycaon's patient finger-fucking that it doesn't even take him more than four seconds to come, but that's only for the first time. The beastman fucks him through his orgasm, pleasure pulsing through his system with every wet thrust, into another orgasm, and then another. Over and over and over again he comes, with that massive red-hot cock inside of him, filling and coating his insides with thick dribbling precum. Wise feels like a sex toy for Von Lycaon's use, fucked out of his mind.
He comes again and again and again and again and he whimpers for mercy but Von Lycaon only strokes his clit even more, pushing into it with his fingers while his cock pulses against it from below, and the more that Wise comes, the more sloppy he gets with himself, spreading his legs wide where he's riding Von Lycaon's lap, body fully splayed against the man's chest as he's thrusted into, hands loosely gripping the werewolf's thick thighs — he can see Lycaon's dick bulge in his belly, feel it thrust through his system every single time, and he's losing count of his own orgasms as the wolf finally growls loud and dangerous like a beast and pulls him down deep, making him take even more long, patient, punishing thrusts as the man finally chases his own pleasure, pulling him all the way down to the hilt of that massive cock. And his semen floods Wise's insides and the bulge of his knot starts to build red-hot against the lips of Wise's poor, abused pussy —
Once he's done with his climax, Von Lycaon seems to come to, pulling himself out of that half-mad feral state with astonishing speed. He clears his throat. Wise is still being held on his knot, and will be for some time; he licks the Proxy's cheek apologetically, then wraps his arms around Wise's waist as if in imitation of a tender hug.
"You seem much more rested now." His cheeks are fluffy against Wise's own as he straightens out their ruined clothing. "Bear with me for a few moments. Once the knot settles, I will clean your room and prepare your dinner."