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«Razooor? I’m home!» Bennett yelled while setting the groceries down on the kitchen table. «You won’t believe what happened while I was buying some Apples today. Quinn felt so bad she even gave me a discou- eep!»
A rough and warm hand wraps around Bennett’s waist while Razor yawns above him, his voice still raspy from sleep. Bennett should be used to the possessive touches from the Wolf Boy by now. They remind Bennett that Razor’s strength and agility had outpaced his own a long time ago. Nothing remains of the small, wild and shy teenager except his choppy speech and unusual behaviour, which is especially apparent when he has to interact with lots of people.
Razor’s hand squeezes the blonds waist and drifts lower while he starts to inspect the groceries in the bag. Razor hums approvingly at the three boar steaks Bennett bought from good hunters and starts to subconsciously rub soothing circles on Bennett’s lower back, his naked bulky torso pressing against the shoulder blades of his companion, who still hasn’t moved or said a word since Razor started touching him.
«H-Hey warn a guy before you start cuddling in the kitchen! I nearly had a heart attack.» Bennett stammered with a red face and tries to move out of the way. Razor effortlessly keeps him in place and places the meat back on the counter to wrap his other arm around the adventurer. «Missed Bennett. Woke up alone.» Razor mumbled, the hand on Bennett’s back traveling lower to his ass where he again squeezed. Bennett yelped and turned around to look at him, his face even redder than before and with Razor’s hand still shamelessly gripping his ass.
«I-I told you that I slept at my own Place. My dads were getting really suspicious. That’s why I brought you some food as a gift. Even though Lisa said that we should go to the market together more often. She’s right, you know? It would really help with your vocabulary and such...» His spiel about the importance of Razor’s education and his integration into human society died in his throat at the sight of Razor’s impressive body.
The loincloth was the only clothing that Razor bothered to put on and the way it stretched around his dick left nothing to the imagination. Razor’s morning wood twitched under Bennett’s awestruck gaze and the electro user whined. «The Dream was so happy and warm. Razor and Bennett cuddled. Razor wants more cuddles. Please?» He snuggled closer and started to knead Bennett's ass in earnest. Razor’s hips moved in a slow rhythm against Bennett’s upper leg and hip. His cockhead proudly poked out of his loincloth and sullied both Bennett’s vest and his own abs with a steady amount of precum.
Bennett’s dick, which was at half mast ever since Razor laid his hands on him, started to rapidly swell and press uncomfortably against his shorts. To his delight Razor shifted from humping his leg to thrusting fully against his cock, going faster and harder with every moan and plead from Bennett’s lips. The direct frottage made the difference between them even more apparent, Razor’s thick cock towering over Bennett’s own causing him to moan lauder and higher than before. That in turn spurred Razor on to pull off Bennett’s shorts together with his briefs in one harsh tug, nearly tearing the fabric.
He blinked at the sight of Bennett’s twitching cock, a small amount of precum dripping down his balls to the floor and on his shorts. «…cute. Want more?» He said with a grin while his other hand joined the one on Bennett’s ass. Bennett tried to reply but all that came out was another moan. Razor used the new leverage to grope his ass, pulling him even closer. Bennett frantically nodded, his own arms wrapping around Razor’s thick neck, feeling hot and secure in his strong hold.
Bennett knows that he won’t last long like this but he doesn’t care. Not when Razor looks like he wants to eat him up. He knows that Razor’s ungodly stamina and strength will probably end up with him crying and babbling incoherently and Razor pumping his third or fourth load inside Bennett’s ass. Just the image alone was enough for Bennett to lean against Razor’s ear and whisper: “Please don’t stop. I want you to fuck me so hard that I can’t walk properly for the rest of the day.”
Razor’s eyes dilated after he processed the words and with a triumphant and happy growl he swooped Bennett up to carry him to his bedroom. ‘Thank Barbatos we didn’t have sex in the kitchen. That would have been a nightmare to clean.’ Bennett thought as Razor leaps up the stairs filled with excitement, leaving his loincloth and Bennett’s shorts in the kitchen together with the groceries.