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Sleeping Dogs II	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 30426 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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CH3—Hedonistic Perverted Werewolves

Draco awoke late in the afternoon, his body sore and raw beyond belief. The bite on his neck throbbed painfully but dully, only a reminder instead of the excruciating anguish of last night. He stretched naked on the hard floor, groaning as his ass clenched, something warm and wet dribbling down between his cheeks and thighs. Hell... for fuck sake—Fucking hedonistic werewolves. He should have known better than to trust his mutt to keep every cock in the pack out of his hole. Draco could only be relieved that it was a very small pack.
Draco tried to get up, his body protesting with persistent aches from lying on the floor all night and most of the day. Suddenly he was pulled backwards, limbs heavy and complaining as he was wrapped into the muscular embrace of his new werewolf alpha.
“How do you feel, pup?” Remus asked, his expression difficult to read upside down.
Draco stared up at him, trying to figure out the answer to such a complicated question. He wasn't afraid even though Remus's scent was surrounding him. That was very different. He also wasn't as angry as he thought he would be, having to be chained to a werewolf... Actually, Draco didn't feel chained much at all.
What was that supposed to feel like? He had thought it would be something like the Imperius Curse. Maybe something he had to fight every moment, aware that someone else was in his head, trying to make him do things against his will. Draco wasn't feeling anything like that.
Blinking up at the golden gaze that seemed to read every thought he had, Draco finally answered Remus's question. “Sore.”
Remus nodded, running his cheek against Draco's silky locks. “That is to be expected. The beast in me can be very... passionate.”
“Painful. Brutal, fucking raw painful,” Draco muttered, his eyelashes drooping, breath quickening.
“Are you still afraid of me?” Remus asked, hands moving down Draco's bare stomach, palms stroking firmly. “Are you going to snap every time I so much as look at you?”
“No... I... uh... Lupin, could you please stop?' Draco asked breathlessly, head falling back onto the man's shoulder.
Remus smirked, running his hands lower, gripping the boy's pale thighs and squeezing. Draco's cock began to stir, flushing red and hardening in its nest of soft blond hair. “I'm afraid that would be a no, pretty wolf. Harry is off to class and my lovely mate is very tired from what I did to him this morning.”
Draco moaned, weakly trying to pull away from the man. “Harry said... only once...”
“You had to know I wasn't going to agree to that,” Remus said almost reasonably, pulling Draco closer against his body, his bare skin hot and damp against the boy's smaller form. “I fuck all my dogs. Including my new, pretty wolf.”
Oh hell. Finding it suddenly difficult to breathe, Draco tried to think of any way to convince the werewolf that he would not want to do that. Then Remus pressed his hard cock against his ass and all reason left him with a cry.
“You want me to fuck you, pup,” Remus softly pointed out while hooking one of Draco's knees up, spreading the boy's thighs wide. Draco's dick rose up, hard and eager. “I can smell it. I can certainly see it. And you are not afraid of me.”
None of that made any sense to Draco, who only a day ago could not consider really wanting to be fucked, never mind being in the same room as Lupin without becoming anxious. “You can't... stand me...” Draco reminded dimly.
Remus growled lowly, lapping over the claiming bite he had left on Draco's throat. “You are mine. After some time you will be less sweet... less young and boringly pure. Actually...” He rubbed the head of his cock between Draco's cheeks, hissing softly. “I'm pretty sure I can fuck the arrogant prat right out of you, if I work at it enough.”
“Oh god,” Draco gasped, eyes wide as he was pushed face first to the floor, Remus's heavier form pinning him in suffocating heat. He turned his head to the side, swallowing hard. Remus's eyes were dark, intense as they glared at him, fangs just peeking between his smirk.
“You look confused, pup. Did you think I wouldn't want you?” Remus ran one of his hands over Draco's ass, squeezing hard. “Did you think just because I let you fuck my wild little mutt that you were somehow off limits?”
Draco whimpered, his body feeling unbelievably hot, his cock too hard, and hole, hell, his hole was aching. “Lupin, I—”
“Alpha, little pup. I am your alpha and I want you to refer to me as such when we're alone with the pack.”
Draco closed his eyes, Remus's voice washing over him like a red wave of desire. So this was what it was like to be owned by a werewolf. Or, at least by a very scruffy, human loving werewolf that refused to turn anyone. “Alpha,” Draco said hoarsely, his mouth dry. “Alpha, I feel strange...”
Remus gave a rumble of approval at Draco's compliance. “How do you feel, wolf? Hard?”
Perverted werewolf. Draco was owned by a fucking perverted, scruffy werewolf.
“I... I ache... I feel empty...” Draco admitted, biting his lip when Remus's other hand suddenly moved between the floor and his chest, twisting one of his nipples.
“That is a very good feeling to have around me,” Remus said with another growl, licking Draco's cheekbone, moving to his ear and then trailing down his jaw. “If you're lucky, when you feel like that I will take care of you.”
“Take... care...?” Everything was spinning, dark heady musk filling Draco's senses and addling his mind. His skin felt aflame, Remus's firm flesh and soft body hair jolting everywhere they touched.
Remus was licking over Draco's throat and neck, taking a long moment to answer. His wide tongue left slick trails of saliva, only making Draco feel more overwhelmed with each sensation. “I'm going to fill you... When you feel empty... you should be filled... Would you like that, little pup?”
Vaguely remembering that Harry was the one always begging Draco to fill him, he wasn't quite sure if he should like that. His body, on the other hand, ached greatly at the suggestion and he found himself moaning wantonly. Fingers were suddenly pushing into his entrance, two thick, slicked digits thrusting in slowly, pulling his hole side to side while Draco cried out.
“Harry says I should be gentle with you... Is that what you want, wolf?” Remus plunged his fingers in deeper, Draco's channel clenching greedily around him. “Should I be gentle with such a proud bitch like you?”
“Oh god... alpha...” Draco had no answer, his body so tight and begging for more. He just needed something so the wildness would stop inside him. His body was burning, his hole aching and he needed more.
Remus inhaled noisily at Draco's desperate cries, breathing the boy's scent in. “I'm going to cover you in my scent. Everyone will know you're mine. Everyone will know you're being fucked by something dirty and dark. You can look as pretty and arrogant as you like, Draco, just as long as you're filthy on the inside from my cock.”
Shuddering, Draco gaped from the words, his entire body stretching, trying to open up and get Remus's fingers in deeper. “Please... please...”
“Say it. Tell me what you want and you can have it,” Remus taunted softly into Draco's ear, his tongue tracing over delicately. He suddenly bit down, Draco jerking forward in surprise. “Be descriptive.”
Draco groaned, gritting his teeth as fire again raced through his veins. God, the man was such a perv. The fingers were pulled free of his channel, Draco whimpering at their loss.
“Tell me, pup. Or you will be very empty for a very long time.”
“You know what I want,” Draco muttered, refusing to meet the man's gaze even while his hips pushed back, seeking pressure. Remus would not allow it, holding him still.
“I know what you want. I know what you're drooling for, wishing I would do it to you even while you refuse to admit it.” Remus nipped at Draco's shoulder, tongue soothing over quickly after. “But I want to hear you say it. You want to be filled. You want me to fuck you raw.”
Draco's eyes fell shut, another needy moan escaping him. “Please...”
“After you tell me what you want. It's that simple.”
Blushing scarlet, Draco fought with his pride. It was bad enough he wanted it—fucking needed it. But having to tell this fucking werewolf, the perverted fuck, just made it so much worse.
Remus ran his fingertips lightly across Draco's entrance, circling slowly, dipping in only to withdraw whenever the boy pushed back. “I can wait. I can leave you empty and aching—you can get a taste of what Harry goes through ever single day, the desperate slut. I can leave you so hard, you might just find yourself bending to some absolute stranger... maybe another professor... maybe an upperclassman... maybe to Padfoot...” His fingers suddenly plunged into Draco, the boy crying out in agony, sweat dripping over his skin. “Mutt wants to fuck you, little pup. He might just take advantage of your very needy situation...”
Draco didn't know why everything Remus was saying sounding so fucking tasty at the moment. It was fucked up and wrong, and Draco didn't like fucked up sex. He also didn't like Remus Lupin and yet one fucking bite had made it so Draco got hard over the man's scent. Hard and aching to be filled.
“Please fuck me,” Draco whispered, wetting his lips slowly. “F-fill me... I need you to... oh god... please fill me...”
“Who do you need to fill you, pup?” Remus asked silkily, fingers pushing deeper into Draco's tightness.
Draco groaned. “Alpha... My alpha... Please fuck me, alpha.”
“Very, very good, white wolf. How shall I fuck you?”
Draco whimpered in frustration. “I don't care—Just fuck me.”
Remus chuckled, adding another finger and stretching the boy wide. Draco gaped at the sensation, moaning shortly after as he tried to rub his aching erection against the floor.
“The mutt wants you begging for cock, wolf. And I... well, normally I'm content as long as it's just mine.” Remus ground his erection against the bottom of Draco's ass. “But I seem to be getting stronger with each new packmate. Definitely getting hungrier. And when I'm hungry, everyone is hungry. It was a fine thing to see you spreading to my mate, crying out as Siri fucked your tight hole. I'd be happy to fuck the prissiness out of you just to see that again.”
Draco whined keenly, trying not to think back to last night, Sirius driving into him—Draco pushing onto the man so desperately, like some bitch slut needing cock. That was Harry, not him. The fucking werewolf wanted Draco to be just as fucked up as Black and Harry.
“You like that, don't you?” Remus whispered, removing his fingers again and grabbing Draco's hips. He pressed the head of his cock between Draco's tense cheeks, rubbing teasingly against his puckered entrance. “You like having men like me and Siri wanting to fuck you.”
“Oh god... god, please do it...” Draco pleaded, pressing back against the thick flesh that refused to move forward.
“Answer me.”
Fucking perverted fuck! “I... I like it...” Draco muttered, blushing hotly. “Liked it when Black... when he fucked me...”
There was the sound of stretching, Sirius rolling over to grin lazily at Draco, the boy pinned beneath Remus with the werewolf's large cock nuzzled between his cheeks. “You sure did, white wolf. And I must say, it was hardly a hardship to do the fucking, you tight little slut.”
Draco blushed brighter, biting his lip at the man's hungry gaze. Remus licked up his ear again, breathing hot air and rocking his hips forward. “Shall we ruin you, wolf? The two of us, fucking you over and over again until you're nothing but delicious sore pain and gushing seed? Would you like that?”
Shuddering uncontrollably, Draco swallowed hard. His body was so hot, so needy and aching, and these men knew it. They could smell his ache just as much as he smelled theirs. His pack... He had joined a pack of perverted, sex crazed canines and by joining, Draco was expected to be one as well. “Please,” he rasped weakly, knowing he was utterly lost.
Growling in reply, Remus sheathed himself in Draco's trembling flesh in one slow, aching thrust. Draco cried out, eyes squeezed shut, hands tight in fists. Remus panted loudly in his ear, his grip on Draco's hips painfully tense as he kept himself from taking the boy too hard. He would be gentle for now because it helped get him what he wanted—Draco Malfoy overcome and begging to be fucked.
“Oh god... oh god, you're so... so fucking big... god...” Draco had forgotten just how big Remus felt inside, the werewolf larger than Sirius, and so, so thick. His passage clenched again and again, trying to push the hard cock out to no avail. Remus was huge, lodged in deep and fucking heavy. The man's weight and bulging biceps only helped to wedge his cock in further, grinding as far as he could reach as he completely dominated Draco's smaller, slender form. It made Draco ache, his body wanting to thrash, his prick pulsing even harder by having his body be so mercilessly full.
“That's it, little slut. Open up to your alpha's dick.” Sirius leaned in to Draco's face that was resting heavily on the ground, licking the boy's gasping lips. “You won't know yourself once we're done. You won't want to know yourself, just be hard and aching all the time.” He lapped at Draco's face, dog like and wet, stealing the boy's sobs when Remus began to fuck him with slow, forceful thrusts.
It was too much, the werewolf too large and heavy, suffocating Draco in dust and saliva while Sirius continued to devour his mouth and cries. His hole was stretched so wide, Remus's thick length rubbing burning heat along the walls of his passage with each relentless plunge. The rhythm was too slow, forcing Draco to notice every movement, his body clenching tight, only to be pushed open wide, over and over again. He was pure anticipation for each deep thrust of cock only to whine in despair when it was taken away again.
“Remi, you should see your new slut,” Sirius muttered hoarsely, tongue wiggling up Draco's cheek as he stole a stray tear mixed with the sweat soaking his pale skin. “Such beautiful agony... He gives in a little more with each touch of your magnificent cock.”
Remus smirked down at Sirius, raising a brow while a trickle of sweat dripped off his nose and onto Draco's pale skin flushed pink. “You're being poetic, love.”
Sirius gave a huff, licking his lips as he sat back to watch the two of them. Remus was moving so slowly, his muscles rippling with each controlled, restrained movement. His golden skin was glowing in the dim afternoon light filtering through the boarded windows of the shack. The white wolf was groaning between aching cries of want and agony, creamy smooth flesh surrendering to each piercing assault of the werewolf's large cock. Remus was drawing it out, pulling wave after wave of torturous need from the beautiful boy's body.
Draco felt lost, his flesh trembling sweat and desire while he gasped for air. Remus kept pushing deep inside him, his passage clenching and gripping, trying to hold the thick length in each time. There could be nothing better than this terrible, wild agony. The ache, filled and emptied, veins throbbing fire, skin electrified and dripping wet.
Remus growled lowly in his ear, Draco moaning in agreement as his hole clenched down again on the cock filling him so completely. Remus's thrusts changed, burying deep and then grinding shallow, faster jolts into his tight flesh. “That's it, little bitch... Get tighter for me... Yes... clutch it hard... so hard...”
Draco moaned loudly, his chin sliding on the floor from the sweat that had collected there. Remus's pumps were harder, slapping flesh and slick suction sounding in his ears as Draco was ground forcefully into the floor, thighs spreading further. It felt so good... so fucking big and thick and achingly hard... He needed it... needed it so bad... Just like the fucking perverted werewolf had said.
“You're a little slut, aren't you Draco? My little... pretty... slut...” Remus murmured in his ear, voice low and hoarse, breaking slightly with every plunge into Draco's sore hole. “You like... being fucked... by your alpha...”
Remus was grunting, harsh breaths exploding out as he rocked his body harder on top of the smaller boy's. Draco could feel the man swelling inside him, larger, throbbing within him, so big it could barely move. Tears streaked from Draco's eyes, mingling with his sweat, his body so tight, his thighs and ass so tense as Remus fucked him, holding them on the edge, rocking them closer and closer in agonizing slow motion.
Remus gave a sudden groan, slamming Draco forward on the floor, spurting deep into the boy's clenching flesh. He pinned Draco's hips down, the boy sobbing loudly, his trapped erection spasming, jetting his seed onto his stomach and the dust covered ground.
“Oh god... oh god... oh...” Draco couldn't stop mumbling, couldn't stop clenching again and again, needing to keep Remus deep inside, stretching him wide. “My god...”
Remus collapsed onto Draco, tongue moving languidly over the back of the boy's neck as he calmed his heaving body. He peeked his eye open when he heard Sirius shift, his mate looking particularly aroused as he fixed wild blue eyes on him. Remus watched, head tilting when Sirius crawled to him, the brunette's hand shaking as he tangled fingers into Remus's shaggy locks. Sirius kissed him slowly, desperately, mouth wide and wet and full of need.
“You are so goddamn beautiful,” Sirius said roughly, pulling at Remus's hair, elbows knocking painfully on the ground as he pushed forward into the kiss and whispered heatedly into the man's mouth. “Mounting that pretty bitch... Filling him so completely... He was crying, you were that perfect... I am so fucking lucky...”
Remus growled, trying to remember when Sirius had gotten so queerly romantic. It had to be the pretty wolf altering the dynamic of the pack. Harry always got so syrupy around Draco. Hopefully Draco would be corrupted as the days went on... Not that Remus was complaining about the raw need in Sirius's voice as his mate kissed him. Sirius was a ravenous kisser, especially when horny, and Remus never complained.

“Black—you ass! S-stop!” Draco moaned, his ass cheeks flushed red and stinging as the man smacked his sore flesh again with his large hand.
“I know, you aching slut... It feels so good,” Sirius taunted, tongue licking over Draco's heated flesh in long, hard swipes.
“Fucking hurts, you shithead,” Draco hissed, unable to ignore just how hard his cock was as he complained. Sirius had thrown him over the arm of the couch, stomach crunched uncomfortably against the rough fabric, ass up in the air while mumbling something about strawberries and cream. “Oh fuck... stop biting, you sick perv...”
Sirius groaned, teeth sinking harder into Draco's smooth, creamy thigh, the boy jolting in his trapped location. Mouth opened wide, he ran his tongue and teeth over the boy's pink stained ass. He gave another painful nip to the delicious flesh before him, Draco yelping in reply. He was going to teach the nasty mouthed prat a lesson, whether the white wolf wanted it or not.
As if reading his mind, which Sirius would not be surprised if his honey eyed alpha were to ever admit to such a feat, Remus summoned up some candles, lighting one and leaving them on the side table. He nudged a thick one into Sirius's hand. It was pink and Sirius couldn't help but grin. Remus went to sit on the other side of Draco, sprawling out nude on the couch, the boy's flushed face panting between his knees. “Alright, Siri,” Remus said softly, petting Draco's silky shoulder-length hair. “Make the sweet pup scream.”
Draco groaned at the words, Remus's musky scent overbearingly strong. The werewolf was already half hard, Draco having the perfect view to watch as each gasp and yelp he made brought Remus closer to full arousal. Draco suddenly gaped, burning hot hell trickling over the top of his ass. “Oh fuck—What the fuck!” He yelled, his body tense with pain and tingling with desire.
Sirius growled, watching the wax harden and bubble on the boy's skin. He'd wait to pull it off. Clearly the little wolf had never played with pain, and Sirius wanted to paint his tight little ass first before fucking it again. Oh, and again. Poor Harry, stuck in class. The slutty pup was so fond of the candles, especially when... Humming in anticipation, Sirius spilled the rest of the melted wax that had gathered, spreading it over Draco's lower back, the boy jerking and hissing. He then wedged the base of the thick candle into the boy's well abused hole, Draco crying out in surprise.
It was cool against Draco's aching flesh, the edges sharp and pinching as Black forcefully pressed something thick between his cheeks and twisted. “Oh god... oh...” Mouth hanging open, Draco breathed out harshly, the candle being pushed in, rocking back and forth, wedging and stretching him too wide. Remus soothed fingers over his face, but Draco barely noticed, his awareness completely on his hole.
The thick intruder was suddenly withdrawn, Draco's cheeks aching to have been stretched so far apart. Then jolting pain, splashing over his right ass cheek, dripping down and burning, tingling his already sore flesh. Black's hand was suddenly ghosting over the spot where the burning was fading, Draco hissing as it cupped and curved to his flesh. “You fucking—Ass!” He yelped, anticipating the slap right before Sirius smacked him hard.
Draco buried his head in the couch cushion with a moan, flinching slightly from the feel of the fabric on his face. He was so hot, his skin so sensitive and fucking Black kept— “Fuck!” Biting him. He felt like he was going to go crazy if the man didn't let up. Which meant he was probably going to go crazy, because Black was a merciless beast, just like his fucking werewolf alpha, and as long as Remus was watching, Sirius would draw out the show.
“Put it in him, Siri,” Remus ordered, fingers wrapping around Draco's chin and pulling his face up so he could see the boy's tormented expression. There was another hot splash of searing fluid dribbling down Draco's other cheek and he cried out again. Only to moan, tears stinging his eyes, when the foreign object was suddenly pinching into his hole again, stretching him wide while Black tried to fuck his ass with something impossibly too large to actually fit.
“That's it, pretty wolf. Howl filthy for me.” Sirius wiggled his tongue below the candle pushing against Draco's entrance, slicking the sore flesh between the boy's cheeks, teasing at the deliciously stretched hole. Draco gave a shattered moan, hips jerking fitfully. Sirius twisted the candle, Draco crying out again, louder and desperate.
“Bite him. Bruise that impossibly pale skin,” Remus said with a growl, glaring down at Draco's gasping face. The boy was coming undone quickly, no longer swearing. Sirius would push Draco's body to its limits, show the boy just how fucking much he liked it, and then do it again.
“Oh shit—oh—damn it, you bastard!” Draco yelped, Sirius suddenly biting at his ass cheeks with a fury, nipping again and again, jolts of burning pain barely having a moment to soothe before another one followed.
Candle safely on the table, Sirius nipped harsh bites over Draco's pert ass, leaving violet welts to bloom. He moved down, the boy's legs trembling as he bit the smooth thighs, tongue lapping out to soothe. Groaning, Sirius buried his face between Draco's cheeks, nuzzling, licking over the boy's balls. He delved his tongue deep in his crack, tasting Remus and his own cum from the last hours of fucking they had already done to the boy's ruined hole. Sirius wanted to bury himself into Draco again and make it so the little bitch would never be as tight as when he had first had him.
He grabbed Draco roughly by the hips, holding the squirming boy still as he plunged his tongue into his sweet, slick heat. Draco started to whimper, low keening moans falling again from his swollen lips while Sirius tasted and devoured his hole. He wanted to stretch the wolf so wide, he would always be gaping, always ready to be fucked whenever Sirius wanted the beautiful boy.
And Sirius wanted him. Remus's magical scent was strong in the air, driving Sirius's powerful body again and again to each heated orgasm. He wondered blearily if this was what it was like for the slutty pup, always needing it, always seeking it. Harry could have a dozen orgasms in a session—Sirius was glad to not have reached such madness just yet. Surely he'd be dry of seed by the end.
“Remi, I want to fuck the bitch,” Sirius said with a groan, tearing himself from Draco's dripping entrance with a final lick.
“Bite him. See if he complains.”
Sirius did eagerly, loving the feel of the unnaturally pale flesh as it firmed and resisted against his teeth. Draco howled in agony, each new bruise another jerk of hips and twitch of cock. “That's it... give in to it, pup... Give me all your pain... and pleasure...”
“Once more with the candle,” Remus said after a moment, thumb pressing to Draco's dripping bottom lip. “Then you can fill him.”
Draco whimpered in relief, knowing the current agony was at least going to end. Remus rubbed over his slick red flesh, pushing his thumb into Draco's mouth. Draco met the werewolf's eyes, golden gaze searing down into him. Remus grinned wickedly, warning enough for what was going to come next.
The burning trickle started at the top of Draco's crack, the boy hissing loudly. But the waterfall of wax did not cease, Sirius spreading his tight cheeks wide, sizzling wax cascading down in rivulets of agony. Further down, spilling at the pucker of his hole, Draco shouting while Remus held his chin and kept him from looking away. Whimpering, moaning, lost, Draco only had a moment to realize Sirius was not done yet, the soft flesh of his sack drizzled in burning liquid that quickly solidified, catching on the fuzz of hair and pulling.
“Oh god... oh god... I can't—no more...” Draco begged, tears spilling from his eyes, his breath lost and elusive as he gasped madly. Sirius didn't care, Draco's now burning hole again stuffed full with the candle, the base jarring into his tender flesh, pinching unbearably, and being rocked back and forth to gain further admittance.
“Little more, Siri... just give it a little more...” Remus grunted, cupping Draco's face while the boy wailed. The candle was pushed in harder, rocking more persistent, Draco's hole stretching impossibly wide, flesh burning with each push.
“Listen to the little slut... Just loves it, doesn't he? Sweet little bitch, begging for a hard fuck.” Sirius ground the candle in harder, Draco's entrance opening even more. He smiled as wax dripped on his fingers, droplets landing on Draco's exposed opening, the boy yelping at each touch.
Draco's cries were muffled, Remus burying his large cock into the boy's gaping mouth. He held Draco's hair in his fist, pushing his head back and forth while thrusting deep against the back of the boy's throat. Draco struggled to breathe, to think and do anything more than feel at that moment. He was drowning. In cock, in cum, in pain and in pleasure... So much feeling running over his skin, tearing at the edges of his consciousness as he opened up to Remus's hard pumps.
Suddenly the pain in his hole was gone, his cheeks again released to feel unbearably sore. Only to be replaced with damp, hard flesh, Sirius plunging his dick deep into Draco and thrusting furiously. He would have shouted if he could have, the man's movements brutal, snapping hips jarring him forward, Remus's cock head bruising his tonsils each time.
Draco was practically in the werwolf's lap, arms shaking and useless as Sirius fucked him over the arm of the couch. Remus pulled Draco's head back by his cruel grip on his hair, licking his lips when the boy was able to renew his cries of pleasured pain. “The wax, Black. Now,” he demanded fiercely. He watched Draco's expressions intently, his other hand fisting his large, saliva soaked cock and pointing it at the boy's lips.
Sirius growled lowly, slowing his slamming jolts so that he could peel away the splashes and streams of wax decorating Draco's back, ass and thighs. Each tear of pink from pale skin was a renewal of the initial burn, Draco's body jerking as air hit the spots. “Oh don't... not there... oh fucking god... hate you...” Draco moaned weakly, Sirius reaching between his spread cheeks to pull the wax away from his raw crack and hole.
Pulling Draco's hair tighter, Remus pushed his cock against the boy's lips, his orgasm spurting out in long, hot streams over the boy's face. Draco shuddered, cum dripping wet below his nose, down his chin, into his mouth to turn bitter on his tongue. The scent was all around him, inescapable. Draco knew he had to look a degraded mess, especially with the werewolf smirking so smugly, eyes running over him full of desire. Remus continued to hold him, not letting the blond turn his head while Sirius peeled an agonizing strip of wax off his sack.
The taller man was grinding Draco hard into the couch, using his hips and cock alone to hold the slender boy still. A final, painful welt of pink wax was pulled off of Draco's thighs, Sirius growling in anticipation. He took both his hands and with perfect accuracy, slapped Draco's red welted ass cheeks hard.
Draco gaped, eyes rolling back, vision going dim for an eternity. Fucking Black!
Chuckling, Sirius gently rubbed his palms over Draco's stinging ass, the boy finally finding his voice enough to give a devastated groan. “It hurts good, doesn't it, wolf?”
“Hate you...” Draco answered when Sirius pinched his ass hard. “Damn... bastard...”
Sirius curled closer to Draco's body, getting his mouth right against his ear. “Little bitch, if you don't admit you like it, I'm just going to keep tormenting you.” He nipped at the boy's ear, Draco gasping lightly. “Or maybe... you want me to keep tormenting you, hmm?”
Draco groaned, Sirius grinding his cock deeper into his clenching flesh. Whatever answer he gave would just lead to more fucking. That was the only thing Draco knew for certain. For some terrible reason the damn men were not getting tired and they were just going to keep fucking Draco till the end of time.
“I think he's enjoying himself, Siri,” Remus said, only half teasingly. Draco met the werewolf's eyes, licking his lips under the hungry stare. “Tell me, pup. Do you like it? All sore and tight?”
Knowing he was doomed anyways, Draco answered the perverted werewolf truthfully. “Yes, alpha.”

“He needs to eat, Remi. You need to eat,” Sirius insisted.
“Fine, Siri, but you're the one fucking him into the wall,” Remus said with a sigh, hands moving over Sirius's sweat-soaked, taut body as his mate plunged into Draco's hole again and again. He curved up against the taller man's back, hips rocking with Sirius's jerking thrusts. God, he was so hard. Still. It was dark outside again and Remus was still hard. He had gone through something similar when Harry had first joined the pack. Remus could only hope that it would settle down just as quickly. He had classes to teach.
“Oh fuck... fuck me, Remi...” Sirius groaned, pushing back into Remus's hard length while Draco whimpered in front of him. “Need it.”
“Food, Siri. You wanted us to eat,” Remus reminded, wiggling his hips and nudging his cock between Sirius's damp cheeks.
“After you fuck me,” Sirius said hoarsely, burying himself deeper into Draco's tightness. Draco gave a moan, head falling heavily on the wall in front of him.
Remus grinned, biting Sirius's shoulder hard. “Wolf and werewolf sandwich, with my lovely dog dripping cum in the middle. I couldn't possibly refuse that.”
Sirius gasped, groaning loudly when Remus sheathed himself inside with slow, forceful thrusts. “Oh yeah... that's it... fuck...”
Holding his mate tight, Sirius pressed hard up against the wall with Draco panting loudly, Remus had a terrible thought. “Where the hell is Harry?”
“What?” Sirius asked with a grunt, head turning to meet Remus's questioning gaze. “Class... right?”
“Class ended hours ago,” Draco muttered, pushing back against Sirius' hard body, rubbing slowly to get friction on his tense ass and thighs.
“Shit,” Sirius said, eyes closing. “What if he's as bad off as we are?”
“That's... oh yeah... that was what I was worried about...” Remus said, jaw tightening when Sirius clenched tight around his cock, holding him in deep.
“T-training...” Draco reminded. “He's had months... to control the ache...”
“Right... months...” Sirius agreed, pulling Draco's head back by his hair and kissing the boy.
“Still...” Harry had not come back. All he had to do was look at the Marauder's Map. Remus's slutty pup could tell that his pack was together and had chosen not to join in. Something had to be wrong. Remus gave a tremendous groan, pulling away from the delicious tightness of Sirius's ass. Sirius whimpered despairingly to lose his mate's impressive cock.
“I'll go,” Remus muttered, seeking out his pants among the mess of clothing on the floor. His shirt had managed to become tangled around the foot of the couch. “You two... Just keep doing what you're doing... I'll try and remember food.” He gave a final burning stare to his mate and new packmate, Draco looking particularly anguished. The boy had to be exhausted, even if still rock hard again.
Harry was going to be one happy pup when he realized just how much Draco had adapted to pack fucking. He had always been disappointed when his pretty wolf wouldn't join in, waiting aside for Harry to be done with Remus and Sirius before having the slut. It didn't look like that was going to be a problem anymore.
Now if only Remus could find the little bitch...
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