Kyo's mind is already racing at the realization of what's going on. He wasn't brought here to join the king's army! He wasn't even brought here to become a servant or guard! These bastard's tricked him into coming here so they could throw him to the fucking wolves! Or wolf in this case. To be consumed one way or another. He's here to get fucked by a werewolf going into rut and that pisses him off more than Kyo can say!
His hands stay locked onto Arawn's shoulders, shoving backwards as best he can to try and put some distance between them. His biceps harden under his shirt and his torso flexes hard from the effort to keep himself leaning back so he's not shoved up against his bastard! The worst part is, he can feel just how solid Arawn is compared to him. Kyo's lithe and muscular, but the werewolf is built like a statue, as strong as an animal and obviously just as driven by instinct. Any thought of getting out of here is pretty easily quashed.
That doesn't mean he's going to give in so readily. Kyo snarls as that other hand grabs onto his thigh, pulling at the muscle and all but dragging Kyo's leg up onto the throne as well. He tries to haul back, but that catch on the back of his knee leaves him essentially kneeling over Arawn's lap with both legs. Only to tense up hard when he's hauled down and ends up properly sitting on the king's lap. Kneeling, but yeah. A hard gulp drags down the tan column of his throat. Fuck... big. That's the only thought in his mind before teeth catch at his ear and pull.
"HEY!" It sounds pathetic compared to what's going on right now, but Kyo quickly claps a hand over his ear, glaring daggers at the werewolf in front of him. He sucks in his breath when a strong hand pushes under his shirt, stomach muscles hardening as the older youth's fingertips skim across his flesh, white teeth baring in a hiss as Arawn scratches at him lightly. "The world's a big place," he growls, already feeling some heat in his voice despite himself. It's not like the werewolf isn't attractive. And he doubts he has much of a choice...
"I'm not gonna make it easy on you, bastard." Though that's more a challenge than outright defiance.
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His hands stay locked onto Arawn's shoulders, shoving backwards as best he can to try and put some distance between them. His biceps harden under his shirt and his torso flexes hard from the effort to keep himself leaning back so he's not shoved up against his bastard! The worst part is, he can feel just how solid Arawn is compared to him. Kyo's lithe and muscular, but the werewolf is built like a statue, as strong as an animal and obviously just as driven by instinct. Any thought of getting out of here is pretty easily quashed.
That doesn't mean he's going to give in so readily. Kyo snarls as that other hand grabs onto his thigh, pulling at the muscle and all but dragging Kyo's leg up onto the throne as well. He tries to haul back, but that catch on the back of his knee leaves him essentially kneeling over Arawn's lap with both legs. Only to tense up hard when he's hauled down and ends up properly sitting on the king's lap. Kneeling, but yeah. A hard gulp drags down the tan column of his throat. Fuck... big. That's the only thought in his mind before teeth catch at his ear and pull.
"HEY!" It sounds pathetic compared to what's going on right now, but Kyo quickly claps a hand over his ear, glaring daggers at the werewolf in front of him. He sucks in his breath when a strong hand pushes under his shirt, stomach muscles hardening as the older youth's fingertips skim across his flesh, white teeth baring in a hiss as Arawn scratches at him lightly. "The world's a big place," he growls, already feeling some heat in his voice despite himself. It's not like the werewolf isn't attractive. And he doubts he has much of a choice...
"I'm not gonna make it easy on you, bastard." Though that's more a challenge than outright defiance.