Lending A Hand (NSFW)

In a split second, everything seemed to change: Nyell became painfully aware of their position under the blanket, and the chilly cave turned into what appeared to be an oven. Because he was lying atop Allen's body and they were about an inch apart in height, their lower halves were pressed against each other. He could feel the shaman's member harden beside his, and his own member followed in tow. The hands on his lower back, which had been soothing a moment ago, now seemed to set his skin ablaze. Nyell instinctively wanted to rock his hips and grind his members against the man's abdomen but forced himself to stay still. The entirety of his body stiffened and tensed in response, and he did not dare to make a sound. He even forgot to breathe for a moment.

"So? What do we do about this?" Allen whispered in Nyell's ear, a hint of amusement in his otherwise hoarse voice. He might try to play it down, but hiding his arousal was impossible. "Should we take care of our shared little problem or ignore it?"

"Aren't you supposed to concentrate on your recovery?" Nyell coughed, then growled, "Why the fuck is it up?"

"First, I told you I'm good at multitasking. Second, don't try to brush it off: it's thanks to a certain someone's dirty mind that it's up and ready for action. So, will you take responsibility?"

"No!"

"Alright, then." 

Taken aback, Nyell didn't know what to reply to Allen's readily acceptance of his refusal. He thought he'd try to persuade him until he gave up, but no. The shaman didn't insist. It was so disconcerting that his mind blanked out. Was Allen truly a werewolf…? The more Nyell learned about the man, the more he doubted it. The White Moon tribe's chief didn't correspond to any of the stereotypes plaguing their society, whether as a shaman or a werewolf.

It wasn't something Nyell was proud of, but werewolves were known for their bad tendency to push until they got what they wanted, especially when it came to sexual favors from their partners. They could turn possessive, jealous, and aggressive whenever their mates were brought up. It was seen as normal and even wanted by their society. However, Nyell wasn't actually fond of such behaviors. He might have fantasized about trusting in Allen's mouth and messing up his face with cum, but he would never do it without explicit consent. Fantasies were fantasies, and reality was reality. People were people, not objects, whether or not they were someone's mate. Or at least, that was his belief.

"You're strange."

"How so?" Allen laughed heartily. "Is it because I'm not trying to coerce you into having sex with me?"

"Well, yes!" Nyell cried out in exasperation, propping himself on the man's chest to get a better look at his face. The movement pushed their members against each other, making Nyell stifle a moan while Allen openly let out a sigh of satisfaction. However, Nyell pretended not to have heard it and continued, "You've asked for me in exchange for your help when dealing with my father, yet you have done nothing coercive since then. That was the only time you were an actual asshole, in fact. And even then, you changed your tune when we were alone and proposed that stupid bet. Why?"

A languid but oh-so-annoying smile stretched across Allen's lips. 

"Stop being an ass, and tell me!"

"Alright, alright. Don't get angry! The reason is quite simple, you know. You hated my guts to the core then, and I needed an excuse to spend time with you. You'd never have agreed to my presence around you without a solid reason, whatever it might be. You'd have kept your distance the moment we weren't talking about the case or working on it. On the other hand, we both know that a more gentle approach would only have aroused your suspicions, and you would never have let your guard down. I had to oblige you to spend time with me one way or another. That is, if I wanted to give us a chance to get to know each other."

Nyell had nothing to reply to that, for he knew Allen was right.

"To boot, I'm perfectly aware of my terrible, flawed personality. I love to mess with people and turn them upside-down, if you hadn't noticed yet. And I must say, you're pretty fun to tease. Your reactions are lovely." 

"You found my desire to punch you in the face lovely?" 

"Well, maybe not that."

Squinting, Nyell stared into the shaman's dazzling eyes. Was he telling the truth, or was he toying with him? It was hard to tell. All he could see in those mesmerizing eyes right now was lust and restrained desire. It made Nyell's heart skip a beat, and his mouth turned dry. He shouldered this heated gaze for what seemed to be an eternity before lowering his head in defeat. Fine. Just this time. 

"I feel like I'm dancing in the palm of your hands, and that's enraging."

A low chuckle was his answer, ticking Nyell off. How could someone be this annoying? Nyell wanted to wipe out that smile, so he responded with a mocking grin as he pushed his hips up, grinding his member against the man's. A hiss echoed inside the cave, pleasing Nyell's ears. 

"Nyell," Allen grunted in a warning tone, "if you provoke me, I may be unable to restrain myself. I only have so much control over my inner beast."

"Oh?"

That said, Nyell rocked his hips a second time, the movement a little slower and stronger, which earned him a glare from the man below him. The purposely provocative maneuver was having its intended effect: Allen pinched his lips as his fingers dug into Nyell's lower back, seemingly resisting the urge to respond in kind. Nyell wasn't the only one whose hips felt restless.

"Stop it."

"What? You can mess with me, but I can't?"

"…"

The shaman's deadpan face was a sight to behold, and Nyell, satisfied, finally bent over to whisper in his destined mate's ear in a low, enticing voice: "How about showing me just how good you are at multitasking?"

"Wait, what?"

Allen's bewildered expression stirred up something dangerous inside Nyell. For the first time, he could somewhat understand why the shaman loved to bully others: teasing someone until their brain turned into mush felt quite satisfying. He might get addicted to it. 

Then, how about tormenting Allen in another way…? Would it also feel as satisfying? His curiosity was piqued, and Nyell could not shake off the thought. It was dangerously making its way inside his mind, and an unfathomable desire was stirred up inside him. Maybe he was more affected than he thought by this destined mate's bullcrap, but right now, Nyell didn't care nor minded. He just wanted to satiate his curiosity and growing lust.

"I'm saying that I'll take responsibility and lend you a hand." 

As if to add validity to his claim, Nyell supported his body up with one arm by propping himself on Allen's shoulder. Because the hammock wasn't stable, it restricted Nyell's mobility, and he could only make small rocking movements with his hips. It was exciting as foreplay, but he knew it would take a long time for both of them to climax this way. Thus, Nyell slid his free hand downward between their two bodies to grab their members, pressing them together. His thumb teased Allen's tip, nudging the slit. Almost instantly, Nyell heard the man below him take a deep, long breath. 

"You know you're playing with fire, right?"

"Am I, now?"

"You little…" 

Nyell didn't hear Allen's last word as his head was jerked forward, and his mouth was smacked against the shaman's own. Allen had grabbed the back of his head to keep his face close to his, allowing him to nimble and pull on Nyell's bottom lip. At the same time, Allen spread his legs slightly open so that Nyell fell between, his lower body digging into the hammock. As such, their lower halves were pressed even closer, but at an angle that made it easier for Nyell to grab onto their members. Allen's free hand then descended below his destined mate's waist, taking hold of one of Nyell's buttcheeks. As the shaman fondled it, he pushed Nyell's hips forward and hummed: 

"Alright, I'll take you for your word. Let's see what your hand can do."

"Just… Just concentrate on recovering your spiritual energy, will you?"

The words were barely audible, almost unintelligibly grunted. Nyell's mind had spiraled out of control, lust making him lose sight of himself. He didn't avoid Allen's kiss and instead took possession of his lips. His mouth moved awkwardly at first, but Nyell soon turned greedy, unsatisfied with only the touch of the man's lips against his. He wanted more, so much more. When the thought crossed his muddled mind, he instinctively plunged his tongue inside Allen's mouth, exploring it in its entirety. 

At the same time, Nyell slowly started to move his hand up and down on their members. His grip was a little too tight, but neither pointed it out. The slight pain was even welcomed as it mingled with pleasure. The temperature was rising, and beads of sweat glistened on their now-damp skin.

Half-closing his eyes, Nyell peered at Allen as he moaned and groaned under him and against his lips. The sight sent shivers down his spine. The excitement became unbearable, and Nyell felt like it wasn't enough. His member throbbed and grew even harder as precum started to escape its tip, combining with Allen's. As arousal increased, Nyell's hand moved faster, and the wet sound resounded louder across the cave. They didn't speak as they kissed, almost devouring each other's lips, immersing themselves in pleasure until, ultimately, they released onto Allen's abdomen.

Then came the aftermath and the realization of what just transpired.