Unexpected
Mar. 18th, 2024 08:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shadowhiveUnexpected
Pairing: Owengejuicetv/Seapeekay
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Omegaverse, fox hybrid Seapeekay, breeding kink, m-preg
Notes: Inspired by this kink meme prompt. It’s been forever since I’ve done a omegaverse type thing, but this prompt was general enough and for some reason that made me wanna claim it and do something with foxboy.
And yeah this is a brand new thing instead of one of the many many wips shush (and I dunno how this has gotten so long)
Callum had spent his life travelling from place to place. He’d never stayed anywhere for too long, never really stood still. Part of that was because of his profession, as mercenary he tended to get in the wrong side of people, but it was just the job, nothing personal. Still people didn’t see it like that, so he frequently moved on.
The place he had found himself in now was different from the others. Everywhere else had at least some degree of violence, be it outright fighting or just simmering resentments that boiled over at the slightest opportunity. Here though things were peaceful, quiet. Sure he’d seen the occasional argument but nothing that escalated more than harsh words.
At first he had found it disconcerting, especially when he realised that it meant his services weren’t required here but at the same time he thought a break for his usual work would be nice. He had enough diamonds and gold to last him for awhile so maybe it would be nice to just… exist, at least for awhile.
***
Spring was fast approaching, he could feel the change in the air. Callum hadn’t realised just how fast the time had flown by. He had to admit it had been nice to just rest and relax, without having ti wear armour all the time and be on guard. He’d spent his time checking out books from the library, occasionally visiting the local juice cafe, he’d even taken up painting, not that his art was very good.
However with spring approaching he had to make preparations. His biology meant that he would be going to be into heat soon and he would have to deal with that.
His plan was simple, to do what he did every time he this happened. He’d shut up himself in his room with some supplies and his trusty dildo until it passed. That’s what he’d done every other time it had happened and, while it didn’t compare to the real thing he knew it was his best option.
After all he wasn’t going to stay here forever.
***
Callum awoke from his bed with a yawn, stretching his furry arms out over his head. As he took the time to wake he started to feel like something was… different. He couldn’t place where exactly the feeling came from or what it meant but he shook it off. He must have had a dream that he couldn’t remember, one that had unsettled him somehow.
When he went into the main room of the cottage he was staying in he looked out of the window and he saw a bird outside. It wasn’t unusual to see a bird of course, he’d seen many of them over his travels, but he’d never seen one like that. The little bird’s plumage was bright blue, in contrast with its bright yellow beak. It was quite cute, hopping from branch to branch while chirping softly. He guessed that it was a bird native to this area, one that only came out this time of year which was why it was unfamiliar. Despite being puzzled at the sight of it he smiled, taking it as a good omen before starting to get ready.
***
Callum had needed to get the last of the supplies he’d need for next week, but everything felt different. The world felt bright, the colours sharper and the bird wasn’t the only thing that was different, he was sure he’d seen a few other animals that he’d never seen before, as well as fruits at the market. Like with the bird he put it down to spring, that he was only seeing these animals because they were more active now, that he was only seeing these fruits because they were in season and they were all new to him because they were local.
He hadn’t wanted to ask anyone questions about them, so instead he’d got a few of the fruits to try along with everything else that he would need.
As he passed the juice cafe he decided to make a stop there. When he first arrived he’d thought it was a strange thing to have, especially as he’d never seen anything like it before, but he’d got curious during his first week and decided to try it. Since then he’d been back fairly regularly, in part because the juice was, regardless of the flavour, always amazing. The second was the guy that ran it, Owen.
Callum couldn’t help but feel captivated by him. He had soft, slightly curly dark hair that framed his face which almost always had a bright smile. He was sweet and kind, and always good company whenever they talked to each other. In another life he might have had the courage to ask him out, or at least become closer than they were.
But that hadn’t felt appropriate. Not just because Callum knew he’d move on at some point, but because he’d felt it would be wrong to ask such things from someone he only really knew when he came to his place of work. Besides, he had a feeling he wasn’t an alpha. He knew he shouldn’t judge by appearances of course but he just didn’t have that vibe about him. Not that he’d ever dare ask him, or anyone else here, because such questions were extremely inappropriate.
Still it didn’t hurt to look.
Callum entered the juice cafe and, sure enough, there was Owen behind the counter, that smile on his pretty face. He looked so beautiful. “Hey Callum!” He offered him a wave and Callum waved back as he approached the counter. “Would you like your usual?”
“Hey Owen.” Callum returned his smile, taking a seat at the counter and setting his bags down on the floor either side of him. “Yeah that’d be nice thanks.”
His ‘usual’ was a bright orange drink, a mixture of various fruits that somehow tasted delicious. Owen placed the glass of it in front of him and he took a long drink from it, grateful for the sweet drink after a tiring morning. The other man smiled at him, then leaned over the counter, looking down at his bags then back at him with an amused expression. “That’s quite the haul you’ve got there, are you stocking up?”
“You might be saying that.” He replied, grateful for the fur on his face because he would probably be blushing.
Owen flashed him a grin. “Well I think that’s great! It means you’re finally going to be settling down.”
Callum swallowed, not sure how to correct him so instead he took another drink from his glass. “I’m certainly think about it.” He replied instead, which wasn’t exactly a lie because he definitely liked it here. “Though you might not see me around much in a little while.”
“Oh?” Owen gave him a look, part puzzled but clearly intrigued and Callum mentally kicked himself for that.
“Yeah I’m going to be…” He tried to think of an excuse, something other than ‘I’m going to be in heat so I’m going to be locking myself away and masturbating for a few days’ but he couldn’t think of anything. Maybe he should have thought of an excuse earlier, because people would be bound to ask and he again mentally kicked himself. What didn’t help either was the way Owen was looking at him, how beautiful he was with the strands of hair falling over his face and he couldn’t help but stare at his pretty dark eyes.
He felt himself heat up again and for a second he thought it was a blush and he took another drink from his glass to try and cool down. It didn’t help though, in fact he felt like his temperature was rising even further.
It took him a few moments, probably longer than it should have, to realise what was happening. “I have to go.” The words left his lips in a rush as he got up off the stool and bolted to the door as fast as his legs could carry him.
“Callum are you ok?” He heard Owen call from behind him, but he ignored it, focussing on getting out of the door and back to his home as quickly as possible.
***
Callum was grateful that his house wasn’t far from the juice cafe, but even in that short distance his heat felt like it had gotten more intense. Usually when he went into heat it wouldn’t be like this, he never had one come on so suddenly and certainly not one in public. He ignored such thoughts though, grateful to be inside his home so he could do something about it.
Callum didn’t bother locking the door, immediately starting to paw at the clothing that he wore. He was shaking so much that it felt like a struggle to undo the buttons on his shirt, so instead he unsheathed his claws, using them to tear the fabric away. Once it was ripped enough he tossed the tattered fabric aside, using the same claws to tear through his trousers. It didn’t matter to him that he was ruining these clothes, rendering them useless, all he needed was to get them off his body.
He was grateful that he’d not worn underwear, but fuck he could smell his slick as soon as the trousers were torn away. Fuck, he needed something inside himself. For the briefest moments he considered running outside, finding the first man that he could and dragging them back here so they could have their way with him.
He dismissed the notion almost as quickly as it came, though he knew this heat was going to be a bad one for the thought to have even crossed his mind.
Instead he made his way into his bedroom, grabbing the dildo that he was grateful he’d left on his bedside table and jumping onto the bed. The toy was a simple thing really, pretty big but not grotesquely so and it had helped him out so much over the years. He’d always carried it with him on his travels, hidden at the bottom of his pack and he was glad that he’d got it out from there a few days ago. His clothes he could write off but if he’d ruined his pack to get to it?
He laid down on the bed, spreading his furry legs wide and he set the dildo on the sheets beside him, reaching down between them. His cock was already erect, aching hard and begging for attention and for a moment he wondered how long it had been like that, before deciding he didn’t care. Instead he ignored his dick, bringing his fingers down below his balls to his hole which already felt so wet and slick. He took a breath to steady himself, then slid two of them inside himself.
He let out a sigh of relief at the feeling, the pair of fingers sinking easily into the heat of his body. It felt good to be filled with something, even if it was only his fingers. He started to move them almost right away, first by spreading them to open himself up, then by twisting them and starting to move them in and out of himself. The movement of them made him gasp and every slight shift of the fingers made him let out a needy groan and he could feel himself get slicker with every passing moment.
His mind started to drift slightly and he pictured that it was someone else with their fingers in him, working him open. More specifically his mind pictured Owen, kneeling between his legs, looking absolutely beautiful as always but somehow even more so now. He was naked, his slim body glistening slight with sweat and he whispered soft encouraging words as he spread his fingers, working Callum open for him.
He let out a soft groan, his eyes opening, which he hadn’t even realised had closed during his thoughts. They were greeted by the dildo, sitting there right in his eyeline and he felt a sudden urge take over him. He grabbed the shaft of it with his free hand, bringing it up to his parted lips, taking it between them and groaning as he took the toy down his throat. He sucked on it, flicking his tongue against the rubber of the toy and it felt so fucking good to be filled at both ends, though he couldn’t help but wish it was someone else’s fingers and an actual cock down his throat.
He added a third finger alongside the first two, his moan of pleasure muffled by the toy as he worked himself open even more.
His mind wandered again. Owen’s fingers were working him over expertly, soft words of praise and filth being whispered in his ear. It made his neglected cock ache against his belly and he could almost feel Owen’s other hand wrap around it, stroking him steadily.
His ear twitched, sure he’d heard a noise from the outside the room but he didn’t care enough to think on it further. Instead he gripped the base of the dildo a little tighter, starting to withdraw it from his mouth until just the tip of it remained, his tongue twisting over it.
“…are you there?” A voice from outside, or maybe it was in his head. It was hard for him to tell, but he didn’t feel the need to check, instead moving his fingers faster.
“I bought your bags, since you left them behind.” It was Owen’s voice, sounding like it was outside the room and getting closer. But it couldn’t be him right? He groaned, his fingers moving the dildo back down his throat, while the ones inside him twisted.
“Are you ok you just ra…. Oh.” Callum’s eyes widened as he looked to bedroom doorway and, sure enough, there was Owen. And he was sure it was the real him, because he was carrying one of his bags and he was staring at him in a mixture of surprise and intrigue.
Callum groaned around the toy, removing it from between his lips, his furry legs spreading wider, displaying himself for him. “Owen….”
The other man’s expression changed into a smile and he felt his gaze between his legs, where his fingers were still knuckle deep. They lingered on his slick hole before roaming over his body, eventually meeting his gaze. “I had a feeling this might be what was wrong, especially when I saw the wet patch you left behind on the stool.”
Callum was sure he would have felt more embarrassed if he wasn’t already so hot. Owen’s expression softened a little as he looked him in the eyes. “Do you want you want me to go or do you want me to stay and help you?”
His brain almost short circuited at the implication and he nodded. “Please, I want you.” He whispered, his voice sounding desperate and eager to his own ears.
“I know.” Owen set the bag he was holding down, not that it mattered right now. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, you weren’t exactly subtle.” Callum felt another wave of embarrassment roll over him and Owen smiled. “I’d been waiting for you to say something but this… this is even better.”
Owen crossed the short distance between them, climbing onto the end of the bed between his legs. He reached for his wrist, gently holding onto it and pulling from his needy hole, which made Callum let out a desperate gasp at the loss of his fingers. “Fuck.” Owen whispered, his eyes going from his slick, dripping fingers to his opening. “I need to taste you.” Keeping his grip on Callum’s wrist he bought it up to his face and he parted his lips, swiping his tongue over the slick covering his fingers.
The sight made Callum’s head spin, especially when Owen let out an appreciative moan from the taste. “No, this isn’t enough.” His voice sounded different as he said that, slightly huskier. Both his hands went to Callum’s furry thighs, holding them against the sheets before his head went down between his legs. Callum gasped as he felt his wet tongue start to lap at his hole, tasting him before sliding inside of him, making him squirm on the bedsheets.
Owen’s tongue felt even better than his fingers, even though it wasn’t as long it was more mobile as it wiggled around inside him. His fingers gripped the sheets either side of his body as he moaned loudly, his eyes lidding in pleasure from the sensation. It felt like Owen’s tongue went as deep as it could, lapping at his insides and making him let out soft gasps.
Owen’s hands remained on his furry thighs, holding him in place against the sheets. His fingers had shifted slightly though, closer to his opening to hold him open for his eager tongue.
Callum was sure if his hands weren’t holding his thighs in place he’d probably be squeezing them together, keeping his head in place down there.
He felt Owen moan against his hole as he withdrew his tongue, swallowing his slick before darting it back inside. It felt amazing, every movement of the soft muscle sending sparks through his body. Owen’s tongue kept moving inside him, a mix of twisting, wiggling and lapping at him and it was driving him crazy with pleasure.
He wasn’t sure how long he was down there, a few minutes? Longer? It was hard to tell but eventually Owen pulled back, his lips and chin glistening with slick. His eyes looked hungry and it all made him look even sexier than he usually was. “You taste so fucking good, so sweet.” His voice was slightly breathless as he licked his lips, shifting back a little more so he was looking him in the eyes. “I want to fuck you. Can I?”
His words made his heart race, even though the question caught him off guard. He could have just fucked him anyway and he wouldn’t have complained, but the fact he asked? Callum nodded, letting out a needy moan. “Please, fuck me, I need it. I’ve wanted it for so long please…” It felt like words tumbled from his lips in a rush but he didn’t care.
“I’m glad. Me too.” Owen kissed his furry thigh then he got back to his feet, his fingers coming to his shirt to quickly undo the buttons. The garment was tossed aside and Callum drank in the sight of his body, his chest smooth and slightly tanned. He couldn’t help but want to touch it, to run his hands all over the every inch of soft skin.
Owen’s hands then went lower, to push his trousers down, but he didn’t get a good look as he crouched down, no doubt to remove his shoes as well. When he got back up he was fully naked and Callum’s eyes were drawn to his dick. It was bigger than he probably would have expected, surrounded by a nest of dark brown curls and the sight of it send another desperate wave of desire through him. “Please Owen, fuck me.” His voice sounded needy and Owen grinned before he climbed on top of him.
“Gladly.” Owen’s lips found his own and he was kissing him hungrily, desperately. At the same time Callum felt his dick against his hole and his eyelids fluttered closed as it filled him up completely in one thrust.
On his travels he’d had sex a few times, though this was the first time he’d had anyone inside him during his heat. Part of him wished he had before because this felt ten times better than any other time he’d gotten fucked and definitely way better than it was to have the toy inside him. Another part of him though, was glad that he hadn’t, that his first time like this was with Owen. He moaned against Owen’s hungry tongue which was exploring and claiming his mouth just like he’d done between his legs. He could taste his slick on his tongue and he was right, he did taste so sweet.
Owen pulled back, gasping for air as he rolled his hips, withdrawing his cock and sinking it back inside. “You feel so good, so fucking good.” Owen panted against his face, leaning in to nip at the neck as he thrust into him. “Even better than I thought you’d be.”
Callum’s head span at that, his head tilting to the side to give him better access to his neck. “You thought of me?” He managed to gasp the words out as Owen licked then bit at his pulse point, his teeth feeling sharper than he would have expected.
“Of course.” His hands were running over his furry chest and sides as he shifted to whisper in his ear. “A sexy foxboy like you? How could I not think about you?”
Callum’s heart beat faster and he rocked up against his thrusting cock. This all felt so amazing though he half expected to wake and find this was a fantasy playing out in his head induced by the intensity of his heat. “Me too, you’re so pretty and handsome and…” His eyes rolled back as Owen slammed into him, making him cry out in pleasure. “Fuck.”
“I want to claim you. To make you mine.” Owen whispered the words right into his ear. “I want to make you my mate.” An intense need washed over Callum at the words and he found himself nodding. “Tell me you want that to.”
“I do. I want you to make me yours so badly, please fill me up.” An image crossed his mind, one he’d never really had before. It was of himself, with his belly, round and full, full of their pups. It was something he’d never seriously thought about but now the thought was as intense as the want for Owen to fuck him into the mattress. He wasn’t even sure if it was possible but he didn’t care. “Breed me, fill me with your pups. I want to be your mate.”
Owen shifted back to his neck, a low growl escaping his through before he sank his teeth into him. It definitely felt like they drew blood, not that he cared as Owen was thrusting into him even harder now, the bed creaking beneath them from the movement.
Callum finally let go of the sheets, bringing his hands up to run over his body, exploring his soft skin. He had the sudden urge to unsheathe his claws, to mark him up to claim him in return. “Do it, I want everyone to know.” The words were all the encouragement he needed and he allowed himself to claw at Owen’s back, hoping that it wasn’t deep enough to hurt him but the way he was moaning meant he likely didn’t care. “Fuck just like that…” He did it again, this time leaving fresh marks across his chest so he could see. The red scratches provided showed up clearly on his tanned skin and they made him look even more beautiful.
He let out a gasp as Owen wrapped his fingers around his dick, starting to stroke it. He hadn’t realised how much he’d wanted to be touched and he let out a needy moan as he jerked him off. As his fingers moved Owen leaned back over him, tilting his head to expose his neck. Instinct told he what to do and he leaned in, sinking his teeth into his neck, tasting blood.
“So close.” Owen sounded so breathless and needy as he thrust roughly into him. He felt the base of his dick swell, and Callum felt dizzy, the pleasure that had been washing over him becoming even more intense. “I’m going to fill you up.” Owen practically growled the words, his eyes dark with need. “I’m going to fuck you over and over until you’re leaking.” His free hand ran over his furry belly. “And your belly is full of our pups.”
Callum cried out, his hips jerking as his cock spurted across their bodies, as if the words alone were a trigger. It was the most intense orgasm of his life, his whole body trembling as he came across his fur and Owen’s belly.
“Mmmm I bet this tastes amazing too.” He bought his sticky fingers to his lips and Callum watched in a daze as he licked them, moaning softly at the taste. Owen parted his lips and instead of a response all that came out was a growl as he felt the other man fill him up. It felt like a warm gush rather than spurts, but it felt amazing all the same. As he filled him Owen kissed him with a desperate hunger and Callum returned it, flicking his tongue against his and tasting himself on it.
He knew that they’d have to have a talk when this was over, but right now he was content to kiss him instead until they were both breathless.
He wasn’t sure how long they remained locked together but eventually Owen eased out of him, covering his face in gentle kisses. “Stay here I’ll get us something to drink.” He trailed his fingers along his side, a lazy smile on his face. “I know you’ll need it before the heat starts again.”
Callum nodded slightly, with a grateful smile. Getting fucked by him had helped, but he knew that the relief he felt now would be short lived. “Please…. Don’t be long.”
Owen flashed him a warm smile, kissing him gently before getting off the bed. “I won’t beautiful, promise.” He looked him over, his gaze lingering between his legs for a few moments before leaving.
As he left he noticed he had what looked like a tail, albeit much smaller than his own. That would be another thing he’d have to ask to talk to him about, though right now he was already missing him.
***
Callum ran his fingers gently over his belly smiling at how round and full it was now. It still felt a little surreal, being full of Owen’s cubs but it felt so right. In fact he was more content now than he’d ever felt in his life.
He guessed he shouldn’t be surprised that he’d gotten pregnant from their first time together. After all Owen had been true to his word, staying with him the entirety of his heat, filling him up every time it got intense.
Of course when it was over and they’d caught their breath they spent another day just enjoying one another’s company and talking, getting to know each other better. Of course Owen wasn’t quite as human as he first appeared, he had fox ancestry, though he only had a few traits that were easy to miss. His soft curls concealed ears that were much like his own and of course, there was his tail and the knot that had filled him up so well.
The thought of it made him squirm and he looked forward to feeling it again when his next heat came on.
As for their relationship, Owen joked how they’d done things backwards. Following their mating they went on a few dates and every one of them had made him more and more enamoured with him.
It was a few months after the mating that Callum suggested they move in together and so his little house had now become their home.
Though it wouldn’t be long now before they’d be joined by the pitter patter of little paws.
He smiled at the thought as he stroked his belly, feeling them shift slightly beneath his fur. He had to admit he did feel a little anxious about it all, mostly because he didn’t really feel ready, but he was also excited to hold their kits in his arms.
It was strange, he’d never pictured himself as a family man, but now he was looking forward to the two of them raising their pups together.
“Mmm you’re awake.” Owen whispered from beside him in their bed, his voice slightly husky. “Is everything ok?” He wrapped an arm across his chest and Callum instantly felt more safe, as silly a feeling that was.
“Yeah, they just woke me by moving.” Even in the dark he could see Owen smile, his arm shifting lower to stroke his belly. “So I’ve just been lying here thinking until they stop.”
“Mmm.” Owen leaned in, planting a soft kiss on his neck. “Be nice to your dad little ones, he needs his rest.” As he said the words his fingers rubbed circles in his fur.
They did seem to settle down and he wasn’t sure if it was from his words or if it was a coincidence, but either way he’d take it. He turned slightly, kissing Owen gently before snuggling up to him. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Owen kissed his neck again, curling up against him and Callum felt himself drift off to sleep, feeling content in his lover and mate’s arms.
Pairing: Owengejuicetv/Seapeekay
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Omegaverse, fox hybrid Seapeekay, breeding kink, m-preg
Notes: Inspired by this kink meme prompt. It’s been forever since I’ve done a omegaverse type thing, but this prompt was general enough and for some reason that made me wanna claim it and do something with foxboy.
And yeah this is a brand new thing instead of one of the many many wips shush (and I dunno how this has gotten so long)
Callum had spent his life travelling from place to place. He’d never stayed anywhere for too long, never really stood still. Part of that was because of his profession, as mercenary he tended to get in the wrong side of people, but it was just the job, nothing personal. Still people didn’t see it like that, so he frequently moved on.
The place he had found himself in now was different from the others. Everywhere else had at least some degree of violence, be it outright fighting or just simmering resentments that boiled over at the slightest opportunity. Here though things were peaceful, quiet. Sure he’d seen the occasional argument but nothing that escalated more than harsh words.
At first he had found it disconcerting, especially when he realised that it meant his services weren’t required here but at the same time he thought a break for his usual work would be nice. He had enough diamonds and gold to last him for awhile so maybe it would be nice to just… exist, at least for awhile.
***
Spring was fast approaching, he could feel the change in the air. Callum hadn’t realised just how fast the time had flown by. He had to admit it had been nice to just rest and relax, without having ti wear armour all the time and be on guard. He’d spent his time checking out books from the library, occasionally visiting the local juice cafe, he’d even taken up painting, not that his art was very good.
However with spring approaching he had to make preparations. His biology meant that he would be going to be into heat soon and he would have to deal with that.
His plan was simple, to do what he did every time he this happened. He’d shut up himself in his room with some supplies and his trusty dildo until it passed. That’s what he’d done every other time it had happened and, while it didn’t compare to the real thing he knew it was his best option.
After all he wasn’t going to stay here forever.
***
Callum awoke from his bed with a yawn, stretching his furry arms out over his head. As he took the time to wake he started to feel like something was… different. He couldn’t place where exactly the feeling came from or what it meant but he shook it off. He must have had a dream that he couldn’t remember, one that had unsettled him somehow.
When he went into the main room of the cottage he was staying in he looked out of the window and he saw a bird outside. It wasn’t unusual to see a bird of course, he’d seen many of them over his travels, but he’d never seen one like that. The little bird’s plumage was bright blue, in contrast with its bright yellow beak. It was quite cute, hopping from branch to branch while chirping softly. He guessed that it was a bird native to this area, one that only came out this time of year which was why it was unfamiliar. Despite being puzzled at the sight of it he smiled, taking it as a good omen before starting to get ready.
***
Callum had needed to get the last of the supplies he’d need for next week, but everything felt different. The world felt bright, the colours sharper and the bird wasn’t the only thing that was different, he was sure he’d seen a few other animals that he’d never seen before, as well as fruits at the market. Like with the bird he put it down to spring, that he was only seeing these animals because they were more active now, that he was only seeing these fruits because they were in season and they were all new to him because they were local.
He hadn’t wanted to ask anyone questions about them, so instead he’d got a few of the fruits to try along with everything else that he would need.
As he passed the juice cafe he decided to make a stop there. When he first arrived he’d thought it was a strange thing to have, especially as he’d never seen anything like it before, but he’d got curious during his first week and decided to try it. Since then he’d been back fairly regularly, in part because the juice was, regardless of the flavour, always amazing. The second was the guy that ran it, Owen.
Callum couldn’t help but feel captivated by him. He had soft, slightly curly dark hair that framed his face which almost always had a bright smile. He was sweet and kind, and always good company whenever they talked to each other. In another life he might have had the courage to ask him out, or at least become closer than they were.
But that hadn’t felt appropriate. Not just because Callum knew he’d move on at some point, but because he’d felt it would be wrong to ask such things from someone he only really knew when he came to his place of work. Besides, he had a feeling he wasn’t an alpha. He knew he shouldn’t judge by appearances of course but he just didn’t have that vibe about him. Not that he’d ever dare ask him, or anyone else here, because such questions were extremely inappropriate.
Still it didn’t hurt to look.
Callum entered the juice cafe and, sure enough, there was Owen behind the counter, that smile on his pretty face. He looked so beautiful. “Hey Callum!” He offered him a wave and Callum waved back as he approached the counter. “Would you like your usual?”
“Hey Owen.” Callum returned his smile, taking a seat at the counter and setting his bags down on the floor either side of him. “Yeah that’d be nice thanks.”
His ‘usual’ was a bright orange drink, a mixture of various fruits that somehow tasted delicious. Owen placed the glass of it in front of him and he took a long drink from it, grateful for the sweet drink after a tiring morning. The other man smiled at him, then leaned over the counter, looking down at his bags then back at him with an amused expression. “That’s quite the haul you’ve got there, are you stocking up?”
“You might be saying that.” He replied, grateful for the fur on his face because he would probably be blushing.
Owen flashed him a grin. “Well I think that’s great! It means you’re finally going to be settling down.”
Callum swallowed, not sure how to correct him so instead he took another drink from his glass. “I’m certainly think about it.” He replied instead, which wasn’t exactly a lie because he definitely liked it here. “Though you might not see me around much in a little while.”
“Oh?” Owen gave him a look, part puzzled but clearly intrigued and Callum mentally kicked himself for that.
“Yeah I’m going to be…” He tried to think of an excuse, something other than ‘I’m going to be in heat so I’m going to be locking myself away and masturbating for a few days’ but he couldn’t think of anything. Maybe he should have thought of an excuse earlier, because people would be bound to ask and he again mentally kicked himself. What didn’t help either was the way Owen was looking at him, how beautiful he was with the strands of hair falling over his face and he couldn’t help but stare at his pretty dark eyes.
He felt himself heat up again and for a second he thought it was a blush and he took another drink from his glass to try and cool down. It didn’t help though, in fact he felt like his temperature was rising even further.
It took him a few moments, probably longer than it should have, to realise what was happening. “I have to go.” The words left his lips in a rush as he got up off the stool and bolted to the door as fast as his legs could carry him.
“Callum are you ok?” He heard Owen call from behind him, but he ignored it, focussing on getting out of the door and back to his home as quickly as possible.
***
Callum was grateful that his house wasn’t far from the juice cafe, but even in that short distance his heat felt like it had gotten more intense. Usually when he went into heat it wouldn’t be like this, he never had one come on so suddenly and certainly not one in public. He ignored such thoughts though, grateful to be inside his home so he could do something about it.
Callum didn’t bother locking the door, immediately starting to paw at the clothing that he wore. He was shaking so much that it felt like a struggle to undo the buttons on his shirt, so instead he unsheathed his claws, using them to tear the fabric away. Once it was ripped enough he tossed the tattered fabric aside, using the same claws to tear through his trousers. It didn’t matter to him that he was ruining these clothes, rendering them useless, all he needed was to get them off his body.
He was grateful that he’d not worn underwear, but fuck he could smell his slick as soon as the trousers were torn away. Fuck, he needed something inside himself. For the briefest moments he considered running outside, finding the first man that he could and dragging them back here so they could have their way with him.
He dismissed the notion almost as quickly as it came, though he knew this heat was going to be a bad one for the thought to have even crossed his mind.
Instead he made his way into his bedroom, grabbing the dildo that he was grateful he’d left on his bedside table and jumping onto the bed. The toy was a simple thing really, pretty big but not grotesquely so and it had helped him out so much over the years. He’d always carried it with him on his travels, hidden at the bottom of his pack and he was glad that he’d got it out from there a few days ago. His clothes he could write off but if he’d ruined his pack to get to it?
He laid down on the bed, spreading his furry legs wide and he set the dildo on the sheets beside him, reaching down between them. His cock was already erect, aching hard and begging for attention and for a moment he wondered how long it had been like that, before deciding he didn’t care. Instead he ignored his dick, bringing his fingers down below his balls to his hole which already felt so wet and slick. He took a breath to steady himself, then slid two of them inside himself.
He let out a sigh of relief at the feeling, the pair of fingers sinking easily into the heat of his body. It felt good to be filled with something, even if it was only his fingers. He started to move them almost right away, first by spreading them to open himself up, then by twisting them and starting to move them in and out of himself. The movement of them made him gasp and every slight shift of the fingers made him let out a needy groan and he could feel himself get slicker with every passing moment.
His mind started to drift slightly and he pictured that it was someone else with their fingers in him, working him open. More specifically his mind pictured Owen, kneeling between his legs, looking absolutely beautiful as always but somehow even more so now. He was naked, his slim body glistening slight with sweat and he whispered soft encouraging words as he spread his fingers, working Callum open for him.
He let out a soft groan, his eyes opening, which he hadn’t even realised had closed during his thoughts. They were greeted by the dildo, sitting there right in his eyeline and he felt a sudden urge take over him. He grabbed the shaft of it with his free hand, bringing it up to his parted lips, taking it between them and groaning as he took the toy down his throat. He sucked on it, flicking his tongue against the rubber of the toy and it felt so fucking good to be filled at both ends, though he couldn’t help but wish it was someone else’s fingers and an actual cock down his throat.
He added a third finger alongside the first two, his moan of pleasure muffled by the toy as he worked himself open even more.
His mind wandered again. Owen’s fingers were working him over expertly, soft words of praise and filth being whispered in his ear. It made his neglected cock ache against his belly and he could almost feel Owen’s other hand wrap around it, stroking him steadily.
His ear twitched, sure he’d heard a noise from the outside the room but he didn’t care enough to think on it further. Instead he gripped the base of the dildo a little tighter, starting to withdraw it from his mouth until just the tip of it remained, his tongue twisting over it.
“…are you there?” A voice from outside, or maybe it was in his head. It was hard for him to tell, but he didn’t feel the need to check, instead moving his fingers faster.
“I bought your bags, since you left them behind.” It was Owen’s voice, sounding like it was outside the room and getting closer. But it couldn’t be him right? He groaned, his fingers moving the dildo back down his throat, while the ones inside him twisted.
“Are you ok you just ra…. Oh.” Callum’s eyes widened as he looked to bedroom doorway and, sure enough, there was Owen. And he was sure it was the real him, because he was carrying one of his bags and he was staring at him in a mixture of surprise and intrigue.
Callum groaned around the toy, removing it from between his lips, his furry legs spreading wider, displaying himself for him. “Owen….”
The other man’s expression changed into a smile and he felt his gaze between his legs, where his fingers were still knuckle deep. They lingered on his slick hole before roaming over his body, eventually meeting his gaze. “I had a feeling this might be what was wrong, especially when I saw the wet patch you left behind on the stool.”
Callum was sure he would have felt more embarrassed if he wasn’t already so hot. Owen’s expression softened a little as he looked him in the eyes. “Do you want you want me to go or do you want me to stay and help you?”
His brain almost short circuited at the implication and he nodded. “Please, I want you.” He whispered, his voice sounding desperate and eager to his own ears.
“I know.” Owen set the bag he was holding down, not that it mattered right now. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, you weren’t exactly subtle.” Callum felt another wave of embarrassment roll over him and Owen smiled. “I’d been waiting for you to say something but this… this is even better.”
Owen crossed the short distance between them, climbing onto the end of the bed between his legs. He reached for his wrist, gently holding onto it and pulling from his needy hole, which made Callum let out a desperate gasp at the loss of his fingers. “Fuck.” Owen whispered, his eyes going from his slick, dripping fingers to his opening. “I need to taste you.” Keeping his grip on Callum’s wrist he bought it up to his face and he parted his lips, swiping his tongue over the slick covering his fingers.
The sight made Callum’s head spin, especially when Owen let out an appreciative moan from the taste. “No, this isn’t enough.” His voice sounded different as he said that, slightly huskier. Both his hands went to Callum’s furry thighs, holding them against the sheets before his head went down between his legs. Callum gasped as he felt his wet tongue start to lap at his hole, tasting him before sliding inside of him, making him squirm on the bedsheets.
Owen’s tongue felt even better than his fingers, even though it wasn’t as long it was more mobile as it wiggled around inside him. His fingers gripped the sheets either side of his body as he moaned loudly, his eyes lidding in pleasure from the sensation. It felt like Owen’s tongue went as deep as it could, lapping at his insides and making him let out soft gasps.
Owen’s hands remained on his furry thighs, holding him in place against the sheets. His fingers had shifted slightly though, closer to his opening to hold him open for his eager tongue.
Callum was sure if his hands weren’t holding his thighs in place he’d probably be squeezing them together, keeping his head in place down there.
He felt Owen moan against his hole as he withdrew his tongue, swallowing his slick before darting it back inside. It felt amazing, every movement of the soft muscle sending sparks through his body. Owen’s tongue kept moving inside him, a mix of twisting, wiggling and lapping at him and it was driving him crazy with pleasure.
He wasn’t sure how long he was down there, a few minutes? Longer? It was hard to tell but eventually Owen pulled back, his lips and chin glistening with slick. His eyes looked hungry and it all made him look even sexier than he usually was. “You taste so fucking good, so sweet.” His voice was slightly breathless as he licked his lips, shifting back a little more so he was looking him in the eyes. “I want to fuck you. Can I?”
His words made his heart race, even though the question caught him off guard. He could have just fucked him anyway and he wouldn’t have complained, but the fact he asked? Callum nodded, letting out a needy moan. “Please, fuck me, I need it. I’ve wanted it for so long please…” It felt like words tumbled from his lips in a rush but he didn’t care.
“I’m glad. Me too.” Owen kissed his furry thigh then he got back to his feet, his fingers coming to his shirt to quickly undo the buttons. The garment was tossed aside and Callum drank in the sight of his body, his chest smooth and slightly tanned. He couldn’t help but want to touch it, to run his hands all over the every inch of soft skin.
Owen’s hands then went lower, to push his trousers down, but he didn’t get a good look as he crouched down, no doubt to remove his shoes as well. When he got back up he was fully naked and Callum’s eyes were drawn to his dick. It was bigger than he probably would have expected, surrounded by a nest of dark brown curls and the sight of it send another desperate wave of desire through him. “Please Owen, fuck me.” His voice sounded needy and Owen grinned before he climbed on top of him.
“Gladly.” Owen’s lips found his own and he was kissing him hungrily, desperately. At the same time Callum felt his dick against his hole and his eyelids fluttered closed as it filled him up completely in one thrust.
On his travels he’d had sex a few times, though this was the first time he’d had anyone inside him during his heat. Part of him wished he had before because this felt ten times better than any other time he’d gotten fucked and definitely way better than it was to have the toy inside him. Another part of him though, was glad that he hadn’t, that his first time like this was with Owen. He moaned against Owen’s hungry tongue which was exploring and claiming his mouth just like he’d done between his legs. He could taste his slick on his tongue and he was right, he did taste so sweet.
Owen pulled back, gasping for air as he rolled his hips, withdrawing his cock and sinking it back inside. “You feel so good, so fucking good.” Owen panted against his face, leaning in to nip at the neck as he thrust into him. “Even better than I thought you’d be.”
Callum’s head span at that, his head tilting to the side to give him better access to his neck. “You thought of me?” He managed to gasp the words out as Owen licked then bit at his pulse point, his teeth feeling sharper than he would have expected.
“Of course.” His hands were running over his furry chest and sides as he shifted to whisper in his ear. “A sexy foxboy like you? How could I not think about you?”
Callum’s heart beat faster and he rocked up against his thrusting cock. This all felt so amazing though he half expected to wake and find this was a fantasy playing out in his head induced by the intensity of his heat. “Me too, you’re so pretty and handsome and…” His eyes rolled back as Owen slammed into him, making him cry out in pleasure. “Fuck.”
“I want to claim you. To make you mine.” Owen whispered the words right into his ear. “I want to make you my mate.” An intense need washed over Callum at the words and he found himself nodding. “Tell me you want that to.”
“I do. I want you to make me yours so badly, please fill me up.” An image crossed his mind, one he’d never really had before. It was of himself, with his belly, round and full, full of their pups. It was something he’d never seriously thought about but now the thought was as intense as the want for Owen to fuck him into the mattress. He wasn’t even sure if it was possible but he didn’t care. “Breed me, fill me with your pups. I want to be your mate.”
Owen shifted back to his neck, a low growl escaping his through before he sank his teeth into him. It definitely felt like they drew blood, not that he cared as Owen was thrusting into him even harder now, the bed creaking beneath them from the movement.
Callum finally let go of the sheets, bringing his hands up to run over his body, exploring his soft skin. He had the sudden urge to unsheathe his claws, to mark him up to claim him in return. “Do it, I want everyone to know.” The words were all the encouragement he needed and he allowed himself to claw at Owen’s back, hoping that it wasn’t deep enough to hurt him but the way he was moaning meant he likely didn’t care. “Fuck just like that…” He did it again, this time leaving fresh marks across his chest so he could see. The red scratches provided showed up clearly on his tanned skin and they made him look even more beautiful.
He let out a gasp as Owen wrapped his fingers around his dick, starting to stroke it. He hadn’t realised how much he’d wanted to be touched and he let out a needy moan as he jerked him off. As his fingers moved Owen leaned back over him, tilting his head to expose his neck. Instinct told he what to do and he leaned in, sinking his teeth into his neck, tasting blood.
“So close.” Owen sounded so breathless and needy as he thrust roughly into him. He felt the base of his dick swell, and Callum felt dizzy, the pleasure that had been washing over him becoming even more intense. “I’m going to fill you up.” Owen practically growled the words, his eyes dark with need. “I’m going to fuck you over and over until you’re leaking.” His free hand ran over his furry belly. “And your belly is full of our pups.”
Callum cried out, his hips jerking as his cock spurted across their bodies, as if the words alone were a trigger. It was the most intense orgasm of his life, his whole body trembling as he came across his fur and Owen’s belly.
“Mmmm I bet this tastes amazing too.” He bought his sticky fingers to his lips and Callum watched in a daze as he licked them, moaning softly at the taste. Owen parted his lips and instead of a response all that came out was a growl as he felt the other man fill him up. It felt like a warm gush rather than spurts, but it felt amazing all the same. As he filled him Owen kissed him with a desperate hunger and Callum returned it, flicking his tongue against his and tasting himself on it.
He knew that they’d have to have a talk when this was over, but right now he was content to kiss him instead until they were both breathless.
He wasn’t sure how long they remained locked together but eventually Owen eased out of him, covering his face in gentle kisses. “Stay here I’ll get us something to drink.” He trailed his fingers along his side, a lazy smile on his face. “I know you’ll need it before the heat starts again.”
Callum nodded slightly, with a grateful smile. Getting fucked by him had helped, but he knew that the relief he felt now would be short lived. “Please…. Don’t be long.”
Owen flashed him a warm smile, kissing him gently before getting off the bed. “I won’t beautiful, promise.” He looked him over, his gaze lingering between his legs for a few moments before leaving.
As he left he noticed he had what looked like a tail, albeit much smaller than his own. That would be another thing he’d have to ask to talk to him about, though right now he was already missing him.
***
Callum ran his fingers gently over his belly smiling at how round and full it was now. It still felt a little surreal, being full of Owen’s cubs but it felt so right. In fact he was more content now than he’d ever felt in his life.
He guessed he shouldn’t be surprised that he’d gotten pregnant from their first time together. After all Owen had been true to his word, staying with him the entirety of his heat, filling him up every time it got intense.
Of course when it was over and they’d caught their breath they spent another day just enjoying one another’s company and talking, getting to know each other better. Of course Owen wasn’t quite as human as he first appeared, he had fox ancestry, though he only had a few traits that were easy to miss. His soft curls concealed ears that were much like his own and of course, there was his tail and the knot that had filled him up so well.
The thought of it made him squirm and he looked forward to feeling it again when his next heat came on.
As for their relationship, Owen joked how they’d done things backwards. Following their mating they went on a few dates and every one of them had made him more and more enamoured with him.
It was a few months after the mating that Callum suggested they move in together and so his little house had now become their home.
Though it wouldn’t be long now before they’d be joined by the pitter patter of little paws.
He smiled at the thought as he stroked his belly, feeling them shift slightly beneath his fur. He had to admit he did feel a little anxious about it all, mostly because he didn’t really feel ready, but he was also excited to hold their kits in his arms.
It was strange, he’d never pictured himself as a family man, but now he was looking forward to the two of them raising their pups together.
“Mmm you’re awake.” Owen whispered from beside him in their bed, his voice slightly husky. “Is everything ok?” He wrapped an arm across his chest and Callum instantly felt more safe, as silly a feeling that was.
“Yeah, they just woke me by moving.” Even in the dark he could see Owen smile, his arm shifting lower to stroke his belly. “So I’ve just been lying here thinking until they stop.”
“Mmm.” Owen leaned in, planting a soft kiss on his neck. “Be nice to your dad little ones, he needs his rest.” As he said the words his fingers rubbed circles in his fur.
They did seem to settle down and he wasn’t sure if it was from his words or if it was a coincidence, but either way he’d take it. He turned slightly, kissing Owen gently before snuggling up to him. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Owen kissed his neck again, curling up against him and Callum felt himself drift off to sleep, feeling content in his lover and mate’s arms.
