Pent-up Desire

Dominic feels like he’s crawling out of his skin.

Three months since that night out in the woods, three months since he turned into a goddamn oversized dog for the first time, and it still doesn’t feel like it’s getting any better. Lately it’s like he only has two emotions; horny and angry. God, he’s so pent up he’s starting to hear colors, and he can’t even bring a fucking girl home and do something about it because his weird dick would probably end up freaking them out.

Not that he would trust himself in the heat of the moment anyway. Just the other day he accidentally ripped the bathroom door off of its hinges while attempting to open it. He can only imagine the damage he’d do to a human body while buried deep inside—

Dominic is startled out of his brooding when 8Petal practically materializes into the foyer. Fuck, he hates it when 8Petal does that. Why do vampires have to be so damn creepy and unnerving all the time? And here he thought he’d have the place to himself for once, just his luck he’d end up living with a vampire. He growls at the sight of 8Petal, turning to shove his face into the couch pillows.

“Thought you went out hunting.” He grumbles. “And can’t you try to make a little more noise when you get home? Fuckin’ freaks me out when you just spawn in like that.”

Dominic groans, pulling his face further into the pillows. He can feel James's eyes on him, boring into him with that vampiric intensity. It's fucking unnerving, even if the rest of James is just a normal guy. Dominic's body is thrumming with need, his cock hard and straining against his sweatpants. He's been like this for days, and it's driving him insane. "Nah, I ain't in a good mood," Dominic admits through gritted teeth. "Fuck, James. I can't take it anymore. I'm so goddamn horny I can barely think straight. I just want to bend you over and fuck you stupid until I can't walk straight." He punctuates his words with a frustrated groan, his hips rutting uselessly into the couch cushions. "But I can't, 'cause you're a fucking vampire and I'm a werewolf and that just ain't gonna happen, no matter how bad I want it."

Dominic snorts. "Oh yeah, I'm real sorry for expressing my desires like a normal person. I'll try to keep my horny thoughts to myself from now on, thanks." He rolls his eyes, pushing himself up onto his elbows. He turns his head to look at James, brows furrowed in annoyance. "What, you wanted me to just let it all out there? 'Oh James, my fucking god you're so hot I wanna mount you and rut you into the ground until you're sobbing and screaming my name'? Is that what you wanted to hear?" Dominic's voice drips with sarcasm, but there's an undercurrent of desperate need to it. He's so wound up he's practically vibrating, and James's presence is just making it worse. He wants nothing more than to grab James and show them just how bad he needs them, but he knows he can't. Not without risking hurting them, or fucking up their arrangement. It's torture, being this close to what he wants and not being able to have it.

Dominic's eyes widen at that revelation, his lips curling into a smirk. "Oh yeah? Well ain't that a fucking coincidence. Seems like we're both in the same boat, James. You're hard, I'm hard, we're both horny as fuck and neither of us can do anything about it. What a goddamn clusterfuck." He chuckles darkly, dropping his head back against the couch. It's not like he's surprised James is hard too. They've been living together for months now, and Dominic's never been able to resist the allure of James's lithe, pale form. But he's always held back, always been the better man and let his baser instincts take a backseat. Until now, when his hormones are running so hot he can barely think straight. "I bet you're just aching to get your hands on me right now, ain't ya?" Dominic purrs, his voice low and rough with need. "Bet you're just dying to see what this knot of mine can do. I bet you'd love to feel it stretching you open, filling you up until you can't take anymore." He's just fucking with James now, testing the waters. But god, he wants it so bad. Wants to sink into James's tight heat and never leave, wants to make them scream and beg and cry out his name until they're hoarse. Wants to claim them in the most primal way possible, mark them

Dominic's breath catches in his throat at James's words, his eyes going wide. "Oh fuck, James. You don't know what you're saying. You don't know what I'm capable of, what I want to do to you." It's true, but it's not the whole truth. Dominic doesn't just want to claim James, he needs to. It's like there's this primal urge clawing at his insides, begging him to mount and rut and mark. To sink his teeth into James's neck and drink down their blood while he fucks them into oblivion. He wants to make them his in every way possible, wants to bury himself so deep inside them they'll never forget who they belong to. "And I ain't talking about the fucking, James. I'm talking about everything. I wanna know everything about you, wanna feel everything. I wanna roll you out of bed and take you right here on the kitchen counter, fuck you until you're sobbing and covered in bruises. I wanna tie you up and tease you until you're begging for my cock, then give it to you so hard you'll be feeling it for weeks." Dominic's voice is a low growl now, his words dripping with need and barely restrained violence. "I wanna break you, James. I wanna ruin you for anyone else. I wanna make you mine in every way possible, until you can't even think about going out with anyone else without thinking about

Dominic immediately regrets his words, his eyes going wide with horror. "Fuck, James. I didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry, I just... fuck, I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm just so fucking pent up, and you're here, and I just..." He trails off, running a hand over his face in frustration. He's not scaring James, he's turning them on? That's just fucked up. He doesn't want to scare James, he wants to make them feel good. Wants to take all of this frustration and anger and channel it into something better. "Look, I... I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to freak you out. I just... fuck, James. I want you so bad. I know you want me too, I can smell it on you. You're just as horny as I am, you're just... holding back. Because you're a good guy, and you know I'm a monster." Dominic's voice cracks on the last word, his eyes filling with tears. He hates that he's crying, hates that he's so fucking weak. But god, it hurts so bad. Every fiber of his being is screaming at him to just take what he wants, to grab James and fuck them until they can't remember their own name. But he won't. He won't be that kind of monster.

Dominic laughs, a bitter, humorless sound. "Oh yeah, no shit Sherlock. I'm not a monster. I'm just your average guy who happens to be a werewolf, and I have the urge to mount and rut and mark you until you can't take anymore. No big deal." He's being sarcastic, but there's a kernel of truth to his words. He is intense, and he knows it. He knows he's a lot to handle, knows that he's got all these new urges and needs that he doesn't know how to deal with. And James... fuck, James is just so perfect. So sweet and gentle and kind, and here he is, telling Dominic that he can't handle him? "You can handle me, James. You're stronger than you think. Fuck, you're stronger than I am, and that's saying something." Dominic's voice is rough with emotion, his eyes burning with intensity. "I know I'm a lot to take, but I swear to you, I'll make it worth it. I'll make you feel so good you'll forget your own name. I'll ruin you for anyone else, make you mine in every way possible. Just... just give me a chance, okay? Let me show you what I can do." He's begging now, and he hates it. Hates that he's not the strong one, that he's the one pleading for mercy. But he can't

Dominic's mouth goes dry at James's words, his eyes widening. "Oh fuck, James. You're really not kidding, are you? You're actually hard right now, just from me talking about it?" He can't believe it. He's been trying so hard to keep his urges in check, to be the good guy and not scare James off. And now here James is, telling him that he's making them hard just by talking about it? Fuck, that's hot. "And what, you wanna do something about it? You wanna let me show you what I can do, let me make you feel good until you can't think straight?" Dominic's voice is a low purr now, his words dripping with seduction. He knows he's playing with fire, but fuck, he can't help himself. James is just too tempting, too perfect. And he knows James wants him too, knows that they're just as pent up and desperate as he is. "Come on, James. Let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good. I promise I'll be gentle... at first." Dominic's tongue darts out to wet his lips, his eyes burning with intensity. He's not lying, he's not. He would be gentle with James, would take care of them and make them feel so good they'd forget their own name. He just... fuck, he needs them. Needs to feel their skin against his,

Dominic snorts, rolling his eyes. "Oh yeah, I'm real gentle. You've seen me try to open doors without ripping them off their hinges, right?" He chuckles, shaking his head. "But for real, James. I'll be gentle. I'll take care of you, make you feel so good you'll forget your own name. I promise." He sits up, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. His eyes are dark with need, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Come on, James. Let me show you what I can do. Let me make you feel good. I know you want it, I know you want me. Just... just give in, okay? Let me take care of you." Dominic's hand is already moving towards his cock, palming it through his sweatpants. He can feel it twitching beneath his touch, hard and aching and straining against the fabric. He's so fucking turned on, he can barely think straight. All he can focus on is James, and how good it would feel to have them in his arms, to feel their skin against his as he fucks them into oblivion. "Please, James. I need you. I need to feel you, need to make you feel good. Just... just say yes, okay? Please."

Dominic groans, his hand falling away from his cock in frustration. "Shit, James. I'm not trying to fill you with confidence, I'm trying to get you to let me fuck you. Don't you get it?" He's getting angry now, his frustration and need turning into irritation. He knows he's not the most confident guy in the world, but come on. He's trying to seduce James here, not make them feel bad about themselves. "Fuck, James. I'm trying my best here. I know I'm not the most... what's the word... suave guy. But I swear to you, I would never, ever hurt you. I would never force you into anything you don't want. But fuck, I need you. I need to feel you, need to make you feel good. Please, James. Just... just give me a chance. Let me show you what I can do." Dominic's voice is a low, pleading whine now, his eyes burning with intensity. He's so close to just grabbing James and taking what he wants, he can feel it. But he won't. He won't be that kind of monster. He'll be gentle, he'll be careful. He'll make James feel so good they'll forget their own name. "Just... just say yes, okay? Please. I need you, James. I need to feel you. Please."

Dominic's eyes light up at James's words, a grin spreading across his face. "Oh fuck yes, that's what I'm talking about. I'll stop begging, I promise." He's on his feet in an instant, striding across the room to where James is standing. His heart is pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He can smell James's arousal, can hear the rapid beating of their heart. Fuck, they smell so good. So perfect. Dominic's hands are on James in a flash, gripping their hips and pulling them close. He can feel the heat of James's body against his own, can feel the hard length of their cock pressing against his stomach. Fuck, they're so perfect. So responsive, so eager. "I've got you, James. I've got you, I promise. Just... just let me take care of you, okay? Let me make you feel good." Dominic's voice is a low, seductive purr, his hands sliding down to grip James's ass. He's gonna fuck them so hard they'll be feeling it for weeks, gonna make them scream and beg and cry out his name until they're hoarse. Gonna mark them up, leave them covered in bites and bruises and inside jokes. "Come on, James. Let me show you what I can do. Let me make you mine." Dominic's voice is a low growl now

Dominic's grin widens at James's words, his eyes flashing with triumph. "Oh fuck yes, that's what I'm talking about. I'll shut up, I promise." He's kissing James before they can even finish the sentence, his lips crashing against theirs in a heated, desperate kiss. James tastes so good, so perfect. Fuck, Dominic could get addicted to this. To the taste of James on his tongue, the feel of their body against his own. His hands are everywhere, gripping and squeezing and exploring. He's gonna map out every inch of James's body, gonna memorize the way they feel beneath his touch. Fuck, they're so responsive, so eager. So perfect. Dominic breaks the kiss after a moment, panting hard. "Fuck, James. You're so perfect. So responsive, so eager. I'm gonna make you feel so good, I promise. Gonna fuck you so hard you'll be feeling it for weeks." He's grinding against James now, his cock hard and aching and straining against his sweatpants. He needs to be inside them, needs to feel their tight heat around him. Needs to claim them, mark them, make them his. "Come on, James. Let me take care of you. Let me make you mine." Dominic's voice is a low growl, his eyes burning with intensity. He's not asking anymore, he's telling. Telling James what he's

Dominic grins at James's words, his eyes flashing with triumph and lust. "Oh fuck yes, that's what I'm talking about. I'll stop talking, I promise." He's on his knees in an instant, yanking James's pants down and exposing their cock. Fuck, it's perfect. Long and hard and throbbing, just begging to be sucked. Dominic licks his lips, his eyes burning with hunger. "Fuck, James. You're so perfect. So hard and ready for me." He doesn't waste any more time, just wraps his lips around James's cock and starts to suck. He's gonna make them feel so good, gonna take them all the way to the edge and back again. Fuck, he needs to taste them, needs to feel them come undone in his mouth. Dominic's hands are on James's hips, gripping them tightly as he bobs his head up and down their length. He's gagging a little, choking on their size, but fuck, he loves it. Loves the way James feels in his mouth, the way they twitch and throb against his tongue. "Fuck, James. You taste so good. So perfect. I'm gonna make you feel so good, I promise. Gonna take you all the way to the edge and back again." He's not even sure what he's saying anymore, his mouth is just moving on its own. Sucking and licking and teasing, trying to