[Honestly Koby's going to wake up tomorrow -- blissfully sore and bruised and satisfied, of course -- and be amazed at his own daring. Still, that isn't unusual for him. Mihawk has a way of bringing out the more risky and wild side of him, the parts that Koby hides most of the time, beneath a very upright, polite exterior. That had always been there, that urge to let go, to be completely unhinged, but tonight has the extra level of Mihawk being a literal monster. Koby's animal instincts know damn well that it's an apex predator that's got him in it's massive, deadly claws, and the thrill of it couples with how goddamn hot the situation is in a way that has Koby reduced to his basest instincts.
Mihawk had only needed to drag his long, hot tongue over Koby's neck, slide it into his mouth and Koby had firmly decided that the night wasn't ending before he had that mouth buried in his cunt, working him into a shuddering, whimpering mess. But honestly, between how soaked he already is and how slick Mihawk's huge cock is, there's really no actual need for foreplay. Besides, this is about satisfying the wolf, and the wolf would want to take Koby, knot him (breed him, something whispers in the back of his mind) and claim him before anything else.
So even though Koby could've easily gotten off just from the glide of Mihawk's hot, hard cock against his clit, would've if Mihawk hadn't scooped him off his feet, he's not that troubled by them going right to getting that same cock inside him. Mihawk's always lifted and carried him around like he weighed absolutely nothing, but there's something different about the wolf doing it -- something more wild, animal, an ease that draws a shuddery gasp from Koby. He tries to wrap his arms around Mihawk's neck, like he usually does in this position, but Mihawk's too huge now, so Koby grips at the fur of his chest instead, hooking his legs over the wolf's hips so he can keep them spread as wide as possible.
Not that Mihawk needs the help at all. The tapered tip of his cock slips inside Koby with almost no resistance, filling him up deep, just like he's used to -- and then he keeps going and logically Koby had known Mihawk was bigger in this form, but it's one thing to see it and another to have it slowly plunging into his body, deeper than he'd thought possible. Koby is barely aware of the sounds he's making -- whimpering, shuddering, almost sobbing ones, trying to draw in his breath and relax and let Mihawk in deeper and deeper and deeper. It's not painful, it's just so much, so far beyond what Koby had ever imagined and he's so full and gods and monsters and heaven and hell it's so fucking good.
Koby sobs out another gasping breath when Mihawk finally stops, comes to rest, so deep inside him that he can nearly feel that cock in his throat. One hand drops, pressing to his own shivering stomach and the sensation of feeling the shape of Mihawk inside has Koby's forehead dropping against one furry shoulder as he suddenly clamps down on the wolf's cock, squeezing tight, thighs quivering as he comes just from having Mihawk filling him up. He's still coming when the wolf's cock slides almost free, whimpering in loss, trying to work his bucking hips back down, hating being empty for even a second. Koby's still practically drenching Mihawk's cock, squirting around it, but he manages to almost snarl:] H-Harder.
[He'd said he could take it and by god he's going to.]
(As if he didn't have enough reason to be committed to Koby already. His surprising little cadet. Although there wasn't much of Mihawk's human consciousness available, he would remember this explicitly, remember the way Koby fell apart on his cock, the way that he had no problem taking Mihawk in such a carnal, inviting way where most others likely would have refused. Mihawk wouldn't be done with Koby even after this. Much like Koby, he was interested in burying his tongue inside of that cunt later on, but for right now, they both needed this to take that immediate edge off.
Koby had a way of seducing Mihawk endlessly. Mihawk wasn't really one who was often interested in sex, but oh, Koby...
Could anyone truly blame him? With how beautiful he looked split open on Mihawk's cock, human or otherwise? The way he took him so effortlessly, so gladly?
Then he's begging for Mihawk to go harder and Mihawk nearly blacks out. He thrusts relentlessly against Koby, hard and without hesitance. His cock slips in and out of Koby effortlessly, glistening more and more between Koby's own orgasm and whatever precum was steadily pumping out of Mihawk.
Then all at once, he's gripping Koby and slamming him down hard onto his cock. When he comes, it's in a hot burst, thicker and far more in quantity than it has ever been when he was human. Enough that he can feel some of it seeping out of Koby, dripping down between them. It's not until that moment that Mihawk realizes he's been growling loudly for the past few seconds, snarling, but not at Koby. Rather at anything stupid enough to be within a mile of them or so. Mihawk huffs against Koby's neck, whining lowly, mouthing again at where he had bitten him earlier.
That's about when he begins to swell inside of Koby. Mihawk nestles closer, whining even louder, because suddenly it felt like a life-or-death situation of needing to just be as close as physically possible or else. The "or else" felt unlike anything Mihawk had ever felt before. Like the worst kind of threat, worse than death, worse than torture. He wasn't a man familiar with that kind of fear, but right then, he couldn't even begin to fathom the idea of a life without Koby. A life without them- without a family, without--)
[Koby might actually black out a little when Mihawk starts moving -- or the opposite of it, white out, maybe, something like a thousand dazzling stars and the sun on the sea dancing through his head. He holds on tight, cries out and gasps and curls his hands tight into Mihawk's fur, letting the wave of pleasure rise and crest and break through him again and again. Either he's just come three times in a row or it's been one long blissful, giddy climax, Koby's not too particular about clarifying which.
And then Mihawk's pressing even deeper, and Koby's nails dig in tight, his neck throbbing and his body arching up and his voice going high and sharp and pleading as the wolf (his mate, his, all his) releases inside him. He might be a little biased after all this time, but Koby can't imagine that anything in any world feels better than Mihawk knotting him, the stretch, the burn, the fullness of it. He's nearly sobbing at how good it is, face pressed to the wolf's furry shoulder, body nearly senseless with pleasure, shuddering and quivering.
The soft, earnest whimpers rumbling through Mihawk's enormous form rouse Koby from that hazy, blissful, fucked-out place, his fingers twitching, moving, clumsily stroking at the wolf's neck, cheek, up to his ears.] S'okay. M'here. [Koby can't quite open his eyes, can't move except to shiver and pet at Mihawk's fur, moving to kiss the underside of his jaw. He nuzzles where he can hear the wolf's hear racing, breathing raspy and heavy.] I'm here, Mihawk. Not going anywhere, not ever. Never.
[It's the sort of promise Koby wouldn't have made while in a clear headspace -- except maybe he would, maybe he means it more than he fears it, finally. Maybe the sense of contentment, of stability and safety and home is worth it. Maybe he can curl his fingers into Mihawk's fur and whisper against his fur:] I love you, so, so much.
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Mihawk had only needed to drag his long, hot tongue over Koby's neck, slide it into his mouth and Koby had firmly decided that the night wasn't ending before he had that mouth buried in his cunt, working him into a shuddering, whimpering mess. But honestly, between how soaked he already is and how slick Mihawk's huge cock is, there's really no actual need for foreplay. Besides, this is about satisfying the wolf, and the wolf would want to take Koby, knot him (breed him, something whispers in the back of his mind) and claim him before anything else.
So even though Koby could've easily gotten off just from the glide of Mihawk's hot, hard cock against his clit, would've if Mihawk hadn't scooped him off his feet, he's not that troubled by them going right to getting that same cock inside him. Mihawk's always lifted and carried him around like he weighed absolutely nothing, but there's something different about the wolf doing it -- something more wild, animal, an ease that draws a shuddery gasp from Koby. He tries to wrap his arms around Mihawk's neck, like he usually does in this position, but Mihawk's too huge now, so Koby grips at the fur of his chest instead, hooking his legs over the wolf's hips so he can keep them spread as wide as possible.
Not that Mihawk needs the help at all. The tapered tip of his cock slips inside Koby with almost no resistance, filling him up deep, just like he's used to -- and then he keeps going and logically Koby had known Mihawk was bigger in this form, but it's one thing to see it and another to have it slowly plunging into his body, deeper than he'd thought possible. Koby is barely aware of the sounds he's making -- whimpering, shuddering, almost sobbing ones, trying to draw in his breath and relax and let Mihawk in deeper and deeper and deeper. It's not painful, it's just so much, so far beyond what Koby had ever imagined and he's so full and gods and monsters and heaven and hell it's so fucking good.
Koby sobs out another gasping breath when Mihawk finally stops, comes to rest, so deep inside him that he can nearly feel that cock in his throat. One hand drops, pressing to his own shivering stomach and the sensation of feeling the shape of Mihawk inside has Koby's forehead dropping against one furry shoulder as he suddenly clamps down on the wolf's cock, squeezing tight, thighs quivering as he comes just from having Mihawk filling him up. He's still coming when the wolf's cock slides almost free, whimpering in loss, trying to work his bucking hips back down, hating being empty for even a second. Koby's still practically drenching Mihawk's cock, squirting around it, but he manages to almost snarl:] H-Harder.
[He'd said he could take it and by god he's going to.]
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Koby had a way of seducing Mihawk endlessly. Mihawk wasn't really one who was often interested in sex, but oh, Koby...
Could anyone truly blame him? With how beautiful he looked split open on Mihawk's cock, human or otherwise? The way he took him so effortlessly, so gladly?
Then he's begging for Mihawk to go harder and Mihawk nearly blacks out. He thrusts relentlessly against Koby, hard and without hesitance. His cock slips in and out of Koby effortlessly, glistening more and more between Koby's own orgasm and whatever precum was steadily pumping out of Mihawk.
Then all at once, he's gripping Koby and slamming him down hard onto his cock. When he comes, it's in a hot burst, thicker and far more in quantity than it has ever been when he was human. Enough that he can feel some of it seeping out of Koby, dripping down between them. It's not until that moment that Mihawk realizes he's been growling loudly for the past few seconds, snarling, but not at Koby. Rather at anything stupid enough to be within a mile of them or so. Mihawk huffs against Koby's neck, whining lowly, mouthing again at where he had bitten him earlier.
That's about when he begins to swell inside of Koby. Mihawk nestles closer, whining even louder, because suddenly it felt like a life-or-death situation of needing to just be as close as physically possible or else. The "or else" felt unlike anything Mihawk had ever felt before. Like the worst kind of threat, worse than death, worse than torture. He wasn't a man familiar with that kind of fear, but right then, he couldn't even begin to fathom the idea of a life without Koby. A life without them- without a family, without--)
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And then Mihawk's pressing even deeper, and Koby's nails dig in tight, his neck throbbing and his body arching up and his voice going high and sharp and pleading as the wolf (his mate, his, all his) releases inside him. He might be a little biased after all this time, but Koby can't imagine that anything in any world feels better than Mihawk knotting him, the stretch, the burn, the fullness of it. He's nearly sobbing at how good it is, face pressed to the wolf's furry shoulder, body nearly senseless with pleasure, shuddering and quivering.
The soft, earnest whimpers rumbling through Mihawk's enormous form rouse Koby from that hazy, blissful, fucked-out place, his fingers twitching, moving, clumsily stroking at the wolf's neck, cheek, up to his ears.] S'okay. M'here. [Koby can't quite open his eyes, can't move except to shiver and pet at Mihawk's fur, moving to kiss the underside of his jaw. He nuzzles where he can hear the wolf's hear racing, breathing raspy and heavy.] I'm here, Mihawk. Not going anywhere, not ever. Never.
[It's the sort of promise Koby wouldn't have made while in a clear headspace -- except maybe he would, maybe he means it more than he fears it, finally. Maybe the sense of contentment, of stability and safety and home is worth it. Maybe he can curl his fingers into Mihawk's fur and whisper against his fur:] I love you, so, so much.