4. A Shared Kink

4

A SHARED KINK

Pinks sucked in a slow breath. "Maybe."

He shouldn't be trusting a man he'd just met. But Galent stepped into the bedroom, his intense gaze locked onto Pinks. Silently, Galent studied Pinks, from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, as though he was trying to see through every inch of Pinks' clothes. As though Pinks was the last omega wolf left in the world.

Pinks gulped.

Galent licked his lips, reaching down to squeeze his bulge.

Pinks spluttered. "You said you'd give me a massage! Not—Not whatever that is!"

"I did." Galent smirked. "I was just... adjusting myself."

Pinks flushed and buried his face in his pillow. "Whatever."

"Really?" The mattress indented next to him. "Do you want a massage just for your back? Just your shoulders?"

Pinks bit his lower lip. He knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted to lose himself in something good for a while; he wanted to leave behind his worries about his life and Zarrie's, and he wanted to stop feeling guilty because he wasn't helping to look for his missing friends and their babies.

When he didn't reply, Galent murmured, "Why don't we go slow?"

Blunt fingertips landed on Pinks' shoulder, skimming from the round of it all the way to his neck. Pinks froze. But Galent didn't touch his neck. He swept his fingers away, then back again, more firmly, and began to grip Pinks to knead his muscles.

"You're tense," Galent whispered, finding the knots in Pinks' muscles and working them until they loosened. "Feel how tight you are here?"

Pinks was tight elsewhere, too. He blushed into his pillow, warmth swooping between his legs.

If he didn't say anything, Galent wouldn't find out just how much this affected him.

Galent worked Pinks' shoulders loose, before sweeping his hands up and down Pinks' back, from his shoulder blades down to his hips, then back up again. Even though he was touching Pinks through his clothes, it all felt sinful. Pinks clutched his pillows, tracking Galent's hands on his body, the way they slipped lower and lower until they were skimming the top of his ass.

Pinks couldn't help the hitch of his breath.

On the next sweep, Galent's hands slowed down. He deliberately cupped the top halves of Pinks' cheeks, squeezing them.

Pinks scrunched his eyes shut, the back of his neck burning. He knew he should stop the man. But he was also wet, his cock half-hard.

"I'm going to loosen the rest of your muscles," Galent murmured. "But we should probably move Zarrie out of the room."

Zarrie! Pinks stiffened, ashamed that he'd forgotten about her. She was still sleeping, although she'd wake if Pinks got loud enough.

But moving her meant that he was acknowledging whatever this was between Galent and himself, and Pinks wasn't ready for that.

"Or you could come with me to my bed," Galent growled.

Pinks grew so wet, his ass ached. "J-just for a massage," he grumbled. "That I'm only allowing because it's free."

"Sure." Galent stood, offering Pinks a hand to help him off the bed.

Pinks only realized his mistake when he'd gotten to his feet. He wasn't wearing pants. That meant his briefs were the only thing between his cock and Galent, and it was straining obviously against the thin fabric, a shameful dark spot at its tip.

Galent rumbled, his mouth curving into a hungry smile. "Oh?"

Pinks' cock grew hotter under Galent's attention. He shoved it down, hiding it with his hands. "It's just a—a banana that got into my pants."

"There's something wrong with your banana. It shouldn't be wet." Galent smirked. "Would you like me to peel it?"

"No!" Pinks clapped his hands over his mouth, but Zarrie didn't stir.

Galent stepped closer. He slipped his finger under the leg band of Pinks' briefs, lifting it away from Pinks' body so cool air surrounded his cock.

Pinks watched in horror as his precum squirted onto Galent's finger, a single clear drop trickling down his skin. That just came from inside me!

Galent's eyes darkened; he groaned deeply. And he brought his finger to his mouth, licking off Pinks' precum.

Pinks all but ran out of the room, his cock throbbing.

"Where are you going?" Galent paused in front of the guestroom doorway.

Pinks stopped, turning around. There was a large bed just behind Galent, and it looked soft and welcoming. "I'm... going to take care of something."

Galent glanced at Pinks' cock. "I'll give you an hour-long full body massage. For free. It's worth a couple hundred bucks, at least."

Damn it. Pinks scowled, looking at the bed again. "You promise to make it an hour?"

"Two hours, if you'd rather have that."

Pinks swallowed. "Fine."

He stalked into Galent's bedroom and climbed onto his bed. Galent's breath hitched. When Pinks looked over his shoulder, he found the giant staring at his hips—because Pinks was on all fours, in his briefs, and his clothes hid nothing.

Pinks yelped, shoving his hands over his ass. His underwear was soaked through with slick.

Except this dropped his shoulders to the bed, leaving his ass up in the air.

"Fuck." Galent's voice turned husky. His breathing deepened, and he shoved his palm against his straining bulge.

Pinks almost asked for his cock. Almost. He kept his mouth shut, straightening his body so his cock was now hidden against the bed, his ass no longer on display. "You said you were going to touch me. I-I mean, massage me!"

"I'll massage you wherever you want, however you want," Galent growled, closing the distance between them. "If you want it hard, I'll give it to you hard. And so, so fucking deep."

Pinks shoved his face against the mattress and tried to breathe. His hole felt so empty, and his cock hurt.

The mattress indented on both sides of his hips. When he peeked over his shoulder, he found Galent straddling him, one muscular thigh on either side of him, his bulge shoving thick and hungry against the front of his pants.

Gods, he was big. Pinks whimpered.

Instead of grabbing Pinks' ass, Galent cupped Pinks' waist and stroked his hands up and down Pinks' sides. He worked slow circles down Pinks' back, all the way to the top of his ass, then grasped Pinks' arms and kneaded all the muscles there. Galent rubbed each of Pinks' fingers thoroughly, until every single muscle felt loose and pliant. "There we go."

"What?"

"Do you feel good?"

Pinks did, actually. A lot better than he thought he would.

Galent shuffled further down the bed. He kneaded Pinks' back again, then went lower, sweeping his large hands over Pinks' ass. Pinks held his breath. Instead of touching where Pinks needed him, Galent grasped Pinks' thighs, and pushed them apart.

"Your muscles will benefit from some stretching," Galent murmured, spreading Pinks' legs further. Enough to fit himself between them.

Pinks panted into the sheets, so ready for Galent's cock, he couldn't think.

Galent had to see the way his briefs were soaked through with slick. Pinks' most intimate spots were all but exposed, hidden from Galent by a single thin layer of fabric. But the giant only grasped Pinks' thighs and worked the deep muscles there, until Pinks moaned and squirmed, his precum soaking the bed.

"I want your legs relaxed," Galent said thickly. "They'll accommodate more... vigorous physical activity."

Pinks grabbed a pillow and held onto it, his hips jerking ever so slightly against the mattress for some much-needed pressure. Except Galent lifted Pinks' thigh off the bed, removing the pressure on his cock.

Pinks whimpered, his hips bucking more wildly. He needed to be touched between his legs.

"Do you need me to massage you... elsewhere?" Galent rumbled.

Pinks writhed. "I don't know."

"Mmm. Well, tell me when you do." Galent worked his amazing fingers down Pinks' leg, from his calf to his toes.

Pinks couldn't stop moaning, and moaning louder when Galent dug his fingertips into the arch of his foot.

"You get so loud for me," Galent murmured. "So sensitive to my touch."

He worked over Pinks' other leg until Pinks was a squirming mess, clutching the pillow, trying not to cream himself.

"Now, I think you deserve a reward." Galent's breaths were coming faster. He trailed his fingertips up Pinks' leg and caught his hip, leaning so close that his chest pressed against Pinks' back.

Pinks was trapped under him, completely at his mercy.

"What about this?" Galent whispered in his ear. And he slid his hands up to cup Pinks' chest through his shirt, massaging his pecs until milk leaked from both his nipples. Pinks panted damply against the bed. "Wet everywhere for me. You're wet enough to take my cock. It's so big for you. So thick that it'll stretch you completely. Make you scream."

"Are you—" Pinks tried to catch his breath. "Are you gonna put it in?"

"Mmm. Let me think about it." Galent rolled his hips, grinding his bulge against Pinks' inner thigh. "I don't think you're begging hard enough."

Pinks bit his lip, unwilling to lower himself that far.

"No?" Galent brushed his lips against the shell of Pinks' ear. "Not to worry. I'll work another muscle of yours."

Pinks couldn't even think; he could only focus on Galent's breath on his skin, Galent giving his nipples a light squeeze through his shirt. More milk leaked out. Galent slid his hand over Pinks' stomach, down his abdomen, and even further down, to his hips.

"Still hard for me?" Galent whispered, his fingers nudging Pinks' cock.

Pinks jerked. He's touching me there!

The giant skimmed his fingertips up and down Pinks' length, the barest hint of a touch. Then he caught Pinks' tip and squeezed, covering Pinks' sensitive length with his hand.

Pinks cried out, jerking helplessly against his palm.

"So hungry for me," Galent growled. "So responsive." He squeezed again, harder this time. Pinks moaned. "You don't know half of what I want to do to you. I want to open you up, find your sweet spot with my fingers. Watch you stretch around my big cock, and pump my cum into your tight little hole."

Pinks leaked all over the bed, his hole clenching.

"You like that," Galent rumbled, sounding pleased. "You want me to hold you down and breed you? Bury my whole cock in your pretty ass and pump you full of seed?"

Pinks came hard. He couldn't even hold it back; his balls writhed and cum ripped out of him, covering Galent's hand in his fluids.

"That's it. Come for me." Galent stroked him through his briefs, milking him. "You sound so good when you lose control." There was a wet sound, like Galent was licking his lips. "You really want to be bred, huh? Want me to knot you, Pinks? Want me to put a big load inside you, and lock it in with my knot?"

Pinks was hard again before he could think. Galent groaned, reaching into Pinks' underwear and wrapping his cum-covered hand around Pinks' cock. Pinks shuddered.

"I want to breed you so badly," Galent whispered, pulling Pinks' foreskin down to thumb his sensitive tip. Pinks arched against him. "I want to feed you my big cock, let you sink down on it, and fill you up so full. Put a baby inside you."

Pinks came again, so much cum shooting out of him that he could only bury his face against his pillow, and moan.

"Yeah, that's it. That's so fucking hot," Galent growled, stroking him through his orgasm. "I haven't even touched your hole yet, and you're already creaming your brains out for me."

Hazily, Pinks thought Galent might've brushed something against his ear. His mouth?

The giant nuzzled the back of his neck, gave his hip a squeeze, and pulled away.

Pinks made a soft, unhappy sound. Where was Galent going?

Galent licked his fingers clean. Instead of leaving the room, he scooped Pinks into his arms. Pinks took one look at the floorboards—it was such a steep drop!—and clutched at Galent's neck. The scent of oakmoss filled his nose.

"I'm not going to let you fall," Galent murmured, walking Pinks out into the living room.

Except he froze, suddenly.

Pinks patted his shoulder. "Hey, don't tell me you're turning into a rock again."

Galent's eyes flickered to Pinks', moments before they filmed over. The next instant, all of Galent turned gray—his face, his clothes. Pinks groaned and almost thunked his forehead on the man.

Galent wasn't usually a statue for long, right? At least, Pinks hadn't waited long each time.

He made himself relax, wincing at the discomfort of Galent's stony arms. Pinks traced the hard curves of Galent's chest. He tapped a rhythm on Galent's shoulder.

When fifteen minutes had passed and nothing had changed, Pinks growled. "I'm getting off."

He wrapped his arms around the giant's neck, trying not to bring their faces too close together. Then he looked at the floor again, and cringed.

Wolves were really not creatures of the sky.

With a lot of wriggling and one foot on Galent's arm for balance, Pinks braced his other foot against Galent's rock-hard abs.

He was about to drop himself to the floor when Galent blinked, his face half-gray and inches away.

Pinks startled so violently that he kicked Galent in his crotch.

His not-stony-at-all crotch.

Galent grunted.

The give of his body surprised Pinks so much that he landed in a heap, nearly twisting his ankle.

"I just kicked you in the nuts," Pinks squawked. "Your soft nuts!"

Pinks had been kicked there once, when he was seven years old. It had hurt so bad, he couldn't get off the floor for a long time.

He grabbed Galent's balls without thinking, squeezing the hefty weights through his pants to see if he was grievously hurt.

Then he realized what he was doing and released Galent like a hot potato. Potatoes.

"Fuck," Galent hissed, taking an unsteady step back. He covered himself with both hands and frowned. "You might have ruined my ability to breed someone."

"I'm trying to see if your nuts are okay," Pinks yelped, reaching for them again. "Are they hurt? Do they still work?"

"You could help me find out by testing how many loads it takes to knock you up," Galent muttered, squeezing his balls gingerly.

"You shouldn't have carried me if you don't want to be kicked!"

"I was going to bring you back to your own bed. Thought you'd be more comfortable sleeping there."

"I—" Pinks ran out of steam. Galent hadn't even come, and his priority had been making Pinks feel comfortable.

He pouted, feeling oddly touched.

Before he could say another word, a sound caught the edges of his hearing.

Galent glanced up at the same time.

It was a strange kind of laughter. Something was wrong with it, like it was split into two discordant notes, meshing together terribly.

"That thing cursed me," Galent muttered, growing tense. He turned to the front door. "Stay here."

"You can't!" Pinks grabbed his arm. "If that person can curse you, what else can they do? While you're a statue? What if they mind-control you and use your body to hurt other people? What if they follow you here?"

The giant gritted his teeth. "What do you suggest we do?"