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It’s a warm day, unseasonably warm even for late Spring. Some of the animals are more roused by the heat than others, that’s normal. Afterall some reptile students are totally useless on cold days but it’s more than that. Legosi knows from his biology classes that a lot of the mammal students are going into their season. Mating season.
The heat really seems to be driving everyone nuts.
Legosi is just trying to eat lunch on the roof with Jack when he spots two deer students engaged in a fierce brawl. Other students are shouting. The males are headbutting, ramming their antlers against each other, in a rare display of herbivore on herbivore violence. Legosi watches with a morbid fascination as one twists, just so, and gouges his competitor’s eye with the tip of a newly bloodied antler. There’s screaming. The carnivore students are either frozen or smartly scatter before the real trouble can start.
A sheep girl runs to get a teacher.
The deer boys are still trying to rip each other apart even so and the PE teacher, a sizeable elephant, has to break them up.
“It’s so weird when the herbivore students lose it,” Jack murmurs by Legosi’s side. “In some ways they’re worse than we are.”
“How do you figure?” Legosi asks. “Lots of carnivore species have aggressive mating rituals too.”
“I guess you’re right,” Jack concedes. “It just… they’re usually so calm, so reserved. Watching them go nuts is just so disconcerting.”
“Yeah…” Legosi nods, pushing off the chain link fence and heading back towards his bag for another piece of his sandwich.
It must be deer mating season then.
He can’t imagine someone like Louis losing himself in a thrum of hormones. That said, if it did come down to a fight? Legosi is sure Louis would be ruthless with his antlers. Louis always seems so proud of them, polishes them like weapons, always on display, a matter of pride…
“You know how tiger students get all fussy about stripe patterns?” Jack calls. “Do you think deer and elk students measure antlers?”
“They must.” Legosi supposes, munching.
Louis is more likely to gut a carnivore than lose his brain over a girl though, right? Louis must already have so many girls fawning over him. Deer, sheep, herbivores of every type…
“You know, you should be careful Legosi.” Jack warns.
“Hmm?” Legosi glances.
“Since Atlas graduated you’re the biggest wolf on campus.” Jack reminds him. “That makes you a sort of de-facto alpha male and in wolf packs only the alpha male and female get to breed. Some other wolf might want to make a go at you to assert himself.”
“I’m not a full wolf.” Legosi grunts. He always hates this kind of conversation.
“Maybe, but they don’t know that,” Jack tuts, hands on his hips. “Beside, you’re plenty wolf enough by any measure.”
“Yeah, yeah…” Legosi glosses over it, blocking Jack out.
Even if Legosi was all wolf the wolves of Cherryton at large wouldn’t be his pack. Nowhere near it. The closest thing he currently has to a pack are the canines of 701 and that’s different. It’s a fraternity, a brotherhood, there’s not breeding competition there.
“The other side of your family…” Jack murmurs. “How do they…?”
“They’re solitary animals mostly.” Legosi shrugs. “Territorial and aggressive ones at that. Breeding isn’t typically any nicer but… Well, Grandpa was a unique individual I guess…”
“Right…” Jack glances back down to the yard. “Sorry, I shouldn’t ask.”
“It’s okay.” Legosi shrugs, packing up his bag absently. “I don’t mind if you ask. I just don’t want to talk to everyone about it.”
The bell chimes over the loud speakers and Legosi groans as he picks up his bag. It’s math next, then Sea Speak which he’s awful at but then, mercifully, it’s drama club. If he can just last till four he’ll be up in the cool, airy, lighting rigs watching Louis whip the actor’s team through another rehearsal. They have to start diligently preparing for the meteor festival and Louis seems determined, as usual, that everything is perfect.
Drama club isn’t as peaceful as he hoped.
Legosi feels like he’s going insane.
He knows what this is but…
Legosi can bear his own rut but when some of the mammalian herbivores start going into season, mating season, he starts to lose his marbles. He didn’t understand what was happening to him last year but this year? Since coming to term with his, uh, kink? The smell of delicate herbivores going mad with wanton lust is enough to drive him insane.
The other carnivores notice too but notice for different reasons. Bill is irritable and distractible. His instincts tell him the herbivores are distracted, emotional, and that tells some primal part of his gut it’s a good time to hunt. Eat babies, tackle bucks, fight, bite, chew…
Legosi doesn’t have that problem, not like that, but Louis walks past him he feels himself starting to salivate.
He hides up in the rafters, adjusting lights and checking rigs with Kai, because watching Louis move today is driving him to distraction. Louis kicks the door shut behind him when he returns with his script and his sword, leans towards Bill with antlers glinting, a buck ready to fight and fuck.
Legosi can’t focus when he’s too close. The smell of Louis makes him see stars. Legosi has a mental catalogue of every scent at the Cherryton. Louis’s scent? It is a familiar and forever entrancing but when its tinged with hormones and the herbivore equivalent of bloodlust? Legosi can’t think. His cock throbs between his legs, hard and heavy, and he just wants to bury himself in that fertile, wet woodland, musk.
He knows it’s dangerous.
He could get himself in a world of trouble if his preferences were well known. Liking another male student? Not a huge deal. Lusting after a different species? Getting warmer. A carnivore wanting to rut a herbivore? Ding-ding-ding! We’ve got hot water!
There’s very little telling how angry—Well, the others would just see him differently. That’s all. It would change things. He wouldn’t be ‘Legosi the shy wolf’, he’d be ‘Legosi the fucking pervert’.
Dom, Els, Kibi, Ellen…
They wouldn’t take it well.
Bill would probably laugh at him.
Louis?
Well, given his current aggression Louis might gut him like a fish. That said…
Legosi could totally get on board with that.
Carnivores aren’t supposed to be aroused by herbivore pheromones. It’s a biological thing. They should just be a hunting tool. They should make Legosi hungry, not hungry. And any herbivore who got off to carnivore musk? Absolute death wish.
Legosi lumbers around drama club for most of the week but on Friday afternoon, their last practice of the week, he starts to feel…
It’s an itchiness, a desperation.
It’s warm today.
Louis was sweating.
Legosi waits in the rafters until most of the club have changed and gone back to their dorms before he comes down. He’s still half hard and he doesn’t want to explain that given the obvious ache in his track pants.
In the change room Legosi considers Louis’s locker.
They don’t lock them with padlocks or anything.
Legosi licks his teeth.
He tries to focus on getting changed.
Shirt comes off, he’s bare foot, still in his track pants…
He glances back to Louis’s locker.
Just a peek.
Just…
Legosi pulls it open quietly.
Louis’s gym clothes are stuffed in a bag on the shelf.
Legosi draws out his shirt, trying to contain himself, and presses the polo to his nose. Inhaling thickly he closes his eyes and tries to map the smell. It’s thick and warm and…
Legosi feels his tail flick against the backs of his legs.
God, he’d like to lick the smell out of Louis one inch at a time.
He knows this is stupid. This is dangerous.
But—
“Ahem.”
Legosi startles.
He didn’t hear the door open. How didn’t he--?
Louis folds his arms, eyes sharp and bright.
“I—” Legosi fumbles.
Oh no.
How is he supposed to explain this?
“Hungry, asshole?” Louis sneers.
“Wha--? No! No, that’s not—” Legosi panics, words choked up in his brain.
“Give it back.” Louis orders, hand thrust out over the bench between them.
Legosi hesitates.
If he turns around further Louis will see—
“Now.” Louis snaps.
Legosi twists awkwardly and, fingers delicate, places Louis’s polo in his grasp.
Louis glares but—
Louis’s expression falters suddenly as his eyes flick up and down Legosi.
Legosi swallows.
He’s rock hard.
Louis’s eyes snap back to his face and Legosi has to look away, ashamed of himself.
He’s not sure if Louis is going to scream at him or what. Louis has a sharp tongue. He can probably obliterate Legosi’s frail ego in a few lazy swipes. Legosi will be disgraced for years if Louis tells anyone about this.
Louis barely knows he exists.
He’s just a stupid carnivore who manages the lighting crew. Big, ugly, too shy to be useful as much beside muscle.
Louis pulls the polo to his chest and seems to be thinking. He checks it over, seemingly making sure Legosi didn’t disgrace it or rip it.
“I should—” Legosi wants to scramble, escape, but he’s not even fully dressed.
“Don’t fucking move.” Louis orders, not looking at him but voice too stern to ever question.
Legosi ducks his head and swallows again.
“You get horny for herbivores, huh?” Louis snorts, dropping the polo on the bench and climbing on top of it. He looms over Legosi, antlers glinting in the light.
“I’m sorry,” Legosi murmurs stupidly.
“I didn’t realise that was your problem, Legosi.” Louis scoffs, stepping down the other side of the bench so they’re perfectly face to face give or take an inch or two. “Like I figured you had baggage, but I didn’t take you for a pervert.”
Legosi can feel his ears heating up.
He’s so embarrassed.
But Louis knows his name…?
God, he’s so stupid.
“You’re still hard.” Louis drawls—
Legosi yelps, stiffening up the line of his spine, as without hesitation Louis grabs the bulge in his track pants. He squeezes, just so. Not enough to hurt but enough to make it clear it could hurt if he wanted it too.
Legosi’s brain is scrambled.
He’s so turned on and so humiliated at the same time he’s not sure what to do. His tail is frozen but his dick is throbbing and they’re usually in agreement about this sort of stuff but even they’re confused.
“I’m really sorry,” Legosi whispers, breathless.
“Unless you’ve got something new to say,” Louis whispers thickly, “shut up.”
Legosi nods stupidly, too excited-terrified to move.
Louis squeezes his cock, the heel of his palm dragging down the bulge in a stroke that—
Legosi clenches his teeth.
“You content to jerk off into my shirt, Legosi?” Louis purrs at him, fearless and unreadable. “Or do you wanna smell the real thing too?”
Legosi isn’t sure how to answer that.
He does want to smell Louis, all of Louis, but like—
“Kneel.” Louis orders, popping his lips smugly.
“Huh…?” Legosi fumbles, mind spinning.
“Come on, Legosi, it’s simple English.” Louis taunts, grabbing him by the shoulders and pushing him down. “You want to smell the real thing, don’t you?”
Legosi’s heart starts to hammer, drool pooling in the back of his mouth.
Louis doesn’t mean…?
Legosi let’s Louis force him down on his knees. He’s a herbivore, Legosi could easily over power him, but Legosi moves like a rag doll and…
Louis bunches his fingers around Legosi’s ears and tugs Legosi’s face against his crotch.
Legosi freezes, heart pounding in his chest.
“Go on dog,” Louis tuts, “I might not be this kind next time.”
Legosi stops thinking.
His hands, big and clawed, grasp Louis’s thighs and turning his face inward Legosi takes a deep, thick, inhale of the musk he finds. Louis’s crotch, Louis’s cock just so close, Louis—
He presses, nuzzling his maw into the smell, and Louis lets him sniff and groan like a frenzied animal.
Fuck, he smells so impossibly good…
Legosi is brainless, he’s all instinct.
He’s had wet dreams that aren’t this good.
When he’s locked up in his bunk with his hand, a thousand dirty fantasies, he couldn’t come up with something like this. He feels frantic, his cock throbbing, but it’s so good, so good, so—
Louis tugs him back by his ears, curt and rough.
Legosi freezes, panting, drool sliding down his teeth onto the linoleum of the old change room floor.
Louis gives him a once over.
The deer hums, head tilted, like he’s appraising a piece of mechanical construction and, tutting, slaps Legosi teasingly against the maw.
He leans down, hands on his knees, face close.
“You don’t look desperate enough.” Louis drawls. “I don’t think you really want it that bad.”
Legosi’s eyes are wild, head spinning, and he’s straight up forgotten how to speak. He’s just drooling and panting and stupid, purely stupid. He just doesn’t want Louis to stop. He doesn’t—
Louis steps around him, yanks his bag out of the locker, and slaps it shut lazily. Stepping over the bench Louis swipes up his polo shirt and, throwing it over his shoulder, turns back to Legosi only once more as he makes his way out of the change room.
“You’ll have to do better than that, pervert.” Louis smirks, shutting the door after himself.
Legosi sits there for a second, heart pounding, but as he comes back to himself he’s struck but a hot surge of humiliation. That shouldn’t be white hot in its own right but it is. Frantically wiping his drool away, having dribbled all down his chest, he scrambles to get changed.
His hands shake, his legs shake.
He tries to move, to dress…
But there’s no focusing with his cock this hard.
He…
Fuck.
He takes himself in hand, leaning on the lockers, and rubs frantically into his fingers.
He can’t think.
It’s all his nose. He can smell Louis; hot, in heat, Louis.
Growling, hissing, Legosi cums hard and fast, hiccupping into his hand, teeth snapping…
Once he orgasms, it’s like his brain switches back on.
It’s like he can breathe again.
He slumps against the lockers, heaving.
Fuck…
That…
That was almost worth it…?
Legosi almost doesn’t come to drama club Monday afternoon. He’s not sure he can face Louis again. Worse, mating season? Well for red deer it last almost three months. It’s not even at its zenith yet. Meaning Louis still reeks of sex and aggression.
But Legosi doesn’t want to let the crew down.
So Legosi turns up, tail between his legs, and keeps his head down.
He needn’t worry; Louis ignores him completely.
Like always you’d think Louis doesn’t even know his name. Louis doesn’t look at him, doesn’t talk to him, doesn’t acknowledge him…
Legosi is bathed in the contentment of being momentarily invisible.
That said…?
Some part of Legosi wants to be seen again. He wants to be riled. He wants to feel the heat of Louis’s condescension. That honeyed tone, the way Louis had him wrapped around his fingers like a fucking feral—
“You okay, Legosi?” Dom asks, watchful of the entire stage crew.
“Ahuh, yeah.” Legosi grunts dumbly, shuffling back up his ladder.
Louis’s musk is too rich down here. He can’t think.
“Honestly,” Dom snorts, gently amused.
“Herbivores aren’t the only ones who get weird this time of year,” Ellen shakes her head.
If only they knew.
Legosi survives the session through some fantastical power he doesn’t quite understand but he still feels like he’s in a trance.
He puts the equipment away sluggishly, milling around. He doesn’t expect anything to happen again but… Well, it would be a lie to say some part of him doesn’t want it to happen again…
Legosi drags his ass into the change rooms as Bill and Aoba leave.
He sinks into the bench, taking off his sneakers sluggishly.
He feels it, creeping up, in his gut…
He glances, cautiously, at Louis’s locker...
He shouldn’t try his luck twice.
Once is embarrassing, twice is certifiable.
Twice and Louis could get a restraining order.
What are the chances Louis will be merciful twice…?
Legosi doesn’t like those odds but…
He feels himself moving. Cautiously, awkwardly, he creeps back to Louis’s locker. He can feel himself heating up, intensity building. He knows this is a bad idea but the caution is spliced with excitement this time.
He pulls Louis’s locker open.
His gym bag is still there. Louis is probably still here too.
Legosi should—
Are those Louis’s underwear?
Legosi stops thinking.
Herbivores in heat shouldn’t get him hard and yet, here he is, on the bench with Louis underwear pressed to his face while he rubs himself hard into his hand. Oh fuck, fuck…
His cock is hard and slick in his hand.
Legosi feels his eyes starting to roll back just as—
The door the change rooms slaps open and closed in a brisk, carefree, motion.
Legosi freezes.
His cock is nonetheless interested as Louis comes around the lockers.
Louis snorts, leaning into the rack of lockers, and folds his arms.
He doesn’t look surprised.
Did he plant his underwear hoping, knowing, Legosi wouldn’t be able to resist?
“You really are a mess,” Louis tuts.
“Louis—” Legosi rasps.
“You going to apologise again, pervert?” Louis supposes.
“Louis please…” Legosi squeezes the base of his cock to contain himself.
“Dirty, weak, pervert.” Louis pushes off the lockers.
Louis is in front of him, a dizzying mass of scents and fur, and tutting Louis points to the linoleum.
“Floor. Knees.” He instructs.
Legosi slips off the bench, cock out, and sits on his ass like an urchin.
Louis takes his seemingly rightful place on the bench, like he’s a higher order of animal and Legosi is just a savage, and maybe that’s true but—
Legosi watches, drool rolling down his chin, as Louis toes off his shoes and peels off his socks. He moves with such a militaristic grace. Perfect and pointed. Dangerous.
Louis folds one leg over the other, knees crossed, and delicate foot dangerously close to Legosi’s face wiggles his toes demonstratively.
“You want me?” Louis supposes, leaning back into his hands like a lounging king.
Legosi nods stupidly.
“Prove it.” Louis presses his toes against Legosi’s clavicle.
Legosi takes a deep breath.
“You’re sure…?” He fumbles, voice tight and small. Any louder and the primal growl will creep out.
“I’m waiting.” Louis drawls, ignoring him and his concerns.
Legosi doesn’t need any more permission than that.
He gathers Louis’s well made foot up in his big, calloused, hands and rubs his face against it. It’s a different smell but its still a strong, full, Louis smell. There’s sweat and musk and that’s enough. Legosi has never been particularly interested in feet but being allowed to touch any part of Louis, smell any part of Louis, is a privilege the deer is dangling in front of him like literal meat.
Louis huffs, seemingly bored.
Evidently this isn’t enough.
Legosi’s heart is hammering. He’s afraid of himself, of his own instincts, but there’s a thrill to it all. There’s a thrill to how Louis humiliates him and talks down to him. He doesn’t want to hurt Louis. He thinks if he starts he might not be able to stop his frenzy but—
Louis’s toes flex against his muzzle and Legosi refuses to hold back much more.
He unlatches his jaw, tongue and drool lulling out, and curls his tongue around Louis’s toes. He takes them in between his lips, sucking and licking, and painfully aware that he could snap off these petite toes with a flex of his jaw and a flash of his teeth.
Having any part of Louis in his mouth is dangerous.
The urge to bite down is so strong.
He can taste Louis here. Fur, sweat, flesh…
All that’s missing is the blood.
The heat is already here, Louis’s living flesh in his mouth, and Legosi curls his tongue just thinking about it.
He licks up the sole of Louis’s foot, drool dripping off his jaw, and sucks Louis’s tiny toes between his lips and—
“You’re a mess.” Louis purrs, watching him lazily. He looks like the cat who ate the cream. But his voice is softer, tighter. He sounds less-- “Stand up.”
Legosi slurps around Louis’s toes one last time and, fumbling, starts to get to his feet all loose legged. His hands rush to tuck his cock away but Louis slaps them back.
“Show me.” Louis orders.
Legosi clenches his jaw, teeth slotting together, and lets his hands fall away to fist in his track pants around his thighs.
“Hmm….” Louis appraises his rock hard cock, eye to eye with the head from where he’s sitting.
Legosi has never felt more like a piece of meat. Stupid and more practical than anything. But nothing has ever felt this hot, this wicked, this spine tingling raw.
Louis taps the leaking tip of his cock with his fingertip, swiping the beaded precum.
Legosi growls behind his teeth, fingers fisting.
“You’re big,” Louis hums, “but that’s just genetics. Is your cock any good?”
Louis’s hand curls, coils, around his shaft smoothly.
Legosi tries to breathe through his nose.
Louis traces the veins in his length, fingers just brushing the reddened skin, and then Louis spits in his palm like a practiced whore and takes Legosi’s shaft firmly. Louis hand starts to pump, slickened just a little, in a steady, rhythmic, pace.
Legosi’s eyes roll back and he can feel the first whimper dragged out of him from between his clenched teeth.
“Aw puppy,” Louis teases meanly, hand stroking him in languid motions.
Legosi closes his eyes, heart pounding, and tries so hard not to buck his hips. He’s so worried if he moves, if he moans, that Louis will stop. He just, desperately, doesn’t want Louis to stop. More than anything he needs Louis not to stop.
“This is fucking filthy, Legosi,” Louis whispers up at him. “Rock hard for a herbivore? Dribbling precum while I talk down to you? Balls heavy, cock leaking…”
Legosi strangles back a moan as Louis weighs his sack with his other hand.
“You’re so big, so stupidly big…” Louis hums. “You wanna eat me? Or do you wanna mount me?”
Legosi feels himself panting through his nose, white knuckled and steeling every inch of his body to stay still under this torture. This heavenly, wonderful, torture.
“Legosi,” Louis squeezes his balls tight enough to hurt, which only makes it better. “I asked you a question.”
“M-M—” Legosi can’t stop the growl that’s ripping though his chest. “Mount.”
“Full sentences puppy,” Louis sings mockingly, “come on puppy, come on.”
“I—aaah—” Legosi heaves under Louis’s hands. “I wann-aah- mount you. Oh fuck. Oh fuck--”
“You know, Legosi, I just might let you.” Louis whispers. “I fucking hate mating season. I’m so hot and wanton all the time right now. I just want a big, strong, cock inside me pumping me full of cum—”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck—” Legosi can’t breathe when Louis speaks like that, stroking his shaft.
“—but it’s got to be the right cock. Herbivores can go a couple rounds, did you know? I need someone who can really fuck my brains out. It’s the only way I’ll be satisfied.”
Legosi groans, head spinning.
“Legosi.” Louis squeezes his balls again. “Look at me, Legosi.”
Moaning Legosi manages to look down at him. His heart is pounding, his cock is throbbing, he’s in heaven and that smirk, that fucking smirk—
“I want someone to pump me full of cum.” Louis whispers. “You got a heavy load?”
Legosi tries to respond but all that comes out if gibberish; whimpers, moans, growls.
“Why don’t you show me?” Louis purrs, smirking still. “Cum on my face, Legosi. I want you to cum on my—”
Legosi loses it.
Moaning brokenly he feels himself crack in two almost down the middle.
He splits and suddenly he’s cumming, moaning hoarsely and cumming.
He only cums harder as he watches his spurting cum splatter across Louis’s face.
Fuck, fuck—
“That’s it,” Louis praises, “every last fucking drop.”
Louis wrings it out of him and, as soon as he lets go, Legosi slumps to his knees in a jelly legged mess.
Louis watches him, wiping a string of cum off his cheek, and sticks his thumb in his mouth.
Legosi moans.
His cock is still tingling, sensitive.
“You taste good.” Louis rues.
Legosi pants.
“Give me your shirt.” Louis orders, hand out.
Sloppily Legosi tugs his shirt over his head and presents his polo to Louis.
Louis uses it to mop up his face absently, wiping away the cum.
Heaven forbid he use his own shirt. He’s not a filthy carnivore like Legosi, right?
Dumping his polo in his lap Louis straightens himself up one last time. Slipping his shoes and socks back on he leans forward—
Legosi freezes.
Louis kisses the tip of his wet nose, barely touching him, and murmurs;
“You can keep my underwear, dog.”
Legosi is shaken to put it mildly.
His head is spinning.
He has no idea what’s happening and he’s afraid to ask.
Is this normal herbivore behaviour? Or is Louis weird, like him…?
It can’t be that. Louis isn’t like him. That’d be nuts. So Legosi spends an uncomfortable amount of time googling the details of herbivore heats on his phone. He must type fifty questions about red deer mating habits but, evidently, humiliating wolves is not a common pastime amongst stags.
Louis should, logically, want to avoid him right now or, worse, hurt him. But Louis doesn’t seem to be interested in that. Flirting with danger like this…
Legosi isn’t sure what to do.
Well, he knows sort of what to do. At least for a little while. Firstly? He masturbates furiously to the memories, Louis’s underwear over his face, and its so good but it’s never going to be as good as the actual moment.
He needs that moment again.
He wonders, in his gut, if maybe, just maybe, Louis is like him? Maybe just a little?
When he entertains the thought he has to wonder…
Does Louis want to be chased…?
Louis has been chasing just fine on his own terms but Legosi hasn’t been allowed to touch him, to make him feel good. Louis must like it. Why else would he do these things? Maybe he doesn’t like it sexually but that seems unlikely given how sexually charged their encounters are. It can’t just be about humiliating Legosi. Did he mean some of those things he said in the locker room? About wanting to be fucked…?
On Friday drama practice ends a few minutes early. Everyone is keen to start their weekend. Legosi lingers in the rafters, legs dangling over the edge of the gangway, and resting his forehead on the railing waits for a moment.
He knows, sort of, what he wants to do but he’s cautious.
He can’t afford to be cautious.
If he hesitates just a little Louis will push into the cracks and rip him to pieces.
He licks his gums.
He can feel his anticipation growing.
He won’t go to the locker rooms this time. He won’t wait for Louis to catch him with his pants down like a pervert. No, he’ll go to Louis’s actor’s suite.
He’ll chase.
He’ll be a carnivore for once in his life.
“Don’t forget to lock up Legosi!” Sanu waves, passing by one final time.
“I won’t!” Legosi calls, trying to keep his voice steady. More practising his throat than meaning to acknowledge Sanu.
He slips down the ladder, heavy in every limb, and shrugs off his jacket. He dumps it in the hallway outside Louis’s suite and, taking a deep breath, considers the door for a split second.
Is Louis like him?
If he’s not they can’t afford to keep doing this.
But if he is…
Legosi lets himself in.
Louis pauses at the table, leaning over a spread of script and cellphone, but he looks like he was packing up for the day. He stills, eyes flickering to Legosi, and as the emotions flash hyper fast across his face Legosi catches—surprise, irritation, wicked delight.
“No one ever teach you to knock, pervert?” Louis murmurs, stance steady but eyes electric.
Legosi locks the door.
Louis doesn’t look frightened but his eyes do flicker to the lock and then back to Legosi.
Legosi wants to swallow but he senses even that flicker of weakness would cost him the game. And, it seems, they are playing a game here.
Louis stands back, hand on his hip.
“Come to gnaw the flesh off my bones huh?”
Legosi crosses the room, strides wide, too brisk and Louis doesn’t look hesitant or even worried until Legosi is right on top of him.
Louis’s hands move, his feet twitch out of stance, but Legosi catches him before he can dart. He pushes him back against the wall by both shoulders, looming over him, hands tight.
Louis hits the wall, antlers bouncing, and no sound escapes him but—
Legosi crushes their mouths together, hard and hot. Louis’s hands fly up but Legosi pins his wrists hard against the wall and forces his tongue into Louis’s mouth. There’s a tenseness that runs up Louis’s spine, a visceral reaction to being manhandled, but as Legosi’s tongue twists in his mouth…
Louis unfurls, every muscle easing, and makes a sound against Legosi’s tongue.
Legosi waits, kissing to his heart’s content, asserting his claim, and only then does he pull back. Drool hangs between their mouths. Legosi takes a deep breath and Louis—
Louis laughs, soft and mischievous, and purrs:
“There you are, Legosi.”
Legosi growls forcing their mouths back together. He releases Louis’s wrists and grabs his hips hard, pulling the smaller animal against him. Louis’s arms loop instantly around his neck, around his shoulders, and Louis kisses back with a keen intensity.
Legosi gropes up and down his lithe body. He explores the delicate twists of muscle and bone. Arches and valleys. A body not unlike Louis’s antlers, strung like a fucking violin bow. Legosi growls into his mouth, hand fisting on his ass and pressing between his shoulder blades. Louis moves into every touch, surrenders to every pressure, aware instinctively that resistance would be dangerous but likewise seemingly eager to submit.
Legosi is feral and just like Louis knows how to toy with him Louis seems to know just how to consent too. Apex predators, big carnivores, they get in this mindset; possessive and rough, and there’s no talking them off the ledge. You have to placate, not run, not fight. That said Louis doesn’t moan like he wants to run away or fight.
Legosi pulls his mouth away and, resting his hands on the wall beside Louis’s head, lets the growl fall out of him:
“Strip.”
“And if I do?” Louis supposes, wickedly delighted, hands smoothing down Legosi’s clavicle.
“You’re in heat.” Legosi can’t fight the rumble in his syllables. “So I’m going to take care of you. Like you want me to.”
“Oh, do I?” Louis teases, tracing the saliva off Legosi’s chin, so dangerously close to his teeth.
Legosi growls, guttural, fangs exposed and decides he’s not playing this game.
Not this particular game, anyway.
He grabs the collar of Louis’s polo in both hands and tugs hard. It shouldn’t hurt Louis, just jerk him a little, as the fabric tears open down the middle under Legosi’s steely grip. Louis gasps, tugged forward in the motion, but slumps back laughing, half moaning, and presses Legosi’s hands against his chest.
Legosi runs his fingers down the exposed chest, over the ribs…
Louis, hands against the wall by his thighs, arches into him with the most triumphant smirk.
Legosi licks a smooth, unbroken line up the centre of his chest, along his neck, and up his jaw to one flickering ear he just wants to fucking bite.
Louis moans.
“You gonna drop the pants or do I have to rip those off you too?” Legosi rumbles into his ear.
Louis laughs, breathless this time, and supposes;
“I think I can drop the pants.”
It occurs to Legosi that Louis is different this time. He’s so… excited? It’s like all his Rexmases have come early. Did he really want this so badly?
Maybe Louis is just like him.
Maybe they’re two sides of the same fucked up coin.
Who would’ve figured, huh?
Louis shirks his gym pants over his pointed hips and pushes them down his thighs till they fall the rest of the way down to the floor. Legosi smooths one dangerously clawed hand down Louis’s thigh and, fingers hooking under the knee, hefts Louis’s leg up around his hip. Louis groans, arms looping back around his neck, and Legosi pulls them back together.
He licks Louis’s neck, tasting and growling, hand slipping between them to find Louis’s cock and stroke it. It’s more exploratory than anything but it confirms plenty of things. Legosi can smell the thick musk of Louis’s heat ricocheting off the walls, he can feel how hard Louis is for him, he can feel the eagerness and the literal slick and—
Louis arches his hips into his hand, nails digging into his back.
Legosi subverts a lot of instincts. Louis should be food, not fuck buddy, but there are some instincts Legosi maintains. Right now Louis is the animal he’s mating, breeding, seeing through heat and Legosi’s canine instincts urge him forward to sate that urge. He has to take care of Louis like this; knot him, fill him, make him cum.
Legosi finds Louis’s other knee and hefts till Louis’s legs wrap around his waist. Louis is up a little now, kissing down his muzzle, and one hand on his ass Legosi turns back around.
Louis makes the most satisfied, thrilled, sound when Legosi swipes his hand across the table and sends everything skittering across the carpet.
Legosi drops Louis onto the wood, licking into his mouth again, and Louis squeezes his scruff hard.
When they pull apart Legosi pushes Louis back against the table, sprawling him across it, and takes just a split second to appreciate his luck. This… this is going better than expected.
Louis smirks at him and Legosi growls.
“It’s a wonder I haven’t already fucked your brains out,” Legosi huffs.
“Oh?” Louis grins. “Too busy sucking my toes, puppy?”
Snorting Legosi arranges one of Louis’s knees over his shoulder and licks down his inner thigh while his other hand fumbles in his pocket.
“Stupid, slutty, herbivore fucking dangling yourself—”
“You fucking love it.” Louis cackles. “You—Ah-” Louis is cut off, temporarily, by his own gasp as Legosi swipes a glob of lube against his hole. “Came prepared, pervert?”
He says that, but he sounds a little breathless now.
“Well you’ve been begging me to pound you into the nearest available surface.” Legosi rubs his fingertips against the ring of muscle. “But I figure you don’t actually want me to split you open.”
“D-Depends,” Louis gasps.
“On what?” Legosi circles.
“On the day.” Louis laughs softly.
“Well, you’ve still got two months of mating season, right?” Legosi pushes, just so, feeling Louis ease under him. “I’m sure we can find the time.”
“Ahh…” Louis moans up at the ceiling, other leg twitching around Legosi’s middle. “That a-aah promise?”
“Shut up.” Legosi orders, trying to focus.
Louis is so tight around his fingers. Hot, smooth. He clenches and flexes, all muscle, but he gives into the pressure with just a little insistence and, moaning into his knuckles, he seems to love every second of it. He only gets louder as Legosi starts to pump a third digit into him, curling just so.
“Fuck, fuck…” Louis pants.
“Maybe next time you’re being an insufferable bitch I’ll just stick my hand down the back of your pants and finger you.” Legosi supposes, curling his fingers again.
“Ah—Fuck, yes, fuck…”
The websites did warn Legosi he’d be vocal but he wasn’t expecting quite so many four letter words. Then again, Louis is a little more violent than the average herbivore.
Legosi spreads his fingers, trying to get Louis ready. He knows, from the way Louis reacts, that the ache of being spread open is half the fun and he hopes he can keep things that way because if the throbbing between his legs is anything to go by his cock is very hard right now. Swollen to his full length it’s going to be a tight fuck but, on a selfish level, Legosi is kind of looking forward to it.
Pulling his fingers out Legosi shifts ever so slightly.
Louis whines.
Legosi pulls his cock out of his pants, balls heavy, and lubes up his length. Precum, lubricant, it all mingles. Slick and slimy, big and veiny…
“There’s something obscene about forcing this much cock into you.” Legosi snorts, pulling Louis’s other knee onto his opposing shoulder. “You gonna take this gracefully?”
Louis laughs again, promising; “No.”
“No, guess not,” Legosi nods, pulling Louis’s hips closer to bend the herbivore a little more in half. “I’ve got this wonderful feeling you’re going to scream.”
Louis’s smirk is plastered across his face, flickering just so, but it only really fractures when the head of Legosi’s cock pops inside him. Louis’s mouth falls open, a round little O of mystification and wanton lust and—
“Ooh—” Louis’s voice swells as Legosi pulls him down onto the shaft by his hips. “Ooh fuck!”
Thank god the Drama Club is empty.
Yeah, if there is a single soul in the Drama Club building right now they can probably clearly make out the sounds of Louis cussing and moaning. Legosi kind of likes that idea, in a way, but he hopes their voyeur has enough sense not to approach too close. Legosi might get violent if he feels his claim is challenged.
Legosi looms over Louis, pressing him down, and starts to really, properly, enjoy Louis’s tight body clenching around his throbbing cock. Legosi steadies his hands, Louis’s knees bent over his shoulders, and thrusts.
His cock slips out, once or twice, he’s still new to this after all, but he gets rhythm and, regardless, Louis never stops moaning and swearing.
Legosi thinks maybe he’s being too hard, fucking too deep, but he reminds himself that Louis is in heat. He needs to be fucked senseless. He needs an alpha to press him down and re-arrange his guts. His body is thrumming with hormones and twitching nerve endings. He’s probably been dying for this. Legosi can even smell it; smell his pulsating need, his fertile body.
Louis may not be a bitch in heat, Legosi might not be able to fuck pups into him, but in some ways this is better. Crossing the line, herbivore and carnivore locked together, fucking rather than slaughtering—
“Legosi!“ Louis pants, trying to rock into him but essentially helpless in his position. “Harder, please, fuck—”
It’s mainly gibberish.
Still, Legosi grabs him around the throat, holding him down, and fucks him raw and rough.
Louis grasps his wrist, his forearm, holding him close rather than fighting the pressure and Legosi tests squeezing his throat just so.
“You’re gonna cum for me,” Legosi growls, “then I’m going to flip you over and we’re going to do this again, and again, till you can’t walk straight. Ya hear?”
“Fuck, yes…” Louis moans.
“You really need to shut up and take cock more often,” Legosi teases his hand tight around Louis’s throat, hips never stopping. “This suits you way better. Pinned under me, taking dick, screaming my name—”
“Yes, yes, fuck—”
“I am going to mount you for the rest of the year, at a moment’s notice, whenever I want. You’re going to bend over and slick up and—”
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t—”
“I won’t,” Legosi promises, “not going to stop till I blow my load inside you. Going to leak down your thighs the whole way back to the dorm. You’re going to smell so thickly of well fucked herbivore everyone’s going to know.”
The table is starting to creak, Legosi can feel the sweat on their fur between them. So close, so close. He wants to make Louis cum. He wants to drive this stupid herbivore insane. After all the shit Louis has put him through, the sleepless, horny, nights, he just wants to make Louis totally lose it.
“I should fuck you before the next practice.” Legosi thrusts hard, unforgiving. “Think Bill will smell it? Think he’ll realize someone finally put you in your fucking place—”
Louis arches off the table in a single, wild, snapping motion.
Legosi has to steady himself, swearing, as Louis’s body spasms hard around his cock. He grips the table with his other hand, leaving claw marks, and tries not to let his eyes roll back as Louis cums hard against his own navel.
Louis pants, limp for a moment, and Legosi’s cock is still thick and throbbing inside him.
Louis looks at the ceiling, glassy eyed, but slowly comes back enough to murmur;
“Keep going?” He whispers. “Please?”
“I got you,” Legosi promises, a dutiful alpha to the core.
Legosi re-arranges Louis, flipping him over so he’s bent over the table, and re-sheathes himself in that tight ass as Louis starts to bounce back.
Another thing the websites warned about; deer in season? Short refractory period, insatiable lust.
Legosi is here for the long run.
Is it three rounds or four? Legosi has sort of lost count and they came an uneven number of times between them so…
Louis sits on the floor, buck naked, and finishes the last of his water bottle as the moon hangs through the window. Legosi is sprawled on his back on the carpet, pants around his knees, and hands on his belly rests finally.
“Finally satisfied?” Legosi supposes, hopeful as much as exhausted.
“I needed that so bad,” Louis admits, sighing with palpable relief. “Never imagined you’d be good for it.”
“Never thought you’d have a carnivore kink.” Legosi laughs weakly.
“You wanna do that again?” Louis supposes.
“Only if you help me with my rut, at the end of the year,” Legosi barters, even though he’s helpless. He’d do that again in a heartbeat even if Louis refused to help him.
“Deal,” Louis assures.
“Hey, so…” Legosi wipes his face with his hand. “I know we’re kind of doing this backwards but can I get your number…?”
“Legosi, if you think I’m going to let dick like yours escape me? You are sorely mistaken. Where’s your fucking phone?”
Legosi laughs, satisfied.