The Fawn and The Wolf

[Black Philip]

Rohan's true form was magnificent. Flick could hardly believe his eyes. The beast within had been unleashed, and Flick felt humbled to have played a part in his restoration. Rohan was obviously some form of demigod, a powerful spirit of the forests, and the fae. Flick felt electricity in the air as he studied the muscular legs, and bloodied horns. He approached slowly, and ran his white fur along the buck's legs.

Since Flick could not verbally respond in lupine form, he simply shook his head back and forth in a clear no. He licked the buck's legs to support his answer, and nuzzled them. Flick then looked around and saw the almost infinite looking autumn forest. It all smelled like Rohan, and Flick felt a strong desire to play.

He howled again, this one more of an excited yip. This was turning out to be one hell of a night. His desire for Rohan's human form was still present, but now he wished to be as beasts, and learn more about this strange and wonderful being.

[ChordTerias]

Rohan was usually the voice of reason. Typically, he could talk himself down from his fae impulses.

But standing here, in the area that had birthed him, being accepted so unconditionally by someone else — it manifested the familiar pit in his stomach that he got when his greed wanted to take over.

He wanted to keep this wolf. He wanted the wolf to want to stay with him forever, and always be by his side. He wanted to be inside of the man, to see his face when it was twisted in pleasure. He wanted to know what his bed head was like the morning after a late night. He wanted to know what he’d look like dressed up for dinner.

Here, in the hedge, his impulses were even harder to fight. But one look at the excited wolf cooled his nerves. Rohan knew what could happen if he tried to keep the wolf by force or entrapment. He had seen the life leave the eyes of “toys” the Fae had brought back, and how they were discarded once they were no longer fun. So instead, Rohan thought to himself as he willed his form to change, I will win him over so he wants all that and more on his own.

Rohan morphed his antlers back, causing them to shrink by half and move out of the way. He leaned down to the wolf and pushed him with his snout — depositing him in a giant pile of leaves where the wolf disappeared with a startled noise. As the wolf leaped out of its depths, Rohan blew a gust and another barrage of leaves smacked Flick playfully in the face.

[Black Philip]

Flick was temporarily stunned and confused as he ended up in the leaves, but this soon gave way to laughter. The first part of the white wolf that Rohan would see was a white tail sticking out from within the leaves. Next, a white head popped through before a whole wolf bobbed and weaved through the second tidal wave of leaves. The irony of Rohan fearing that Flick might become a toy would've been lost of the wolf. He was free, a beast in fealty to the wilds only. If he didn't wish to be here, with this bulk, he wouldn't have been. He looked upon Rohan and saw something worth staying for, and was delighted for the chance to play among the leaves.

He howled again before darting deeper into the eternal fall. He waited to make sure Rohan was chasing him, and while he was sure the demigod could catch him, he hoped the stag delighted in a fun game of chasey. He briefly thought of Digital, his last chasey partner. He hoped the wires hadn't gotten him.

This place was beautiful, and Flick wondered how much there was to explore. Would they see it all today? Could he eat any of the wild life in here or were they all like Rohan? The wolf man had so many questions, and his curious mind fired them off like pistons, as his wet nose inhaled the fresh scents of cedar, pine, and for some reason, pumpkin.

[ChordTerias]

As Flick bounded through the trees, Rohan would walk through the shadows, appearing behind another tree and surprising the wolf. The pair sprinted around, a bit of role reversal as Rohan would shepherd the wolf: nudging him with his nose to steer him away from areas which the pair should not explore.

Time became meaningless as the pair played -- Rohan could not remember the last time he had the opportunity to run so hard without his life being in danger. Finally, he appeared before Flick again, dropping from the shadows in the trees, and reverted back to his human form. He walked confidently towards the wolf, wiping sweat from his brow with his wrist. He had a content smile on his face as he called out, "Flick." He beckoned him to come closer with his free hand.

[Black Philip]

Flick's excited yelps might be called laughter, as he and Rohan played. This was magic on a scale even the nice sea witch hadn't been able to achieve. Rohan WAS magic, as opposed to someone wielding magic. He felt himself being guided, and was fine to follow along. Rohan knew these strange woods. Flick did not. He delighted in the guiding hand. It was nice for someone to know more about the wilds than he did for once.

When Rohan returned to human form, Flick did as well, now looking like a spring child stuck in fall. He moved towards Rohan, and placed his hands around the other's shoulders like before.

"This has been the best time I've had in so long. Thank you," he said, moving towards the other's lips to kiss him. Rohan was cute in human form, and Flick found himself feeling - and fearing - his own desires.

[ChordTerias]

Rohan smiled. He had chosen to make himself a little taller, but still stood four inches shorter than Flick in their human forms. He wrapped one arm around Flick, pulling their bodies together, and placing his hand on the small of Flick's back. His other hand went to Flick's shoulder, resting there as he enjoyed a slow, peaceful kiss.

It began chaste. Their lips met and the pair just relished in the feeling of their skin on one another. Rohan's eyes were closed when it began, but they opened to see Flick's aroused gaze staring right back at him. It encouraged Rohan to gently, confidently take his tongue and part Flick's lips. When they opened in response, Rohan took Flick's bottom lip into his mouth, running his tongue slowly from one side to the other. With a playful bite, he released Flick's bottom lip, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Then another kiss to his other cheek. He took a hand to Flick's head, pulling him down within reach and placed another kiss to a temple. He continued kissing all over Flick's face with a happy smile on his face, as he laid Flick down on the ground, resting on top of him and letting their tongues meet once more as he filled Flick's waiting lips with his own.

Rohan's waist rested underneath Flick's thighs, his legs wrapped around Rohan's waist. He could feel their erections brushing against one another, and chased the rush of pleasure he felt -- rocking his hips back and forth at a tortuously slow pace as he focused his efforts on kissing the wonderful, beautiful man lying beneath him.

[Black Philip]

Flick felt desire, but was fearful of following through. This was uncharted territory, and he'd always imagined doing this for the first time with someone he loved. However, now he felt a lust he'd never had before and it made him wonder if that was because Rohan was the right person to lose it too. Maybe, this could really be something.

The chaste kisses were innocent, but Flick was more than ready for something heavier. When he felt the tip of Rohan's tongue he opened his mouth to accommodate its penetration. The vampire wanted to stay here, in this moment, forever. But he knew things would move forward and was excited when they finally did. 

The slow and liquid movements into laying, and later grinding caused Flick to focus on the passion as much as his growing erecttion. He could also feel Rohan's, and imagined seeing it soon. It was an alluring and terrifying prospect. As a break in their kissing came, Flick exclaimed, "this whole night is magic!"