Throughout the short drive, Spencer kept his hand on Darren's thigh, very lightly running his fingers up and down the jeans-clad muscle.

It was almost enough to drive him crazy, that ghost-touch.

Spencer's scent and appearance had affected him from the start, and Darren had never needed more than that in the past - but this was different.

His mate had taken the initiative, said Call me in that voice, rebelled against his pack's expectations when he said he didn't want to get hitched, snogged him like the freaking world was ending.

Sure, he seemed a bit spoilt and bratty too, but Darren could forgive rudeness - he himself was not exactly the world's most polite person, himself.

He laced his fingers through Spencer's and drove with one hand, yearning to reach over and touch his mate. Everywhere.

Instead he squeezed his hand.

"Is this okay?" he murmured. "All...everything?"

"Yes." There was nothing shy or insecure about the look he gave Darren now.

He really shouldn't be pushing his luck, but...

"Why?"

Spencer swallowed, but didn't turn away like he had before. He seemed to have come to a decision sometime during their conversation outside Ronan's house - maybe he had realized the answer to Darren's question.

What do you want?

"You make me feel...free. Like you only expect me to be, well, me. Like I could be, I don't know, anything with you. It's...you have no idea how nice it is." He coughed.

"And also, you're kind of forbidden, straight vibe, older - "

"I'm not that much older than you!"

"And hot. As fuck."

"Wow. You only want me for my body."

Spencer squeezed his hand and laughed and the sound made Darren crack a smile, his heart softening.

When he finally pulled up on the gravel in front of his own wooden bungalow in the woods, he turned towards his mate.

Leaving the keys in the ignition, he leaned over and captured Spencer's wide, full lips in a slow kiss that quickly turned fierce, pushing the car door open behind him just as Spencer ripped off his seat belt, sending both of them tumbling out onto the grass on the passenger side.

Spencer growled and flung a leg over Darren's waist, rolling them so that he was on top, pinning his hips, biting at his lips.

So he liked it a bit rough? Well, Darren didn't mind that at all. He grinned, wolf fangs curling over his lip.

Suddenly they were surrounded by a mass of furry bodies and loud barks, and Darren cursed.

"Cheeky little shits. Away, monsters! Dora, down!!!"

His mate laughed, reaching over to rub the nearest of the three german shepherds, who tried to lick his face.

"Are they yours?"

"Yeah. Minx and Jackie were my parents'. I bought the little one to cheer them up, but all they've done is teach her their tricks and bad habits," Darren said grumbled.

Then he stuck two fingers into his mouth and whistled twice in quick succession, sending all three of them bounding away around the back of the house.

Darren watched them go, then yelped in surprise when he felt hands catching each of his wrists and pinning them down, sharp teeth nipping at the soft skin on his neck. He groaned, enjoying it for a moment, before sliding his leg up between Spencer's.

"Oh no you don't," he growled, twisting his wrists up, biceps straining, and tossing the younger wolf off his body and into a flower bed.

"Shit," he cursed, but before he could worry, Spencer was up on his knees, flinging his body down on top of Darren's in something akin to a bad wrestling move, knocking the air out of him as he caught his full body weight.

"Oumfh!"

They wrestled and grappled without any venom on the grass, making out like teenagers until they were both mussed and breathless, lips ruddy and spit-slick.

Strength wise, they were well matched. Darren had more experience fighting, but he wouldn't use any dirty trick during a play fight.

He wanted to see Spencer unravelled, undone, senseless from pleasure. Longed to take his time, uncover an inch of skin at a time to the warm sunlight, unravel all of those pretty clothes.

The way the younger wolf looked now - flushed and covered in earth and grass stains - made his mouth water.

They rolled again, Darren coming up on top, Spencer's legs over his shoulders, trying to catch him in a headlock, freezing when he realized the position they were in.

"Darren..."

"Mhm-hm," he answered, nuzzling into one thigh, groping his sides. Looking for more to grab, to kiss, to bite.

He absolutely adored his mate's slight chubbiness - he had always been partial to curves.

And his scent -

Darren growled, nipping at Spencer's quivering thighs through his rumpled, grass-stained chinos.

He noticed - so close to his own face - that Spencer had a very prominent bulge, and glanced up to see him biting his lip.

Well, God-damn. If that isn't a sight.

"Condom," he said breathlessly.

Darren froze. "I, uh, I don't have - "

"What do you mean you don't have one?!"

"I ran out! I didn't see a pressing need to - Why don't you have - "

"Well excuse me for not expecting I would get laid today!"

They looked at each other.

"We are both werewolves, immune to most diseases..." Darren ventured, carefully.

"No risk of pregnancy..." Spencer muttered.

"Or I could just run to the gas station?" Darren offered, glancing up.

Spencer's hand, planted in the middle of his chest, halted him in his tracks.

"Don't you dare," he breathed, and then his fingers were on Darren's belt, and the taller werewolf promptly forgot everything else.

He didn't know Spencer all that well, but he got the sense the guy had a lot on his plate. The expectations of school, family, and society. Trying to please everyone, and still be himself.

He needed to relax, Darren reckoned.

"Top or bottom?" Spencer asked him, breathlessly.

"...What?"

"Which one do you want, this time?"

Darren swallowed, eyes going wide. "I, uh, haven't - "

"You haven't slept with a guy?"

"I haven't...bottomed..."

"You haven't? Really?" Spencer asked.

"No! 'Course I haven't!"

Spencer glared down at him.

"Fine. You can top, then. But only if next time, it's my turn. Otherwise you get nothing."

He ground his hips down on Darren's, mashing their pricks together.

"Ahh..." he groaned, trying and failing to think straight.

It was proving pretty damn difficult with all the blood in his head rushing down between his legs.

Possible discomfort later, in exchange for bliss right now?

Planning ahead had never been his strong suit... Tomorrow was future Darren's problem. Right now, he was horny as all hell.

"Fuck, yeah, alright. Just get naked."

Spencer stopped moving against him and looked down with a triumphant smile that turned into a surprised yelp when Darren grabbed his hips and thrust up against him, grinding through their jeans.

"Aah...oh, yes..." he panted, and Darren growled.

He ripped open the button of Spencer's jeans and slipped one hand down the back of them, grabbing a handful and kneading.

Spencer moaned and Darren used his other hand to pull open his own belt buckle.

"Wait...uh, here?" Spencer murmured. "In the open?"

"Fuck yeah, can't wait another moment," Darren growled. Then a new thought occurred to him.

"Unless, uh, you don't want to?"

"No, I - " Spencer, who had been anything but shy since they met, bit his lip and looked down.

"It's just, most people would be scared. In the daylight, in front of their home. Of someone seeing... Of what people might think."

Darren mover both hands up, slipping them in under Spencer's pink shirt and gently caressing the smooth, soft skin along his sides.

"I don't give much for what people think," he grunted.

Spencer closed his eyes, leaning into his touch, rocking his hips a little.

Even that faint motion sent a throb straight through Darren's cock.

"I'm beginning to see that," Spencer panted.

"And?"

"And I like it a lot." His eyes snapped open. "I meant, it's hot. That's all I meant. Get your pants off."

Spencer pulled his shirt over his head and stood to kick his new chinos, now covered in green stains, off into the dirt without a second glance.

Darren stayed on the sun-warmed grass, sitting up to shove his worn jeans and briefs down, freeing his long, painfully hard dick.

The younger man paused to look at him and the bright, low sun was behind him, casting his face in shadow. But Darren could still see him lick his lips.

"Shirt off," he ordered, voice husky.

Darren shrugged out of his stiff shirt and Spencer groaned, more collapsing than sitting down onto his mate's lap, and pulled him into a wet, sloppy kiss.

His hands trailed over Darren's abs and biceps, caressing and exploring, and Darren grabbed fistfuls of his plush ass and the love handles on his hips, wanting to grab it all, every lush delicious inch of him.

Darren might not work out as much as his brother did, but he spent long hours every day at manual labour, and went out into woods most evenings to patrol, hunt, and train his dogs.

He was basically made up of hard, sinewy muscle, and the skin on his arms glowed with a warm cinnamon tan.

Before, Darren had always been drawn to curvy, loud girls with thick dark hair and swinging hips who laughed and batted their lashes at him.

But this was better than anything he'd seen of had before. Way better.

Spencer glowed above him, his caramel skin shining in the warm, buttery sunlight, mussed black hair falling down into his forehead. Strong and feisty, with just a little bit of chubby softness, perfect to grab and knead.

Darren's mouth watered at the sight of his full, moist lips and he leaned forward to bite them, one hand slipping around Spencer's hard, thick, dark-pink cock.

His mate moaned into his mouth and wrapped his arms around Darren's shoulders, rubbing their pricks together again.

Shifting his hand to wrap around both of them, Darren slowly tugged, stroking and twisting at the tip, groaning at the feel of hot, velvety skin sliding against his.

Spencer's mouth had fallen open and his breath was hot on Darren's skin.

He pulled back and slipped two fingers into his own mouth, sucking on them, pushing his tongue in between them, making sure Darren could watch.

And boy, was he watching.

Raising his hips a little, Spencer took his fingers from his mouth and reached behind himself. As he worked one finger into his hole, he let out a filthy moan, eyes fluttering closed.

Darren's cock throbbed at the sight.

"Can I...?" he asked, voice coming out rougher than he had intended.

"Ah, oh. Hah, yeah. You, mhm, want to?"

"Fuck, yes."

Darren spit into his fist, already slick with pearly-white precome, and moved it in between Spencer's straining thighs.

He cupped his balls and slid two fingers along his perineum, towards the puckered ring of muscle there.

Darren could feel Spencer's finger working in and out of himself, faster now, and he barely managed to hold back a moan.

"Fuck, that's hot. You want another?"

His mate nodded and Darren teased along his rim with the rough pad of his index finger, feeling how tight it was, how slick.

He prodded and pushed, easing the tip of his finger in next to Spencer's, feeling that finger slide up against his.

The younger man moaned, pushing back against Darren's finger, taking it deeper and squeezing with his velvet-soft, hot insides.

Just the thought that he might soon have his cock buried there instead, nearly destroyed his self-control.

"Fuck, Spencer..." he growled, lips drawn back in a snarl.

"Ah! Say my name again!"

"Spencer, fuck, you're hot. Can't wait to have my cock in you. Can't wait to feel you take me in like that, you're so fucking tight..."

He'd never considered dirty talk one of his strengths, but it seemed to be doing the trick, because Spencer was trembling on top of him, sitting down on both of their fingers (moving in tandem now, in and out, stretching, feeling, reaching), open and slick.

Darren sat up to lave over his smooth chest, licking circles over one perky tan nipple, then moving up to suck hard on his neck, leaving deep purple bruises there.

Spencer moaned again, sounding wrecked.

"Now, Darren, ahh, I'm ready..."

"Fuck."

He slipped his finger free and lined up his cock, one arm tight around Spencer's waist, holding him steady balanced over Darren's hips.

Slowly, Spencer lowered himself down. A deep, breathless groan escaped his lips, making Darren's head spin.

His dick throbbed and Spencer froze, his forehead dropping to rest where Darren's head met his shoulder, taking deep breaths that make his ribcage expand under his mate's callused, gentle hands.

Finally, he sank down until their bodies were flush, Darren buried to the hilt inside him, their sweat-slick chests pressed together.

Spencer groaned, letting out soft, enticing choked-off moans as he rode him in short, teasing rolls of his hips.

He sat back, eyes closing, chasing his own pleasure, the right angle and pressure, and Darren watched him with rapt attention. The way he moved.

So fucking gorgeous.

His fingers dug into his mate's hips and he thrust up hard as Spencer sat down, punching another moan out of him.

Spencer changed his angle again and suddenly he whined, falling forward to grip Darren's tensed biceps, his fingers shifting into claws and spasming, digging into the taut muscle as Darren thrust up faster, hitting his sweet spot.

Darren groaned, lips pulling back over his elongated canines. He suddenly felt a desperate need to kiss the other man, to taste his arousal from his lips, to bury his nose in his skin and hold him close.

With a feral growl he pushed one leg up and rolled, flipping them over with his hands firmly on Spencer's hips, keeping his cock planted inside as the younger man's back slapped into the long grass.

Spencer panted, whining as Darren put his entire weight on him, pressing him down, slotting their bodies together and positioning his hips between his lover's thighs.

Darren pulled out and pushed in - one slow, languid stroke - and Spencer's mouth fell open in a deep moan.

He spread his legs wider, wrapping them around the back of Darren's thighs to pull him in deeper.

That did it.

With a savage snarl, Darren claimed his mouth, pistoning his hips forward, pounding him into the bare earth.

Spencer's claws raked down his back and he kissed him back just as fiercely.

He thrust his tongue in deeper and the other werewolf countered by biting his lip, nicking it when Darren suddenly grazed his prostate again. The metallic taste of blood filled their mouths.

Darren had been worried that Spencer would be put off by how animalistic he was, how closely all his senses were entwined with his wolf form - but if anything, it only seemed to turn him on more. Spencer was growling into his mouth now, urging him on.

He had tried to restrain himself - but there was no way he could hold back against such encouragement.

Their loud, low, moans and the sound of skin slapping against sweaty skin filled the clearing around Darren's house. The two of them, right out there on the lawn for all the world to see.

His mate. His twat. His Spencer.

Mine.

"Yours," he growled, and Spencer kissed him harder.

"Aah - yes - ours," he gasped, claws raking down Darren's back, whispering into his ear,

"Ours."