Content warning: This story can trigger dysphoria, "Feminine" words are used to describe the trans man's genitalia and from some point in the story he get's feminized. Spanking, breeding kinks, domination, denigration, BDSM, reluctance and tendency to non-consent are described in the story. If this is not your thing please move on.
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Wolf stirred before his eyes opened, nudged gently awake by the soft shuffle of Maia's paws and Bo's lazy tail thumping against the side of the bed. Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, golden and hazy, casting sleepy warmth over their bodies. Anna was already pressed into him, arm draped over his chest, one thigh hooked between his. Her lips moved against his skin with a kiss before he even opened his eyes.
"Don't move," she murmured, voice low and thick with sleep.
"I wasn't going to," he breathed back, pulling her closer.
They lay wrapped together, slow and sticky from the night before, but neither caring. Kisses came lazy--on lips, collarbones, shoulders. Her hands drifted, fingers trailing over his chest and stomach. His mouth found her neck, then her cheek, then her lips again. They kissed until they were smiling too much to keep kissing.
"I don't want to get up," Anna said, shifting to lie half on top of him, her skin warm against his.
"We could just stay like this," Wolf said, nuzzling into her hair. "Let the dogs raise themselves."
Bo barked, politely disagreeing from the foot of the bed.
Eventually, reluctantly, they peeled themselves out from under the covers, stealing kisses between each piece of clothing. Wolf buttoned her shirt slowly, taking time to kiss her sternum before covering it. She tucked his curls behind his ear and kissed his jaw with the softest smile.
They took the dogs out for a short, peaceful walk, holding hands and occasionally bumping shoulders like teenagers. When they returned to Tristan's apartment, they came through the side garden entrance--and that's when they spotted him.
Tristan was reclining barefoot on a lounge chair, shirtless and glowing in the morning light. And beside him, equally relaxed, was the man he'd been flirting with the night before.
The guy turned as they approached, smiling softly. He was tall, lean, with dark curls tied back and kind eyes. A delicate silver chain glinted at his throat.
"Look who's alive," Tristan called out, grinning as he lifted his mug.
Wolf raised a hand. "Barely."
The man beside Tristan sat up a little, offering a friendly nod. "Hi. I'm Ilias."
"Wolf," Wolf said, offering a hand. "And this is Anna."
Ilias shook both their hands. "Nice to meet you properly. I've heard... enough to be intrigued."
Anna snorted. "Only the good stuff, I hope."
Tristan raised a brow with a smirk. "All very good. Very impressive."
Ilias chuckled and turned to Tristan. "You weren't kidding about how gorgeous they are."
Anna and Wolf laughed, brushing it off with blushes and smiles, before excusing themselves to the kitchen.
Wolf started gathering ingredients for breakfast. Anna followed close behind, slipping her arms around him from behind, hugging him while he cracked eggs and melted butter in the pan.
"You good?" he asked softly, glancing back at her.
"I'm perfect," she murmured, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades. "This is perfect."
He leaned into her arms and let himself smile, basking in the warmth of morning and the slow, delicious comfort of it all. Outside, Tristan and Ilias continued talking in soft, pleasant voices. Inside, the kitchen filled with the smell of toast, eggs, and something easy between them--something new and very much worth savoring.
Outside, Tristan let his head fall back against the lounge chair, breath catching as Ilias's hand wrapped around his cock again, slow and deliberate.
"I thought we were just talking," Tristan murmured, lips parted, his voice warm but slightly dazed.
"We are," Ilias replied, tone feather-light and filthy. "I just like to multitask."
His fingers stroked steadily, deliberately firm, thumb teasing the head with each pass. "You're so hard, baby. I barely touched you."
Tristan's lashes fluttered. "You're only touching me."
Ilias grinned, bending to press a kiss to Tristan's stomach. "You want to come already? That fast?" His voice dropped lower, more intimate. "Bet you'd fill my hand so well--bet your cum would be so warm, messy. Want to watch your own cock twitch while I ruin you."
Tristan bit his lip, a quiet moan slipping out as his hips arched up into the rhythm of Ilias's hand.
Inside, the scene unfolding didn't go unnoticed.
The kitchen looked directly out to the garden, and Anna leaned against the counter, sipping coffee, catching the movement through the glass. "Oh," she said with a wicked grin. "They're putting on a little morning show."
Wolf turned from the stove to look. He caught sight of Ilias's hand, slick around Tristan's cock, and the way Tristan's mouth hung open, already on edge.
Anna stepped behind him, arms curling around his waist. "You deserve the same treatment," she whispered.
Before he could answer, her hand slid down the front of his sweatpants, fingers seeking his already wet slit. She stroked his clit with the same slow, firm pressure Ilias was using on Tristan, watching Wolf's body tense.
He groaned, loud in his throat, forehead tipping forward as he braced against the counter.
"Eyes on them," Anna murmured, tongue flicking the shell of his ear. "I want you to watch."
Wolf obeyed, his gaze locked on the scene outside--Tristan now panting, hips jerking helplessly, Ilias's hand unrelenting.
"Oh god," Tristan gasped. "I'm--fuck--I'm close--"
And then Ilias let go.
Just stopped, sat back on his heels, and smiled up at him with maddening calm.
Tristan made a choked sound of disbelief, half-laughing, half-straining for more.
Ilias leaned up, kissed him full on the mouth, and whispered, "It's time to go."
Wolf whimpered as Anna did the same--pulling her hand out of his pants right as he was teetering on the edge, leaving him soaked and trembling.
She giggled against his back. "Oh, this is so fun."
Wolf exhaled shakily, cock grinding involuntarily against the counter, trying not to beg.
As if on cue, Ilias passed through the kitchen on his way to the door, his shirt casually slung over his shoulder. He paused just long enough to drag his gaze down Wolf's body, slow and deliberate, giving him a smirk and a wink before slipping out the door.
Wolf still felt the echo of Anna's hand between his legs as he set down the last plate on the table outside. His body was humming, half-wrecked and still craving, but the morning sun was warm, and the scent of food grounded him. That, and the low laughter from Tristan, who looked flushed and smug in equal measure as he padded back into the garden with a plate in each hand.
"Breakfast is served," Tristan grinned, setting a plate in front of Wolf before sinking into his chair with a content sigh. "God, you two really can't be left alone."
Anna leaned over and stole a piece of toast from Wolf's plate. "And you can?"
