Vicious Submissive (BoyxBoy)

Mates: Leo POV (M)

I chuckled quietly at Cy's use of my full name. Groaning quietly, the swell of my knot finally went down. Slowly, I pulled out. A soft sigh leaving my baby's lips as he shivered against me. As we lay there, enjoying each other's presence, the scent of Cy's arousal started to increase. He growled lowly as he pushed himself off of my chest. Pale blue eyes looked at me seductively through hooded lids. He braced himself against my chest as he started to grind his member against mine,

"It felt so good, Alpha. But now I want more...more of my mate..."

**Mature Content Ahead**

I felt my eyes flash as I watched him lift up on his knees. He kept eye contact as he guided my now hardened member back into him. He closed his eyes, moaning from the sensation. As I filled him to the hilt, I groaned at the warmth from his tight walls. With a moan, he moved his hips in a circular motion. I rested my hands on his hips as my baby continued to moan as he rode me, his eyelids fluttering. I groaned as his hips began to move up and down, his tight hole massaging my shaft. His nails dragged down my chest as he started to speed up, moaning my name.

The longer he went, the more incoherent his words became. His legs started to twitch as he tightened around me. His movements became sloppy. His focus slowly consumed by his pleasure. I slid my hands to the velvety round flesh that caressed my shaft with each movement of my baby's hips as I began to thrust into him. From this angle, I hit his spot every time, his head thrown back in pleasure as his body bounced against me. He cried out as he came on my chest, but I kept going. I was close. I pounded into him harder before releasing inside of him for the second time. He let out a choked cry as his body shook with a second orgasm before he collapsed on top of me, panting heavily,

 "F-...fuck..."

I hadn't knotted him this time, so I was able to pull out of him. After catching my breath, I picked my baby up and carried him to the bathroom. I held him in my arms as I started the bathwater. He sighed as I rubbed his back, kissing his shoulder gently,

 "Are you okay, baby?"

 "Never better..."

I chuckled and turned the water off. Carefully, I slid us into the warm water. As we sat there, I started to massage his back. I washed his hair, massaging his scalp. As I finished, I slid my hands down his slightly tan back. Gently, I slid my fingers into his sensitive entrance. He shivered against me as I spread my fingers, allowing my seed to empty out of him. Once I'd cleared as much as possible, I picked my baby up and carried him to the shower after letting the water out. Turning it on, I sat on the floor of the shower. As I continued to massage his back, he began to shift again. The scent of his arousal overtook my senses again. He growled before attacking my lips, his hips moving against mine. I lost myself to the pleasure of making love to my mate for the third time.

**End of Mature Content**

The rest of the week went on in the same pattern. Stopping only to occasionally eat or sleep. By the time the week of the blood moon had ended, we'd christened the entirety of our room. I lay on our bed with my sleeping mate in my arms, listening to the sound of his slow rhythmic breaths as he slept soundly. I rubbed his side gently before sliding my hand over his stomach. I wonder...how did he feel about having kids. We never talked about it, but there was a high chance that he was pregnant after I knotted him so many times. I couldn't help picturing him swollen with our pups. I kissed his cheek and drifted off, wondering what our pups would look like. I woke up to a string of curses from beside me. Cracking my eyes open, I saw my baby holding his back, slightly curled in on himself. I rubbed where his hand was holding, causing him to quiet down,

 "You alright, baby?"

He growled viciously before flicking my thigh,

 "Does it look like I'm fucking okay? My back hurts like a sonuvabitch and you're asking me if 'I'm alright'. What a dumbass question."

I laughed as I stopped rubbing his back. He growled loudly, glaring slightly from the corner of his eye,

 "You better start massaging my back again. The only reason it even hurts is because you fucked me."

I smiled back at him while massaging his back some more,

 "You're right, beautiful. I'm sorry."

He looked away and leaned into my touch,

 "...you don't have to be sorry. I never said that I didn't like it."

I hummed and kissed his shoulder as I tried to soothe his pain,

 "You want to take a bath, baby? It'll help with your back."

He nodded, and I picked him up, carrying him to the bathroom and sitting him on the sink while I ran the water. As the tub filled, I rested my hands on his waist and kissed him softly. He smiled against my lips, causing me to smile back. I kissed his mark, causing him to shiver before turning the water off. After helping him into the tub, I slid in behind him. He sighed and leaned against my chest. I kissed his cheek and ran my hand up and down his chest and stomach,

 "Baby, do you wa-"

My question was interrupted by the sound of howls. Both of us sat up immediately and I wrapped Cy in a protective hold. I contacted Kyle through the pack-link as I pulled my baby closer,

What's going on?

 There're rogues attacking from the western border.

How many have gotten through?

 About 10. We have all non-warriors and children in the safe room.

Alright, we're on our way.

Cy got out of the water first and shifted, shaking his fur out and stretching before speaking to me through our mate link,

 What's going on?

I got out and walked out to the bedroom with him following behind,

 "Rogues are attacking from the west."

He growled lowly, and I unlocked and opened our door before shifting and running out of the house with Cy by my side. We ran hard to the west. After a while, we heard sounds of conflict. After a few more minutes, the fight came into view. Our warriors were ripping the rogues to shreds. I caught sight of one of the rogues before a warrior killed them and saw that they were feral. That meant that these were most likely all feral rogues. As the fighting finished up, we walked across the field examining the bodies. Trevor's pale grey wolf ran up to Cy and I, bowing his head as he stopped,

Sirs, the threats have been neutralized.

Cy nodded back before stepping towards him and gesturing towards the dead rogues,

Were they all feral?

 Yes, sir.

Any injuries?

 A few, but nothing life-threatening.