They quickly moved from a vertical position to a horizontal one.
Evan's back hit the bed before he could gather himself, and Ryan was right on top of him, though he was hoisting himself up on his elbows to keep from putting his full weight on top of him. Not that Evan would mind.
They were both breathing rapidly and though there was some hesitation present, this being a first for both of them, they still didn't hesitate to explore the other's body with their hands.
"You still haven't told me if you have a kink," Evan remarked, pulling Ryan closer to him by his neck. At the same time, he parted his legs so that Ryan could get a better position on top of him. It made them a little closer again, so they couldn't doubt that the other wasn't enjoying it, as they could feel the exact evidence of their passion.
"Mmm, I'm not sure. Maybe I'll make some now," was Ryan's reply, and there their conversation ended for a moment as Ryan moved to Evan's neck.
After all the teasing Evan had given him, Ryan now decided to show off his best game with how his lips, teeth, and tongue were all engaged to drive his partner crazy with just a touch on his neck.
Evan tried to tame himself, but failed and wild moans quickly began to escape his lips. It was like heavenly music to Ryan, and it encouraged him all the more to keep going.
"Fuck, you're so good at this."
Without thinking, Evan's hands went into Ryan's hair and his fingers began to wade through it. They were pretty tangled after all that making out, so it was no wonder he'd accidentally tugged on it. Before he could apologize, though, this time it was Ryan who moaned.
"I think I've found the kink." There was a near-breathlessness to Evan's voice that could be blamed not only on his excitement but also on his inability to think at the moment.
Ryan pulled himself away from the spot he'd been working so diligently on and moved back up, finding himself face-to-face with his other half. Both of his hands braced next to his head, exuding a certain dominance that made Evan blush, and though he had previously thought that the black-haired boy couldn't get any hotter, he was obviously wrong.
Without hesitation, the two came closer again, Evan arching up and Ryan leaning down, their lips meeting in a violent movement that caused their teeth to crash into each other. Neither reacted, however, and they let themselves be consumed by the intoxicating taste of the other.
Evan's hands automatically went into his black hair, and this time he didn't hold back. Very quickly, this turned the ink-haired boy into a moaning mess, and it quickly became the job of Evan's mouth to muffle those sweet sounds.
Ryan, of course, was not to be embarrassed and decided to drive Evan into the same frenzy he was currently experiencing. One of his hands subtly moved away from Evan's head and slid down to his chest, mapping a path all the way to his nipple. And although Evan had hitherto thought that male nipples were useless, he was quickly convinced otherwise.
"Fuck." His whisper took advantage of the brief moment when their lips parted.
It almost seemed that they were both taking this as a competition, trying to seduce the other as much as possible and cause him to lose control. At least that's what Evan thought as he decided to return the favour and not lose his grip on Ryan's hair at the same time, bending his leg so that he could touch Ryan's side with his knee and pull him even closer to him, even though it seemed impossible.
This time it was Ryan who broke their kiss to start the conversation.
"I'm starting to get the feeling you've been studying ahead of time."
"I just have a good imagination," Evan explained right away, though he had the basics memorized like his life depended on it. Not that he'd googled things about sex on purpose, but with so many books he'd read, it was impossible to avoid the chapters on sex, and too many times there were details described that left him blushing.
"What's the chance you have some stuff too?" Ryan didn't have to elaborate on his question for Evan to understand what he meant. Even in this case, he was more than ready.
His cheeks burned crimson which was quite ironic since he was more embarrassed of being prepared than what he was doing. He licked his lips, buying time to answer, but Ryan's gaze was burning him too much to avoid it. Plus, they really needed those things.
"In the drawer." His answer was brief, but it was enough for Ryan as he immediately leaned over in surprise and opened the drawer on the bedside table.
It was clear from his raised eyebrows that he immediately understood what he was looking at. He took a box and a small tube out of a drawer and placed them next to them on the bed so he could get a better look at them.
"You're really prepared," he said, and Evan's cheeks took on a darker shade of colour. He still couldn't believe he'd worked up the courage to buy condoms and lube, but the more he thought about his relationship with Ryan, the more it felt like a necessity, and he finally decided it was better to be prepared than sorry.
"Don't be shy." Ryan didn't miss his blush, of course. There was no doubt that he found it adorable, since at other times Evan was a ball of sarcasm and flirting, but at the same time he didn't want him to be embarrassed in front of him.
Evan's eyes clearly betrayed how much his interest pleased him, and the affection that shone in his eyes was just as strong as it was in Ryan's.
Although there was still an animalistic desire in the air, it was complemented by something much more tender and sincere.
Their feelings didn't have to be spoken out loud, but they were reflected in every touch they gave to the other. Maybe that was why Ryan first gently rubbed his nose against Evan's before pressing his lips to his and their mouths began to move in a furious battle for dominance.
Their conversation was over, at least the verbal one, and everything they wanted to say to each other suddenly translated purely into touches. Ryan's hand running tenderly up Evan's side only to then grab it afterwards signified that as gentle as Ryan had been with him, he was still ready to claim him as his own. Of course, Evan didn't hesitate to reply with equal vehemence.
His shyness didn't last long, and if he wanted to joke, he'd say Ryan silenced his shy self with his own mouth. Instead of jokes, however, he chose a more effective method. Ryan didn't have time to recover when Evan pressed a hand to his chest and then flipped them over in one swift motion. Now it was Ryan who was on his back, and Evan towered over him, hungrily watching his body beneath him as if he planned to devour him.
The smirk on his face was almost frightening, but in reality, it promised all the naughty things Ryan could imagine.
"Fuck." Ryan's reaction was accurate to the situation, especially when Evan didn't hesitate for a second and immediately pounced on his neck, where he worked his kisses lower and lower. He was in the mood to try new things and since he was just at his most adventurous, he didn't hesitate to move even lower.
A shocked gasp escaped Ryan the moment he felt Evan's breath on the spot where he was most sensitive at the moment. He prodded him, deliberately avoiding the one place Ryan desperately wanted him.
He kissed his thighs, running his tongue over his inner thigh and pushing Ryan's legs apart with his hands, creating more space.
It was torture, but Ryan didn't protest. Instead, however, he uttered something that sent chills down Evan's spine.
"Please."
And Evan of course, being a good mate, immediately complied.
...
Evan had tried not to fall asleep and enjoy the first night in his mate's arms after they'd gotten as close as possible, but he'd clearly failed, as he realized the next morning when he opened his eyes. Ryan was in his arms, still asleep, and Evan automatically kissed him on his bare shoulder.
Fortunately, it didn't wake him up, so he was able to enjoy a few more moments in which he replayed in his head what had happened the night before. And a lot has happened. Evan had always known that wolves were superior in stamina, but he'd never been more convinced of it. Luckily for him, wolves also had a better healing ability, so Evan didn't have to worry about his bottom hurting for long. He couldn't imagine how else he would have lasted all day at school, sitting on a wooden chair.
Speaking of school, the relative darkness in Evan's room indicated that he still had time before he had to start getting ready for school and leave the bed that smelled like the best scent in the world. Not just because of his mate, but because it had long since become impossible to tell whose scent was whose, and Evan found that their shared scent was almost like opium.
Ryan wriggled, and Evan quickly loosened his grip so he could turn to face him. This allowed him to witness his mate's opening eyes, and how his beautiful irises, full of hot chocolate, instantly reflected the affection.
"Good morning." Even though it was still fairly early, and Evan wasn't a fan of mornings, he couldn't help smiling.
"Morning," Ryan returned the greeting and snuggled closer to him. A contented smile played on his lips as well, and though his eyes reflected fatigue, his entire being radiated an energy that was impossible to miss.
Evan immediately cooperated and brought him into his arms, but not before he was able to press a tiny kiss to his lips. It was like a dream, realizing that he could do this any time from now on, and he was sure he'd never get enough of it.
"I hate school," Ryan mumbled into his chest, which immediately made Evan chuckle, though he agreed.
"How's your ass?" Evan couldn't help asking. He knew himself how much his hurt and although he didn't like the idea of causing Ryan pain, on the other hand, it was something he could be proud of.
"It hurts, but if we didn't have to go to school..." He didn't have to finish his answer for Evan to know exactly what he meant, since he was thinking the same thing. One could call it soulmate telepathy or perhaps simply teenage horniness.
"For someone with such naughty thoughts, I still haven't gotten my morning kiss."
Ryan, of course, immediately decided to right this wrong, but instead of a small kiss, it quickly turned into a make-out session.
Panting, they pulled away from each other, lying across from the other, and instead of locking lips, they decided to lock gazes again.
"I hate school," Ryan repeated his previous statement.
Evan chuckled again, but this time he agreed out loud. "Me too."
"How much time do we have?" Evan frowned at the question and lifted his head to look over Ryan's head to make sure his phone was on the nightstand.
"Can you look for me?" He nodded his head to indicate where to find his phone and Ryan immediately understood as he turned and picked it up.
"Your bus leaves in an hour," Ryan stated as he checked the time, and Evan immediately began to think about what they could accomplish in an hour, especially if he needed time to get ready.
"I'm seriously thinking about not going to school today," Evan decided to share his thought process.
"Me too, but I think mates should be a positive influence."
"Yeah, because using an empty house to have sex sounds like a positive influence." Evan couldn't help the sarcasm and as usual, it made Ryan laugh.
"Well, if we're going to continue being a bad influence, I think I'll sneak a hoodie out of your closet." Ryan smiled innocently, although there was nothing innocent about what he said. Evan knew exactly which hoodie he was referring to and surprisingly he didn't mind, quite the opposite. He liked the idea of his mate continuing to smell like him and even though he didn't think he was the possessive type.
"Nothing comes for free," Evan warned.
"What do you have in mind?" Ryan decided to ask first because in the position they were in now, there were several things Evan could want, from the pleasant ones to the even more pleasurable ones.
"A trade. If you're going to wear my hoodie, I want yours too."
Smelling like your mate was something close to betrothal in the wolf world, but Evan was surprisingly content with the idea. Frankly, if he could, they'd never get out of this bed again, and not just because of the sex. The thought of getting up and leaving him in less than an hour tore at his insides.
"I like that." This was also indicated by his smile, which was brighter than before. "But I have to warn you, I don't have a black one."
"Doesn't matter." The vast majority of Evan's wardrobe consisted of black, and he was sure his friends would notice if he wore anything colourful, but he surprisingly didn't care. The only thing that mattered to him was the fact that this way he would always have a piece of his mate with him.
"So... what's the plan?"
Ryan left the decision-making up to his significant other, but not because he didn't have his own plan in mind. If it was up to him, they wouldn't budge from Evan's bed either. At least that was what his hand indicated, with which he began to caress his exposed side, subtly pulling the duvet lower and lower.
"How about some fun now and then we can go to your place to get a hoodie and you walk me to the bus." In theory, it was a compromise, not between him and Ryan, but between the devil and the angel who was whispering on his shoulder.
"It's a plan." Ryan obviously didn't need to hear any more because he immediately agreed and decided to seal their little deal with a kiss.
Evan was quickly distracted by his intoxicating mouth and Ryan didn't hesitate to take advantage as he turned him over to tower over Evan again. Memories of last night flashed through his mind and suddenly his arousal level was back to where it had been yesterday. So, he had no choice but to enjoy what Ryan had to offer him and hope that he really would decide to be a good influence in the end, since Evan had completely forgotten about any school at the moment.