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His nipples are pierced.
No, no, no – not Wise's!
Manato! Manato’s nipples are pierced!
The lovely darkened nubs are highlighted by the silver balls that kiss each side, and Wise kinda wants to ask for a picture.
It’s the first thing he notices as Manato sets him down rather hard on the cushioned seat on the couch of the private dance room, those glorious globes of man meat jiggling just the slightest as Thiren straightens to his full height to look down at him.
Which leaves Wise to engage in a staring contest with the little silver piercings and beautiful brown nipples.
He’s pretty sure he’s going to lose.
“Hey, my eyes are up here.”
Yeah, but his beautiful tits were down there Wise wants to argue, but somehow regains his common sense before his mouth takes off without thought.
He flicks his gaze back up, cheeks flushed when the Thiren gives him a rough smile.
“There you are. Nice to meet you. Name's Manato, in case you didn’t catch it.”
Wise also wanted the name of the beautiful twins on his chest, but he wisely (ha!) stays silent.
“Wise,” Wise croaks out, swallowing roughly to clear the obstruction in his throat that sadly wasn’t this Thiren’s cock. “Nice to meet you.”
“So, you a regular?”
“No?” Wise chances, tilting his head as he considers his answer. “Not really?”
“So you just have senior Lighter and Senior Harumasa offering you up for no reason?”
“Oh, well, that was probably just to tease me. Or you. Or both of us.” Wise gestures vaguely, giving a tight laugh that has no amusement in it. Just pure nervousness. “They like to do that a bit too much.”
“Yeah? And how would you know that if you aren’t a regular?”
Well, does he count as a regular if he’s getting regularly fucked by them?
“Um,” Wise says, a hand coming up out of habit to smooth over the healed back mark on the back of his neck, an action he finds that grounds him.
Manato’s follows the movement, tail stiffening and nose twitching after a moment of inspection.
“Is that…?”
Wise looks up at him. “Hm?”
“On your neck, is that…a mating bite?”
Manato leans closer, the scent and heat of him doing dizzying things to Wise’s poor self-control, especially went confronted with those big bouncing boobas when they come into view as the Thiren reaches forward with one thick finger to push his collar down further to expose the mark. His nail scratches over it, and the spark it produces makes Wise shiver.
Not in revulsion, oh no, in something much sweeter.
“Shit, you’re Lycaon’s…” Manato trails off, his tail shamefully going between his legs as his ears lower, eyes looking away as he pulls back. “You’re bonded.”
Wise blinks. “Um, yeah? Is that a bad thing?”
“No! No,” Manato repeats, softer now after the first explosive declaration. “I just don’t want to disrespect him by…touching something that isn’t mine.”
At first Wise wants to argue that he isn’t something to own, but then he thinks of the essential twenty-five chapter prologue to getting his back blown out in imaginative ways and the bite mark that kinda declares that he sorta maybe is owned in a certain way that he really does like in a carnal way.
So he swallows his initial rejection of those claims and tries for something with more levity.
“I don’t think he minds too much since he didn’t really stop us from coming back here.”
“Yeah, I know that, but…I respect him,” Manato answers truthfully. “Men likes us…we face discrimination a lot more than you would think. Especially in an industry like this. Lycaon has helped me more than I could ever admit. Him smelling me on you later…”
Would be arousingly hot, Wise doesn’t say, but he does think it. Loudly.
But thankfully (unfortunately?) Manato can’t read his mind. “So that means senior Lighter, Harumasa, and Seth…are yours too?”
Wise gives a gentle nod.
For some reason, Manato looks…relieved at that.
His big, broad shoulders deflate, and he lets out a sigh so deep that it automatically takes away at least six years from his face.
“That’s good to know. Now I can just relax for a few.”
“Relax?”
“Gotta put a front up for patrons,” Manato explains as he takes a seat on the cushioned couch next to Wise, spreading his legs in such a relaxed movement that Wise’s eyes automatically zoom in on his crotch. “Knowing this was just a joke, I can just relax for a minute, yeah?”
“Yeah, a joke,” Wise croaks out, eyes firmly attached to that bulge. He fears he might need to be surgically removed from the sight. “They do like to tease.”
“Yeah, no kiddin’.”
Manato rolls his neck, eyes closing and a low grown vibrating out of his chest as he groans as something pops. Wise bites his lip to keep his own pathetic sounds from leaking out.
“They keep me on my toes,” Manato continues, huffing a laugh as he slits a humorous glance over at Wise. “No wonder I’m so exhausted by the end of my shift. Dragging my ass to school in the morning is taking some getting used to.”
“School?”
Manato hums in confirmation. “I go to the local junior college. I’m doing this job to pay my way to get my degree.”
God, Wise hasn’t thought about college in years. He feels suitably ancient next to Manato.
“What’s your major?” he asks, genuinely interested.
“Criminal justice.” Then Manato ducks his head, a mumbled continuation that Wise has to lean in close to hear. “I’m also a helper at a daycare in the afternoon or when I don't have classes.”
Oh no, he liked kids too?
Fuck, Wise could picture it – Manato in his cute little apron, hefting kids like sacks of potatoes, clips in his hair and sparkly stickers on his face.
Wise doesn’t know this man, but he kinda wants to get him pregnant.
Shit.
Wasn’t five lovers enough? Where had this greedy little bastard come from?
Wise kinda missed Wise from the first chapter. He hopes that bastard is doing well.
“That sounds like a lot,” he says in commiseration, reaching out to laying a comforting hand on Manato’s shoulder, and woah—! It feels so nice under his hand! Nice and meaty, solid but with a soft covering of skin, it tempts Wise to either lay his head down against it or to take a bite out of it to see what noises Manato would make.
“Tell me about it.” Fortunately (unfortunately?), Manato doesn’t see his depravity. “And between all that I take care of my siblings.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
There was no way this man was real.
Surely he is a figment of Wise’s horny mind, summoned up because he’s probably passed out from a thorough fucking, given to him from one of his lovers.
He discreetly pinches his thigh.
He winces.
It isn’t a dream, he thinks with some panic. No, this was very, very real, and this young man was very, very real himself, solid under Wise’s palm. The heat of him alone was obscene.
“That’s…tough,” is what Wise settles on, and he instantly wants to smack himself.
Tough? Tough?! Could he sound anymore uninterested?
Clearing his throat, he tries again. “It’s very admirable of you, working all these jobs and taking care of your siblings. I understand myself; I’ve been taking care of my sister since our younger years.”
Somehow, this big man is flustered by his words, the bridge of Manato’s nose and the sharp curve of his cheeks flushing lightly as he turns away, reaching up to rub at the back of his head.
“Shit, I’m not doing anything special. Anyone would do what I’m doing for their loved ones.”
Was this big, beefy man really this fucking cute? Wise wants to put his head into his hands and cry.
“You would be surprised,” Wise says, trying to keep his voice even, because he oddly wants to break into a song of praise for this stupidly attractive stripper. “Some believe in survival of the fittest and would leave behind those they claim to love if only to be the one to survive themself.”
Maybe it’s something in his voice that gives him away, because Wise can see Manato’s ear flicker and twitch.
That broad, beautiful body turns towards him slightly, Manato bringing a knee up onto the seat as his torso turns towards him, which does some interesting things to the muscles of his stomach, bringing them out in stark contrast even sharper than before.
“A sister, huh?”
“My twin,” Wise explains, then laughs. “Though everyone assumes she’s younger by a few years with the way she looks and acts.”
“You don’t look alike?”
Wise hums in contemplation. “We do if you look hard enough, but she’s much cuter than me.”
“I dunno,” and here Manato reaches over to brush a bang from Wise’s face, face serious as he says, “I might not know what your sister looks like, but I think your face is nothing to sneer at. So you both must be cute.”
And the thing is…Manato says it like it’s pure fact. Not like he’s trying to flirt or charm, but that it’s just the natural conclusion to his thesis. That Wise was cute. The end, period, done, nothing more than that.
And, somehow, that statement only adds to the desire to wife this man the fuck up.
It’s such a bizarre feeling that Wise feels those nervous, slightly insane giggles bubbling up from his chest, filling his mouth sharply like the bubbles from champagne. He’s drunk on them, even as he tries to stop them as he presses a palm to his mouth as he laughs.
“You,” he manages to get out between breaths, “you can’t—”
But he’s cut off by more little giggles, a pleased sort of balloon inflating in his chest at the simple you’re cute that he’s heard a dozen times before, but from Manato feels like a confession.
Wise feels like he’s in high school again, sitting next to his crush under the tree in the courtyard, waiting for an answer from the letter he had slipped into Manato’s locker.
“You can’t just say that,” he manages to get out between the laughter, subconsciously leaning forward to press his face against a thick shoulder in an attempt to stifle them and for support.
“Hey, I’m not a liar,” and Manato’s laughing too, probably for a different reason, but Wise is surrounded by the low, rough sound that the Thiren produces. “Can’t you take a compliment?”
No, but Wise could take nine inches and still have room for more!
He’s rather proud of that fact.
Together they laugh, even if Wise doesn’t even know why they’re laughing in the first place. The whole situation was so very bizarre that it only makes him laugh harder.
And they would continue to laugh like fools if it wasn’t for the door opening.
The joy cuts off in an instant, Wise pausing to wipe his wet eyes as he turns to see Harumasa standing there.
“Haru…?”
Harumasa inspects the scene and, upon finding them still clothed and the furniture fully intact without a single suspicious wet stain, throws his head back and wails.
“I set it up so perfectly and you didn’t take advantage of it!”
Manato twitches back out of pure surprise and shock, but it says a lot when Wise has grown used to Harumasa’s aroused outbursts.
So he sighs, lifting a hand up in an attempt to soothe the angry beast. “Haru—”
But Harumasa ignores him, stomping his way over on the thick soles of his boots, glaring down at where Manato sits shamefully, waiting for his undue punishment with his ears pressed down tight to his skull.
“Grind on him,” Harumasa hisses. “Do your damn job.”
“Senior Harumasa—”
But instead of listening, Harumasa instead just plants his fists onto his hips, lips drawn into a tight line. Silent and unmoving, the door still blocked by his beautiful form.
Wise and Manato look at each other.
Manato clears his throat. “But isn’t he your—”
“Yes, and?” Harumasa drawls. “I don’t mind sharing, especially if there’s a good enough show attached.”
“So this wasn’t just a joke? A way to haze the new guy? You actually want me to bump and grind on your…” Manato trails off, casting a gaze over at Wise, who can’t decipher what it’s supposed to mean. But the wall that had come down so beautifully before is back again, reinforced this time. “Is this something that Wise wants, or just something you want to force on him?”
Harumasa rolls his eyes, strutting inside. “Wise was the one ogling you like a piece of prime meat, pup. And who am I to deny his desire?”
That doesn’t seem to be the correct answer.
The wall is built higher, the mask pulled on tighter as Manato asks, “So you wouldn’t put him into odd situations to get your rocks off?”
Harumasa remains silent, which is telling enough.
Sighing, Manato pushes himself up to his feet, which forces Harumasa to take a step back.
“It was nice meeting you, Wise,” Manato says politely, giving him a small bow. “Sorry if I made you uncomfortably by talking about my life.” Then, to Harumasa, Manato gives another polite bow. “Senior Harumasa, please excuse me.”
Both Wise and Harumasa watch the much taller man walk away, tail unnaturally still as Manato makes his way to the door. And when he gets there, Manato gives one more polite bow and quietly excuses himself from the room.
The stifled silence that hangs heavy lasts for a moment more, only broken when Wise levels a glare over at his lover.
“Was that really necessary?” he asks.
“I thought you wanted that hot piece of meat to sit on your lap!” Harumasa tries to defend himself, automatically falling into the ‘I’ve done no wrong’ mask by dramatically popping out his bottom lip into a pout. “I was trying to help!”
“I can see that, but your help wasn’t needed, Harumasa. I was just trying to get to know him. Sometimes you need to do that before you jump into someone’s pants, which I guess you’ve forgotten. Or you just don’t give a damn about.”
Harumasa’s face smooths into something devastatingly blank. “That’s not fair, Wise.”
It takes a moment, but Wise sighs. “You’re right, I was being mean. Sorry.”
“But you meant it.”
“…I did. That still doesn’t mean I should’ve said it the way I did.”
Harumasa softens the slightest bit, but still remains somewhat cold. “I was just trying to help.”
“I know, but some things can’t be rushed. Just look at us! It took how many chapters for us to finally reach the smut?”
“Far too long,” Harumasa grumbles, but he softens even further as Wise stands up, tilting his head down for the kiss the younger man goes to give him. “I like edging, but that was torture.”
“Not everyone is like you, Harumasa. Some things take time to develop.”
“I don’t like waiting when it comes to things I want.”
“It’s not an excuse when it comes to real people’s feelings. C’mon, let’s go apologize to Manato together.”
Taking Harumasa’s hand, they walk out of the private dance room together.
It’s not that hard to find Manato in the dark or through the bodies that dance, his height easily giving him away from where he stands behind the bar, talking with Lycaon. There’s a too serious look on his face, his bow he gives Lycaon stiff and unnatural. Wise can’t make out what they’re saying from this distance, but he’s pretty sure it’s along the lines of sorry that I called your mate cute.
They round the edge of the bar, Wise hesitant but dragged along by Harumasa’s uncaringness towards rules and regulations.
“Lycaon,” Harumasa calls out, which just brings the attention of both Thirens towards them.
And there’s something about having the two men, who are so tall in stature and thick in width looking at him with such intensity that Wise kinda just wants to automatically put himself head down, ass up and present himself for inspection. Buthe fights through the intrusive thought, coming to stand beside Harumasa and remaining quiet as the dark-haired stripper starts to talk.
Fast-paced and with wild hand gesturing, Wise can’t really make out much of what Harumasa says between the pumping music that vibrates in his brain, but he’s sure the man is eloquent enough to get his point across.
Right?
A perfectly timed pause in the music allows Harumasa’s voice to carry out over the club as he shouts, “—suck his dick!”
Ah, okay. That answers Wise’s question about the appropriateness of Harumasa’s apology.
He can feel the curious eyes of the club goers turn their way, inspecting their little menagerie and trying to figure out if there were some extra services being offered.
Lycaon sighs, reaching up to pinch the area between his eyes.
“Gentlemen, let us take this to the backroom. I don’t believe our patrons are deserving of this interaction.”
Lycaon gestures gracefully, one arm extended to the side and the other behind his back, looking like a particularly sexy butler, and now was the wrong time for Wise to be having this fantasy.
Manato doesn’t move. “Sorry, senior, but I’ve said my piece. If you would excuse me, it’s almost my turn on the stage.”
Lycaon takes a quiet look at the scene before him, expression contemplative. Then, with a low, “pardon me,” he puts his hand on the base of Manato’s tail and squeezes.
Manato’s knees give out, but Lycaon is there to hold him as the canine Thiren makes a surprised noise.
“Move,” Lycaon growls, and tilts his hips forward once to get Manato to do as he says, which brings into contact his groin against the younger Thiren’s backside.
There’s something wounded in the sound Manato makes, something that makes Wise want to tug hard at a leash just to hear it again.
Wow, yeah, there’s something wrong with him.
Swallowing harshly, Wise follows behind the three men, into the backroom behind the bar that is stocked with extra booze and glasses. It’s empty, thankfully, but Wise is sure a sharp word from Lycaon would clear it in an instant if it had been occupied.
Hidden away now from the bump and grind of the club, Lycaon releases his hold on Manato, but stays close enough as he casts a serious eye over them.
“Now, would you gentlemen be as so kind as to tell me what this is about? Why is Manato apologizing while Harumasa looks like he did something wrong?”
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” Harumasa bites out, narrowing his kohl-lined eyes, which just makes him look all the more dangerous. “Pup here just wouldn’t take the bait that was laid out so prettily for him.”
Wise has enough sense to be offended. “Hey!”
“Pretty bait,” Harumasa attempts to soothe, batting his eyes falsely at him. “Very pretty bait that is way overdressed for a strip club. I was just trying to help you…undress a bit.”
Lycaon holds up a hand to silence Harumasa, sighing. “Manato, I ask you forgive your senior Harumasa. Patience has never been his strong point.”
“Hey—!”
“However,” Lycaon continues, cutting off the protest that starts to build up past glossed lips, “he does have a point.”
The sharpness from Harumasa’s voice softens into a croon. “Hey~”
“Even if he goes about it in an idiotic manner.”
“Hey!”
Manato listens quietly, looking between them all without interrupting, tail tucked tightly up against his body.
“It’s fine,” Manato says when Harumasa’s shout finally stops echoing. “I just don’t like being used as the butt of a joke.”
Harumasa hears butt and perks up. Because of course that’s all he cares about in this matter.
Before Harumasa can say something stupid, Lycaon clears his throat.
“It might’ve been a bit heavy handed, but I do not believe this was done in an attempt to make fun of you or to otherwise ‘haze’ you.”
“Fine, but—”
“However,” Lycaon interrupts, and the usual placid tone of voice he uses hardens, “maybe it’s time to confront the thing you’re hiding from yourself.”
The easy slope of Manato’s shoulders tense up.
“What do you mean?”
“You might not be a wolf, but you are a dog,” Lycaon growls out, and Wise presses his thighs tightly together because now was not the best time for an erection. “A canine, a beast. Deep down we share a common desire for things, among those having the comfort of a pack and a mate to warm our knot.”
Lycaon’s single eyed gaze is still strong enough to send Wise down to his knees as it slides over to him, but Harumasa is there to keep him standing.
“Stop denying that pull in your gut.”
Manato grunts, twisting his head away. “I’m not—”
But Lycaon is there to grip his cheeks, turning his head back. “I can smell it on you.”
Manato stops talking, eyes wide and almost panicked.
“Not for me or Harumasa, but for Wise.” Lycaon is casually cruel as he gently directs Manato’s face towards where Wise stands. “I could tell in an instant that you both felt a connection, even if you tried to hide it behind your usual lackadaisical demeanor.”
“No, it’s not—”
Lycaon slides his free hand around to press tightly to Manato’s lower torso, thick fingers skirting around the edge of his tight pants that hang low.
“Have you always ignored your instincts?” Lycaon questions quietly. “Struggling to survive in this world and raise pups at the same time, have you always put yourself and your desires on the back burner?”
The tip of Lycaon’s middle finger slides down underneath the tight leather of Manato’s waistband.
“Senior—”
“Do you look at Wise and see a friend? Or do you look at him and wonder how well his body would hold your knot? How frail his neck would feel underneath your teeth?”
Further hand the hand slides, somehow getting underneath the tightness of the fabric to curl a hot palm around Manato’s cock.
The sound that breaks out from between Manato’s lips makes Wise’s cock throb in his pants.
The younger Thiren crumbles despite his bulk, waist weak and giving away as his body leans forward, but the hold Lycaon has on him keeps him on his feet, even if he sways. Weak to pleasure, the sight making Wise bit his bottom lip as he watches the casual display of dominance that Lycaon exerts.
It’s an absolute masterpiece watching, since they’re of similar heights but hold the bulk of their muscles differently. Wise almost feels like he needs to be charged admission for this show.
Manato, despite the almost fearful size of his broad shoulders and thick mounds of his chest, is a blushing mess that can’t help the rather pitiful moans as Lycaon dutifully plays with him. His nipple piercings catch the low light, tempting little morsels that highlight the fact that a mouth would look beautiful attached to said nipple.
Wise volunteers.
Rumbling, pleased at his reaction, Lycaon continues, mouth pressed close to Manato’s twitching ear. “The moment you saw him, you knew.”
In his own ear, Wise hears Harumasa whisper, “Your magic ass is at is again.”
A hand touches his said magic ass.
It does not grant infinite power.
Lycaon continues to stress his point, the hand wreaking havoc now sliding up Manato’s torso and spreading the thin film of precome over the chiseled valley.
“So used to being seen as a beast, you shoved down that first instinct to mount him right there in front of everyone.”
“No, I wouldn’t,” Manato grunts out, hips grinding up into nothing. “I’ve never—”
Lycaon pauses, ear twitching as he pulls away in surprise. “…you’re a virgin?”
Manato nods, cheeks flushed a ruddy shade of red, wetness gathering in the corner of his eyes in what Wise can only assume is embarrassment. “Yeah, what of it? Gonna use it against me? Tell me I ain’t a man?”
Somehow, the room full of predators perks up at this.
And, somehow, Wise seems to be included in that statistic.
Welp, here we go again.