#character: john mcbride

[breedaboyd]

Day 22 ~ Thirsty for More

Prompt: In Heat.

Pairing: Alpha!John McBride × Omega!Ezra May (M!OC).

Word Count: 6.2k+

CW: A/B/O, breeding kink, cumflation, dirty talk, lactation, mating cycles, oral sex, vaginal sex.

A/N: In this short, we're using A/B/O dynamics with the werewolf vibe. Being A/B/O isn't normal in the universe but, after John bites Ezra, he also develops the dynamics and his body changes. Ezra has a dick and a vag now.

Ezra's day at Scotland Yard has been anything but ordinary.

As he trudges through the fog-choked streets of London, a sense of unease settles deep within him. His illness has worsened, a gnawing ache in his bones that refuses to ease. The buildings loom overhead, shrouded in mist, their windows like dim, watchful eyes. His footsteps echo on the cobblestones, hollow and distant. His vision blurs and he stumbles, catching himself against a lamppost. The world tilts, a dizzying whirl of shapes and shadows.

Breathing heavily, he finally arrives home, his modest home nestled in a quiet corner of the city. He kicks the door shut behind him, shivering in the draughty hallway. The flickering candlelight casts eerie, dancing shadows on the walls. His hands tremble as he peels off his coat, revealing the sweat-soaked shirt clinging to his fevered skin. He stumbles into the bathroom, fingers fumbling for the faucet. The cool water provides momentary relief as he splashes his face but the fever still burns deep within.

Ezra stumbles toward the bedroom, collapsing onto the sheets. His breathing quickens, his pulse races. He's hot, impossibly so, and it's like a fire rages under his skin. Beads of sweat glisten on his forehead, his body trembling with an undeniable heat that's all-consuming. It's then that he feels it; a change, a shift. It's as if his body is preparing for something, something primal and overpowering. He gasps, clutching the sheets as a surge of desire courses through him. His senses, heightened by the wolf blood in his veins after John's bite, come alive. The scent of his own arousal fills the room, hot and heady, mingling with the damp, musky scent of his fevered skin. His body responds, hips lifting instinctively as he grinds against the air. Ezra's heart races, his mind clouded by a haze of need and lust. He's overwhelmed by sensations, by the relentless fire that burns under his skin. It's a transformation, a primal awakening, and he can't control it.

His fingers trail down his sweat-dampened shirt, tracing the path of fevered skin below. Every touch, every caress, sends sparks of pleasure racing through him. He moans, his voice a high, desperate sound that fills the room. And then, in the depths of his fevered delirium, he thinks of John; the way his lips would feel, the taste of his skin, the press of their bodies together... It's a fantasy born of need, a craving that consumes him. In the dimly lit room, Ezra is a creature of raw desire, lost in the throes of an uncontrollable transformation. His body, changed by the wolf's blood, is preparing for something primal, something that defies reason and restraint...

The gas lamps flicker in the gathering dusk as John steps through the door of their home. The scent of rain-soaked streets and the distant hum of the city hang heavy in the air. Fatigue clings to him like a second skin, a testament to the long day at the coroner's office.

He strips off his coat and hangs his hat by the door, shaking off the chill in his bones. He makes his way through the house, his steps as familiar as the shadows that play across the walls. John comes to a stop at the doorway of their bedroom, his eyes adjusting to the low light. The curtains are drawn, shrouding the room in hues of gold and amber.

As he steps further into the dimly-lit room, his eyes narrow in concern. There, on the sheets, lies Ezra, his figure twisted in a fevered stupor. John's breath catches, heart pounding in his chest. The sight is both alarming and achingly familiar.

"Ezra." He breathes, a mix of worry and want seeping into his voice. He crosses the room in quick strides, the familiar creak of floorboards beneath his boots. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against Ezra's damp forehead. The heat radiating from him is palpable. Ezra stirs, a low groan escaping his parched lips. His eyes flutter open, unfocused and glazed with fever. Recognition dawns slowly, like the hesitant break of dawn after a long night.

"John..." His voice is a raspy whisper, barely audible. He struggles to sit up, his movements weak and unsteady.

"Easy now, love." John soothes, helping him into a more upright position. He takes in the disarray of the room; the damp, wrinkled sheets, the sweat-drenched suit clinging to the detective, the fevered flush on Ezra's cheeks — a tableau of need and distress.

"How long have you been like this?" John's concern is etched in every line of his face, his eyes searching Ezra's for answers, the wolf already threatening to break free. Ezra's gaze is unfocused as if he's still caught in the hazy grip of his fevered dreams.

"Don't... Don't rightly know. Feels like forever." He manages, chest heaving. The worry tightens in John's chest. He reaches for his handkerchief and begins to gently wipe away the sweat that beads on Ezra's forehead.

"You're burning up." He murmurs, more to himself than to Ezra. "I need to cool you down, love."

With practiced efficiency, John moves about the small house, gathering what he needs. He fills a basin with cool water, wringing out a cloth before carefully pressing it against Ezra's flushed skin. The touch is a balm to Ezra's fevered body. He leans into it, his eyes fluttering shut.

"J-John... Something's... Something's wrong..." He gasps, trembling fingers reaching for his partner. John doesn't miss the fear in Ezra's voice, that edge of desperation cutting through the fog.

"Shh..." John soothes, his hand gently caressing Ezra's cheek. "It'll be alright. I'm here." The words are a promise, a vow that John intends to keep.

"I'm... It's... I'm so hot, John, it's eating me up inside... I need... I can't..." Ezra can barely get the words out, his body wracked with tremors. John can see the way Ezra's fighting against the fever, against the aching need that coils deep within. There's no doubt that the detective is in some pain as it seems the heat of the wolf blood is attempting to make itself known. He knows firsthand the struggle of containing the beast, the struggle to keep his urges in check and it doesn't surprise him in the least that Ezra is struggling just as much.

"What do you need, love?" John asks softly and Ezra struggles, uselessly pulling at his sweat-slick suit. It looks like he didn't manage to strip down before getting into bed.

"N-Need clothes...off..." He huffs out and John reaches down, untying his cravat and setting it aside before moving to unbutton the younger man's shirt. Ezra's restless energy persists as the wolf tries to come out.

Once he's stripped his lover down, he lays him back against the pillows, Ezra's chest heaving from the fever-induced exertion. John can't keep his eyes off Ezra's body, especially as he lifts his hips, grinding against the air, presenting himself. Heat, John thinks. His fevered brain is trying to prepare him for mating. In fact, Ezra's body is completely ready to receive John's pups, ready to be knotted and bred. John knows this is far too early to be happening. Ezra's heat would ordinarily have come a few months later but perhaps the stress at work has hurried things along, made his body more susceptible.

"Oh, love..." John trails off, drinking in the sight of his lover. Ezra's skin is flushed with heat, pink and glistening with sweat. His body arches in desperation, searching for relief. His eyes — normally a bright emerald green — are eclipsed with gold and black, the animal within him fighting to the surface. His chest is swollen and full, nipples puffy and tender, with fluid beading along the flesh. He's... He's already... He's already in such deep heat, he's begun lactating. His thighs are shivering, cock hard and leaking as slick drips from his newly-opened hole. The sweet, hot cunt that split Ezra at the seams when he became John's mate, the one that never fully closed after the bite, is now more open than ever before. In mere moments, Ezra's entrance is gaping enough for John to see deep inside. He's never seen a heat this intense. "Oh, love..." He repeats and the younger man shudders, pupils blown wide.

"Don't...know...what...to do... Please..." Ezra's writhing against the sheets, sweat-dampened curls clinging to his forehead. "Help me, John..."

"Alright, love, alright. Here, I'll help you."

Trying not to look too terribly eager, John begins to strip himself down. There are too many layers, too many buttons, and the wolf is so close to breaking free. He manages to remove his waistcoat, shirt and cravat before his restraint snaps and the pants and boots are next to go. John's body is warm, too warm, and his head spins with dizzying heat and lust. His boots thump on the rug, trousers abandoned on the oak floorboards, drawers discarded as well. The room feels hotter, humid, and his own fevered skin brushes against Ezra's as he slides into bed.

"Does it hurt, love?" He asks, gently cupping the younger man's cheek and watching him keen desperately into the contact.

"N-No but...it's intense. So hot and...my heart's... I'm trembling..." Ezra whimpers, his fingers curling into fists in the damp sheets. He tugs weakly, arching his back. His breathing is laboured as his words slur, drunk off the scent of his own arousal. The scent of fresh, hot, fertile flesh floods John's senses. God, Ezra smells so good...

Ezra tilts his head back, exposing his throat, inviting John in, begging for the press of his partner's teeth. With a growl, John obliges him, fitting his mouth over the throbbing pulse point in Ezra's neck, the scar of his claiming bite aching and sore. He worries the skin between his teeth, lapping at it affectionately, the salty tang of his lover's sweat on his tongue. Ezra mewls, his eyes fluttering shut. His body responds to the primal sign of affection, slick dripping from his spread legs and soaking into the sheets below. He shifts, rolling his hips, presenting himself for John to claim. John pauses for a moment, catching his breath, and nuzzles into the crook of Ezra's shoulder, peppering soft kisses over the bruised flesh. He smells delicious; like honey and rosewood and sweat and sex and it's all John's. He's marked with John's teeth, branded with his bite, and John aches to mark his lover again, fill him with pups, show everyone in London what they've been doing, what they are, that Ezra is his.

John pulls away for a moment, gazing down at Ezra's chest, swollen and flushed and begging to be emptied. With trembling hands, the older man reaches up and gives his mate's breasts a gentle squeeze, earning himself a gasp. More beaded liquid pools in Ezra's nipples, milky fluid dripping along the puffy, tender buds. Ezra's cries grow desperate and John leans down, running his tongue along his lover's nipple before sucking firmly. He groans, sweet, ambrosial milk filling his mouth. Ezra tastes delicious, like nectar, and John laps it up hungrily. He buries his face in Ezra's chest, kissing and licking and sucking. He's so ripe and ready, ready to feed John's pups, ready to be filled.

"J-John! I'm— How am I— You made me like this, John..." John chokes out a low growl, his teeth grazing against sensitive, pink flesh.

"I know, love, I know. You smell so...so good. You're so gorgeous like this. I want to breed you and fuck you and fill you with my pups. Make you mine in every way..." He seals his lips over one of Ezra's aching buds again, suckling and swallowing, draining him dry. Ezra wriggles and strains, hips lifting, his fingers gripping the bedsheets tightly. His muffled whimpers are music to John's ears and he keeps suckling, drinking down every drop. "You taste so sweet, love... I can't get enough..."

"John, please... God, it's so hot...! I'm so... Why do I..." Ezra manages to get out and he slows his pace. John gazes up, wiping drops of milk from his moustache. Ezra's staring at him, gold-flecked eyes pleading, aching thighs quivering and parted.

"It's alright, you're in heat. Your body's... Well, it's trying to get ready for me." He explains, firmly kneading the younger man's full, swollen chest.

"But it's...usually not this...bad... Why am I..." He flushes anew with heat as he watches the way his nipples squirt a little, letting loose more beads of delicious milk. "That's never...happened before..." His shy look is almost too much for the older man. John rewards Ezra's bashfulness with another hard suck and he can feel how the young man writhes and thrusts his breasts harder into John's waiting mouth. He's a lewd picture of submissiveness and want. His eyes flutter shut with obvious pleasure as John works his full, fertile chest. It's true. It's never been this intense before, usually he's only got minor symptoms; slight fever, lethargy, higher sex drive, heightened senses. Never something this...intense, almost severe.

"I'm not sure, love. Did something happen today? Something stressful?" He asks, drawing slow circles around his young lover's nipple with his tongue, almost cool against the fevered skin.

"I-I suppose. Was called in to help on an investigation for a murder; gruesome scene. Thought it was just stress, a-a migraine, at first... Wasn't 'til I got home that it seemed worse. Was home alone when I started to feel...strange. It was too hot and I was d-dizzy. My body felt...good but sore. Legs gave out and I ended up in bed, spreading them..." Ezra babbles, the feeling of his lover sucking out his milk coupled with the fever making him quite talkative. John's never been a religious man but the sight is almost too divine. Long, auburn curls splayed across the pillows, cheeks and lips pink with warmth, eyelashes fanned delicately over his sun-kissed freckles, slender body arched and wanton with need. Ezra is an angel, cast down from heaven to feed John's own passion. "I-I'm not a whore, John, p-promise! I couldn't help it! Wanted to cum until I ached, fill myself with anything I could find but...my body was too tired and I couldn't move... Was left here...wanting...needing..." John presses a gentle kiss to Ezra's lips, feeling him tremble.

"I know you're not, love." He promises and he wants nothing more than to worship his mate. He nuzzles into the crook of Ezra's neck, nibbling over the teeth-marked flesh of his claiming bite, before suckling lovingly. "If anything, this means that you're healthy, that you're...incredibly fertile. And all this milk..." He gives the young detective's breasts another squeeze, spurts of white arcing in the air. "All this milk must mean you're ready for me. Ready for me to pump you full of pups, keep you tied to my knot for days, listening to you scream and beg." He can see Ezra's too far gone to respond with anything other than a high whine and a throbbing gush of slick. "I'll make you cum, love, as many times as I can manage and every time I'll fill that ripe body of yours with seed until it's pouring down your gorgeous, perfect legs. Would you like that?"

"Please, John, I'll breed well... Need your pups in me..." Ezra pants out. "No...more talking, John... Just touch me..." His breath is shallow and quick as his chest rises and falls, fingers curling into fists and claws bursting through his nailbeds because, Christ, he's still transforming.

"Of course, love. Let's start with this chest of yours."

John's determined to see this through to the end, to make sure his mate is safe and sated. He groans softly as he lowers his mouth to Ezra's chest again, working his tongue in slow, lazy circles. Each spurt of milk tastes sweeter and thicker than the last and John can't help but savour it, savour the fruits of his claiming bite. His lips are sealed around one nipple, a large, warm hand working the other breast, as Ezra writhes beneath him, bucking and whining. He can feel just how ready his mate is, pulse fluttering as his cunt drips with slick. The milk that floods his mouth is delicious, like the sweetest honey, and John can't resist gulping it down greedily. There's so much of it, Ezra is so full, his chest tender and ripe, and John feels his stomach grow heavy with the sheer volume he's drank. He continues to suckle, the sound sloppy and wet as Ezra mewls below, his cunt twitching with need. John can smell it; the thick, musky scent of Ezra's slick, clinging to the air and flooding his senses. He draws away with a soft gasp, panting heavily.

"Do you think you could cum from this, love? From filling my mouth? Drinking from you is..." He huffs out, lust threatening to consume him. "I could do it for hours." Ezra whimpers and nods.

"Mm-hmm... Th-Think so..." He whines and John purrs, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along the soft flesh of his mate's chest.

"Good boy. Here, let me make you cum. I can't imagine how much you need it." John lowers his head again and latches onto Ezra's nipples, laving his tongue over sensitive flesh, his lips and beard slick with milk. His nipples are abused and sore but every tug of John's mouth sends a bold of pleasure straight between the younger man's legs.

And John can imagine it; Ezra heavy and round with pups, chest full with milk, leaking through his shirt steadily. He'd need to be brought to orgasm over and over just to satisfy him. John could drink from him every night when he got home, stepping through the door and seeing his mate all swollen and begging for him. His mouth would water and he'd rip open his clothes, taking Ezra then and there. It's delicious fantasy, too much to take, and John grinds against the sheets, his knot pulsing. He reaches down, taking his cock in hand, working it in smooth strokes. It's too good to deny himself the pleasure now.

Ezra's legs shake as his chest heaves, pushing himself against John's warm, demanding mouth. The need to cum is getting stronger and stronger, coiling deep in his belly. It's a steady build, a rush of heat that has him trembling, struggling to ride it. His heartbeat echoes in his ears as he whimpers as his climax hits. Milk floods over John's tongue like a dam's broken and with every pulse, Ezra's dick spurts too as his cunt drenches the sheets with slick. He cries and whimpers, writhing on the damp sheets, thighs shuddering and chest heaving. He becomes boneless and pliant, riding his bliss with shaky puffs. John's not far behind, cock slick with pre-cum and he grunts, sliding the tip into his mate's empty, begging cunt. He's overwhelmed by the thought of Ezra, pregnant and satisfied and milked dry, and the mere idea sends him over the edge. With a groan, John spills inside, his semen creamy and hot, but he doesn't knot them together. Yet.

John pulls back, knot still throbbing, to watch Ezra's swollen hole glisten with slick and cum. His fangs are fully out, pups aching to be planted inside his mate, as Ezra gazes up at him, eyes wet with tears. "That's the first one, love. Don't worry, I'm going to have you stuffed full..." John sounds wrecked, half-wild, his voice dark with satisfaction. He can't believe it. He must be in heat too now, brought on by seeing just how debauched his lovely mate is. John can hardly think straight, not with how much thick, sweet milk still drips from Ezra's breasts. All John wants to do is fuck his young lover hard and fast and fill him with pups while drinking him dry. "Count for me, Ezra. Count how many loads I put in you." John's gaze is full of desire as he surges forwards, letting his wolf take over. He rips a mating growl from his throat and, at the very sound, Ezra whimpers and writhes, his hole clenching tight.

"That's the f-first, John..." He breathes weakly, fingers curling into the bedsheets.

"Well done, love. I'll make sure you're properly bred by the time I'm done with you, then give you a nice hard breeding with my knot. Maybe I'll drink from you while we're knotted, have some honeyed wine to go with it." That certainly seems to do the trick for the younger man who whines and arches his back, oozing more sweet, creamy slick and cum from his cunt.

John decides it's time the detective's neglected cock gets some attention this time. He lays on his side — so he's able to reach his own dick — between Ezra's shaking, trembling thighs.

"You have such gorgeous legs, love." John sighs, pressing kisses along the side of the younger man's knee before heading north. He peppers kisses and bites along Ezra's inner thighs, getting closer and closer to where his mate so desperately needs him. "And they only look better when you spread them for me..." John whispers, stopping to take in the sight of Ezra's cunt, already puffy and filled with cum. He can't help but admire the sight, licking his lips at the opportunity to breed his mate so thoroughly. He thinks he might die from overstimulation if he cums as many times as he intends to but Ezra's soft, pathetic moans are adorable and his hole quivers for him... John could fill his mate for months with the pups he'll put in him today...

Turning his attention to Ezra's dick, John presses wet kisses along the base, where pre-cum has pooled in the short, dark brown hair. Ezra jerks, whining loudly, his aching, used body demanding he be filled over and over. He barely has the energy to keep himself awake but he tries. Gazing up at the young detective, John leans down and trails his tongue over the tip of Ezra's aching dick. The sweet, salty taste of Ezra's precum is delicious and John feels his mate whimper and moan. "Such a sweet, little cock... Perfect and sticky and made for my mouth..." He rasps out and the young man moans, his wet hole clenching around nothing, growing needier and more desperate by the moment.

Slowly, deeply, John takes Ezra's dick into his mouth. Bless him; his mate's cock is adorably small. Taking Ezra to the root is hardly a challenge but that's a non-issue. Each stilted thrust into John's warm, willing mouth brings the detective closer and closer to the edge. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest and his breathing comes in heavy gasps. But for such a small piece, the amount of pre it produces is incredible and John drinks it down, his throat filled with the rich, salty flavour.

"J-John... God, your m-mouth is so... I-It's so... Ohh—" Ezra struggles to speak, his thoughts consumed by a feverish haze. He digs his claws into the sheets as John swallows around his cock. His thighs tremble with pleasure as he arches off the sheets, struggling to steady his breathing. One hand slides down to card through John's dark, sweat-matted hair, Ezra's lust-darkened eyes lidded as he watches John take him down over and over. He feels a tingle shoot through his spine and his thighs tighten. His toes curl as he grips the sheets tighter, threatening to tear the fabric. John pulls away for a moment, working Ezra's cock with one hand and his own with the other.

"That's right, love, let me hear how good it is." John smirks as his sweet mate makes so many sinful noises, writhing on the sheets. As he strokes Ezra's dick with one hand, John brings his other hand down and begins rubbing at his own knot, already so close to cumming again. "Think about how full you'll be when we're finished. I'll have fucked so many pups into you by the time you've reached your limit. Imagine yourself, six, seven, eight months pregnant with our pups, naked and overeager in our bed, your gorgeous body so soft and sore that I'd need to milk and suck you dry every night until you've finally got enough room for the rest of the pups." Ezra mewls at the description, no longer able to form coherent words.

John pumps his cock harder, shuffling up to fill the detective's slick cunt again. He slides just the tip inside as he spends, spilling the next load into Ezra's already overstuffed hole. "Cum for me, love. Give me what you've got." John demands and that's all Ezra needs to hear. His climax rips through him, every nerve on fire. Ezra writhes as his body convulses, bliss burning a white-hot trail up his spine. Cum oozes from his slit, nipples dripping with milk, cunt seizing around John's cockhead. The detective cums for what feels like hours, his whole body shaking with the intensity of the release. "There you are, love. I reckon we could pull one more out of you, hm?"

And now it's time to give the smaller man's tight, little cunt some attention with his hands and mouth, getting that sweet hole nice and ready for pups.

"I'll make sure you've got plenty of room before I put my knot in you, love." John's voice is already wrecked, husky and full of adoration. When he reaches Ezra's tight, puffy cunt, he takes a deep breath, taking in the scent of him; fresh slick and John's own musky semen. Reaching down, he firmly strokes his own cock, already eager to burst. Oh, but he wants to hear his mate moan and beg again, hear him curse and cry as John adds to the ache between his thighs. He licks a broad stripe over Ezra's overstimulated, abused hole, tasting himself and the younger man below him. It's a damn delicious combination, especially with the aftertaste of the detective's milk lingering under his tongue.

"W-Wait! No, it's too much— S-Sensitive!" Ezra gasps, writhing as his legs shake with overstimulation. He squeezes his eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sheer flood of sensations that fill his fevered mind.

"I need to stretch you wider, love, for our pups." John croons in response, leaning back in with the pointed tip of his tongue before dragging it over Ezra's swollen lips. God, he's absolutely dripping, cum and slick oozing from his loose entrance and pooling on the sheets below. "Look at how much you've taken so far." John purrs, working a finger into his mate's wet hole, curling up against the tender spot inside. "You can take more, I know you can, love." He sighs in approval. He braces both hands either side of Ezra's slick cunt before opening him up, putting him on display. Thick streams of cum trickle from inside him, making the lewdest sounds as they drip onto the sheets and collect in a milky puddle beneath him. Ezra's wails don't sound out of pain or fear or disgust — he wouldn't dare attempt to run from a wolf that had claimed him, as long as it sated him and his womb — rather, the sounds are born from pleasure, lust, desperation. Lust is eating him up from the inside.

"Weak... Sore... Hot... Too much... John..." Ezra strains out as his fevered mind burns through his survival instinct. Being with a wolf this way requires immense trust and John likes to think he's been a suitable partner for the young detective. Gently, slowly, he guides Ezra's hand down to his greedy, pulsing hole. He looks almost feverish, gazing up at his mate with blown-wide pupils, only the slimmest ring of hazel-gold left. Ezra knows that look. It's want, it's lust, it's love, all combined and when that look is fixed on John alone, Ezra really could be put on cloud nine.

"Don't worry, love, soon. I'll knot you next." John promises, propping himself up and shuffling onto his knees. His own cock is huge and red and almost painfully stiff. "God, you look amazing like this. So lovely..." He growls and Ezra automatically spreads himself. He slowly raises his legs, holding his ankles over his head to allow his slick, puffy hole better access. His juices and his lover's cum combine, spilling over his swollen folds and staining the sheets below. It's a true reward to see the young detective spread himself, displaying his dripping cunt like he is. John whistles lowly, sucking in a breath, taking in the sight, feeling his stomach flutter at the display. "You've done so well, love." The older man says. "We're almost done now and then we can start cleaning you up, alright? How does it feel, love, having so much inside you?"

"Need you to...knot me, John... Pump me full of pups, make me your mate, knot me, breed me, love me, help me get rid of this heat, John..." Ezra whines breathlessly. 

"Of course, love, I'll help you. One last one. You'll be so pretty carrying them, Ezra. So round and swollen with our pups. Do you think your little chest can handle feeding them too?" John positions himself over his mate, cock in hand, staring down at Ezra's tempting, blushing body. The younger man looks up at John, so much adoration in his gold-ringed eyes. John's never wanted anything so badly before. The thought of Ezra pregnant, large and full of John's pups, makes something in his hindbrain short-circuit, his mouth drying.

"Mm-hmm... Would feel so good, feeding all your pups, having you care for me..." Ezra whispers. "Put them in me, John, I'm ready, please..."

And John can't hold back anymore. He grabs Ezra's trembling thighs and angles his hips, his chest heaving as he grinds the tip of his cock against the detective's leaking hole.

"Make sure you're loud for me, love. Need to make sure this load reaches deep and need to make sure that you're... Well, that you're enjoying it." John lets the excitement show in his voice, shifting himself slightly before sliding into the wet, dripping body laid out for him. Ezra gasps, scrunching up his eyes as a fresh gush of slick drains from inside him. He moans with the relief and it's bliss. He feels the familiar ache of John's hot flesh opening him up, cock splitting him in half. Even though he's already loose, it's still a tight fit. John is so big and the amount of fluid already filling his cunt is enough to make his thighs sticky and trembling. "That's right, love, let me fill you up... You feel so good, I'll have you bred in no time..." John can't resist dirty talk when he's balls-deep in Ezra's sopping cunt. Predictably, Ezra cries out, thighs shuddering.

"J-John... Need it hard and f-f-fast... Breed me up, pump my belly...!" Ezra begs, hands trying to claw at John's broad chest as the older man continues to slide into him, the friction already making Ezra sweat anew. John chuckles, his features softened with affection as he ruts up against the younger man, nudging himself even deeper. He can feel Ezra's wet, sticky heat wrapping around him, swallowing him up. God, he's so deep and his mate's insides are so syrupy-soft and yielding, so eager to receive him.

As soon as he's hilted himself inside, John pulls his hips back before snapping them forward again, Ezra's ripe, swollen cunt resting just above his aching knot. He starts fucking the younger man in earnest, letting his instincts take over as he becomes a babbling mess of filthy, growling words. The headboard slams against the wall in time with John's thrusts, a testament to just how much the detective's heat had spurred him on. John's going to knot the poor thing; force him open, suck his chest dry, fill him up and plug him with his knot. He'll fuck him like a wild animal, a beast in the night, a mating growl rising in his throat, leaving a mark that'll never fade.

To stop the endless torrent of growls and snarls that leave his mouth, John lowers his head to Ezra's chest, taking a puffy, swollen nipple into his mouth and sucking. He kneads the soft flesh of the younger man's chest, biceps flexing, as he drinks and drinks and drinks. The milk is so sweet, so thick, as it leaks from Ezra's nipples, some of it dribbling down from the corner of his lips. Each deep swallow feels John's stomach expand, filled with creamy, tender milk. As he drinks, he picks up his pace, rutting deep into his love's body. They'll be such good fathers, the both of them; Ezra feeding and bathing their precious pups, John protecting and caring for them. Ezra will be a vision...and John will worship him...

They're both getting close now, Ezra a puddle below him, now unable to form words, only communicating through desperate whines and eager groans. His heart feels like it's going to burst from his chest, filled with the rush of endorphins and pleasure. He can't believe how good it feels being so full, stuffed and leaking, used but loved, claimed and mated. John is in a haze of lust and affection, barely hanging on but still wanting this to last just a few moments longer. He snaps his hips in and out of the trembling detective, drinking deeply from the younger man's chest. So sweet and creamy and nectar-thick, absolutely heavenly. It only drives him harder and faster, trying to push just a little deeper, a little further...

Then, John lets out this low rumbling growl and Ezra's last shreds of stamina give way. His cunt flutters wildly around John's cock, soaking him in slick and the dam holding him back breaks as Ezra cums, spurting ropes of fluid across John's chest and practically screaming as he writhes with pleasure. John's knot finally pops inside, tying their bodies together and making sure that every drop of spend stays inside, shooting into his lover's aching, fertile womb. The younger man's belly swells from the sheer volume of fluid pumped inside him, round and plump and tender and trembling. For a moment, John props himself up, chest coated with sweat and milk, breathing heavily, to see the most perfect thing... The younger man so blissed-out, fucked-out and sated.

They complete each other; Ezra takes well to being sated while John's adores breeding his sweet mate. The detective lays in the afterglow of the night, a deep ache between his thighs. All the breeding makes him drowsy and he settles into the wet sheets, blissfully euphoric. John stays still and cradles the younger man as he catches his breath, his knot slowly deflating inside the detective...

When John can finally move, he detangles himself from Ezra's body, pulling out and feeling the gush of fluid soak into the sheets. The younger man goes bright red, remembering himself as the lust begins to clear. To soothe him, John runs a hand over Ezra's swollen stomach. The thought of him actually pregnant, full of John's seed, his love... Just imaging Ezra's beautiful, lithe body, round and full with their pups... It fills the older man's chest with affection. He leans down and presses his lips to the warm skin.

"How are you feeling, love?" He asks softly. Ezra sighs, face scarlet.

"C-Could really use a bath... Sorry about that, John, I was—"

"Hush now, love. I'll draw you a bath and get these sheets changed, alright? You've had a rough night." John's concern only adds to the adoration in his gaze. John's so tempted to stay here, with his mate's plush body displayed, bloated and full of him but... Best not. He can't take another round himself, not yet anyway. So, with a great deal of reluctance, he sits up, presses a loving kiss to his mate's lips and heads to the bathroom to draw a bath, already beginning to feel the blissful ache between his legs. Ezra'll feel the ache tomorrow, he thinks with a smile as he starts to fill the tub. Maybe it would do for them to share the tub, wait until the warmth has cooled on Ezra's skin. He could fit his way between those long, pale, shaky legs and clean his mate thoroughly, milk him dry until his fingers are sticky and— A gentle groan echoes off the tiled floor and John realises it's his own. No. He shakes the thoughts free and grabs some fresh towels from the airing cupboard. They've both had more than enough for one night.

Once he's found a sufficient temperature, he leaves the water running, knowing it'll heat, before padding back to the bedroom where he sees the sight that greets him; Ezra is a truly debauched picture of pure feral affection; he's covered in sweat and milk and his mate's cum. Slick and semen is soaked through the bedsheets, soaking the mattress, and the scent is pungent, the sickly-sweet smell of their bonding. "Come on, love, let's get you cleaned up, shall we?"

[breedaboyd]

Day 18 ~ Wolf at the Door

Prompt: Olfactophilia (Scent Kink).

Pairing: John McBride × Ezra May (M!OC).

Word Count: 3k+

CW: Anal sex, cumflation, knotting, outdoor sex, scent kink, semi-public, teasing, throat-fucking.

The grand hall is a swirl of opulent fabrics and sparkling chandeliers, a symphony of voices and laughter that fills the air. Detective May navigates the crowd with a grace that belies the turmoil beneath his composed exterior. The occasion demands decorum but the proximity of John, the magnetic pull between them, is an irresistible force.

John, standing tall in his impeccable suit, is a pillar of composure. His canine senses, ever vigilant, detect the subtle changes in the air. He catches the undercurrent of Ezra's scent, a heady mix of arousal and heat, swirling hot and sweet around them. It's an intoxicating cocktail that stirs something primal within him.

As they exchange pleasantries with other guests, Ezra's touches, though seemingly innocent, are anything but. Fingertips brushing against John's arm, a subtle graze of their hands; it's a dance of temptation, a silent invitation that hangs between them. John's breath catches, his eyes fixed on Ezra's lips, aching to close the distance. He senses the primal part of him, the wolf within, stirring, its instincts urging him to claim what's his. He fights against it, the battle evident in the tightening of his jaw and the controlled tension in his body.

Ezra's laughter rings out, a melodic sound that reverberates. It's a siren's call, drawing him ever closer to the edge of restraint. He imagines sweeping Ezra away from the crowd, finding solace in the private chambers of his thoughts. Their eyes meet and, in that shared gaze, there's a spark of recognition, an acknowledgment of the tension between them. It's a silent understanding, a secret pact that thrums beneath the surface of polite conversation.

As the night wears on, the pull between them intensifies. Ezra's scent, now heavy and enveloping, weaves a spell that threatens to shatter John's control. He can't help but picture it; shoving him against the wall, growling and panting, as he slides inside, jamming his hips up against Ezra's, hearing him whine and beg...

He excuses himself, needing a moment to collect his thoughts, to rein in the feral instincts that threaten to consume him. The cool night air hits him like a pail of cold water, grounding him. He makes his way to a stone bench, breathing in deep, trying to clear his head. But even in the solitude of the garden, he can't escape Ezra's scent, lingering like a seductive promise. It's a maddening torment, the battle between restraint and desire, duty and want...

The night air hangs heavy with the scent of blooming roses and damp earth. Ezra's footsteps echo softly on the cobblestones as he wanders through the moonlit garden, the flickering lanterns casting long, dancing shadows. He's drawn to the stone bench nestled beneath an ancient oak tree, a hidden sanctuary.

As he approaches, he senses John's presence before he even sees him. The air seems to hum with a strange energy, a shift in the atmosphere. And then, there he is, perched on the bench, moonlight pooling around him like a shroud.

John looks up and his eyes gleam, two molten pools of gold that catch the moonlight, a stark contrast to the night sky. It's a sign; a warning. The beast within him is close to the surface, instincts threatening to break free. Ezra settles beside him and there's a charged silence, a palpable tension that hangs in the air. He can feel the weight of John's gaze on him, the hunger in it, and it sends a delicious thrill through him.

"You should be inside." John's voice is low, a rumble that seems to vibrate through Ezra's lean frame. Ezra turns to look at him, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"I needed some fresh air. Besides, the company in there was...lacking." He says, his tone teasing. Lacking what, Ezra? Lacking what? John's jaw tightens, a flash of frustration crossing his face.

"You're testing me, Ezra." He warns, his voice strained. Ezra's smile widens, a boldness taking hold of him. He shifts closer, their thighs brushing, and the scent of John washes over him, strong and savoury and animal. It's a potent cocktail, one that stirs something deep within him.

"I wonder, John." Ezra's voice is a sultry purr. "What about me tests your patience? Is it the way I touch you or maybe the way I look at you?" He asks, batting his bright emerald eyes at the older man. John's breath hitches, a dangerous edge creeping into his gaze. He's on the edge, teetering dangerously close to losing control.

"Ezra..." He warns again, his voice a low growl. But Ezra presses on, a fire burning in his eyes.

"Or is it the way you can't help but react to me? How your beast longs to be set free? Because I belong to you and you can't bear to see me close to someone else?" John's fingers clench on the edge of the bench, his knuckles turning white. He's struggling, the battle within him evident in every rigid line of his body. Ezra leans in, his lips brushing against John's ear, his breath a warm caress. "You're so close, John. I can feel it. Can you?" The words hang in the air; a challenge, a taunt. The scent of their arousal mingles, thick and delicious, and Ezra can almost taste the tension.

The spark that ignites the explosion is subtle, a taunting glint in Ezra's eye, a seductive tilt to his lips. John's control finally snaps. He lunges at Ezra with a feral growl and they crash onto the soft grass, the impact knocking the breath from them both.

Ezra lands on his back, John on top of him, a wild, untamed hunger in his eyes. His mouth finds Ezra's neck, and he attacks with a rabid fervour, nipping, biting and licking as if he can't get enough. The sensation sends shivers through Ezra's body and he can't help but arch into John's touch.

"John...!" He gasps, his voice a heady mix of desire and need. John's hands are everywhere, gripping Ezra's shoulders, his hips, his thighs, as if he's trying to anchor himself to reality. But his control has shattered and there's a desperation in his touch that Ezra finds intoxicating.

Ezra's fingers tangle in John's hair, nails scratching at his scalp. He leans in, lips brushing against John's ear and whispers teasingly. "Doesn't it feel so good, John? To let go and finally give in?"

The words only seem to fan the flames of John's feral desire. He moves lower, his lips tracing a burning path along Ezra's collarbone, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt-sweet skin at the hollow of his throat.

Ezra's voice is a sultry purr as he continues to tease, his fingers carding through John's hair and scratching him behind the ear in a way that makes John shiver with delight. "You're gorgeous like this; wild and feral for me."

John's response is a growl, a sound that rumbles through Ezra's chest. He surges forward, capturing Ezra's lips in a kiss that's fierce and consuming. It's all tongue and teeth and sweet, sweet, wanton need. John's eyes gleam with a fierce intensity, the primal beast within him clawing at the surface, demanding release. John reaches up with shaking hands and the sound of fabric ripping tears through the air as scraps of fabric flutter onto the grass.

Ezra's breath comes in quick, shallow gasps, his heart pounding with a heady mix of desire and trepidation. His suit, once impeccable, lies in tatters, testament to John's relentless need. John moves closer, his movements predatory. He doesn't ask, doesn't seek permission; he simply acts.

His hands, powerful and unyielding, find the remnants of Ezra's suit and with a low growl, he tears it away. Buttons scatter like leaves in the wind, fabric shreds like paper, leaving Ezra exposed and vulnerable. "John..." Ezra gasps, a mix of desire and surrender in his voice. John's lips brush Ezra's ear as he snarls possessively, his words a raw declaration of ownership.

"Belong to me." He murmurs, his voice low and commanding. "Have to claim you." Ezra's fingers dig into the grass beneath him as John's mouth blazes a searing trail down his neck. The sensations are a whirlwind of pleasure and pain, sending sparks of electricity dancing across his skin.

John's hands roam Ezra's body, rough and hungry, mapping every curve, branding his touch into Ezra's memory. They trace lower, grabbing Ezra's cock in a powerful grip. Ezra's body arches, a helpless plea for more as he surrenders to John's exploration, to the primal force that consumes them both.

"John, please..." He groans, his voice a fervent whisper. John's lips move lower, igniting a wildfire in their wake. He breathes hot and ragged against Ezra's skin, the urgency of his need driving him to the edge. Ezra's fingers clutch at John's hair, urging him closer, deeper into the maelstrom of sensation. He's lost, utterly consumed by John's desire, by the relentless hunger that seizes them.

As John continues his descent, tracing a fiery path down Ezra's body, his words become a desperate mantra.

"Mine. Always." He growls, the word a declaration, a promise of possession. Ezra shudders, his body trembling with need, with the desire to belong. John's hands continue their feverish exploration, rough and unyielding, marking Ezra as his own.

"Always." Ezra echoes, his voice a heady mix of surrender and longing.

John flips Ezra over on the grass, one strong arm wrapped around the smaller man's midsection to keep their bodies pressed flush together. The young man doesn't have to be a detective to feel the huge bulge pressing against his backside, only contained by John's drawers and suit pants. A jolt of arousal shoots through him as he grinds back against John, earning himself a low rumble in response. John reaches down to tear open his pants and his cock springs free, thick and pulsing. Ezra can't help but lick his lips at the feeling, and John shivers as he slicks the shaft with pre-cum. He rocks his hips forward, grinding against Ezra's hole and spreading the slick over his tight rim. 

"Ready?" He growls, the tension and barely restrained desire evident in his voice. Ezra nods frantically, aching to be filled, to be claimed. John thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke, Ezra's hot body taking him all the way to the top of his knot. The sensation is almost too much, the sudden stretch and fullness making Ezra gasp and writhe beneath him. He grabs at handfuls of grass, tearing it from the soil, as he feels John fill him to the brim. "You smell so good..." John groans, his voice a heady mixture of desire and surrender. Ezra's scent is intoxicating, drawing him deeper, already pushing him towards the edge.

He begins to move, setting a punishing pace, the intensity of his need driving him wild. Each powerful stroke grinds against Ezra's prostate, sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. His fingers claw at the earth, desperately seeking purchase as he's swept away in the tide of sensation.

"Christ, John...!" He gasps, the primal fire consuming them both. John buries his face in the crook of Ezra's neck, inhaling the scent of sweat and warm flesh. Oh, how he longs to dig his teeth into the skin, deeper, deeper... The scent of him is intoxicating, sweet and heady, and John can't get enough as he fucks Ezra into the lawn, hard and fast.

Ezra moans wantonly beneath him, each thrust eliciting a new, delicious sound. John's knot begins to swell, stretching Ezra's tight hole even further. The sensations are overwhelming, pushing them both to the brink. "J-John, I can... God, I can feel you in my belly..." The older man's hips buck forward, filling Ezra's body over and over, burying himself in the tight heat of his body. Ezra trembles beneath him, the intensity threatening to tear him apart.

But then, before John can finish, he pulls out and the smaller man's body feels so empty as he's lowered down onto the grass. He turns over to look at John. Gold rings the older man's eyes, a sign of the beast breaking free. "Why... Why did you stop?" He asks and John shakes his head slowly as he reaches up to grasp Ezra's jaw.

"Because I want to use that sweet mouth of yours, darling." He purrs and Ezra's eyes widen in a mix of fear and excitement.

John moves into position, dragging the head of his cock along Ezra's lips, the young detective's body laid out before him, exposed to the cool night air.

"Open for me, love." He orders, voice low and smooth, and Ezra finds himself obeying before he can register it. John slowly slides inside Ezra's mouth, the sweet-salty taste of him making Ezra shudder with pleasure. "Good boy." John growls, his hand wrapping around the younger man's neck, feeling how his cock makes the young detective's throat bulge. Ezra shudders as John slides in, inch by inch, slowly cutting off his air supply, especially with the large, warm hand wrapped around his neck.

The sensation is overwhelming; the taste of him, the weight of him, it's all too much. John's eyes gleam golden hue, a wild hunger in his gaze. "Now, keep that mouth open." He surges forward, fully fucking Ezra's mouth with a primal intensity, claiming him, possessing him, in a way that no-one else ever could. Very few could take John's size, especially in their mouth, but Ezra has had practice. Still, the older man relishes in watching the way his pretty, emerald eyes roll back into his skull, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as he gags.

John's eyes dart between Ezra's legs, the way his cock is twitching and leaking lets him know that the young detective is enjoying every second of this; the cock deep in his throat, the lack of air, the feeling of the grass against his bare skin, the exposure and John... Just John... John everywhere. "Fuck, Ezra... Such a good little whore for me." He grunts, hips bucking forward,  sliding in and out of Ezra's abused throat. He can feel the young detective swallowing around him, and the wet, hot, velvety pressure sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through him. But John knows he can't last much longer. He can feel the beast clawing at the surface, the primal need overwhelming. He can only stave off the beast for so long...

But then he's out. And John is lost in the feral lust of the wolf. He drives his cock deep into Ezra's throat, his knot pressing against the younger man's lips, not quite slipping in just yet. The sounds rising from the green are sloppy and wet, desperate and depraved. John leans over, bracing his hands on the younger man's chest as he bucks his hips against Ezra's face, hard and fast and deep. Ezra's hands rise to grab at John's thighs, nails digging into the flesh, clinging to him as the older man uses him for his own pleasure.

The beast roars to life, a wild, untamed hunger surging through him. He ruts against Ezra's mouth like a wild animal, a primal need driving him forward. John's hips buck forward, grinding against Ezra's face, his knot pressing against the young detective's lips, slick with spit and pre-cum. "Going to...spill straight into that belly of yours, love... Fill you to the brim..." He snarls, growls bubbling up in his throat as he loses control. Ezra's throat is slick and syrupy-soft around his cock and the younger man, he's almost certain, has passed out but he's getting so close. So, so close...

Finally, John reaches his peak and he works his knot into Ezra's mouth, anchoring himself in the smaller man's throat as he pours everything he has straight into Ezra's belly. Wave after wave of thick, hot cum fills Ezra's body, John's knot ensuring that none of it can escape. The sensation is overwhelming and the young detective's body shudders, his own release spilling across his stomach as he twitches. John's fingers tangle in Ezra's hair, gripping tightly as he rides out the aftershocks. He can feel Ezra swallowing around him, the sensation milking every drop from him.

He can feel Ezra's pulse, slow and weak, against the head of his cock, the young detective still desperately clinging to consciousness amid the lack of oxygen. "Not much more, Ezra, love..." John pants, his voice a heady mix of ferocity and tenderness. Ezra's emerald eyes are unfocused, glazed over with pleasure, the beast having stolen away his senses. John can feel the beast receding, the primal need sated for now. Finally, the beast is satisfied and John pulls his spent, over-sensitive cock from Ezra's throat, knot and all.

Slowly, Ezra blinks awake, his body trembling with exhaustion. His throat is sore, his lips swollen and his belly full.

"God, John..." He tries to sit up but his arms feel like jelly, collapsing under him as he lands back on the grass. John tucks himself away and takes off his jacket, draping it over the younger man's exposed body. "I... John..." He murmurs, gently palming at the swell of his stomach and feeling it swollen with copious amounts of John's thick semen.

"Shhh, Ezra, love. You did so well..." John purrs and moves closer, scooping the young detective up into his arms. Ezra's head lolls against the older man's chest, his emerald eyes closing again. John holds him close, his words a soft, soothing murmur. "Let's get you home." He whispers and Ezra smiles faintly, his voice a heady mixture of desire and surrender fighting with a contentment he's never felt before. John lifts him up and begins to walk back down the path towards the grand hall.

He'll deposit the young detective in his carriage before returning inside to say his goodbyes. Then, John will get them both back to his house, where they'll spend the rest of the evening curled up in his bed, whispering sweet nothings in Ezra's ear and holding him close. John's eyes gleam golden hue, a fierce intensity burning within. His beast has been sated, for now. But Ezra is his and his alone.

Always.

[breedaboyd]

My Man ~ John McBride

Pairing: John McBride ☓ Ezra May.

Word Count: 2.2k+

CW: Anal sex, church sex, dirty talk, marking, semi-public sex.

John McBride was never the religious type. His wife was. Well, when she was still alive. Before her life was cut short by the same beast that turned John into what he is today. He goes to sermons and says his prayers but there's no heart behind it. After all, what kind of God would create such a creature and take his family from him? So, safe to say, John's faith never went very far.

Ezra May used to be the religious type. Yet, seeing the things he has as a detective, it's easy to lose one's faith. He was a choir boy once so he still goes to church, out of habit, but he just can't get past the more troubling sins he sees. God can't love the men they hang for murder and he can't love those who prey on children, can he? So, safe to say, Ezra's faith is as dead as the victims that lay in the streets.

Still, they both have reputations to uphold.

Both of them are sat in the nave of the church, listening to the priest going on about family and loving thy neighbour or something along those lines. John has started zoning out. This priest is quite long-winded and it's getting dark outside. Thankfully, it seems like it should be coming to a close soon; he's getting out the communion wafers and wine. Thank God... Heh.

Communion is going around and Ezra makes his way to the altar to take it. He's the picture of innocence, putting a hand to his chest as he lowers himself to his knees. Oh, God, John's seen that before... But he looks so young and pure with those wide, green eyes and those round, rosy cheeks. Once John gets him home, he'll ruin that face for sure, if they even get that far... The priest holds the goblet of wine and Ezra looks up at the Father. He takes the goblet into his own hands softly, not even looking before accepting the blessing into his mouth. He lets a little of the wine spill from the corner of his mouth. The younger man licks his lips and murmurs softly as the goblet is set down. Fuck, he knows what he's doing... And then it's the wafer and John has to brace a hand in his knee so he doesn't squirm. Ezra lets his eyes flutter shut before parting those plump, pink lips of his, kitten tongue peeking out. John's biting the inside of his cheek and he has to hold back a moan when Ezra lets out a soft noise, the wafer placed gently on his tongue. Even the priest seems to flush as the younger man looks up at him, pulling his fingers away. Ezra leaves his mouth open a mere second longer than he has to and the priest nearly stutters over the prayer.

"Thank you, Holy Father." Ezra sighs, pushing himself to his feet. John bites his lip and forces himself to look away as the younger man makes his way back to the pew with a gentle saunter. The two say nothing but Ezra throws him a little smirk and John has to swallow the dryness in his throat. Oh, it's going to be a long night.

Finally, finally, the priest seems like he's done. He says a few final words and everyone races off, including the priest. Seems he's quick when he wants to be. Christ. He seems to usher everyone out with haste to close the church, accidentally leaving John and Ezra behind. They have no intentions of leaving. Not just yet.

John turns on the pew, gently pulling away Ezra's high collar to reveal the mass of inky-dark bite-marks that litter his neck.

"You seemed awfully devout today. Feeling particularly penitent today, are we?" John asks, trailing a knuckle down the younger man's neck, admiring the bruises.

"I wasn't feeling particularly devoted before my sin." Ezra purrs.

"And what is your sin?" The younger man grins, a hint of wickedness in those kind, emerald eyes.

"I lay with another man, good sir. He is like a wild beast and he takes me with the passion and fury of such. He is handsome and kind and I love him more than anything." Ezra admits, letting John strip him down with his eyes. "Today, I laid on my knees before a man of God and drank in the word of the Lord with his seed still inside me. Surely, if a God existed, he would strike me down for such blasphemy, would he not?" The older man hums, gripping the younger man's jaw and turning his head to face him.

"Then I must confess a sin of my own."

"Oh? And what might that be, Doctor McBride?" Oh, God, Ezra saying his name like that sends a shudder down his spine. John leans in close, so close that their lips nearly touch. He can taste the wine on Ezra's lips, sweet and tart.

"I lay with another man myself. He is gorgeous and young and fierce and I worship the ground he walks on. I've bedded him more times than I can count and each time has been like the first. More passionate than the last. Surely, if a God exists, he would strike us both down for the abomination that is a union with another man. Do you think it likely we'd be struck down?"

"Maybe. One can only hope." Ezra sighs as John tilts his head to one side, dragging his lips against a particularly deep bruise on his neck.

"Your man, is he good to you, Detective May? Does he tell you how lovely you are? How beautiful and sinful you are?"

"Yes, sir." Ezra replies airily, closing his eyes as John brings his mouth to his neck. He leaves a warm, soft kiss on that nasty bruise before he starts licking over it with the soft warmth of his tongue. "My man... He's a good man, he loves me so much. He takes such good care of me. He calls me 'his'. Ohh, I'm a wild animal when he's inside me, good sir." John brings a hand down to cup Ezra through his trousers and the younger man keens. They both get a kick out of this sort of game and it's far from over.

John leads Ezra to the altar and lifts him onto it, pressing his hips between the younger man's thighs.

"Tell me more about your man, Detective May."

"When I'm with him, my poor mind goes blank and the only thing I know how to do is suck cock and beg. Oh, it's so unlike me. I'm intelligent in my own right, see, but the moment my man puts his hands on me, it's as if I never knew how to read or write. I'm simply a slave to him." John unbuttons Ezra's waistcoat and shirt and parts the material to get to the younger man's chest. "But he's... O-Ohh... But he's not selfish with me, sir. He demands so much from me... But he gives me so much in return." John sucks and kisses along his collarbone, toying with the tender skin between his teeth. The whine that ripples through him echos in the hallowed halls of the church. "J-John..."

"This man of yours, is he wealthy?"

"So-so."

"Is he smart?"

"Extremely." Warm hands skim down Ezra's sides, contrasting with the chill in the air and making him shiver. "Doctor McBride..."

"Does he ever do something to make you doubt him?"

"No, never, he tells me he's going to marry me someday." Oh, sweet Jesus, Ezra always knows exactly what to say and it's working far too well. John lays a trail of kisses along the younger man's chest, stopping over his heart.

"And would you accept?" He asks, voice barely above a whisper.

"In a heartbeat." Ezra replies without hesitation and John groans, purring low in his throat as he looms over the younger man. Oh, Ezra... The older man's heart aches in his chest. He leans forward, capturing Ezra's mouth in a searing kiss. The detective pulls his nails down John's arms, leaving raised, red lines and oh, how he growls. He's got Ezra pinned to the altar and he keeps him there as he pulls away slightly.

"Tell me more about this man of yours, Detective. He sounds too good to be true." John says, trailing his mouth along Ezra's sternum, nipping at the soft skin.

"He is... He really, really is... But somehow I found him and he's mine now." The younger man sighs, arching his back. "My beautiful beast... So smart and handsome and... D-Doctor McBride... H-H-Hahh..." John dips a hand down, unbuttoning Ezra's trousers and sliding them down his smooth thighs along with the younger man's drawers to free his erection. This earns a soft gasp from him. "My man... He takes me to his house and strips me bare. He's usually so tender with me but sometimes... Sometimes he can't even wait until I'm ready for him to be inside me. H-He has me on my stomach and I can't see what he's doing to me but, God, it feels so... John, please..." His trousers and drawers are pulled all the way off, tossed behind the older man as John unbuttons his own trousers and releases his cock. He spits in his palm and smooths it across the heated flesh, making it gleam. "Doctor McBride, tell me... Tell me about your man, your fierce, young man." The younger man asks, eyelids fluttering as John presses the crown of his cock to Ezra's rim.

"Oh, Ezra..."

John presses against him until the muscle gives, letting him slide in as deep as possible, nearly all the way to the hilt. The older man lets out a sigh and the younger man hisses but, damn him, he relaxes in seconds. He's blessedly tight, sinfully hot, just perfect.

"My man... My Ezra... He's gentle and kind and he's beautiful. You wouldn't believe how perfectly he fits in my arms. Not a scratch on him, save what I do to him." John rolls his hips and Ezra gasps. "But when he's on his knees, it's like having the world in my hands... God, he drives me absolutely wild." Ezra drops his head back to the altar and moans as John begins thrusting, building up a slow pace. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been four months since my last confession." He murmurs, thumbing over a sensitive nipple, rolling it between his fingers. "I've laid with Ezra May eighty-seven times. Tonight will be my eighty-eigth. I love him so much... Hail Mary full of Grace..." John leans down over the altar, forcing himself to pick up the pace, but God, it's a chore. Being inside Ezra is just heavenly. "Our Lord is with thee." He growls as Ezra squirms and moans underneath him. "Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus." He grabs onto the younger man's hips, starting to drive into him with some force. "Amen." Ezra's whimpering and reaching for him, pulling his face to his.

"John, you pray beautifully..." Ezra manages through breathy sighs, clawing at the fabric of John's coat. John slows for a moment to hike the younger man's leg up around his hip so he can hold his thigh. "J-John... Oh, God... Father, forgive me, for I am full of sin..." He's panting into the Doctor's ear and making the older man twitch and groan. John grins against Ezra's neck, leaving soft kisses across the marks there. He can feel the younger man beginning to tighten around him. "So, so full of sin... Fo-For a hundred-and-twenty-eight days, I've been l-layed by John McBride. He's so handsome and kind and... M-Mercy, Lord..."

"Come now, darling, you can do better than that." John teases. Ezra whimpers as John slides his other hand down, curling his fingers around Ezra's cock.

"Please, Lord, tell me what to do... T-Tell me right from wrong. I can't seem to tell anymore... There's so many h-hypocrites... A-Ahh... Ah! I-I'm a sinner... F-Forgive me, Father... John, I'm nearly...th-there..." John thrusts forward and pins Ezra's body down to the altar, rendering him unable to squirm. Ezra looks up at John in hazy adoration. "John..." The younger man manages. "Father... I-I'm in love with a man. He completes me...in every way... He's magnificent and he's my world. I-I'll never leave him and... Ohh, I don't think I could even if I wanted to. I l-love him s-so much..." John starts pumping Ezra in time with his thrusts and the detective starts whimpering. "John, please, I can't...I can't take any more... I'm so close."

"Cum for me, Ezra."

"John, I... Ha-aah-ah! Aaah!" John shifts and pushes hard and Ezra yelps. The younger man clenches around him almost painfully as his cock jerks, spilling himself onto John's fingers and his own stomach. John makes him ride it out until he's trembling underneath him. Ezra opens his eyes and looks up at the older man with wet eyes, looking beautiful in his ecstacy, more innocent than a saint, splayed out against the altar. "P-Please, John, fill me..." He groans and John's so close that the words do it.

"Ezra, fuck..." As John cums, it feels like molten wax pulsing inside the younger man, flooding him over and over again. Ezra lets his head drop back as John pants through it, going still and sighing. "Ohh, Ezra..." John knows it's heretical, disgraceful and disgusting. But when Ezra smiles up at him, there's no other place he'd rather be.

"You are altogether beautiful, my darling; there is no flaw in you."

Song of Solomon 4:7

[breedaboyd]

93 with Dr. McBride?

Prompt: "Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

Pairing: Werewolf!John McBride × Werewolf!Reader.

Word Count: 770.

CW: Mating cycles.

A/N: Spooky! I was actually hoping I'd be able to write some John today. Anon, you are my saviour.

The air feels charged, heavy with an energy you can't quite grasp. Your skin tingles, every nerve on edge, and you're breathless, consumed by a sensation you've never experienced before. It's your first heat, an onslaught of need that has you trembling with desire.

As you stand in your room, feeling feverish and sweaty, the door opens and John finally steps in. His eyes, usually so controlled, are dark with something primal. He crosses the space between you in a heartbeat, his presence alone sending shivers down your spine.

"My love..." He breathes, his voice a low rumble that resonates through you. Your heart races as he approaches and then his arms are around you, pulling you close, possessive and urgent. His nuzzles against your neck, his breath hot against your skin, and you can't suppress the moan that escapes your lips. His scent is intoxicating, familiar and comforting, but now it carries an edge of something more; something raw, earthy and red-hot. "Don't worry, love. I'll take care of you." He murmurs against your skin, his words possessive and primal as he gently nips at your collarbone. "Mmnn... You smell...delicious." Your body responds instinctively, craving his touch, his attention. You feel feral, lost in a haze of need that clouds your thoughts.

He pulls you onto his lap, his lips finding yours in a fierce, desperate kiss. His mouth moves against yours with an urgency that matches your own, his teeth nipping at your upper lip. It's a kiss that's both demanding and worshipful. "Mine..." He growls against your lips, his fingers digging into your hips. His touch is possessive, claiming, and you can't help but arch into him, seeking more. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss as your need doubles, triples in intensity. As your lips part, breathless and wanting, his gaze meets yours and you see a feral hunger there; a hunger that matches your own. His fingers trace the line of your jaw, his touch claiming and tender all at once. "My mate, my love..." He whispers, his voice a mixture of need and reverence. "My everything..."

The room feels charged, every touch and glance sparking a fire that burns hotter with each passing moment. Your skin is alive with sensations, your heart racing as desire surges through you. It's as if the air itself has thickened, heavy with a hunger that's impossible to ignore.

John's eyes are no longer the calm, controlled pools you're used to. They're darker, feral and the hunger in them sets your pulse racing. As his fingers trace the line of your jaw, a shiver runs down your spine. His touch is rougher now, possessive and urgent. "Mine..." He growls, his voice a low rumble that resonates through your bones. His words send a jolt of need through you and you can't help the whimper that escapes your lips.

The mask of control that usually cloaks him is slipping, giving way to something more primal. And you want it, crave it, your own instincts responding to his. He roughly pulls you against him, his body pressed against yours in a way that leaves no room for escape. His lips find yours in a bruising kiss, demanding and fierce. Your hands find their way to his hair, tugging at the dark strands as your mouths move hungrily against each other. The kiss is a battle of wills, a clash of desires that leaves you both breathless. His teeth graze your top lip and a gasp escapes you, mingling with a moan as his tongue explores your mouth. His hands roam your body with a possessive fervour, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

"John..." You gasp, your voice a plea and a demand all at once. He looks at you with eyes that burn with fiery need, his control slipping further. There's a hunger in his gaze, a wildness that matches your own. The air is thick with tension as he grinds up against you, his lips finding your neck, marking you with rough kisses. Each touch, each nip, sends sparks of pleasure through you, the sensation almost too much to bear.

"My love, you're perfect..." He growls again, his voice a mantra that reverberates through the room. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving marks that match the ones he's left on your hips. The ache between your legs is a maddening need, an urgency that you can't ignore.

"John, please..." You whimper, your voice a desperate plea, as he pins you to the bed, growling and snarling.

You're in for it now...

[breedaboyd]

Could I get #14 with John McBride?

Prompt: "Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me." (Prompt by @delusionisaplace.)

Pairing: John McBride × GN!Reader.

Word Count: 301.

A/N: Ughhh. Werewolf husband. I love him so so so so much. (I don't think I've explained my HCs about John. One, he totally got bitten at some point so he has the beast lurking in him somewhere, and two, after the events of the movie, he went to work in a mortuary to put his pathology qualification to good use.)

In the hushed stillness of the mortuary, the fire casts elongated shadows on the polished surfaces. The scent of antiseptic mingles with the rich undertones of aged wood, creating an atmosphere heavy with solemnity. The room's usual purpose is temporarily forgotten as it becomes a canvas for something far more alive.

Above you, John looms, his eyes dark and his breath uneven. The intensity of his gaze ignites a wildfire within you, rendering you breathless and overwhelmed. His fingers, rough from embalming chemicals, trail along your exposed skin, alighting every nerve with sensation. He feel so good inside you; stretching you open, filling you out. Every stroke of his hips has you gasping for more. You feel so small and vulnerable under his intense, hungry gaze. Unable to take it anymore, you turn your head to the side and let your eyes flutter shut. The moment feels almost too much to bear but John's touch is so gentle, a soothing caress, as his fingers thread through your hair. His touch is a silent reassurance, coaxing you to turn your head back towards him. His voice is a soft murmur, a melody that resonates deep within you.

"Don't close your eyes, love." He breathes, his voice laced with tenderness. "Look at me." His words are a plea, a sweet command that resonates through you, and you find yourself unable to resist. Slowly, you turn your head, your gaze meeting his. "Gorgeous..." He whispers, his voice a fervent confession. His hand cradles your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin in a gentle, soothing gesture. The intensity of his gaze holds you captive, a willing prisoner to the depths of his affection.

As he leans down and his lips brush against yours, the world falls away, and there's only the two of you.

[breedaboyd]

ohhh 3 with john mcbride x ftm reader pls

Prompt: "Kiss me."

Pairing: John McBride × FTM!Reader.

Word Count: 515.

CW: Creampie, office sex, vaginal sex.

In the candle-lit confines of John's study, the air is thick with the scent of sex. The soft flicker of candlelight casts dancing shadows on the walls as you find yourself seated on his lap, your breath mingling with his in the close proximity. His arms wrap tight around your waist, helping you keep pace as you bounce in his lap.

"John..." You manage to murmur, your voice husky and low. His eyes, dark and intense, lock onto yours, longing swirling within them.

"Ohh... My love, you feel...incredible..." He stammers, his words failing him as his chest heaves. Your fingers gently trace the contours of his face before tangling in the dark hair at the back of his neck as he fills you perfectly.

"Please, John." You whisper, your voice a soft plea. "Kiss me." His resolve crumbles as your words reach his ears and he lets out a shuddering breath. Leaning in, he captures your lips in a hungry, desperate kiss, his mouth moving against yours with a fervour that matches your own. The taste of his tongue is intoxicating as he licks his way past your lips, ravaging your mouth. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, moaning against one another's lips. John's grip tightens around your waist, his fingers pressing into your skin as if he's afraid you might vanish. His lips trail down your jawline, leaving a fiery path of kisses, until he finds the sensitive spot at the crook of your neck that makes you whine and sob. He knows just how to touch you, just how to kiss you. He's dangerous and you melt in his arms.

"Darling..." He breathes, his voice a hoarse whisper against your skin. "God, you're... You're perfect... In every way..." Your heart races at his words, the weight of his affection igniting a fire within you.

"John, please." You reply, your voice laden with urgency. "I'm so close...! I need it...faster!" He doesn't need any more encouragement. With a hungry growl, he captures your lips once more and stands, laying you on his desk as he thrusts inside you, over and over, hard and fast, like his life depends on it. Your bodies press closer, the heat between you reaching an almost unbearable intensity. You watch as he doubles over, looming over you as sweat rolls down his temple and his groans come in hot, heavy gasps. He loses himself in the wet heat of your body.

"Love, I'm... I'm going to... Oh, God..." He rests his head on your chest, breath shuddering as he nears his peak. You rake your fingers down his shoulders, pulling a hoarse whine from him. You feel your own body aching with the need to spend, heat boiling in your core.

"John, please...!" You gasp and he concludes with three, long, deep thrusts before his body stills and you feel him empty himself into you. Your body clenches around him as you reach your peak, back arching off the desk as his breathing begins to level out, pressing soft kisses along your collarbone.

"Perfect, love... Just...perfect."