With the last part of himself capable of noticing anything other than Irwin, Dagwood saw that Irwin’s bedroom was just as cluttered and disorganized as the rest of his apartment. Still, the carpet bore the distinctive lines of a recent vacuuming, and the room itself smelled rather nicely of air freshener.

The bed was covered in a clutter of clothes—clean, apparently, from the smell of fabric softener that clung to them still—and Dagwood ignored them while setting Irwin down on the edge. Irwin looked up at him with his eyes full of trust, so blue and open that it was painful.

Dagwood just looked at him for a long moment, taking in the sight of the younger man in front of him. Irwin was just so much different than he had expected. He’d built up a fragile, delicate person in his mind, a graceful dancer of a man, but the reality was that Irwin was awkward, with a weird sense of humor. He moved with an ungainly gait, his gangly limbs seeming to occasionally have a mind of their own.

Some part of him was glad that all his expectations had been turned on their head. Because he was dealing with a real person, not a fantasy. Irwin was real. He was alive. He breathed. He was perfect, for all the differences that others might call flaws.

Dagwood leaned down and touched their lips together. It wasn’t a kiss so much as it was a promise of things to come, though Dagwood didn’t know whether or not he was thinking short-term or very far into the future. It seemed best not to question it. They were here and that was all that mattered.

They were the most unmatched couple on the planet, but he would be damned if he didn’t think that somehow made them…the best.

Irwin looked up at him, breathless, waiting. His eyes sparkled and a flush of red had crept up into his cheeks, lending his pale skin a sweet amount of color. His hair was mussed up slightly. Dagwood felt his loins clench as he thought of how much more chaotic that hair would be when they were done here.

Dagwood pulled gently at the hem of Irwin’s shirt, pulling it up over his head. Irwin lifted his arms to assist. Tossing the shirt aside, Dagwood drank in the sight of the slender, delicate body before him. He could see slim ribs beneath the pale skin, and the thin nature of Irwin’s body excited him even more.

A thin orange fuzz of hair sprouted from Irwin’s chest, and a similar trail led down from his navel, disappearing out of sight beneath his jeans.

Leaning in, Dagwood pressed a kiss to Irwin’s stomach. He felt a shy touch of fingers in his hair, the contact fleeting. He smiled.

Leaning back down, he placed both hands on Irwin’s upper thighs. Keeping his left where it was, he moved the right around to directly over the place where Irwin’s erection was straining to be freed. His breath caught in his throat as the organ moved under his fingers, begging to be released from its prison.

Dagwood leaned down and kissed Irwin’s dick through the thick fabric. Irwin stiffened with surprise, and then shivered with a desire so fierce it nearly had him in convulsions.

An alpha was meant to be pleased, to have attention lavished upon him by subservient omegas. At least, that was the way other wolves seemed to see it. Dagwood understood that he was different from the other alphas, perhaps just by nature or because his martial arts training had softened him, calmed him instead of hardening him. To him, there was nothing manlier than giving pleasure just as generously as receiving it.

Other alpha wolves wouldn’t be caught dead doing certain sex acts. They would rather die than kneel at the feet of someone else. They were all insane, as far as he was concerned. Giving pleasure pleased him.

No doubt Irwin was wondering at this change of pace, this difference from what he’d been raised to expect from the dominant ones amongst his species. However, from the soft, growling purrs which emanated from his throat, he was enjoying it.

Dagwood drew back just enough to be able to reach the button to Irwin’s jeans. He popped it open with a twitch, and then drew down on the zipper. He pulled Irwin’s jeans down all the way off his thighs, revealing a pair of boxers with a pink waistband. The underwear itself was patterned like foliage, with leaves and flowers.

Irwin blushed a little, as if a very personal secret had just been revealed.

I’m looking forward to seeing what other pairs he has.

Casting the jeans aside, Dagwood did the same for those boxers.

Finally, Irwin was revealed to him in all his glory. Dagwood pulled in a pleased, surprised breath. Irwin’s dick was surprisingly lengthy, as if making up for what it lacked in girth. The member itself was pale, covered with delicate patterns of blue veins.

Dagwood slid his hand from Irwin’s thigh to the base of his shaft, where it emerged from a trimmed thatch of golden-red hairs. Irwin tensed up and arched his back. His ass squirmed on the mattress. “Ah!” he said, whimpering the word.

Dagwood just held his hand lightly where it was, waiting for the surge of pleasure to abate. He wanted to keep this going for much, much longer.

When it seemed as if Irwin was no longer in imminent danger of cumming, Dagwood leaned forward and kissed his tip. The swollen, red head was velvety against his lips, tasting of sweet salt.

Then, he drew back and stood to strip off his own clothes. It wasn’t as if he was unfamiliar with his own body, but to see himself reflected in Irwin’s eyes made him feel as if he was getting to know himself for the first time.

And, of course, he loved how Irwin’s eyes returned to his dick again and again as if he couldn’t look away.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Dagwood looked at Irwin and placed one hand on his thigh again. He wrapped the other around Irwin’s waist. “Well?” he whispered.

Irwin made another of those musical little whimpering sounds, seeming not to be able to form a coherent word.

Dagwood lay back on the bed, keeping his arm around Irwin as he went. He didn’t want to push boundaries for this first part, but Irwin didn’t seem to know what he wanted.

I guess that’s expected. He’s never had a chance to play around before.

Irwin was light enough to pick up and move around as Dagwood wished, so he did exactly that. They ended up in a 69 position, though their difference in height made that particular action impossible. Since that wasn’t what Dagwood wanted to do in the first place, he was fine with that. Irwin was draped over his chest and stomach, his hot breath on Dagwood’s dick. Dagwood himself had a nice view of Irwin’s ass, which had an adorable scattering of freckles that wandered down between his cheeks.

Irwin squirmed around, grinding his dick against Dagwood’s chest. The ridges of Dagwood’s muscles and the curled texture of his thick chest hair seemed to be driving the omega crazy, making him quiver and gasp.

Dagwood held himself in check, then reached around Irwin to take hold of his long manhood. He did nothing but caress it with his fingers, lavishing attention upon it in the mildest of ways.

“Suck me,” he whispered. Irwin’s ass muscles tightened as he breathed on them. “Put my dick in your mouth. Play with me. Please.”

Maybe he wasn’t holding himself as firmly in check as he thought he was. The words coming out of his mouth sounded crude in contrast to the sweet nothings he wanted to whisper. However, Irwin didn’t seem to care. Irwin seemed not to be listening to the words at all, instead responding just to the husky sound of Dagwood’s voice.

A hand wrapped around the base of Dagwood’s cock, the touch incredibly tentative. The idea that this was the first time Irwin had touched another man’s organ nearly pushed him over the edge; his cock twitched and jumped in Irwin’s hand. Irwin reflexively tightened his grip and then loosened it again. Dagwood grunted as pleasure pulsed through his entire body.

Just like that, something seemed to click inside Irwin. He might have been a virgin but he was also a wolf, a creature of instinct. Given encouragement and a nudge in the right direction, he knew exactly what to do.

Dagwood gasped out loud as the warm, wet heat of Irwin’s mouth surrounded his shaft. He kept gently working at Irwin’s own cock but he was no longer so aware of that action. All of his focus was down on his dick as Irwin’s mouth explored him, lips rubbing on him up and down. He was tasted, examined, and caressed in every possible manner. Gradually, the explorations grew more and more daring, evolving from licks to kisses and then finally deep, throaty sucks. He was buried deep in Irwin’s mouth as the omega sucked on him, trying to pull him in deep enough to hit the back of his throat.

Dagwood let his body move of its own accord, letting his desire guide him. He started to thrust slowly, filling Irwin’s mouth with his hardness. Soon enough, he had his back permanently arched and his ass bucked steadily up and down while following the rhythm bestowed upon him by the other.

Through it all, he kept up his gentle teasing of Irwin’s cock. Either his soft caresses were slowly building a storm inside Irwin, or Irwin was making himself hornier. Whichever the answer, he was starting to shake harder. His ass muscles kept tensing and then relaxing. Each time they relaxed, his opening grew more loose, more ready.

Dagwood couldn’t resist any longer. He placed one finger on Irwin’s opening and rubbed him, loving the soft wrinkles beneath his fingertip.

Though gentle, the effect the touch had was nothing short of astronomical. Irwin arched his back and squealed. His body went into shuddering spasms, and Dagwood felt something very hot against his chest.

Irwin’s orgasm was too much for him and his body answered in kind. He spilled against the sheets, since Irwin had moved his mouth away.

His mind was full of light and warmth. His body felt somehow full and yet empty at the same time, echoing the game of give-and-take he had just participated in.

At last, his trembling faded away and he eased back down to earth, trying to catch his breath. Irwin was a limp weight on top of him. Dagwood stroked his back, feeling the tremors there.

Stroking him, Dagwood said, “Seems like you had fun.”

His only answer was a soft moan.

Smiling, his heart trembling with an emotion so precious he hardly dared name it, as it seemed to go even deeper than love, Dagwood just continued to caress and stroke Irwin. He felt as if he could have lain there forever like that, just letting the years go idly by. It was perfection like he had never known.

But, as he had found, perfect things weren’t meant to last. Soon enough, Irwin was stirring against him, wiggling around. He seemed frustrated by something.

Dagwood held onto the other wolf by the hips, then turned him around so that they were facing each other. Sure enough, Irwin looked annoyed. An apology rose to Dagwood’s lips before he caught a glimpse of those sweet blue eyes and realized the frustration wasn’t aimed at him. Instead, Irwin’s gaze was still glazed, hazy, and sexual.

That look sent a thrill straight to his dick. Despite the fact that he’d only just had an orgasm, he found himself getting hard again. And surprisingly, so was Irwin.

“What do you need, baby?” he whispered into Irwin’s ear. He nipped and bit at the earlobe, pulling on it.

Irwin tilted his head towards him, a soft sound of desire rising in his throat. “I…Ineed…I feel it…deep inside…Dagwood…”

Despite the incomprehensible way in which the information was given to him, Dagwood understood. Their bodies were in-tune with each other. He could feel what Irwin felt, the wild desire to be claimed truly, and he knew that Irwin felt the answering need inside him to claim.

“Where’s the lube?” Dagwood asked huskily.

Irwin rolled over and reached underneath the bed. Dagwood heard a stack of books fall over and then Irwin was rolling back against his side with a tube in one hand.

Dagwood took it from him and examined it. Cheap stuff, but it would do. Anything would do right now.

He sat up and grabbed Irwin, then rolled him over so that he was on his stomach. “Arch your ass up, Irwin,” he said.

Irwin obeyed, his body naturally falling into the proper position as he went on his hands and knees. He pressed his face against the mattress and wiggled his rear, teasing, tempting.

Dagwood growled at him and flipped open the lid on top of the lube tube. The high sound punctuated through the low, hurried cadence of their breathing. He smeared a liberal amount on his fingers, getting messy with it, not caring as it dripped and ran everywhere. Irwin murmured softly as the liquid hit his skin and he wriggled more. Dagwood could hardly control himself at the sight of that. He nearly pounced, nearly rushed through something that should have been sweet and slow.

It was only with the greatest amount of restraint that he stopped himself from doing as the wolf inside him demanded. He stopped, pulled in a deep breath, and then another and another without exhaling. Only when his chest felt swollen and on the verge of bursting did he finally breathe out, extending it until his lungs burned from the emptiness. The pain helped to center him, and he was able to grab hold of his restraint once more.

“Dagwood!” a small voice beseeched him. He snapped back to reality and continued on as he had been, taking his lubed-up fingers and rubbing them down deeply between Irwin’s ass cheeks. Irwin gasped and rubbed back against his fingers, grinding against them. Dagwood made sure to cover as much of Irwin’s opening as he could, and then he tried to push his finger inside.

Irwin gasped again as Dagwood’s finger entered his virgin opening, but he had already stopped and had withdrawn again. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“More!”

Sputtering out a breathless laugh, almost high from delight, Dagwood pressed his finger inside again before withdrawing. Irwin moved with him, and for a time, they repeated the same process over and over again. Dagwood moved his finger deeper every time until he was reaching as deep as he could.

Still pressing against him, Irwin once again begged for more. Dagwood knew he couldn’t go any further, knew that not even his long fingers were enough to reach the spot inside Irwin where he wanted to be touched. Only his cock could do that, but though the temptation was there, he refrained. He wanted to savor this, to delight in the feel of Irwin’s ass muscles grabbing at his finger. He could feel the other so intimately, every bump and whorl of his inner walls.

More lube, and then the process of introducing his fingers to Irwin began once more. This time, Dagwood used two.

Irwin accepted his touch more readily than ever, though now his whimpers of desire mingled with the occasional small sound of discomfort. Though Dagwood was gentle, the omega was having his body stretched and exercised in ways it had never known before. Some pain was unavoidable, but it was Dagwood’s hope that pleasure might overcome the worst of it.

Soon enough, he had two fingers buried as deep inside Irwin as they could go. He wiggled them slightly, moving them in and out. His touch glided easily through the slick, relaxed walls.

Suddenly, Irwin went tense and his muscles tightened again, grabbing Dagwood’s fingers and holding them in place. Dagwood paused, not fighting against the heaviness trapping his fingers, sensing that this sudden pause was born not from fear or pain. Confirming his theory, Irwin suddenly moaned and pushed his face deeper against the mattress.

“Dagwood,” he whimpered. “I’m…”

“Ease up,” Dagwood murmured. He stroked over Irwin’s ass, kissing each cheek tenderly, until he was able to slide his fingers free. Irwin was ready, trembling before him.

Leaning back, Dagwood grabbed the lube once more and made sure that his member was covered in slick wetness. Holding the base of his shaft in one hand, he guided his tip to Irwin’s opening and kept it there.

“Ready?”

An incoherent murmur of approval and need met his words. Taking this as the signal it was, Dagwood pushed himself inside. Irwin gasped and moaned, grinding back against him, needing him deeper.

Just as he had with his fingers, Dagwood slowly introduced his cock to Irwin. Moving slowly, gently, thrusting out and back in, he found a careful rhythm. Irwin moved with him and soon they were rocking together, moaning and whimpering, completely lost in the burning pleasure consuming their bodies and minds. Dagwood had never felt more alive, and he could tell that Irwin felt the same. Their ecstasy fed into what the other was feeling, a heightened sense of connection forming between them.

With a final gasp, Dagwood pushed as deep inside Irwin as he could. His thighs pushed against Irwin’s bare skin.

Irwin gasped in unison with him as the tip of Dagwood’s cock finally struck that special place deep inside him, the core of his pleasure. He spasmed, his inner walls grabbing at the shaft buried inside him, and then his back arched and he shook out of control.

Dagwood bit his lip and tasted his own blood in an attempt to satisfy the wolf urge inside him to mark the back of that pale, slender neck. Closing his eyes, he tossed his head back and let his orgasm overwhelm him.

He only knew when the pleasure ended because a wave of exhaustion crashed over him. It took a great deal of effort for him to open his eyes and escape the grip of sleep before it was too late.

Irwin lay slumped beneath him. His entire body was limp. If not for the slow rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, and the tremors that still jittered through his muscles, he might have been dead. Upon closer inspection, Dagwood saw a small red smear on the back of his neck, nearly hidden by his hair.

I didn’t. Did I?

He could taste blood in his mouth. Licking his lips nervously, tasting more blood, he swiped his thumb over the red smear on Irwin’s neck. There was no bite mark there, and Dagwood remembered having bitten his lip. He sagged with relief.

Thank god.

“Crushing me,” Irwin muttered.

“Sorry.” Dagwood slid off to the side, then pulled the messy covers up over Irwin’s shoulders. Within seconds, the other man was asleep.

He looked at that porcelain face, the crazy red hair, the delicate, coral lips, and felt himself fall in love. He had suspected this emotion before, but it hadn’t been quite real, since the boy he’d been imagining for over a decade wasn’t quite real. But here and now, having just slept with Irwin, he knew he was in love.

More than that, he was in adoration.

He stroked Irwin’s back as the other man slept, petting him until even the last of the after-sex tremors had faded away. Then, he slid out of bed, dressed, and left the apartment.

But he would return. Nothing could keep him away.