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Secrets (AllThingsCuddly/Gumdrop)

"Of course you're going to share my bed." Jeremiah grumbled at the question. There were 26 beds in the house but they were all occupied. He could assign him a bed in one of the bunk rooms but he'd be boarding with 3 or 4 wolves. Who knew what would happen. He had told the other he wasn't to have sex with anyone else but he was such a slut, would he keep to that part of the deal? Beyond that, the likelihood of him seeing one of them transform was too high.

He heard the other leave the room and turned to look at the door.

The quiet breakfast nook where Oliver had sat down was only dimly lit by the faint glow of a night light plugged into the wall. So it was that when a large, furry shape padded into the room, it was hard to see the familiar grey and black markings across his back until Jeremiah was right up on top of the human. Jeremiah, with his low light vision, could see fine but Oliver would have difficulty seeing. He walked up to the youth and set his head on his lap, whimpering a little and looking up at him with amber eyes.

He had heard the entire message the youth had left for his boss. Maybe he should make Oliver's phone coincidentally disappear for a while. Then if he had to report in, he'd have to do so in person. Could he follow him to the gang's base?
 
Oliver gasped when felt the dog set his head in his lap. He squinted at the dog before tilting his head some, "You scared me, Fido..." he said, moving to pet the dog. He sat and petted Fido for a moment before he sighed, "Your owner is a pretty fucking stupid guy...you know that?" he said, giving a small smile to the dog. "I mean, come on. He had heard me call myself a slut and then he goes and asks if I would mind letting others have their way with me? Especially after he was the one that invited someone else to join in on our fun. What was I supposed to think, maybe he liked sharing. I'd say that's reasonable, wouldn't you? Then he gets mad at me for being a slut. Does he once stop and think to ask me about being monogamous? No. No, he's using it as a way to control me. Or try to anyway. Just because I'm open to having many sexual encounters doesn't mean..." he trailed off and sighed.

"And then, oh then! Then he fucking tells me I'm going to be dressing as a woman, especially after I made it clear that I don't like it. I mean, getting all dressed up for sex is one thing, honestly, I don't mind that too much, but parading around in the god awful get up..." he shivered, "I didn't exactly have a choice in the matter there. If I could have I would have dressed normally, but no, my boss insisted that 'a cute sexy girl will get them to come and get you.' Only to have it turn out their boss is fucking gay...what are the fucking odds of that? Hmm?" He looked down at Fido as if expecting an answer, "How is it that I manage to get the job for the one gang that doesn't go for that shit?" he huffed and shook his head. "Then I meet your owner and he looks like a perfect target, he sounds like he cares a little bit about me, he's easy on the eyes, great in bed...then he goes and pulls this crap. All because I'm a self-proclaimed slut."

He went silent for a little while, thinking, "Then he calls me an escort and tries to pull it off like he's not calling me a prostitute. Ha! Come on, whos being delusional there? Men buying dinner just to go out and have dinner. Yeah, right. They don't even do that on normal dates, let alone on dates they paid for in advance. Hell, let's looks and see what happened tonight. My dinner was even supposed to be a thank you for watching after you," he said, ruffling Fido's fur, "still wound up with me sleeping with him. Not that I'm complaining about that, first-time sex hasn't been all about the other getting off. It was kind of nice," he mumbled.
 
Who knew that all of took to get Oliver to open up to him was to come up to him as a dog and just listen? The youth was rambling on and on. With his keener wolf ears he could even pick up the strain in his voice. What was Oliver saying with all these words, did he actually like Jeremiah? Or, at least, had he liked him before he went and stupidly chased the man away by asking one wrong question? He should never have asked how the other would feel about being shared with the whole house.

It was too late to try to repair this fiasco. He could talk with the man more reasonably in the morning. How could he clear all this up, did he want to clear this up? It did give him a lot to think about though.

Whimpering again, he nuzzled his furry face against the bare legs then his tongue came out and ran along the inner leg just above the knee. It was a rough, somewhat scratchy tongue, more like that of a cat than a dog.
 
He rolled his eyes when he felt the dog lick at his skin. The tongue felt a little strange, but he didn't really think anything of it. "Hey," he said, flicking the dog on the nose, "don't go being a pervert. I don't need your master to think I'm trying to get it on with a dog. That's a level of kink I haven't gotten to yet. Even if you are cute, well, for a dog. A really fucking large dog," he moved his head a little closer and grabbed Fido's face, between his hands. He could easily get out of it, it was more just to make Fido look at him, "Most definitely not a wolfhound either. Not sure why he tried to pass that off, a little weird if you ask me. Also, a little weird that I didn't see any signs of you until now. Where's he keeping you, hmm? Even if this house is huge...they've got at least 5 dogs running around this place with no trace other than the dogs themselves?" he shook his head and stood up, sighing.

"Guess I should get to bed," he said, stretching a little. "Wonder if you're master is gonna have me try on all those things for his girlfriend's look. Won't lie and say I'm not at least a little curious to see what he'll have me wear," he smirked a bit. "You coming to sleep with Jeremiah or go back to wherever it is you disappear to?" he asked Fido before heading off towards the bedroom again.
 
Being flicked on the nose had Jeremiah pulling back and sneezing, his wet snot covering Oliver's bare lap. God that was embarrassing, or at least it would be if any when he showed the other his shape shifting. He had already told the other his secret but Oliver hadn't believed him.

Padding along beside the youth, he followed him to the bed. The blankets on Jeremiah's side were thrown back but there was no sign of the man himself. Obviously. Letting out a huff, Jeremiah jumped up onto the bed and lay across the foot of the bed, panting and watching Oliver. The bed was large enough that, in theory, if Oliver and Jeremiah in both human and wolf form, were to all lay on it, there would be plenty of room.
 
Oliver chuckled a little bit at the sneeze and just easily wiped off the wetness from his lap. He was a bit surprised that the dog followed him but didn't mind it. Just found it a bit curious. He swore it felt like Fido could fully understand him. He stopped when he noticed that Jeremiah wasn't in bed and looked over to the bathroom for a moment before shrugging. Maybe he went to go smoke again? Maybe go be with Lucien. He seemed to detest Oliver so much, maybe he decided that he didn't want to sleep with him after all. He sighed and slipped into bed. He looked down at Fido and frowned a little bit, perhaps they cleaned the sheets every day? It really didn't make sense that there were 5 dogs in this house with no trace. He shook his head and laid down trying his best to fall asleep.

He actually fell asleep rather quickly and Oliver was a pretty heavy sleeper. However, he was also a very early riser. He woke up around 6 in the morning and got up, stretching before he rubbed his eyes and looked around the room, searching for not only Fido but Jeremiah. He kind of wanted to go on a run, but realized that wasn't going to be happening as he didn't have his clothes nor the shoes that he could run in. Then again, he probably could run barefoot within reason...still, running around in a dress or even just his underwear and the shirt didn't sound all that fun. He'd have to get Jeremiah to take him home regardless if he was going to get him an entirely new wardrobe. For now he felt his stomach growl a bit and for a brief moment wondered if he should go make breakfast for Jeremiah and himself.

Well, it was what a doting girlfriend would do...He shrugged and got up, heading out towards the kitchen he had seen and looked around for ingrediants for a breakfast. Clad in only the shirt. Once he found some breakfast materials he started to make himself and Jeremiah some breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and some hashbrowns. Oliver made pretty quick work of it, almost looking like the doting girlfriend he was meant to play.
 
Jeremiah slept on the foot of the bed in wolf form for an hour before a noise made him wake, alert with ears twitching. He glanced over at Oliver and was glad that the other was apparently a deep sleeper. The bowl came a second time and he bolted from the bed, charging from the room and out onto the soft ground of the lawn. Soo. His running shape was joined by others. Then entire house emptied as the pack ran to the summoning howl of their Alpha.

Lucien was a sleek grey wolf, larger even than Jeremiah. The entire inner circle - a total of six including the Alpha and Beta, were larger than average wolves. The rest of the pack were all smaller by at least two inches, when measuring from the ground to shoulder height on all fours. Lucien waited until all within the house were around him then he took off running.

The pack was off, fourteen wolves running large laps around the five acre lap. It wasn't as exhilarating as when they hunted as a pack during their summer trips but running as a pack like this helped burn off a lot of restless energy. After five laps around the grounds, they came to a stop on a grassy mound, collapsing in a rough estimation of a circle and panting. That's when Lucien help a pack meeting. Sure it was only half the pack but word would spread to the others. He explained that Jeremiah had a new pet human that would be living with them for a time and he was not to be eaten. Then he moved on to other matters.

By the time the pack all returned to the house to bunk down for the rest of the night it was nearly one A.M.. Wolves were nocturnal creatures and when they did nap it was generally for an hour or two at a time. These same tendencies were true for werewolves, though the older ones tended to sleep in more wolfish patterns while the younger often tended to keep to human sleep patterns. Jeremiah had long since adapted to wolf sleep. He wasn't even remotely tired yet.

He returned to his room and showered before dressing and going for a drive.

By the time he pulled his car back into the garage, the sun was up. He stepped into the house and was about to head to his room when he smelled the scent of bacon. Following his nose, he found Oliver in the kitchen making food. "You're up early." He commented casually. When he realized how much food the human was making he realized it was enough for two. How sweet.

He set the three grocery bags he was carrying down beside the counter. "I had to guess your sizes based on the measurements taken yesterday." In the bags were two pairs of jeans, a pair of loose knee-length shorts (good for running in), three t-shirts with generic sayings, a bag of boxer briefs, a bag of socks, a light hoodie, and a pair of sneakers. "I'll still take you by your apartment to get your things later but I figured these would get you by until then."
 
Oliver looked up when he heard someone coming into the kitchen and shrugged, "I usually go for a run, I figured I would skip today since I didn't exactly have the proper attire for it. Not to mention I could say the same thing to you. What time did you get to bed anyway?" he said and plated two plates of food before handing one to Jeremiah and glancing at the bags. When he heard the other had to guess by the measurements that had been taken yesterday he figured they were the clothes that Jeremiah said he'd buy Oliver. He set his plate down and rummaged around the bags first before looking a little confused, "Don't take this as not being grateful or complaining..." he started off, "but didn't you say you were going to have me be your girlfriend? And I'm pretty sure you mentioned dinner parties and functions that sounded a bit more...not jeans attire," he said. "I figured I'm rather ambiguous in my looks, but not that ambiguous that I can get away with wearing this stuff as a woman. Not to mention, the only female wear I have is what you've already bought and seen...and a few definitely meant for your eyes only kind of wear," he said, "I mean...unless you're wanting me to dress up as sexy generic female Halloween costumes to these dinner parties."

"Thank you though, you really didn't have to buy things I can easily go home for," he said, nibbling at his lip. He pulled the shorts and a pair of boxer briefs out and slipped them on quickly just so he wouldn't be flashing everyone in the house. He grabbed his plate and moved over to the little nook and started to eat, "I didn't really know what you liked, so I hope the breakfast is okay. Sorry if I overstepped any house boundaries, would have cooked more but I also don't know how many people live here. Also...out of curiosity...where do you keep all these dogs? I mean, for as many as you have I thought for sure I'd see toys or bowls or leashes or hell fur around the house."
 
Jeremiah smirked at the idea of Oliver wearing sexy Halloween costumes to the fancy dinner parties. "As much an I would enjoy that, I'm sure my business partners would have a tough time keeping their hands to themselves if I tried something like that." He took the plate and set it on the counter. "No, these clothes are for around the house, I did say you can wear whatever's comfortable. I plan on taking you by your place today but I wanted you to have something to wear in case something comes up and I can't get you over there." As he talked he prepared a pot of coffee. "You'll need about a week's worth of clothes, we only have so much laundry capacity so we have a rotating weekly schedule. You can do your laundry during my rotation. Ninety percent of my clothes go to the dry cleaners but I'm kept on the schedule to be able to take care of that last ten percent." He poured himself a cup of coffee and carried plate and cup over to the table.

"Help yourself to whatever food you want whole you're here. We do daily shopping, there's a list on the fridge so if you have any special requests, write them there. Most meals are free for all's, everyone feeds themselves, but on occasion we have large dinner parties at the house." He sat down and started to eat. He was taking a sip of coffee when Oliver asked about the dogs. Carefully he set the cup down, trying to decide how best to explain this. "The food and water bowls are kept outside to contain the mess. We don't tend to use leashes or collars though. The dogs are family, we have large doggy doors on all outside doors allowing them to come and go as they please. The entire property is surrounded by a fence, it's rare that they get out. Lucien just happened to have Fido in the city yesterday and lost track of him." It was the closest he could get to the truth without explaining that the entire house were wolves. If Oliver checked he would find bowls on the back porch, kept full with water and occasionally with bones, to keep them watered or fed when in wolf form.
 
"Good to know that your business partners are not privy to consent. I'll keep my guard up then," he said, taking a bite of food. "And not so subtly suggest that maybe you should get better business partners," he said, as he took yet another bite. He hummed at the confirmation that those clothes were just for around the house. He thought about it and figured he really didn't need much more from his apartment then. "I'm assuming then you want me to be with you when you get the rest of my required look?" he asked, actually unsure about whether that was true. He nodded about doing the laundry though, "that's fine. I honestly don't have that much anyway so washing once a week is fine with me."

Daily? Then there had to be a lot of people in the house. He listened to what the wolf had to say about the dogs and it seemed reasonable. "Sounds like you should keep them on leashes and collars," he said, keeping a bit of a smirk at bay. Though, that did remind him that the other two dogs weren't on leads either. He thought it was a bit strange but he had to admit all of the dogs he had met so far were very well behaved. He ate in silence for a little while, thinking about how he would need to collect information. He supposed one of these dinner parties might help with the number. He was a bit surprised the other was calling them dinner parties...honestly, if he really thought about it, it was a bit odd that a gang had a house like this. This felt more mafia and less street gang. Which worried him a little bit, there was no way his gang could take on a mafia. Another street gang sure, but something like this he was starting to doubt their ability. Granted other than the gate Jeremiah said they had, it didn't look like they had much in way of security. He could be wrong thoug
 
He chuckled. "I don't think they would actually get all gropey. They'd probably just fantasize about you. Still, better to be safe." He hesitated when the other said he would have to come along to pick out the rest of his outfits. "About that. The only reason I want you to pretend to be my girlfriend, as apposed to a boyfriend, is because I've already told my business partners I have a girlfriend,or rather I used my pretend girlfriend as an excuse to get out of unwanted social obligations before. They've been wanting to meet her, so... Lucky for you I haven't told them much of anything about her, just that she's a workaholic. So you can pretty much be yourself... Only a woman." He sighed and rubbed his face. "I don't know. Maybe I should just tell them I broke it off with her because she could never find time for me. Then I could introduce you as yourself and you wouldn't have to be a girl." He glanced over at Oliver.
 
Oliver arched his eyebrow when Jeremiah gave him the reason that he wanted Oliver to pretend to be his girlfriend. "Really now?" he asked. He had to admit that actually sounded rather interesting to him. Though he didn't exactly like dressing as a woman. He finished up his meal and got up heading over to sink so he could clean his dish and the pan he used. "Because honestly, it sounded like you were trying to do something other than hide a secret of a stupid lie," he explained. He looked back up to Jeremiah and tsked his tongue after a minute. "You're lucky that I like fucking with people not just physically but mentally as well. What's this look that you've had in mind for me because I swear if it includes too many high heels you bet your ass you'll be telling them you broke up with your girlfriend. I'll be willing to wear a dress or whatever to the more upscale things, but I think I'm just gonna wear my norm when it's more casual. Make them question your sexuality a bit and what's going on between my legs," he said with a smirk.
 
There was both truth and fiction in what he spoke to Oliver. Last night he had told him he would pretend to be his girlfriend out of spite, but after hearing him complain to Fido, he was starting to the the human might actually like him so he felt bad. He had racked his brain for an excuse he could use to put the other more at ease but then remembered his hasty excuses he had used with his business partners in the past. Though the truth was he has never given a gender to his 'partner' so his business relations probably already were questioning his sexual preference.

"Mnn. I was actually picturing more of a down to earth, women's rights, sort of girl. Not a feminist, more of... Pants suits in a business setting, nice gown when appropriate but flat or small heels for both. Then casual attire when outside of work, jeans and t-shirts, nothing overly slutty or even revealing because she's a modest woman that isn't trying to have every guy staring at her. She's a business woman and a workaholic but when she does make time for something not work related she knows how to relax and have fun." Every time he spoke a female pronoun he was mentally replacing them with a male one. His eyes never left Oliver as he spoke.
 
Oliver arched his brow as Jeremiah described the woman he was looking for. He chuckled by the end of it and moved over, "Ah, too bad you got stuck with me," he said, kissing Jeremiah's forehead. He pulled back the moment he did it, surprised by the gesture he had made. His face was a little pink from embarrassment, but he was trying to act like he hadn't done such a gesture. "Though, I suppose I'm not exactly that far from that...just clothing choice. I love having every guy staring at me. It doesn't mean my clothing is slutty, just screaming that I know I look fuckable and I don't mind you imagining it," he said, nodding to himself. "Anyway, I guess I'll leave it up to you on whether I will be presented as a man or a woman. Just know either way I'm going to be myself, oh minus the 'trophy girlfriend' you ordered. I won't have sex with anyone other than you or your fuck buddy, Mr. Greymane. But as you've come to the lovely conclusion that I am an escort, surely you understand how I work, Jeremiah," he said, moving to slip into his lap, so he was straddling the wolf.

"Modest is not me. So you either get me or you get someone fake. Which would you rather have?" he questioned, "Oh, and do be aware I've never once said that I'm not loyal. You came to those conclusions on your own," he said, playing with Jeremiah's chest.
 
His eyes became alert when the other stood and started to move. He walked around the table and planted a kiss on his forehead. That was shocking enough, but then the other started to blush because of it! He blinked and listened to the explanations and when he found the smaller form settling down to straddle his lap, he let out a deep-throated growl. This, like the ones that had intrigued Oliver so the night before, was a possessive, aroused sort of growl. "I want you." He confessed, feeling his lust rising. Damn, the other had just put on underwear and shorts, hadn't he? In an instant he regretted giving the other his clothes already. He leaned forward and bit Oliver's neck. It was a hard bite but it didn't break the skin. At the same instance he thrust up against the smaller form. "I want you right now." He wrapped his arms around Oliver and stood, lifting the smaller frame with him as he took a step to the side and set Oliver down on the table, just to the side of the plates they had just eaten on.

This morning Jeremiah was wearing another suit, though even someone unfamiliar with suits would be able to tell that this one was less formal than the one he had worn last night. Looking down at the barely clad male in front of him, Jeremiah couldn't hold himself back any longer. Ever since seeing him wearing this shirt he had wanted to fuck him again. Reaching down, he didn't care where they were, he pulled the shorts and underwear down and off, scooting Oliver's naked rump to the end of the table. Just as quickly, he undid his own pants but only lowered them enough to free his already hard cock. He brought himself to the other's entrance but then hesitated just a little. He was once again pinning the other male, as was his habit. He leaned in closer and slowly pressed into him. If Oliver were to remove Jeremiah's shirt he would be surprised to find that his bite marks from the night before were nearly healed. Jeremiah had no intention of letting Oliver see that though, he was already growing suspicious of too many things. Instead he leaned down and bit onto Oliver's neck again.
 
Oliver perked slightly when he heard the growl. He licked his lips, Jeremiah was perfect for his weak spot. At the bite, to his neck, he gasped and groaned. It hurt, but the thrust against him had him distracted in no time. "Well, you're an eager one, aren't you?" he asked, chuckling. He had never met a man so easy to turn on before and he absolutely loved it. Soon he was set on the table and forced to lean back a bit so the other could pull off his new shorts and underwear. He caught himself slightly as he was pulled to the edge of the table. His hands moved to Jeremiah's shirt to unbutton that but his idea was foiled as Jeremiah pressed into him and bit his neck again.

"Fuck," he moaned, arching into the slow thrust. His arm moving so it could loosely rest on the back of Jeremiah's neck, while his other hand had grabbed onto the edge of the table. "No teasing this time?" he asked, smirking a bit. Not that he wanted to be teased like he had before...well...he did...but at the moment he was more than happy with a quick fuck on the table. On the table. His brain was slowly realizing where they were and as much as he wouldn't admit it he did glance towards the closest entrance to the room they were in. As much as he had fucked in strange places before they were all very well hidden, this was his first time fucking in such plain sight. Anyone could very easily walk in on them having some fun. What would they think? What would they do?
 
He chuckled and his whole chest vibrated. "No teasing this time." He agreed and nuzzled into the neck, his natural instincts taking over as he thrust in and out of the smaller frame. He knew exactly what he was doing and where he was doing it but he really didn't care. Let someone walk in on them. Hell, he would take Oliver in plain sight out on the grassy lawn. In fact, the idea of taken Oliver in such a place was exhilarating and fueled him on more. Letting out a growling sort of moan, he picked up his pace while at the same time his hand slid between them and wrapped around Oliver's cock and began to stroke him as well. He preferred his partners to enjoy themselves as much as he did.
 
He turned slightly distracted by the nuzzle to his neck before he claimed a part of Jeremiah's neck he hadn't yet and nibbled gently, every now biting hard. He was simply having the other receive what he dished out. He groaned a little louder as Jeremiah picked up the pace. His hips slowly started to try and catch up with the pace. Oliver gave another moan at the hand on him, thrusting into the hand. There was no way the other minded what his body was like. None of the other men that he slept with looking like a woman would touch him like this. It felt good to finally be recognized and helped to enjoy this just as much as his partner was. He kissed up Jeremiah's neck and along his jaw until he made it to his lips. He kissed Jeremiah and groaned into the kiss, his tongue gently licking the man's bottom lip asking for permission to deepen the kiss.
 
When Jeremiah found lips on his, he opened his jaw and his tongue slid out, viciously retaliating against the invading mouth. His thrusting changed angles then and he managed to hit the prostate, brushing against it and felt the tight sphincter tighten more around himself. It was almost enough to make him spill his seed but he growled and closed his eyes, using all his willpower to hold back. His hand on Oliver's cock squeezed a little harder and began to stroke more quickly.

Even through the sexual haze, the wolf was acutely aware of hearing the door down the hall open. Someone was walking towards the kitchen, coming from outside. He knew it couldn't be Lucien, the man hardly ever used that door. It gave him no pause though, he continued as though nothing had changed.
 
Jeremiah was overwhelming. Oliver loved it. The kiss only encouraged him to try and fight a little for dominance, his tongue fought against the other before being forced to yield though he didn’t care because his mouth became busy with moaning a bit louder as Jeremiah his that wonderful spot again, “Fuck!” he hissed out, arching slightly into each thrust. His arms reached around Jeremiah and clutched to his back, along with his legs slightly, doing his best to keep the other close but allowing him to move so he could continue to hit that lovely spot in him. The hand wasn’t helping him fight his own orgasm.

That’s when he heard a small noise. He could distinguish what it was, surprise? He glanced over towards where he heard it only to be face to face with a stranger he didn’t know. The person was watching them. Oliver’s eyes went wide a little bit. Sure he had people watch him the past, but they had been invited, they had been there to have fun. This person just accidentally walked in on them. He felt his face flush slightly but then his cock gave a pulse and Oliver let out a loud moan, caught off guard by how turned on he got that this person walked in on them. “Fuck, Jeremiah!” he moaned out, his eyes still locked on the other person, “I-I’m gonna...” he trailed off feeling another pulse of pleasure rush through him. Moments later he gasped and felt his eyes flutter shut as his body pushed itself over the edge and he was coming. He continued to move his hips so he could ride the high out.
 
When Jeremiah felt Oliver tense under him he knew the human must have noticed their uninvited guest. He still made no visible sign of noticing. He was surprised that the sudden exhibitionism had pushed Oliver over the edge. Thankfully the boy cried out a warning and Jeremiah was able to brace himself for the feeling of the hole tightening around him. He continued to thrust and stroke, helping the other to ride it out. No sooner was Oliver's high subsiding than Jeremiah pulled himself out and shot his own load over the man's pelvis, his seed soon intermixing with Oliver's. He let out a groan as he released, his hand leaving the younger cock to return to his own and ride out his pleasure.

"Oh come on, on the breakfast table? I know you people like to fuck like animals all over-" the voice cut off abruptly when Jeremiah straightened and turned to look over his shoulder. There were two pups standing there, both watching in shocked horror. The younger of the two was the one Oliver had locked eyes with and his older brother had entered a few steps behind and so hadn't heard Oliver calling Jeremiah's name. Now he stood there stunned as he realized he had just tried to berate his Beta! The pair were purebred pups, around Oliver's age, if Jeremiah remembered correctly. They had both been born to a pair of wolves on the pack but sadly their mother had been killed by a hunter six years back.

Choosing to ignore them, Jeremiah turned his attention back to Oliver. "Just look at the mess you made." He commented with a deep chuckle, motioning to the cum that soaked the 'Werewolf Boyfriend' t-shirt. The sticky substance wasn't confined just to the white shirt though, it also caught a good portion of the front of Jeremiah's suit.
 
Oliver felt the other pull out and then come on him. He watched and licked his lips, his eyes finally off the other person in the room. He was a bit confused though, this was the second time that Jeremiah came outside of him. Maybe it was his thing? Did he like marking his conquests like that? He groaned as the man came on him and smirked a bit, glancing back over to the now two people in the room. And for the first time in his life was blushing for the display he had put on.

He was brought back to what they had just done when Jeremiah told him to look at the mess he made. “I made? I think you need to look again, yours is in there too,” he said, rolling his eyes a bit and sliding himself off the table. This made it so he was only absolutely plastered to Jeremiah and definitely didn’t help the messy situation. He smirked a bit and leaned up, standing on his toes slightly bringing Jeremiah down for a kiss, “how about we both get changed...if your lucky and behave I’ll let you take me to my place and I’ll show off those costumes I spoke about earlier...” he whispered against Jeremiah’s lips, though it was loud enough for the two that had barged in on their little session to hear. “No funny business though if I show them to you,” he said, his voice swimming in being an absolute tease. He kissed the man once more and slipped past the man, picking up his clothes, including the bags and headed back towards Jeremiah’s room so he could get a quick shower and properly dressed.
 
"No, this mess is entirely your fault. You're the one that got me all riled up." He explained with a grin, pulling back a little as Oliver made to get up. It was cute and sweet the way he spoke, the motions he made. Jeremiah wanted to fall for it, to believe that the other really cared for him but he kept telling himself that it was just an act to make him divulge information. There wasn't much information he could give the other though, the pack made some illicit moves, sure but the majority of what they did to make money was completely legitimate. They needed to avoid hunters and so did everything in their power to avoid drawing unwanted attention from anyone.

When Oliver teased him by telling him that if he behaves he'd be allowed to see his costumes, he smiled and wrapped an arm around the other, reaching down and groping his still naked ass. "Does that count as behaving?" Though the other left soon after and Jeremiah turned to look at the pups.

"What are you two looking at?"

"N-nothing sir!" The said and quickly left.

Chuckling, Jeremiah made his way to his room.
 
"I sat on your lap, fully clothed and touched your chest. If that's all it takes to get you riled up...guess I've just been lucky with the sex," he teased, smirking. True all he was there for was information, but he had to admit Jeremiah was definitely the better deal so far. As much as he didn't like what Jeremiah was attempting to do to him, it was the moments where Jeremiah seemed to reaccess what he had said or done. Not once had either of them apologized, but they seemed to always find that same page again and again in the short time that they knew each other. It was strange but had Oliver slightly smiling on the inside.


He took in a sharp breath when his ass was groped and chuckled, giving a sweet smile before shaking his head, "no," he said simply.

Once in the room he set the clothes aside and pulled off the shirt, laying it so it wouldn't get anything else dirty and grabbing the pants, underwear, and shirt that he deemed suitable before heading to the bathroom and taking a quick shower. He sighed as he managed to finish the shower and got out, getting dressed and checking himself in the mirror. He stretched when he came out of the bathroom and started to make sure his things, including the new ones, were in order in bags and easy to grab. He wasn't sure how much Jeremiah wanted him to move in. So he figured living out of the bags until told otherwise was fine. He looked over to Jeremiah and hummed a bit to himself before deciding to finally ask.

"So...any particular reason you choose not to come inside?" he asked, "I don't mind, not like I'm gonna get pregnant or anything," he explained, shrugging.
 
While Oliver was in the shower, Jeremiah peeled off his soiled suit and carefully folded it before sliding it into a bag. He didn't have any business appointments today so he decided he'd dress casually today. So instead of a designer suit he pulled on a pair of dark jeans, a white v neck shirt and a brown leather jacket. Even this look had a well put together feel to it.

He was just pulling on the jacket when Oliver stepped out from the bathroom. The question caught him off guard. So he has noticed that, has he? "It's uh..." He raised a hand to rub nervously at the back of his neck. "It'll sound stupid, but it's for my partner's, in this case your, protection. I only ever release inside if I'm wearing a condom."
 
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