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This is Fantasy Boys XXX flash fiction entry for the tenth Drabble Cascade.
So the theme this week is 'eyes' and up popped the image of 'puppy dog eyes', but then, this being Fantasy Boys XXX, I make the leap to werewolves :). I hope you my little flashfic.
“Don’t look at me like that!” Eric complained, turning his back on the wide, dark-eyed stare he was being given from the bed.
He huffed and pulled on his briefs, but that was as far as he got, because he could still feel that disappointed gaze resting between his shoulder blades and it made his skin prickle with reminders of the last intense – he checked the clock on the wall and smiled – two and a half hours! Eric knew he was going to regret the tryst the next day, his muscles were tired and he was going to be aching in places that he hadn’t known existed a week ago. Yet, he couldn’t shake the smile as he turned back, so he was half smiling, half frowning seriously when he put his hands on his hips and tried to fix his boyfriend with a superior glower.
Harry was kneeling up on the bed, hair tousled, pouting, sheet crumpled barely decently over his legs and hips, almost so well arranged that Eric wondered if it was deliberate. Whether it was, or not, the overall effect ensnared Eric’s attention and his resolve almost failed. Yet, he had a life outside the bedroom, and he grappled onto his libido.
“You’re a bloody werewolf, not a puppy dog,” he objected, more for his own self-control than Harry’s benefit, “and I have to be at the club by six.”
At that, a tiny curl ghosted Harry’s lips and matched a twinkle in his eye that meant the memory of their tryst cascaded even more strongly through Eric and he knew he was lost when Harry’s intense gaze dropped to his groin. He’d never known a creature like Harry, where just the look in his lover’s eyes could excite him, but the hunger behind those deep brown irises was all the encouragement his arousal needed. He’d had girlfriends who liked talking dirty to him, but never a partner who could draw him in with silence. Yet, even though the sensible part of him knew Jack would fire him if he was late, he still found himself walking back up to the bed.
Harry’s smile became an all-out grin then, more werewolf with the cream than cat, though, since the joyous expression showed off his canine fangs very nicely. He shifted towards the edge of the mattress, sheet forgotten so that he was showing off a lot more than just his teeth and he licked his lips. Eric’s groin throbbed as Harry’s desire sparked his own and his final resistance gave way. He flexed his hips as Harry took hold of either side of his underwear and sensible went to hell.
There would be other jobs; there was only ever going to be one Harry.