Spread Wider, Baby (18+)

Claimed Under the moon

The full moon was only hours away.

Eric couldn’t sit still. His wolf paced under his skin all day, restless and aching. Every time Eugene walked past him in the house, the air got heavier. Their parents had left early for pack business and wouldn’t be back until morning. The big house felt empty and dangerous at the same time.

By nightfall Eric was in the living room, trying to watch something on the TV without really seeing it. He wore only soft gray sweatpants. His skin felt too hot. Outside the wide windows the forest looked black and alive.

The back door opened.

Eugene stepped inside, barefoot, chest bare, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Fresh dirt and pine clung to his skin from a hard run. His eyes glowed faint gold in the low light. He shut the door quietly and locked it.

Eric stood up. “You’re back early.”

Eugene’s voice was rough. “Couldn’t stay out there. Not when I can smell you from the trees.”

Eric’s heart slammed. “Eugene—”

“I told you last night.” Eugene walked closer, slow and steady, like a predator who already knew the ending. “If you left your door open… if you stayed… I wouldn’t walk away.”

Eric’s back hit the wall beside the stairs. He hadn’t even realized he was moving. Eugene stopped right in front of him, close enough that Eric had to tilt his head up. Heat rolled off the older man’s body.

“Tell me to stop,” Eugene said quietly. “Right now. Say the word and I’ll go lock myself in my room until the moon is gone.”

Eric’s throat worked. His wolf was howling. Slick was already starting to gather between his cheeks, warm and shameful. He had never produced this much before. Not for anyone.

“I don’t want you to stop,” Eric whispered.

That was all it took.

Eugene’s mouth crashed onto his. The kiss was hard, hungry, all teeth and tongue. Eric moaned into it. Strong hands grabbed his waist and spun him around, pushing his chest against the wall. Eugene’s body pressed tight against his back. Eric felt the thick, hard length of Eugene’s c**k through the thin fabric of their sweatpants.

“f**k,” Eugene growled against his ear. “You’re already wet. Smell that slick. My wolf is going crazy.”

Eric whimpered. “Eugene… please—”

Eugene yanked Eric’s sweatpants down in one rough pull. They dropped to his ankles. Cool air hit his bare ass, followed by hot hands spreading his cheeks. Two thick fingers slid through the slick dripping from his hole and pushed inside without warning.

Eric cried out.

“So tight,” Eugene muttered, working his fingers deeper. “Clenching around me already. You been thinking about this? About your stepbrother’s fingers in your ass?”

“Y-yes—ah!”

Eugene found his prostate on the second stroke and rubbed hard. Eric’s knees almost gave out. Loud, broken moans spilled from his mouth. More slick poured out, coating Eugene’s hand and dripping down Eric’s thighs.

“Listen to you,” Eugene said, voice dark with hunger. “Moaning like a b***h in heat for your own stepbrother. Louder. Let me hear it.”

He added a third finger and f****d them in and out fast, hitting that same spot every time. Eric screamed, forehead pressed to the wall, hips pushing back for more.

“Eugene—f**k—right there—don’t stop—”

Eugene pulled his fingers out. Eric sobbed at the sudden emptiness. Then he heard the sound of fabric dropping. A second later the thick, hot head of Eugene’s c**k pressed against his soaked hole.

“Take it,” Eugene ordered.

He thrust in hard.

Eric screamed. The stretch burned and felt perfect at the same time. Eugene didn’t give him time to adjust. He grabbed Eric’s hips and started f*****g him deep and fast, every stroke slamming against his prostate.

“Ah! Ah! Eugene—too deep—!”

“You can take it.” Eugene’s voice was raw. “You’re going to take every inch and thank me for it.”

The wet sound of skin slapping skin filled the living room. Eric’s c**k leaked against the wall, untouched. Slick and precum mixed and dripped down his legs. Eugene’s hands held him in place like he weighed nothing.

“Say it,” Eugene growled, pounding harder. “Tell me who this hole belongs to.”

“Yours—ah f**k—yours—!”

“Louder.”

“It’s yours! Eugene—please—use me—”

Eugene dragged him down to the thick rug in front of the fireplace without pulling out. He pushed Eric onto his hands and knees and mounted him again, covering his smaller body completely. One strong arm locked around Eric’s chest. The other hand wrapped around Eric’s throat—not choking, just holding.

Then he really started f*****g him.

Deep. Hard. Relentless.

Eric screamed and moaned without shame. Every thrust punched the air out of his lungs. His prostate was under constant attack. Slick gushed out around Eugene’s thick c**k with every pullback, making filthy wet sounds.

“Look at you,” Eugene panted against his ear. “Taking your stepbrother’s c**k like you were made for it. Gonna fill this pretty hole until it’s overflowing.”

Eric’s arms gave out. He collapsed onto his chest, ass still high. Eugene followed him down, never stopping the brutal rhythm.

“I’m gonna breed you,” Eugene snarled. “Gonna pump you so full of my c*m you’ll be dripping for days. Gonna put my babies in you. You want that? Want your stepbrother to knock you up?”

“Yes—yes—please—breed me—” Eric sobbed, completely gone.

Eugene slammed in to the hilt and came with a deep, animal growl. Hot c*m flooded Eric’s hole in thick pulses. Eric came untouched at the same time, screaming as his c**k spilled all over the rug.

But Eugene didn’t pull out.

He stayed buried deep, still hard, and started moving again while his first load was still hot inside.

“We’re not done,” he said. “Not even close. I’m using this hole all night.”

Eric could only moan in answer.

Round after round blurred together.

Eugene f****d him on the rug until Eric’s voice went hoarse. Then he carried him upstairs to Eric’s bedroom, threw him on the bed, and folded him in half so he could watch his own c**k disappear into Eric’s red, swollen hole. He made Eric ride him, hands locked on Eric’s waist, forcing him down onto every thick inch until Eric was crying from overstimulation and still begging for more.

Every time Eugene came, he stayed inside and kept going. c*m leaked out around his c**k in messy white streaks, dripping down Eric’s balls and onto the sheets. The wet sounds got filthier. The room smelled like s*x and wolf and slick.

Eric lost count of the orgasms. Lost count of how many times Eugene filled him. His hole stayed open and used, soft and sloppy, taking everything without resistance. Whenever Eugene growled “present,” Eric’s body obeyed on instinct—ass up, back arched, hole offered.

Near dawn, Eugene had him on his side, one leg pushed high, still thrusting slow and deep. His knot had started to swell on the last few rounds, locking them together for long minutes while he pumped even more c*m inside.

Eugene kissed the back of Eric’s neck and spoke against his sweaty skin.

“Feel that? All my c*m inside you. Dripping out every time I move. You’re so full it’s leaking down your thighs.” He gave a hard thrust that made Eric cry out. “I’m gonna keep you like this. Stuffed and bred. Next full moon I’m putting my pups in you for real.”

Eric could only whimper and push back, completely submissive, hole fluttering around the thick c**k that owned it.

When the sun finally started to rise, Eugene was still inside him, moving in slow, deep strokes, filling him one more time. Eric lay limp and wrecked beneath him, covered in bite marks, c*m, and slick, moaning softly every time Eugene’s c**k dragged over his abused prostate.

He had stopped counting the rounds a long time ago.

All he knew was the heavy, perfect weight of his stepbrother on top of him, the wet heat of too much c*m dripping out of his used hole, and the rough voice in his ear promising to do it all again the next night.

And the next.

And every night after.