R18 scene: October 2023. (Patreon)

WARNING: NSFW TEXT + IMAGE.

Characters: Ragnar x Yule (Wild Beast Forest House).

Canon? No. In ths AU Yule is the pet of a mafia boss (Owen) and Ragnar is his bodyguard.

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"Nh..."

Ragnar breathed heavily as Yule, kneeling on the hard, cold marble, used his mouth to give him pleasure.

"This isn't right," Ragnar thought. How did they end up in that situation?

It had been months since one of the city's most ruthless mafia bosses had hired his services to protect his pet. At first Ragnar had refused, as he wanted nothing to do with those dangerous people, but when he saw Yule for the first time, with his empty gaze and the aura of sadness that weighed on his shoulders covered by that elegant fur coat, Ragnar knew that there was nothing more he wanted to do in the world than to protect him.

He had been his shadow for months, watching over him even while he slept. More than once he had carried him to bed when the boy had fallen asleep curled up in some hidden corner after a particularly hard day. When he closed his eyes his silver eyelashes looked even more beautiful.

No, he was rambling, what had brought them to that moment?

Ah, yes, the Halloween party. Owen, Yule's owner, had organized a party for men he did business with, men as shady as he was. Owen liked to show off Yule at all his parties: his precious white kitty, obedient and submissive. The only thing Yule had to do was to walk around any of the rooms for everyone to see him, and Ragnar had to accompany him so that no one would have any doubt that he was one of Owen's treasures and therefore untouchable.

That day one of Owen's guests had tried to make a pass at him after drinking a little too much. He wanted to take him to his room, touch him with his dirty hands and look at him with his impure eyes.... Just remembering it upset Ragnar's stomach.

Ragnar had taken care of the guy discreetly, but he hadn't managed to stop the fruious man from throwing a glass of wine at Yule that had soaked him from his hair to his shirt. Yule had merely stared at the ground without saying anything as the wine trickled down his cheeks like little cascades of blood. It was as if he saw it coming and accepted any mistreatment he received as deserved.

Ragnar understood his submission a little later when he took Yule into an empty room to clean him up and help him change. It was the first time Ragnar had seen Yule's bare torso, and he witnessed with horror how the boy had marks of every kind as far as the eye could see: bruises, new and old scars that he couldn't even imagine what they had been made with.

When Ragnar was petrified and stopped helping him with his clothes, Yule looked up for the first time to see what was the matter. It had been then that Ragnar had kissed him.

It had been instinctive and without any kind of premeditation, but before he could retreat and apologize, Yule had started kissing him back with an intensity that Ragnar had never seen in him before.

They had been kissing for a while and.... yes, it was right at that moment that Yule got down on his knees and stared into his eyes without any kind of sparkle in his own.

"I can do anything you want," he had told him as he unbuttoned his pants.

So there they were, in a room that was probably for guests, with Yule still covered in wine and Ragnar's cock in his mouth, sucking it all the way down his throat.

"This isn't right," Ragnar thought again despite the pleasure he felt every time Yule's tongue ran up and down his member.

"Nh... Stop, please..."

Yule obeyed and looked at him listlessly with the tip of Ragnar's cock still brushing his lips.

"There's a bed, we can do other things if you like," he told him caressing the air with his whispery voice.

Yule got up and walked over to the bed as Ragnar looked at him in disbelief. He rested his palms on the mattress and got up on all fours, turning his head slightly to look at the wolf.

"Take me. Tear me apart if you want," Yule urged him as calmly and matter-of-factly as someone invites a friend over for tea.

That was the moment Ragnar reacted. In a few strides he approached the bed, wrapped his huge arms around Yule's body from behind and lay down on top of him, crushing him against the sheets. Yule let out a faint sigh that Ragnar failed to interpret, but said nothing more.

"Is that what you want, to be torn apart?" asked Ragnar whispering just inches from his ear. Yule shivered and Ragnar could feel his heart racing in his arms. God, he wanted to hold him so tightly he was afraid to hurt him.

"I want whatever you want," he finally answered, though something in his impassive voice had changed. For the first time, Ragnar noticed that he was slightly nervous.

"Why?" he asked him as he nuzzled his cheek with his nose and searched for his scent among the wine that still covered part of his hair. Yule said nothing.

"Why?" repeated Ragnar, this time caressing his torso with one hand and moving down until it was imprisoned between the mattress and Yule's member. A slight moan escaped his lips, but he immediately held it back. His breathing, however, had become more agitated than he could control.

Ragnar unzipped his pants with effort due to the weight of his own body on Yule's and reached in to grab his cock and stroke it. Yule clenched the sheets with his hands and began to let out muffled moans so no one would hear them and come in through the door.

The sound of his voice was honey to Ragnar's ears. Almost unwillingly he began to press his hips lightly against Yule's butt, following the pace of his hand.

"Ragnar... Ah..."

"Please tell me why or I'll stop," he threatened him not without affection in his voice. He didn't want to stop, he wanted to touch him until he exploded with pleasure. He wanted to make his way between his buttocks and fuck him until he screamed his name so loud that even Owen would hear it wherever he was. But he wanted none of that without understanding why Yule was willing to submit to him.

Yule grabbed Ragnar's hand and pressed it tightly against his own member, squeezing his eyes shut and taking in a sharp intake of breath to suppress another moan.

"Because I want you to want me..."

Ragnar's heart skipped a beat. Was that it? Yule wanted him to want him? He loved the idea, but why him?

Ragnar rolled him over and let him lie on his back as he pressed his chest against Yule's. He moved to his lips and took them gently, but also hungrily. His tongue explored Yule's mouth, playing and intertwining with his as his hands undressed him.

He pulled away from him to finish removing his pants and took a few seconds to burn that image into his brain. Yule's naked body was beautiful and pale, clouded only by the marks running down it.

"I am your protector," he told him as he kissed his stomach. "My duty is to look after you, but the things I want to do to you now could hurt you."

Yule moaned louder than he intended when Ragnar ran his tongue down his member as he had done minutes before.

"Nh... Take it all... I want to give you everything... Ah..." gasped Yule as he grabbed his hair with his hands.

Ragnar continued to suck him, enjoying every moan of pleasure Yule gave him. But he felt he couldn't take it anymore, his body was begging for release from all that sexual tension he was accumulating.

Ragnar pulled away and looked him in the eyes. "Spread your legs."

Yule swallowed hard and opened them for him, lifting his hips slightly to give him easier access to his entrance.

"Take me... Take me, Ragnar..."

The invitation was too juicy not to accept, and Ragnar was too aroused. With a careful thrust of his hips Ragnar pushed the tip in and waited for Yule to settle before continuing.

"Nh...!" Yule put his hands to his mouth to keep from raising his voice.

"Don't hold back. If you want to scream, do so," Ragnar told him as he shoved it all the way in and Yule responded with a high-pitched moan. It was too late, Ragnar could no longer hold back. He started thrusting in and out, pounding Yule's body with his hips in increasing rhythm as he gasped with pleasure.

"Ah! Ah!" Yule cried out as he twisted the sheet between his fists. His head was turned and his eyes squeezed shut, but Ragnar gently grabbed him by the jaw to force him to look at him.

"Look at me, Yule," he told him as he plunged his member into his body again and again and again. "Tell me if you like what I'm doing to you."

Yule managed to open his eyes, sweating with his cheeks matching the red streaks in his hair. His moans were so sensual that Ragnar felt he wouldn't be able to stop until he cum inside him, but he needed to know if Yule was enjoying it as much as he was. His sweet moans of pleasure were telling him one thing, but why wasn't he answering his question? Was he imagining it all because that was what he wanted to believe?

Ragnar leaned over Yule, bringing his lips close to the boy's to feel his breath.

"If you want me to stop..."

Yule let go of the sheets and grabbed his face tightly to kiss him. He wrapped his legs around Ragnar's hips, applying pressure each time he entered.

"Nh... Don't..." he told him between kisses. "Don't stop... Keep going...!"

Ragnar obeyed, thrusting against him with all the strength of his massive body as he bit his lip and kissed him to keep the volume of both their moans at levels that wouldn't draw too much attention, though he didn't know if it was too late for that.

"Ragnar... I... I...!"

Yule let go of Ragnar and tried to cover his member with his hands so as not to stain his clothes with his semen. Ragnar didn't care, he just stood in rapt attention watching him arch his back and shudder with pleasure in the throes of his orgasm. He knew he wouldn't last much longer either, so he accelerated his pace with faster, deeper thrusts. He wanted to cum while he could still feel the muscle spasms of his partner's orgasm, and he did.

Leaning on his hands on either side of Yule's head, Ragnar clenched the sheets tightly as he gave the last thrusts against his buttocks, filling him with his seed to the very depths and feeling an ecstasy of pleasure he had never experienced before.

He lay on top of him for a few moments, breathing so hard that at times he still felt like he was moaning. They both looked at each other not quite knowing what to say, and finally Ragnar stowed his member back in his pants and lay on top of Yule, hugging him and resting his head on his chest.

Yule wrapped his arms around his head and planted a little kiss in his hair. Ragnar was so tired... But he didn't want to fall asleep, he wanted to talk to him.

"This thing we just did..."

Yule interrupted him with a sentence so quietly that Ragnar didn't manage to understand a word.

"Sorry, what?"

There was silence, as if Yule was weighing whether or not it was a good idea to repeat it louder.

"I said you can do this to me as many times as you want.... Whenever you want..."

The idea didn't sound bad, but it did sound bad. Ragnar raised his head to meet his gaze, but Yule was looking away again, avoiding him.

"Is that what you want, for me to come to you whenever I need sex?"

Yule nodded.

"And you, what will you do if you're the one who needs it?"

Yule remained silent. It felt like banging against a wall trying to get into a room that occasionally gave you a faint glimpse through a peephole. Ragnar sighed and climbed up until their heads were facing each other resting on the mattress.

"If you want to have sex with me again you're going to have to ask me," he told him as he gave him a little kiss on the nose. "But I promise you that whenever you ask I'm going to do my very best to give you all the pleasure you deserve."

Yule blushed and it was as if a little piece of that wall collapsed. He pressed his warm face to Ragnar's neck and nodded as his delicate hands gripped his shirt.

Ragnar wrapped his arms around him tightly, but also gently and carefully. He held a wounded bird in his hands and had every intention in the world to care for it and pamper it until one day it could finally fly free.

That thought and Yule's calm breathing lulled him into a deep sleep, completely forgetting that they still had a party to attend and that Owen would not be amused by Yule being gone so long. But Owen could go to hell with all his guests. At that moment only Yule filled his arms, his nostrils, his thoughts and his dreams.

Only Yule.

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What does Yule think about all this? Why does he communicate so little? Someday I'd like to write a continuation from Yule's point of view <3 So if you liked it, you can vote for that option in some future poll o3o.