Pouncing on People by Moonloon
 
 

"What the fuck!" Harper exclaimed as Tyr grabbed him and shoved him face first into the wall of the gym.

"I'm tired of waiting," came the reply.

Harper was stumped. "Waiting for what?"

"You know what."

"Nuh uh."

Tyr’s hand snaked around Harper’s body and clutched the front of his pants. "This."

Harper inhaled sharply.  "Oh shit!" He wondered how long Tyr had been lusting after him. The big guy was really hard to read and Harper had totally missed the signs, if there had been any. Not that he objected to being the object of anyone's lust, but a huge hormonally-enraged Neitzschean might be more than Harper could handle without warning.

Tyr was tugging off Harper’s tool belt with one hand while the other caressed his cock through the baggy pants. Harper gasped as Tyr bent over to lick and suck the area around his dataport. "Tyr, what the Hell are you doing?"

"I think humans call it foreplay."

Was that a joke?

"Uh huh. Why?"

"I thought you might complain if I just knocked you to the floor and fucked you."

"Good point, but that's not what I meant," said Harper.  The tool belt fell to the floor with a thud.  Tyr yanked impatiently at the fastenings of Harper’s pants, finally separating them. "I meant, why me?"

"I want you, and I can smell your arousal when we're together.  I'm not going to sit around getting frustrated any more."

"Don't I get a say in this?"

"Well you would have if that hadn't happened. Now you don't."

That was Harper’s cock rapidly swelling under Tyr’s hand. Harper groaned, "Tyr, this is a bad idea. A really bad idea."

"I don't care" Tyr replied as he bared Harper’s ass and squeezed the cheeks.

Harper gasped at the speed that this was happening as Tyr pressed a thumb into his ass. Ten minutes ago he was walking from the mess deck with his lunch, wondering if he could persuade Dylan to let him stop off for a week's R&R on Yarre; and now he was half naked and being almost unwillingly molested by an Alpha with, what felt like a huge hard on. Harper could feel it pressed against his back; hot, heavy and ready for action.

Harper shivered: the thumb in his ass was buried deep and lightly stroking his prostate while Tyr’s fingers squeezed his balls and the lips on his neck were driving him crazy. "Oh shit Tyr! Do it," he gasped as Tyr’s other hand roughly pumped his cock. All of sudden Harper didn't care that this was a bad idea.

With a growl Tyr pushed Harper’s legs apart.  He bent over slightly and heard Tyr cursing, there was the sound of a wrapper being crumpled and then the feel of slicked finger entering him.  Harper was relieved Tyr wasn't going in dry but barely held in a cry of pain as Tyr’s cockhead breached his opening. Fucking huge! He bit his lip and tried to relax as Tyr’s monster invaded him.

Harper felt as though he was being split in two until Tyr stilled inside him. He could hear and feel Tyr’s harsh breathing behind him. Tyr flexed his hips and Harper moaned at the sudden flare of pleasure that brought his cock back to full attention. Tyr did it again and began thrusting into Harper’s, now relaxed, body.

Harper was glad Tyr had a tight grip on his hips because the sensations running through his body were more than enough to buckle his knees. The pain was easing off and the pleasure was building…fast. He pushed back, impaling himself deeper, and screamed as Tyr gripped his cock in a twist and squeeze combination at the same time as his prostate was hit.

Harper came over Tyr’s hand and the wall. He was vaguely aware of Tyr bucking his orgasm into him and they sank to the floor.

Harper looked over at Tyr for the first time since the Neitzschean had dragged him into the gym. Tyr looked rather sheepish; Harper noticed the packet of mayonnaise he'd stashed in his tool belt along with his lunch.  "Forgot the lube. Sorry."

"S’okay" mumbled Harper.

"I’ll remember it next time."

"Next time?" Harper squeaked.

Tyr grinned wolfishly.  "Next time. You'll never be safe in these corridors again."

Harper laughed weakly. "You mean you’re just going to stalk me and pounce on me whenever you feel like it and I’ll get no warning whatsoever?"

Tyr stood, pulled his pants back up, grinned and walked out.

Harper smiled. "Oh man this is going to be fun."

The end

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