Boyfriends and Strangers

Scent of Cedar and Tree Moss

"Ugh, why is this so difficult?" Beam exclaimed, slamming his head against the table in frustration.

Despite his love for mathematics, Beam found himself struggling with this particular problem. He was known for being the top student in his class and even the entire batch, excelling in every subject. Being a college topper for two consecutive years wasn't an easy feat. However, this one problem seemed to be getting the best of him, causing him a headache for the past fifteen minutes.

Beam knew that it wasn't a major issue; there was just a small detail he was overlooking. If he could just concentrate and focus, he was confident he would find the solution.

Taking a deep breath, Beam let out a groan. It suddenly dawned on him that the problem wasn't with the math itself, but something else entirely.

He couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, causing him to squint his eyes and let out a low growl, even though there was no anger behind it.

The main reason for his current situation had nothing to do with his studies. But how could he possibly concentrate when his senses were overwhelmed by the intoxicating combination of that strong, musky scent and the sweet aroma of Forth Jaturapoom. The hints of cedar, tree moss, and sweetness troubled him deeply.

Beam forcefully closed the book, turning his body to confront the alpha.

"How many times do I have to remind you not to come here straight after your football practice?" he grumbled at the sweaty alpha sprawled on his bed, looking absolutely irresistible.

His hair was soaked, and his slim white t-shirt clung tightly to his biceps and chest. Beam felt his throat go dry as he watched, knowing that the sweet scent of plum his wolf was releasing into the air was a dead giveaway. He couldn't help but love how it mixed with Forth's earthy aroma.

"You know what to do, baby," Forth said with a smirk. "Come on, bring that ass over here." He ran his hand suggestively over his crotch, nibbling on his bottom lip with a low growl. "Sit on my face already."

Beam squeezed his thighs together reflexively. "Forth..." he moaned. "My parents are downstairs."

"That's never stopped us before." The alpha grinned, sitting up to pull his t-shirt off over his head.

Beam let out a low growl, his eyes flickering with a fiery amber that mirrored his wolf's intensity. His hungry gaze traced down the alpha's flawless physique, appreciating every sculpted curve. His boyfriend was incredibly fit, dedicating himself to the gym four times a week and excelling in football. It was no surprise that he possessed an athletic body, complete with bulging biceps that could easily support them against a wall, defined muscles that formed an impressive eight-pack, a broad chest begging to be explored, and powerful thighs that he wouldn't mind gripping tightly while pleasuring him orally.

His ass cheeks started to feel damp as his breath became faster. Damn Forth for making him feel like this. He was completely powerless when it came to the alpha.

Forth appeared to be quite the catch with his tattoos proudly on show. His hair, which reached his shoulders and was as dark as night, was tied up in a man bun, exposing the attractive undercut he had recently acquired. And as if that wasn't sufficient, the new eyebrow and lip piercings drove his mind wild. It was clear that he had undergone a remarkable transformation since graduating from high school.

"Come on now, baby. Take those shorts off. You know you want to," Forth coaxed, rolling his shoulder and licking his lips.

Oh, God!

Version 1: The familiar warmth twisted in his gut as he squeezed his thighs and glanced at his locked door. His breaths were becoming labored and his lower region buzzed with desire. Just the mere thought of what that mischievous tongue could do to him was enough to make him feel all flustered and turned on.