sticks and bones (but not that kind) (unless...?)

[leggierissimo]

[Getting thrown into the mortifying ordeal of being known so soon after being thrown into an entirely foreign environment has... not been the easiest thing for Joshua to adjust to, no matter how he might put on a face that says otherwise. It's been decades since anyone got to know him — for good reason, of course — and here Beat is, knowing him better than even Hanekoma knew him.

Knowing him intimately, at that, which is a whole other can of worms.

The Joshua that Beat knows is different, even though what tidbits he's gleaned from the Werewolf's thoughts are frighteningly similar. But the Joshua that Beat knows has had literal years to adjust. They had years together. He and Beat have not.

But oh, he found out so quickly why the other him had fallen as he did. Beat's big heart and charming attitude and the occasional glimpse of mischief in his eye and/or his voice have... well. They've chipped away at him fast. It started as simply wanting to follow the other around, make sure he didn't get into trouble, but the more they spent time together, the more he realized that he was actually having fun. And in that fun, combined with the loving glances and affectionate thoughts that he just kept picking up on... maybe he caved. Just a little.

It began as flirting, as it always does. Back and forth, but this time Beat isn't as easy a target as he could be thanks to prior experience with the other him, and Joshua ends up very pleasantly surprised and intrigued by the actual playful banter that results from it. From flirting, it shifts to casual touches here and there, the shoulder, the forearm, the back. Leaning fully over Beat's shoulder to see what he's looking at, provided the werewolf is ducking down.

It's when things move on to holding hands and kissing that Joshua realizes he's in trouble. He'd played it off to himself as offering Beat comfort when he needed it, clearly missing this other him and being reminded every day, but was that really the reason? It would be a cruel thing to do, sure, but who is he really fooling here? It isn't offering Beat comfort — it's indulging his own curiosity. Which might be just as bad, but...

Being loved... isn't as bad as he thought it might be. It's the warmest he's felt in his entire life.

Curiosity is what motivates him today, on this lazy early spring day where the two of them are spending time in each other's company. Presently, he's laying sort of half-sprawled on the couch, legs over Beat's lap with his ankles hooked just past the far border of Beat's thigh. It's the sort of casual being-in-someone-else's-personal-bubble that he very quickly got used to. Mostly because it's him doing the intruding, and not the other way around.

Whatever conversation they're having, he waits until it tapers off into a natural pausing point, and then he closes his eyes.]

Say, Beat... What sort of things did you get up to with the other me?

[Curiosity may end up killing the cat here. But sue him. He wants to peek. Not at all for personal motives.]

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[soundsurfing]

[ It started strange, he'd have to admit, his brain balking under the idea that this Josh is his Josh. Yet as time went on, he began to realize... well, it is. Unlike his alternate world selves, Josh is Josh. No matter the realm. It's just. All Josh. It just happens that, for some reason, he got reset. It's still his Josh, just back to square one.

Which is fine, it just means Beat gets to try and romance him all over again!

And the fact it actually seems to work is maybe half to the fact that Beat knows all the little buttons to press, and the fact he genuinely likes Josh. There's intent there, sure, but just... genuine affection. He just wants to be with him, even in a friendly way, if that's all it comes down to.

So when he finds that they're slowly falling into how it used to be, the give and take, the sass and teasing, Beat's elated. Even more so when it seems he won Josh over just like he did before. Persistent stupidity. He doesn't know, he doesn't care, all he knows is he cherishes each touch and every kiss, just like he did before. And when Josh needs his room, he gives it.

Or lets him decide when and where to space invade, like they end up that day. Beat's head is back on the couch, eyes closed, simply enjoying the silence after their recent conversation, one hand on Josh's knee and the other just resting behind his head. He's almost dozing when the question pops up, and he hums softly.

He opens one eye to peek sideways at Josh, his lips curling up into a grin, pondering the face he loves with it's eyes closed and resting. ]

How detailed you want me to get? Jus' general idea or some saucy smut novel shit? Which you totally wrote, by the way, and were great at it.

[leggierissimo]

[Oho. That detail gets one eye to open, Josh's lips quirking up at the corners.]

Did I, now? I'd be interested in reading it, but... well.

[It is what it is. Though, the idea of writing something like that isn't exactly off-putting... Hmm. Now he's really curious.]

However detailed you'd like to get. I'm open-minded.

[soundsurfing]

[ Okay that makes Beat's grin get wider, absolutely gremlin now. ]

'Mind me to put in an ask wid Eda [sure] later fer yer books then. Lemme tell you, tho, you wrote whatchu knew.

[ However detailed he wants to get, hm. For a moment Beat thinks it over, squeezing Josh's knee gently under his fingers, before grinning. ]

Well, le's start wid: I know spots on you that will make you melt, whether you realize it or not yerself. I can show ya~

[leggierissimo]

[Eda.............]

Aww, you would do that for me? How sweet of you.

[He is absolutely hamming it up, saccharine tone and all. Up until Beat mentions spots, at which point he sobers just a little, his other eye opening.

That's as far as the sobering goes, though. The smirk doesn't dissipate.]

Oh? Well, now you've got me curious. How could I say no?

[Full bravado! He's not backing down.]

[soundsurfing]

[ Hm. He ponders Josh for a moment. He knows Josh isn't backing down because that's just how Josh is but it might become too much for the other. He licks his lips a little, his eyes dropping down to Josh's throat.

It's been a while since he's tasted him. ]

You sure? You wanna make a safe word in case you get overwhelmed?

[ Yes, he's being absolutely serious. They've been making out a little here and there, but that doesn't mean he's going to push Josh to his limits immediately. ]

[leggierissimo]

[... huh! Well! Isn't that interesting! He's never felt that kind of tingle before. Very much on reflex, Josh licks his lips in an echo of Beat just a moment before. Beat looking at his throat like he's some kind of prey being considered for slaughter, even when Beat is in a human form, is...

Hmm! It's an interesting feeling, in combination with the clear concern. Involuntarily, he feels his cheeks flushing. Ugh. Human bodies...]

Very considerate of you. But, if I have any issues, I can just freeze you in place.

[Complete with a dramatic wiggling of the fingers on one hand, for a tension-breaking effect. Not for him, obviously. He's not at all tense.]

[soundsurfing]

[ HA! He knows that flush. Got him. The freeze in place spot makes him snort softly, the grin turning downright predatory indeed. He is a werewolf still, after all. And even more dangerous now that his brain isn't constantly devolving into dog. ]

Aight, use it when you need it, cuz I ain't gonna be gentle. You don't like it like that.

[ Grabbing Josh's legs he suddenly hauls the other down further, forcing him onto his back on the couch, twisting himself as he does to lunge a little, situating himself between Josh's legs and braced over him, locking him between his arms.

He's quick to cover Josh's mouth with a hand and tilt his chin up, then bend down and dig his teeth hard into his adams apple. The bite wide enough to clamp around his throat, over the windpipe. And while there's no threat of sharp teeth, the power behind it is still there. ]

[leggierissimo]

[He doesn't like it like-- Josh knows that Beat knows him like the back of his hand. He knows that Beat knows things about him that he doesn't know himself. But to have it said out loud, so boldly and assuredly...! He begins to scoff, but the noise is cut off in his throat as he's abruptly yanked from his comfortable reclining position.

It's all a matter of a second or two, but it's quicker than Josh has time to react to. One moment Beat is over him and between his legs, and the next his throat is being pinched between blunt but nonetheless strong teeth. The noise he makes is highly undignified, somewhere between a whimper and a gurgle, but his breath staggers against Beat's hand and his pulse pounds in his throat.

And his knees, quite reflexively, bend upward to press against the outside of Beat's hips. He'll assess that one later.

Beat will, however, notice that for just fragments of a second here and there, he won't be able to move. It's a broken hold, not one that can actually do any good, and it's more frequent at first but tapers off into nonexistence within a handful of seconds. A clear sign of Josh fighting with himself, kneejerk reaction telling him to stop the perceived attack but every other inch of him ready and more than willing to cave.

At the end of it all, there's a soft, barely-there whimper. But his heart is still pounding, and his breath is still beating out a staccato against Beat's hand, his face is flushed, and he's not saying no. He is, no matter how much a part of his brain might hate it, entirely subdued by one simple thing.]

[soundsurfing]

[ The noise is familiar and drives Beat absolutely wild, even through the stuttering freezing of his body. He's missed this, he's missed his husband damnit, and he wants to devour the other. Drink in every sound like it's the finest liquor, cover every inch of Josh's body with his tongue. See what the differences are now that he has Josh as Josh, and not whatever monster he may be at the time.

As the holds on him eventually stops, he hums a deep noise of approval in the back of his throat, shifting his weight more onto his knees to get his thighs under Josh's, to lift the others hips and settle him more properly in against him. It makes his teeth tug on skin, a subtle threat, until he's positioned with their groins pressed tight together.

And there's no hiding the way this simple thing has Beat aroused, his cock bulging his pants and rubbing up against Josh in turn.

Moving his hand from Josh's face, he tucks both of them under the other's back, sliding them down first to fit under his shirt, then up. Until he reaches the shoulder blades, his fingers searching for the soft parts to then dig his nails into, dragging roughly across them. The spots he knows turn Josh further into a pliant mess. He pulls his teeth back as he does, but doesn't move away, breathing hotly against the dented wet spots he made. His voice is low, commanding. ]

How good is you at snappin' clothes away?

[leggierissimo]

[Well! There's not much that Josh can do about being pulled like that. Not that he would, of course, but the way that Beat's teeth pull just so at his skin renders him entirely still, the threat of his throat being damaged at all by this abruptly making his body feel very, very hot.

Feeling Beat hard against him is... not as startling as he feels it should be, all things considered. In fact, Josh seems to be handling it very well. The hold on his throat may contribute to that, but it certainly isn't impeding his own body from responding in kind. Though not quite as hard, when Beat rubs against him, he will feel the beginnings of his body stirring.

Which is only made worse when Beat's nails find his back, the semi-hard lump twitching against Beat's.]

Ah--

[His mouth no longer covered means that he's free to make all kinds of noises, and boy does he! Just as expected, the drag of nails across his shoulder blades sends electricity skittering through his body and rendering his muscles sluggish and limp. With his throat still exposed and held, it makes it all too easy to let his head fall back, eyes closing as he pulls in a shaky breath.

Beat really hadn't been kidding, at this point - just two highly targeted assaults later, and he's all but putty in the werewolf's hands. Not to mention that tone has every hair on his body standing on end.]

... I can... make new ones, if that's what you're worried about.

[Oh, fuck him, but he's sold on it already. His voice is breathy, but he manages a soft chuckle despite it.]

[soundsurfing]

[ Heh, look at him. It's nice to know that the spots are still the same, and not just a product of the other going through transformation. His mouth curves into a wicked grin against Josh's throat, and he moves his tongue over the bite marks in a slow motion, taking his time to taste him, feel the pulse jumping. ]

Oh good.

[ Guess what, Josh. You're about to get a surprise as Beat activates his amulet to shift forms, shaking himself and growling as the change overcomes him. Why does he do so? So he can shift his hands down, dig his now claws into Josh's pants, and simply rip along the seams.

And as he does so, his muzzle pulls back in a grin, as he begins to bite softly against Josh's throat again, mouthing lightly with the occasional press of teeth to leave a mark. Sharp teeth that threaten to rip and tear, even if he knows Josh can freeze him in spot. It's the principle.

It takes him a bit to rip the pants properly so he doesn't have to move away, while also pulling fabric aside. And sorry, but he's doing the same to the shirt, then promptly digs his teeth into Josh's shoulder. ]

[leggierissimo]

[Oh.

Oh.

Beat shifting to his other form has always been an option on the table. Josh knows this. He's very well aware. But to see it actually happening when they're only just beginning to fool around... His eyes go wide, and his breath catches in his throat. Beat's other form has always been impressively large, but in this context...

It's making a shiver run down his spine. That shouldn't make him feel the way he does, and yet he recalls Beat's words before. He doesn't like it gentle.]

Oh.

[And that's all he says. But that one word, however breathed out it may be, is full of interest. Even as Beat's claws dig into the fabrics of his pants and tear them down, that interest doesn't wane. In fact, it's fairly evident once the clothes on his lower half are gone. In a matter of seconds, he isn't just half-hard anymore.

He'd be more flustered if he wasn't presently so eager for whatever he's about to get.

The sharper teeth are far more of a threat, and Josh remains still and pliant, letting the werewolf above him do as he pleases. It must have been so hard to go for so long, he realizes, seeing your husband but not being able to do anything about it. And it's only then that he realizes what Beat meant about him writing from experience.

He laughs, then, just a stutter of a breath and a brief flex in his throat to show it, but it's such a funny thought that he can't not.

His pants are already in tatters, and his shirt soon joins them on the floor. He should feel exposed, being entirely nude like this, but he doesn't. It feels comfortable, and he feels... safe? Hm. It's only a second or two of fleeting thought that occurs before those teeth are digging into his shoulder, at which point Josh sucks in a breath and his brow furrows into a V, but he doesn't complain and doesn't freeze Beat for it. Instead, he curls his arms up, grasping on to handfuls of fur at Beat's back, blunt nails scraping the skin. Reflex maybe, but... intimate all the same.]

[soundsurfing]

[ The laugh makes him hey against Josh's shoulder, but it's obvious by the tone he's not upset, releasing his bite on Josh's shoulder to eyeball his handiwork. It's not nearly as hard as he could have gone; though a demi-God, Josh's form is still human enough he doesn't want to break anything. Instead it's just white marks in the right shape, and his tail begins to wag.

And even more so as he feels the grab on his fur and the blunted nails scratching harmlessly. ]

Hm... Aight, I showed you part one, yo.

[ Oh yes, Beat is going to tease him, pulling his head away to grind down at Josh, his tongue licking against his teeth - tongue stud clicking - as he ponders the other like a piece of meat. ]

We got a few options here, an' it'd all depend on yer mood. Sometimes you jus' want me to-

[ Reaching down with one hand, Beat grabs Josh's hips, claws digging into the skin and leaving red welts, as he lifts the other to position the tip of his arousal between his cheeks. Just enough to drag along them. ]

-Go for gold. You really liked jus' bein' taken like I ain't got control, an' 'course I liked to o- uh... oplige. Sometimes I really jus' liked watchin' you squirm until you begged though. An' you had the prettiest, breathiest begs.

[leggierissimo]

[Ooh. Now that's a look. Josh can hear the little clink of the tongue stud against teeth, and boy does it make his stomach tense. A few options, hmm...

Though, the fact that he tended to be on the receiving end of things is a surprise. Did this other him not simply let Beat get him riled up first? The fact that he'd given up control to Beat in that extent, though... Goodness, it sounds like he's in for a very, very worthwhile ride.

The feeling of Beat's cock gently pressing against his ass - even without being too intrusive - makes his own cock twitch with desire as he pulls in an involuntary breath, and really, body, could you not be such a traitor?

After a couple of seconds, Josh licks his lips, tipping his head back against the couch cushions a little.]

... well, considering this is functionally my introduction to such things - as I'm sure you're aware, knowing me as you do - why don't we... take things slow, so to speak?

[Not because he still has nerves that need soothing. He's perfectly fine. But taking it easy is the best way to try something new, isn't it? That's all it is. Besides, he's inclined to be indulgent. Beat has been waiting so long, after all.]

[soundsurfing]

[ His nose works a little as the smell of arousal grows thicker in the air. A familiar scent, if not as strong now as it used to be. It makes him want to simply take what was his, to plunge into Josh's body and mate the Composer all over again, until he smells of Beat inside and out. Somehow he manages not to do that, holding back as he watches the other with a look that's slowly growing more feral by the minute. He hm's to going slow, forcing himself to focus. ]

Slow it is.

[ Reluctantly he pulls back, scooting himself back onto the couch and grabbing Josh's legs as he does to lift them. But not in the way he may be expecting. Instead he bends the poor Composer almost double, do you need to breathe like this Josh? so he can hold him there with one hand and spread his cheeks with the other, using his thumb to pull one apart. Just enough he can get to the tight pucker of skin there, where he will instantly dig his tongue into. A hot wet forceful lick, Beat growling in his throat as he laps in slow rough drags, deliberately catching his stud on the edges as he does.

Josh made a mistake choosing slow, because Beat's going to get the Composer absolutely blown open for him. ]

[leggierissimo]

[You know, Josh had been fully confident in his decision to take it slow. With the way Beat's eyes are taking on a nearly feral glint, though, he's beginning to wonder if it would have been better to just let Beat have his way. Doing things this way, he's just egging on that mischievous side.

Hell if he doesn't love it, though, or the way it makes goosebumps prickle to life all over his body.

Unfortunately, however, he does need to breathe in this body. When he's lifted he expects to be rearranged in some way, but not quite like this. The sudden push to be nearly folded in half causes the air to rush from his lungs in a soft wheeze, and Josh frowns, cheeks flushing involuntarily.]

What do you think you're--

[But his words are interrupted by that tongue suddenly sliding against him, and they die out in a soft gurgle in Josh's throat. The way the stud snags on his skin makes what little breath he has hitch, and his hands reflexively move to grab on to... to something, couches don't have bedsheets and this one doesn't have spare pillows with the cushions. The edges of the cushion that meet the arm of the couch are what he inevitably lands on, but he needs to hold on to something. With the look in Beat's eye before, he knows he's in for a ride, and it isn't going to stop at licking.]

[soundsurfing]

[ He wants to laugh to Josh's reaction, instead he focuses on working his tongue over that twitching hole. Digging at it in little quick pokes, just to oh-so-slowly work him open. And up. The other man wanted to go slow, so that's exactly what's going to happen. As much as Beat wants to jam his tongue in, he goes slowly, circling and licking and digging in nice and slow, letting his stud drag and tug with every motion. Eventually his licks begin to get deeper, press harder, forcefully working those muscles open. Each motion is deliberate, almost tortuously so.

And more so for him probably than Josh, because the taste of his husband coating his tongue again is making him almost violent with need. He can't stop the growls that vibrate up from his chest, deep rumbles of want as he begins to get a little rougher, digs his tongue in harder, each motion almost becoming desperate instead of deliberate.

And then he pops his head up, gasping hard, his eyes closed. ]

I... I dunno if I can go slow, yo. You dunno how much I been missin' this. Wantin' you. Fuck...

[ That's gotten out mere moments before Beat drops Josh's hips just enough to line his cock up, so he can drop his head down and suck Josh into his mouth, the sharp teeth encasing him almost worryingly so, but he skillfully keeps them from touching anywhere. Instead he drags his tongue hard along Josh's shaft, curling it around, dragging the stud up to the tip, where he flicks it hard against the slit. It's sloppy and fast, and needy beyond believe, as he sucks and laps and growls around him. ]

[leggierissimo]

[Once Beat starts to dig in in earnest, Josh finds he's having a hard time holding back the sounds. The licking and tonguing at the outer rim was easy enough to mute by pressing his lips together and closing his eyes, but deeper? Oh, deeper is far different. It's intrusive, and it should feel uncomfortable, but it doesn't. Beat's tongue is warm, as is his breath against his skin, and the stud digs into places previously hidden. And certainly a time or two, Beat's tongue flicks over just the right spot to make Josh's abdominal muscles and cock both twitch in time with a sharp gasp of air.

The touches ramping up into rougher and rougher ones hardly bother him at this point. It's a logical progression, and beyond that, it feels good. It's hardly slow and steady at this point, and--

And then Beat's tongue pulls away entirely, and Josh is left flushed and breathless, entire body buzzing with the remnants of pleasure. His chest rises and falls rapidly for a moment as his brain filters in the words, and the strong desire behind them hits him like a brick. He knew Beat had been missing that other him, but to project that same want on him... Surely that's all it is, projection. But even so...

Before he can say anything, though, he's being shifted again. With less pressure from being folded nearly in half, he can breathe far easier, but it's traded off for the sudden hot dampness around his cock, which throbs hard inside of Beat's mouth. Josh can't quite muffle a yelp behind tightly-closed lips, and one hand quickly leaves its grasp on the couch cushion to plant itself firmly over his mouth. Oh. Oh, those are very sharp teeth in that hot mouth around him right now.]

Fuck.

[It's breathed out and no more than a reedy whisper, and hidden behind his mouth besides, but it's there. Beat's tongue manages to lap up the heavy bead of moisture that's developed at Josh's tip, but more will be forthcoming if he keeps this up!]

[soundsurfing]

[ The taste of pre against his tongue makes him groan, and he works his tongue over the slit and around the crown to try and coax more out. He needs Josh. This IS his husband, everything about him is the same, he's just been reverted. And he's been dying to do everything with him. And now that he has him under him, he wants to eat him alive. Make him scream.

He lavishes Josh's cock with skill, dragging his tongue up and down the shaft in hard strokes, pressing his head down to pull him completely into his mouth, swallowing around his tip to make it slightly less sloppy, before popping back up. He pulls his mouth off to simply take a few licks at the base of it, before pressing his teeth oh so gently to the flesh. Just a soft touch, a warning. Then he moves his mouth back a bit, breathing hotly against the damp skin. ]

How easily you able to shift yer body. I wann- no, yo. I need to fuck you. You ain't even aware of how much you got me goin'. You dunno how down bad you get me.

[ He can show him though, sitting upright and letting Josh's legs down, so Josh can see Beat's own arousal. Sheath wrinkled back, cock swollen, red, and the hardest it's ever been. The beginnings of his knot already beginning to swell, pre dribbling continuously from the tip. ]

I know you wanted slow, but I can't. It's been too long, I needchu too bad. Please...

[leggierissimo]

[Oh, but that groan around him is vibrating through his entire lower half. Josh groans in return, eyes squeezing tightly shut. For never having done this in his life, this sure is a lot to take in all in one day, but who is he if not adventurous?

The brief threat of teeth against him before the heat pulls away entirely is enough to make him shiver, just a slight tremble through his body. And then it's... over, aside from hot breath on his cock, and Josh lets his eyes crack open. Beat is pleading. This is the plea of a breaking man, separated from his husband, desperate for the love and the physical connection. Josh, for a moment, can't tell if it's selfish of him to indulge or not.

But then he looks down. And that... oh. That's. Well. His cheeks are already flushed from the exertion, thankfully, but his eyes do briefly go wide. That's... a lot of Beat there, standing at attention almost painfully.

That could be in him in a matter of moments. And he doesn't feel the slightest bit of trepidation.]

... well... go big or go home, hm?

[He lets out a breathy chuckle, shifting his weight a bit. Averting his eyes from the display for a moment, he takes in their current situation. A couch may not be the best place for this, let alone the most comfortable...]

Take me to the bed. Then, you can do whatever you like. Just be mindful that this body might not be as durable as the one you're used to, but I'm sure you're aware that I don't mind a little pain.

[soundsurfing]

[ He's about to simply pounce when Josh says go big or go home, but stops when he's told to take him upstairs to bed. He grits his teeth together as he wills his cock to go down some, because walking like this is going to be a chore, before giving up. Whatever. He stands carefully, dick bobbing almost comically, and reaches down to gather Josh up, easily lifting the other into a bridal hold. Being nice about it, he could toss him over his shoulder then turn and bite his cheek. Instead he carries him gently and properly, taking him towards the bedroom.

Sadly, if Josh is expecting to be laid down gently, he's mistaken. The moment Beat reaches the bed, he drops the other, then quickly leans down to push him onto his back. His muzzle snaps at air, and then he drags his tongue hard across one of Josh's nipples, deliberately catching the stud on it to add that pressure point. Kneeling on the bed, he grabs one of Josh's legs and lifts it up and onto his hip, spreading the Composer open for him and positioning him better so he can drag his cock along his cheeks, find the crease and thrust against it.

Not aiming to enter yet, but to tease, let the tip of his dick hit his hole and threaten with every motion, which causes Beat to growl in his throat. ]

I know 'zactly how you like it, yo.

[ Nipping along Josh's chest, he pauses briefly to rearrange his hips, this time his movement deliberate as he lines himself up. The tapered tip of his cock pressing against Josh's hole, making Beat shudder with desire. ]

Relax.

[ He will give Josh a moment or two only, before moving his mouth up to clamp down hard around Josh's throat, tightening his teeth almost violently into his windpipe and thrusting forward at the same time, burying his cock into Josh in one swift motion. ]

[leggierissimo]

[The gentleness is surprising, but nonetheless very welcome. Josh recognizes the sheer amount of restraint that Beat is maintaining, and even as he's being carried he isn't about to let that go unappreciated. One hand lifts, pressing against Beat's cheek and gently scratching through the fur with a sly little smile. In the absence of being able to reach that muzzle for a kiss, it's the best he can do.

Being basically thrown on the bed is a stark contrast to how gently he'd been carried to it. He begins to scoff, but it's interrupted by Beat pushing him back on the bed and running a tongue over his nipple, the stud scraping against sensitive skin forcing a short gasp from his throat. It's a good distraction as he's readjusted to be spread open for Beat's benefit, at least, though the tip pressing against his hole has it flexing in reflex.

Well. He can't complain. He did tell Beat that he could do as he pleased.]

Hard and rough?

[He's already sounding a little breathy from the attention he's been getting, but the teasing lilt is still there.

At least, until Beat takes his throat roughly between those sharp teeth of his. That moment or two may or may not have been enough for him to properly relax enough for something like this, but there's a brief tense as his voice clips off into an undignified 'hrgk!'. Not enough to prohibit Beat, however, as he just seems to plow right on in! The effort of it knocks the wind briefly out of Josh's lungs, stunning him into stillness far more than the teeth at his lungs had already done. It's far, far more than Beat's tongue had been, overwhelmingly so, and as soon as the paralysis wears off he's scrambling to grab at Beat's back while simultaneously freezing him in place, still deep inside. He needs a moment to adjust.

Belatedly, he realizes he should say something. But he can't. His voice refuses to work. So, he slips a quick, scattered thought into Beat's mind.]

Not stopping. Adjusting. Sorry.

[And, true to his word, he will let up the hold after most of a minute. It's bit by bit, inch by inch, like recovering from an arm that's fallen asleep without the troublesome tingling feeling. But before a minute is over, Beat will have full range of motion once more.]

[soundsurfing]

[ Hard and rough is only half of it, as Josh just discovered. Brutal, is more like it. But before Beat can pull out to begin to fuck his husband properly - he's frozen.

For a moment it makes him worry: Josh might have liked it brutal before being a monster but what if he was wrong about this Josh? What if it was just too much? Did he go overboard? Too fast? Before he can freak out and begin mentally apologizing, he's given a thought. Adjusting. Instantly he relaxes and sends back a gentle okay, waiting until he begins to feel the hold slip.

He'll wait - because there's not much else he can do - until the feeling drops completely. Until he can test and move every muscle. Then he releases Josh's throat enough to lick an apology over the marks, and pull his cock out of his body. It's not a slow drag, as much as he would love to take his sweet time. It's a quick jerk back of his hips, almost completely unsheathing himself, before ramming back in. The edge of his knot presses against Josh's ass from the motion, but doesn't enter. Obviously not yet.

Shifting his hands, Beat digs them underneath Josh to his shoulder blades and digs his claws into those soft spots, raking hot thin lines across the skin there as he begins to rut, driving his cock in and out with a desperate needy abandon, fucking Josh as hard as he can. Though he does hold back a bit, giving Josh both time to adjust to the pace and to see if he can handle rougher.

And each thrust forward comes with a nip at his throat, teeth threatening to break skin as he huffs and puffs, slicking his husband up with the constantly leaking pre. ]

[leggierissimo]

[Josh knew that as soon as he let go, Beat would be right back to the punishing pace. It's why the release was staggered, and why, when Beat slams back into him, he's prepared for it. The stretch is still a bit much, still a little overwhelming, but he can manage.

But oh, that ramming back in strikes a wonderful spot. It sends his voice keening, head tilting back against the mattress as heat lances through the coiling feeling in his abdomen, his own cock bobbing with the movement. The feeling of Beat's knot against his ass registers briefly, but only as a flickering thought of 'oh, there's more' before being blasted away by the jolts of pleasure.

It's when Beat digs those claws into his back that he knows the ride is hitting full speed. The pinpoints of pain intersecting with the bone-deep pleasure that leaves him limp and pliant only add to the pleasure lancing through his lower half, and what were previously exhales turn into soft, kittenish whimpers at the end of every breath. Targeting his back only makes his muscles relax further, though, and so in combination with Beat's pre slicking things up considerably, the werewolf will have very little issue.

The only issue that exists, at least to Josh, is the feeling that he's winding up awfully quickly. His fingers grip tight fistfuls of fur, and he leans forward to press his face into Beat's shoulder just enough that his throat is still open for attack.]

[soundsurfing]

[ God the pliancy of Josh's body as he goes limp is perfect and wonderful, and Beat groans as he begins to move easier without the press of muscles trying to keep him out. He knows when he hits that spot in Josh every time Josh makes that noise, and he bares his teeth into a feral grin as he tries to do his best to hit it again and again, though he knows it's going to be random. But he can make sure his thrusts are hard and rough, so if he does hit it, it burns through the other like fire.

The grabbing at his fur and the face against his shoulder makes him almost laugh. Right, Josh is unused to this again. Overwhelmed. He licks against his throat softly, but doesn't ease up on his assault, hips rolling and thrusting to rock his cock in and out at as fast a pace as he dares. He bites again, briefly, before releasing just as quickly in a teasing manner. ]

I love you.

[ His words are broken by his thrusting and panting, but audible and clear, his claws pressing hard into Josh's skin, scratching as his shoulder blades. ]

I love you, yo, cuz you are you.

[ No matter if he lost his memory and reverted to Composer. It's still Josh. It's still his husband. It's still the man he crashed into love with. He bites at Josh's throat again, clamping hard this time, drawing a little bit of blood that he licks away from around his teeth, shifting his knees to get a better angle as he begins to thrust harder, pushing forcefully to bounce his knot against Josh's ass. The sensation causes his cock to throb and twitch, shivering pleasure rolling down his spine and causing his fur to stand on end. He wants to knot him so badly, wants to claim him all over again properly. ]

[leggierissimo]

[With the easier passage comes harder thrusts, and Josh isn't about to complain. Not all, but most are hitting just right, and the stretch of himself to accommodate Beat means that the area is stretched taut and is rendered all the more sensitive. The more that Beat thrusts, the more that Josh breaks his silence, gifting the werewolf with a chorus of short but wonderful sounds.

Until his brain filters in those words. Words he's never heard before, outside of his mother's possessive platitudes what feels like a lifetime ago. It could just be Beat saying it on reflex, so used to being with his other self, but no. No, the emphasis was on you. It's directed at him, not at the vague notion of him.

No one has ever said this to him in a way that feels so free, so unconditional. No one has...

He feels his throat tightening uncomfortably, and he keeps his temple firmly against Beat's shoulder, trying to focus on the molten coil in his gut rather than the burning in his eyes.

But it means that the noises he makes now are raw. Nothing is held back now, after the gut punch of three little words. Each thrust gets a new sound, the teeth at his throat leave him sobbing breathlessly with the prick of pain from his skin breaking. And the knot against his ass--

He knows what that's for, at least in other canines. He also knows that this body of his isn't as sturdy as whatever monster form he'd had before. But he knows Beat wants it, too, can hear that desire loud and clear, and he's feeling so very weak.]

Do it--

[It's a short, clipped command that isn't as commanding as it might normally be. He can feel the coil winding too tightly, his toes curling, and he knows he doesn't have much left in him.]

[soundsurfing]

[ Those noises rile Beat up further. Those beautifully raw, uncontrolled noises. Beat moans into Josh's throat to them, unable to keep himself silent any longer. He joins Josh in grunting and growling, adding his voice to his partners, panting through his nose as heat pools low in his stomach.

Especially when Josh demands him to do it.

And god, does he know what he means.

Shifting himself a little better, he braces himself with one hand - having to take it from Josh's shoulder blade but it'll be worth it - and drags his cock out to the tip. Gives Josh a moment to breathe by releasing his throat.

Then slams his hips forward as hard as he can. His knot pops in easily with the force, and begins to swell quickly, keeping him from pulling out even as he reflexively yanks back to try and thrust again. It makes him snarl, muscles tensing as he ruts in as deep as he can to lock them together, cock jerking and twitching as he begins to come from the pressure and pleasure rocketing through him. ]

Josh!

[ It's almost a howl as he ties with his husband, and he shifts his mouth to Josh's shoulder to lay a love bite there, digging in deep as his hips rock in short aborted ruts, rubbing his knot in and out as much as he can until he's too swollen to move. ]

[leggierissimo]

[The moment that he's given to breathe feels like an eternity to Josh. It's a necessary moment, yes, because he does unfortunately need to breathe in this body, but the anticipation of what's coming is almost too much to bear. He lets out a shuddering breath, licking his lips as he loosens his grip on Beat's fur to give him more room to maneuver.

A heartbeat that feels like forever and an instant all at once. One, two, a thousand--

The force with which Beat thrusts forward is harder than before, and for good reason. Josh's body gives easily under the strain and accepts Beat's knot like it was built for it, though the difference is immediate. Josh thought he'd been stretched wide before, but the sheer amount of pressure--

Josh whimpers hard as the knot swells and doesn't seem inclined to stop. It pulls on him, each rut dragging the pressure across oversensitive areas, and he grits his teeth against it. Even as he can feel Beat losing his grasp and succumbing to the pleasure, he tries to hold out, drink in the feeling just one more second.

Beat's teeth digging into his shoulder is the final nail in the coffin. With a choked shout and. desperate grab for Beat's back, Josh finally comes, and hard, the first shot making it all the way up to the bottom of his ribcage. The ones that follow aren't as forceful, but still seem to be pushed forward by each little rut that Beat manages to make.]

[soundsurfing]

[ The way Josh's body clenches down around his cock and knot with the force of his orgasm makes Beat snarl in raw pleasure, a shudder working through his body as the squeeze and pressure force him to shoot again. Each spasm down drags another round out of him, until there's simply no more to give and he just leaks. Doing his best to fill Josh up, some instinctual part of him trying to make sure his mate is good and thoroughly fucked and smelling so deeply of him no one else will look twice.

Pulling his teeth from Josh's shoulder, licking over the bloody wounds in apology, he shifts himself around. He's way more flexible like this, with a canine like spine, so it doesn't take him much to be able to reach Josh's chest and stomach with his muzzle and long tongue... to lick at the bits of cum splatter he can, cleaning Josh's taste off of him. The position puts some strain on his aching knot, makes him grunt and buck just a little like he's trying to wedge himself further into Josh, before he straightens up again.

Then he begins to nose affectionately at Josh's throat, catching his breath as little trembles of aftermath roll through him, tail wagging - which moves his cock a little from the motion of his hips - and whines into Josh's skin. ]

We're uh... we're gonna be like this fer a bit...

[ Which means he can pepper Josh's skin with licks and nips, loving and caring for him. And to be fair, he could have gone much rougher... ]

[leggierissimo]

[Only once his body is well and truly spent does Josh finally let go of Beat's fur. From there, it's a rather unelegant flop back onto the bed, his arms simply falling limp where they are at his sides as his head tips back and his eyes remain closed and he just... breathes. He can feel his pulse resonating through his entire body, and he needs to rest. Just for a moment...

But each little shift that Beat makes rubs that knot more against his insides, and if he was at all conscious of what was going on, he'd laugh at the fact that the movements keep pushing little beads of liquid forward to the head of his cock. As it is, all he can manage is a soft groan. There's pressure built up inside of him, and he knows why - he knows the functional reason for a knot, knows that it's doing its job at keeping everything inside, and it sure does feel like a lot is inside. Ugh, that's going to be a mess...

The tongue against his skin, lapping up the spatters of cum, startles him out of the vague floating feeling he'd fallen into, and he sucks in a breath. The affection being moved to his throat is far better and infinitely less ticklish, and he sighs, limply lifting one hand to lay at the back of Beat's head, fingers idly rubbing through the fur.]

I know. It's alright.

[Says sluggish him, who does not currently have to deal with the cleanup. That's a job for later, more awake him. He's basking, and basking is no time for worries. It's a time to just Be.]

... thank you.