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Ren was obsessed with Doc's tits.

There was no use denying it; anyone who knew him could see it plain as day. Doc, with his wild hair and even wilder experiments, was a sight to behold for many reasons, but to Ren, it was those damn tits that captured his attention every time.

Doc never bothered with a shirt, preferring instead to strut around his lab half-naked, and Ren couldn't help but stare at the well-defined muscles that seemed to defy the laws of physics just as much as Doc's inventions did.

Every conversation they had—whether it was about the latest contraption Doc was building or the weird hybrid thing Ren had accidentally eaten—somehow always circled back to those glorious double-decker D's. They were practically on display, proudly boasting their presence with every breath Doc took. It was all Ren could do to stop himself from openly drooling or, worse, dropping to all fours and howling like the lovesick wolf hybrid he was.

It was ironic, really.

As a hybrid himself, Ren had the instincts of a wolf, but he had to keep his urges in check around Doc. After all, Doc wasn't just some guy with a killer body—he was Ren's best friend, his confidant, his...well, his husband, for crying out loud. Professionalism was key, especially when their relationship already defied so many norms. But damn, those tits made it hard. They were the kind of thing you wanted to worship, to stare at all day and all night if given the chance.

And it wasn't just about how they looked, either. Sure, they were aesthetically perfect, but they were also comfy as hell to lay on. Doc’s chest was a warm, solid place Ren could rest his head after a long day of chasing whatever crazy scheme Doc had come up with. It was pure bliss, a comfort that was unmatched by anything else in Ren’s life.

Not to veer off-topic, but if there was one thing that could rival Doc's chest, it was his ass.

Good God, that man had an ass. Ren couldn’t decide if he was jealous of it or if he just wanted to bury his face between those cheeks and never come up for air. It was like Doc had been genetically engineered to drive him wild—and knowing Doc, maybe he had been.

In the end, Ren could only be thankful for the life he had. Even if it meant constantly battling his primal urges, at least he got to wake up every day and see Doc's perfect tits and that mind-blowing ass. And really, who could ask for more than that?

Ren was completely, undeniably a slut for his husband’s body.

He could admit it without shame—hell, he wore it like a badge of honour. Doc’s body was a masterpiece, and Ren would do anything to have it in front of him whenever possible. Every curve, every muscle, every detail was something he craved, something he needed to see and touch. Doc knew it too, which was probably why he had no problem strutting around the server in those tight-ass jeans that perfectly showcased that beautiful ass of his, paired with a lab coat that barely did a thing to hide his tits.

Ren’s obsession had only deepened when Doc decided to add a new layer to his already irresistible allure—gleaming silver nipple bars that pierced through his nipples, catching the light and Ren’s gaze every time they moved.

The day Doc revealed those to him, Ren could barely contain himself. He had pounced on Doc like a predator on its prey, dragging the creeper-goat hybrid to their den with an urgency that left no room for modesty. It didn’t matter that the door was wide open or that anyone could walk by and hear them; all that mattered in that moment was getting his hands, his mouth, his entire body on his husband.

That night, they were loud.

There was no point in holding back; the sounds of their pleasure echoed through the whole server, filling the night air with their unbridled passion. Ren wasn’t the least bit embarrassed when they walked into the server meeting the next morning, greeted by snickers and wolf whistles from the other Hermits. If anything, it only served to boost his confidence. He held his head high, a smug grin on his face as he revelled in the obvious evidence of their wild night.

Doc wasn’t exactly subtle either, not with the fresh bites and hickeys that decorated his neck and chest like a lover’s claim. The mating mark Ren had left at the junction of Doc’s neck was the crowning jewel, a clear signal to everyone, hybrid or not, that Doc was his, and he was Doc’s. No one dared challenge that, not when the proof was so boldly displayed for all to see.

Ren loved every second of it.

He loved knowing that Doc was his, that he could mark him, worship him, and that Doc would let him do it over and over again. It was a primal satisfaction, one that went beyond mere lust—it was about possession, about belonging to each other in a way that was as physical as it was emotional.

And if that meant he was a slut for his husband’s body, then so be it. There was no shame in loving something so perfect, and Ren would gladly spend every day worshipping Doc in every way possible, making sure everyone knew exactly who they belonged to.

Ren was deep in thought, lost in the vivid, almost tangible daydreams that had taken over his mind. He was supposed to be paying attention, supposed to be engaged in whatever Doc had been explaining, but all he could focus on were those damn tits. They were practically on display, bouncing subtly with every movement Doc made, the silver nipple bars gleaming under the lab's bright lights.

Ren's mind had wandered off, indulging in fantasies that made his heart race and his pulse quicken. He imagined what it would be like to reach out and touch, to feel the weight of them in his hands, to—

A hand waved in front of his face, breaking through the fog of his thoughts. Ren blinked, startled, as he realised he had completely zoned out. His eyes shot up to meet Doc's, his heart skipping a beat as he saw the amused look on his husband’s face.

"Ren, earth to Ren?" Doc teased, his voice low and laced with that thick German accent that never failed to send shivers down Ren’s spine. The deep chuckle that followed went straight to Ren's loins, making him shift uncomfortably in his seat as he scrambled to sit upright.

"Uh, yeah! Yeah, sorry, I was just... thinking," Ren stammered, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He had no idea what they had been talking about before he’d gotten lost in his fantasies, and now he was frantically trying to piece together anything that might save him from looking like a complete idiot. But Doc knew him too well, knew exactly what had distracted him.

"Thinking, huh?" Doc smirked, crossing his arms over his chest, which only served to push his tits up even more. Ren's eyes flickered down for just a second before he forced himself to look back up at Doc's face, trying to ignore the way his body was reacting to the sight. "Care to share what you were thinking about?"

Ren swallowed hard, his mind racing for an excuse, but he could tell from the twinkle in Doc's eyes that his husband already knew. Doc leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone that sent a fresh wave of heat through Ren’s body.

"Was it something... distracting?" Doc asked, his smirk widening as Ren shifted again, unable to keep still under that intense gaze.

"Maybe," Ren admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. He knew there was no point in lying. Doc always had this effect on him, always knew how to make him lose focus and fall headfirst into his desires. And Doc loved it—loved knowing that Ren was so completely enamoured with him.

Doc chuckled again, a rich, velvety sound that made Ren's breath hitch. "You really should pay more attention, Ren. Otherwise, you might miss something important."

Ren nodded, though he wasn’t sure how much of that was going to stick. Every time he was around Doc, he felt like he was teetering on the edge of control, barely holding on to his composure. But that was part of the thrill, part of what made their relationship so electrifying. Ren was in love, completely, utterly, head-over-heels in love, and every time Doc caught him in one of these moments, it only made him fall harder.

"I’ll try," Ren said finally, a small, sheepish grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "But no promises."

Doc’s smile softened, and he reached out, ruffling Ren’s hair affectionately. "That’s all I ask. Just try to keep those fantasies of yours in check until we’re done here, okay?"

Ren laughed, the tension easing as he leaned into Doc’s touch. "I’ll do my best. But seriously, Doc... you make it hard."

"Good," Doc replied, his eyes gleaming with playful mischief. "I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Doc shook his head, a fond smile on his face as he looked at Ren. It was a look filled with affection, the kind that spoke of years of understanding each other’s quirks and habits. Ren had always been easily distracted when it came to Doc, and the older man knew it well. With a patient sigh, Doc started to re explain whatever it was he’d been talking about, something to do with redstone circuits, complex wiring, and timing mechanisms. The details were lost on Ren almost as soon as Doc began.

Doc’s voice was like a deep, soothing melody to Ren’s ears, wrapping around his senses and pulling him into a familiar daze. It wasn’t that Ren didn’t care about redstone—he did, especially when it came from Doc—but there was something about the way Doc spoke, the cadence of his words, the way his accent wrapped around each syllable, that made it impossible for Ren to stay focused on anything but the man himself.

Before he knew it, Ren’s attention had drifted again, his gaze dropping unashamedly to Doc’s chest.

The lab coat Doc wore was slightly open at the front, giving Ren a tantalising glimpse of the muscled chest beneath, the silver nipple bars catching the light with every subtle movement. Ren’s eyes traced the contours of Doc’s body, the way his muscles shifted as he gestured with his hands, explaining something about a comparator or maybe a repeater. Ren wasn’t sure. All he knew was that his husband was gorgeous, and it was taking every ounce of willpower not to drag him down onto the nearest flat surface and worship him right there.

Doc, either fully aware of Ren’s wandering attention or simply indulging his own playful nature, adjusted his lab coat as he spoke. The fabric parted just a little more, as if on cue, perfectly framing his chest and giving Ren an even better view. His breath hitched, his focus narrowing to the way Doc’s chest rose and fell with each breath. He watched, utterly entranced, as Doc casually stretched his arms above his head, yawning as if he didn’t know what he was doing. The motion pushed Doc’s chest out, the muscles tightening, making the silver bars gleam even more. It was a sight that nearly made Ren forget to breathe.

Ren’s heart pounded in his chest, his trousers growing uncomfortably tight as he watched Doc with the same hungry intensity that had overtaken him earlier. He was utterly captivated, his eyes drinking in the sight before him, his mind filled with thoughts that were anything but innocent. Doc was playing him like a fiddle, and Ren was all too willing to be played, his thoughts spiralling into fantasies that made his pulse quicken and his body ache with need.

Doc’s chest moved with each breath, the subtle rise and fall mesmerising Ren, drawing him in deeper. The world around him faded away, leaving only Doc and the overwhelming desire that consumed him. He was in love, hopelessly and shamelessly in love with this man, and there was no hiding it—not when his body reacted so visibly to the mere sight of Doc stretching, not when his mind was filled with nothing but thoughts of worship and desire.

Doc finally let his arms fall back to his sides, the stretch complete, but the smile on his face said it all. He knew exactly what he was doing, and the glint in his eyes told Ren that he was enjoying every second of it. Ren swallowed hard, his throat dry, as he tried to muster up some semblance of control, but it was a losing battle. How could he focus on redstone when Doc was standing there, looking like that?

"You’re not paying attention again, are you?" Doc asked, his voice a playful tease that sent another jolt of heat straight to Ren’s core.

Ren blinked, his face flushing as he realised he’d been caught yet again. But there was no hiding the effect Doc had on him, and honestly, Ren didn’t even want to try. He was completely under Doc’s spell, and there was no place he’d rather be.

"Sorry," Ren mumbled, his voice rough with the effort of trying to maintain some composure. "It’s just... you’re distracting."

Doc’s smile widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a low, sultry whisper. "Good. I like distracting you."

Ren’s breath hitched again, his thoughts completely derailed as he looked up into Doc’s eyes, seeing the warmth, the playfulness, and the deep affection there. He was so hopelessly in love with this man, and he knew that Doc loved him just as much. That thought alone was enough to make Ren’s heart swell, even as his body ached with the desire to close the distance between them and take things further.

But for now, all he could do was sit there, watching with that lovesick gaze, fully aware that Doc was teasing him, playing with his emotions and desires in the most delightful way. And Ren was more than happy to let him, because as long as he got to be with Doc, nothing else really mattered.

Doc couldn't resist teasing Ren a bit more, sighing playfully as he noticed the dazed, lovesick expression on Ren’s face. "You’re hopeless, you know that?" he said with a smirk, shaking his head fondly. He rolled his eyes in mock exasperation, then motioned with his thumb over his shoulder toward the doorway behind him.

The implication was clear, and Doc didn’t need to say anything more.

Ren’s reaction was instant. His ears perked up, his tail wagging eagerly behind him as he scrambled up from the chair with a burst of energy. There was no hesitation in his movements as he practically bounded off toward their den-bedroom, a wide grin spreading across his face. The hybrid's heart pounded with excitement as he sprinted through the familiar hallways, each step bringing him closer to the place he loved most—their shared space, their sanctuary.

By the time he reached the den, Ren was practically vibrating with anticipation. He pounced onto the nest-like bed with a joyful leap, landing amidst the pile of soft blankets, pillows, and scented clothes that made the space feel so uniquely theirs. The bed was a chaotic mix of textures and smells, all of them comforting, all of them familiar, and Ren wasted no time in making himself comfortable.

He positioned himself in the centre of the bed, presenting himself eagerly for Doc, whether or not that was what his husband had meant with the gesture.

In Ren’s mind, it was the only logical conclusion—this was what they both wanted, wasn’t it? The thought made his heart race even faster, and he couldn’t stop the wide grin that spread across his face as he wiggled his hips, trying to get into the perfect position.

His tail wagged furiously behind him, brushing against the blankets as he stripped off his clothes with a speed that spoke of his eagerness. His shirt was the first to go, followed quickly by his trousers, until he was left in nothing but his skin, flushed with excitement and anticipation. He tossed his clothes aside without a second thought, his focus entirely on the door as he waited for Doc to appear.

When Doc finally rounded the corner and entered the room, his presence filled the space with a charged energy. Ren’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, and he couldn’t help but let out a soft whine of excitement. Doc paused in the doorway, taking in the sight before him with a low, appreciative whistle that sent a shiver down Ren’s spine.

Ren’s eyes were locked onto Doc, his wolf-like ears twitching with every sound, every word that came from his husband. He sat back on his heels, his body tense with anticipation, his tail still wagging happily behind him. He was like a dog waiting for his master’s command, eager to please, eager to do whatever Doc asked of him.

"Well, look at you," Doc said, his voice laced with amusement as he stepped further into the room, his gaze raking over Ren’s naked form. "You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?"

Ren’s breath hitched at the compliment, his cheeks flushing with pride and desire. "Only for you," he murmured, his voice low and filled with sincerity. He watched Doc’s every move with rapt attention, his eyes following the older man as he approached the bed.

Doc’s smirk grew as he reached the edge of the bed, his hands moving to unbutton his lab coat slowly, deliberately. Ren’s eyes widened, his mouth going dry as he watched, unable to tear his gaze away. Every little movement, every teasing gesture, only served to stoke the fire burning in his chest, and by the time Doc finally shrugged off the coat, revealing those glorious tits and the glinting nipple bars beneath, Ren was practically panting with desire.

"Good boy," Doc praised, his voice deep and velvety as he took in the sight of Ren, sitting obediently on his heels, waiting for whatever came next. Ren’s ears twitched at the praise, a soft whine escaping his lips as he leaned forward, eager to be closer to Doc, eager to be touched.

"Tell me, Ren," Doc continued, his eyes dark with intent as he slowly began to unbutton his jeans, the movement making Ren’s heart race. "What do you want?"

Ren swallowed hard, his voice trembling with the intensity of his desire as he replied, "You. I want you, Doc. Please."

Doc’s smile was wicked as he finally shed the last of his clothes, stepping forward until he was right in front of Ren, close enough for the younger man to feel the heat radiating from his body. "Then be a good boy and show me how much you want it."

Ren didn’t need to be told twice. He moved with the fluid grace of a wolf, closing the distance between them in an instant.

His hands reached out to touch, to worship, as his mouth followed suit, trailing kisses across Doc’s chest, over the nipples that had so thoroughly captivated him earlier. Every touch, every movement was filled with reverence, with love, as Ren lost himself completely in the act of pleasing the man he adored more than anything in the world.

Ren barely had time to react before Doc’s strong hands were on him, easily manoeuvring him onto all fours. The shift in position sent a thrill down Ren’s spine, his heart racing with anticipation. He could feel the weight of Doc’s presence behind him, the heat of his body radiating as he moved closer, pressing Ren down into the bed with a firm, possessive touch. It wasn’t rough, but there was a commanding authority in the way Doc handled him, a quiet assurance that Ren eagerly submitted to.

Ren’s breath hitched as Doc leaned in, pressing gentle kisses along the curve of his back. Each kiss was soft, almost tender, but the sensation of Doc’s lips travelling down his spine sent shivers through Ren’s body, making him tremble beneath the older man’s touch. The hybrid’s ears twitched, a soft whine escaping his throat as Doc’s mouth moved lower, over the small of his back, until he reached the roundness of Ren’s ass.

Doc took his time, savouring the moment as he kissed each of Ren’s asscheeks, the soft flesh yielding beneath his lips. Ren could feel the warmth of Doc’s breath against his skin, the sensation igniting a deep, primal need within him. He whined in protest, his hybrid instincts flaring to life as he instinctively bowed his head, pressing his face into the bed. His body responded automatically, his tail lifting high, exposing himself fully to Doc in a display of submission and readiness.

It didn’t matter that he knew, logically, that they couldn’t breed—his instincts were screaming for it, for Doc to take him, to claim him completely.

Ren’s heart pounded in his chest, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as he waited, his entire body tensed with anticipation. He knew what was coming, and he wanted it more than anything. The thought of being filled, of feeling Doc inside him, made his pulse quicken, his body aching with the need to be touched, to be taken.

When Doc’s lube-slicked fingers finally pressed against his entrance, Ren let out a low groan, the sound deep and guttural. The cool gel on Doc’s fingers contrasted sharply with the heat of Ren’s body, sending a shiver through him as Doc’s thick fingers began to work their way inside. Ren’s muscles clenched instinctively at the intrusion, but he quickly relaxed, grinding his hips back against Doc’s hand, eager for more. He needed this, needed to be filled, stretched, to be claimed in the most primal way.

Doc’s fingers moved slowly, methodically, stretching Ren with deliberate care. Each press, each movement sent waves of pleasure rippling through Ren’s body, making him pant with need. The cold metal of Doc’s prosthetic arm rested against Ren’s hip, the contrast between the chill of the metal and the heat of his skin making him shudder. It was a grounding sensation, reminding him of who was in control, of who he was submitting to.

"Such a good boy," Doc whispered, his voice low and soothing as he continued to work Ren open. "Always so eager for me, aren’t you?"

Ren’s only response was a breathless whine, his hips pressing back against Doc’s hand, silently begging for more. The praise sent a thrill through him, his body reacting instinctively to the words, his mind clouded with a haze of pleasure and submission. He lived for this, for the way Doc made him feel, for the way his husband’s touch could unravel him so completely.

"That’s it, Ren," Doc murmured, his voice thick with affection as he added another finger, stretching Ren further. "Take it, just like that. You’re doing so well."

Ren groaned, his body arching as Doc’s fingers pressed deeper, brushing against that spot inside him that made his vision go white with pleasure. He gasped, his hands clenching the blankets beneath him as he pushed back, desperate to chase that sensation, to feel more. The praise, the touch, the intensity of it all had him teetering on the edge, his body trembling with the effort to hold himself together.

Doc’s fingers worked him open with expert precision, each movement designed to draw out the maximum amount of pleasure, to prepare Ren for what was to come. And as he rocked back against those fingers, feeling them stretch him, fill him, he couldn’t help but let out a low, desperate moan. He wanted more, needed more, and he knew that Doc was the only one who could give it to him.

"Please," Ren whispered, his voice raw with need, "Doc, I need you…"

Doc’s smile was soft, but his eyes were dark with intent as he leaned over Ren, his breath warm against Ren’s ear. "Patience, my love," he whispered, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Ren’s spine. "You’ll get what you need soon enough."

With those words, Doc slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving Ren feeling achingly empty, the sudden loss making him whimper softly. But that whimper quickly turned into a gasp of anticipation as he felt Doc shift behind him, the promise of what was to come hanging heavy in the air.

Ren’s tail wagged eagerly, his body trembling with anticipation as he waited, ready and willing to take whatever Doc was about to give him. He was completely at Doc’s mercy, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Doc took his time, savouring the anticipation as he lubed up his cock, his eyes never leaving Ren’s trembling form. The hybrid’s tail wagged in small, eager movements, and his ears were pressed flat against his head, a clear sign of his submission and readiness. Ren’s body was tense, his muscles coiled with anticipation as he felt the cool lube being spread over Doc’s thick cock, the slick sensation sending another shiver down his spine.

When Doc finally positioned himself behind Ren, the weight of his presence felt overwhelming, pressing down on Ren in the most delicious way. The hybrid's breath caught in his throat as he felt the blunt, thick head of Doc’s cock pressing against his entrance, teasing him, making his heart race with the promise of what was to come.

It didn’t matter how many times they’d done this before—every time felt like the first time, every touch, every sensation as electrifying as the last.

Ren gasped, his body trembling as Doc began to push forward, the pressure building slowly, gradually, as the thick cockhead stretched him open. Ren’s breath hitched, his fingers clawing at the blankets beneath him as he tried to brace himself for the inevitable stretch. It was always a tight fit, Doc’s size never failing to take Ren’s breath away, and tonight was no exception.

Despite the familiar burn, the sensation of being filled, of being stretched inch by inch, was pure ecstasy.

Ren’s back arched as a howl of pleasure tore from his throat, the sound raw and primal, echoing in the room as Doc inched deeper into him. His eyes squeezed shut as he focused on the feeling of Doc’s cock sliding into him, the slow, torturous pace driving him wild. Each inch felt like a world of sensation, his nerves on fire with the pleasure that came from being taken so thoroughly, so completely.

Doc’s size was overwhelming, and as he continued to push deeper, Ren could feel his body struggling to accommodate the intrusion. But it was a struggle he welcomed, a stretch that made him feel so full, so connected to Doc in a way that was both intimate and consuming. Ren’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, his body shuddering with every inch that Doc managed to work inside him.

"Fuck, Doc…" Ren groaned, his voice breathless, filled with awe and desperation. "You feel so good…"

Doc’s only response was a soft grunt of pleasure, his hands gripping Ren’s hips firmly, holding him steady as he continued his slow, deliberate thrusts. Ren’s body rocked with each movement, his muscles clenching around his cock, trying to pull him in deeper, faster, but Doc wouldn’t be rushed. He took his time, savouring the tight heat that surrounded him, the way Ren’s body yielded to him with every push.

Ren’s mind was a haze of pleasure, his thoughts fragmented by the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. Each slow, measured thrust sent waves of ecstasy radiating out from his core, making his vision blur and his head spin. The feeling of Doc’s thick cock filling him, stretching him to his limits, was enough to make him see stars, his body trembling with the intensity of it all.

The hybrid’s breath hitched as another howl escaped him, his back arching further as Doc’s cock finally seated itself fully inside him, the sensation of being so utterly filled making Ren’s toes curl with pleasure. He felt claimed, owned, in a way that went beyond the physical act, the connection between them deepening with every inch of flesh that connected them.

Despite the raw pleasure, there was something else there, too—something deeper, more profound. The slow, deliberate pace at which Doc entered him, the care with which he stretched Ren open, made him feel cherished, special. Every touch, every movement was filled with a deep, abiding love that made Ren’s heart swell with emotion, even as his body sang with pleasure.

Doc leaned over him, pressing a soft kiss to the nape of Ren’s neck, a gesture so tender that it made his heart ache with love. The hybrid whimpered softly, pressing his face into the blankets beneath him as his tail wagged weakly behind him, his body practically melting into the bed. He felt so utterly loved, so completely worshipped in that moment, that it brought tears to his eyes, the intensity of the emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

Doc whispered praises into Ren’s ear as he began to move, his voice a low, soothing murmur that made Ren shiver with pleasure. "You’re such a good boy, Ren," Doc murmured, his breath warm against Ren’s ear as he began to thrust slowly, deeply. "So perfect for me… taking me so well…"

Ren’s body responded to the praise instinctively, his muscles clenching around Doc’s cock as he moaned, the sound muffled by the blankets beneath him. Every thrust sent ripples of pleasure through him, the slow, deliberate pace driving him to the edge of madness. He wanted more, needed more, but he also revelled in the way Doc was taking his time with him, savouring every moment as if they had all the time in the world.

With every slow, measured thrust, Doc filled him completely, making Ren feel as though he was being claimed in the most intimate way possible.

The pressure, the stretch, the heat of their connection—it was everything Ren had ever wanted, everything he had ever needed, and more. And as Doc continued to move inside him, whispering sweet praises into his ear, Ren knew that he was exactly where he belonged—right here, in Doc’s arms, being loved in the most profound way imaginable.

Ren's whole body shuddered, his muscles twitching involuntarily as Doc’s cock stretched him in a way that was both overwhelming and utterly perfect.

Doc wasn’t the longest, but his girth was something else entirely, filling Ren with a delicious pressure that made his breath hitch with every slow, deliberate thrust. There was something about the way Doc fit inside him—just right, just enough to make Ren feel like he was on the edge of being torn apart, but in the best possible way.

Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure rippling through Ren’s body, rocking him forward and making him claw at the bed sheets beneath him. His fingers dug into the fabric, the tension in his body making him tremble with the effort of holding himself together. It was a losing battle, though, as Doc's cock filled him again and again, hitting that spot deep inside that made Ren see stars. His voice broke into grunts and moans, each sound a testament to how utterly consumed he was by the pleasure Doc was giving him.

No toy, no fantasy, nothing had ever come close to how good Doc made him feel.

The way Doc’s thick cock stretched him, filled him, claimed him—nothing could ever compare to the real thing. Ren’s body responded to Doc in a way that was almost instinctual, his muscles clenching around him, desperate to keep him there, to take everything Doc had to give.

And Ren wouldn’t have it any other way.

Doc’s slow, measured thrusts were driving him insane, the way his cock brushed against Ren’s prostate sending jolts of pleasure straight to his core. It was almost too much, and yet not enough at the same time. Ren could feel the tension building inside him, coiling tighter and tighter with every rock of Doc’s hips, every press of that thick cock against his most sensitive spot. His breath came in short, ragged gasps, his body trembling as he tried to hold back the flood of desperation that was threatening to consume him.

But when Doc thrust just a little harder, his cock grinding right against Ren’s prostate, it was like a dam breaking inside him. The pleasure was too much, too intense, and Ren couldn’t hold back anymore. A low growl rumbled in his chest, vibrating through his body as he let go of any semblance of control. His hybrid instincts flared to life, his body bowing beneath Doc as he finally gave in to the primal need that had been clawing at him.

"Please… please, Doc," Ren begged, his voice rough, desperate, every word dripping with need. "Claim me- mate with me- fuck me…"

His words tumbled out in a rush, his mind barely able to keep up with the torrent of desire that had taken hold of him. He needed it, needed Doc to take him, to claim him, to fuck him so hard that he wouldn’t be able to think of anything else. The desperation in his voice was unmistakable, his entire body pleading for Doc to give him what he craved.

"Fuck me into oblivion," Ren begged, his voice cracking as he pressed his hips back against Doc, trying to take him deeper, to get him to move faster, harder. "Please… I need you…"

Doc’s response was immediate, a low, primal growl that sent a thrill of anticipation through Ren. He could feel the shift in Doc’s demeanour, the way his grip tightened on Ren’s hips, the way his cock twitched inside him, as if responding to the desperate plea. There was a moment of stillness, a brief pause where Ren could feel Doc’s breath against his skin, the tension in the air thick and electric.

And then, Doc moved.

The slow, measured thrusts were gone, replaced by a more primal, urgent rhythm that had Ren crying out in pure, unfiltered pleasure.

Doc’s hips snapped forward, driving his thick cock deep inside Ren with a force that made the hybrid see stars. Each thrust was harder, faster, hitting Ren’s prostate with such precision that it felt like his entire body was being electrified, every nerve ending sparking with pleasure.

Ren’s claws dug into the bedsheets, his body arching as he moaned, howled, and begged for more. Every thrust sent him closer to the edge, the pleasure so intense that he could barely breathe, barely think. All he could do was feel—feel the way Doc’s cock stretched him, filled him, claimed him in the most primal way possible.

And it was everything Ren had ever wanted. Everything he had ever needed.

"Yes, yes, yes…" Ren chanted, his voice breaking with every word, his body moving in perfect sync with Doc’s thrusts. "Please… Doc… I’m yours…"

The words spilled out of him, his mind lost in the haze of pleasure and submission. He was Doc’s, completely, utterly, and he needed Doc to know it, to feel it, to claim him in a way that left no doubt in either of their minds. Ren’s tail wagged frantically behind him, his body trembling with the force of his need, his desperation.

And Doc gave him everything he asked for. Every thrust was a claim, a promise, a testament to the connection they shared. Ren could feel it in every movement, in the way Doc’s body pressed against his, in the way his cock filled him so completely. It was primal, raw, and Ren surrendered to it completely, letting Doc take him, claim him, fuck him into oblivion.

The pleasure built and built, a tidal wave of sensation that had Ren on the brink of breaking. And as Doc’s thrusts became even more forceful, more urgent, Ren knew that he was about to be pushed over the edge, into a realm of pleasure so intense that it would consume him completely.

And he welcomed it with open arms.

The tension in Ren's body had been building to a crescendo, every thrust, every grind of Doc’s thick cock against his prostate pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He was teetering on the brink, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body trembling with the sheer intensity of the pleasure coursing through him. The world around him had narrowed down to nothing but the overwhelming sensation of Doc inside him, the primal rhythm of their bodies moving in sync, the heat, the pressure, the raw need that consumed him.

And then, all at once, it was too much.

Ren’s orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, crashing over him with a force that made him cry out, his voice breaking into a raw, primal howl of pure ecstasy. His entire body tensed, every muscle locking up as his climax tore through him, hot and hard, his cock spurting thick ropes of cum onto the sheets beneath him. The sensation was overwhelming, his vision going white as pleasure flooded his senses, his body convulsing with each pulse of his release.

But Doc didn’t stop.

Even as Ren’s cum splattered across the sheets, even as his body shook with the intensity of his orgasm, Doc kept thrusting into him, his pace unrelenting, rough, and desperate.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingling with Ren’s breathless moans and the wet, slick sounds of their bodies coming together. Every thrust sent aftershocks of pleasure rippling through Ren’s body, his nerves on fire as Doc’s cock continued to stretch him, fill him, claim him.

Ren’s voice was a broken mess of moans and gasps, his body trembling with the effort of trying to keep up with Doc’s pace. His mind was a haze of pleasure and need, barely able to process anything beyond the feeling of Doc’s cock driving into him, over and over again. His mouth hung open, drool dripping freely from his lips onto the already ruined sheets, mixing with the mess of his cum and sweat. It was filthy, raw, everything he loved, everything he craved.

The bed creaked beneath them, the mattress shifting with the force of Doc’s thrusts as he pounded into Ren, every movement filled with an urgency that bordered on desperation. Ren’s muscles ached, his body straining with the effort of meeting each thrust, of pushing back against Doc’s hips, trying to take him deeper, harder. But it was a losing battle—Doc was in control, his strength and size overwhelming Ren, leaving him at the mercy of the man he loved.

And then, in one fluid motion, Doc wrestled Ren onto his back, the sudden shift leaving the hybrid breathless and disoriented. Before Ren could even process the change, Doc was on him again, his cock driving back into Ren’s still-sensitive hole with a force that made his entire body arch off the bed. His legs spread wide, his hands scrambling to find purchase on the slick, sweat-soaked sheets as Doc thrust into him with renewed intensity.

Ren’s eyes rolled back, his mouth still hanging open as moans and gasps spilled from his lips, his body writhing beneath Doc’s relentless assault. The new position only made everything more intense—Ren could see the way Doc’s muscles flexed with each thrust, could feel the way his cock hit even deeper inside him, brushing against his prostate with brutal precision. His cock, still sensitive from his earlier release, twitched and leaked against his stomach, every nerve ending alight with overstimulation.

The bed was a mess beneath them, soaked with Ren’s cum, his saliva, and their combined sweat, but neither of them cared.

The only thing that mattered was the way they moved together, the way Doc’s cock stretched Ren open, filled him, claimed him. Ren’s hands finally found purchase on the other man's shoulders, his claws digging into the other man’s flesh as he tried to ground himself, to hold on as the pleasure threatened to consume him completely.

Doc’s breath was hot against Ren’s skin, his grunts and groans mingling with his moans, the sounds of their passion filling the room. Ren could feel the tension in Doc’s body, the way his thrusts were growing more erratic, more desperate, as he chased his own release. And Ren wanted it—wanted to feel Doc lose control, wanted to feel the moment when Doc couldn’t hold back anymore.

"Doc… please," Ren gasped, his voice hoarse, barely above a whisper as he begged. "Fill me… claim me… I’m yours…"

The words seemed to spur Doc on, his thrusts growing even more frantic, more powerful as he drove into Ren with everything he had. Ren’s body rocked with the force of it, his muscles straining as he tried to meet each thrust, to give as much as he was taking. The pleasure was overwhelming, all-consuming, and Ren could feel himself teetering on the brink again, his body spiralling toward another climax, even though he hadn’t fully recovered from the first.

The world narrowed down to nothing but the feeling of Doc inside him, the heat, the pressure, the overwhelming sensation of being filled, claimed, loved.

Ren’s eyes squeezed shut, his fingers gripping Doc’s shoulders even tighter as he braced himself for the inevitable, his entire being focused on the man above him, on the connection between them.

And then, with one final, brutal thrust, Doc buried himself deep inside Ren, his entire body tensing as he found his release. Ren could feel it, the heat of Doc’s cum filling him, the way Doc’s cock twitched and pulsed inside him as he came, and it was enough to send Ren over the edge again. His body convulsed, his back arching off the bed as another orgasm ripped through him, his cock spurting weakly against his stomach, mixing with the mess already there.

They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, their bodies locked together, both of them shaking with the aftershocks of their release. Ren’s breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, his entire body trembling with the intensity of what they had just shared. Doc was still inside him, still filling him, and Ren could feel every inch of him, every beat of his heart, as they lay together, completely spent.

Finally, Doc shifted, his cock slipping out of Ren with a slick, wet sound that made Ren shudder.

The loss was almost painful, a reminder of how thoroughly he had been claimed, how deeply they were connected. Doc collapsed beside him, pulling Ren into his arms, holding him close as they both tried to catch their breath, their bodies still trembling with the aftermath of their passion.

Ren nestled against Doc, his head resting on the other man’s chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat. His body was a mess, his mind a haze of exhaustion and contentment, but he wouldn’t have changed a thing. He was exactly where he wanted to be, exactly where he belonged—wrapped in Doc’s arms, claimed, loved, and completely satisfied.

Doc could see the exhaustion in Ren’s eyes, the way his body sagged against the bed as the last remnants of their intense coupling left him drained and utterly spent.

Ren was still trembling, his breath coming in slow, uneven gasps, and Doc knew that his husband was deep in subspace—a state of mind where Ren was floating, completely dazed, lost in the afterglow and the safety of their connection.

With a tenderness that belied the intensity of their earlier actions, Doc slipped his arms beneath Ren’s limp form, lifting him effortlessly from the bed. He barely stirred, his head lolling against Doc’s chest as he was cradled in the larger man’s strong arms. Doc’s grip was gentle but firm, holding Ren close to his body as he carefully navigated them out of the den and towards the bath.

The warm, steamy air of the bathroom greeted them as Doc nudged the door open with his foot, still holding Ren securely. The bath was already prepared, the water warm and inviting, steam rising gently from the surface. Doc eased them both into the tub, settling in with Ren still nestled against his chest. The water enveloped them, soothing Ren’s sore muscles and washing away the evidence of their passion.

Ren’s eyes fluttered half-open, his mind still hazy, his body completely relaxed in Doc’s protective embrace. He let out a soft sigh as his head came to rest against Doc’s broad chest, right where he could feel the steady, comforting thrum of Doc’s heartbeat. His ears pressed flat against his head, his tail lying still against the water’s surface, every part of him utterly calm and at peace.

Doc began to wash him with the same careful attention he always gave, his large hands moving slowly, tenderly over Ren’s body. He used a soft cloth to wipe away the sweat and remnants of their lovemaking, his touch light, almost reverent. Every stroke of the cloth, every splash of warm water, was accompanied by murmured reassurances and soft kisses pressed to Ren’s skin.

"You were so good for me," Doc whispered, his voice low and soothing, the deep timbre resonating through Ren’s dazed mind. "My perfect boy… always so good."

Each kiss he placed on Ren’s skin was gentle, pressing against the bruises and marks left from their earlier passion as if to soothe any lingering discomfort. He kissed Ren’s shoulders, his collarbone, the curve of his neck, whispering soft praises between each one. "You did so well… I’m so proud of you, my love."

Ren’s eyelids fluttered at the sound of Doc’s voice, the words seeping into his consciousness, grounding him. He couldn’t bring himself to speak, his mind too foggy, too wrapped up in the comforting cocoon of subspace, but he didn’t need to. The gentle hum of Doc’s voice, the soft pressure of his lips against Ren’s skin, and the rhythmic motion of the water around them were enough to keep him anchored, safe, and utterly content.

Doc continued to wash him, carefully cleaning every inch of his husband’s body. He washed Ren’s arms, his chest, and his back, taking extra care as he moved over the sensitive areas that had been so thoroughly claimed earlier. Each motion was slow, deliberate, as if Doc was savouring this moment, the intimacy of caring for Ren in his most vulnerable state.

When he was finished, Doc gently rinsed the soap from Ren’s skin, making sure to avoid getting any water in Ren’s eyes as he cleaned his face, his touch featherlight. He took his time, not rushing a single moment, wanting to ensure that Ren was completely clean and comfortable before they returned to bed.

Once Ren was fully clean, Doc carefully lifted him out of the bath, wrapping him in a soft, warm towel. Ren’s head lolled against Doc’s shoulder, his body still loose and relaxed, barely holding himself up as the other dried him off. Doc worked quickly, not wanting Ren to get chilled, before scooping him up again and carrying him back to their den.

The bed was a bit of a mess, the stained sheets and blankets from earlier stripped away and piled in a corner to be washed later. Doc had already laid out fresh linens, the bed now inviting and comfortable, ready to welcome them back into its warmth.

He eased Ren down onto the clean sheets, his movements slow and careful, as if he were made of glass.

Ren let out a soft sigh as his body sank into the mattress, his eyes already drifting shut as the warmth of the bed and the lingering comfort of the bath began to pull him into sleep. But before he could fully succumb to slumber, Doc slid in beside him, pulling Ren into his arms once more.

Ren immediately burrowed closer, his head finding its place against Doc’s chest, right over his heart. The sound of Doc’s heartbeat, steady and strong, was a soothing lullaby, one that Ren had come to rely on, especially after intense moments like this. He let out a contented hum, his body moulding to Doc’s, his arms wrapping around him as he snuggled close.

Doc’s hands found their way to Ren’s hair, gently combing through the damp strands, the motion slow and repetitive, designed to soothe. He pressed a final kiss to Ren’s forehead, whispering one last string of praises, of reassurances, before letting his head rest against Ren’s, their bodies entwined beneath the blankets.

"Rest now, my love," Doc murmured, his voice a low rumble that Ren felt more than heard. "I’ve got you… always."

Ren’s tail gave a weak wag, his body relaxing completely against Doc’s. The safety, the warmth, the love that radiated from Doc was all-encompassing, wrapping around Ren like a protective blanket. He felt safe, cherished, utterly loved, and with those feelings settling deep within his heart, he finally allowed himself to drift off.

As sleep claimed him, Ren’s last conscious thought was how utterly perfect this was—how perfect Doc was. And as he dozed off, his body tucked securely against Doc’s, his breathing evened out, his mind finally at peace.

Doc held him close, his own eyes growing heavy, but he refused to sleep until he was sure Ren was completely at rest.

Eventually, the steady rise and fall of Ren’s chest, the soft, rhythmic breaths, told Doc that his husband was finally asleep, completely relaxed and content. Doc let out a small sigh of his own, pressing one last kiss to the top of Ren’s head before he allowed himself to drift off as well.

In the quiet darkness of their den, wrapped in each other’s arms, they slept, their hearts beating in time, their bodies entwined, safe and content in the knowledge that they belonged to each other completely.