Ty's heart hammered against his ribs, face pressed to the rough bark of the ancient oak.
His pants and underwear were bunched around his thighs, leaving him completely exposed in the cool forest air. Noah's massive body loomed behind him, one strong hand pinning the back of his neck, the other gripping his hip with bruising force.
"I… I can't fucking do it with you standing right here," Ty hissed, voice strained with humiliation.
Noah's breath ghosted hot against his ear. "Why?"
Ty's face burned. "Why the fuck do you think? You're literally breathing down my neck! Back off!"
Noah frowned slightly, the expression almost boyish for a split second — a ghost of the old Noah.
But the predator quickly returned.
He kicked Ty's feet wider apart with his boot, spreading his legs further and forcing him to arch his back more obscenely. Ty's hole was now fully exposed to the open air.
"Stay still," Noah ordered, voice low and rough.
Ty felt the wet heat of spit land directly on his hole. Noah's thumb spread it around slowly, deliberately, teasing the tight ring of muscle.
Ty tensed hard, trying to clench and pull away, but Noah's grip was unbreakable.
"Wait—don't—!" Ty gasped.
A thick finger pushed inside him without warning. The intrusion burned, stretching him open. Ty's body jerked upward on instinct, but Noah's arm wrapped around his waist instantly, catching him and yanking him back down into position.
At the same time, Noah's other hand reached around and wrapped firmly around Ty's cock, stroking him with slow, deliberate pumps.
"Fuck—ow! I said stop!" Ty snarled, voice breaking as Noah's finger curled deeper, searching, pressing against his inner walls.
Noah rested his forehead against Ty's shoulder, breathing deeply. The black veins that had been spiking aggressively across his neck and chest began to recede again, fading little by little with every second of intimate contact.
Noah let out a long, shuddering sigh of pure relief, his massive frame relaxing against Ty's back as the constant torment silenced itself.
"You feel so good," Noah murmured against his skin, voice sounding more human, more like the boy Ty once knew. "The pain… it leaves when I touch you like this."
His finger thrust deeper, pumping steadily while his hand worked Ty's cock faster.
Ty's shaft hardened traitorously in Noah's grip, leaking precum that slicked the strokes like natural lube.
The dual sensation — the burning stretch in his ass and the relentless pleasure on his dick — made Ty's knees shake.
"Get your fucking finger out of me!" Ty growled, trying to twist away. "I'm not some fucking gay twink, Noah!"
Noah responded by biting down hard on the junction of Ty's neck and shoulder. The sharp pain made Ty cry out, body clenching around the invading finger.
Noah growled against his skin, sucking a dark mark as he added a second finger, scissoring them open roughly. His hand on Ty's cock never stopped — long, firm strokes that twisted at the head on every upstroke.
Ty's protests dissolved into broken moans despite himself. "Ah—shit—slow down… I can't—"
"You can," Noah rasped, lips brushing the fresh bite mark. "Your body wants this. Look how hard you are."
He curled his fingers again, brushing that sensitive spot inside Ty that made sparks explode behind his eyes.
Ty's hips jerked involuntarily, fucking himself back onto Noah's fingers while his cock throbbed in the larger man's fist.
The wet sounds of skin and spit filled the area around them.
Noah's black veins continued disappearing across his torso, revealing smoother, more familiar muscle underneath. His breathing grew steadier, almost peaceful, even as his actions remained rough and filthy.
"Fuck you," Ty gasped, tears of frustration and unwanted pleasure pricking his eyes. "You don't even remember me… you're just using me to feel normal again—"
Noah bit him harder, hips grinding against Ty's ass as he fingered him faster. "yes," he growled. "that's right. I am using you so I can finally feel normal again."
His hand sped up on Ty's cock — rough, fast, merciless. Ty's legs trembled violently. The pressure built unbearably fast, coiling tight in his gut.
"I'm gonna—fuck—stop, I'm coming—!" Ty warned, voice cracking.
Noah didn't stop. He thrust his fingers deep and stroked Ty through it.
Ty came hard with a strangled cry, cock pulsing in Noah's hand as thick ropes of cum splattered against the tree trunk and dripped down the bark.
His hole clenched around Noah's fingers, body shaking with the intensity of it.
Noah kept stroking him through every wave, milking him dry until Ty was oversensitive and whimpering.
For a few seconds, the only sounds were Ty's harsh panting and the distant calls of birds.
Then rage flooded Ty's system.
He slammed his elbow backward with everything he had. It connected solidly with Noah's face.
Noah grunted in surprise, staggering back a step. Without the full power of the black veins surging through him, his mutated strength was noticeably weaker — still superhuman, but more manageable.
Ty spun around, pants still halfway down, and swung wildly. His fist cracked against Noah's cheek, then his core.
Noah took the hits, blood blooming from his split lip and a cut on his nose. Ty yanked his pants up hastily, buckling his belt with shaking hands.
"Stay the fuck away from me," Ty spat, voice trembling with fury and humiliation. Cum still dripped down the tree behind him. He turned and stormed back toward the warehouse entrance, leaving Noah slumped against the oak.
Noah stayed on the ground for a long moment, breathing heavily.
Blood trickled from his nose and lip. The black veins that had faded during their encounter came roaring back — spiking aggressively across his neck, chest, and arms, pulsing angrily as the internal pain returned full force.
His eyes glowed brighter for a few seconds.
Then, slowly, the fleshbound mutation did its work.
The cuts on his face knit closed. The blood stopped flowing. Bruises faded. Within a minute, Noah looked almost untouched again, except for the dark satisfaction burning in his eyes and the fresh memory of Ty's body clenching around his fingers.
He wiped the last trace of blood from his lip with the back of his hand and stood up, towering once more.
A dangerous, possessive smile curved his mouth.
"You're not running anywhere, Ty."