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“I can’t thank you enough for helping me.” Lupus smiled at the famed warrior in front of him, tail gently swishing.

“No worries at all, lad.” Achilles waved off the thanks. “Seeing your relationship with Zagreus grow is a delight in itself. Seeing him actually happy like that… Well, it’s rare.”

Lupus flushed under his fur, bowing his head.

“If you ever need anything, you can come to me.”

Maybe something was needed. Lupus could practice compliments and conversation all day, but there were other, more physical elements to relationships.

“I do need something,” Lupus finally said.

“Sure, anything.”

“Practice kissing with me.”

Achilles’s face suddenly flushed a strawberry red, eyes widening. As a warrior from a bygone age, he really didn’t have time for things like that. And now, here he was, in his personal training hall, with Zagreus’s almost-partner, a mortal-gone-therian who was now asking to kiss him.

How did life even get him to this point?

“I-I’m not sure, lad, are you really nervous about something like that?” Achilles deflected. “I’m sure no one’s good at kissing their first time, and that’s alright, you know–”

“Eques, please.” Lupus came closer and closer to Achilles, until he was standing right in front of him, snout breathing a hot, heavy air over the warrior’s face.

Achilles almost never gave into his own desires. There was no time, considering all his work. But now, the opportunity was here. Here in the form of a dark-furred therian, but it was here. Don’t look a gift wolf in the mouth. Or maybe do, because Lupus was closing the gap, easing in on Achilles’s lips.

It was different from a human’s kiss–of course it was. But Lupus was gentle, his dark lips unmoving on Achilles’s, chapped and cut with the memories of time. He took a peek down at Lupus’s paws, unmoving, unsure of where to go.

“Here, lad,” Achilles spoke against his lips. He took Lupus’s wrists in his arms and guided the paws to his waist. “This is a good place to put them if you’re not sure.”

The wolf’s paws were firm, but not uncomfortable on his waist. It was a welcome feeling as Lupus pulled Achilles a little closer, turning his snout in an attempt to deepen the kiss. Achilles tried to say more, but once his mouth opened, it was invaded by a dark tongue, prodding around places he’d never imagined. There was no stopping the whiny groan that escaped his throat. Lupus pulled back for a few seconds, giving Achilles the chance to speak.

“I-I think Zagreus would really like that,” he stuttered out.

“I’m not sure this is about him anymore,” Lupus replied, pulling Achilles close again. It really wasn’t, was it? Now it was about the warrior.

Achilles flushed harder, if there even was a way for him to, as Lupus took another kiss from him, and another, and another, pulling in Achilles as close as he could, until their bodies were up against each other, and now there was really no stopping it.

Achilles was hard. Embarrassingly hard. And Lupus would absolutely be able to tell, since said erection was protected by nothing but the thin, sheer cloth of his chiton, and it prodded up against the therian’s thigh.

“Lad,” Achilles called between lazy, slow kisses. “Lad, Lupus–we might have to–stop here–!”

Lupus pulled back from Achilles, instead burrowing his snout between his neck and shoulder. “Achilles,” he said, breath cascading over his body. “Be truthful with me. Do you want this to stop?”

Achilles swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. There was no other word to say. If Lupus was enjoying it, and, fuck, if he was enjoying it, there was only one way to reply.

“No.” Achilles trembled slightly as he spoke, lightning rippling through his veins. “Don’t stop.”

So, Lupus continued, keeping Achilles close, moving his snout back to kiss him again, and again, and again. His ears pricked up at the sound of Achilles’s breathy moans between each kiss, and Achilles had a warmth in his body he hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

The two found themselves backing onto a platform, rightly sized for Achilles to lay his back on as Lupus crawled on top of him, kisses continuing, paws trailing up the warrior’s thighs as his breath hitched. There wasn’t anything underneath his chiton, which got flipped up, exposing him to the air. Lupus pulled away to admire Achilles, with his toned stomach, muscular thighs, and of course, his cock standing at attention, already dribbling precum. Lupus brought his snout down and close to Achilles’s cock, giving it a gentle lick.

“Lupus, please be careful, I don’t want you to–aah,” Achilles covered his mouth, trying to stifle the moan that trickled out as Lupus wrapped his warm muzzle around his cock. How he managed to do so without threat from his sharp teeth, Achilles wondered for a moment, but didn’t question it for long as that same dark tongue trailed his member, up and down. Lupus was able to take in a deep breath of the warrior’s musk, sweaty and manly and arousing, encouraging him to reach behind and untie his loincloth, letting it drop to the ground. His own cock twitched in the cool air, hungry for more.

Lupus pulled away from Achilles’s cock with a whimper from the man, but trailed his snout down to his hole, pressing his tongue against it.

“Oh, gods,” Achilles whimpered, covering his mouth tighter. Lupus continued to lick over the hole, pressing into the ring of muscle a few times, earning more stifled moans from Achilles. He pushed himself up on the platform, hips between Achilles’s thighs, cock brushing against his entrance.

“May I?” Lupus asked, bringing his face back to Achilles’s once more.

“Please,” Achilles breathed, pulling the therian back in for a kiss, tasting a mix of his own body and Lupus’s mouth as he opened wide.

Lupus reached down with a free paw and stroked his length a few times before pressing the pointed tip onto his slick hole, pushing inside of Achilles. Lupus huffed gently in Achilles’s mouth, pleased at the sensation of his walls around his cock, starting to gently slide in and out in a controlled rhythm.

With each shallow thrust, Achilles groaned, gripping onto Lupus’s shoulders for support. The sound of muffled fur against skin echoed slightly in the sparring hall, which could have alerted a passerby to the kind of actions taking place, but no one was near. It was only the warrior and the therian, wrapped up in their own sensations, denial and worry cast to the side.

“Lupus, I’m–I’m going to–” Achilles tried to talk, but his body was too lost in pleasure to make any coherent sentence. Lupus kept thrusting, a tight knot building at the base of his cock, pressing up against the warrior’s entrance.

The call of nature was too great. He pushed the knot into Achilles, who cried out in pleasure with the new intrusion, gripping Lupus’s shoulders tighter. Thrusts became shallow and needy, and Achilles came, cock twitching with desire. Lupus pushed himself deep inside the warrior, one last time, letting himself release as the knot came undone. Achilles swore he could feel it.

Soon, the wolf shivered and flopped himself on top of the warrior, still partially inside him, trying to catch his breath. Achilles rubbed circles in Lupus’s broad back, closing his eyes.

“Wow,” he mumbled, running his fingers through the fur. “You’ve got some strength, lad.”

Lupus hummed, throat rumbling against Achilles. “If you ever need something from me like this again… Just say the word, eques. I’ll be there.”

Achilles didn’t respond. He just kept petting Lupus, closing his eyes.

“Gods,” he thought to himself. “I hope Zagreus is alright with sharing.”