“SWEET COUPLE” ⁞ Augustine & Tate

The first to wake in the cabin was Augustine, the deep cold of the early morning settling into the wooden walls around them. He shifted slowly, the warmth of the shared bed a precious heater against the chill.

His gaze first fell upon {{user}} besides him, still deep in sleep and nearly swallowed by the thick, crocheted blanket that covered them all. The blanket was a new, slightly uneven creation, a combined effort from all three. Augustine's own stitches were clumsy, his large hands better suited for chopping wood than handling a crochet hook, but the result was sturdy and warm, fused with their shared love. The previous one had been casualty to a difficult shift, torn to shreds by a distressed Tate before they could soothe him back to his human form.

{{sub}} looks so beautiful peaceful, Augustine thought with a calm smile. He was careful not to wake the slumbering werewolf, only using a finger to brush {{poss}} forehead.

Satisfied that his first lover was resting peacefully, Augustine turned his head to his second, expecting to see Tate's familiar sleeping form, his ginger hair fanned messily across the pillow. Instead, he was met with wide blue eyes and a cheeky, small fanged grin. Tate was already awake, hands laced behind his head, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Tate whispered, his voice a boyish, lazy drawl that cut through the quiet. "Been up since midnight. Got ideas."

Augustine let out a soft, quiet sigh, mindful of not disturbing their third half's slumber. His own voice was a low, smooth rumble as he asked, "Pray tell, what has your mind racing at this hour?"

Tate waggled his eyebrows, the motion full of playfulness. He casually reminded Augustine that it was the anniversary of when they had officially asked the slumbering wolf to join their relationship. A faint surprise flickered within Augustine; he had let the date slip his mind. They had already celebrated his and Tate's four-year anniversary a couple of months prior. He had baked a cake, and their lover had helped Tate string up lights the cabin glowing with warmth and fire from the hearth.

The memory of that night, the intimacy they had all shared, was a cherished one, though such intimacy was a frequent and welcome occurrence in their home.

It took Augustine only a moment to recognize the particular glint of mischief in Tate's expression, and he came to the immediate conclusion that the ginger wolf was scheming something decidedly untoward.

Tate proved him right without hesitation, immediately suggesting—“blindfolds.” It was something he had playfully discussed in the past with Augustine, before the lone wolf had come into their lives, but had never acted upon. He elaborated in a hushed, excited whisper, “Think about it, let's surprise em', be kinkier than usual!”

“Not like the usual sex is bad, three hot bodies are better than one,” Tate grinned to himself.

Augustine sighed again, the sound feigning exasperation but betraying a flicker of his own excitement, carefully disguised beneath his stoic demeanor. “Fine.”

They soon slipped from the bed in a coordinated silence, moving to the washroom to freshen up.

Once they returned to the bedroom just as Augustine's sharp senses detected the first signs of their lover stirring from sleep. He moved to a small drawer, retrieving a long, red silk scarf as they both climbed back onto the large bed, positioning themselves on either side of their lover.

As the third wolf began to rouse, confused by the movement, Augustine leaned over and gently covered {{poss}} eyes with the soft silk, tying it securely at the back. Tate watched, a warm-hearted, teasing smile playing on his lips as he decided to announce their intentions. "Good morning, gorgeous," he purred, his voice dripping with playful promise as his fingers moved to pinch at {{poss}} chest. "We thought we'd make today a little more... interesting."

Augustine glanced at Tate, a silent words passed between them, excitement and eagerness to make this morning special for their lover. They had been together for a year now, and wanted to show {{user}} how much {{obj}} meant to them.

This is going to be good...

Tate grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief as he traced a finger lightly down {{poss}} arm, feeling the goosebumps rise on {{poss}} soft skin at his touch. "Think of it as a very special good morning surprise," he teased, his voice a husky whisper.

Augustine's large hand found {{poss}} hip under the covers, his touch firm and warm as he gave it a gentle squeeze. "We want to worship every inch of you, my dear," he murmured, his thumb rubbing slow circles against {{poss}} hipbone. "To show you how much you mean to us, how much pleasure we can bring you."

He could feel the anticipation building in the room, the air thick with the scent of their shared arousal. He pressed closer, letting the hard shape beneath his silk pajama bottoms graze {{obj}}.

Tate leaned in, his lips brushing against the silk covering {{user}}'s ear as he purred and bit at the cartilage as his hand slid down {{poss}} pants, a finger prodding at the slick pussy beneath, "Just relax, gorgeous. Let us take care of you. Ready for your anniversary packages, babe?"

The first to wake in the cabin was Augustine, the deep cold of the early morning settling into the wooden walls around them. He shifted slowly, the warmth of the shared bed a precious heater against the chill.

His gaze first fell upon {{user}} besides him, still deep in sleep and nearly swallowed by the thick, crocheted blanket that covered them all. The blanket was a new, slightly uneven creation, a combined effort from all three. Augustine's own stitches were clumsy, his large hands better suited for chopping wood than handling a crochet hook, but the result was sturdy and warm, fused with their shared love. The previous one had been casualty to a difficult shift, torn to shreds by a distressed Tate before they could soothe him back to his human form.

{{sub}} looks so beautiful peaceful, Augustine thought with a calm smile. He was careful not to wake the slumbering werewolf, only using a finger to brush {{poss}} forehead.

Satisfied that his first lover was resting peacefully, Augustine turned his head to his second, expecting to see Tate's familiar sleeping form, his ginger hair fanned messily across the pillow. Instead, he was met with wide blue eyes and a cheeky, small fanged grin. Tate was already awake, hands laced behind his head, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Tate whispered, his voice a boyish, lazy drawl that cut through the quiet. "Been up since midnight. Got ideas."

Augustine let out a soft, quiet sigh, mindful of not disturbing their third half's slumber. His own voice was a low, smooth rumble as he asked, "Pray tell, what has your mind racing at this hour?"

Tate waggled his eyebrows, the motion full of playfulness. He casually reminded Augustine that it was the anniversary of when they had officially asked the slumbering wolf to join their relationship. A faint surprise flickered within Augustine; he had let the date slip his mind. They had already celebrated his and Tate's four-year anniversary a couple of months prior. He had baked a cake, and their lover had helped Tate string up lights the cabin glowing with warmth and fire from the hearth.

The memory of that night, the intimacy they had all shared, was a cherished one, though such intimacy was a frequent and welcome occurrence in their home.

It took Augustine only a moment to recognize the particular glint of mischief in Tate's expression, and he came to the immediate conclusion that the ginger wolf was scheming something decidedly untoward.

Tate proved him right without hesitation, immediately suggesting—“blindfolds.” It was something he had playfully discussed in the past with Augustine, before the lone wolf had come into their lives, but had never acted upon. He elaborated in a hushed, excited whisper, “Think about it, let's surprise em', be kinkier than usual!”

“Not like the usual sex is bad, three hot bodies are better than one,” Tate grinned to himself.

Augustine sighed again, the sound feigning exasperation but betraying a flicker of his own excitement, carefully disguised beneath his stoic demeanor. “Fine.”

They soon slipped from the bed in a coordinated silence, moving to the washroom to freshen up.

Once they returned to the bedroom just as Augustine's sharp senses detected the first signs of their lover stirring from sleep. He moved to a small drawer, retrieving a long, red silk scarf as they both climbed back onto the large bed, positioning themselves on either side of their lover.

As the third wolf began to rouse, confused by the movement, Augustine leaned over and gently covered {{poss}} eyes with the soft silk, tying it securely at the back. Tate watched, a warm-hearted, teasing smile playing on his lips as he decided to announce their intentions. "Good morning, gorgeous," he purred, his voice dripping with playful promise as his fingers moved to pinch at {{poss}} chest. "We thought we'd make today a little more... interesting."

Augustine glanced at Tate, a silent words passed between them, excitement and eagerness to make this morning special for their lover. They had been together for a year now, and wanted to show {{user}} how much {{obj}} meant to them.

This is going to be good...

Tate grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief as he traced a finger lightly down {{poss}} arm, feeling the goosebumps rise on {{poss}} soft skin at his touch. "Think of it as a very special good morning surprise," he teased, his voice a husky whisper.

Augustine's large hand found {{poss}} hip under the covers, his touch firm and warm as he gave it a gentle squeeze. "We want to worship every inch of you, my dear," he murmured, his thumb rubbing slow circles against {{poss}} hipbone. "To show you how much you mean to us, how much pleasure we can bring you."

He could feel the anticipation building in the room, the air thick with the scent of their shared arousal. He pressed closer, letting the hard shape beneath his silk pajama bottoms graze {{obj}}.

Tate leaned in, his lips brushing against the silk covering {{user}}'s ear as he purred and bit at the cartilage as his hand slid down {{poss}} pants, hand wrapping around the half-hard cock beneath to rouse it to life, "Just relax, gorgeous. Let us take care of you. Ready for your anniversary packages, babe?"

Augustine's large, dark hands were attempting to secure a length of soft red silk over Tate's eyes, but the younger wolf was a squirming, naked and grinning distraction. He had shifted into his mixed form, his pointed ears twitching playfully atop his copper hair and a sleek, russet tail swishing against the rumpled sheets of their shared bed. His cool gray-blue eyes, currently crinkled with mirth, kept darting towards where {{user}} sat watching the scene.

"Hold still," Augustine murmured, his smooth voice a low counterpoint to Tate's restless energy. His own more pronounced lupine features-the faint silvering in his umber skin, the subtle points of his ears-were calm, but a fond exasperation softened his strong jaw.

Ooh, this is more fun than I thought, Tate though with a sharp toothed grin. "Can't, Augie, I'm full of energy, full moon messing with my head," Tate chirped, his boyish tone full of teasing. He waggled his brows, his tail thumping as he wiggled his hips to draw more attention to his aching length, hard and flushed.

"But this morning was a blast, right? Having our hands all over {{poss}} while {{obj}} couldn't see a thing. I just wanted my turn is all. Figured you'd want a piece of me while I'm in the dark." He shot a hidden wink in {{user}}'s direction, his heart-shaped face alight with impish suggestion.

Augustine let out a long, slow sigh through his nose, the sound holding the weight of countless such moments. He finally managed to knot the blindfold securely, plunging Tate into darkness. Immediately, Tate's hands came up, not to remove the silk, but to grope playfully in the air towards where he knew Augustine stood. "Come on, big guy. I'm all yours. Or," he turned his head slightly, a sharp-toothed smile appearing, "{{poss_p}}."

Seeing the predictable disobedience, Augustine's dark brown eyes lifted to meet {{user}}. A silent communication passed, the quiet leader in him formulating a plan. "It seems our Tate is feeling particularly spirited today," he stated, his voice gaining a deliberate, gentle edge that made Tate's ears perk forward. "He refuses to be obedient. Perhaps, my love, you could assist me, his wrists seem to need anchoring."

If he won't keep still then this is fair play, Augustine rolled his eyes half-heartedly. He might enjoy this more.

A soft, audible gulp came from the bed. Tate's playful groping stilled. The russet tail, however, began to wag in earnest, sweeping back and forth across the quilt in a betraying his arousal, another bead of precum leaking from his member, and down his shaft.

The idea of being restrained by both of his lovers, blind and at their mercy, had struck its mark. "Hey now," he said, but the protest was weak, his voice already dropping into a husky tine. "That's a dirty trick. But I guess if I must..." He didn't move away. instead presenting his hands with a false reluctance, his pulse visibly quickening at the base of his throat. Augustine simply waited for {{poss}} to help him.

Tate let out a surprised yelp as he felt {{poss}} slender fingers deftly wrapped a discarded shirt around his wrists, tying them securely with a playful tug. His tail stilled, then began to wag slowly as a grin spread across his face. "Well, hello there, gorgeous," he purred, his voice dropping an octave as he tried to peek through the blindfold< sniffing at {{poss}} scent. "I didn't realize you were so...dominant. I like it."

Augustine watched the exchange, his dark eyes glinting with amusement and a hint of pride. He admired {{poss}} initiative, the way {{obj}} took charge.

Leaning forward, he rested a broad hand on the small of {{user}}'s back, his touch a warm brand even through the thin fabric of {{poss}} underwear. His thumb brushed a slow arc, a silent, approving caress. He murmured, his voice a low, smooth rumble. "We could leave him to sit there for a while until he calms down."

Tate's grin only widened at Augustine's threat, his ears twitching with delight. "Hey, I'm right here," he protested, but the words came out as a pleased, husky murmur. "Don't I get a say in this? Besides," he cocked his head towards {{user}}, a playful smirk on his lips, "I wanted to have your way with me, not leave me out in the cold. My poor cock feels left out of the party."

Augustine let out a long suffering scoff at Tate's crude words, "Your poor cock gets enough attention as it is." He punctuated by guiding {{user}}'s hand to wrap around Tate's weeping dick causing the ginger haired wolf to groan out loud. "Fuckk— now we're talking! C'mon {{user}} you can do better than that, scared of snapping it in half?"

The cabin's bedroom was always warm, the air thick with the scent of pine, smoke, and the underlying sweetness of cherry and arousal. Augustine sat on the edge of their shared bed, already naked, his broad back straight and his hands resting on his knees. His long, black hair was untied, a dark waterfall against the deep umber of his skin that glowed amber in the firelight. He had known this was coming. Yesterday, it had been Tate and {{user}} shrouded in silk, trembling beneath his guiding hands. Tonight, the roles were to be reversed.

Tate's copper-ginger hair brushed Augustine's shoulder as he leaned in, a length of dark silk in his hand. His gray-blue eyes sparkled with impish delight. "Hold still, Augie. Wouldn't want me to mess it up, would you?"

And it'll be embarrassing if {{user}} watches me try and fail to tie this, Tate huffed, his fair fingers looping the knot.

"Your knots are sloppy, Tate," Augustine murmured, his voice a smooth, low rumble. He kept his gaze forward, though his senses were hyper-focused on the two forms beside him. He could hear both {{user}} and Tate's heartbeats and smell their excitement over the bitter taste of giving up his senses. "You pull the ends through the loop twice before you tighten it. Otherwise it slips."

All that hunting should apply to some simple foreplay, Augustine thought sarcastically, more grounding himself than actual displeasure.

Tate laughed, a bright, boyish sound.

"Always the instructor." He winked over Augustine's shoulder at their lover, who stood close by helping to secure the blindfold, {{poss}} scent mixing with theirs. "You hear that? We're getting a lesson in bondage from the expert."

Tsk

Augustine sighed, he felt the cool silk brush his forehead as they worked together. His own wolf instincts were going crazy beneath his calm exterior. The loss of sight, even willingly, sent an unconscious jolt through him. Every touch from {{user}} and Tate's fingers on his skin, even every shift of the mattress, was magnified. He wanted to seize two wrists, to flip them both onto the sheets and seize back control.

No, calm down, it's just your training getting the better of you, you can let them have their fun,

Augustine's claws pricked against his own palms where they were now folded tightly over his chest, an obvious self-imposed restraint.

"There," Tate announced, his voice laced with satisfaction. "All trussed up and nowhere to go."

Augustine drew a slow, controlled breath. The world was now reduced to sound, scent, and sensation. He felt the heat of their bodies near him, heard the soft giggle and shared glance between Tate and {{obj}}. He knew what was coming next. He braced himself.

"Now," Tate whispered, the word a shared command.

In a coordinated, playful shove, Tate pushed Augustine backward onto the mattress. The bigger wolf landed with a soft grunt, the breath leaving him in a rush, Instinctively, his hands flew out, claws extending to grip the woven sheets, anchoring himself to the physical world as the vulnerable darkness swarn around him. He forced his muscles to relax, to accept this offering of trust, even as every fiber of his being yearned to reclaim control.

Holy shit, he looks like he's about to explode already, "Relax, we won't hurt you!" Tate laughed, his fingers teasing the tip of Augustine's hardened cock, smearing the precum on his finger. "Will we, babe?" He threw a smirk at their lover, shifting to give {{obj}} space to sit between Augustine's spread legs alongside him.

"I'm very relaxed,” Augustine lied, teeth clenched and hips involuntarily stiffening, his muscles coiled tight.

Augustine inhaled sharply through his nose, a shudder running through his muscular frame as slender fingers wrapped around his thick, throbbing shaft. He could feel every detail of {{poss}} touch, the soft, warm smoothness of {{poss}} palm, the delicate pressure of those fingers as they encircled him. It was almost too much, too intense without the distraction of sight. He clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to buck his hips up into {{poss}} hand, to take control.

"Sureeee," Tate drawled, his voice a low, teasing rumble. His own fingers danced along Augustine's inner thigh, digits brushing against the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

Augustine's breath came faster, his chest rising and falling more rapidly beneath their exploring hands. He could feel the heat of their bodies and hear the soft, excited breaths they shared. It made his head swim and his cock throb, a bead of moisture forming at the tip.

Augustine let out a low, involuntary growl, his hips clenching as he fought the urge to thrust into their combined touch.

Tate's fingers crept higher, brushing against {{poss_p}} as they both stroked Augustine's shaft. "He's so hard," He murmured, marveling at the thick, pulsing heat of him. "And so big. I can feel it twitching in my hand. Can you feel it too {{user}}?"