Sig responded to him beautifully, relaxing when Stellan wanted him to relax, tensing and pulling when Stellan wanted him to pull. It was much more straightforward with him than it was with anyone else, even with other wolves. Stellan enjoyed mild play when it came deciding who was the dominant force, a gentle teasing filled with licks and careful nips at the skin, but in order for things to be enjoyable one wolf eventually had to give in while the other took control. If neither wolf was willing to submit, the sex had a tendency of becoming violent, with the physically stronger usually winning out by sheer force. Though Stellan's instinctual need to assert himself over his sexual partners was there, snarling beneath the surface of his consciousness, he preferred to avoid all that primal ceremony if possible. Sig's willingness to accept him without fear left Stellan hungry for him, ravenous, eager to taste the sweat on the small wolf's skin.<br/><br/>As the bigger wolf's speed increased, Stellan became frustrated. His skin became hot and damp beneath his shirt and leather jacket, both which he had neglected to remove in his urgency to fill Sig. He pulled away from Sig's grasp slightly, hissing his dissatisfaction in response and stripping himself of his constricting clothing, revealing the firm lines of his abdomen and the broad swath of skin on his pectorals, covered in a bright, freshly inked tattoo. The jacket and shirt were tossed into the front seat alongside Sig's jeans, forgotten for the time being. The panting body beneath him was far more worthy of his concern, and Stellan dove back him, pressing his hips hard into Sig's backside to pump those precious noises from the foreign wolf's lips.<br/><br/>Stellan's skin was slick with sweat as he continuously thrust inside of Sig's compact form, ass muscles tightening beneath the commanding fingers digging into his skin. Interspersed between appreciative moans and an aggressive dog-like panting, Stellan displayed his new found affection for Sig by licking along the male's collarbone, lavishing him with sweet, gentle praise, though actions like that were usually more common among mated pairs, less so among strangers. But Stellan was thirty years old, well past the age most werewolves found their mates. He had shrugged away any wish to discover that "one," the wolf whose very existence riled his instincts. It was enough for him to merely find someone he tolerated, liked even, whose behavior complemented his own cool demeanor. Sig did that for him, at least for now, and he wanted to show his respect for the wolf while he could.<br/><br/>Abdominal muscles squeezed together tightly as Stellan could feel his knot beginning to grow, but that wouldn't do. Stellan didn't want to interlock with Sig like this, with him on top and forced to wait out their time together simply trying to not crush the male who was half his size. Without warning, Stellan took hold of Sig's sharp hips as he pulled himself out of the male, turning him over and manipulating his body until he was on his knees, ass up and inviting Stellan back inside.<br/><br/>"I feel bad for you, Sig," Stellan teased, fingers holding tight as he eased himself back inside of Sig's smooth hole, grunting from the effort of stuffing himself inside. "I get this amazing view, and you have to look at a door panel. My deepest apologies. I promise I'll make it up to you." The large wolf grinned, beginning his fervent pounding. He adored the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the sweet purrs from his partner, the gentle rocking of the truck as Stellan showed Sig's ass no mercy. For a small wolf, Stellan was impressed with Sig's ability to accommodate his size with ease, as if the two fit one another perfectly, their bodies coming together to form a steamy erotic puzzle.<br/><br/>Stellan's knot soon forced itself forward, the big wolf unable to hold it back any longer though he would have much preferred to keep it at bay, if only so he could continue fucking the glorious werewolf beneath him. He groaned from the effort, slipping a finger into Sig alongside his swelling knot in an effort to ease its insertion. Some wolves didn't like being knotted, especially male ones, and Stellan silently hoped he hadn't put Sig off by forcing him into the lock. In a mild appeasement, Stellan bent forward once they were solidly connected, the bulge inside of Sig still growing, and reached his hand around Sig's waist to take hold of the handsome member Sig housed between his legs. Stellan growled in pleasure as his hand brushed against Sig's small mound of pubic hair before wrapping his large fingers around the stiff shaft. He had smelled that Sig was close before he had turned the little wolf over, and he hoped to bring him to completion there, that Sig would explode into his fist and coat Stellan's rough palms with a layer of sweet-scented release.<br/><br/>The large wolf huffed, sinking his teeth once more into Sig's skin to hold him when he felt his orgasm erupting from his clenched pelvic muscles. The condom made it somewhat easier for the two to move against one another as a layer of lubrication still sat between the latex and Sig's muscles, but instinct encouraged Stellan to hold, to keep his partner still lest he pull in just the wrong way. Despite this need, Stellan's jaw was still careful not to put too much pressure on Sig, and his hand continued to caress the pulsing arousal, eager to please.