Sig had tipped his head back without hesitation, submitting to Stellan's will. The larger wolf growled in response, running his teeth along the delicate skin of his partner's throat. Though Sig was giving himself to Stellan, his body language remained confident and sure, not arousing the innate prey drive that could rear its ugly head whenever he encountered wolves who responded to him with meekness and fear. Unlike some of the other bigger wolves he was acquainted with, Stellan didn't find fear sexually pleasing. It was difficult for him to maintain an erection when the body beneath him stank of trepidation instead of desire. Sig's distinctive scent riled him, and two pairs of hands worked to tug at various fabrics as they crowded themselves into the back of the large truck.<br/><br/>Stellan grinned when Sig directed him to the lubricant; he<i>had </i>to meet the smart wolf who owned this mechanical beast. The scent was distinctly alpha, but still unrecognizable. It didn't matter, he would know the man if he ever saw him, assuming Sig would want to keep him around after they were finished with their impromptu fucking. The small wolf's hands were caressing the bulge in his jeans, eliciting a deep rumble of pleasure from Stellan's chest as he plunged his hand into the center console, fingers blindly searching until they touched the bottle of lube. He pulled it out without ceremony, simply laying it on the floor of the backseat while he fished one of the condoms out of his pocket.<br/><br/>"You don't think I'm irresponsible, do you?" Stellan asked playfully, tugging at Sig's pants until they were fully off and thrown into the front seat, out of the way. Perhaps he was. He was fucking a wolf he had just met within the last few hours, and sexually transmitted infections weren't uncommon among lupine kind. Stellan was excited, and eager to plunge himself into this exceptionally cute creature, but he didn't want to depart having picked up anything new. Sig smelled perfectly healthy, but there were some illnesses undetectable even to a werewolf's powerful nose.<br/><br/>Stellan tore open the condom packet, unrolling the latex tube onto his stiffened member. Sig hadn't had to do anything other than lately graze him for his cock to be thick and pulsing with need. His dark hair tumbled into his eyes as he felt the condom cling to him. "You smell amazing," Stellan mused, shoving his jeans down his hips until they were past his knees. The bottle of lube was only partially full, and Stellan imagined Sig's friends made good use of it. He squirted the silky liquid into his hand and reached down to add some extra lubrication to his sheathed cock before reaching in between Sig's legs, pressing his fingers forward to gently stimulate the wolf's tight hole.<br/><br/>If Stellan had been fucking a human, he would have taken a moment to ask if he was going too fast. Smelling arousal on a human was just as easy as doing so on a wolf, but humans were complex and contradictory. During his years of travelling, Stellan had discovered that just because a human was aroused, that didn't necessarily mean that they wanted to fuck fast and hard. Some liked preparation and foreplay, some liked kissing and petting. Others wanted it violent, rough and animalistic. Wolves were not so complicated. Wolf sex was always rough by nature, and if a wolf didn't snap at you when you were trying to mount them, there was no question about how to proceed. Stellan liked the simplicity that came with fucking another wolf, and he didn't worry himself over Sig's comfort level when he slipped his fingers inside the small man's body to coat his muscles with a layer of lube. If Sig didn't like it, Stellan would be able to tell instantly.<br/><br/>When Stellan felt Sig was adequately covered, he removed himself, wiping the excess lube off on the inside of his black t-shirt, not caring if it left a stain. He took hold of Sig's hips, pulling him close and lining himself up with the wolf's entrance as he leaned down to press his teeth into Sig's shoulder. Though he held firm, his teeth were surprisingly gentle, not biting down hard enough to even bruise the sweet flesh. Sometimes when he fucked, the receiving wolf fidgeted when he entered them, not out of displeasure but merely adjusting to the slow penetration. Stellan held him there, hands down at Sig's sides as he pushed his hips forward, breaching the clenched ring of muscle. A deep, rolling moan of satisfaction vibrated through Sig's collarbone as Stellan eased himself in further, deeper, desperate to dive into his new and attractive friend.