Stellan heaved a long, satisfied sigh when he felt the wolf beneath him release into his curled palm, semen leaking between the cracks in his fingers as he massaged Sig's handsome member. As evidence of his own orgasm collected in the reservoir tip of his condom, Stellan gently let Sig's cock go, bringing his hand up and around to look at the sticky white substance painted across his palm. The large male licked at his fingers, curious and eager to taste. He smiled at the subtle flavor of Sig's seed, gentle, not as pungent as the ejaculate of an alpha or even a non-alpha wolf who leaned toward the dominant position in his sexual endeavors. It was risky, as Sig was still a near stranger to Stellan, but nothing smelled off about his release, and Sig by all accounts presented as a clean and healthy wolf.<br/><br/>He was handed a square of fabric, similar to the work towels Stellan used to wipe grease and oil off of his hands while he worked in the garage. The rest of Sig's release was wiped away and the soiled rag was dropped onto the floor of the truck, something he would need to remember to pick up later. Stellan had been hasty in his need for Sig. There was no way the owner of the truck wouldn't be able to know precisely what they had done. Was he a laid back wolf? Would knowing his little friend fucked another wolf in his truck bother him, or would he roll with it like a brand new tire? Impossible to say. Perhaps Sig would endear him to his friend by relating his small tale about Stellan fixing his truck.<br/><br/>Sig's thighs trembled against him, a subtle reverberation of pleasure against his skin. Stellan stroked the back of Sig's legs affectionately, grinning. "Perhaps," Stellan replied, admiring the view of himself still stuffed inside of his new friend. "Difficult to say. I don't know if you're being rewarded, or me. You're a fucking treat." Stellan meant what he said. A man of few words, but the words he spoke were never anything but genuine. He brushed his hand against Sig's ass, squeezing, once again sighing in appreciation of the small wolf's body.<br/><br/>"Dinner? I think I'd like that." Sig had been a gigantic detour, one that Stellan didn't regret making. Dinner would be just another speed bump on his way back to the pack, but his alpha wasn't given an exact time for when Stellan was supposed to return, only an approximation. His reluctance to continue on down the winding back roads to pack territory was a significant factor in Stellan agreeing, though his post-orgasm bliss and affection for Sig might have played a rather sizable part as well.<br/><br/>Stellan enjoyed the time it took for his knot to subside. Filling someone and locking was always a physical pleasure for him, though he didn't attribute great importance to the lock like some did. Sig allowing him to knot him was a compliment, and the wolf took great care to ease himself out of Sig's body when the time was right. He carefully pulled Sig up to him, caressing the small body as he pulled it into his lap. "Are you sore anywhere?" he asked, lightly massaging Sig's thighs, waiting for him to shake out his arms and rid himself of any numbness he might have acquired while patiently waiting.<br/><br/>While in his lap, Stellan took the opportunity to give Sig another close look. He had been admiring him since the moment he came across him, but now they were close, freshly fucked, and Stellan enjoyed the warmth radiating from Sig's skin. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against Sig's throat, kissing him lightly.<br/><br/>"Hafta admit, I much prefer that you lured me here to this secluded area to fuck me instead of slit my throat. That would have been an unfortunate turn of events for me." He paused, hot breath coating Sig's skin like erotic steam. "Lead the way. I'll follow anyone for a good meal."