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Nothing held back the growl as Varric stormed down the hall. It had been threatening for the longest time, boiling and rolling around his chest all evening. The large wolf stopped for a moment to breathe, fighting the urge to just burst into the locker room and do his best to cave in Rolf's face. He still couldn't believe that son of a bitch went against the plan and lost them the game. It had been so simple any block headed idiot could have followed the plan.

They knew that the other team had been planning something tricky for the very end. Countless hours of watching other games and past experience taught him that. A blind man could've seen the trick that they were setting up for. Why else would they have been baiting so damned hard for the one side.

But did Rolf listen? Nooo, the bear had turned into such a stubborn fuck the last few months and he wasn't sure why.

Yeah, they were never quite what you'd call friends, but they had at the very least been somewhat friendly with each other. Or at least as friendly as two near-alphas could be while being on the same team. He said near alpha because Rolf was being such a bitch.

If the bear was such a bitch, then what was he being? Varric brought himself short and stared at the locker room door, nose crinkling with his frown. He was all ready to just burst through the door and start chewing out the bear. Was it warranted, or was he just going to come in there and start yelling and screaming like some basic bitch?

The thought made him stop and roll over everything in his head. Was it warranted? If he was pressed and forced to answer, he'd happily say that yes it was. The rest of the team had tried to get him to just drop it. They all knew just how dangerous the wolf could be when he was really riled up. Which is why they'd gotten him out while Rolf was still back there getting cleaned up and ready to go home. Fucker was probably back there jerking off over the loss. Lips curled back with a low growl as the mental image of the bear danced through his hand, stroking on his cock and grumbling happily over the idea of fucking with his plan.

Any chill he had left at that point just evaporated. Varric turned on his heel and stormed towards the locker room, leaving a growl in his wake.

The wolf had to duck to get through the locker doors, the motion slowing him just enough so that he didn't slam the door into the wall. Ears perked as soon as he entered, catching the sound of the showers running and quiet grunts. Lips peeled back as the noises only confirmed his imagination's suspicion. Lips peeled back as the start of a snarl clawed its way up from the depths of his chest as he stalked past the lockers towards the showers.

Only to immediately freeze.

Sure enough Rolf was in the shower, and he was masturbating. The polar bear panting under the misting water, heavy hand planted on the ancient tile wall, legs stepped apart for balance, and the other hand firmly between his legs. With two fingers buried right into his cunt. And yes, he wasn't seeing things. Varric even rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't imagining it. Right where the big bear should be sporting a sizable pair and plump cock, it was just a pair of dark lips with a flushed, Ruby red inner walls clinging to his fingers. Without thinking about it, Varric craned his head to try and sniff at the bear's scent. No dice since the locker room was practically a swamp with the countless years of funk baked into the tiles. Not that he'd need his nose to tell him what needed to come next.

Out came his phone, a grin spreading across his maw as he snapped a quick picture. Getting one overall shot of the bear before zooming in for a couple more. The shower masked the sound of the camera app's shutter click, not that Rolf would've noticed, distracted as he was. Speaking of distracted, the wolf's pants were starting to get tight now. Complete asshole or not, Varric couldn't help but start to get turned on by the sight of the large bear madly fingerling himself in the shower. No way in hell that ass hat was going to let him have some fun with that twat of his.

Not unless...

His grin widened as a plan began to rapidly form in his head. Thumb sliding over the phone, hovering just above that icon marked with a red dot. "Record some video? Don't mind if I do," he muttered to himself. Moving a little closer and stripping off some of his clothes. Wadding them up, he stuck his phone into them and angled it just so to get a good angle on the showering bear. A little fiddling before he tapped the button. Phone chiming to announce that it was recording. With only his boxers and a grin plastered on his muzzle, the large wolf turned towards the showers.

"Well what the fuck do I have here?" he practically shouted. Rolf jumped in shock, eyes flying wide as he bit back his next throaty moan. "Not only do I come back here to chew out a rotten son of a bitch and find him jerking off, but he's literally a bitch as well!"

Rolf shoved off the wall and spun around with a speed that one wouldn't think such a large dude would have. "WHO THE FUCK YOU CALLING A BITCH?!" he bellowed as he stormed towards the grinning wolf. Any other person would have shrunk away from the sheer ferocity of the polar bear. Varric had personally witnessed their coach shrinking away from the ursine when he was riled up. Which was no surprise since both of them stood over nine foot high. Varric had a couple extra inches, but Rolf was wider and had far more bulk to his build, very little of it actually fat.

Varric wasn't about to back down though. Every lupine instinct screamed at him not to back down and instead step forward. He didn't lose his smile, but it did take on a more savage tilt as his lips peeled back to show more teeth. "I'm calling the cunt with a cunt a bitch." He bristled and let that growl roll up his chest, jabbing the wide chest with his finger. "You fucking knew the plan and decided to go off and do your own damned thing anyway. Just handed them the fucking victory. And you know what you're gonna do now? You're gonna fucking pay me back for just handing them the win after I busted my ass getting us ahead."

Rolf's ears were almost beet red as he was torn between a snarl and an embarrassed stammer. What he settled on was a bellowed, "Fuck you, Man!" as he tried to shove past the wolf.

"I'm not done with you." Varric planted his feet in case the large ursine decided to just barrel over him. "Try to fucking leave and I'll make sure that every last person I can reach knows that you've got no balls." His hand snapped out to slap against the bear's pussy, "Literally." He could tell that Rolf wanted to punch him with every fiber of his being. Arm cocking right back as dark lips curled up into a snarl that rolled over him like an avalanche. Fingers dug into the wet cunt, noting just how hot and tight the bear's insides were, as he voiced his own growl in return. "You even think of punching and those pictures will be all over the school by morning."

Arm shook as the bear fought between the urge to knock the wolf's block off and the want of having something inside of him. Rolf's growl wavered between moan and snarl as the fingers kept working at him. Varric's thumb teasing over his swollen clit with a quick rub.

Thighs shook before the bear managed to tear himself away with a snarled, "Fine!" Varric didn't pressure yet, just smirking as he watched Rolf waddle back, "Fucking hell," came the low grumble. "But you're deleting those fucking photos once we're done, and if I hear of you telling anyone, I'll rip off your fucking dick and shove it up your ass." Turning again, he planted both hands on the wall and leaned forward with a growl, "At least I won't have to see your ugly ass face when you're at it."

He couldn't resist planting a great big slap across that bear ass as he stepped up. "Don't worry, Babe, I'll let you personally delete the photos off my phone." Everyone on the team knew how tech unsavy Rolf was, undoubtedly he'd never think about the cloud back ups. If he even thought about that once they were done.

Kicking off his boxers, he revealed his plump sheath and peeking cock. A growl rolled in his throat, taking on a hungry note, as he knelt behind Rolf and grabbed the bear's cheeks, spreading them wide so he could lean in. This close to the bear, he was assaulted by the bulky male's musk and the scent of his arousal. Tongue ran over his lips before lapping at the bear. Muzzle crinkled at the funky flavor, putting it down to the fact they'd just gamed and that Rolf had been stewing a bit before everyone got out of the locker room. Normally, he'd get in a few good laps, maybe get his partner to climax once or twice, but fuck it. He was still pissed off and wanted to work out his anger a bit. Add in that Rolf was a big guy who could take a beating, and also the object of his ire, how lucky could he be?

Standing up, he gave Rolf's rear a slap. "Just tell me if it's too much for you to handle, Princess." Reaching down, he gave his sheath a couple quick pumps before lining his red rocket up with the entrance.

Rolf huffed and growled over a shoulder, "Why don't you just fucking stick it in already so I can fucking leave? Got shit to do tonight." He lined the tip up and shoved in, just like he was told to do. Teeth ground and back arched as tight muscles grabbed his cock like a vice. His snarl was nearly drown out by Rolf's throaty bellow as wide hips rocked, torn between pulling away and bucking back as the fat wolf cock spread his tunnel. "See?" he gasped, "Ain't nothing." Teeth ground as the wolf crammed every inch in, not stopping until his sheath was pressed tight to the stretched lips. "Nothing."

He wasn't the only one panting. Varric's head was swimming as the pussy grabbed at his cock. "You a fucking virgin?" He wasn't a stranger to this, given his size and status at the school, girls were practically throwing themselves at him. He'd claimed his share of cherries before and knew what one felt like. Tightening his hold on the hips, he managed to pull back a few inches before slamming back to the root of his length.

"The fuck you think?" Rolf tried to snap, but it came out as a gasp as the wolf steadily began to thrust. Head dropped and pressed to the blissfully cool tile, hips pressing back into the team captain with a drawn out, "Faaawk."

Rather than make another remark, Varric just tightened his hold on those squirming hips and began to thrust. Hard, fast motions that sent his heavy ball sac crashing off Rolf's thighs. Low growls and grunts sounded from the pair as he leaned forward, pressing his chest to the bear's back. He kept his thrusts short and sharp, barely even moving his hips as he fucked the ursine like a wild animal. Stood to reason that Rolf was a virgin, or at least had been until a few moments ago, but holy shit. He'd never felt a pussy this tight or hot before. Felt like his cock was going to be snapped in half at any moment. Wasn't just that either. He'd been with a handful of wild girls. Ones that screamed and yelled for more while pushing their bony asses back into him. It was nice to have some padding to slam into. Even a little hypnotic when he looked down and saw that booty jiggle with each thrust. What was really driving him wild was Rolf's animalistic grunts and growls and the way that the bear slammed his ass back with each thrust. More often than not, his feet were sliding on the slick tile. Forcing him to lunge that much harder back into his team mate.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" Rolf grunted, shoulders hunching lower as his bulky frame began to shudder. If he'd thought the bear was tight before...

Varric didn't want to announce his own building climax. He could feel it building to a head. The constant pushing and rolling. How those muscles were grabbing at his growing knot. Clenching against the glans and milking it in ways that felt so good it was impossible to describe. His thrusts came up shorter now, faster as ht got stuck. "Ow...OW!" came the snarled yelps from the polar bear, hips bucking harder. Varric wasn't going to let him get away though. Hands pulling tighter against those hips as he bit down on Rolf's scruff with a growl. He could feel his cock digging deeper as that knot reached its final size. "WHAT THE FUCK!" came the bellowed question.

Naturally, the only answer he could give came in the form of a snarl and a pull as he hit his own peak. Hot seed shooting from his length and splattering against Rolf's bare insides. Each spray met with a sharp buck and a pulse from his pent up nuts as he unloaded every last bit of tension.

"HEY!" Rolf twisted and tried to ram his elbow into Varric's side, "I told you to pull out, Asshole! The fuck you thinking, cumming in me?! And the fuck was that thing?"

A hand jumped up to cuff Rolf upside the head, "You never said anything about pulling out, and that's my knot, the fuck you think it is?" Varric growled and planted another slap to the bear as Rolf tried to pull away, tugging hard at his knot.

The elbow came back again, catching him harder in the side and actually knocking him back a bit. "I expected you to... FUCK!" Rolf's back arched as Varric slipped on the slick tile. Fat knot tugging at his cunt lips before managing to pop out with a wet slurp. Legs wobbled as he gasped heavily, entire frame shaking as cum drooled from his pussy lips. Varric smacked off the floor with a grunt as the breath was driven from him. He had to lay there for a long moment as he tried to get his breath back, huffing.

Rolf crouched a bit with a deep growl, "The fuck's a knot?" Reaching back, he ran his fingers over his pussy lips with a shiver. "Goddamn," he muttered under his breath. The bear grabbed a ragged washcloth and scrubbed between his legs for a moment before twisting the shower off finally. "Alright, Jackass, you had your fun now gimme your phone."

Varric pushed himself upright and stretched, rubbing his aching back. He made no effort to cover up his still erect cock, deep red length still twitching, as he tried to work the soreness out of his shoulders. Mid-twist he couldn't help but notice how Rolf's eyes dropped to stare at his cock, nor could he help but notice how that anger dulled for just a moment. Might have just been his imagination running away with him but he was sure he saw a glimmer of hunger in those eyes.

Not that the bastard would either admit or ask outright. "Fine." Heavy jaws snapped with the snarled word. Padding over to where he'd stashed his phone. It took all of a second to stop the recording and swap over to the gallery. Turning the phone so Rolf could see, he selected the shower pics he'd snapped before hitting delete. "Happy now?"

Shaggy frame shook, spraying water in all directions. "Fuck you," was the only reply before the bear lumbered off to dry and get dressed. Varric perked an ear in that direction and smirked to himself. Navigating menus and restoring the pictures from the cloud after a matter of seconds.

"Fuck you too," he nearly laughed to himself, collecting his shirt.

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Oh he ached the next morning. Always hurt after a game, but there he was sporting some new bruises on top of others today. Varric rolled over in bed and sighed, groping for his phone and staring bleary at the screen. It was getting close to noon but it was Saturday so not like he had a lot to do. Rolling onto his back, he started to go through the messages waiting on him. Few people asking to hang out, Becky showing him her tits, message from his mother reminding him that they were gonna be gone and not to trash the place. He couldn't keep the grin off his face as he typed out a quick reply of love and a promise that he wouldn't break anything or throw parties, yada yada. Tongue rolled over his lips as a hand dropped to rub his morning wood. Well, maybe break Becky, she was always great at giving head.

Before he could jump back to flirt with that collie, a new message popped up, from Rolf of all people. How the hell did that cunt get his number? "Hey fucker, Dad pissed @ game, whr u liv?" He stared at it a few seconds before just replying with a question mark. Rolf's dad was the coach and he'd been yelling at them for a while about working as a team. He'd be royally pissed off after last night's shit show. As he tried to get his still weary mind into the state to decode the message, his phone buzzed violently with an incoming call.

"Yeah?" he groaned at it.

"Where the fuck do you live?"

Varric frowned at the phone as he sat up, "Good morning to you too. Didn't think you were into it that much last not that you're this hungry for it."

"Shut the fuck up!" While there was definitely a very pissed off tone to Rolf's voice, there was a note of worry in it that made Varric sit up. "Coach was super pissed off last night." Oh, Rolf only called his father Coach when it was bad. "Said either we grow a pair and work as a team, or he's benching both of us. Where the fuck do you live? He's gonna be calling in like twenty minutes and said I'd better be there."

The stubborn part of Varric wanted him to tell Rolf to shove it and hang up, but he couldn't get benched this late in the year. Not just his pride either. Didn't take long before a devious plan formed in his head either, a grin splitting his lips. "Alright fine. I've gotta get up and get dressed." He rattled off his address as he slumped out of bed to get dressed and set everything in motion for his plan.

Didn't take long before the doorbell was buzzing frantically. "Yeah yeah, I'm coming." he grumbled as he shuffled towards the door. He was still pulling on a shirt, only just having gotten out of the shower. It was rattling under heavy knocks by the time he got there. A silent snarl curling over his muzzle as he ripped the door open. "Would you chill for a second?"

Rolf snarled, "I will not fucking chill when my dad is already calling!" He practically smacked his phone, nails clacking off the glass in a way that make Varric wince. "Hey, Coach. I'm out here." He swung around to stand next to Varric.

An older polar bear glowered form the screen, "Good. Now that you're there, you two can hang out today." He spotted the argument building and snapped, "I don't care if either of you had plans. You two are gonna be joined at the hip today and you're going to like it. I'm gonna call one of you two randomly during the day and if both of you aren't there when I do, you're both on the bench. Got it?" With that, he hung up before either of them could argue.

The pair shared a frown at each other, muzzles creasing into silent growls. Rolf huffed, "Fuck me sideways, hope you got some good fucking movies." He stepped in, shouldering Varric aside as he stomped into the house and headed for the first couch he saw.

"Come in, make yourself at home." Varric rolled his eyes as he shut the door. "You want anything to drink? I haven't even had breakfast yet."

"Unless you've got beer, I'll just take water." Of course he had beer, but he wasn't about to tap into that for the bear for no reason. Nah, could always use that as a bargaining chip later. Sweeten the temper a bit if it came down to that. Nothing fancy just yet. Same went for his breakfast, nothing fancy yet. Some cold pizza clenched between teeth, juice in one hand, and a glass of water in the other.

He was just coming out of the kitchen when he heard it. "Where the fuck is the remote for this goddamned... ah ha!" The glass of water came down on a coaster right as Rolf clicked the remote. It took a few seconds for the TV to start up before jumping to the channel where the media PC waited. He was just planting his butt on the other end of the couch when it sprang to life. There, in full 4k glory and spread across a seventy inch display, was the crooked video of him plowing Rolf in the shower. For a split second it played in utter silence, then the sound system clicked on and the raunchy chorus of their locker room fuck filled the den. Quickly followed by a, "WHAT THE FUCK! I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!"

Rolf was up out of his seat in a flash, spinning on Varric with murder in his eyes. "Ah uh," Varric almost purred, chewing on the breakfast. "You do that and who would stop that from going out to everyone?"

A shaking hand pointed at the TV, "Delete this right fucking now! Why do you have this?! You deleted it last night!"

"No, you told me to delete the pictures, which I did. You never said word fucking one about the video I took. Now sit your bitch ass down before you do something stupid we both regret." Rolf was quaking with barely contained rage, ears twitching with each pap of balls on thighs that rang out of the speakers surrounding them.

He growled. Gritted his teeth. Snarled. Cursed under his breath. The full nine yards. But then he just dropped to the couch like a puppet with cut strings. "What do you want?" he said, sounding defeated.

Oh he knew exactly what he wanted from the bear. Just had to let Rolf stew a moment as he chewed on his pizza and pretended to think it over. "Well," he stared slowly, "your dad said we had to spend all day together. So what do you say we start with some team building exercises? Really get to know each other?" Muzzle split into a wide, toothy grin, "Strip and sit."

Dark lips pulled back to show off teeth, muscles shaking under heavy limbs as Rolf fought with himself, clearly wanting to just lunge at the wolf and tear into him. He didn't know if Varric had the video set up to mail out to people. That sort of shit was beyond him, but he knew it happened all the times in movies. Some dude would be like, 'If I'm not there to stop it, then this email gets sent by midnight' and it'd be a race to stop whatever it was. Had to be real, movies didn't lie. "Man, not fucking cool," was all he could muster up as he stood to peel off his shirt and shorts.

Varric leaned back in the couch to watch the bear as he stripped, taking the chance to admire his body. Sure, he'd seen Rolf shirtless plenty of times. Now he took the chance to admire the bear's build. This wasn't some svelte waif of a thing. Muscle and fat layered under his thick pelt, his tone just barely visible under all that shaggy fur. They'd gone head to head often enough that he knew just how solidly built the bear was. While he'd never seen it in a sexual way before, now there was something about it that made his sheath swell with anticipation. Tongue ran over his lips as he imagined all the fun he'd have today. Head tilting ever so slightly as the bear bent forward to work his shorts off.

Rolf caught the looks he was being given and chuffed in annoyance, dropping back to the couch and pulling a throw pillow over to cover his lap. "There, you happy now?"

"No, but I'm getting there." Varric just couldn't keep the grin off his face as he leaned back, pushing his own pants down to expose his sheath and heavy sac. "Get over here and start sucking to start with." Tossing an arm over the back of the couch, he leaned back to wait.

"Dude what? That's fucking gay. I ain't sucking another guy's cock."

He wasn't about to get into an argument about what was and wasn't gay in this situation. Well, maybe just a little. "One, it's only gay if the balls touch, and you don't have any so we're good there. Two, you already screamed like a bitch on my cock last night. Three, just do it."

There was more grumbling and growling before Rolf shifted over with a huffed, "Fine." He kept muttering something under his breath as he reached out to grab the sheath.

"Hey! Be a little gentler there, not trying to squeeze it out you know." It was Varric's turn to growl as he leaned back, glaring down at Rolf. The bear snorted and softened the grip, stroking as he leaned in. Nose twitching as he breathed in the wolf's scent. Keeping his grip lighter, he stroked over the sheath and watched as the length began to firm up before him. Rolf couldn't help but grumble a bit as he leaned in, tongue flicking over the pointed tip briefly. "There you go," lips pulled back into a wide grin as he let a pleased growl roll up his throat. Low huffs came from the wolf as his length twitched, precum spurting against the tongue.

A growl washed over him as the bear leaned in, pushing the sheath back as he pushed his head down further. Tongue rolled from his maw as Varric rested his hand on Rolf's head. "There you go." Jaws shook with a growl as the tongue flicked over the cock. Head bobbing slightly a the length firmed up. Eyes narrowed as blood raced to his cock under the attention. The growl changed to a more questioning noise before Rolf suddenly let out a gagging noise and pulled back, coughing.

"What the actual fuck?" the bear snarled as he looked at the cock, eyes slowly widening. Varric smirked as he leaned back in the couch with his cock standing proud. The length was easily as thick as a soda can and over a foot long, even without his knot showing itself. "How the fuck did this fit in me?!"

Varric's grin widened as he let out a low growl, "You were pretty fucking wet last night." He rubbed the back of the polar bear's head. "Think you were the one that did most of the work getting it in you. Shoving back into me and moaning like a bitch in heat. I swear, I've seen porn stars that weren't as loud as you were being." He could see the snarl starting, rolling over Rolf's muzzle. "Speaking of, I'll tell you what." He let his gaze wander down the bear's large frame as it stretched out next to him. "Three days. Three days, you do whatever the fuck I want, when I want, without question or bitching, and I'll let you delete everything."

Eyes narrowed as Rolf looked at him with suspicion. "No more photos, no more videos, no audio, nothing, and you're going to let me gripe. And you're going to wear a condom or pull out, asshole."

Lips pulled back into a low growl, "Bareback or Daddy's going to get some pictures too." He flashed a grin, "or I might just walk out of the room when he calls. Maybe both." he rolled his shoulders in a shrug and smiled, but kept that dangerous growl rolling in his throat.

The pair stared at each other for a moment, lips pulled back and both growling at each other. Fur bristled as they both sat up and leaned in towards each other. Growls growing even louder. Fingers tightening on the couch as they glared at one another. The air grew heavier around them as the pair refused to back down or break eye contact.

Finally Rolf snarled, "Fine, but you'd better fucking delete every last thing, and if someone ever mentions it, it doesn't matter if it's twenty years down the fucking road, I'm gonna kick your ass." Judging from the hard look in his eye, the bear meant it.

Varric let the corners of his maw turn up into a slight smile, "That's fine by me. Now get on your side." He shoved lightly at Rolf's shoulder.

Lip curled into a silent snarl as he did, "The fuck you want me like this for?" He was still bristling as he lay on his side, staring daggers at the wolf.

Putting on his best grin, he brought his hand down on that white furred ass with a sharp swat. "You said fuck you sideways, so that's just what I'm gonna do." He ignored the low growl from the bear as he leaned in. Gripping the rear, he spread the bear's cheek a bit and leaned in, nosing against the dark lipped pussy. His growl continued to roll in his chest as he nosed the pussy lips before licking over them. Rolf didn't say anything as the tongue lapped at his outer lips but Varric could hear the quiet huff from the bear.

Cool nose brushed on hot lips, making the ursine jump again. Fingers spreading the labia to get at those inner lips. Just flicking his tongue over them was enough to actually draw a gasp from Rolf. With a smile that grew ever larger, Varric dug his tongue into that pussy and swirled it around. The gasp turning into a surprised moan, which Rolf quickly tried to hush. Which knowing that the bear wanted to keep quiet only made him want to make him squeal. Shouldn't be too hard. He'd only just gotten started and Rolf was already starting to drip.

Keeping those pussy lips spread open, he dove in with an over-eager slurp. Tongue driving into the clinging folds and lapping against the walls. More muffled moans sounded from the big guy but he couldn't stop the way his hips were starting to twitch. Each lap met with a push against his muzzle and a quake of those thick thighs. Sneaking a finger along the lips slowly, he circled the front edge as his tongue dove in. Wiggling just a little. Enough to coax out the bear's clit from behind it's hood. Low pants turning into a sharp gasp as his teeth brushed against the clit. Biting down on it gently with a playful growl. Rolf's body froze when the teeth pressed to the clit. Figuring that the bear was just playing hard to get, Varric slurped around it, tongue bathing the trapped pearl.

It was less that the polar bear was being difficult and more that he simply couldn't handle what was happening to him. As the wolf rolled his head and toyed with that nubbin, everything broke loose. Thighs shaking as his rear bucked back in shallow rocks. A guttural, low bellow rolling up his throat, shaken free by the force of his orgasm at the hands of the team captain.

Varric rocked back as the bear came, juices squirting around fingers and splashing on his face. A wide grin splitting his muzzle as the wolf growled in pleasure. Hand coming down on the wide ass with a smack, "There we go, doesn't that feel fucking great?"

Rolf didn't answer. Not that he couldn't, but the bear was too busy basking in the afterglow to really care. Varric licked over his lips and took a deep breath. The air was absolutely swimming with the mix of his own heady musk and the bear's heavier scent. Just taking that breath was enough to make his cock surge back up, any hardness that had been lost instantly returning as the scent invaded his nose. Hard to tell if it was something in the bear's scent, or if it was just because he had his rival spread out before him, but Varric wanted nothing more than to just shove his cock in that snatch and get rutting.

And what better time than the present?

Leaning up, he leaned over his teammate with that wide grin. Rolf lay his head on the armrest, tongue lolling from his maw as he tried to recover. Large head rolled as the bear tied to focus his attention on the wolf. His eyes widening slowly as he felt the pointed tip of that cock press to his slick entrance. He wanted to say something but with that post-orgasmic glow still clouding his head Rolf could only lay there as Varric pushed in.

"Fuck!" snarled the bear, lips curling into a snarl as the wolf stretched him Dude, what the hell?" he huffed as Varric drew back. Incredibly tight muscles clenching at the invader and fighting the entry. "Wasn't that hard to get in last night."

His hand came down with a firm swat, "It's cause you had your legs spread for one, and you're even tighter today." Lips curled into that savage grin as he pressed several more inches in with his next thrust. "Been tightening up for me?" Bracing a hand on Rolf's thigh and the other on the couch, he pulled himself forward. Both huffing as the cock sank deeper. "That excited to have the big bad wolf balls deep in you?" He was starting to grunt with each thrust. The sheer tightness of the bear fighting him from sinking deeper.

Which only made him want to fuck him that much harder. Muscles alternately fought the intrusion and welcomed him deeper. Sopping wet and almost achingly hot around his girth. Varric had fucked more than his fair share of pussy, and this was quickly becoming one of the best.

Gritting his teeth, Rolf tried to hold back from calling out as the bastard fucked him harder. He was torn between moaning like that vixen bitch that he'd seen Varric with (behind the bleachers more than once) and snarling in pain as the wolf forced his cock deeper. Great as it felt to have something fleshy and hard pounding his cunt, he wasn't about to give the fucker the satisfaction of knowing just how big he was. Instead, he grabbed at the couch and held on as Varric drove deeper.

"Fuck," he snarled under his breath when the wolf got a particularly good angle on him. Thrusts were coming faster now, driving grunts from him each time hips slammed into his.

A hard slap made him jump, ass stinging from the blow. "Just tell me if it's too much for you." Even without looking he could hear the smug smile plastered on that muzzle.

Made him want to punch it off. "You ain't got enough to make me stop."

Little did he know, Varric would make him regret that. "Oh I don't?" Grabbing his ass, the wolf pulled. "Roll over then." Grumbling, the bear did as he was told, pressing chest to the armrest and shifting. Shoving a knee into the couch, he braced on the floor with the other. The wolf didn't give him much time to prepare though. He was just setting when the next onslaught began.

"Ah FUCK!" came the barked cry when Varric slammed deeper. The sharp tip of his cock digging against something deep in the bear. Head dropped with a pained growl as the cock kept digging at him. Iron hard grip and stubbornness keeping him from pulling away. Claws dug at the couch arm as he ground his teeth together. Grunts growing louder despite his best efforts,hips starting to shake again. Rolf bit at his bottom lip and held on as best he could under the assault.

Hot breath puffed against his neck. "Just tell me if it's too much." Varric knew that he still had a good bit of his cock left to go. Rolf wasn't the only one wondering how he'd managed to fit it all in the bear. Varric found himself trying to figure it all out even as he tried to fit it back in.

Claws dug at fabric as he shook, barely able to hold on anymore. Lips curled at the tone the wolf took with him, huffing. "H-how about yooou s-st-stop fu-fuckin mmmme lik-like a pansy?"

That definitely topped a list of dangerous things to say. "I'll show you a fucking pansy!" snarled the wolf. Hands tightening hard around ass and thighs. Drawing back until just the very tip of his cock rested within those walls, Varric tensed for just a breath. A roar broke free of the bear, matched by an equal snarl from the wolf, as he slammed in. Rocket battering its way deeper. Next slam throwing Rolf against the armrest as Varric pressed harder. Tip forcing that weakened cervix open a fraction of an inch at the time. They'd been too into it last night to notice as he pushed through, now they could feel every last moment of the penetration.

"FUCK!" rang through the house as Varric's next thrust drove him through that last barrier. Rolf tried to buck him off, but Varric wasn't having it. Tightening his grip, the wolf pressed in harder. Growl building low in his throat as he forced that cock ever deeper. He could feel it! Those lips sliding over his length and easing towards his knot. Rolf was huffing under him, breathes coming in short gasps as he held on for dear life. Starring blankly ahead as the wolf's knot mashed against his pussy.

Teeth dug at Rolf's scruff, growl burying against the male and daring him to try and move. Hips digging with short, sharp grinds that forced his knot against those petals. Each push spreading them ever slightly more. Wider and wider those lips stretched over his fat knot. Unrelenting thrusts never once letting them start to tighten again and deny him what was his.

Neither had to look to imagine just how the knot was stretching the bear's flesh wider and wider. Glistening, red insides pulsing as they strained against the unyielding force of the throbbing knot. Varric jerked his hips to the side sharply, half of his glans popping in. He felt the bear buck under him, could feel the growl rolling up that broad back and into his chest. Muscles tensing under him as something threatened to bust out. Before it could break free, he jerked hard and fast. The other side of his knot popping in.

Varric bit down harder as the hot pussy lips hugged his length hard, clamping down behind his knot. There was no escaping now. And nowhere for his seed to go but the bear's womb.

Head thrown back with a triumphant howl as he came. His howl was met with a groaning cry from the bear, walls clenching and grabbing at his length. Milking for more seed even before the first wave was fully unleashed. Low, huffing grunts came from the bear as he ground his teeth. Feeling each pulse and warm blast against his insides. "What the fuck?" Rolf huffed, barely able to do more than just breathe and hold onto the couch at the moment. "Why the fucking fuck did it fucking hurt so fucking much!?"

"I don't fucking know, do I look like a biologist?" Leaning back, Varric couldn't help but smirk as he looked at the way Rolf's cunt was stretched out against his knot. Those dark pussy lips holding tight to his base. Combing his fingers though Rolf's pelt, he stretched with a soft huff. "Felt good though."

Claws pricked at the couch as he growled, "That's what you think. OW! HEY!" Hips jerked as the bear shot a look over his shoulder. Hips shook as the wolf pulled away and started to lay on the couch, his knot shifting within the abused slit. "What are you doing?"

Varric shrugged, "Laying down, what the fuck do you think I'm doing? Unless you want me to spoon you until my knot goes down."

Rolf snorted, "I'm letting you fuck me, I ain't about to let you spoon me like some fag." Wincing, he moved slowly to stretch out on the couch as well, almost scissoring the wolf since they were quiet literally joined at the hip. "Goddamn it," he huffed, lifting a leg to look down at their joining. His outer lips were almost comically distended due to the fat knot locked in them. The vague outline of Varric's cock just barely visible even through his bulk, stomach bulging from the volume of spunk being pumped into him. Ears twitched as a muffled beat sounded from the floor, "Ah shit!" Rolf twisted to reach for his shorts as best he could without pulling on that tie. "Fuck fuck fuck," came the low chant as he managed to hook his shorts and dragged them over, snatching out his phone. "Ah shit, video call."

"Answer it." Varric flashed a grin at him, "Don't worry, go right ahead and answer it." Reaching back, he pulled on the blanket that was draped on the couch, using it to cover their joining.

Rolf grumbled and pulled his shirt on before answering, "Hey, Coach."

A growl rang out from the phone, "Bout time you answered. What, too busy jacking each other off, or trying to find where he is."

Varric leaned over to grab the phone, "Nah, he was just in the head." He flashed a big grin as he swept the camera around to show the room before settling on him. "Didn't hear the phone over the movie we'd got on. Just hanging out and getting to know each other better, just like you wanted." Eyes narrowed as he shifted under the blanket, balls pressing a little tighter to his backside as his knot shifted within Rolf. His knot throbbed with each spray of seed, holding back a huff when the bear's walls clenched around him tighter in response.

The growl died down a little. It was almost as if he had been expecting them to be fighting, rather than chilling with a movie. "That's good, but don't want you boys just sitting around the house. You two were a bit slow last night, so what y'all to get out and get moving!"

"Right after this, Coach. Will do." Varric's head was starting to run with all sorts of ideas now, that smile widening a little wider. He handed the phone back over and stretched back out against the couch. He only barely listened to the bear as he wrapped up the conversation with his father. Humming to himself as he tapped a finger against his cheek. "So, got a half hour wait unless you want to try jerking free."

"What's on TV," Rolf snorted, reaching for the remote.

"Should have just stayed inside watching TV." Rolf was huffing as he trudged alongside Varric. "Been easy to just bullshit pops about us going out." Teeth ground as he sprinted to keep up with Varric before slowing again. "Not like we weren't working up a sweat before."

Ears stood up and the large wolf grinned even wider over at his teammate turned breeding bitch. "Well, if you'd rather do that..." He trailed off with a growl that spread into a wide, toothy grin.

Heavy jaws snapped with a deep snarl, "Fuck off." Varric let out a low chuckle and kept his pace up. They'd lazed around the house earlier while waiting for his knot to go down. Didn't help get it down when Rolf kept squirming and reaching down to rub it. It did go down eventually, then it was just a quick clean up and out for some exercise. And rather than hit up the gym or even go out to the school and use their field, he'd decided why not hit up some trails? There was a park near enough where he lived and it was nice to get out into the wilderness a bit.

Taking a deep breath, Varric savored the scent of the cool, crisp forest air. "Fucking hills," puffed the bear as he trundled up a bit of an incline. "Why couldn't we have hit up the nice, flat track?"

"Variety," Varric grunted as he powered up alongside the ursine, "is the spice of life." Taking a breath, he slowed to a walk at the crest and paused. Planting knuckles into his back and stretching slowly as he scanned the horizon a bit. "Not too many people out."

Rolf slumped against a tree, "Don't know why we're fucking out here either." He coughed a few times before shaking his head with a grunt.

"Quit complaining, a stroll through the woods is good for you." Spotting the trail he was looking for, the wolf grinned, "Come on, just a bit more and we need to cool down." He could already feel his muscles starting to tense again.

"Yeah yeah or else we'd cramp up." Rolf frowned but pushed off the tree to lumber after the wolf.

Varric glanced over his shoulder with a grin, "I know a nice little side path. Great place to stroll over to as we cool down." Putting hands in his pockets, he kept his eye on the spot he'd seen at the hilltop. "Almost nobody seems to know about it either." It was a matter of seconds before they were at the little break in the woods. A glance up and down the trail confirming that no one else was around. Dropping his shoulder, he stepped off the path proper and onto a game trail.

It meandered briefly, weaving around some thicker undergrowth and between some bigger trees. Then there, just a few dozen feet away from the path proper, was a small clearing with a creek bubbling past. Varric grinned back at Rolf, "And since no one else is out here," he nodded towards a rock he loved to sit on when he came out here. "Drop your pants and plant your ass."

Rolf spun on him and started to snarl, "You can't be..." the growl trailed off into a sigh, "Of course you're serious." Shoulders rolled and muscles tensed for a moment before the polar bear, resigned to his fate, padded over to the rock. "Better not make a fucking mess." Belt chimed as hips wiggled, the bear kicking off shoes and stepping out of his pants. He gave one last huff of defiance before turning to sit on the rock, giving his teammate the evil eye the whole time. "Happy?"

Varric ran his tongue over his lips with a low growl, "I'm getting there." He fished into a pocket and tossed a packet onto the stone beside Rolf, "And don't worry about the mess, I brought some wet naps to clean up with." Grinning, he grabbed his teammate by the ankles and stepped in, resting the legs on his chest. Rolf grunted as he was forced to lean back, still glaring up at the wolf. "Just lay back and let Daddy handle this, hmm?"

Ears stood up as he watched the other male unzip his pants and fish out that monster again. "If you think I'm gonna start calling you Daddy, you're barking up the wrong tree."

"Protest all you want, Rolfy." Tongue ran over his lips slowly as Varric rubbed the tip of his hardening length against the dark lips. "Besides, you're already wet as it is." Pressing forward, he ground the underside of his cock against those slick petals.

Now those ears folded flat as Rolf did his best to growl. "It's just cause of earlier. Just still leaking." His growl wavered as the cock smacked off his pussy lips, sending shock waves through him.

Rather than keep mocking, the wolf pressed his tip between those lips and pushed in. Slick pussy walls squelching around his entry. Rolf's ears fell back as the bear arched towards him. Biting his lip to keep from huffing with pleasure as he was spread open again. Teeth ground as the cock quickly began to stretch him wider again. Going from good to borderline painful in a matter of seconds.

Laid back as he was, legs against Varric's chest and back against the rock, Rolf only had a couple options. So he kept himself propped up on his elbows so he wasn't going full bitch mode. That presented a new problem though, since it meant he had to either stare at Varric's face or watch the penetration. Curiosity got the better of him and he found his gaze dropping down south. He couldn't help but widen his eyes as he watched that raging red length pressing deeper with each thrust. This position meaning that he couldn't help but see how that stretched his gut. It took a surprising amount of self-control not to reach down and feel the swell as it pressed deeper only to retreat.

"Like how that looks?" Varric's growl washed over him. "Here, let me give you a real good show." Curling hands around the bear's thick thighs, he began to slam his body into the bulky male.

It was impossible to keep from gasping. Both from the rougher treatment, and how it was literally driving the breath from his lungs. Rolf gritted his teeth and held on, eyes narrowing as his growl turned into rattling grunts. Walls shuddering around the invader as it plowed his depths. Sliding deeper by the moment until it kissed his cervix. Just that little brush. A quick hello, happy to see you again, before it was ripped back and pounded right through.

Every ounce of air was driven from his lungs at that. Rolf could only hang on, claws scraping against mossy rock as the wolf leaned over him. Pressing his legs tighter to his chest. "There, isn't this much better?" Varric groaned throatily. "Fuck that feels good."

Planting his hands on the rock, Varric settled into a pace of just ravaging the bear. Simply using that tight, slick walls to get off right now. He huffed and growled over Rolf, rising up on his toes. The sound of groans and gasps and the heavy slapping of balls on rear began to fill the clearing. Steadily drowning out the gentle babbling of the creek. Throwing himself against the bear, the wolf savored the feel of those tight walls grabbing at him paired with the louder and louder calls from his partner.

Leaning in, he let his tongue sweep against Rolf's lolling tongue in a near kiss, "Careful, someone might hear you."

Jaws snapped shut with a moaned, "Fuck off."

Varric chuckled and brought his hand down on that ass with a slap. "Come on, let me hear it." Digging nice and deep, he threw his full weight into each pound. Savoring the squelch and pull of the tunnel around his girth. And the way Rolf's cervix grabbed at his cock as he pounded right at the bear's womb? Mm, that was just icing on the cake wasn't it?

Could only go on so long though. It wasn't long before his knot was starting to pull at the lips. Adding a delicious pop each time he pulled back, only to make those hips jerk against him as he pressed it back in. "Better not tie..." Rolf growled at him, claws scraping the rock. "Don't plan on being out here another thirty fucking minutes." His groan was cut off by a sharp gasp, both males hearing the familiar buzzing and deep bass track of Rolf's phone. "Fuck!"

"Fuck," Varric agreed. Pussy slurping around his swollen cock as he pulled out to dig through the discarded pants to get the phone. Growling, he yanked it out of a pocket right as the ringtone ended. "Double fuck, here." He handed the phone to Rolf.

"Fuckfuckfuck," chanted the bear, more focused on unlocking his phone than how Varric was moving his legs again. Couple swipes and the familiar ringing called out from the speakers. Varric smirked and pushed his cock back in as the call went out. Rolf's eyes widened before narrowing sharply, the bear about ready to kick the wolf away with a curse when the phone picked up. "Hey, Coach." Teeth gritted as Varric pushed back in, drawing a huff from the bear. "Was out jogging with Varric and we didn't hear the phone." Locking eyes with the wolf, he mouthed, "Going to fucking kill you."

"Jogging?" came the grunt from the phone, "I'm at the field right now and don't see either one of you here." They could hear him as he hummed and hawed, "Nope. Don't see either of you."

"Hey coach," Varric panted as he leaned in, keeping his thrusts shallow now. "We are out for a jog. Decided to go out to Munfield and hit the trails there." He huffed as he jerked his hips, eyes rolling as that pussy squelched and popped off his knot. Keeping his thrusts shorter, he rolled and ground the growing glans against the sopping slit. "Just on our cool down now."

They could almost hear the wheels turning in the bear's head over the speaker. "Munfield, hmm? Been a while since I've been up there..." Varric kept his thrusts short and sharp, using his body to muffle the sounds of his knot slapping Rolf's pussy. "Pretty hilly out there isn't it? Sounds like you boys are pretty out of breath over there."

"Oh yeah," Rolf grunted, showing off his teeth to Varric, "Bastard kept sprinting up the hills." Teeth ground as the wolf leaned over him and began to pepper with shallow thrusts.

A laugh rang from the speaker, "Sounds like you two are busting your ass." About to bust something, that's for sure. Varric presses his knot to the lips and rolled his hips slowly. Putting more and more force behind each press as his gut tightened. "Get a good cool down and stretch after."

"Don't worry, Coach, we're getting plenty of stretches in." Varric was grinning ear to ear. He pulled on Rolf's hips, both their eyes falling to the join as those dark lips strained against the unyielding knot.

Their coach snorted, "Alright, leave you two to it. And Rolf?"

"Yeah, Pops?"

"Putting some cash on your card, why don't you two grab a pizza or something? Get some good calories in you after all that workout. Sounds like you two are really struggling." Could say that twice.

Rolf grunted, legs shaking as the knot eased in, one side popping past his abused lips, "Okay, Pops. See you at home." Varric rocked his hips back, glans popping free before getting pushed back in sharply the instant that Rolf ended the call. The hard pop brought a bellow from the bear, hips jerking and thighs shaking. "Fucking hell!" came the call as his walls clenched and pulled around the length. A shuddering moan breaking free as his climax crashed over him.

Varric was right there behind him. Pressing that much tighter as he came hard. Hefty cock pulsing within those burning walls. Rolf's gut shuddering around the very visible cock buried deep inside. Length jumping as it painted his walls with that thick seed again. Starting to swell the bear's lower belly before they'd even come down from their afterglow.

"And now..." Varric panted, "We cool down after some stretches, right?"

"Fuck you, man."

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It'd been a few weeks since the blackmailing incident. True to his word, Varric had deleted all the pictures and videos. Well, he'd told Rolf that he did it. He'd kept a few for his personal collection, letting them join some others on his computer. Rolf hadn't been entirely distant. He had avoided Varric at all costs for a few days, but then after that they did hook up a couple times. Pretty sure that Rolf was glad to have someone in on his secret. Although with the blackmail material supposedly gone, he was a bit more outspoken in regards to the wolf knotting him. Which Varric was fine with, so long as he got his jollies.

Don't get him wrong. They were far from best buddies. Hell, they barely even talked outside of the locker room and their flings.

Although those were some sweet noises that the bear made when he was bent over and plowed. Much as he liked the yowls and howls of some of the girls he'd fucked, there was something nice about someone who didn't screech when he tried to get himself balls deep in.

Speaking of which, the wolf turned his head a bit to watch as some of his teammates approached. "Hey man," Bradly grinned at him, "Gonna go grab a burger, wanna join?"

Varric grinned, "Maybe. You guys heading to Freddy's?" When the rat nodded, he waved, "I'll call you guys if I head out that way. Gotta see what the folks wanna do tonight." In reality, he was waiting on Rolf. The bear had grunted something about needing him tonight. A grin tugging at the corners of his maw as his sheath twitched. Big surprise the bear was starting to crave him. Who didn't want a piece of the big wolf on campus? Give them a taste of what it was like and let them come back for more later.

He watched as the other members of the team left the locker room. It was just practice, so the mood was fairly lax. Coach had already left as well, probably just chilling in his office or car until they were gone so he could lock up. Varric kept an ear turned to the room as he took his time changing back into street clothes.

Rolf's heavy steps approached before too long. The bear glancing at him then moving past, checking the other rows of lockers before coming back. "You fucker," came the low growl.

"What'd I do this time?" Varric asked with rolled eyes.

Lips peeled back to show off all of the bear's teeth, "You knocked me up you son of a bitch!"