Wait! How Did The Stray Dog I Picked Up Turn Into A Man?!

As Micheal’s whisper faded away, Noah’s gaze drifted down to Micheal’s face. His hands, still grasping Micheal’s arm, pulled him closer, their bodies swaying together.

Micheal’s eyes, cloudy with desire and alcohol, locked onto Noah’s, his lips parting slightly. He felt Noah’s warm breath dance across his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

It was like every other night, but it seemed like his senses and sensitivity were heightened a great deal thanks to the alcohol in his system.

He probably wouldn’t remember what he did the next day but he didn’t care. He just wanted to get high in the moment.

Without a word, Noah leaned in, his lips brushing against Micheal’s. The kiss was soft, and gentle, as if Noah was trying to get a reaction out of Micheal.

Micheal frowned. This soft and slow kiss was not what he signed up for. So, he freed his hand from Noah’s grip, surprisingly, and pulled him deeper into the kiss. Their lips moved in a rough motion with Micheal taking the lead this time around, the connection between them sparking like a live wire.

As they kissed, Noah’s hands began to roam, tracing the lines of Micheal’s body, reacquainting himself with the curves and contours of this man in his hand. How delicate and fragile he seemed. How expendable his will was... He wanted to have him.

In that subconscious state, Noah wanted to own Micheal since apparently, he had already marked him.

All that was left was to make him his.

As for when he marked him, even Noah was not aware of that fact. But the mark was there; it was right on Micheal’s neck, so it drew Noah even in his sleep. His wolf wanted Micheal, it craved him.

And as he held Micheal with those firm arms of his, he knew just how much Micheal wanted this as well. He could feel it.

(In this state, let’s imagine it like this: Noah isn’t just sleepwalking; it’s his inner wolf that senses the presence of his mate and keeps waking up each time he goes unconscious or falls asleep. And his inner wolf also has a consciousness, that’s why it tends to stop if Micheal feels he’s doing too much and asks him to leave. It doesn’t want to bring discomfort to his mate.)

The air was heavy with tension; the only sound was the soft rustle of clothing and the quiet hum of desire. In this moment, nothing else existed except the two of them, lost in the depths of their own private world.

Noah gently laid Micheal down on the bed, supporting his head and Micheal panted, short of breath since the kiss had been quite the wild sensation.

Looking at how much Noah cared and desired for him, Micheal didn’t even know what he was doing anymore. He didn’t know what his feelings were but...

He grabbed Noah’s shirt, his eyes tearing up as he pleaded from the bottom of his heart.

"Please, don’t leave me." It was a desperate plea from his heart. "Don’t... Abandon me."

It was as if Micheal was trapped in his mind, a circle of betrayal and pain replaying over and over and tormenting him. It broke his heart and Noah, watching him, decided to kiss that pain away,

He pressed his lips on Micheal’s eyes, licking away his salty tears, and that surprised Micheal till he no longer shed tears. Noah traced his lips down to Micheal’s neck and Micheal flinched.

There... There was that burning sensation overpowering him and making his entire body go weak.

He gritted his teeth, trying not to let his moans out but that proved impossible at some point.

He gripped Noah’s firm shoulder with his good hand, digging his fingers deep as the moans escaped his lips.

Then, Noah began to kiss down his body, leaving his burning neck to him. His lips traced down to Micheal’s chest, pushing his shirt up and then he beheld his nipples.

"What... What are you staring at?" Micheal asked, his face flushing hard in shame and drunkenness.

Noah did not waste any more time and kissed Micheal’s chest, causing Micheal to flinch. Then, he kissed his right nipple which brought Micheal to a certain height of pleasure that he felt the place that needed attention more was down there.

"C-can... Can you not?" He requested, his eyes tearing up and saliva leaking from the corner of his lips.

He was so drowned in ecstasy that he didn’t even bother to control his expression.

Noah brought his lips back to Micheal’s lips, kissing him and taking his breath away while moving his hand down to his lower half to help ease him a bit but then Micheal began to feel rather uncomfortable in his stomach.

’Wait, I think... I think I’m...’ Yeah, he knew this feeling. "Stop, stop. I’m going to throw up." He said and Noah paused right away. "I think I’m going to..." He covered his mouth, and Noah carried him up, bridal style, and took him to the bathroom right away.

He dropped Micheal, who hurriedly went to the toilet and emptied his entire stomach in the toilet.

This is what happens when one drinks into a stupor on an empty stomach. He could only throw up liquid since he hadn’t eaten anything all day but even then, he felt horrible. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

He looked at Noah who was simply staring at him with a blank expression on his face. The lights of the bathroom were on so he could see his face clearly.

’Seems like he’s still unconscious. Noah doesn’t have that look on his face when he’s conscious.’ he thought and barely got up when his eyelids shut by themselves, and before he knew it, he had lost consciousness.

The next morning, Micheal had woken up with little memories of what he had done the previous day and to a high fever.

He slumped back on the bed, jamming his fingers through his hair as he wheezed in his horrible state and exclaimed,

"Fuck! Why do I have a fever?"