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

It wouldn’t be the first time they were trying to do something ’fun’ in the bathroom, but for a practice like this, Michael felt it was rather dangerous.

His legs felt weak, and his body wouldn’t stop twitching, with excited moans escaping his lips every now and then. Just how...? How was Noah so good at it?

"Do... Do you sweat that you’ve never...ahhh... Sucked another man’s dick before?" Michael asked, his dog shuddering in pleasure and his eyes rolling back continuously.

"I don’t know." Noah said, taking it out of his mouth and using his hand to stroke him. He smirked, loving the reaction he was getting from Michael. "But I feel confident to say this is my first time."

He said it was his first time, yet he was already bringing Michael to his knees in ecstasy.

"S-stop!" Michael said, but Noah gave deaf ears and just kept going. "No, ngh, I..."

He wanted to warn Noah but before he could, he had already cum, and his seemed spewed all over Noah’s face.

He shuddered in embarrassment and the aftermath of his ejaculation. His face turned bright red.

"I... I told you to stop." He said. "You wouldn’t listen."

"Yes," Noah said, getting up to his feet. "I believe I’m at fault here." He stepped closer towards Michael and then reached for the shower head behind him, turning it on and raining down hot water on them.

But before the water washed away the semen from Noah’s face, Michael was sure he saw something. Something he couldn’t believe, even though he had seen it.

"You..." He called out in disbelief. "Did you just lick...?"

"And what if I did?" Noah asked, smirking. "It’s yours, so why can’t I lick it? I see you secretly trying to lick mine as well."

"B-but that’s when..." Michael was at a loss for words. Yes, he did the same a couple of times, trying to get a taste of his semen, but it wasn’t like it was particularly sweet or anything.

He did it mostly to get on his nerves and see him react.

"I was curious." Noah said. "I wondered why you went so far, even when I resisted and tried to eat my semen. If it was the taste or something, but I think I finally know why."

"Wh-what did you discover?" Michael asked, leaning back till his wet back kissed the wall.

Noah leaned in and whispered in his ear.

"It’s the reaction." He said and laughed. "You just liked to tease me, so I guess it was because you wanted to see me flustered or react in other ways you expected. And it must’ve been fun, right?"

Michael darted his eyes away. He did not like where this was going. Noah was calling him out so openly and accurately, too.

"Just as it was fun when I watched you react just now." He drew closer, wrapping his arms around Michael’s waist. "It makes me want to see more of your reactions."

"Okay, stop. Stop. Now you’re just threatening me." Michael exclaimed, looking so desperately flustered. If Noah were to mess with him every single day, then he wouldn’t be able to stay sane. "Let’s just..." He wrapped his arms around Noah’s neck. "...eat the main meal already. I... I’m starving."

And of course, the meal he was talking about wasn’t the kind of food one eats with their mouth, it was the kind that the body ate from down there.

(I don’t know anymore, man. Just go with it.)

"Alright then." Noah said, "Bon appétit."

The next morning, Noah woke up first. He watched Michael sleep underneath the sheets, his bare back looking soft and gentle to the touch. After the previous night, he still had this angst feeling fighting his chest like a knot, but he decided not to think about it. Rather, he would like to think about his desire to touch Michael more and hear him moan underneath him.

Maybe he was getting more demanding because they had been apart for too long. He would’ve kept Michael up if Michael hadn’t said he needed to go to the bank this morning, so he couldn’t sleep in.

He was ready to wreck his insides with sweet pleasure and render his legs weak so he wouldn’t walk for the entire day, but he wasn’t a brainless idiot who didn’t know how to control himself and look towards the bigger picture.

Besides, they had time.

Michael was so pretty. When did he get so pretty? They had spent their every day together for months, so maybe that was why he didn’t notice.

He took a few strands of Michael’s overgrown back hair and sniffed it. It smelled just like a Michael. Should he keep some samples? No, he would just be a creep.

"Hm," Michael’s eyebrows knitted, and then he turned his face to the other side.

On seeing this, Noah frowned. How would he look at his face then?

He pulled Michael closer, forcing him to keep his face in his direction only. He wanted to watch him sleep a bit more.

But after a few minutes, Michael began to turn again. Agitated, Noah pulled him over again.

Michael slowly opened his eyes and saw Noah’s face. He brushed it with his hands, making sure he wasn’t seeing things. And after he confirmed that Noah was there in the flesh, he smiled happily and muttered,

"My Noah."

His words made Noah’s heart skip a beat, but he went back to sleep after saying that.

Noah covered his mouth, his heart racing. Michael really knows his stuff, huh?

He leaned in and kissed Michael’s lips.

"And you’re mine, Michael." He said and nodded at his confident declaration.

Michael smiled through his sleep, as if he had heard what Noah said.

It made him feel so much bliss.

Noah decided to sleep a bit more before it was time for Michael to get ready and head for the bank, but then Michael’s phone began to vibrate.

He quickly picked it so it wouldn’t wake Michael unnecessarily and saw it was a call from Pedro.

He slowly and carefully got down from the bed to go answer the call in the bathroom.