The Pack's Dragon
He needed to make Harry his.
As Harry, greased with the lube, sank back into the water and onto Jules’ cock, Jules mouth, on instinct, found the meat of Harry’s shoulder and he sucked on it, indulging on letting his teeth grip before forcing them to release as Harry ground back into his lap.
“Fuck,” he sobbed out against Harry’s skin. “We need to do this properly. With flowers, and… Under the full moon.”
“There are flowers, and wine, and candles…” Harry gripped the edges of the bath as traction, the water sloshing up and spilling over the edge with each thrust. “It is not the full moon… But take me, my mate. I want to take you…”