The Wolfish Man
Erotic short. A train passenger is set upon by a hungry stranger.
Rated E, 1.4k, cis M/M. Rough anal sex, semi public space, strangers.
As the train chugged away from the station, the door to the compartment opened, and Henrik looked up at him, the stranger. He was tall, with fierce angles to his features, to his cheeks and the cut of his eyes and savage mouth, and he was dressed in what looked to be a very expensive suit made of cream-coloured fabric, his shirt and shoes a shiny black.
“May I?” he asked, gesturing across from Henrik, and Henrik nods his head.
The stranger moves forward with one loping stride, easing himself down into the other bench. His legs are so long that his knees very nearly touch against Henrik’s, until he crosses them and angles them to one side.
“Are you going all the way to Oslo?” he asked in warm, easy tones.
“Yes,” Henrik said, setting his book on his knee, his finger momentarily holding his page. “You as well, sir?”
“All the way to Oslo, and then some,” the stranger says. He’s looking at Henrik, looking at him with hungry, nearly yellow eyes, his gaze roving over Henrik as though to make a meal of him — over his face, the waves of his hair that he took out of their ribbon, his throat, down…
