My grip tightened, and I pushed his boxers down with my other free hand. My hands were seemingly moving of their own accord as he nuzzled me, and I felt his cock start to change as he thrashed and growled at my touch.
My hand moved faster, and I could feel myself flush with heat and grow hard as his mannerisms grew more bestial. Growing claws scratched lightly at my back and at the couch, and his growls grew stronger and louder.
His flesh rippled and pulsed as he continued to change, staring at me with yellow eyes and licked at my neck, driving my heart to beat faster. "Change..change!" I growled in his ear. My hand moved quicker, slick with the precum from his now-sheathed cock. "Wolf out, Arnold! Shift..shift!"
I kept repeating the mantra, eager to make him cum, not caring if it was gay or not, just turned on by what was happening to him and the knowledge that I was causing it.
He erupted into my hand with a howl, fully the werewolf from last night once more.
And then...