(m) Drunken Revelry
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Hadley was most like Light, Sebastian supposed, using the small part of his brain that still handled rational thought. He was strong, hard, fast, rough, dominant. The hybrid let out low, rumbling growls as he thrust and withdrew, running his large hands through the artist's sweaty fur. Sebastian let out low grunts and moans to start, quickly turning into throaty pants as Hadley showed no sign of letting up. If anything, he only increased in speed.

Sebastian pressed himself back into Hadley's rough hips, letting out a low gasp. If Hadley was this good when he was drunk, how would he be when he was sober? Of course, Hadley hadn't actually done a whole lot other than sit there and be so damn sexy. Now that he was getting into his stride, Sebastian was having a hard time not screaming with pleasure and waking up Amy.

His back arched as Hadley hit against a very specific spot inside him. He let out a loud, rough moan, his claws digging into the fur beneath him as his spine curved backwards. Hadley didn't stop, continuing his inexperienced but passionate thrusts.

"Ah-AH!" Sebastian's groan almost became a yelp. "Hadley, there! Fuck me there!" What little dignity Sebastian possessed was gone as he was reduced to begging for it. He forced himself backwards, trying to keep that incredible pleasure.


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