Strel's moan made the warrior shiver in sympathy; Noss loved Strel's voice. It was a simple, unavoidable fact. And his personality, and his eyes, and...well, he could go on, but right then, he was loving the sweet friction between them. He had noted so the first time that had had sex, but Strel smelled strongly of pine woods and spice to the warrior; a heady scent that was intensified by their sex and made breathing twice as hard for Noss, even as he gulped in more air just to taste it on his tongue. Noss's own rumbling groan resounded through his chest as he felt Strel's hand replace his own, even as the redhead's hips converged closer to his own. The fact that Strel was reciprocating so avidly brought the heat to rest in not only in Noss's pelvis now, but also heavily in his face (although one couldn't tell through all the grey fur). Licking his lips, Noss let Strel work them both together, thick precum already leaking from Noss's tip. The way he was, he was sure he could come multiple times easily, so long as Strel was there emitting that scent and his occasional moans that Noss savored, knowing that they only came when his lover was aroused most. It was beginning to become too much as their lengths were soon slick with combined precum, and it would soon be Noss's first shot. With a gaze clouded with desire he detached himself from Strel's grip and turned himself, creating a 69. If he could, Noss would go through a rigorous routine of intercourse every time he had the chance--from start t finish with multiple positions. This was unrealistic for many reasons that he cared not to list at the moment, as his mouth was soon full of a throbbing heat that made him salivate as if he were eating the sweetest elk. He worked Strel hard, intent on claiming the man hard and permanantly, now that he was there to stay. A primal part of him wanted to mark Strel as his own so strongly with his scent that no other would even think of touching him. But Strel was also his own man, and Noss trusted his loyalty and devotion. Despite how Strel seemed to deny an emotional connection, he had wanted Noss to return; had expressed a concern for him and not just his body as well. No, it was more the other wolves that Noss didn't trust, and he would gladly rip a new one in anyone that tried to hurt his mate. Wait...did I really just call him that? Even in the midst of their intercourse as Noss sucked Strel with hollowed cheeks, the thought came unbidden and sent a strong tingle straight to his prick, which surprised Noss enough to lose control for the slightest second, causing him them to go through with his first shot. "Strel," he managed to ground out as he felt the spasms, attempting to lift his hips away if Strel didn't want to take his come into his mouth (he had since learned so from their first time to ask before doing so...), even as he dove right back onto Strel's prick--swallowing him from tip to base--to keep himself at least partially silent. His brows furrowed as he let out a rumble from deep in chest, resonating in his throat, the come shooting in a few spurts and leaving him now full of more desire, if that was possible at that point. Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks. |
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