WC:471+ / Sorry bout the hold up. Colds and hangovers are no fun >.<
Butterflies shot through his stomach at the others moan, a thrill and burst of pleasure caused by the knowledge that the other was feeling the same as himself, was enjoying himself and wanted it just as much as he did despite knowing how wrongly timed things were. With each touch, each small movement, he relished in the pleasure given to him by the other while his emotions flew all over the place and ran wild; right and wrong, inappropriate, morally incorrect, such things slowly began to mean less and less until all thought of them left his mind, leaving only himself and Tedros under the moon and the growing passion between them. More the compulsive urge to serry the other to him grew, to wrap his arms around the red male for any distance between them now felt too great.
The slightest tightening of the others grip had the Rakeeb moaning once more, his head tilting back as the other's free hand pulled both gently and eagerly upon his hair, while his hips thrust into the others hand wanting to feel more of the male's touch. As he reached out to touch the other and please him as he was being pleased, the red coyote pushed him back and swapped their positions; resulting in a low growl of complaint before the others touch returned, instantly cutting of any further complaints from him. Reaching out he wrapped his arms around Ted's back, feeling his way up and down along the stretches of muscle and soft fur before settling a hand on either side of the males hips, urging the male closer to him so that he could full fill the others demand. One hand roamed free from Tedros's back, moving across to feel the others ass before impatiently pulling the other into position, removing the red males hand from his member and placing it upon his grey shoulder, temporarily fascinated once more by the clear contrast of red on grey.
Yet the distraction was short lived and the Rakeeb desired to be inside the other greatly; to dominate and be in control of the situation, if only a fraction. Thrusting up he slowly entered the red male, not wanting to hurt the other in anyway with his impatience. As he felt the others tightness surround him he groaned, blues eyes searching for reds to watch the others expression, suddenly worried the red coyote may change his mind and decided he didn't want this; didn't want him. As the thought crossed his mind he grabbed the others hips, pushing into the male a little more, to claim and feel more of him and stop him from escaping and leaving him. “Jirai. Anata wa, kon'ya no tame no watashi no mono” his possessive steak flared up, the words coming out as a throaty whisper.
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