Sebastian smirked down at the rugged Romani as Drakien moved his head, turning his neck so that he could face the Italian. His black-furred hand gently wandered over the muscular torso, running across powerful muscles and soft fur. The artisan watched carefully as his movements became more daring, pleased with the savage smile that edged across his face. A growl, even deeper than Drakien's guttural voice, rumbled as his ears pressed backwards. The wildness within him made Drakien extremely attractive to the artist.
Sebastian pressed his own ears back, playfully seductive, muzzle moving downwards in apparent consternation as Drakien spoke. Jeez, that voice... Low, rumbling, rough. Just how he liked it. Naturally, Sebastian had no intention of taming Drakien. He wanted to see the ferocity unleashed.
The Italian didn't speak as Drakien leaned forward and nuzzled his bared throat, only letting out a soft breath. It was a different story as the rough Russian started to tease him roughly, softly biting his neck and shoulder but immediately soothing the stings with small licks. His own hands pressed more firmly along Drakien's body,, his excitement growing at the feeling of a powerful, masculine body against his own. Though Drakien was at a distinct advantage in their current position with his teeth constantly teasing the Italian's neck, Sebastian was able to occasionally catch some of the Russian's flesh or ear between his teeth or run his tongue across Drakien's multicoloured fur.
I have no intention of taming you, Drakien, he purred lustily. I want to see how rough you can be. Sebastian smirked, lips drawing up in a sharp smile as he drew the Russian into a hungry kiss.
*insert sexytiemz here*
Five hours Some time later- Sebastian honestly couldn't tell how long- he was lying on his side with his head on Drakien's chest, both men sprawled across the bean bag and cushion. One arm was thrown across the Russian's chest, his hand on the opposite shoulder. His other hand rested by Drakien's hip. Both legs were curled up slightly, one more so than the other so that his knee rested on the Romani's waist. He had managed to control his breathing, but light pants could still be heard. His ass was sore, his muscles burned, he was sweating and tired. And he felt great.
Sebastian shuffled a little closer into Drakien, pleased with their cuddling. His tongue slipped out to taste a drop of sweat on the Russian's neck playfully, nuzzling his face into the thick fur. Drakien might not appreciate the cuddling- he had, after all, been more than a little rough- but Sebastian couldn't feel more content.
"Well," he murmured, claws gently scratching Drakien's soft skin. "You've certainly renewed my fascination with the rougher cultures." Sebastian yawned, ready to sleep if the Russian was.
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