11-27-2009, 09:06 PM
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Ooc: omg I just noticed you've been calling Strel Sterel D: It's actually Strelein, not Sterelin ^^; soz. Also, Leroy, inebriated = awesomely funny
His command was followed, and Strel could not force down a gasping cry. A grin was slathered on his face as he thought of Leroy. This guy had always seemed so uptight, and now, he had seemingly lost whatever contained him before. It would have been hard to imagine this guy as anything but serious business, but now the thought seemed almost laughable. The next time anyone would mention the husky to the wolf, he would only snicker about it, knowing quite well that there was a very hidden, restricted side to the dog. Hell, Strelein was going to abuse this entire situation to its fullest after Leroy woke up from his drunken haze and realized exactly what it was he had done. Not that he thought of it as only leverage, oh no. Maybe he could use it as blackmail later if he oh so happened to want more.
Leroy pulled him up off his arms, which he had switched to once his elbows were giving out. Strel rested his head, arching his back slightly. He gave a delicious moan, licking his chops a bit. Then, crying out in protest, Strel felt Leroy pull out. The redhead was rather disappointed at that moment. But he was turned around and the husky was at his neck like some bloodsucking parasite. A snicker found purchase on his own lips as the husky moved against him, allowing the contact to continue. So he was not done, that was good. Strelein was almost disappointed, but thankfully the dog was going to keep on going; definitely good news. It was too good to stop just yet.
"Nothin' to hate, honey," he cooed, the pet name rather ironic, twining his digits in the other's black and white pelt, letting strands pass between his fingers. Suddenly, his hands were full when Leroy placed his length in them. A slight sound of surprise passed his lips at both the feel of it and the nibbles at his neck, a rather dangerous place for those jaws to be playing. Licking his lips a bit, Strel stroked the member, running his hands up and down it. He was not sure how to do this part much either, but he assumed he just ought to do what he did to himself.
Fingers raced up and down it as a solitary hand worked it. The redhead's free hand slipped down to his own, to give himself some pleasure and not be left hanging while Leroy got all the fun. "Leroy...what do you want from me?" he questioned, his voice husky from all the moaning and built up passion. His hand sped up after his words, playing with the tip of the member and wishing it were still inside of him.
Everywhere was warm, everywhere felt hot. It felt as though everything were on fire. There was so much missing from this moment. It was nothing like what he had always envisioned. There would be real feeling in it then and what this was, was nothing but emptiness. Strel could not help but feel resentful even though he did enjoy it. He almost resented Leroy taking something he had wanted to give freely. Nothing could be done about it now so the redhead could only continue, though he knew the moment would always have the same mixed feelings it had from the start.
Ooc: omg I just noticed you've been calling Strel Sterel D: It's actually Strelein, not Sterelin ^^; soz. Also, Leroy, inebriated = awesomely funny
His command was followed, and Strel could not force down a gasping cry. A grin was slathered on his face as he thought of Leroy. This guy had always seemed so uptight, and now, he had seemingly lost whatever contained him before. It would have been hard to imagine this guy as anything but serious business, but now the thought seemed almost laughable. The next time anyone would mention the husky to the wolf, he would only snicker about it, knowing quite well that there was a very hidden, restricted side to the dog. Hell, Strelein was going to abuse this entire situation to its fullest after Leroy woke up from his drunken haze and realized exactly what it was he had done. Not that he thought of it as only leverage, oh no. Maybe he could use it as blackmail later if he oh so happened to want more.
Leroy pulled him up off his arms, which he had switched to once his elbows were giving out. Strel rested his head, arching his back slightly. He gave a delicious moan, licking his chops a bit. Then, crying out in protest, Strel felt Leroy pull out. The redhead was rather disappointed at that moment. But he was turned around and the husky was at his neck like some bloodsucking parasite. A snicker found purchase on his own lips as the husky moved against him, allowing the contact to continue. So he was not done, that was good. Strelein was almost disappointed, but thankfully the dog was going to keep on going; definitely good news. It was too good to stop just yet.
"Nothin' to hate, honey," he cooed, the pet name rather ironic, twining his digits in the other's black and white pelt, letting strands pass between his fingers. Suddenly, his hands were full when Leroy placed his length in them. A slight sound of surprise passed his lips at both the feel of it and the nibbles at his neck, a rather dangerous place for those jaws to be playing. Licking his lips a bit, Strel stroked the member, running his hands up and down it. He was not sure how to do this part much either, but he assumed he just ought to do what he did to himself.
Fingers raced up and down it as a solitary hand worked it. The redhead's free hand slipped down to his own, to give himself some pleasure and not be left hanging while Leroy got all the fun. "Leroy...what do you want from me?" he questioned, his voice husky from all the moaning and built up passion. His hand sped up after his words, playing with the tip of the member and wishing it were still inside of him.
Everywhere was warm, everywhere felt hot. It felt as though everything were on fire. There was so much missing from this moment. It was nothing like what he had always envisioned. There would be real feeling in it then and what this was, was nothing but emptiness. Strel could not help but feel resentful even though he did enjoy it. He almost resented Leroy taking something he had wanted to give freely. Nothing could be done about it now so the redhead could only continue, though he knew the moment would always have the same mixed feelings it had from the start.