11-28-2009, 08:03 PM
[html]
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/ ... star-2.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
300+
Ooc: it's all good :0
Breathing hard, the redhead kept his fingers moving. He squeezed the length rather hard when Leroy's palm smacked him, the noise reverberating and echoing in the room. The crackling of the logs, burning golden yellow, was wonderful background music to the moment. Strel's face, already warm from the exercise, grew even warmer as Leroy uttered those words. He knew that the dog would not remember them, nor did they actually have any real emotionally meaning behind them. They were empty words, but the younger male would take them now and let that motivate him. He could pretend there was a meaning to help himself enjoy this more, but he was not misled in the least. He knew quite well.
"Then do it...fuck me," he gave his permission, breath haltering with small gasping moans. The closeness was overwhelming, nearly alarming the redhead from the proximity. Strelein clung to Leroy as he listened further, eyes shut against the pelt of the dog's neck. He breathed him in, still detecting the alcohol in the air. Just another reminder this was mindless, emotionless sex. It felt good, all the touches, that Strel could not deny at all. He whimpered at the restraint Leroy seemed to be showing, wanting him to go further once more.
Suddenly the redhead pushed away, shoving the dog mix back enough. He laid back against the armrest and spread apart his legs before the older male. A few digits lingered near the prize while his eyes were full of attempted seduction and suggestion. "Here, fuck me Leroy," he begged, prodding his fingers a bit, wanting to feel that new, glorious sensation once more. Strel tried to spread his legs further, feeling the pressure in his hips more now. A lusty cry left his lips, calling out, "Hard." It was a wonder how he acted during sex, so different from himself, so very very different.
Ooc: it's all good :0
Breathing hard, the redhead kept his fingers moving. He squeezed the length rather hard when Leroy's palm smacked him, the noise reverberating and echoing in the room. The crackling of the logs, burning golden yellow, was wonderful background music to the moment. Strel's face, already warm from the exercise, grew even warmer as Leroy uttered those words. He knew that the dog would not remember them, nor did they actually have any real emotionally meaning behind them. They were empty words, but the younger male would take them now and let that motivate him. He could pretend there was a meaning to help himself enjoy this more, but he was not misled in the least. He knew quite well.
"Then do it...fuck me," he gave his permission, breath haltering with small gasping moans. The closeness was overwhelming, nearly alarming the redhead from the proximity. Strelein clung to Leroy as he listened further, eyes shut against the pelt of the dog's neck. He breathed him in, still detecting the alcohol in the air. Just another reminder this was mindless, emotionless sex. It felt good, all the touches, that Strel could not deny at all. He whimpered at the restraint Leroy seemed to be showing, wanting him to go further once more.
Suddenly the redhead pushed away, shoving the dog mix back enough. He laid back against the armrest and spread apart his legs before the older male. A few digits lingered near the prize while his eyes were full of attempted seduction and suggestion. "Here, fuck me Leroy," he begged, prodding his fingers a bit, wanting to feel that new, glorious sensation once more. Strel tried to spread his legs further, feeling the pressure in his hips more now. A lusty cry left his lips, calling out, "Hard." It was a wonder how he acted during sex, so different from himself, so very very different.