11-30-2009, 08:57 PM
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Ooc: Did you want a morning after thread or just keep it here? Also sorry for the powerplay D:
It was easy to say that Strelein lost it the moment he felt Leroy inside of him again, loving the feel of it despite the initial discomfort. But the dog's speed and urgency overtook whatever pain had been there once. It was the beast at its core, the very raw energy of nature that drove the redhead to cry out his passion like some driven fool. His only response to the questions asked of him were whimpers that escalated into cries. Gasping cries and short, quick breaths were all that the younger male could let escape him. His knowledge of any forms of language escaped him, just like the rest of his thoughts. His mind was blind against the bright yellow that was permeating through his shut eyelids. His body tried to close every short distance between the two bodies, wanting the contact to last and for the feelings to keep going forever. "Oh fuck yes! Yes!" he choked out at last, voice rising slowly.
It came to the point where Strel simply let out a long, drawn-out cry as he felt the pressure in his belly erupt forth, a satisfied cry as he relaxed his sweating body. He was breathing hard, arms laying limply. Strel struggled to pull himself fully onto the couch. He wanted to drag the other male on top of him, like he had imagined, clasping each other with real emotion. But that was a bit too much for him to hope for, knowing that drunk, or sober, he was just an easy fuck for the husky. He simply let himself grin slyly, like a fox that got a hard-won snack. Licking his lips slightly, tasting the salt of sweat on his tongue, Strelein crawled onto the bigger male. He held on to him as though his life depended on it.
"I think you're going to owe me one for this," he snickered, fingering the white fur on Leroy's belly. He stared at the color as he spoke, unwilling to look up at those fierce red eyes.
Ooc: Did you want a morning after thread or just keep it here? Also sorry for the powerplay D:
It was easy to say that Strelein lost it the moment he felt Leroy inside of him again, loving the feel of it despite the initial discomfort. But the dog's speed and urgency overtook whatever pain had been there once. It was the beast at its core, the very raw energy of nature that drove the redhead to cry out his passion like some driven fool. His only response to the questions asked of him were whimpers that escalated into cries. Gasping cries and short, quick breaths were all that the younger male could let escape him. His knowledge of any forms of language escaped him, just like the rest of his thoughts. His mind was blind against the bright yellow that was permeating through his shut eyelids. His body tried to close every short distance between the two bodies, wanting the contact to last and for the feelings to keep going forever. "Oh fuck yes! Yes!" he choked out at last, voice rising slowly.
It came to the point where Strel simply let out a long, drawn-out cry as he felt the pressure in his belly erupt forth, a satisfied cry as he relaxed his sweating body. He was breathing hard, arms laying limply. Strel struggled to pull himself fully onto the couch. He wanted to drag the other male on top of him, like he had imagined, clasping each other with real emotion. But that was a bit too much for him to hope for, knowing that drunk, or sober, he was just an easy fuck for the husky. He simply let himself grin slyly, like a fox that got a hard-won snack. Licking his lips slightly, tasting the salt of sweat on his tongue, Strelein crawled onto the bigger male. He held on to him as though his life depended on it.
"I think you're going to owe me one for this," he snickered, fingering the white fur on Leroy's belly. He stared at the color as he spoke, unwilling to look up at those fierce red eyes.