M - a shifting tide

Kesho Maisha · 01-02-2011, 11:54 PM

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Sorry to jump on this, but I'm itching to write with Kesho a bit. Lol. :> WC: 518

Kesho had expected exactly nothing from Hybrid after he explained his shortcomings, his flaw in morality. It was something that was hard to overcome. Yes, he was working towards it, but those old prejudices couldn't help but creep up. He didn't want to feel like he had to explain himself to Hybrid, but felt it anyways. The old man sighed; he could tell that this man held their Aquila in high regard, and Kesho's attention darted away briefly, if only to escape the persistently ominous feeling of being doubted.

It was difficult for him to explain what troubled his mind. Even he did not fully know, but there was more to it than simple prejudice. You've always got me here, Kesho... the voice in his head cooed tortuously. The man winced slightly, then cleared his throat. Hybrid spoke now, and Kesho turned his attentions immediately to the other man.

“Inferni’s lost some of its glory, but we’re still alive,” spoke Hybrid. “Too many fucking wolves in the clan now. And stupid members. We got plenty of those. Fucking Syemv scum in our fucking clan,” the man concluded with a hiss.

Kesho nodded fervently at this. He could not agree more. It's true, the glory days were long gone, but the clan was still something to be proud of.

It was also fact that several of the clan's members were not the sharpest in the bunch, and they could probably do just fine without them. He thought of Izaak, the lovable child that couldn't seem to grasp any concept of reality Kesho had attempted to throw at him. There was also Sepirah, whose eyes judged too quickly. He knew little about her, but was unsure how to feel. She couldn't be trusted yet, that was certain.

"Yeah. At least we're alive..." he agreed, trailing off, slight hesitence and certain reminiscence in his voice. No, now was not a time to get lost in memories again. He looked up at Hybrid, red eyes dark again. "It doesn't feel the same, that's for sure." he sighed. "I chased off a wolf not long ago; he didn't even know how to fight. Back then, that wolf better have come prepared." his eyes narrowed, remembering his brief but invigorating encounter with Shawchert. "They aren't so afraid, anymore. I wonder why..."

But he knew why. If there were wolf hybrids, near-wolves, in a coyote clan like this, then the pureblooded wolf beasts wouldn't know that they were untrustworthy. There was hardly any of that fear left. Should it be revived? Could it be revived? Really, Kesho didn't know. Maybe it was better this way.

"Maybe it's better." he said it, but didn't really mean it. So why even say it? he thought to himself. Because you're a pussy who just wants to agree with everyone to make himself feel better! screamed the response in his head. Oh, how he wished that would go away. It was tormenting. Sometimes, he really believed those thoughts.

Hybrid Holocaust · 01-04-2011, 11:16 PM

No problem! (389)

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Hybrid grumbled in agreement to Kesho’s quiet response, but said nothing else. Certainly, they were alive, but just surviving had not been the goal for years. As luperci, they could master their environments or at least find ways to become greater lords over their kingdoms. Hybrid knew his Secui form allowed him to do so many things and could not think of a day when he had not used it. As these half-beasts, should Inferni not strive for greater goals? Hybrid thought this was a logical thing to wonder, especially given their great history. They were meant for something more than just surviving – they were meant to rule and lord over the lesser canines with tooth and claw.

When Kesho spoke again, Hybrid found himself replying with a rumbling, low growl of agreement. He had chased off so many wolves here in these new lands; it truly sickened him. He hoped Kesho would not think less of them. These new lands refused to obey old rules and Hybrid believed that such traditions should be preserved, just like the glory of Inferni.

Hybrid snapped his attention to Kesho when he wondered if it was somehow better this way. Hybrid felt fire blaze in his chest and he snarled, not trusting himself with words. What was this coyote trying to pull? There was nothing better now. It had only been a bit better during the Dahlian Wars, but they had lost too many of their own. While Hybrid did not really care about other coyotes of Inferni, he recognized that Inferni’s loss of good soldiers hurt the clan as a whole.

“Never say that,” Hybrid spat. He barely managed to choke out his words as he was so consumed with rage. “Never!” he added and stalked closer. “Never think that Inferni could be less than it once was. That would be like… like treason.” He didn’t know if this was the right word, but words have never been his strong point. He thrived on action and movement; like how every so often he would reconsider Kesho’s words and his teeth would show just a bit. How his chest heaved as he took long, deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself. Like how his veins burned with a desire to rip any doubts out of Kesho and drink them like blood.

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Kesho Maisha · 01-08-2011, 11:05 PM

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Hybrid did not need many words to convey his meaning, his immediate and unrelenting anger at the mere suggestion of Inferni being better now. How dare Kesho even think that. You're a piece of shit for even saying that, thinking that, Kesho. You're just a dumb son of a bitch, aren't you? The voice screamed at him in a terrible anger to match Hybrid's, and the Hastati quickly became tense. Now, he was in a position that could quickly be compromised; his demeanor was weakened by this sudden outburst of anger from both sides.

Fortifying his mind, the man braced as the words came booming from Hybrid's throat, spittle flying from his venomous tongue.

“Never say that,” the warrior spat at Kesho, rage in every word. “Never!” Hybrid yelled.

Kesho could hardly breathe, frozen with the uncommon feeling of strict anxiety. It never crossed his mind that he might spark a fight between himself and this man, but if he had to defend himself, he would. The older man took a step back as Hybrid drew closer, a snarl forming on his own mouth in response.

“Never think that Inferni could be less than it once was. That would be like… like treason.” Hybrid spoke, threatening.

Kesho had known it had been stupid to say those words. Words he didn't even believe. The second he had spoken them, he wished to take them back. Now, of course, that was not an option. The rust colored man braced himself, steadying his mind and mouthing a response.

"I know...I...--" he managed to sputter; grief, confusion, and regret were all written on his face. Why was he not more careful with his words? "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. It's wrong. I know it is." he said bitterly, glancing away. He felt like a lost puppy, ridiculous, helpless. Foolish. Stupid.

"It will just never be the same, to me. I keep trying to chase that dream, those days. I won't ever catch it. I need to move on. I know." he sighed, frustrated-- with himself, with every decision he'd made. He should never have left.

He watched as Hybrid seemed to force himself to relax, but Kesho did not, and kept his dark, wary eyes carefully on the man. If he let his guard slip, he would not be able to retaliate in time. A glance at Hybrid, and he hoped that now, he was out of danger.

"Hybrid, I have as much faith in and devotion dedicated to Inferni as you do. I just hope it will be worth it. It has to be, or else what is there to live for?" his words oozed out slowly; he was unsure of himself. He tiptoed carefully with his speech, chose his words with extreme care. His muzzle snapped shut, and stayed that way. The easiest way to be sure he didn't say something improper again was to simply not speak.

The old man was standing, ears pinned back against his skull, small in comparison to Hybrid's. Now was not the time for a fight, but he was prepared nonetheless. Blood red eyes were narrowed slightly in concentration, studying Hybrid's every move.

Hybrid Holocaust · 01-09-2011, 12:57 AM

673. Soooooo. Yeah. Next post = you know what! (Also, I edited in a mature template)

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Hybrid felt his hackles rise when Kesho too in turn replied with his own teeth. Even though Hybrid was trying to calm himself, it really wasn’t working too well; he had never been very good at de-escalating situations. Generally, he was the one who either started them or escalated them. And often, he would just fight it out to the end. He had never really had to stop himself from harnessing his anger into a destructive force until now. So, he never realized how damn hard it was. He was literally shaking now, unable to stop moving, to stop from lashing out at his so-called comrade; his alleged clanmate.

When Kesho began to stutter in response, Hybrid growled again, a low rumbling sound just like before. Hybrid certainly was a creature of habit and his actions spoke so much louder than words. Hybrid’s snarl only continued when Kesho tried to apologize. He sneered when Kesho admitted his wrong, but said nothing. What a fool, thinking he could fix this with words. What a fool he was! Hybrid began to laugh when Kesho expressed his desire to return to the old days, how he wanted to “chase” that dream like a little fairy butterfly! Hybrid couldn’t stop laughing – the mere thought of Inferni being chased like some dainty little insect was hilarious.

He began to cough as he laughed, unable to sustain it for any longer. He voice was always so scratchy and coarse from a lack of use. Even his laugh was hoarse and strained – he had not laughed, genuinely, in so long. But even as Kesho spoke again, he felt that anger mix with his dissipating chuckles. He did not grow serious again, for his laugh was more of a cajoling sneer than a true laugh, and was still rather peeved. He supposed that was an understatement, but he couldn’t think of a more appropriate word at the moment.

When Kesho posed his question, Hybrid realized it was time to really explain what Inferni was about – to him, at least. It was not the clan itself, but Gabriel; and by extension, Kaena, who had learned to respect.

“The clan’s fucking irrelevant. In one way. Fuck, Inferni was glorious before, but it’s the coyotes who make it who it is. Er, fuck it, it’s not the clan. The clan has the idea, but half the members are snivelling idiots. Gabriel and Kaena matter, but fuck, even the old Inferni had your fuckers. Fucking Syemv traitors and whatfuck, yeah?” He knew didn’t know what he was trying to say, so he tried again: “you had better fucking have your motherfucking devotion or you’re just another piece of shit like the rest of them dumb fuckers. Fuck, you don’t need these big fucking ideas of what’s good or wrong. Just fucking know it.” He cursed again. What did he want to say? “Fuck, it’s not Inferni who I fight for, it’s fucking Gabriel. He knows it. He’s worth more than all of fucking Inferni.” He shook his head and realized what he could really do. He was struck with an immediate sense of warmth and peace when he realized how he could show Kesho what Inferni was really about. “Fuck, okay, shift into Optime. You can do that, right?” He sneered when he asked the question. Stupid non-luperci were so fucking useless. He snarled at the thought and felt the warmth and anger mingle.

He realized that while he had been talking, he had stalked in a slight semi-circle, unable to stay still. Now, he could not stay still any longer. He began the transformation from Secui to Optime, enjoying the feeling of the shifting bones, stretching muscles, and transforming tendons. Everything slowly clicked into place, and once the transformation was complete, he rolled out the kinks in his shoulders and stretched out his new arms. He had not shifted into his Optime form in months, maybe even a year. However long it had been, it still felt familiar – he could never forget this feeling.

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Kesho Maisha · 01-09-2011, 10:35 PM

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What the fuck is this crazy bastard doing, Kesho? You've got yourself in a real pickle now, haha. Oh, this will be fun... a sinister voice echoed in Kesho's mind, toying with him, teasing him, and taunting him. It was working all too well.

What was Hybrid doing, though? The man stood there, not really moving, but breathing quite heavily. And then, out of nowhere, the man started laughing. Not a normal laugh, either. It was crazed, maniacal almost. Was it what Kesho said? He didn't, but a brow lowered, scrutinizing the man before him, trying to keep his mind working properly to assess this situation. It wasn't working, though. This crazy fucker's going to rip your heart out and eat it, Kesho! And I will be there to watch your blood spill! the voice screamed; he was obviously anticipating bloodshed, but Kesho was quite unsure. He did not think the man wanted to attack him...not really.

Kesho found himself pacing side to side slightly, a nervous tick for situations like this, when his only option was to wait and see, wait and see...

And then, Hybrid spoke.

“The clan’s fucking irrelevant. In one way. Fuck, Inferni was glorious before, but it’s the coyotes who make it who it is. Er, fuck it, it’s not the clan. The clan has the idea, but half the members are snivelling idiots. Gabriel and Kaena matter, but fuck, even the old Inferni had your fuckers. Fucking Syemv traitors and whatfuck, yeah?” Hybrid said, eerily stalking in a messy half-circle as he spoke. “You had better fucking have your motherfucking devotion or you’re just another piece of shit like the rest of them dumb fuckers. Fuck, you don’t need these big fucking ideas of what’s good or wrong. Just fucking know it."

Kesho found himself nodding in enthusiastic agreement throughout Hybrid's speech. He had never found anyone who spoke how he felt so clearly, so exactly. He felt the same way. Hybrid's words were hypnotic, and Kesho could not help but feel infected by the man's passion, his anger, his fire.

Hybrid was rambling now, but Kesho managed to follow his train of though, if only barely. There was something so fascinating about Hybrid now, and Kesho could not pull his eyes away from this. Those words were golden, those ideals he missed so greatly. The older man clung to each word Hybrid spoke, treating them like diamonds. This man speaks the truth, Kesho! How can there be traitors in our clan, while we still survive? They need to be punished... the blood-hungry voice screamed again. Purge the clan of those filthy creatures! Kesho's thoughts were running rampant.

“Fuck, it’s not Inferni who I fight for, it’s fucking Gabriel. He knows it. He’s worth more than all of fucking Inferni.” Hybrid added lastly.

The only other response Kesho could give to Hybrid's moment of rambled clarity was a curt nod and a grunt of agreement. His body relaxed slightly, but he was still a bit tense, still unsure of the man's intention. Hybrid's adoration for Gabriel was clear, and it seemed to only take this alone to generate a swelling of admiration for the Aquila in Kesho; how strangely Hybrid's words affected him.

“Fuck, okay, shift into Optime. You can do that, right?” Hybrid said quickly, his red eyes echoing Kesho's own.

"Of course..." Kesho said simply, although it had only been several months that he'd known how to shift, or even had the ability.

Why shift? Why now? Kesho was utterly confused, but did not disobey the command. He began the transformation immediately, allowing his bones to lengthen, fur to thicken, and skull to change shape. His height increased greatly, and his naked form stood at slightly below six feet, and about 180 pounds. He was not a very large coyote, but his old body was well-muscled, his dirty, orange fur dappled with grey from age. The Hastati felt a slight comfort in this form, now, releasing him from some of the pain in his joints.

Immediately after he shifted, he felt his mind being torn. Kesho, let me take this body! I will have so much more fun than you would... the voice in his head demanded to take over, but Kesho denied him. Fuck off! his thoughts screamed back, trying to remain in the world of reality.

Hybrid had shifted before him, and the man looked quite similar to himself, strangely, although several years younger and significantly more lean.

"What now?" he asked seriously, red eyes set on the man before him, unable to keep his curiosity in, seeking his next instructions.

Hybrid Holocaust · 01-13-2011, 11:19 PM

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Kesho’s response was quick and swift – he nodded in all the right places and agreed to shift into Optime form when Hybrid requested. This pleased the Tessarius greatly and he was not used to such unconditional compliance. Well, certainly not anymore at least! It was only half a month ago that he’d come across the sour and petulant Silas Agata, whom he had tried so hard to show the error of his ways only to come to blows in a physical confrontation. Hybrid still didn’t think he had done anything wrong – Silas was the one at fault for being so damn slimy and weedy.

So, when Kesho complied, something deep within Hybrid stirred in anticipation. Once he had finished speaking, he had known what he was going to do. But only now did he actually recognize it and accept it. He rested his right hand on his chest at a comfortable position. He folded his arm and held his elbow back slightly, resting his hand on the slope between his ribcage and his hip bone. He grinned when Kesho asked what was next and took a step forward to instruct him.

Hybrid licked his chops and surveyed his companion. The coyote before him looked like he’d had a couple meals to eat, while Hybrid always looked run down and ragged. That was not to say he did not have a lot of fight in him; just that he had never really achieved his full height while others certainly should have. While he found it peculiar that he was on the smaller side for most coyotes, he had since accepted it and taken it in stride. He certainly made up for it in other ways.

“Lay down,” he replied. He took a moment to watch Kesho as he responded and moved. He was in some ways very interested in how the body worked and how it responded – perhaps that was why he excelled in fighting. He chuckled at this thought – he was always getting distracted by these little things that were really rather inconsequential to the grand scheme of things. Or, the new grand scheme of things. Hybrid was a malleable and dynamic creature who could adapt and change with the circumstances. He only hoped Kesho was as flexible as he.

“I’m going to fuck you now.” There was no laugh or bitter irony – just plain, simple truth. He didn’t feel the need to change who he was now since this was no fight. He didn’t feel the need to make a show of strength or anything really. Hybrid did not want to say he knew Kesho would agree, but he didn’t think there was a possibility for dissent; so, he did not even allow himself to consider it.

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Kesho Maisha · 01-17-2011, 03:22 PM

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Sorry 'bout the wait! Oh man, I hope this works. Lol. Definite unexplored territory for me, too, in terms of RP. BUT FUN! Big Grin SSWM: 603

Maybe Kesho had been blinded by his pursuit of authority, for his desire to obey. Or maybe there was something irresistible about this hybrid man that he could not escape. Perhaps it was a combination of both. Whatever the true answer, the older man could not help but feel a sense of longing as he watched Hybrid's reaction and subsequent action to Kesho's transformed body. He was being sized up, stared at; he felt as if every inch of him was being judged, and felt an immediate need to exceed any of the expectations Hybrid had made.

Though it was still unclear to the graying man what exactly was happening, his head was cloudy with adrenaline; a near fight with this brute, and now this? He would not disobey; fighting with the man would be fruitless, and both would end up unnecessarily injured. How would that look, too, fighting with his own clan-mates?

So, instead of a fight, Kesho allowed his crimson eyes to follow Hybrid's body in return. The other man's muscles were not large, but it was obvious they carried much strength. The Hastati did not doubt Hybrid's ability, if his presence alone was any indication of his experienced body.

"Lay down," Hybrid commanded in simple verse.

Like an obedient puppy, he did so. His mind first wondered; where, how, on what side? But it became clear that it probably did not matter much, or Hybrid would likely have specified. Now, his body floated to the ground, eyes always watching Hybrid's, knowing that his own form was being studied. He lay, head propped on top of a bent elbow, watching the man with narrow eyes. Appreciation for the bodily form was not something strange or foreign to Kesho, and once again the old Hastati traced the outlines of his companion's frame, some oddly primal hunger arising in him.

“I’m going to fuck you now.” came the next words from Hybrid's mouth. Simple, dispassionate.

There was no verbal response from Kesho; he did not see it necessary. Here he was, already prostrate before his acquaintance, who now had such strong control over him, it was nearly embarrassing. That flame inside of him, the fire that burned through his whole body now, was all that kept him from disobeying, from fleeing, from attacking. He was naked already, as he always was; the occasional scarf adorned his body, but nothing else. Even the scarf had been abandoned today, for preference of lupus form. Now, it seemed inadequate.

At Hybrid's words, Kesho had felt himself becoming more aroused. There was something so inescapably desirable about this raggedy looking warrior commanding him; and he would obey. Encased in it's sheath, his member twitched at the prospect of action. It had been far too long since his last sexual encounter; in truth, he'd been avoiding it. He never thought his next time would be with a man, but here he was, following orders without question or logic. The logical part of his brain was on vacation, and the blood continued to flow to his now twitching member at the mere thought of fucking. Or of being fucked.

Any thoughts of Inferni or it's meaning were gone now, in this youth-like moment of flooding, rushing hormones. He didn't think about what Hybrid was trying to prove to him anymore, and instead stared hard at his companion. This was all new to Kesho; he was excited at the prospect, and did not for a moment consider that his sexuality might be in question.

"Okay." he said in agreement; a hardly necessary response.

Hybrid Holocaust · 01-22-2011, 01:23 AM

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The thought of being examined in kind aroused Hybrid in a way he had since forgotten. The departure of his previous lovers had left him angry and bitter and far too full of range to ever appeal to a new one. He and Samael had carved scars in each other’s flesh and Hybrid had fucked Samael knowing the only one he would ever desire was Kaena. Maybe it was fucked up and maybe Hybrid had wanted something more from Samael, but that hadn’t come to pass. Since then, and since Samael’s many reappearances – as well as the appearance of his fucking little jackal pieces of shit children – Hybrid hadn’t done anything or anyone. He had existed, but if he ever came, it was into his own hand. It would probably sound even more pathetic out loud than in his head, so he kept it to himself. He would take this grizzled warrior who was sharp in mind and body. He would take this grizzled warrior and make him his own by carving his name into his flesh. Kesho would bear his mark, whatever he decided it to be.

Hybrid smirked when he saw Kesho flush – or do something akin to it – in response to his demand. It felt so good to have won this. Hybrid chuckled and then dropped to his knees in front of Kesho and then lowered his weight onto the palms of his hands so that they were only a few centimetres away.

“Turn over,” he commanded. “Onto your back.” Hybrid didn’t want this to just be some quick jaunt in the woods. No, he prided himself on being a passionate warrior and a passionate fucker. Or, fuck, something like that. Now he was getting all romantic. All he wanted to do was shove his dick somewhere and in someone. Was that so romantic? Fuck no.

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Kesho Maisha · 01-22-2011, 11:49 PM

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>:3 SSWM: 382

Hybrid was laughing, but Kesho did not know why. In all honesty, he didn't really care; his gaze followed Hybrid's body with interest. Never before had he looked at a man in this way, and he may never again. There was something about Hybrid that held him captive, readily obeying his word. Kesho had no time to dispute with himself over whether or not this was a good or a bad idea. He needed release. His body was old, but his of his important parts still worked, and needed attention. It quickly became obvious those particularly sensitive parts had been ignored for too long; he could feel his own dick pressing against his stomach as he lay there, and let out a vague pant of lust, or desire, or whatever it was. He needed it.

Before he'd realized it, Hybrid's face and body were in front of Kesho's, and his dark red eyes rose to meet their twins. The man blinked, his head instinctively moving back a few inches in surprise, but he quickly relaxed. Hybrid spoke to him now, his voice inches from Kesho's ears, commanding and strong.

“Turn over,” Hybrid instructed simply, “Onto your back.”

Their eyes met again, and Kesho kept contact as he quietly obeyed, pushing himself up with his hands, moving to sit up first before readjusting himself. The older man leaned back now, placing his legs where his head had been before. Crimson eyes glanced over at the other man again before he relaxed slightly, propping his head up a little with his hands. He realized now that his unfortunately hard dick was right near Hybrid's face. The mere feeling of anyone's hot breath near his genitals brought a quickened pace to his heart, and a shiver through his body. Of course, last time it had been a woman. Ah, well.

Kesho's slight embarrassment was clear in his face; it had been too long since he'd been with someone-- anyone-- in this way, and his inflated member gave a twitch in anticipation. Kesho only hoped he was an adequate partner, lover, fuck buddy, or whatever he was to this battle-torn man.

This was not love, of course; just the mutual relief of long pent up frustration. Wasn't that right?

Hybrid Holocaust · 02-02-2011, 10:40 PM

Fade to black soon? :3

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Hybrid wasn't sure what it was about sex that was so funny. There was so much fucking anticipation, cagey remarks, and sideways glances. But it didn't have to be that way. Two guys could just take a look at each other, find one another attractive, presentable, or whatever the fuck they needed and just go at it. Fuck each other's brains out. Whatever. He never understood the social intricacies surrounding the entire social construct, so he decided to make his own. It worked well enough this time: he had obviously mesmerized Kesho with his wit and charm and now he would reward the other coyote for being so attentive.

Hybrid smirked and licked his chops as he watched Kesho shift himself onto his back and presenting him with exactly what he wanted. Hybrid chuckled and pushed himself up off his hands, redistributing his weight onto his knees. He walked forward and straddled Kesho's right leg and then dipped his head down to the coyote's bobbing dick. Soon, his mouth was put to better uses and he was licking Kesho's entire length. He leaned over more as he took Kesho's entire cock in his mouth and trailed his left hand up Kesho's thigh. Obviously, this was all due to Hybrid's impeccable charm and wit.

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Kesho Maisha · 02-18-2011, 10:31 PM

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derpaderpa WC: 226

Kesho had stopped breathing without realizing it as he watched this battle torn man lower himself to Kesho's groin, straddling him. It wasn't until Hybrid's soft tongue made contact with the coyote's pulsing member that he took a breath. A small inhale, almost a gasp. His face showed no emotion other than a vague hint of surprise. The old purebred had become lost in this moment, mesmerized by the event and shocked at his own actions. But that didn't keep him from enjoying it.

As he exhaled a breath, a small moan accompanied it, barely audible to even his ears. Still, how embarrassing. But either Hybrid was good at what he was doing, or Kesho really just hadn't gotten laid in that long. He clenched crimson eyes shut, body tensing with pleasure as Hybrid's mouth engulfed Kesho's dick, the warmth nearly unbearable. The other man's hand roamed his thigh and Kesho's hips rose in response, guiding his dick as it bobbed in and out of Hybrid's skilled mouth.

It was an unfortunately short amount of time before Kesho couldn't hold back anymore, and allowed his body to spasm and release, muscles tensing all at one and relaxing again in waves. He exhaled a groan, teeth clenched, but he his eyes avoided Hybrid, for now.

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