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Sebastian found he was surviving quite well on his own. Many prey animals lurked in the nearby woods, and most of the houses were well insulated. It was a novel experience, sleeping in a different bed every night. It was strangely sad, too; despite how humanity had ruined the earth, carved it with roads and choked the sky, they had achieved wonders. Sebastian didn't know how most of these feats were even possible. Like a mirror.
At the moment he was in an intact house, frowning at the mirror. A precise, reversed replica of himself frowned back. Sebastian twitched an ear. The reflection twitched the opposite ear. For a while he had wondered if an identical wolf was mocking him, but there was only cool glass. Truly, it was a mystery. The Italian spent the next half-hour making faces in the mirror, pretending to leave and jumping back, even going so far as to lick the mirror. The thing was a mystery. Like purified ice or glass, refined into giving a pure reflection back at the world. Or perhaps it was a gateway to a strange realm where everyone's twin lived.
Whatever. Sebastian snorted at his reflection, uncaring of the fogged glass. The cinnamon male turned and considered the trapdoor in the floor. It had been there in plain sight, but he had been distracted by the mirror before investigating further. Now was the time.
It took some effort, but the wooden trapdoor was finally opened. A "light-switch" as he had heard they were called was at the entrance to some stairs that led into forbidding darkness. He had tried many; they never worked. Still, he gave this one a shot. Much to his surprise, electrical lights flickered on underground.
This was enough to make him pause. Electricity was rare, very rare. Gas lamps and other commodities were rare enough. But working electricity? No. Were humans underground? Sebastian took out a dagger, just in case, and descended.
At the bottom of the stairs, the electrical wire revealed its source. A large yellow and orange box, emblazoned with a bolt of lightning. Presumably the source of power. But that wasn't what interested him. What interested Sebastian was the fact that, in the cavernous cellar, there were stacks upon stacks of wine.
Twenty minutes later, Sebastian was settled nicely. A large chunk of deer meat rested on the floor beside him. He was sitting on a bean bag he had dragged from upstairs. He had scrounged up a corkscrew from a dilapidated kitchen and found a wine glass. He had light, he was safe, and he had forgotten to close the door behind him.
Sebastian poured his first glass, taking out a piece of paper and a pencil. Taking a strong gulp of wine, Sebastian began to draw.
OOC: hehe love how he played with the mirror. guessing the generator or whatever will most likely fail on them fast must be quite a sight to them though XD <3
Light was glad to have Makade at his side now she often chose to wander off fluttering her tiny wings but he always new she was near. The moonlight coloured hunter was rather exhausted from his journey to obtain the tiny bird as his guide but it was a necessary trip. His stores of alcohol were starting to run thin and the male couldn’t bear the thought of running out. It would ruin his much enjoyed routine of falling asleep to the delightful feel of floating. He felt bad for leaving the healing male alone so often with his younger siblings. Light was often far more caring and focused when it came to helping out a friend. Though at the same time he knew Leon would understand, for if his stock went dry the youth would most likely chew the hunter out for not quenching his similar thirst. He let out a deep chuckle at the thought of the dark coloured male angry with him. Everything about him he found enticing and adorable especially how he cared for his younger siblings.
He scented another male just then and grew curious. He approached a rather intact building and carefully walked into the house. He followed the trail within his steps creaking as he moved deeper within. He noticed a hole in the floor like a doorway and with the luck he had before in other human cities he knew his bounty would most likely be in there. He paused at the mirror it was clear so the male before him must have wiped it clean. He raised a slight brow at his other self but as much as he curious to stare at himself in the glass he had a goal in mind. He looked at the doorway in the floor and glanced downward, there was light so someone was definitely down there. His brow furrowed at how the light looked though it was unlike any flame he had seen. The male called down into the hole sure the male he scented heard his footsteps along the floor. You down there? Name’s Light Goldenfeather, mind if I come down? His deep voice asked rather monotonous as it usually was with strangers. He awaited a response as he crouched by the opening.
Probably! Seb's a curious bunny. 
Sebastian sneezed as he continued his drawing. The place, though remarkably intact, was also quite dusty. With no wind, it was much less so in the cellar, but it was still enough to irritate him. What was dust, anyway? Merely tiny particles of dirt? Who knew? All Sebastian knew was that it was an annoyance.
As he worked on his drawing- a colourless sketch of an ancient oak tree, leaves in the branches and lines in the bark rendered lovingly- a voice called down. Deep, not with much emotion but not threatening either. Obviously one of a fully grown male. The Italian considered his options briefly. They were few. He could try to scare or fight the male away from his precious wine, but he was a lover, not a fighter. Besides, there was plenty of alcohol for both men. He could drink at the stash for a year alone before making a large dent.
Sebastian called back up to the man, his strongly accented baritone warm and inviting.
"Not at all," he called back up, a charming smile already edging along his carefully kept teeth. "You may want to bring something to sit on, however." May as well be nice. Besides, they could share a glass. Or one of them could drink straight from the bottle. He checked the year on the dark green bottle he was drinking from as he waited for a response. 1902. Ah, would wine never decay?
Light glanced about when the male said to bring something to sit on, as happy as he was with a floor maybe it was wiser to take the advice. He seen a chair not far from where we was but it was clearly not sturdy. He moved into the next room his steps still creaking with his weight. There was a large couch and he gave a slight grin. He loved couches it was one of his most favourite of discoveries since leaving his pack... most favourite after alcohol that is. He grabbed the aging cushion and carried it with him as he lowered into the strangely lit hole. The hum was the first thing he noticed other than the soft breaths of the male who sat in a rather comfy looking cushion. He looked over him as he often did with many males, sizing them up seemingly but he much enjoyed the male form. He was definitely handsome he thought to himself his face as hard as stone giving no thought way through.
Then as he stepped in further his eyes widened and his mouth opened just slightly. He had hit the mother load. Leon would be rather impressed but the male quickly realized he would need something larger to carry the bottles in. He realized he was being rude overtaken by his surprise of the well stocked cellar. He looked back to the cinnamon and white coated male and stepped forward. Good day. He held out his hand and took notice to the drawing just then, he allowed a smile run to his face. You draw? He tilted his head slightly to take notice to the impressive piece. Very nice, I draw as well. He put the cushion down next to the male and sat. The hunter searched his satchel and pulled a piece he had recently drawn of his spirit guide Makade who was still nowhere in sight. Most likely waiting outside amongst the trees.
There was a pause, only the sound of faint footsteps making Sebastian think that the other man had not left. When Light Goldenfeather finally descended down the wooden steps, he was carrying only a seat cushion. Well, to each his own. Sebastian was perfectly comfortable on his bean bag, even if it was faded and frayed. Whereas Light did not show any particular attraction to the Italian, Sebastian made no move to hide it as he very obviously checked the taller male out.
He was quite tall, his fur in shades of silver and white. Quite a handsome brute too, in a rather distinguished sort of way. Tattered ears and a great multitude of scars hinted at a rough lifestyle. A long cut down his face, notches in his muzzle, slices across his arm and chest, marks on his hand... Some were obvious, some mere ruffles in his fur. An athletic, muscular build. Despite his age, he still retained rugged looks. More importantly, he was also totally naked. Sebastian couldn't resist a short downward glance, taking in all of the tall male. Well, it wasn't really a downward glance because the man's waist was above his eye level while the rusty male was sitting down.
He was friendly, too. Sebastian took the offered hand and shook strongly, his grin turning slightly mischievous. Drunkenness always made him rather promiscuous, and he was fully intending to get drunk while he had such a plentiful supply. Perhaps he could tempt this handsome man into drinking a few glasses.
The man's brown eyes flickered down to the drawing, the sight of it making him smile. "I do," Sebastian confirmed. "Thank you." The man put his cushion down next to the Italian, taking a seat beside him. Sebastian leaned over as Light pulled a drawing from a satchel not unlike Sebastian's. He wasn't about to take the piece in his hands, but he wanted a good look as well. His cheek was almost touching Light's shoulder as he admired the bird.
"Lovely," he commented, a grin on his face as he smiled invitingly at Light. Such a wonderful name. The artisan offered the bottle of strong wine to his new companion, smirking as he did so. "Can I tempt you?" he offered, his happiness at finding such a huge supply of wine making him generous. Added to the fact that the cellar was nicely warm compared to the snow outside, a new best friend who was also an artist, intelligent conversation, Sebastian was happy to stay where he was until the next morning.
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Light took notice to the male’s hungry gaze and cleared his throat just slightly before taking his seat next to him. He couldn’t help but to feel slightly discomforted, he was not use to so many males so open to their desires. It was very unlike his pack where males who shared such a forbidden fondness to each other it would often take weeks for any action to take place and it was often like walking on glass. You never knew if you would take a large slice to the paw or walk across without a single graze. When the male offered the bottle of wine Light paused for a moment. He gave another quick gander to the male his mind wandering with possibility. His body was definitely aching for attention and the male was definitely a pleasant sight to behold.
He took the bottle finally allowing himself the pleasure and if anything happened maybe his control around the dark coloured youth would slightly increase upon his return home. Yes... he thought he was going to definitely enjoy his day to the fullest with the age appropriate yet still younger male. He allowed a quick glance to the area covered by the blue clothing he had come to recognize as jeans and gave a deep throaty chuckle. So many of you kids sure enjoy your clothing. He teased as he took a long hard swig of the bitter sweet liquid. He let out a delightful sigh much enjoying the wine, after gin it was his favourite drink. Beautiful. He said holding the bottle before his gaze and handing it back to the cinnamon male.
He leaned back ever so slightly as his hands sunk into the cushion. It was then he really took notice to the source of the light. His brow furrowed as his confusion started to rise. It didn’t look like fire and if it was it was very small yet provided the room with a strangely strong glow. Light looked to the male who had not yet introduced himself and spoke in his still emotionless voice unwilling to fully relax into the moment. What is it? He motioned to the buzzing light above them. Is it a bug? He knew some bugs could emit light but why was it so still. Light was entranced and highly curious.
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Sebastian smiled as the man took the bottle, commenting on his jeans. The Italian chuckled, leaning back flexibly and arching his back as he hooked his hands high in the air, moving his hips upwards under the pretence of showing off the tough blue material. "Well, I need it," he explained with a smirk. "I'm used to a warmer climate. Snow is a novelty." The lean male lay back down on the comfy surface, showing off gleaming teeth in a smirk. "Besides, you're not that old." It was true; by Sebastian's reckoning, the scarred male was middle-aged.
Sebastian took the bottle back after the male took a long drink. "Beautiful indeed," he purred, orange eyes fixed on Light. Yes, Sebastian was a slut; he had every intention of seducing the taller, older man. He poured himself another generous measure and put the bottle on the floor between them. Yet, for some reason, Light's voice was still devoid of emotion.
Sebastian leaned back, looking at the source of their light. "It's not a bug, no. It is a human artefact, called electricity. I have heard that it was the one of the driving forces behind their entire civilisation. It provided light." he flicked his gaze to the man's face, smiling. "Powered their machines." Sebastian allowed his eyes to trail along Light's muscular body, his muzzle dipping for a moment before his eyes returned to the scarred face. "Provided heat." The foxy male shifted a little closer to Light.
"I suppose it was- or is, as it happens- like a purer, stronger form of fire."
Sebastian placed the bottle of wine in Light's lap, leaning to the other side to grab a bottle for himself. He spoke almost bashfully as he uncorked it. "Oh, have I forgotten my manners? My name is Sebastian Auditore." He leaned over and pressed his lips to Light's shoulder. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance."
This male was moving far too quickly for his liking so when the male rubbed against his shoulder he blew off the approach by leaning forward. He pulled his knees up gripping the bottle in his large grasp as he rested his other arm straight over his knee. He wasn’t necessarily ready for this yet he still hadn’t even decided if he was fully dedicated to the idea he had. This male was obviously ready for anything Light had to offer him but Light needed a moment. He took a long gulping swig of the wine and glanced over his shoulder at the clothed male. He looked forward and took another long swig. He wiped the wine that dripped slightly on his muzzle and spoke. His forced monotone gave a slight crack before he found the rhythm once more. So where... where you from Sebastian Auditore? He started to hope for the affects of the drink to take hold soon. The tension in his back waiting for it to arrive was becoming painful. Light highly considering fleeing, the circumstances were far too personal, too intense for the sober hunter. He took another swig not at all pacing himself hoping the faster he drank the quicker the affects would come.
Light responded quickly, though not with words. As soon as Sebastian's black lips touched his shoulder, the pale male suddenly leaned forward and pulled a knee up. He was quick to take large gulps of wine too, apparently fast on his way to getting as drunk as possible. The Italian watched with wry amusement, feeling older than his years. Surely a man of this age should be more sure of himself than Sebastian, who had yet to reach his second year.
Some of the wine stained Light's muzzle pink as he drank deeply. The russet male poured himself more wine from the other bottle before he set that one beside his acquaintance too. It seemed as though he might need that second bottle faster than Sebastian had anticipated.
He smiled charmingly as Light regained his voice. "Across the sea," he said warmly, his accented tones smooth and flowing. "From the city of Sabini. It was warmer. More civilised. Much more human history." Sebastian's smile turned wry. His orange eyes flickered over to the tall man's back, observing the knotted, tense muscles. Was he new to this?
Sebastian took a deep gulp of wine. One black paw was placed gently on Light's shoulder. "You're tense," he noted. He would not remove the paw until it was asked of him, which could very well be quite soon. "Where are you from?"
Light took a deep breath as the male set hand upon his shoulder. His mind curiously wondering what it was like over the sea. We swished the bottle between his knees swinging it with a slight wonder as his patience was wearing thin. Then he rose from the cushion hoping to get his blood flowing just slightly to help move along the desired effect of the alcohol. The scarred hunter reached up and tapped the light bulb discovering it was made of glass. He looked over at the relaxed male and really stared at him as he took yet another swig of wine. His intense brown eyes burrowing in like a flame to match the orange he gazed at. I’m from the North, far North in the western lands. Where the snow is far from novelty. Its the magic that brings the land to life. That feeds us. That forces us to get close to each other. The haze was just suddenly there as his face started to relax into a sly smirk. He set the bottle down at his feet and stepped forward. He held out a hand now finally his mind filling not with doubt or worry but a goal. He needed this, he needed him whoever he was.
Light seemed agitated. Quickly after Sebastian touched his shoulder, the pale man stood and bravely investigated the glass bulb. Whether it was curiosity or drunkenness was hard to say, though it was unlikely that the wine could have an effect so quickly. The lithe male couldn't resist getting a good look below his waist as he stood. Having someone walk around naked so casually was a novelty for him, and not one he was willing to waste.
Dark brown eyes bored into his own orange gaze as Light described his homelands. Though Sebastian didn't quite understand how the snow could feed- didn't it destroy crops? Stop any growth?- he appreciated the sentiments. Especially the part about being forced to stay close to each other. Unsure what to say, Sebastian could only smile.
As abruptly as he had stood, his features relaxed into a smirk which Sebastian found most enticing. The bottle was placed at his feet as he took a few steps to get close to his fellow artisan. One hand stretched out to the reddish male, obviously inviting.
Sebastian accepted the offered hand, allowing the bulkier Luperci to pull him up with ease. He could truly appreciate how much taller Light was; and how short Sebastian himself was. Still, when it came to sex, that was how he preferred it. Sebastian stood close to Light, keeping hold of that hand. The russet Italian smiled seductively, unbuttoning his jeans with one hand. He kissed Light's chest, breathing in the insanely attractive scent of male musk as the hand that had been holding Light's hand moved up along his back, tracing his spine. The black-furred hand reached the back of Light's head as Sebastian's muzzle tilted upwards, seeking a kiss from Light. The hand that had unbuttoned his jeans moved upwards, massaging Light's torso.
Light enjoyed that the male was rather small as pulled him close. He breathed in the scent of the male his light haze grew just slightly headier. His mind flowing with all the things he wanted to do to the male that so quickly started to explore his larger form. As the male looked up at him a grin drew across his face and he pulled back just ever slight. It was always such a pleasure to watch the expression of a teased male that desired him. He wouldn’t allow his desires to be teased for that much longer for the male was swift in using his smaller form to his advantage. Light lowered gripping the male’s behind at just that perfect point to pull his body against his muscular frame with one single grunting force.
The slight misbalance forced the male to step forward a few steps until Sebastian’s back pressed against the bottle heads of the cellar. A deep chuckle escaped him as his cheeks started to heat but keeping with the moment he licked the male’s muzzle that was now slightly higher than his own. His hungry licks and nips moved lower on his neck as his strong hand gripped and lowered his jeans just slightly to feel the fur and supple muscles beneath. He felt himself begin to swell as he further lost himself to the moment allowing his mind to grow vacant and his instincts to take hold as it often did in these moments. He grinded himself just slightly against the reddish male but as he did a light growl escaped him. The jeans were between him and his desired feel of his warmth against his own was vacant and he had started to awkwardly pull at them like they were an annoying threat to his pleasure. He very much did not like pants in that moment.
Light allowed him the kiss before he exerted a hidden dominant streak. It didn't take much effort for him to lift Sebastian high, allowing the leaner male to wrap his legs around Light's hips. The taller male grunted, taking a few steps forward to press Sebastian's back against the wine bottles. He shifted his supple back for a moment, pushing the necks of the bottles aside to get more comfortable. He let out a low, lustful purr of a growl as Light chuckled, an enticingly deep sound, and licked his muzzle.
A low moan edged from Sebastian's throat as Light nipped and licked at his throat and chest. He was at a disadvantageous position, but was able to make his lust known. His skilled hands worked at Light's shoulders and back, massaging out any remaining tension as he licked and nibbled gently on Light's less tattered ear. The lustful Italian slowly started to grind his own arousal into the Northerner's torso and closed his eyes, groaning softly as their shared heat escalated.
Orange eyes opened as Light began to pull on his jeans. He gave one ear a sharp nip. "Hold me up," he whispered into one ear, stroking the back of his neck. As Light did so, he unhooked his legs and dangled for a moment before he used an acrobat's movement to unzip his jeans and pull them off gracefully.
Now that they were both completely naked, Sebastian lowered himself and gently bit Light's neck as he started to grind their aching arousals. He murmured seductively into one ear as he did so, his eyes darkened with lust.
"I want you to dominate me," he purred, his slow grinds starting to increase in speed. "Do anything you want." He bit on the ear was nibbling, a lusty moan edging from his throat.
He missed this feeling greatly, the pure ecstatic rush. The feel of the firm and rough touch of a male. His body shuddered as his tension started to release. Just the one thing missing he thought but it was about to be achieved. He let out a growl as he received the nip his mind settling into its role. This smaller male was his in that moment and the drunken hunter was more than ready to play with his toy. He grunted raising the male up higher as he requested. His arms shook lightly but he held him up well as his body ached for the reveal. Before the jeans could hit the floor Light carefully pulled Sebastian against himself. A throaty moan of relief rose up they rubbed their hips together. His throbbing erection aching for more. When full submission was offered to the hunter and dominance requested he was quick to grasp their desires. He sunk his teeth into the red male’s fur not enough to draw blood but enough to draw a yelp that coursed a rush of blood through his veins.
Adrenaline higher he carried the male to the soft mismatched chairs with ease. He knew he didn’t have to be so careful with this one. He unlatched Seb’s arms and threw him to the ground. His action seemingly careless but his reflexes ensured his landing was upon the cushion and strange ball. He quickly mounted him, his hungry brown eyes gazing into him. Tell me you want it. His deep voice growled. Light gently grinded his hips into his companions hard-on. He nipped at his face and throat. Tell me just how bad you want it boy. Light’s own desire aching for him aching to be within. He grasped his partner’s wrists slowly raising them above his head one at a time as the hunter held his weight easily above Sebastian’s eager body. Waiting eagerly for that desperation in his voice that beg and moan. Light enjoyed every way of love making but this was a great gift to his dry spell. A gorgeous male so ready, so willing to be his even if only for the night. He couldn’t ask for a greater gift even if he would regret it later.
Light was strong, rough, firm, dominant. Everything Sebastian wanted. Sebastian let out a low moan, releasing the ear he held in his teeth as Light started to forcefully grind their aching arousals. He still held Sebastian up and took advantage of that, sinking his teeth into the Italian's fur and flesh between his throat and shoulder. He didn't break the skin, but it was enough to force a surprised yelp from the artisan. The yelp quickly became a low groan as Light gripped him harder and carried him away from the wine racks to throw him down on the cushion and bean bag. His lower torso and hips were on the cushion while his head and shoulders were somewhat elevated by the bean bag.
That didn't stop the scarred hunter from pouncing on him, laying atop his body with his hungry brown eyes boring into lusty saffron. His voice, always deep, had turned almost guttural as he growled. Sebastian had always liked dirty talk, and he'd never had a problem begging for it. Oh, and Light was even using a bit of age play! He was going to enjoy this.
Sebastian let Light take his hands one at a time, raising them above the foxy male's head to make him absolutely helpless in Light's grasp. The cinnamon artist arched his back up into the scarred hunter, the desire for more heat and friction overpowering any reservations he had. He let out a low, panting groan as his throat was bared submissively and Light ground against him. He adored the feeling of danger as Light nipped at his face and throat, his teeth flashing and sending a small spike of adrenaline sparking through Sebastian's veins.
"Uh- Light!" Sebastian pleaded, already reduced to begging. "Want- want you," he moaned. "Please, Light, I want you." Sebastian let out a low whine, grinding his hips against Light's. Sure, he liked foreplay, and would definitely be up for some more; but as hot as he found it, he couldn't stand not being able to touch Light's body.
The hunter held his weight upon the younger male’s wrists that squirmed underneath to be free. His voice filled with that desperation that Light wanted to hear. His hand slowly ran down claws drawn scraping through Sebastian’s fur against his skin. He teased the sensitive area along his abdomen so close to touching him but not quite. He chuckled deeply as his hand teased by taking a shift to his right. Light gripped his thigh suddenly then raising his leg forcefully until his hips curled up just enough. Light’s tail wagged softly behind him as Sebastian’s right leg rose in response. His fingers carefully stroked along the back of his raised left thigh ready to receive the hunter. Oh but he wouldn’t make it so easy no as much as it pained him as much as he wanted to he wanted the game to continue just a little longer. Once his eyes rose back to Sebastian’s Light’s arm stretched out as his weight started to shift to his knees. What of me do you want let me hear you say it and its yours. His hand grasping his own shaft as the tip teased and ran across his desired entrance. His anticipation both a dangerous game to his lasting but even with the wait he had no doubt this young male would be nothing but satisfied when he was through. Yes the male may be shy to start, his mind a constant battle of choice… but when he was in it he was in it for the long haul. He continued to lick and nip the male in various points of his upper body awaiting his request to be filled his desire to be reached his chance to finally be within a handsome male. His vice, his joy, his sin all in this act this game.
Sebastian couldn't help himself. Light teased him and dominated him, rendering him helpless with desire for the scarred hunter. His dominant streak had been hidden when they had first met, but now Sebastian could hardly register any other part. Light still had his wrists pinned behind his head, leaving Sebastian completely defenceless and unable to return any touch as Light's hand wandered along his torso. He got a surprise as Light abruptly raised his legs, his hard shaft teasing Sebastian's ass.
Sebastian let out a low moan at the sensation, still arching his back in a desperate attempt to sate his desire for the heat and friction of Light's body. His cheeks almost burned a brighter red as Light growled, teasing him further. He could hardly think about Light's words as the scarred northerner lowered his head and continued to lick and hip his torso, effectively cutting off all intelligent thought from the Italian.
Seb let out another panting moan. "Ah! Your- your cock," he moaned, straining his neck in an attempt to give Light a nip on his shoulder. His dignity for the next while was officially gone as he gave himself completely to Light.
Light released his partner’s wrists his actions next a carefully planned and experienced flow of events that ensured their pleasure remained. His tongue trailing down with careful nips, its flexible tip gently teasing the pale bellied male’s dick until his destination reached. Light firmly gripped Sebastian’s hips his claws retracting and extending in his eager yearning. His nose was filling with his scent and his dick throbbed with anticipation. Finally Seb would get his desire get his need and Light took him with a gentle swiftness when his body rose up to match the red wolf’s torso. His strong grip braced his hips keeping the position as his body reacted to his penetration. Light let out a groan of relief his eyes closed drinking in the feel the lust like a heady haze of the drink that still lingered in his veins. His thrusts were firm but his role as dominator relaxed as their limbs started to entwine. It’s when his softness really started to show, his grunts and moans, his gently licks and caresses took over. He would easily return to his role but for that moment he was lost in the feel. His fingers draped over the muscles along the red wolf’s body, muscles that could rarely be matched upon a female. His body already edging along that release but his control easily grasped. His tongue edged along Sebastian’s ear. You like that boy? His deep voice panted.
Sebastian whined in relief as his hands were freed, finally able to run his hands freely along Light's muscular body. He let out a low groan as Light licked his way down his white torso, finally giving his cock a few teasing licks, temporarily sating the heat of Sebastian's desire but fanning the flames hotter when he continued licking lower. Usually, Sebastian was a more active lover, capable of giving his partner more pleasure with his skill than just his body. But he couldn't do much now, pinned down with Light's tongue preparing him for the intrusion to come.
It did come eventually, the familiar but strange burning sensation as Light kept a strong grip on his hips and thrust forward, slowly burying himself within the foxy male's deepest heat. The hunter forced a moan from Sebastian, the red artist starting to pant as beads of sweat formed on both of their bodies. He was firm at first, strong and uncompromising in his first thrusts as Sebastian let out low sounds of pleasure. His hands gripped the cushion strongly with pleasure and pain, eventually moving up to dig his claws into Light's flexing hips.
But Light eventually slowed down, leaning over the lean Italian and giving him small licks and caresses. Light wasn't finished with the dirty talk, continuing to ask the rugged male beneath him questions he could hardly form the answers to. Sebastian's black paws rested on Light's back, keeping the tall male against him. The northerner licked his ear, his pants and hot breath and rough voice all stunningly sensual for Sebastian.
Sebastian let out a low, panting moan, baring his throat to Light as he lost himself in the pure, sensual fog that clouded his thoughts. "Ah! Yes!" he groaned, undulating his hips and letting out a loud grunt of pleasure at the sensation. He pulled Light's head down and whispered in his ear. "M-maybe we could switch to hands and knees?" he asked roughly, hardly phrasing it as a question despite the fact that right now, Light could dictate whatever he liked about this encounter without a single peep from Sebastian. He preferred doggy style, anyway. It would let Light get rougher in his thrusts, and getting stuck on a knot in missionary position was always awkward.
ooc: Finally I did it!!! *does happy dance* And its awesome! <3 to me anyway XD
Light grinned as the male wanted a shift in the action pulling him from his lost moments as the waves of drink filled him. This male knew what he wanted and as much as he loved the position for himself he was in the business to please his partner. Light carefully pulled back rising upon his knees. He gripped Sebastian by the fur upon his chest raising him up to pull him against his chest. His eyes narrowed into the orange gaze under his chocolate. Who’s in charge here boy? He growled his body tingling with a delightful sensation. At any moment the male could lose himself as his body rocked and mind hazed. Though he knew he had a role to fill and did it quite well. His strong arms gripped Seb’s biceps pulling him into his chest as his muzzle dove into the ruff of his neck. He bit the male with a feverish growl but kept it soft despite the show. Oh he could go harder but only if he begged it only if he made him feel he wanted it so badly. Then his actions would continue forth with such a fierce power before giving him just what he asked and threw him to his hands and knees.
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