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lately Leroy has been more and more grumpy then usually, more so when he got the injury that has mauled the sight in his left eye. A loud snort rumbled his large black and white chest, he doesn't reget the wound but it is a annoyness and takeing a small night trip from the packlands sounds woudnerful. Running a hand in his now thick head of hair Leroy pushed his brows together, Ayita was with both Kable and Amaranth so he wasn't worried but he felt like he just needed to relaxe. Sleep, oh god did sleep sound ever so good!
Shutting the door behind him with a lazy motion the brute didn't care that it was not shut all the way, turning his red eyes on the dark room before him a sigh escaped his lungs in almost a pleaseing way. Curly tail was still and limp behind his form as he lit the fire that casted a dim light into the windowless room of the building, the warmth and small crackleing of the fire made Leroy almost forget the down pour outside. Moving around the room Leroy pulled a box back to the couch's side, clawed hands moved through the mass of paper that covered the top to pull out a dark colored bottel. 'Its here, the bottles i put away is untouched!'
Leroy smiled as he pulled the bottle closer to his face, looking at the old writting that he couldn't read but at the deep red liquid inside. The couch itself had several large pillows that covered it making it almost is one small bed, though it looked soft from afar and was so when one laid on it. Leroy left eye made him frown again. The mess of scabs covered all around it in a distrubing color of black to red, he keeps his eye closed often to reframe from the wound reopening though that still doesn't take away the pain. With a snort leroy ripped out the cork of the bottle before takeing a very long drink that made him almost hiss when he breathed. The taste was so sweet that it burned at first but the hot burning settled in his gut and the cold air came right in after add fuel to that fire. Within no time that bottle was at its bottom sitting on the floor next to the couch, getting up Leroy stood still more a moment before walking very carefully and slightly wobbly to add alittle paper and wood to the fire that makes the room glow as well his patterned self.
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Ooc: tehe <3 also, if you want me to change the weather, feel free to tell me.
Strel was wide awake. It was dark as ocher and seeing was more questionable than a skimpy bikini. The redhead stumbled through the darkness, groggy and disoriented. He had curled up in an abandoned house late in the afternoon to hide from the rain. He'd unintentionally fallen asleep on the dusty couch and woke up to find himself looking ten years older than he was. All that dust washed away, though, as soon as he had slipped out the door and into the pouring rain. Now he was cold, wet, and disoriented from waking up in a place he'd forgotten he was at. Looking down the street, all he saw was an unidentifiable alignment of buildings. Nothing stood out to discern where he was exactly. Grumbling, Strel jogged down the street, trying to keep to the decrepit awnings and overhangs as much as he possible could.
Somewhere in the distance, he saw a light, soft and warm in the abysmal night. Ears perking up almost instantly, Strel ended up with soaked legs as he splashed through the puddles. The water slipped under his fur and chilled his pads, and despite that, his energy level was still high after his long nap. Puddle after puddle passed before Strelein finally arrived near the light. Slowing down, and almost skidding in the process, he thumped hard on the door. It stung his hands a bit, but the prospect of warm was a bit more overwhelming than the discomfort.
Unfortunately, the door was not even closed and Strel slammed into the door/wall as the thing swung inwards. He tripped over himself. Leroy was laying on the couch, seemingly inebriated. Oogling the man, Strel gingerly rose up, knowing his dripping fur was leaving wet marks on the floor. "Leroy?" he questioned, knowing fully well that it was him, but it seemed so strange to see the man here of all places. Last he had heard, Leroy had kids to watch over. "What's such a hunky man doing out here, during a rainstorm, of all places?"
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weather is fine! Poor Sterelin :]
Putting the woods back on the fire Leroy's large form turned back to the couch though his heavy weight made him stumble slightly more this time, a good sounding thud rumbled the floor some as the patterened male fell back onto the couch. Sitting into the fluffy pillows of the couch felt so nice, sighing Leroy let his hed fall back into the couch as he smiled. At the moment the husky was gone, he could be on mars for all he knows by the way he was feeling. Everything was hard to see though it was clear at the same time and his body felt so heavy and wobblely when he walked, but that doesn't bother him not even the strong warmth in his gut that was burned from the sweet drink that almost seemed to numb his throat. Smiling Leroy rubbed his chest for a moment, yes his muscles felt so relaxed and well everything felt so woudnerful as well so useless like his legs. The warm glow from the fire highlighted his body, it caressed his face all the way to his toes as it lined all the unseen tones on his body as well brighten the crimson of his eyes.
The sounds of the his new company seemed to be heard a second late. Jumping forward on the couch to a lean Leroy looked towards the sound of th door which had already happened but he only found another wolf looking at him, Leroy? maybe it was the booze but Leroy stood up at his name as he stared at the person that seemed like a stranger to him, red eyes narrowed on the male. The vision was so unhelpful at the moment and the form of the other wasn't coming in clear as the words were heard but the voice sounded slurred. "Hunky...I'm staying outof da rain." Standing still Leroy's patterned body swayed ever so slightly for a breif second as leroy watched him,her, whatever it was because at the moment he couldn't tell. "wh..what do you want?" HIs drunking voice wasn't too thick but hisstrong hard voice wasn't so grumpy sounding but rather smooth and sexy which wasn't what he was trying for though Leroy didn't notice.
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An almost disgusted look crossed Strel's face, wondering why the hell Leroy was not back home and being his grumpy self there. Instead, he was here, drunk off his ass and probably half-way to passing out on the floor. Hell, maybe the fire would light the house on fire. Then what? The drunkard would burn to a not so delicious crisp. And what would he, Strel, say when they found out he did not stay to help the poor guy out? What would his children do? Oh, the redhead could not just leave, not with Leroy like this.
It was hard to compare though, this guy to the guy Strel had first met not terribly long ago. He'd been manhandled then. He didn't particularly care for the manhandling. But it was a huge lot better than this....mess. Why was Leroy out here to drink something that seemed hidden and secret? Shaking his head, the redhead gently pushed the husky back, aiming to get the guy down on the couch and off his feet. Who knew how stable he'd be on them. Though even if the big male missed the couch, he'd probably be safe on the floor, and away from the fire.
Surprise crossed the younger male's face at the tone those words carried. An eyebrow was raised and Strel shook his head once more, droplets falling from the strands of hair. "You, are drunk off your sexy ass, and you need to sleep to get rid of it. Useless drunkard," he laughed, trying to rub away water from his clothing, which clung rather tightly to his form. More water pooled around his legs as it ran down his body. Lord, it had been pouring something fierce outside. Strel was quite glad Leroy had somehow managed to get a fire going. Warmth after that saunter outside was definitely very welcome.
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Taking a small break out of the packlands seemed like a good idea but now things weren't looking so bright, though this person does look like someone he knows. Which is why he hasn't attacked. Time is almost slower in Leroy's brain at the moment at he looked over Sterelin, he was wearing that jacket and some kind or shorts. Blinking for a second his ears turned on his head as his bright red eyes watched him, te water falling off his fur, though each clear and unclear image mixed together made him look different which was slightly confuseing Leroy.
His lips curled when he felt the younger male push him back, stumbling slightly a few steps back Leroy listened to his words before he moved back with a growl in his throat. That was somthing the patterned male did not like at all and oddlyhe got madder by the fact the cold touch exicted him. Drunk his hands were faster then his feet and Leroy's hands darted out at Sterelin's neck and shoulders, grabbing ahold of whatever part to push him into the wall beside him. "Don't push me" The words came out right before he felt his finger grip, turning to slam him into the wall Leroy's wobblely foot gave in the pool of water. A confused growl emitted from his throat as his body moved backwards and the worlds was spin from all the movement, hands locked themselves as the back of his legs hit the couch almost flipping all the way backwards. Blinking for a few second Leroy wasn't sure had happened but his blood was boiling and from the burning in his gut and the cold chill on his skin the confusing exicitment from this woman, man was annoying him.
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Ooc: totally okay with me it is. Though i may have read the motions wrong, I apologize :0
Yelping as pups might, the redhead was taken by surprise by the other male's actions. He could almost feel the tension in the other's significantly stronger arms as his own body was being pulled at. Before Strel knew it, he was being forced back against a wall. The pressure against his back was not terrible. Yet. He knew it could so much worse if he dared to push this intoxicated male further. Truthfully, Strel wanted to avoid any unnecessary fist fighting since in this case, he'd lose rather fast. Despite his fear of physical confrontations, his immense dislike of being manhandled managed to push back the fear and let the anger spill forth.
Thankfully, his body had not completely slammed into the wall. Leroy had slipped on the puddle that Strel had created. The unfortunate bit was that the husky's grip had not weakened or slatted on his shoulders, so he was pulled forward fast and hard when Leroy fell back onto the couch. Heart racing as he was swept off his feet and onto the couch, which had almost flipped backwards. Breathing hard, the redhead opened his eyes to find himself sprawled in Leroy's warm lap. Feel his face heat up slightly at the awkward positioning, he scrambled a bit to get out of such a vulnerable pose.
Body sitting comfortable, basically straddling Leroy, Stral gave a sigh as he rested both hands on the other's chest. His hands were pushing a bit hard, more from the redhead's annoyance and embarrassment. "That wasn't how I wanted that to happen, but whatever. As long as you stay down," he growled, rather weakly considering it was far from his nature to act remotely aggressive and fierce. At best, Leroy would think he was being playful though Strelein was all in all rather serious about this.
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should be put a mature on this yet??
Leroy was not too sure what just happened but his hands didn't let go and there was a chill that was tingleing his skin in a way he wasn't trying to think about. Moving his head a little Leroy's healthy bright red eye looked up at the image of the redheaded male that was sitting perfectly in his lap and for a moment he froze, the chill made him take a deep breath as the body heat in his lap was somthing so new in that instant. What in the fucking world?!
Letting a low growl rumble his chest Leroy stared at the blushing wolf as best he could, so many different things were strange and yet he wanted to look further for the simple fact he could. The slurr of sounds that were words were slightly made out by Leroy's ears as he used his normal emotion.
Brows pushed together in a unhappy face as leroy pushed his nose into Sterelin's, "What are you blushing bout,you like touching me woman?" That feeling of other male's body weight on his lap started to get his blood pumping all over anf that confused him, Leroy didn't like being confused but thing again the wet chill of Sterelin's pelt was bout to get the young male in trouble. Letting a small pant of air escape him Leroy almost didn't care that the other was unhappy but more about the hungry urge that was growing within him, watching him push in his chest Leroy gave him a look and then Leroy remeberd the words Sterelin had called him, Sexy and hunky. Leroy didn't care if the woman..man whatever the fuck it was he didn't care nor did he care if it wanted what he did at that moment. Leaning forward quickly Leroy moved slightly to the side at the same time so Sterelin should fall into the couch upper body first, hands holding on to his shoulders to hold him still as a growl ratteled his muscled chest while the fire shadowed his movements.
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Ooc: if you want to put it on 'm' now, probably a good idea.
Pouting, Strelein pulled his hands away, crossing his arms like an annoyed teenager. Leroy believed him to be a woman, and apparently a woman who was getting hot for him. The redhead was getting warm, but not the kind of heat that the husky believed. Not that he wasn't interested, oh to the contrary. It's just that there was absolutely no way for Strel to get what it was he wanted from the burly dog. Plus it seemed like the dog had affections for others and Strel's interest was not strong enough to fight, not even close to strong enough for any effort at all. He simply believed Leroy to be quite attractive.
"Who are you calling a wo-" he was interrupted with his body basically being thrown onto the couch and off of the dog's lap. He grunted his displeasure and was about to push himself back up when he felt the pressure against his back. A hand was keeping him flat against the surface of the couch, muzzle looking over the edge of the thing and at the floor. Strel was pretty sure where he was going with this line of actions. Leroy was going to do him, drunk and all. Of course he was confused. Wasn't Leroy straight? That was the strong vibe he'd gotten when the redhead had first met the dog.
"L-Leroy what are you doing?" he asked redundantly, clawing at the couch and causing tears in the old fabric. "Couldn't you fuck whoever had your kids?" he hissed harshly, his emotions mixed about the situation. On one side, he wanted it, on the other, the fact that it was LEROY who was going to do it made him uncertain about it. Was he supposed to be with someone or something? Strel had issues with cheating. Strong issues. He felt there was no reason to cheat, nor any reason to give someone the chance to do so. That was why this was just frustrating.
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The scents and feelings of the drunk were dulled an so strong at the same time, red eyes looking at the back of the startled, sober man. Taking a deep breath Leroy felt wounderful from the sweet burning in his gut that has spread to the rest of his body, unknownly thanks to his company that sparked an exictment inside him. Why? He has no idea and at the moment he doesn't care to think about it.
Lip curled back as Leroy's strong hand held Sterelin into the couch, the sounds of him clawing at the thing went unnoticed. Pushing slightly the patterned male moved the jacket up to expose an press his firm hand into his fur. Standing still helped Leroy to see much better with his good eye, not looking away Leroy had his mind made on how to use his company. Stepping closer Leroy ignored the first statment that the younger one spoke, pressing his hips into the redheaded male's with a pleasurable pressure against his shorts. Everything was so different and maybe for that reason it arouse the husky to do this, making his blood rush the odd scent of the male made him breath in deeply with a growl that vibrated his body.
Leroy handsome form was highlighted from the fires glow as he towered over his friend. " I have no mate, kids dont mean partners. I am not bound to anyone." His smooth sleek voice was harder this time as his throat let out a growl. Useing his tight hand on Sterelin's hip to grab ahold of his shorts, in a swift movement the fabric gave way and ripped slightly and fell away brought a smile to Leroy's lips as well a moaned growl. He didn't care at the moment that this was a male, which is usually odd but Leroy wants to fuck and being that he walked right into his lap he was starting to find Sterelin interesting. "Whats wrong....dont fight" His voice was almost suductive. Leroy left his eyes trail over the exposed flesh with the clothes out of the way, another groan like growl pulled its way passed his lips. That tingleing exictment sent chock waves at the chill of his skin as Leroy pressed his hard member against his soft flesh, not fully hard but well enough at that second.
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The moment that Strel knew he was definitely about to get laid was a little bit after Leroy ripping off his shorts. That just angered the redhead. Unlike some people, he had actually made his own clothes, now this guy was going around destroying hard work? That pair would look repulsive with the stitches it would take to put it back together and wearing ugly clothing was simply out of the question. Craning his neck as much as he could over his shoulder, the redhead glared as harshly as he could at the drunken husky. He knew that there would be no stopping the guy now, not when he was so delicately perched to do his deed.
Feeling the other rub up against him sent shudders up Strel's spine, nails digging further into the cushioned armrest. The heat on his face was growing, as was the fire in his own belly. As sudden and strange as it was, there was no point in denying that the redhead wanted to have sex. Sure the partner was probably the wrong one, but it didn't seem as if Leroy could be swayed with words. And seeing as Strel had no weapons, that pretty much threw out his only chances right there.
Rolling his eyes at the comment of fighting, the redhead could only let forth a rather bitter sounding scoff. Like he had a choice now? Though the bitterness ebbed away over the seductive tone that Leroy had, which simply led to the fire burning hotter inside. However, the moment that Leroy penetrated him, he had to tightly squeeze his eyes shut as well as bite at his lip. If his nails could go further into the armrest, they would have, maybe even to dig into the wood frame. Needless to say, he found the feeling of it all new, and above all, painful as hell.
Tears welled in his eyes. He fought to blink them away, but they kept coming back. No one warned him it would hurt. Then again, he had no one who could have given him the chance to do so. Though thankfully, the pain slowly receded, and it was bearable enough to stand without holding back a sob or two. Soon, too, did it start to feel more pleasurable, instead of leaving Strel to suffer while Leroy enjoyed the sex. The redhead even dared to push back on the dog, instinctively almost. As instinctive as was possible considering this was his first time and his partner was a drunken husky.
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Leroy was doing somthing he has never though about but yet he has very few dreams of this act before and from then on he refused to think about, though the husky does not give a care at the moment. Breathing the heat filled his chest as the smell of everything single thing in the room was soo good, the sweetness of the wine, the warmth of the fire, and the exoict spiceness of the male that makes his skin burn an tingle. Fisting his hand into the young male's back the fur tickled his palm as a long hiss breath of pleasure left his lips, oh the feeling was like nothing he has had before an in that moment all the numbness he was feeling seemed to disappear. Maybe he was drunk but he started a while ago and the heat in his gut from the drink was fading fast.
The tight warmth that closed soo thightly around the husky's member made him moan another gasp of breath, the warm shock pluses that exploded in his gut and lower body. Red eyes looked at the panting body of Sterelin that cried to himself, for a breif second Leroy's manhood plused strongly as it got soo hard very quickly within the redheaded boy. "ahh..oh god yes.." Leroy's sexy smooth voice was almost a whisper before he held Sterelin closer to him, his close pace gained speed as he felt the dryness get better as he moved faster into the boy. OH GOD! Leroy loved this so much a low growl of deep pleasure vibrated his chest as he pulled Sterelin close to him, wait Leroy left the male pushed himself into him and the groan built in his throat. "say it.." Leroy spoke as his hand rubbed and carsses Sterelin's back firmly. Speeding up quickly Leroy smiled devilishly at the sound of their flesh smacking together, his balls poping the redhead's one's as well.
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Ooc: I started laughing when I read your reply, I don't know why haha.
Needless to say, Strel was mostly dry by now. The combination of the physical action and the heat radiating throughout the room from the fire dried off most of the water. His belly was blazing with the heat and the passion of the moment, knowing fully well it would soon evaporate like the liquid that had coated his fur earlier. Strel managed to prop himself up onto his elbows, which now were jamming into the joint between the cushion and the armrest. He was still clawing at couch, though it was more from the pleasure than the pain now. Every so often, a moan would escape him, short and panting.
Those hands on his back weren't helping, nor did Leroy when he pulled Strel even closer to him, were it even possible. He cried out, most definitely not in pain. A longer, more drawn out moan escaped his lips. His breath was more ragged now and was more rapid. "L-Leroy..," he whispered between moans, surprising himself at calling out his 'rapist's' name. It was hard to think of this as rape, enjoying it as much as he was. It had been more unexpected than unwanted, but nonetheless, whatever it was, it was in an unclassifiable gray area. What was he supposed to call it? A sudden consensual rape? That sounded contradictory as well as just stupid. Strel realized briefly that he was having a hard time thinking. Maybe it was the pleasure distracting his mind. If it's this good, why haven't I done it earlier? he questioned to himself, pushing back harder on Leroy.
The dog's question rang through his ears despite the distance between ears and lips. What was he supposed to say? He wasn't entirely sure what the husky wanted him to do. "H-harder..," he cried out, trying to follow his instincts since they'd certainly led him well that day. The noises that reached him, far away and oblivious as his mind was, only made him hotter and harder. Strelein groaned, inside clenching from the pressure. "Leroy, harder..," he ordered, clawing at the long gashes on the armrest.
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The sweet pleased,moaning voice of Sterelin was like music in the strong male's ears. The pace was so woudnerful fast that it made him groan in his breathbut Leroy had no intent to finish this so easly, slamming into the younger male the patterned male didn't think about anything else but the warmth ofhis cock and the never ending pulseing that is cause from the teaseing tightness. Breathing kept him going but this was like a drug he has never tasted before and the mere fact that Sterelin was love it only added to the pleasure that was sobering him up. The loud sexy moans that past the husky's lips were in deep pants, each thrust was so good, the loud smacking of his against Sterelin made him groan itself.
Harder!? Oh how did he love that demand and he licked his lips at the thought of it. His strong legs moved so quickly slamming himself into the young redhead that the couch cried under his force, the floor squeaked with his forceful speedy thrust. Matching Sterel's own thrusts Leroy throw his head back as his closed shut while a loud moan of pleasure escaped him. Holding on tighter Leroy pulled Sterelin to him with hit thrust, his member was soo hard it was almost painful. "Oh Fuck yes Sterel" Looking down Leroy moved his hand around Sterelin's throat to pull his upper body to himself, if his member pulled out its fine Leroy still plays to have fun. Shutting his lips on part of his neck the husky nibbled roughly as he thrusted up against Sterelin. "You do enjoy this." Thrusting again Leroy grabbed Sterelins hand and quickly placed it on his own member as he nibbled roughly again on his throat before thrusting into his hand. "play with it...I know you want it."
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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.
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Leroy's shaggy hair fell in front of his eyes in a shaggy sexy mess as they shadowed the bright passion within his crimson orbs. Holding Strelein close made him groan into the males throat as his licked at nibbled at the tastey skin, this is so funny for someone who didn't want this appeared to be enjoying themselves so much. Moving to the redheads jawline line Leroy smacked his hand onto Strel's ass with a loud pop before moveing to where he was pleaseing himself as well, that deep heat in Leroy's gut was screaming so loud from this totally new feeling that made his maon into the boy's next from strocking his own hard, ugering member. "You...I want to feel in this moment. I wana fuck you Strelein." His strong smooth voice was not grumpy but a mix of rough breaths that was broken up my pleased groans and moans. Grabbing a hold of Strelein's own manhood Leroy stroked it in a way he knew would please him, moveng swiftly as he thrusted his own into the redheads hand before his teased the head. "Tell me, what is that you want me to do, what do you want from me?" Speaking Leroy moved his lips to Strelein's ear before he nibbled on that piece of flesh, stepping closer Leroy pulled the younger male into him as his toned muscled body pressed against the other. Stroking faster Leroy grabbed ahold of his ass again and squessed, teaseing a finger near what he so wanted.
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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.
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sorry for the small delay, slight powerplay. Oh, I can only type a reply when i listen to this
Leroy let him red crimson eye look over the other male before him, the fact his current lover was a male did not matter to him. The silm body and clothes gave slight reminds but this new feeling made him grin, a devilish toothy grin that could almost be scary if his features weren't so handsome. Strelein's words brought a deep growl like pur from his throat, this redhead's words were almost like sweet suger just out of reach. "I am going to fuck you..." That deep smooth voice was once again unusally untouched by the demanding strengh, it wasn't hard but sexy an handsome enough to match.
Leroy wanted to do somthing when the contact between them parted, a slight curl of a lip showed his unhappiness though his healthy crimson eye watched the young male like he was starveing. Tiliting his head Leroy grabbed himself as another heated moan left his lips, oh this was very nice to watch. All open be for the husky he licked his lips as that knot in his gut jumped at the sight, the heat tingled his hand as he pleased himself at the sight of Strelein fucking himself. Whatever was holding the patterned male back was quickly thrown away when the redhead spoke, oh those words were all an yet nothing he needed to hear. Closeing in Leroy quickly removed Sterelin's fingers before slamming himself fullying inside, arms firmly grabbing onto his legs the husky pounded into the tight warm place like a mad man. "Hard..hard enough" The sounds of flesh slamming together was the only thing that filled his ears, the heat in him was so strong as he jerked Strelein to him with each powerful thrust that make his legs flex untill the muscle was easy to see. Smiling at the cries from his lover Leroy only moved faster as his own breath was rapid as he moaned loudly with each powerful thrust that made him grunt, Strelein threw his hand back as his upper body laid back for a moment before Leroy jerked Strelein so his ass hung off the couch slightly. "my..fucking...god." He was going soo fast, it was sooo hard, and ohmy god was he sooo tight!! That knot was ready to explode as he pounded into him while he could only hear moans from them both and a plusing from within.
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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.
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When everything was done and over, that is when Leroy let out a load moan as he released himself within Strelein as the heated feeling in his gut exploded to every part of his body as it sudden felt hot and relaxed. Panting in heavy breaths Leroy didn't pay attention to the redheaded male that he just fucked that is now clinging to him. That was somthing soo new to him and for a breif, split second he couldn't believe he did that and then again he did not care. Standing still they lare black and white male tried to breath more normally as his heart beat filled his ears while his legs were wobbly for a moment under his own weight, god that was so much fun. Looking down at Strelein his face was at a inbetween, it was still relaxed from the drink but that hard look was in his eyes. A liquid made him shut his left eye, without noticeing or feeling it Leroy had opened his eye and so the thick scabs that mauls it ripped back open have blood drip down his face.
"Shit..." Moving a hand to his face he pressed in over his eye as he looked down ar Strelein who was speaking into his chest, watching him through his long lashes as well his wet bangs that need to be recut. Tilting his head barely the husky chuckled slightly. "If you say so, though this never leave us.." The word 'never' has a very deep hint of danger behind it and that was somthing he meant. "I don't see why your complaining...you look well sounded pretty happy" Smiling slighlty he removed his hand to find it covered with the warm liquid that was starting to burn on his eye.
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Furrowing his brows, the redhead looked up only to widen his eyes and push off from the other male. He was bleeding for god's sake! Strelein began to panic a little bit, having not noticed the damaged eye from the beginning. He blamed it on the flickering firelight, providing dim enough illumination. "Your eye is bleeding!" he cried out, scrambling for his now ruined pants. His body protested, feeling rather painful after their previous actions. It felt like Strel had been put through his paces rather mercilessly. He briefly paused, staring at the material, before ripping off a lower portion of it. It was still wet enough to do for the moment, though Strelein felt he would need to go out into the rain and dampen it later. The cloth was jammed into one of the husky's hands. The redhead hoped that the dog would be sober enough to understand what he needed to do with the material in his grip.
A dark look crossed his features, but the younger male doubted the still intoxicated Leroy would have noticed it. Strel vocalized an old proverb, "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade." There was a bit more added bitterness in the tone than he had thought would have been there. "It isn't like I had much of a choice at the time, Leroy." Refusing to look at the dog, the redhead dropped himself down on the couch, no longer giving the other any physical contact. Arms crossed over his chest, he stared at the logs crackling under the heat of the fire. "You don't want anyone to know? Know that you basically raped me?" he hissed, feeling rather bitter about it all despite having enjoyed it. It seemed like Leroy was going to act rather differently than Strel would have thought he deserved. He did not know what to call this. Rape? Consensual rape? Was that even rape then? "So basically you get to keep your dignity and I walk away with.... nothing?" He knew he was being melodramatic and hypocritical. Leroy would point out again how he had enjoyed it, that there had been nothing wrong. Strelein just wanted to bitch for a little bit.
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