Co-written @ToTheGrahve and @Dehstruction
Mentions @Qhuinn_BDBFM
Crhis:
[Pushing open the door to the room I used to share with Vincent, I disarmed, cleared and did a quick cleaning of my weapons before locking them up. Normally I'd take my time cleaning each piece as a way to keep my mind off the one who invaded my waking moments. Those piercing blue and green eyes, tall and broad of shoulder, corded muscles that bulged and flexed with strength, all tied into a V that only drew the eye lower and left nothing to the imagination of what lie concealed behind tight leathers…..
Shaking the thought from my mind with a growl I half cut off, I paused only long enough to glance over at the empty bed across the room and remind myself that Vincent was no longer a working concern for any of my outbursts. The night had been undeniably rough, even for us. Too many of the Brothers took a on the last rotation, V and Murhder taking the worst of the night's tally. #Phury was on point though, his Chosen were lined up to offer feedings to those in need. Wrath put a hold on rotation until further notice as well as training and classes.
Didn't mean the facilities were off limits. The target range was welcoming and that was when I hit up Grahve for some target practice. The male was a crack shot and then some. When we finished littering the floor with casings we agreed to clean up and hit the Iron Mask for a change of scenery. That was why the hurry-up-n-wait on cleaning my pieces.
A quick shower and clean clothes 20 minutes later, my feet hit the path to Grahve's door.] Yo, G. You ready?
Grahve:
There was definitely a plus to having my own room. For one, walking around buck ass nude after a shower was excellent. Two, I had more room to spread out. So while my rumpled bed sheets and drooled on pillow sat to one side, the neatly made bed on the other held my outfit. You can take the word ‘outfit’ with a grain of salt, by the way.
I wasn’t what you’d call ‘fashion savvy’, what with clothes being one hundred percent the last thing I ever worried about while travelling the world. So long as I had some on my back and covering the fun bits, that was fine with me.
What had blown me away was that trainees actually got a salary from the Brotherhood. On top of being incredible fighters, they also acknowledged that if you were going to risk your neck for the race and learn how to blow shit up while being shot at, you probably deserved some funds on the side. Can we say ‘Legends’?
I hadn’t exactly done much with said salary though. The odd new piece or tech to upgrade my weapons, sure. Otherwise? Nada. Until the clothes. And wouldn’t you know it, apparently the doggen were thrilled to help out with this. It was some magical doggen (probably Fritz) that had somehow gotten my measurements and purchased not one but FIVE sets of black jeans, several shirts, tanks and dress shirts, all in varying shades of black, grey, white, and interestingly, green. Like, a dark green.
It was the green I donned tonight, with a white tank underneath, and the black (duh) jeans. Shit kickers laced, hair mussed and grinning like a tool, I yanked open the door for Crhis a few seconds after he knocked.
“Let’s do this! I don’t think I’ve been out since Gangnam Style was a thing. Did Lassiter ever hear about that one? Surprised it didn’t get blasted through the manse six times a day. You look good by the way.”
‘Good’ was probably an understatement. Crhis looked edible. I wondered if the doggen shopped for him, then stopped shy of asking. Crhis probably had style before he got to the manse.
Crhis: [A laugh, genuine, and freeing of sorts, burst past my lips.] Gangnam is old school shit. It has its place I guess. Let's just hope Lassiter doesn't follow us down there with a serenade escort.
[An’ holy fuck.. as I took in the male, Grahve was decked out in some slick threads. The male made shit look good. I was taken aback a little by his compliment but covered with a smirk.]
Thanks man, just casual prowling attire. I'm ready to let fucking loose. [The pit of my stomach clenched at the little reminder hidden in the back of my mind on the specifics of /why/ we were both dressed to attract attention: I needed to get my mind free of Qhuinn. The friendship Grahve and I forged was a gift from the Scribe, it just took me a while to see it. Shifting my focus to the plan ahead, I tossed a grin to my partner and dematted to the Iron Mask.]
Grahve:
I was hot on Crhis’ molecular heels as we ghosted down to the Iron Mask. It almost felt weird to be out on the streets of Caldwell and /not/ feel like a walking armory, but here we were, both looking good and ready to play instead of kill.
Appearing in the alley beside the club, we stepped out and beelined it for the door. Security took one look at us and nodded, stepping aside to let us pass. The heavy thump of the music, the kind that threatened to change the very rhythm of your heart, greeted us as we paused on the threshold, taking it, and every human, in. I whistled long and low.
“Damn, sometimes I forget just how intense these places get,” I mutter, knowing full well Crhis would hear me. “Why not just make clothing optional?” I add, eyeing a few human men and women that were wearing, if you believed the labels, clothing. Scraps was probably closer to accurate.
Gliding past the dancefloor and its assortment of depravities to take a private table, with a view, I flagged down the waitress with a winning smile. She dimpled, taking in a deep breath that lifted her cleavage at least two inches.
“Sweetheart, can I please get ten shots of whatever you wanna surprise me with.”
“Sure thing,” she purred, looking to Crhis. She tried to be subtle in the up and down glance, but there was only so much subtlety involved when you were eyefucking someone to within an inch of their life. “Are there more of you coming?”
“No doll. They’re all for us. In fact, if you see us both sitting here with empty glasses, probably a good idea to just bring another round, cool?”
I didn’t wait for her to answer, instead sliding into the booth and sinking into the leather with a happy sigh. Happy if I didn’t imagine what exactly could end up on these leather seats…
“Hope you didn’t mind that drink order. You hunting yet?” I muse conversationally, eyeing my partner as he watched the dancefloor.
I didn’t blame the waitress for visually devouring him; he looked edible. She wasn’t the only one to notice either. Sitting at a private table and looking like Crhis did, you could see every man and woman for ten feet considering their prospects for the evening. If the male wanted to forget about the past, he was going to have more than enough distractions for the night.
Crhis: [The fresh air of Caldwell was instantly missed the second we passed over the threshold and into the club. The mass of writhing bodies reminded me of a headless snake whose carcass was still enjoying motion. Add in some oppressive heat, both of temperature and human hormones, thumping noise that vibrated the very air and you'd have the Iron Mask in all it's appeal. My wingman was spot on with his verbal assessment.] Got that right. Wonder if they ever air the place out.
[The waitress wasn't bad on the eyes but a little more suggestive than I was hungry for at the moment. Though I wasn't here to turn down a free offer either and settled in the private section reserved for the VIPs. As Grahve dished out the liquid order, I spent the moment seeking out something I could start with. And there was a lotta fish to choose from.] Nah man, it’s all good. I might have died of thirst if you weren't with me.
[I flashed the male a smirk and continued perusing the live menu, picking out a few appeteasers. The waitress came back lickitysplit, popping the shots down left and right, her heavily made up eyes dragging over Grahve and then focusing on me. The rubberband she called a shirt was definitely getting more of a work out than Gold’s Gym and 24 Hour Fitness combined. A little suck n’ fuck with a side of mind scrub might do for starters.] I am so def hunting…
Grahve:
Flashing a smile of thanks to the waitress, I eyed Crhis as he made a sexual grocery list. Reaching for the first shot, I threw it back without waiting, swallowing the burn with relish.
“Just a heads up, if you don’t help me drink these, I /am/ going to drink them all myself.”
And that was about all the warning the male was getting as I grabbed up another glass.
“Have you decided on any front runners? I mean,” I grinned, lifted the shot in a toast and downed it as well, “...is there a type you’re running for? I’m also new to the idea of wingman signals so you may need to run over a few with me,” I add, winking over at my partner and thoroughly enjoying myself.
Finding targets with Crhis? No problem. Finding one night stands? Well… it wasn’t gonna be for lack of volunteers at least, so maybe all I needed to do was sit back, smile and wave as he plowed his way through the Iron Mask? And hey, I was /totally/ fine with that. If my job at the end of the night was to carry his sex stained drunk ass back to the manse, I would. I’m just that good a friend.
Crhis: No ya don't. [Growling in teasing irritation at the threat to be left dry before I'd found the right dish, I reached over and grabbed a shot, shotgunned it, slid the empty aside and grabbed another. The liquid shot hit my gut with a spread of warmth that lasted all of 3 seconds. One or two more and it wouldn't even register.
A pair of C cups strapped into some fake leather mini-vest and skirt caught my eye. And apparently I'd caught hers.]
Yeah, man. 8 o’clock, with the long red hair. [She was tall without the aid of heels, and when my gaze made it back to her eyes, she knew she was hooked and I was doing the reelin’ in. The female slowly made her way free and headed toward the bar, and the private bathrooms, looking over her shoulder only once.]
If I'm not back in 10, order another round. This first one won't take long. [I grabbed up two more shots and barely tasted the burn that rode my throat like I was about to do to the redhead.]
Grahve:
‘This first one.’
I bit back a smile as I shook my head, grabbing another shot as I watched the male stalk after the female like a lion after a gazelle. She sure as shit wasn’t gonna be frolicking across the sahara after this.
“Hey honey, you want some company?”
Glancing up and to the side, all I saw was chest. Lots of it. Barely clad chest. Which matched the barely clad hips. In fact, I was willing to bet both strips of material that encircled her waist and her cleavage were in fact identical. Can we say hourglass?
“That chair happens to be taken,” I murmur, tilting my head toward Crhis’ seat. “However, my lap is free?” I offer with a charming smile that was only slightly undercut by the devil in my eyes. Whoops?
She took the hint, smiling as she turned and lowered that shapely rear into my lap. Her scent wasn’t obnoxious like so many others here; she’d put just enough to compliment herself and no more. My nose could appreciate the consideration. Her hair was an auburn mane, silky smooth, and now that she was settled right over the most interested part of me and off those heels, I knew she barely reached my chest. I’d never thought myself the type to play with dolls yet here I was…
“What’s your name, sweetheart?”
She bat her lashes and smiled. “Cherise. Yours?”
“Gray,” I replied smoothly, pulling on an old name from a long dead past. “And do you charge, Cherise?”
She swat my chest with a playful harumph, still smiling. “No, sugar. I like to find the interesting ones and see what happens.”
“You think I’m interesting?”
“I think you ignored every single set of eyes that came your way to focus on your friend. Oh wait,” a look dawned on her face, “are you into him?”
Crhis: [My feet crossed the floor space, dodging bodies and a bouncer, after the redhead and met the tall female in the dimly lit hallway. Without a word or a second glance she pushed the door open and I followed her in. Half a second was all it took for the female to turn and drop to her knees, peeling my zipper down to free my thick cock and go to work. Hot wet lips wrapped around my head as I let out a hiss, clamping my mouth closed to keep my fangs from doing a show-n-tell and let my head drop back for a few deep strokes.
Which turned out to be a mistake. Blue and green eyes danced behind my lids, attached to Red’s mouth; all that was missing was his scent. And the way his hands knew how to work an orgasm from my balls. Yeah, no. This wasn't gonna work the way I wanted it to, but I was still gonna let one loose. Easing the female back up with a sexy grin, I spun her around and laced an arm about her waist, pushing my hard cock up under her barely-there mini skirt. Thank fuck she wasn't the gabby-type, and she still qualified for a brainwash chaser before I was done tucking myself in. Standard Protocol.
Well whad-ya-know, no panties. Imagine that. My cock slid through her drenched folds until my shaft was buried balls deep, then deeper, pushing the air out of her lungs. Nothing about the next five minutes was slow or clean. My hips hammered hard and furiously, the female’s gasps and moans echoing off the walls of the tiny room enough to elicit the only DND needed.
Fuck she was tight, her pussy clenched and sucked my dick with as much talent as her mouth, her juices dripping down my shaft to my balls. Those bright green eyes looked up at me in the mirror and all I could think of was she wasn't who I wanted. But fuck that notion. Fuck any of it. I was here to fuck and drink. And I'd already had a drink. I added to the growing mess, my balls tightening and sending my release as I pulled roughly from the female and coated her ass and pussy with a deep groan.
Before Red could ask for my name and number, I scrubbed her mind, replaced it with a wild ride with a random tatted biker-type that ended on /her/ terms, tucked myself back in and slid out before she realized she was alone.]
Grahve:
“What?” I laughed, shaking my head. Even as images of Crhis, and Q, danced through my head. Half naked. “No, we’re partners.”
“Oh, like Cops?” I felt her tense the whole way through. Smiling a lazy smile, I reclined a little further in the seat, shifting her in my lap so she could rub over my crotch. It was a pleasant weight, the friction making me momentarily forget about waiting for Crhis to return.
“Cops are no fun, but I am.”
Signalling the waitress, I ordered another round, as well as a drink for my new lap warmer. She preened under the attention, accepting the drink and downing it in one go. As she set down the glass, I parted my lips to comment only for her mouth to find mine, her tongue slipping in and letting me taste the fruity cocktail, mixing with Goose. And of course, Crhis returned.
Breaking off the kiss, I licked my lips and grinned over at the male. Though I had a pretty good idea what he’d been up to in the bathroom, he did not look satisfied. His eyes did another sweep of the floor, looking for his next meal as I tilted my head, stroking a hand down Cherise’s bare side like she was a lap cat. Later, I’d make her purr.
“Have another drink. You look like that didn’t help at all.” Nudging a glass closer to the male, I then indicated the brunette in my lap with a charming smile. “Cherise, this is Crhis. Maybe you could help keep his lap warm too?” I offer, looking up into her eyes with a cajoling smile, not at all surprised when she pressed a kiss to my lips then looked to my partner with an equally hungry look.
“A girl really can be spoilt for choice, huh?”
Crhis: [Prowling back to the VIP section, I passed up offers left and right. I don't indulge in the overly drunk or strung-out, or the females who's scent says they're fertile. Yeah, not adding to the population with a rat. Hard pass. I'd rather my balls turn blue and rot off, thanks.
Zeroing in on our table, a small smirk turns my lip at the prospect my partner hasn't been lonely while I've been away. My own mini-tryst was less than satisfying, and I was beyond hungry at this point. The little cherry sitting in Grahve's lap looked better than the crumb I'd just had.
I flashed the female a bright smile, hiding fangs and lifted the drink G sent sliding my way in cheers.]
N’ who said you had to choose, sweetheart?
[Hell, I was game to tag team the female if my partner was down. Two was always better than one.]
Grahve:
Well /hello/. I hadn’t even thought of it that way, but now that Crhis had dropped the thought in my mind I couldn’t shake it. Looking up at Cherise, I didn’t need to be a mind reader to know she was hands down all in on ‘that’ particular plan. Here she’d been thinking she might just get one of us; now we were offering two.
“My companion makes a good point,” I agree huskily, leaning forward to brush my lips against her bare skin. “No one said you had to choose.”
Cherise shivered at the attention and the prospect, her eyes half lidded as she gave Crhis a sinful smile.
“Mmm, you two must be good partners. I think I will need help finding my way to the bathroom. Can you show me where it is?”
Chuckling softly, I finished off my series of drinks, throwing back each shot one after the other. The burn was gone and I felt good. Warm. Light. Free. Shooting Crhis a grin and a wink, I slid my hand under Cherise backside and helped her off my lap. From what I could feel, her panties were lace and damp already.
“Lemme show you the way sweetheart. Hate for you to get lost.”
Crhis: Smooth, G. [Grahve was the only one who heard me, I made sure and waited as he tossed back a Benjamin's worth of shots and get a little handsy with the female. From the looks of it, my partner was pleased with what he felt, and that was good enough for me.
Cherry… Charli.. Cherise-whatever her name was all for playing ball in our game which made it a sweeter deal.]
Two is way better than one when its us, gorgeous. We never disappoint.
[I stepped back and played escort to the private restrooms, watching the way the female's hips swayed while my cock grew hard and thick behind my jeans.]
Grahve:
We were barely through the door and she had my shirt off. Far be it for me to complain, but I stopped her short of disrobing me completely. My hands found hers, pinning them above her head as I backed her into a wall, growling softly. The shiver that ran through her was all desire as she bit her lip, leaning in to tempt me into a kiss.
My jeans barely contained my arousal as I licked at the inside of her mouth, her tongue dancing with mine before I broke off and spun her. Facing Crhis, she reached for him, drawing him closer as I watched over her shoulder. He was all kinds of ready to rock n’ roll, his fly doing an admirable job at having kept his hard on contained so far.
Tearing my gaze from Crhis, and Cherise’s hands eagerly unbuttoning the top of his jeans, I ran my eyes down her back, sliding my hands around the curves of her breasts and waist. Without a thought I indulged my curiosity, sliding up the material of her skirt to reveal panties of a dark lace and satin. They were going to make this floor look /great/.
With a gentle hand I parted her thighs, widening her stance as she bent over and ran her tongue over my partner’s length. Fire burned through me, my cock hard and ready as I freed it from the denim prison. Sliding the lace material sideways, I couldn’t help but look up, meeting Crhis’ eyes again as I pressed myself to her slick, wet entrance and pushed in. I tried to swallow the groan that rose in my throat, eyes half lidded as I sank in all the way.
Crhis: [The little face time Grahve was getting with the female was more of a turn-on than it should have been; I wouldn't be surprised if I ended up with a lasting impression of the backside of my zipper on my cock for a while after all was said and done. When they finally came up for air, Cherise turned and wasted no time in giving me a taste of my partner.
The soft growl against her mouth made her pant and with that small break I eased her south with a gentle push, her quick nimble fingers peeled my jeans loose to free my arousal and then she was all kinds of hot wet mouth. My fingers did a lock ‘n-twist into the female's hair, tugging her in tight and smooth about the time Grahve's eyes rolled back as he sunk balls deep.
Spit roast trainee style never looked so good. Two strokes in and we'd built a rhythm between us over a pile of Cherise's fine threads decorating the floor. Slurping and gagging from between my thighs met with the wet slapping from the other end, the scent of sex thick enough to eat wrapped around us all.]
Grahve:
I’d never done this before. That said, I looked forward to doing it again. ASAP.
The female was hot, wet and tight, three of my favorite things. Gripping her hips firmly I picked up the pace, Crhis matching me as I pistoned in and out of her. My cock throbbed, balls aching to release even as I held off, drawing out this moment for as long as possible.
Looking up from the brunette’s slender back, I couldn’t help but watch my partner. If I’d thought he looked good decked in nice threads and prowling the floor, he was fucking glorious now. His head tilted back, the hard ridges of his hips just visible above Cherise’s bobbing head, the shirt just high enough to tease with the abs he was rocking.
And before my brain could stop itself, I was thinking of Qhuinn, of Crhis and Qhuinn, and the sight the pair of them would make together. My hips bucked of their own accord as I groaned, the mental picture pushing me closer to the edge than I’d wanted to be. Sweet fuck, the hell was wrong with me?
Cherise’s body clenched around me as she sucked and swallowed around Crhis, and as I watched, I lost whatever rational thinking my brain had left. My eyes stayed locked on the male as I thrust harder, letting go of the inhibitions and the tiny voice telling me I was crazy.
So fucking what? If this was crazy, that was cool. Pass me a fucking straight jacket.
My climax rocked through me as I released, baring my fangs as I swallowed down a growl that would’ve made our human friend go running. The frantic thrust of my hips slowed, milking the last of the ecstasy as I watched my partner come to a similar finish, panting hard.
Crhis: [Holy fuck, this female could suck a bowling ball through a garden hose and call back for seconds the way she was working my length. And who was I to deny what a pretty lady asks for. The tip of her tongue worked circles and then some around my tip, urging my release up from my balls with a little help from her petite hands.
Scribe strike me down if the look on Grahve's face didn't have my mind working overtime on shit I really didn't need on my plate right now. Like how fucking good he looked as he pumped his load into Cherise. It was erotic enough to let my own load loose down the female's tight throat with a barely restrained growl, eyes locked on Grahve in barely contained hunger.]
Grahve:
As the three of us came to a climactic standstill I panted, finally ripping my gaze from Crhis’ and looking down. Easing myself out of the female, I drew the flimsy material of her panties back into place and pulled down her skirt. Tucking myself back in as she licked Crhis clean, she then brought herself upright on shaky legs.
Without thinking I wiped her mind before she could say a word. Whatever thought provoking comment she’d been about to throw out died on her tongue as she blinked, first at me, then at Crhis. Replacing the last thirty minutes with something vague about a really good threesome, I grabbed my shirt and brushed past Crhis, unable to meet the male’s eyes now as I beelined it for the door.
Shit. Fuck. Shit.
The little voice was back. And boy, was he unimpressed.
The last thing I wanted to do was fuck up whatever friendship I had with the male. I’d already nearly jeopardised it without even knowing, sleeping with Qhuinn, and now here I was, imagining what the pair of them would be like. My self preservation instincts were clearly faulty.
Pushing back out into the noise of the club, I paused to get my bearings again, the multiple shots and orgasmic high throwing my scattered brain for a tiny loop. Someone pressed against me, their hands exploring my bare skin, and with a soft growl I disengaged and kept moving toward the door.
Crhis: [My chest heaved with each breath, and thankfully Grahve had the forethought to give Cherise a nice memento of our time because I was doing all kinds of math in my head: how many ways I could make the male cum before sunrise. Only my partner didn't get the same homework. I was so one-track minded right now only the scent of Lessers could have derailed me.
Grahve's backside flashed past me as I reached out and grabbed at him, the light and noise erupting around us a background haze as his growl only fueled my already high sexual need. I gave chase with a quiet growl of my own and caught the male before he made it too far toward the sea of bodies and leaned him back into the wall.
Grahve's scent was still thick in my nose, and the hint still fresh enough on my tongue I wanted a first hand taste for myself. As I leaned in for that taste, the male brushed free of my hold and headed for the door.
And Scribe be damned if I was going to let him walk away like that. Hotfooting it after Grahve, I caught him by the arm again with a low growl and pulled him into the closest semi-private hallway, pinning him with my body. Not giving my partner a second chance to leave, I covered the male's surprised mouth with my own, licking deep as my hips ground against his.]
Crhis smelt good, and he tasted even better. In my liquor riddled brain, I was shocked I was experiencing either. When your imagination comes to life, it’s always a bit of a shock.
He stole any exclamation of surprise with the kiss, the warm weight of his body pressing me against the wall. A willing hostage. For a second, maybe more, I didn’t think. I simply melted under the male’s touch and parted my lips, kissing him harder, deeper. When he broke the kiss I was gasping. My body was on fire. And I wanted more.
“Well… uh…” I swallowed and managed a lopsided grin. “That was… unexpected.” Looking around the hall, taking in the throbbing music, the barely clad bodies and total lack of privacy. I looked back to the male still holding me in place. “I’d like to do it again… just not here.”
Crhis: [Hell yes. The moment was as unexpected and more with all the guilt left behind. Or not quite. But fuck it. Yeah, I did have a few flashes of Qhuinn and Grahve, but I also had flashes of Qhuinn with other males and females alike. He'd made his choice, while it felt like salt poured in an open wound, I thought I was doing a pretty damn good job of self-medicating. So yeah, fuck it.
Grahve was no longer fighting against my hold but rather giving in and clinging on, and it was fritzing me but good. My body was still strung high and tight, juiced for another round that only one of our kind could handle without hospitalization. A nip to his lip and my tongue slid over my own as a low half chuckle half growl came out between us at his words.]
As would I. [I won't lie, I surprised myself with the admission. Before Qhuinn, I had not thought of bedding males regularly; the mismatched brother had awoken something in me that hungered for him more than anyone. Not to say that Grahve was not a hot looking male because he was, in every sense. And right now he was going to get even hotter.]
So let's take this somewhere more private. Like the dorms. [All I was focused was getting back to where there were no prying eyes and far less clothes.]
Grahve:
Beam me up Scotty. I was more than down for that, to the point I had to remind myself not to demat right then and there. Leaning in to steal a last, quick kiss, I grinned then bolted for the door, not bothering to put my shirt back on. After all, it was either going to be gone or destroyed in about two minutes anyway. Why add to the mess?
Hitting the open air of the street with Crhis hot on my heels, I strode to the first alley amid a few wolf whistles and catcalls. I barely heard them, pausing only to make sure the shadows had no prying eyes before I was ghosting out. My molecules moved faster than they had in a long time, my body taking shape again outside the manse and training grounds entrance.
I had all of a heartbeat to look around and confirm there was no one else here before Crhis was there, his scent all around me, and his hands all over me. Uh, yes please?
I had no idea how we navigated our way to the rooms, because for the life of me, all I was aware of was my partner, the feel of him against me, the intense flavor of him on my tongue. My hands did their own exploration, and Scribe damn me if I didn’t want to follow in their wake, with my eyes, my lips and my tongue.
“These clothes’ve gotta go,” I mutter, dragging at the male’s threads before tearing at the shirt, revealing smooth, perfect skin beneath. I growled softly in appreciation, wanting more as my cock strained against my jeans.
Crhis: [The cold night air did little to calm my heated blood as I scattered molecules and followed Grahve back to the compound, bursting through the dorm room doors with as much grace and stealth as a herd of bull elephants in full rut. Kicking the door closed behind us, hands made grabs for clothes: my shirt -Grahve's was already decorating the floor, and who knew denim made such a nice sound when shredded?
Boots hit the woodwork in all directions while our mouths and fangs tangoed the same way as our naked bodies made a haphazard stager toward the bed; the tang of blood and sweet sting of a fang across my lip earned Grahve a low growl and a shove back onto the bed.
Falling over the male and caging him under me, my hips shifted and ground into his; my balls achingly full and tight, the tip of my cock dripping along Grahve's with each passing move between us.]
Get up on your knees. [The command was delivered with a heated gaze and a low growl, accompanied by a bite to Grahve's shoulder.]
Grahve:
I'd never gotten naked this fast in my life. And I was all for setting a new speed record on the regular if this Male was involved. As he ground down on me I moaned, the sound aching with longing. My fingers clawed at his back, wanting more, my cock painfully hard between us.
It was an order, and contrary to popular belief, I was /so/ not opposed to taking it. In the confines of Crhis’ powerful arms I shifted, rolling onto my stomach. With deliberate flare I lifted my hips, slow, grinding and rubbing against my partner as I rested back against his body. The place he'd bitten me ached pleasantly, and I had a feeling I was in for more of the same with the Male dominating this little session.
Looking back over my shoulder, I growled softly, the barest hint of challenge and defiance. He was glorious to look at, and I could feel the raw, hard heat of him pressed against me.
“Any other way you want me?”
Crhis: [It was about all I could do to keep from dropping nut right there; the sight of that firm hard ass propped up and ready just like that had my hand wrapping around my cock as if I could stall the out come. Pun totally intended.]
This'll do.. for starters. [Grinning and running my free hand up Grahve's back I leaned in to scrape fangs over his flesh, my hips doing a back and forth teasing dance move. Slick precum coated enough of the both of us it didn't take much more pressure before I was balls deep with a heavy groan and dropping over the male's back, fangs biting into Grahve's shoulder.]
Grahve:
My lips parted in a soundless cry as the male sank deep into me, my body stretching and adjusting with pleasurable pain that was quickly replaced with just pleasure. Bucking back against him, I rolled my hips and groaned.
I clung onto some semblance of self control as the male sank his fangs into me, my cock twitching against my stomach.
After all, I had a feeling this was only the beginning, and I wasn’t about to give it all up quite so soon…
Crhis: [Holy shit.. my balls were sucked tight, ready to explode. Gripping Grahve's hips and holding on, each breath sawed in and out of my lungs, sending my six-chambered heart into overdrive. Blood thundered through my veins, each beat like a marching step that got closer, louder and louder with each thrust of my hips. Thud.. thud.. Thud.. thud.. Thud.. thud…]
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