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Bar Crossed Lovers (AparinaAkumu and LustfulSins)

Kethras can relate to choosing to be away from family, though his own family is more or less adopted. Still, for a shorter to choose to be away from their home pack, something terrible must have happened. Kethras' experience with shifters is they're very family-oriented.

The casual question about his living arrangements makes Kethras grin. No sane person would invite a stranger home on the first night of meeting unless they were looking to hook up. And despite how casual Corbin sounds, Kethras is almost certain that's the reason behind his question. "I've got a small apartment, though it's fairly bare, currently. It suits its purpose, though."

Their food arrives then, and Kethras immediately digs into his chili cheese fries. He eats several bites slowly, as though testing the flavor. "Mm, very good. The chili is a bit on the mild side, but still good."
 
Corbin nodded to the response, though inside he wondered if that meant Kethras was rebuting his offer or instead offering an alternative. He decided not to ask, especially as their food arrived. He politely asked for a few extra napkins and began undoing his gloves with his fingers. It was quick work and soon enough the white coverings were to the side and he had a napkin across his lap.

His hands were relatively normal. Nails a tad longer and sharper than expected but nothing that would truly catch the eye. They weren't proper claws. His nails just grew in quickly every trim and he liked the shape to be almond instead of rectangular. It was more efficient. Besides, his nails barely passed his finger tips and proved no issue in handling things.

As he ate he hummed softly in a pleased sound. Since his own mouth was full he nodded to Kethras and waited to respond a moment. Once clear, he spoke again.

"I enjoy it. I'm not the biggest fan of spicy foods," he admitted before taking another bite. He was enjoying this so far, and despite his earlier teasing he did intend to pay for dinner.
 
Kethras watches Corbin remove his gloves, eyes examining the details of his hands, and the shape of his nails. Interesting, that he keeps his nails so well cared for, but then hides his hands. It certainly intrigues Kethras. The comment on not being a fan of spicy foods is stored in the back of his mind. Note to self, no Mexican restaurants.

"So why do you wear gloves?" Kethras is blunt in his question, eyes on Corbin as he eats. No question danced around is ever answered. Kethras believes in being straightforward. He also doesn't believe the gloves to be a part of Corbin's work uniform.
 
Corbin looked to his hands while he chewed, and glanced around a bit before a smile crept onto his race. Once he was sure no one was looking, he moved his hand slightly. It was a practiced movement and something he had to do for his own abilities. It was an equal exchange with how he had learned to use his power, unlocking a special ability.

At the hard to see movement of his hand the condensation of both glasses on the table moved to form an even layer over the cups. Immediately he twitched his other hand to freeze them into a perfect, yet very thin, layer around the glasses. Before anyone else had the chance to see, however, it melted and formed the usual rings around the bottom of the glasses.

By then he had swallowed his bite of food so picked up his burger again. "I can't do that with them on. Makes things a bit easier on me," he confessed. Unfortunately he had been raised practicing specifically healing so his powers were never fully controlled. He paused before taking another bite of his burger and shook his head at a thought.

"I never fully got the hang of it, is more honest. But wearing gloves seems to be all it takes to hold back so I do that," then as he looked at Kethras his mind went a little south again. With another gentle smile he chuckled and added, "I mean, I don't need them for a few activities." With that and a quick wink he took another bite of his food.
 
Kethras watches with growing interest as the faint movement changes the nature of the condensation on the glass. Such a unique skill, one he hasn't seen in.. far too long. The ability to manipulate the elements without the need to trace runes is very rare. Kethras nods his head, impressed. Even those that can manipulate the elements with great skill rarely ever master them, though, so when Corbin says he never fully got the hang of it, Kethras is not surprised. Then Corbin makes a very obvious comment, and Kethras laughs.

"You're not one for subtlety, hm?" Kethras doesn't blame him; he's also starting to lose patience with this supposed societal norm of a flirting game. He moves his left foot to the seat between Corbin's thighs, the toe of his boot lightly nudging the young man's groin. Kethras is done with subtlety. "We both know how this night will end, shall we take the remainder of our meal home?"

Kethras flags down the waitress and asks for the bill and two take home boxes. When she returns with it and a machine, the albino swipes his card before Corbin can protest. "You did tell me to buy you dinner first." Kethras smirks, packing up the remainder of his chili cheese fries.
 
Corbin was a little surprised as the man across from him laughed. It was a nice sound, one that he wanted to hear more than the pleasant chuckles the two had been exchanging. After all he did enjoy making a partner laugh. But that seemed to be getting ahead of himself, for all he knew this man was the type to have some fun separate from looking at something serious. The wolf couldn't blame him, he needed a little release as well. His last couple ruts were tough on him alone.

He was brought out of a fog he hadn't realized he entered when he felt gentle pressure on his groin. It made him sit up a little and blink as a slight blush crept into his cheeks. He hadn't been expecting something so bold, despite his own comments. He did also try to argue as Kethras paid but when his own words were tossed back he smiled and pulled out a decent tip for the woman who had served them. He wrapped the remainder of his burger and sipped a little more tea as he pulled his gloves on. Just before following the man to the motorbike.

"Since you paid," he stated as they prepared to take leave, "why don't we use my place?" His blue eyes were occasionally flickering over the man before him. His heart a little sped up as he considered his dry season when it came to this, and just how long it had been since he bedded anyone. Though with how the albino snake was it seemed Corbin wouldn't be able to fully take charge. Not that he minded that really.
 
Outside at his bike, Kethras pulls out the spare helmet again, passing it to Corbin. This time, he helps the wolf shifter fasten it, as it had taken him a bit of struggle the previous time. No doubt because of the gloves. Then he stores their packed food in the seat. Once they're comfortable on the bike, Corbin behind him again, Kethras turns his head slightly. "You'll have to guide me again."

Once again, Kethras drives faster than he probably should. However, he's clearly skilled, as his bike driving is very safe. Following Corbin's directions, they arrive at his home quite quickly. Kethras waits until Corbin dismounts the bike before getting off himself. "I take it you live alone, Corbin?"
 
Corbin did feel a bit comfortable with this encounter being in his home. It was where he knew the most, and in case of anything happening he would have the advantage. Defensive instinct was not ideal for someone when seriously attempting hook up culture.

He directed Kethras as the bike moved. It was speedy, but Corbin felt comfortable. In a pinch, he could remove one glove and soften their landing. Just have to do it in a way that kept any onlookers from realizing what happened.

His thoughts weren't there though. They were on the man in front of him. The wolf was no stranger to hooking up but he was out of practice. His last experience with a human had left him determined never to fall for one again. He had even lost interest in pursuing them. Humans were too fragile, but also terrified of things they didn't understand.

As they arrived he felt himself relax. His home was modest. It was a split level home that had been divided into three condos, and he reached in his jacket for his key after he got the helmet off. Flashing Kethras a smile as he did.

"Yeah, it's a nice community," he answered. Once they started moving he led the albino to the door on the right side of the front face. The building had a shared porch to each of the doors. The entryway had a mud room on the entry level but the rest of the condo went upstairs. They'd leave the steps into the living room with a dining area butting up to the kitchen. A half bath under the stairs to the second level.

"It's a bit of a walk," he chuckled as he started up the first flight of steps. Just to fill the silence a bit he began to explain, "the middle rental is the entire first floor. Mine and the other condo have the upper two floors divided. In a couple spots you can see the original layout." He hushed a moment as they got to the living room. Then he motioned to the door under the stairs.

"Two bedrooms upstairs with a full bath, and this is a half bath here," he always let guests know where the restroom was. It was an imprinted habit.
 
Once again storing Corbin's borrowed helmet, and removing the packed food from the seat, Kethras follows the shifter up to the door, then inside. His eyes only briefly look around, having less interest in his surroundings than he has in Corbin. He does listen attentively though, as the young man talks. He doesn't want to be rude. However, his red eyes frequently drift down Corbin's back to his ass.

"Pethaps we should stow the food in your fridge before we get.. Distracted." Kethras pauses, then smirks. He knows exactly what he wants, and knows he should make sure there's nothing else he has to think about during. Not that he is likely to think about anything else. His mind is already forming images of what Vorbin might be like laid out beneath him. It's making his cock twitch in his leather pants.

"Also, where should I hang my jacket? Or should I just toss it on a chair?" Kethras has already tucked his keys into his leather jacket's pocket, so tossing it on a chair is, in his mind, a perfectly reasonable option.
 
Corbin nodded and held a hand out for the food, offering to put it away for them. Though as Kethras asked about his jacket the man looked back and asked, "Do you prefer to hang it?"

As he stepped back out into the room he slipped his own jacket off and hung it over the back of a dining chair. Then he began undoing his vest buttons and stepped towards the stairs to the second floor of his space.

"You can leave it wherever you like. Or bring it up with us," he offered. Then he paused on the steps and waved a hand gently to the couch in the living room as he raised a brow. "Unless you prefer a couch? I have a spare bed we could enjoy." His own shaft was only slightly active. Definitely not firm or twitching.

He was so out of practice. The act itself would come naturally but the foreplay? The flirting game? It had been too long. With a soft chuckle Corbin ran his gloved hand through his hair. It reminded him to take off the pesky things as he spoke too.

"Sorry I...admittedly, it's been a bit. Even since a casual encounter," he confessed as his eyes drifted back to Kethras. Again, the wolf didn't quite make eye contact.
 
Kethras pauses to shrug out of his jacket after handing Corbin the food. He follows the shifters example and drops his jacket over Corbin's. "I don't really care. It's well worn, so I'm not worried about the leather wrinkling." Kethras' red eyes follow the gesture to the couch before returning to Corbin.

Kethras can hear the nervousness on Corbin's voice, can see it in his actions. He smiles, balancing on kne foot at a time to unlace the ties of his boots. He kicks them off, then pushes them close to the wall. He walks up to Corbin, standing two steps down from him to place them at almost even height. "Well, if you want me to lead, just let me know." Kethras wants to start easy, but his patience may just run out. He's not one for extended hinting.
 
Corbin hadn't even thought to remove his own shoes, being distracted by his own thoughts. As Kethras got close again he gave an admittedly nervous smile. His blue eyes, however, dared to stare into the red ones in front of him. Best to be blunt here, in private. After all he had been so daring earlier before his courage receded.

"I haven't been bedded in even longer" he specified as he offered another smirk. His fangs showing but staying small for what they could be. He also set his gloves in his pocket as he relaxed his posture once more and stretched his neck. Ending the motion with his head turned to look up the steps again.

"It's this room," he offered as he led the man up. The first door on the right held a room void of any belongings save a handmade pillow on the clean bed. No dust but clearly unused. Here he crouched and removed his own shoes, setting them beside the door before stepping inside and sitting on the edge of the bed. Then he looked to Kethras again as a blush spread across his face.

"I promise I'm usually more fun. It's just been...too long," he felt a need to fill the silence just a bit. Not enough to ramble on, but enough to speak. With a sigh he leaned back on his hands and closed his eyes a moment before smiling.

"Too bad you didn't catch me in rut huh? I would've been much more forward," he chuckled.
 
Kethras' eyes are on Corbin's ass as he climbs the stairs. He pays just enough attention to know where they're going. In the bedroom, he only glances around before watching Corbin settle on the end of the bed. He smirks, both at the shifters words, and the blush on his face.

"We don't need a rut to have some fun." Kethras walks toward the half reclined Corbin. He sets his right knee on the end of the bed between the shifter's thighs, right hand on his chest, and pushes him fully down on the bed. "You're very cute when you blush."

Kethras leans down, his hand sliding up to Corbin's throat. Just loose, resting there. As he does, Kethras' lips meet Corbin's in a firm kiss. His left hand lands on the bed beside Corbin's head.
 
His blue eyes watched intently as Kethras approached. He took in more details about the man. His physique, how he carried himself. He was definitely dominant. Are snakes able to be considered alphas? He didn't have time to think of it as a hand was on his throat.

Instantly the wolf snarled. Teeth barred and fangs growing in partially as his eyes narrowed. Yet barely a noise escaped before the albino was kissing him. It only took the wolf a moment before he sheepishly returned the kiss. His blush darkened immensely.

In an effort not to admit his lack of control he forced a gentler growl. A playful invitation for a power struggle. One he had no real interest in pursuing this time. He hoped the taller man might miss that he had been genuinely surprised by the grip. If not, then at least assure the male he was fine with what was going on despite his initial reaction.

Corbin even moved a leg up between Kethras' to try and rub against his crotch. To encourage him but also to try and get a hint at his package.
 
The silent snarl is forgiven, though Kethras' thumb rubs back and forth lightly on the side of Corbin's neck. His hand there wasn't a threat, just a move for control. He smiles at the dark blush, assuming it's from embarrassment that Corbin had mistaken the purpose of his hand.

The growl is understood as playful, but Kethras still chooses to reply in kind, with his own growl a deep rumble in his chest. His right leg move higher between the shifter's legs, thigh putting some pressure on Corbin's groin.

Corbin's lifted leg makes Kethras smirk against his mouth. While he is hard, his leather pants make it difficult to truly tell his size. However, his erection pushing out the leather does still make for a good sized bulge. Kethras' hips roll slightly, grinding his groin against Corbin's lifted leg. At the same time, his teeth catch and pull at the shifters lower lip, demanding entrance to his mouth.
 
Corbin could almost feel Kethras growl. It sent a soft shiver down his spine and he liked it. As the taller man moved to apply pressure it made the wolf gasp lightly. His own growl deepening from playful to pleasured. It had been so long, and the touch of another felt incredible.

At the feel of his lip being tugged he relaxed his jaw and lips. The hand on his throat was gentle but still a play for power, and the smaller male was conceding. Corbin even felt as the man started grinding his hips and he simply applied a little more pressure by locking up his joints.

Though what was really on his mind, directly, was the scent. Kethras had such a unique smell than any other partner he ever had. The leather he wore didn't seem to pick up as much outside smell as his shirt but the smell of leather was in and of itself strong. He could only imagine what more of this man before him would smell like.

Without struggling against his hand or lips, Corbin moved his own hands to Kethras' shirt. Finding the hem, tugging gently to make sure it wasn't loose, before he slipped one of his hands under. His hands felt incredibly smooth thanks to his gloves. As a shifter however, his skin was durable.
 
Kethras shifts his leg again, rubbing it against Corbin's groin. That gasp gives him the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue into Corbin's mouth. He does just that, exploring the inside of the shifter's mouth with a clear dominance.

Kethras' right hand moves from Corbin's throat as he feels the younger man's hand on his stomach, beneath his shirt. His hand moves around beneath Corbin, arm wrapping around his waist. Then he's half lifting, half dragging him further up the bed, even as he moves with him, so they're properly on the bed.

Kethras is kneeling over Corbin, upper body supported on his left elbow. His right leg is still between the shifter's thighs. Kethras' right hand runs down Corbin's side to grip his thigh. The kiss is unbroken, Kethras' tongue still in Corbin's mouth.
 
His growl gave way to a gentle moan as he felt the pressure on his crotch. His work slacks and boxers didn't leave much guess work. A hand would easily be able to feel his only slightly above average length. However it was almost fully hard and already twitching. It made him shiver subtly to get attention down there. The pleasure even aided his response to the kiss, tongue twisting to enjoy fully.

Corbin had to readjust to the kiss as they moved. Once he realized what the man wanted he moved his left leg to help the motion. He even unlocked his right leg's joints to move with the man on top of him. This gave him an opportunity to intentionally bump against his groin again when they stopped moving.

As the man begins feeling his chest and finally rests on his legs, Corbin moves his free hand up to press against Kethras' cheek gently. To encourage a break in the kiss as he pulled back slightly to try and speak.

"We're still dressed," he almost growled in a low volume.
 
Kethras can hold his breath for quite a long time, so he easily could have continued the kiss for a couple more minutes. But when Corbin places a hand on his cheek, he takes the hint and breaks off the kiss. His tongue slides across his lips, red eyes watching Corbin's face. He smirks at the shifter's words.

"Well, we shall just have to change that, won't we?" Kethras rebalances himself so he doesn't need to use his hands to support his body. Then his fingers make quick work of unbuttoning Corbin's dress shirt. His head bends down, lips meeting Corbin's jaw, and he proceeds to make a trail of kisses down his neck. Teeth graze, then bite the skin just beneath Corbin's jaw before moving lower.

Kethras' mouth travels down, over Corbin's collarbone, then down his chest. Briefly, he gives each nipple attention, licking and gently biting each. Then he's traveling south again. His teeth graze Corbin's navel while his right hand palms the shifter through his slacks.
 
Corbin could feel his temperature rising. The blush spreading down his neck slightly as he felt his shirt being unbuttoned. His own hands went to reach up to Kethras' shirt, but he was stopped by the trail of kisses. A gasp escaped him at the gentle nibbles and attention to each nipple made them perk up. The hand on his crotch felt wonderful and made his cock pulse strongly in his coverings.

"Fuck..." he breathed as his blue eyes looked at the red ones. The teasing was getting to him, possibly too much so. His pride said he wouldn't finish quickly, and his pleasure said not to stop the man. However the thought did cross his mind that he might not be able to keep up after his dry spell.

He ran a hand through his own slate grey hair and sighed gently. This was not the time to worry. It only mattered that they both enjoyed. With that reminder to himself his eyes fixed on the man again and he reached down to pull on the back of the man's pull over. His grip was strong and he easily tugged the fabric gently over the man's head. A small smile forming on his lips as he did so. He did enjoy causing a little chaos in the bedroom. His last partner had called it being a brat?
 
Kethras can feel Corbin's hands on his back, feel him pulling at his shirt. So his own hands slide up the shifter's torso to facilitate easier removal of his tee. Once it's off, he goes back to what he had been about to do; biting the skin just above the waistband of Corbin's slacks. He sucks on the skin between his teeth to create a hickey there.

Releasing Corbin's skin, Kethras licks his lips. Then his teeth grab the fabric of the shifter's slacks, using them and his tongue to unbutton, then unzip his pants. Kethras looks up at Corbin, smirking, before pulling his slacks, and underwear, down his legs. The moment they're off, the albino tosses the fabric to the floor.

Kethras wastes no time in giving Corbin more attention. His right hand wraps around the shifter's length, stroking smoothly. At the same time, his mouth is peppering kisses and flicks of his tongue around the base. By this point, Kethras has settled himself comfortably on his knees between Corbin's thighs, biceps resting on top.
 
Corbin smiled as he got the tee off and gently tossed it aside towards the foot of the bed. Briefly he got a full nose of the scent of the male teasing him. It was...exotic, in a sense. He had never smelled something quite like it.

He didn't get to fully enjoy the scent as the man went right back to work. Freeing his pants and boxers with just his mouth? Definitely impressive. Though once more the attention to his cock made the thin man groan and roll his head back a little.

His shaft was a decent size. An average width and just above for the length. Currently it was fully human, though the tip was still a little long. As a human he was uncircumcised, but it was very clean. He paid close attention to his hygiene and was especially careful around that area. Though his skin was almost unnaturally smooth. A lively side effect of shifting between human and furry beast. As you get older, you tend to lose a little hair in that already thinner area. It left the human form rather smooth.

"C...careful," he partially growled as his legs rested below the man. His blue eyes looking at Kethras' face trying to see those red eyes again. His cock suddenly twitched stronger as he imagined the look of those eyes with a mouthful of cock on the same face...
 
That groan makes Kethras grin, his thumb rubbing across Corbin's tip. The shifter is so sensitive, Kethras has barely done anything yet. The little warning to be careful has Kethras looking up. Red eyes watchful, mouth open and tongue dragging against the side of Corbin's cock.

"Careful? Of what?" Kethras lifts his head, then closes his lips around the tip of Corbin's shaft. His mouth creates suction, tongue flicking back and forth. His eyes stay on Corbin's face, watching his reactions. Then his head starts to move, slowly, teasing the shifter with each sensation. His lips are a tight ring around the cock in his mouth, tongue dragging against the underside.
 
Corbin growled at the way it felt. The tongue and the warm hand cool against the heat of his length. He couldn't hold back a moan as the snake fully suckled at the tip. His cock began pulsing quicker, twitching against nearly every sensation.

"Of--" he was interrupted as his voice shifted to a pleased growl. Blue eyes moved to lock onto red ones as he tried to regain his control.

"I...might be a little...quick..." he managed through his pleasured growls and hums. Though a hand did move to feel the white hair on his partner. Gentle, almost too careful not to apply pressure. Proof he didn't fully know if he could hold out from even just some head. He could always blame Kethras for being too good at it though.
 
Kethras' red eyes seem to flash, as if Corbin's words only urge him on. He doubles his efforts, though it's not really an effort. Kethras has had a lot of practice in his lifetime, and his skill of holding his breath means he can focus on pleasing his partner.

Kethras takes a deep breath, then slowly sinks his head down. Eyes up, he watches to make sure Corbin can see his cock disappearing inch by inch into the albino mouth. He arches his neck without dropping eye contact, and swallows. Kethras' throat constructs around the head of Corbin's cock once, twice. His mouth is still sucking, and he presses further, until his lips meet the base and his nose is pressed to the shifter's abdomen.

Kethras' tongue quivers, and he makes use of the tiniest bit of a partial shift; his tongue takes the long, forked shape of his snake form, and he wraps it around Corbin's cock inside his mouth. His tongue moves up and down, stroking the shaft as Kethras sucks and swallow around the length.
 
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