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Feral Survival Tactics - ( Oats x Fading_Cards)

Jace matched Evan's smirk with one of his own. He hadn't expected him to outright agree; even the veiled compliment was a little surprising. Nice ego-boost all the same. Eyes following the lynx's growing dick, he swallowed in an attempt to revitalize his throat. It had gone bone-dry with anticipation, and who could blame him -- Evan was damn fine of a catch, as far as cats went, with a cock he wouldn't mind swallowing under less status-driven circumstances.

"Sure did," he replied with a grin, if only to make himself seem less invested in watching Evan stroke himself to full size. "Even had 'Tripod' for a couple years." Some part of him wished he were the one handling that thick, meaty thing, sliding his callused palms over its skin, mapping out the protrusion of its veins...

Goddammit!

He broke free of his hazy-eyed reverie just in time to feel Evan's hand around his dick. What began as a breaking growl turned to a deep, gravelly groan, courtesy of the thumb teasing the underside of his cock. His hips shifted forwards automatically, driven by a longing for more friction. Evan answered his silent prayers with a lick to the head that made his fingers curl 'til his knuckles went white. "Nnnnngh--!" His jaw clenched tight when that rough feline tongue dragged over the head. It was all he could do not to gasp when it dipped into his delicate slit. "Shitshitshit," he growled, and bit back a wince. Jace was painfully hard as it was. At this point, Evan's teasing proved both a blessing and a curse.

"Either or." The lynx could've offered Houdini's bed of nails as an option and he'd still have accepted. Couldn't remember the last time he'd been this engorged. "I'm kinda tall. If the couch fits, I'll take it." The soft but insistent tugs to his dick drew suppressed whines from his throat, and he rose in time with Evan. In the back of his mind, he realized something was just a little bit off about the scenario. Wasn't he supposed to be the one in charge, here...?

Oh well.
 
Evan had to suppress the devilishly pleased grin that wanted to break out on his face. Hook, line, and hopefully soon sinker if the dog didn't catch on. Not that the Lynx really cared if he DID, but if he didn't it would help to smooth his ruffled feathers quite the bit. If he could, he'd have it that while he may have lost, Jace would be the one leaving feeling used.

But with a smile either way no doubt.

Finally both of them standing he realized exactly how much he did have to look up. "Hmmm, you are kinda tall... bed it is, cause my couch is little more then a love seat," he regrettably had to let go of the mans warm shaft and end those deliciously fun noises he was pulling out of the werewolf. As hilarious as it would be to literally guid him by his dick to the bedroom, it would be a bit to obvious and bold that he was taking charge. Instead he hooked his fingers of both hands in to available hoops on Jace's jeans and playfully tugged at him while stepping back. Then he let go and all but sauntered, taunting with his naked body, to disappear in to the doorway off to the side. Give the man the power to follow, think your just giving him a show. Evan normally didn’t 'play with his food', but right now what he knew could come in handy.

He got down on his kneed on the floor in front of the foot of the bed. A subservient position, making it obvious where Jace was supposed to sit. On the foot of the bed in front of him the taller were could sit and touch Evan however he liked, an offering.

"So... do you lot get to play a bit during your claiming, or is it just straight to the main event?" He asked, truly wondering this time. Either way though, he had the ravelling makings of a plan.
 
The oddness of the situation seemed even more pronounced, now that he was staring down at Evan. Lots of power in him, 'least for such a small guy. Cats were like that, weren't they? Formidable things wrapped up in small packages (not that there was anything small about Evan's, erm, package).

"'Kay, great." The response came automatically. Bed or couch or even a sea of sandpaper was all right with him. Jace was more than willing to oblige when the lynx led him from the kitchenette by the beltloops, and he followed after him as though entranced when he pulled away completely. He really was a canine -- spoil him a little and his guard dropped like the temperature at the North Pole.

He stalked Evan past the doorway, hardly took in his surroundings upon entering the bedroom. He murmured an unintelligible obscenity when his catch knelt at the foot of the bed to present himself, just like a prize should. Wonderful. To his mind, Evan hadn't shook off his control at all. Jace strode with marked eagerness towards the bed and settled himself at the edge of the mattress, feeling himself flush hot and bright, lust coursing through his veins.

"Depends," he replied, sounding far too breathy for his own liking. "Some of us like to get it over with, others don't mind drawin' it out. S' up to the people involved." And their pride, of course. The ones with wounded egos would rather just finish up and forget about it.
 
Evan grinned up at the other were, eyes bright and coy, pushing his hands against the other mans legs to make sure they were spread wide enough for him to get to what he needed.

“Well then I hope you don’t mind if I play a little then, it’s a feline thing,” he replied, reaching out and cupping one hand around Jace’s heavy sack. Well, it wasn’t really specifically a feline thing, but it was a bit of deflection that he thought wouldn’t be thrown back at him later. He just had to guide the other man in to his hands. Literally.

He gently began rolling his fingers underneath the were canine’s balls, listening aptly at any noise he was able to drag out of his impromptu partner for the night. His other hand wrapped around the base of the other mans shaft, holding it so he could explore it properly. He could deeply smell musk and sweat as he pressed an almost chaste kiss to the underside, then the taste of it swirling on his tongue as he laved up to the tip with his tongue. Licking all around the head, encouraging and tasting pre-cum that dribbled out on to his lips, almost like he was teasing the other. Evan swallowed the tart seed, but he didn’t mind it. Instead he finally sunk down and wrapping his lips around the offered cocks wide girth. Gave the tip a soft, tantalizing suck…

… Then swallowed down until the head bumping at the back of his throat. Purred, almost groaning at the end, vibrating around the length inside his mouth. He wanted to touch himself badly, but he just had to finish with this first…

Evan gently squeezed his hand around Jace’s balls as he moved his mouth back up, sucking up the released length of cock. Released his hold slightly when he got back to the head, licked broadly across it while still keeping it nestled between his lips, then down again. Repeated the maddeningly pleasurable process once… twice…third…

Fourth time he came up for air he finally released Jace’s dick from his mouth with a lurid wet ‘pop’. A trail of saliva and pre-cum connected them as he looked up with a devious smile and licked his lips to clean himself up.

“See? So much better when you have a little fun,” he stated, knowing he absolutly had a captive audience. “So, now. We know your ready, but I know for my part,” no he wasn’t going to try to tottally switch this around, anyone who thought you could only top with a dick in somebody else was daft, “ I’m not. You see, I play around with myself a little, yeah, but I haven’t had a good fucking from a guy in awhile. If you were like… on the more normal size I might be able to take it… but I hope you don’t mind if I’m glad your not.” Stroke the ego to keep them interested in what you are saying and go along with it hopefully.

“If you go up to my bedside table up behind you the top drawer has some stuff that could help out to get me ready for you,” the last words spoken in a breathy tone, absolutley filthy smirk to match. He wanted it, oh yes he did. He didn’t have to fake that, or any of this at all. He was going to enjoy his lot thouroughly, especially if he could poke his ‘Alpha’ in the right direction. “Just take anything you want out and settle up on the bed further so we can fool around.”

The drawer had what they needed, a black bottle of lube, and what they could want. Just a few of his favorite toys at the ready for when he wanted to take his time with himself or someone he’d brought home, and left it up to Jace to choose if he took anything, and what, out. The cock ring would be annoying, but it was probably burried underneath his little balck book. Otherwise there was some anal beads, a small thin vibrator that was more for just hitting his prostate then loosening him up, and a clear long, thick dildo. It wasn’t quite as big as the hot, slick REAL one taunting in front of his face, but it was good for a night when he wanted to feel it and how. He’d be good with some of those… hell, he’d be good if only the lube made it out of the side table. Jace had big hands to match his massvie cock, and Evan was anything if not resourceful.
 
Jace gave a tight nod of assent, struggling against a shudder as Evan's hand slipped beneath his plump sack. His balls were always particularly receptive -- anyone who wanted to break his resolve could get under his skin with a couple well-placed squeezes or tugs to his sack. Evan hadn't done more than simply tease the underside of it, and already a halting whine had started in his throat. "A-ah..." He bit at his lip, forced the next words through clenched teeth. "S' real tender... ooh..."

His words devolved into a groan, courtesy of Evan's roaming tongue. If the lynx hadn't such a firm grip on his dick, he might've just bucked against those lips. Jace gripped at the sheets (claws retracted -- he wasn't so far gone he'd rip up another person's bedroom) and watched, savouring the sight of Evan's lips closing over his broad, red cock head. Shivered. Felt so impossibly good, and better still as the lynx took him all the way into his throat. It was a miracle he hadn't come from the sight. The pressure in his swollen balls built rapidly and dangerously. He'd do his absolute damnedest to hold back until the main course, but Evan's tongue felt so fucking good on his dick, and--

"Shit!"

The squeeze, if carefully timed to stave off orgasm, had done its job. Flushed nearly as dark as his cock, Jace growled in lieu of a moan and found himself whimpering. He wasn't used to this kind of pressure. Wolves rarely luxuriated in their claiming thanks to stubborn lupine pride; he couldn't remember the last time he'd been teased like this. His breaths came ragged and shuddering while Evan moved up and down his aching dick. When he finally pulled off, he was almost relieved.

The lynx's saucy tone made him chuckle, strained though it was. "What can I say? Ma Nature's generous." He glanced back over a shoulder towards the indicated table and arched a brow. "You're a barrel of surprises, ain'tcha."

That said, he pulled open the drawer and rummaged through its contents. "Holy shit," he murmured, mostly to himself, as the extent of the lynx's toy collection became evident. Well, he was a cat. They were supposed to be into this kind of thing. "What, didja buy out the whole store or summin'?" He subjected the drawer to a thorough inspection and withdrew the lube and (to be honest, surprisingly large) dildo. "Guess you'll need this," he said. He was just about to slide the drawer shut when something gleamed in its depths, catching his eye. Seemed he'd displaced a neat-looking cock ring while rearranging its contents. With a fanged grin, he added that to the pile. "'Ere we go. Jeez, guess what they say 'bout cats an' toys is true..."
 
Evan laughed in good nature. “What did you expect? We felines fuck far more then we fight, and the curiosity thing isn’t only for getting us killed.” There was a light playful glint in his eyes, finding amusement from the look on Jace’s face. Oh he’d seen that one before on some of his human lovers. “Most of my feline partners think I’m tame,” then again most of his were partners were of the older variety. Maybe if he slept with cats his own age he’d be comparable. Not that he’d tell the canine that. Evan would gladly let him just ogle any other cat were he came across thinking about what they might get up to in bed.

The Lynx continued to smile as Jace settled with his choices /oh of course he’d go for the big guns/ and tried not to show any preferences on his face. /I am NOT anywhere near soft enough to put that thing on. I bet if I tried to get Mr. Sensitive Sack in to it he’d be dumping all aver my face as soon as it touched him/ he internally groused, making a note to himself to make that piece ‘disappear’ in a moment. Then again, if the werewolf came early… well… apparently his side of this whole claiming thing would be done, but damn if Evan was going to let him get out of winding him up and leaving him dry that easy. If the first act of him being Beta was restraining his Alpha until he could get up again (and if he was that easy to blow, use that ring) to get his piece of action, so be it. Hopefully though that little ring wouldn’t be needed at all tonight. Everything else though…

Jace would perhaps feel a little bit of that warning tendril of being hunted the way Evan all but prowled up to his lap on all fours. Crowding him a bit, keeping the larger were’s back to the wall and headboard, Evan himself back on to the open room and the door. A moment to grab the bottle and add some oil to one hand, then he dropped to sit down between the others legs. Leaned back on to his elbows, finishing he re-arrangement by flinging his legs wide over top of Jace’s thighs. Trapping and keeping them down for the moment. Just little, harmless un-noticeable things in claiming que’s for dominance. If the other were wanted to get up or leave, Evan would have to let him. Not that he expected either of them wanting to get out of this room any time soon. This position mainly offered the Lynx’s body to the other were, belly up, a reverse bowing sort of pose. Legs spread open giving up his vulnerable testicles and pink anus for free perusal as his ‘Alpha’ wished.

“Alright Mr Big Bad Wolf,” he teased, shifting to balance back on one solid elbow. Evan’s greased hand played with his own cock for a moment, giving it a few quick strokes to set himself off to purr, proud and erect no matter what position he was damn well taking. Leaving it slicked and shining fingers dropped down. He did nothing as so bold as start shoving digits in, no. Evan was going to taunt for a moment. Well, tease in were feline ideology, but to anyone else it was probably just slightly cruel. Bringing someone to the cusp of something filthy then… differing a little. Instead of doing the obvious move the compact were Lynx all but petted across his entrance. Broad up and down motions, then started to circle massage around himself. Pretty much making it obvious he was quite happy to let the other bring something to the table now. Power wasn’t just about making all the moves, it was also about making others make the moves you wanted… and think it was their idea in the first place if you were REALLY good. Not that Evan ever claimed to be anywhere near that much of a mind fuck. Really he liked to play with it, but he wasn’t a hard up control freak like some people he had met. This here? Hot sex with a bit of game play, nothing serious.

“… You gonna show me what all this Alpha claiming shit is about or what?” his toothy smirk was dirty, but tame. /Come’n get it puppy. Good dog./
 
Jace did indeed feel that warning tendril. The short hair at his nape stood on end as the frisson passed through him, reawakening the earlier suspicion he'd shrugged off in the kitchenette. Something wasn't quite right here. It certainly wasn't Evan (how could there be anything even remotely wrong with a gorgeous werecat slinking towards him on hands and knees?) but neither did the predatory gleam in those eyes escape him.

Whatever, he thought; All cats have that crazy stare. He backed up without intending to, pressing against the headboard to give Evan optimal space to present himself. A single brow shot upwards when the cat settled back, legs slung across his thighs. "Hmm," he growled thoughtfully, a fanged grin splitting his lips. "I think I like this." His eyes roamed Evan's lightly battered body, delighting in the bruises and scrapes from their earlier skirmish on the way down. Tongue flicking over his lips, Jace drank in the sight of that thick, gleaming cock and wished he were the one teasing it. He was secure enough in his own manhood to admit that Evan's dick looked nothing short of delicious. Someday he'd have to get the lynx to let him suck that gorgeous meaty thing...

Jace's own cock dripped with anticipation when Evan reached down to enter himself. At least, that's what he'd thought he'd do. Unable to suppress the slightly disappointed sound that rose from his throat, he gripped at the sheets with his dominant hand to keep it from reaching instinctively for Evan's package or entrance. Cats weren't the only species who succumbed to the pull of curiosity... though admittedly, Jace wasn't so much curious as thinking with his dick.

"Still can't believe you guys don't do this," he replied glibly, determined not to appear too out of control. He slid a hand over Evan's dick, slicking his fingers with the oil and precum coating the lynx's shaft. Couldn't help gripping it for a moment, luxuriating in its heat and girth, before moving his now-lubed hand down to his sack. "Are cats tender here too?" The question was accompanied by a moderate squeeze. The question wasn't just for effect, either: he'd never actually slept with a cat before. Most of his partners were canines, with the remainder being human. He massaged Evan's heavy balls, occasionally allowing his hand to 'slip' so that his fingertips ghosted over his anus.

Ah, who was he kidding? He couldn't tease. Too much of a bloody canine for that sort of thing. Without much warning, he worked two of his slicked fingers into the tight heat of his entrance, leaving his package untouched for now. Jace couldn't wait to see Evan take that dildo all the way to the hilt... what better way to speed the process along than help loosen him up? "Didn't think you'd be so tight," he mused aloud, pressing at his inner walls. "Almost like a bitch." Fanged grin. "But better."
 
Evan had laughed lightly at the cute little whine he was able to drag from the larger man with his teasing. It was cut off and settled in to a warm purr with an instinctual buck of hips a moment later. “Ohhhyeeesss~mmm…” having someone else’s hand on your dick seemed to almost automatically make touch that much damn better.

“I can’t believe you canines DO. I mean why get all your hate and anger messed up with your pleasu~AAH..shit,” his hips squirmed a bit but quickly settled in to enjoying the sensation of his sack being handled.

“Ah…umm… no more sensitive then anyone else I guess?” Evan surmised, honestly just pleased that Jace was freely enjoying himself with his body. “I, heh, I don’t really go around trading dicks with other guys to see what anyone else’s feels like…” absolutely horrible joke, but pretty damn true. He’d already figured out from the differences in their reaction Jace was far more sensitive with his balls then he was. Then again Evan knew he himself had an incredibly over erogenous lower back. Seriously, a good back massage could get him randier then a saucy porno, and if you just lightly brushed along his lower spine he had the tendency to squirm for more then he should.

If he had the tendency to choose positions that had him facing his partners, or having them face away from him, the first time or two they got intimate, no one noticed.

“Fuuuuuckyesss~” body startled but gladly excepted the sudden intruders. “Ah….was wondering how long you were going to hold out before doing that.” The were Lynx DID give him a small look of ire at the ‘bitch’ comment, but it wasn’t like that was the first time he’d been called that in bed either. “Damn right your tail I’m better,” oh no, he wasn’t going to deny it. You liked something, you CLAIMED that shit and made it yours, one way or the other. He tensed his inner walls around the two fingers exploring him for a moment to agree with his words.

“C’mon now,” he was still in the game, smirk splitting his face as he in turn relaxed his lower body from practice. While still a slight stretching fit, his passage wasn’t giving him that mild burn of being past a capacity he could take easily. “I thought this was some fur flying randy claiming thing, not a first date,” his hand that had been batted out of the way loosely circled around the base of his own cock, lazily stroking it. “I’m not gonna break, and that thing,” he broadly eyed Jace’s own manhood, looking pretty despondent right now what with all of the goods laid open and bare before it, “has gotta get in here sometime.” ‘Here’ punctuated with a small but abrupt shove of hips, spearing himself on the werewolf’s hand.

“Don’t worry, you do something I don’t like I’ll sucker punch ya’,” a gleeful smile full of teeth and spark of violent mirth in the smaller, compact mans eyes.
 
"Aw, jeez. You gotta stop doing that." Jace hadn't been able to in response to Evan's awful sense of humour. Coupled with his earlier 'doggy-style' pun, it gave him the feeling that wordplay was one of his quirks. Couldn't say he shared his idea of 'funny', but hey... it wasn't like he was here for comedy hour anyway.

Evan's cursing and moaning set Jace's blood to boiling. Since finding out that his new beta knew nothing of canine customs, he admittedly was going a little easy on him. Usually, he'd have just ravished him there on the floor, with nothing but the not-so-practical 'spit as lube' for a luxury. "Hey," he said lightly, "That was interspecies courtesy, an' you're lucky ya got it. Wouldn't have bothered if I knew ya were so... uh." He pressed his fingertips hard against Evan's prostate while he sought the right word. "Stretchy." That wasn't exactly the most fitting adjective, but it got the point across. "Thought it'd take a bit more to loosen ya up."

He grinned at mention of being punched. "Sounds like fun. Deep down, y'know, every dog's a bit of a masochist. S' why beatin' up on each other gets us hot." Even the women did it: a little scratching and yanking at each other's hair before they put their tongues to good use on one another. Jace had heard rumors of shewolf orgies starting from skirmishes between cliques. He withdrew his fingers from Evan's insides, delighted in the slick accompanying sound, and reached for the impressively-sized dildo he'd selected. "This thing," he mused aloud, prepping the toy with a palm's worth of his own pre-come, "says a lot about ya."

Jace estimated the angle of the lynx's sweet spot, resting the head of the toy against his entrance. A brief, almost dramatic pause-- then he sheathed it quick and hard as if it were his own cock, embedding a good 5/6ths of the thick object into his Beta. The only reason he didn't enter the entire thing was the fact he needed something to hold on to. He gave the feline a moment to recover from any bated breath before starting up a rhythm, none too gentle.

If Evan really did punch him in the face, it wouldn't dampen his ardour at all.
 
“MMMM~mm,” he didn’t comment on him being ‘stretchy’ as he prostate was finally given a little love… he wasn’t, he just had regular enough anal play even without a partner. Still, it made him iffy diving in to the hard and dirty right after fighting, that just screamed ‘potential painful limp/worse’. Sure, he didn’t mind things a bit rough, but when you had no idea if your partner gave a fuck if you were screaming for pleasure or screaming because they’d made their own hole…yeah. Curiosity came hand in hand with paranoia. Why else would the more politically drive felines be so damn backstabbing? Even by politician standards?

A moment later he was to busy hissing out an surprised, slightly pained snarl. Like an alley cat surprised out of it’s can by a shoe thrown at it.

Oh he’d expected it, Jace had given him enough time to relax and get ready for the obvious assault about to happen. That and give him a rather pleased look as he got ready about the comment on his toy. One that spoke loud and clear ‘Yeah… And? Like your surprised?’ in a thick snarky tone. Which vanished immediately as he was finally plunged in to a helluva lot deeper and faster then he was REALLY expecting. Well, he’d asked for the werewolf to get primal on him, and he’d gotten what he’d asked for. It helped the clear dildo had struck hard where the best feelings came from. It made the sudden burning stretch a delicious kind of pleasurepain that brought his ears and teeth out, claws fisted in to the bedding.

“Fu~…Fuck..ah…AAAaahhhfuckyes…” he was able to get out as he was first adjusting to the onslaught, struggling to repair his bearings. “Nnn…shit…hah…hahah~Aaa!” he started laughing, gasping almost as he was still trying to adjust. “No~ah…Note to self. The …NNGGgg… the stupider the wereGAH!wolf, the …heh… the more of a sex bo~ MMmmfuckyesTHEREyouasshole…sex bomb he is, if hitting is..goddammityouasshole… is what gets you lot…Ha~shiiit..going! That..nnNNFFfmmshit heh, has, uh, has got to damage your brains at some poOOINT~OW!notthatangleplease back up! Fuck… fuck yes that’s the spot you Alpha sonofabitch!” He had more or less been stunned in to staying still the first few thrusts. As the rhythm developed, his body adjusted thanks to those sweet sparks, by the end of his strangled jab at canine sex practices his hips were attempting to buck a little back on to the toy and the hand holding it.

“Fucker!”
 
Jace couldn't keep himself from laughing. "Yeah, yeah. You cats always gotta have the last word, huh?" He punctuated the observation with a particularly sharp thrust, straight against the lynx's prostate. "Ain't met a canine as chatty as you. If us dogs're stupid, you felines're somethin' worse -- there's gotta be a reason 'pussy' means both 'cat' and 'lady-bits'." Flashing his fangs with an eager grin, the wolfdog gripped his own cock with his free hand and squeezed the throbbing shaft in time with his thrusts. Stroking would've felt better, but he couldn't risk too much satisfaction just in case he blew before the big event. Even his balls were growing sore now, full up and swollen with unspent semen.

"Who's a... mmmnh... fucker?" An expert turn of the wrist, and the dildo changed angles while buried nearly to the hilt. He increased the force of his thrusts for a few passes, just to emphasize. Evan's entrance was a delicious sight, all stretched and reddening. If he had his way, the cat would be feeling the aftermath of his claiming for, oh days. "Shouldn't be givin' your Alpha that kind of lip," Jace said, a growl accompanying the touch of southern drawl to his voice. "Might just take it ya need disciplinin'..."

In the back of his mind, he realized he was quickly becoming attached to this whole 'Alpha' business. Politics still didn't seem so enticing, but being top dog for the first time in his life made him want to latch onto the position and never let go. When would he get another chance like this? No self-respecting wolf would let a mutt run his pack, and this interspecies stuff was virtually unheard of. If he gave the title over now, he sure as hell wouldn't get it back.

Alpha, eh? A guy could really get used to this.
 
With the increasing intensity and varied angles of the thrusts Evan couldn’t really do more then writhe, curse, gasp and growl. The canine seemed to be rather enjoying giving the Lynx a reminder that while the were cat could be sneaky, he still wasn’t ‘in control’ of getting fucked like a bitch. Not yet anyway.

Whether he was in control or not, the weeping trails of pre-cum dripping down on to his own stomach were enough to show his body at least wasn’t bitching about the rough treatment. Evan could curse out entire lines of Jace’s family line, but his hips attempting to thrust back in the chaotic rhythm of being ‘taught his place’ made sure to show they were just words. This intense abuse with pleasure was driving him to the brink rather quickly, he’d already stopped cursing and had grabbed fistfuls of he sheets. A ripping noise joined his heated quick breaths.

One hand grasped hard around Jace’s wrist plunging the toy in to the more compact mans body. Knuckles went white as Evan squeezed hard enough to perhaps make it painful, trying to stop the thrusts in to him.

“Kno..huu…stop. I’m good. Ready. Stop it or I WILL blow…holyfuck,” he admitted. It was a bit of a ding to his pride that he’d been knocked down to writhing mess so quickly, but then again most felines were a bit more slow before building up. Despite the fact that sometimes annoyed him. A lot. Thus why he also slept with humans.

“Just… shit… take that out and I will make that damn alpha cock of yours very, VERY damn happy…” he clarified as he began to sit up again, releasing his hold on the were canines arm. There would be bruises there for at least a few hours.

Damn he felt… loose. Well, no, but… ready. Yeah. Evan eyed up Jace’s grand sized hard on again. Oh yes, it would burn even more then his fail safe toy currently jammed deep inside him, but he could take it now. Give some payback. See how long the ‘alpha’ would last. Pff. How he’d been acting from a blow job he’d probably only get halfway in. At least that’s what he told himself as some sort of demented ego stroke.
 
Jace stopped when the cat told him to, less out of courtesy than the fact he feared Evan really would shoot. He'd gone through a hell of a lot of trouble, beating him down... just wouldn't be fair if the lynx reached his peak any other way than with his dick sheathed to the hilt inside him. A small grunt escaped him when Evan's fingertips bit into his arm. The resulting ache did nothing to temper his lust, but he slowly drew the toy from Evan's stretched insides anyway.

"Lookin' forward," he growled, unwrapping his fingers from his dripping cock. Evan wasn't the only one whose ego had taken something of a blow: Jace knew he wouldn't last long in his current state, engorged like he'd been edged for days on end. He had to bring himself back from the brink for going anywhere near Evan's ass. Though it made him whimper, he spent a moment playing with himself too roughly for comfort, gripping his balls and tugging sharply at his sore cock until the pain overrode the pleasure just enough to eliminate the threat of coming prematurely. He gave a very dog-like whine as his hand came away from his abused package.

"Ride me."

Although it was more of a command than a suggestion, Jace suspected the werecat wouldn't mind following it. He licked the precome from his fingers and set Evan's toy aside, then leaned back on his elbows in anticipation. He wanted Evan far more than pride would allow him to admit. Pride, however, couldn't stop his body from reacting as nature dictated: lust brought out his fangs and elongated his ears just a smidge, at least enough to prove he was walking the line between self-control and carnality.

He beckoned the werecat close with a nod, every muscle in his body taut and corded. Right now, Jace wanted nothing more than to watch his beta ride himself raw on his engorged dick.
 
Evan gleefully smirked at the command. Sitting up, he waited until Jace seemed comfortable before moving forward with his ever flexible ‘plan’.

The painful teasing the other were had done to himself wasn’t excused, oh he took good notice of that. The canine really was damn close, and Evan basked in that bit of knowledge of his affects on the other. Proud? Oh hell yes.

Just to be cruel, the were Lynx leaned over and quickly sucked the cocks tip in to his mouth. Yeah, the lube was right next to his hand, but he was slicked up pretty well already and this was SO much more fun. Making those ears and teeth grow, make his ‘alpha’ twitch as he gave his dick a fast, sloppy suck. Then drawing away, leaving it glistening, only to rub his thumb gently (he didn’t actually want things to end just yet) over the slit like a signature.

Then he was stalking on all fours up Jace’s relaxed body, a small, ongoing purr starting to rise in his chest. He stopped just after their cocks had brushed against each other, then Jace’s was happily rubbing against one of the smaller mans thighs. The purr continued as Evan shifted weight to one arm, the other reaching down to grab around the other man, looking down between them, distracted for a moment, while he positioned his hips and lined them up.

As he began to shift back the purr became louder as the were Lynx’s ring stretched tightly around the head of Jace’s cock. That warm, dully painful sensation that simply made his own hard on twitch in twisted pleasure. Then it was in, sliding slowly in to the shorter mans tight, slick rectum.

Evan slowly sat up as his ass greedily sucked in more and more of Jace’s cock, hands pawing broadly over there other were’s chest. Making sure to scratch dull human nails along his stomach muscles as his decent slowed further for the last few inches. Stopping just a bit shy of swallowing the other mans dick whole in to his body and growling at the burn deep inside himself.

“Fuck… yer to big, you know that?” the annoyed glare Evan shot Jace was ruined by the satisfied smirk on his face, glaze across his eyes. “Shiii~ah...” he began to bounce a little, introducing the last lengths of Jace’s dick to himself. “Hhhhmmmmmyeah that feels nice…” you would almost think he was trying to drive the other were mad with the small, slow movements.
 
"The hell're you doing?" After he'd gone through so much trouble to bring himself back from the brink, Jace wouldn't forgive Evan if he made him come early. His abdomen clenched in response to the unexpected suck; fortunately, Evan only bobbed once before sliding his thumb against the grooved head in a tease. It made his dick twitch all the same. "Nngh..."

Well, so long as the cat did what he'd been told, Jace supposed it was all right. His breaths came a little quicker, a little more erratic as Evan stalked over him, and then...

Oh.

Oh man.

A deep, needy sound echoed in Jace's chest as Evan's entrance stretched over his broad cockhead. He felt every inch of Evan's descent with an acute clarity that threatened to draw out his claws. His fangs and ears had already made themselves evident. He set his jaw, determined not to squirm under the cat. It was hard, though -- it was so damn hard not to writhe or moan or whine with the muscles of his beta's insides gripping at his aching dick. He'd been waiting for what felt like aeons just to feel that sweet heat and squeeze.

"Thought you could take anything," Jace replied with a matching smirk. Although his voice was strained, his expression was nothing less than satisfied. A low growl thundered in his throat. The little movements WERE driving him mad: he could feel Evan's insides tugging at his cock with a tight but teasing grasp, and it was all he could do not to just thrust upwards into the cat. "Ooh, yeah... mmm... how 'bout a little speed, cat? C'mon, this ain't a... aaaah... merry-go-round..." He gave Evan's nipple a tug to underscore his point.
 
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