Si Daeng

Gao

Warning: Mature content!

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"Take me", he said.

It would be Red's first time this way, but he wasn't afraid of his wolf - oh no. The more they touched the more he was empowered, powerful. His mortal flesh fire, blazing heat all over as if he was losing connection with his limbs and becoming something of the forest himself instead: An arching tree trunk, a moaning wind through budding leaves, the climactic bloom of Spring crocuses and their vibrancy of colour to paint the graphite world around.

Sil's teeth tugging, gentle nagging at silver barbell-crossed nipples, saliva in sparkling silkworm threads as he pulled away to breathe, to raise lustful eyes up to the first man - Queen? King? His beguiling enigma.

His mate-to-be, against any odds or naysayers, fists clenched tightly below.

Glisten of frosted dawn dew about that forest throne room seeming to mirror the sweat that burst between two regal bodies in their swelter - Red's eyes quickly touch-paper-lit to flare from almond brown to glowing rouge.

They kissed like pyromaniacs - a spinning, dizzily fizzing Catherine Wheel to Fibonacci's golden spiral - twisting and turning to infinitely fill the space of nature's chamber. One flung against the cave wall, then the other, then the first, and the second again. On and on, lips swelling with the rough play of desire - licked, sucked, bitten, bruised - moaning for one another as they plundered and ransacked addicting treasure troves of hot, wet mouth.

Until they were no longer twirling their waltz on feet, but rolling, limbs entwined, on the velveteen moss of the grotto's floorboards. That animalistic wrestling match for dominance, stiff cocks rutting against one another, hips grinding painfully, intoxicatingly. Woodland carpet ripped away by violent movement until they were stained and smeared with the black soil below, primal markings to match one's existing ink.

And suddenly Red was out of that body entirely. Looking down at himself as he panted and hummed, eyes fluttering blissful, lower lip bitten to bleeding as Sil bowed his own back to lick a pathway of pleasure down his body, clothes torn away like embodiments of uniformed handcuff restraints of humankind.

Bare souled and naked against each other in the cool air, pastel half-light, the second's ministrations reaching Red's groin - lapping once at the tip of his leaking, twitching hardness, suckling taste of a delicious lollipop, before ghosting to inner thighs. Ticklish, fervorous kisses on smooth skin, working his way inwards, inwards, until Red's back arched to seek the other's bow in atavistic, wild hunger and whine.

Out-of-body he watched himself part his trembling thighs yet wider, face flushed and crimson eyes glassy with fevered desire as he thrust his own hips upwards even as he clamped Sil's down - nails dragging scratches across the endless expanses of broad, muscular back above.

Invitation? Command.

And his consciousness was slamming back into his own body just as that forest fire inferno of want and need tore across him and he cried:

"Inside me, inside me now"

Vibrations of a huffed chuckle against his thigh before, breathily:

"Patience. We have to be quick, but I won't hurt you. I'm opening you up for me, Red"

A finger teasing at his rim, shocks of electricity quivering and tensing his body as it entered to probe, joined quickly by a second and third as he squirmed beneath.

"Shia, you're already so wet", Sil, unconsciously running tongue over sharp canines. "Just relax, try to relax".

Unguarded tenderness as he stroked spirals of soft encouragement around Red's navel, scissoring and curling long, internal fingers until he put key to lock in that special space deep within. A place that made Red's eyes water and his head roll back, crying out for incoherent mercy.