Warning: Mature content! 🔞
Please forgive any errors, I'm half asleep hehe! 🙏🏼
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"Kitty...my kitty...", Sil breathed out between urgent kisses, "I need you now"
Thrills of the night and adrenaline-pumping danger of defiance, there in the strobe-lit bowels of a restless club, urges so animalistic aroused...
He was wild for the smell of Red. Not just nature's temptress perfume of pheromones, but the earthy, human essence of sweat upon caramel skin after their sprint as wolf and lynx for cover in that place.
His sweet taste: The younger arching his back from the doorframe he was pinned against in sacrificial offering to Sil's roaming, wet tongue as it licked a sensual stripe from cheek to cheek, down an elegant neck, and between hastily ripped shirt buttons to clamp painful, hissing pleasure around erect nipples, cool metal barbells a tantalising contrast to the heat of mouth and skin and man.
Teeth tugging again - could never get enough - feeling the stampeding race of the heartbeat in the smooth chest beneath his lips. A rhythm that matched his own.
Badum...badum...badum...badum...
Audio of Red's soft whines lost to the cacophony of the club around, but vibrating through Sil's body, volting directly to his cock.
Releasing the younger's swollen nipple and straightening to run sharp canines up the expanse of that exposed, long neck - Adam's apple bobbing as it's owner swallowed again and again, anticipating - until he reached a flushed ear to tease in a voice deep and gravelly with desire:
"Feel it. Feel how much I need you now"
Grasping one of Red's hands to rub a palm harshly up against his crotch - rampant, rigid beast roaring and fighting the chains of tight jeans that oppressed.
"Mmm. So hard, Wolf", the other hummed back, gripping Sil by dark crown to tilt his head until his paler neck, in turn, was made vulnerable.
Salivating for each other - the vicious instincts of an alpha and alpha confrontation, all mixed up with the ferocious love of a fated pair. Explosive fireworks ignited in all-consuming sex.
And suddenly Sil was ousted from his powerful perch - spun 180 degrees until it was he caged against the doorframe - Red biting down on his earlobe to draw droplets of fresh blood, demanding:
"Moan for me"
Turning away from the elder, repositioning himself back-to-chest - ass pressed up against that craved hardness...
Rolling and gyrating slender hips, a vertical lap dance for his lover, mirroring the drum kit beat of speakers' music that cocooned. Alternately bowing and arching a slinky back, both hands on his knees and hair hanging low to mask squeezed eyes and flushed cheeks as he bit down hard upon his own lower lip.
How did he know to move that way? Generating delicious friction until both saw stars. So graceful, so balletically entrancing, when only Sil had been inside. Two bodies responding uncommanded, flying without parachutes on pleasure-seeking trip. Crafted to join like Mother Nature's own cursive signature.
"Haaaa...Mmmm...Yesss...Fuck, Red"
Expressions and expletives growled out on cue, Sil's larger, veined hands returning to knead the ass that tormented, ridge of his cock shaft stiffened to agony, tip weeping to be freed.
He wanted to tear away Red's trousers and slap those round buttocks until they jiggled and stung for him. Wanted to rub his cock head over the glistening, slicked hole that teased his every fantasy - watching it flutter and clench and gape in need. Wanted to impale it roughly without warning, then thrust his man to heights at which he couldn't breathe for bliss and their pursuit of each other's everything. Every thought incoherent mess, every noise guttural and primal, every-
-Fuck, he couldn't wait any longer. Fingers fumbling to unzip his fly, the other tugging at Red's waistband...
And then suddenly - as a zombie partygoer overladen with pint glasses jostled into his arm, mumbled apologies before she lurched away - slammed back into the reality of the moment. A busy nightclub, assaulting, head-jangling rock music, shadowy figures moshing, embracing, drunk on stained cups of stale hedonism.
But eyes, so many eyes.
And with a snarl that originated soul-deep, Sil was pulling Red up, kissing fiercely as he lifted him entirely, cradling his tall form - compelled to cover him, protect and hide him, howling around the fickle and fleeting, ever-turning world that this timeless beauty was for him alone to gaze upon.
Territory marked.
"Along the corridor", Red's voice hoarse and needy in his ear, "There're steps down to a storage room. Hurry!"
Making their way, lips locked together in desperate hunger as shimmying guitar riffs spun them dizzily down a narrow passageway and staircase, crashing from one wall to the other, then Sil turning and bracing his shoulder to force the waiting, heavy door open, shielding the man in his arms.
Alone in the cool, dark cellar - silent shelves of glass beer bottles and countless crates of spirits housed - club's chaos and noise muffled, dimmed, distanced into irrelevant nothingness by thick walls.
Their own cavern, den. Their own world again.
A place where they could hear and answer one another's mating calls.
Red lowered to the stone floor with a delicacy that tested his patience - instantly stripping, turning to face the wall with palms of his hands up against, spreading his legs in a nosebleed of an invitation.
And then Sil was inside him with cries of untamed rapture from both. Fucking him, raw and rough, fingers bruising hips as the sound of slapping skin composed their own unique symphony.
Red's hands slipping further down the wall with each thrust ridden, as he folded himself until he was bent in half, taking the elder's cock deeper. Dipping his spine, bouncing his hips, precum ribboning to the grey flagstones below.
"My God...so deep...harder...yesss"
Rhythmic grunts from Sil behind, pistoning into the younger with such force that Red's arms gave way and he was up against the wall, cheek grazing whitewashed stone, mouth hanging slack as he panted and writhed.
Then clutching one of Sil's hands to steer it, round to his front, flattening out the palm upon his quivering, bulging abdomen, to gasp:
"Can you feel it? Your...cock...inside me?"
"Haaa...Red, I want to fill you up"
"Give it to me...ahhh...feed me everything you've got. You're...mmmm...getting bigger. I can feel you swelling. Ohhh shiiaaa. I'm gonna come-"
"-Come for me, Kitty"
"Feels so good there...harder Sil. Fuck me Wolf!"
Feral in human form, climaxing as a messiest masterpiece of lust, the elder driving the younger through orgasm, breeding him with his seed until it overflowed out onto flagstones to merge with Red's own spilled essence and shuddering moans.
Sweat glistening across bare back below - pooling in dimples of Venus - shoulders trembling as he chased a ragged breath. Then being hauled up into the strong arms of the body behind, cock still buried and pulsing within, nose nuzzling tendrils of damp hair that clung at the nape.
"You're my heart, Red, you're my whole heart. I...beat...for...you" - a punctuating, gentle thrust of hips to accentuate each word.
The younger's head lolling back against Sil's chest, reaching both hands around to clothed, muscular buttocks to hold his place firmly within and say:
"Then take me, Heart. Hold me, Heart. Cherish me, Heart. Forever yours"
Chin grasped as Red's head was tilted for lips to be claimed, the two entangling like newly twisted trees of their forest kingdom. Betwixt shelves of cheap vodka and upstairs' escapist revelry of a society who reached and hoped only for oblivion at best, something truly strong and pure rooted together amidst the grime of an eagle's gutter.
Growing beautifully.
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Notes:
Final chapter coming next - You're invited to a wedding! ❤️
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