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Thread: Hot tight wet... an utterly irresistible otter

Dox was again infinity glad his fur gave no sigh of blushing as he felt his face heating up hotly with the feel of her soft lips against his muzzle. The sudden smell of her made him dizzy, and he swallowed hard licking his lips which also made him dizzy. He could taste her, and it wasn't just the food she had a taste that was nothing like anything he had ever eaten. He suddenly got the vision of lip locking her and sharing more than just their lips, which made his face feel like it was on fire. He wondered what had gotten her to come out of her shy little shell but he was liking her more and more for it. He looked down at his shrimp, and was totally and utterly taken aback by how she had caught him off guard like that. His mind was working slowly over what he could do to off set her as much as she had just thrown him into a tizzy. He took a shrimp and chewed it reflectively, starting to get quite full and thinking it was about time for them to wrap things up when he saw her slow a bit on the salmon too. But then he got an idea that made the fur on his tail fluff out at the thought. So she wanted to play hardball? Dox could play, and he thought of something that would defiantly put her in a swirl and waited patiently. He took a small sip of the wine she had been drinking out of his own glass, and waited for her to reach for her own and when she did, took her chin gently in his hand. Turning her head, he gave her a kiss, but more than that shared the small bit of wine with her in a much deeper kiss before with a small contented growl, broke the kiss to let her go. He took a larger drag of his wine this time and found it quite a lot sweeter than it was before.
Thread: Hot tight wet... an utterly irresistible otter

Karis smirked and kept nibbling at the salmon, trying not to slow down too much. The salmon was excellent, but she had a rather thin body and she didnt mind the fact that they were going to take it with them. She lifted the glass to her lips and was about to take another sip...until she felt him pull her face toward his and press his lips to hers, tasting the wine in her mouth all of a sudden. That took her off guard more than being fought for, than being approached at the pool. It felt like she was on fire...and it felt like she needed it put out. She didnt want to break the kiss. Though, once he pulled back, she moaned softly, not really wanting to break the kiss. But then, when he took another drag of his wine, she turned back to kiss him again. Dox... she managed when she finally pulled back, I think we should get this stuff to go...
Thread: Hot tight wet... an utterly irresistible otter

Dox wasn't expecting the moan, and he surely wasn't expecting to feel her pull him back to share more wine with him. The second time was even hotter than the first, and Dox felt him stiffening when he heard her say she wanted to take the stuff to go. He looked around still panting slightly, and a waitress who had been looking at them blushed deeply and instantly went back to fetch more waiters to pack there stuff up. With all their things held easily in one hand Dox led her out with his other, and luckily there was a Taxi waiting outside for anyone who hadn't had a care and wanted to leave early. Stowing the food in the front seat, he let her in first and then closed the door quickly. The directions he gave him would only take but a few minuets, but Dox had caught whiff of her need, and just like the wolf he was went after it. Leaning over to her, Dox kissed her fully once more, his arms wrapping around her slip waist and pulling her gently into his lap so she could enjoy the kiss just as much. His face was on fire, and when at last they broke away Dox hugged her all the closer, giving her little kisses on her cheek and neck before he simply just held her there and nuzzled her neck with pure affection. Things were getting really hot really fast, and it had been a minuet since the driver pulled away from the restaurant. It was a good thing he was use to young adults acting this way our they would have probably been putting on quite a show.
Thread: Hot tight wet... an utterly irresistible otter

Karis smiled as the food was quickly packed up, and he led her out of the restaurant so fast that it almost made her head spin. Her tail waved, and she was more excited than she had ever been. Thankfully, there was a taxi there, almost waiting for them to come inside. She smiled sweetly, and slid into the seat, waiting for him to join her. As soon as the car was going, she felt his mouth on hers again, and his arms pulling her into his lap. She wouldnt deny him anything that he wanted...not now, not ever. Her whole body was aching with desire for him, and she hadnt a care in the world now. Each little touch, nuzzle or kiss made her extremely hot, and she pressed herself against him firmly. She would lick and nip his ears, loving the scent of the wolf that had befriended her. She sure as hell hoped that it wouldnt take that long to get where they were going...since she felt like she was going to die.
Thread: Hot tight wet... an utterly irresistible otter

Dox head was spinning. Here was the woman he had been fantasizing about quietly sitting in his lap and kissing him just as passionately as he was and they were on their way to his home all the while. It was better than he could have ever hoped for, and yet the night was still young and their time together heating up all the while. It wasn't long before the taxi pulled them into Dox's dorm, and after giving the man his money, and taking not only the bags but his new lover into his arms, he carried her with a quickness still kissing and gently nuzzling her the whole time. Dox got quite a few surprised looks, but other people were the last thing on his mind as he fumbled with his room key and finally got the cursed door open before kicking it shut behind him. He lived alone, which was for the best considering just how hot and bothered they both seemed to be getting. Dropping off the bags, he set her down before placing his right hand to her side and really leaning into his kiss with her, gently teasing those sharp little teeth of hers before breaking the kiss and settling over her. Lying gently on top of her, his nose brushed the very tip of hers before he smiled lovingly, and licked the tip. He couldn't remember being this happy, and gently kissing her lips, his kisses drifted down her neck teasing it with his fangs.
Thread: Hot tight wet... an utterly irresistible otter

Karis didnt want to stop kissing him, even as the cab came to a stop. Her tail waved, and to be honest, she didnt quite expect him to carry her and the food up into his room. She was enjoying his kisses and nuzzling, moaning once in a while as his muzzle touched a sensitive spot on her neck. She didnt care about the looks they were getting, since it seemed like the only person in her world was the wolf that was holding her. She liked how he set her down, returning his kiss just as hotly, enjoying the way his tongue felt against her sharp teeth. Karis, of course, couldnt resist wrapping her legs around his waist and arching into him, enjoying each little touch on her body. Mmm...Dox...dont you dare stop... she moaned heatedly in his ear.
Thread: Hot tight wet... an utterly irresistible otter

Dox groaned very gently into her ear as he felt her wrap those long beautiful legs around him and returned to nipping and kissing her neck. She was so very warm and attentive he wanted to tear her cloths off and fuck like the instincts roiling inside of him urged him to do but he held still. Seeking those sensitive spots on her neck, his hands explored her sleek body and curved hips while he nipped and growled contentedly before slipping his hands between her pants. She was so very soft and so damn touchable that he couldn't help roving his hands to her as and back. He wondered mildly if her large tail was sensitive but he'd find out soon enough as his hands moved to rub her sides and stomach happily. That's a good otter. He murmured hotly into her ear before nipping it and pressing his entire body against hers, rubbing solidly to set his own arousal through the roof at the idea of bucking in and out of her and feeling the softness and warmth of her body against his own. Marole... I don't know how long I can hold back. he muttered through another wet and deeply affectionate kiss as his left hand found hers and laced their fingers together to hold it affectionately. Never did he consider this happening so very fast but there they were getting hot and riled together and he couldn't think of anything else he could have wanted to do.
Thread: The Teacher Isn't Always Right [Aember + Mei]

Rofl, I just used the old title. XD Damn, what a shame that John was just so damn unwilling. After all, Quinn could be anywhere from sweet and nice when it came to sex, or completely and utterly rough and cruel - like a rapist. Which was probably how Quinn saw him right now - a rapist, even if the teen was trying his damn hardest to not come off like that. But if John would just go along with it, then this whole forceful thing simply wasn't necessary. But nope! John just had to resist all the way, didn't he? Well, except at the beginning when Quinn had given him a blowjob. Of course the older man didn't object then . I mean, who would object to getting a good blowjob, right? Unless they were forced to give one but Quinn didn't really care about that, really. But now, the frustrated teen kept John on the wooden desk, making sure that he would actually stay, standing between his legs between, he made sure of that. Wouldn't want to give the teacher a chance to knee him in the crotch, right?, and pursed his lips briefly, studying his English teacher. So, he objected to everything he did, hm? Would you still say no if we were at a hosue, in a bed? Would you still hate having sex then? He stared at John for a few seconds, then sighed and dropped his head on the other man's shoulder. You're so stubborn when it comes to sex and intimacy. . . And it probably wasn't helping that he was already speaking to his teacher as if they were already lovers. The older man probably wouldn't appreciate that at all. But maybe Quinn was a little crazy, was a little delusional. But the teen didn't care,a fter all. He wanted a relationship with the older man, even if it was going to wind up as one of those love-hate sorts that he saw on TV when his girlfriend made him watch those silly teen girl dramas. Only this one probably wouldn't have a happy ending, like those shows. Besides, what was life without a few fights and unhappy endings? I'll force it, you know. But I don't want to. And I'll keep on trying, John, so you might as well just give in now, Quinn muttered quietly against the other's shoulder, digging his nails painfully into the other man's waist. No, he didn't want to force John. He'd love if it John could just relax and enjoy the actual sex, after all. Sex was good, and pleasureable and Quinn couldn't understand why John didn't understand it. Besides, you enjoyed the blowjob I gave you earlier, didn't you? And you liked giving me one, too. .. Quinn slowly began to grind against his teacher once more, turning his head to one side to bite at the other man's neck, trying not to just climb into the other man's lap and give him a lapdance. Although that wouldn't be too bad of an idea, come to that. . . Was this utter crap? Why, yes. 8Dlistu
Thread: The Teacher Isn't Always Right [Aember + Mei]

Shut up. It wasn't utter crap. xD Though John had made himself believe that he despised sex, just as an anorexic believes that they despise food, he still held pre-concieved notions about how to loose your virginity-- or even something simple as your first kiss, which Quinn had taken away from him as well. Where was it? Across a desk in this very classroom. With a student. How romantic. Not really. The way he'd imagined it, as a teenager, was with a boy taller than him-- maybe a year older-- who was handsome and slightly rugged, who would kiss him during a movie, or while walking down the street, hand-in-hand. The loss of his virginity was imagined with the same boy, when he was ready and in love, and it would take place in the other's bed. . .with the lights down and the boy above him, looking into his eyes. . . Of course, as he grew up, John turned that want for perfection into an utter hatred for everything in his life that wasn't happening. Kissing and sex mainly, and then everything that had to do with kissing and sex-- which developed into his loathing for uncleanliness. He also developed a loathing for his childishness, which made him into the stern, straight-laced man that existed at that very moment. The man who protested at the mere thought of Quinn touching him. But touch him Quinn did, and it made feel as disgusting and dirty as ever. He was too weak to push Quinn off, too slow to get away, too desperate to give up the touch. Honestly, the answer to Quinn's question was yes. . .with a few more variables. If they were in a house, in a bed-- if Quinn wasn't his student, wasn't underage-- if John wasn't scarred, wasn't afraid-- then he would be open to having sex. Open to let himself go, become vulnerable, loosen up. And in some sense, Quinn was right. He was stubborn, and if he was forced, he would only become more stubborn. Because then he'd have another reason to hate sex, to hate intimacy, to hate himself. When Quinn dug his nails painfully into John's hips, the lithe teacher tried to wiggle back with a yipe. He kicked his legs and tried to bring his knees forward to kick at Quinn's stomach and chest, to kick him backward, to escape. I didn't like giving one to you! John cried, horrified at the notion. It had tasted disgusting. The act was vile. A whimper escaped his throat when the bite was placed on his neck, and finally he stopped struggling. His body sort of went limp, as if something inside him shut off, and he curled his hands against the wood of his desk. His face took on a reserved quality. Though John wouldn't say it, he was resigning himself to what was going to happen. The sudden decision was triggered by the combination of the bite and the fingernails in his hips, both which were sure to bruise since he was such a fragile man. It wasn't a concious, I'm going to let myself get raped, but more of a, I don't want the pain. A last whimper passed his lips, and his eyes closed, his head tilting back. He was done begging.
Thread: The Teacher Isn't Always Right [Aember + Mei]

No, suppose you didn't. Those words brought a shuddery breath from John's lungs, though he still didn't speak, or take fighting back up. He waited, spread out on the desk, his head slightly hung, for Quinn to move, to start pressing into him, to do anything! The teacher's breath was almost held for the inevitable, and as Quinn fought his inner demons, trying to decide whether or not to take John, the older man was near trembling from his fear of the act when it finally was to come-- and his complete aversion to what was going to happen. At least the pain had faded, though, and Quinn's fingernails were out of his hips. Though he didn't want to know what the fingers were going to do next. . . I guess I'm a fucking liar, then. Well, what the hell did that mean? John was a bloody English teacher and in his state of fright he couldn't, for the life of him, understand the simple meaning that those words conveyed. Hell, he barely caught the tone. The hands sliding around to hisback to trace his spine made him take a breath, and his shaking stopped slightly, especially when the boy laid his head on his shoulder. That sort of. . .intimate touch was reassuring and much less unnerving than Quinn's blatant sexual touches. Could those words mean what John was thinking? Was Quinn stopping? Oh, God. . . I'm still sorry, not that you believe me, of course. A sigh of relief passed his lips, and in his relief he pressed his nose against the juncture of Quinn's neck and shoulder. His body untensed and he stopped shaking completely. There was a quick series of short breaths that expressed his gratitude and then John out-right nuzzled Quinn's shoulder, even though he was still naked on the desk and pretty much exposed. T--thank you, he gasped out, his voice relieved and almost choked up with tearful emotion. It was amazing how much the urge to cry at what was about to happen hit him now, instead of while he was still in danger, but he tried to hold it back the best he could. His arms went up to wrap around Quinn's neck and shoulders as the teen pressed their bodies together, and he gave a shuddering sigh and repeated, Thank you. . . Maybe it was a bit messed up, that he was so grateful to Quinn for sparing him the rape and letting him go. Actually, it was quite messed up. John acted as though Quinn was the one who saved him from a rapist, rather than the truth the fact that he was the rapist. He wanted to cling to Quinn because the show of compassion made the intimacy comfortable for John. It made him feel alright with the fact that he was naked, only because Quinn didn't seem intent on humiliating him with that fact anymore. I--I thought you. . .you actually. . . John began, then shuddered. A bit of moisture from John's eyes no doubt reached Quinn's shoulder. Would. . . He bit back a sob and then drew in a breath, nuzzling Quinn's shoulder all the while, lavishing in the compassionate touch.
Thread: The Teacher Isn't Always Right [Aember + Mei]

He could be manipulative if he wanted to, could so easily take advantage of the fact that John we beneath him, pressed against him completely and utterly naked. Really, it could be. . . just, so damn easy for him to do that. Quinn could be easily raping the man right now if he wanted to. And the manipulative side of him was actually considerably tempted to. . . But where would that leave him? It really wouldn't do him much good, even though the side of him that demandd satisfaction immediately wanted for him to have sex with John immediately. But he wasn't, right? Right? Right. He wasn't going to rape John, because that would end everything . And that loss wasn't something he could, or would, accept. Obsessive teen. Mm. . . And the show of affection from John - simply for agreeing to not rape and humiliate him? Not that Quinn was willingly humiliating him, after all. Although, of course, there was a ocnsiderable amount of force, and perhaps he had humiliated his teacher. But hey - what was done, was done. And that, of course, was the end of that, although John would no doubt still hate Quinn for. . . for the early humiliations. And the teen didn't mind whatsoever that John was still naked. And one twisted side of Quinn was still pleased that there was a show of dominance in John being naked, and Quinn completely clothed. And that, perhaps unintentionally, he had changed the situation where John was being affectionate towards him and was pressing himself against him . But, oh, on the other hand. . . He didn't mind that John had wrapped his arms around his neck, was nuzzing his shoulder, was thanking him in such an earnest way. Don't press your luck, Quinn said under his breath darkly. After all, there was one side of him that still wanted to, and quite badly at that. But he was smply being human right now, and relishing in the cuddling. But even as he said those words, he pressed his palms against John's back, pressing him even closer, sighing softly. Do you still hate me? Quinn would, if the roles were reversed. And he hated himself right now as well, for wanting to spin this situation into something that would fit his own needs. Shooort. D I fail.listu
Thread: The Teacher Isn't Always Right [Aember + Mei]

Don't press your luck. At those words, John froze. His muscles tensed, his mouth opened slightly, and his hold on Quinn's shoulders slacked completely. Those words were so dark that they sent chills down John's spine, and all at once he knew that he shouldn't be thanking Quinn what so ever. There was no compassion in the way that the young man stopped his actions just short of rape! John didn't know the reasoning behind Quinn stopping, but it wasn't out of compassion. Feeling angry that he'd given praise to a completely selfish human being, John raised his head, turning it to the side to hide his red eyes and slightly stained cheeks. He reached out and pushed Quinn back, hard, truly angered. It was at that time that he slipped off the desk and moved out from between Quinn's body and the desk, stumbling around the room to find his clothes. He didn't bother to answer Quinn's inquiry. He figured that the answer was obvious enough. Still angry, his face flushed, John began to pull up his boxers and slip on his pants, pulling them up his slim hips. His shirt went on next, and thin fingers buttoned it up quickly before he tucked the end into his pants and zipped his pants up. His belt was clasped, and he used the back of his hand to whipe his eyes. Finally dressed, John turned back to Quinn, glaring with all his soul-- all his hatred. Get out of my room, now, he growled.
Thread: The Teacher Isn't Always Right [Aember + Mei]

Of course Quinn was a selfish person - he had always based his actions off of what would benefit him the most. But, as with most people, he did usually let them know that he was a selfish person, and if he every helped them in anyway, it'd be for his own purposes and benefits. But perhaps he had gone a little bit too far with John. Oh, well. The older man was bound to have figured that out anyway. And anyhow, weren't most humans purely selfish beings? If people did things simply because of compassion, humans wouldn't be alive anymore. Compassion - what a silly concept. And besides, his reasoning was a convoluted mixture of compassion and own personal motivations. A psychologist would have a field day picking apart Quinn's brain to figure out what made him tick. And it didn't matter anyway, no matter how hard John tried to hide the red eyes and streaked cheeks - Quinn saw them anyway. Saw them, and made no move to rectify his mistake. It was, after all, a fair warning to John for the future. And regardless of what warning he gave to his teacher, Quinn would continue to pursue whatever it was he wanted. And yes, he was an asshole. Moving backwards, moving with the hard shove, the teen let his teacher move out from between him and the desk, and watched him move around the room. The hate and anger emnating off of John was enough to make Quinn regret what he had said, but not really. He never regreted things. So he stood there, watching, as John got dressed, watched as each article of clothing was slipped back on over his body, watched as John continued to simmer over what seemed to be a lack of compassion on Quinn's part, and watched as the other man finally turned around and ordered him out. Stood there silently for a few seconds, unable to sort out his own thoughts and feelings, shirt slightly rumpled, hair messy in it's own way, before a small smirk lifted the corners of his lips. What, no kiss goodbye? Then it slid off his face, and he was passive again. I said that I would do it, but I didn't. Are you going to hate me for that?listu