Thread: Feral Survival Tactics - ( Oats x Fading_Cards)

Evan spluttered for a moment, glaring a dirty eye up at the taller man over him, though did release his hair. His hand dropped to finger the teeth marks in his neck, setting off small shivers along his nerves. The other gripped hard on one of Jace's shoulders, trying to keep them apart enough to let in some AIR. Cooler, not musk and copper laden AIR. Those scents just set his mouth watering. But I am claiUUNNnn...Ahshiiiit, he was cut off from further protesting as both their hard-ons were shoved together tightly. His still fur tipped ears swivelled forward as Evan's face went red in slightly different way then it did during fighting rage. He failed in stifling the small cat like mewl from tumbling past his lips as his hips bucked up in to the offered resistance. Damn, he licked his lips absently, realizing exactly what he was grinding against and apparently it was... gratuitously sized. At lest it seemed that way by what he could feel. He collapsed, limp for a moment, back on to the floor while he let himself just calm down and BREATH. If his body just so happened to writhe a little while he was gasping for breath, he wasn't going to make a deal of it right now. You.... you bastards get randy when you fight, huh? he finally deduced. he could understand to an extent why. There was lots of close contact and rubbing and the like... he himself had popped a boner or two during his early teenager years when getting in fights with the troublesome leopard boys and their older sister when she was feeling bitchy. He'd only just get up, whether he lost or won, and went off to take care of himself somewhere else like his mother and uncle and boy was that conversation with that man uncomfortable and edging on creepy had told him to do when they had respectfully each taken him off at different times to give him 'The Talk'. Those incidents though died away as he grew older and generally for felines was considered an amusing youth awkwardness. But Jace was not a cat, and he'd always been told canines generally had less control over themselves. Well... that was a bit of a folly to find out was true. Now it wasn't like his species were prudes, hell no, they just separated things differently. It wasn't like Evan himself was a prude either. He'd gone to college, found people that didn't mind he was short and didn't think of him as 'insert older siblings name' little brother' and revelled in that tried and true feline curiosity. Now mind he hadn't gotten up to much since moving to the city, it was big, he was adjusting, and a lot of the city weres he met rubbed him the wrong way. He wouldn't have minded some fun, but the way this was coming about.... shhhyeeeaaah it had thrown him for a loop. But another thing about cats was they always landed on their feet. Fuck.... alright man, you win damnit, he looked up at his captor, lips drawn in a straight line. Then one eyebrow rose as he tried not to laugh at the thought that just crossed through his head. Do dogs only do it doggy style? and finally he smirked. Oh he was still PISSED he'd lost the fight, livid even, but he figured he'd been run down from his prime from the earlier escape for his life. He'd beat the pups ass later. Right now though, he was going to have to own up. Whatever that meant exactly. He couldnt help that if his species nature made him wonder enough to go along for the ride.