Thread: Feral Survival Tactics - ( Oats x Fading_Cards)

Evan sat naked on the cold floor, leaning back on his hands with his legs sprawled in front of him on either side of Jace's body. He was taking in the sights with as casual an air as he could muster, considering he was still breathing heavy as he wound down from the fight and his own erection was slowly growing, lolling insistently at his thigh. He also didn't want to let on that the sight of the canine cursing and twitching when Evan had played with him had riled him right up a wall. I can see your classmates probably had some pretty lurid nicknames for you in the locker room, he replied with a smirk in a round about way of saying 'yes'. He scooted and leaned forward, freeing up his hands. His right grabbed hold of his own hard on, making him emit a low mewl for deep in his throat, coaxing it to fullness with some well placed strokes. Just like the rest of him it wasn't tall, perhaps seven and a half in all, but it was gratuitously thick and sturdy. Overall, he wasn't hung like the lucky bastard in front of him, but he was dutifully happy with what he'd been dealt. You REMEMBERED he'd been fucking you for at least the next day or two clearly. By the looks of things people definitely remembered JACE too. His free hand reached forward, wrapping his fingers around the other mans cock, thumb stroking at the underside in circles as his eyes flipped up to look the canine in the face. He leaned in and flicked his tongue over the hot red infused head, tasting salt and musk over skin. You do know you dangle something like this in front of a cat they simply HAVE to play with it, he stated with a smile. Not true, but he'd been to curious not to touch and taste and smell. Be glad I decided to put my claws away to play nice, the second lick was slow, his tongue broad and starting below the fraenum on the cocks underside, then swirling up and around, even prodding in to the slit at the tip to clean up all of the so far spent pre-cum. Oh, Evan knew what he looked like. Completely naked, roughed up, in front of a still mostly dressed man with each of his hands on a cock and laving at the were canines like a slut. That was the point though. One thing felines learned about sexuality was it could be used for power. He may have lost the claiming fight. He, apparently by werewolf rules, was required to be in the bottom position. By HIS rules though, that didn't mean he couldn't be in control of the proceedings. After all, one across the board rule for any male was once you had them by their dick, you could lead them anywhere. I don't know about you, but the tile is pretty cold. You wolves have some weird rule about doing it on the floor? Cause if not, I have a perfectly good bed. Or couch. Counter even, he allowed himself to pur with that, starting to stand up, one hand still around Jace's cock, giving small, soft tugs to tease him. He didn't know if he was allowed to get up, or if there was something else he was supposed to be doing first, but it was better to ask forgiveness then permission. That and his bed and couch had lube nearby them. He didn't know about were canines, but he sure as hell didn't get wet like a bitch in heat up his ass.... and he was going to want that. If he was going to loose, he might as well enjoy it.