[The wait felt like forever. Lighter didn't even have a long walk or ride to keep his mind off, just this incessant thrumming under his skin that wanted. His "logical mind" said he could stand to clean up a little more. His instinct caused that to become taking more cushions to place into this makeshift pile. This nest.
He knew it didn't take that long and hovered near the door shortly before Maxima arrived.
... He's gonna open this door and not be able to resist for long. If at all. The shirt Lighter wore a moment ago was added to the pile earlier. So when he does open the door its greeting Maxima to that sight.]
... C'mon. [Come here, come here, come here right now and touch me.]
[He's not even wearing a shirt. Maxima makes a soft, halted sound in the back of his throat as he steps through the door without hesitation. He reaches for Lighter, pulling him into a tight embrace and burying his nose in the other's hair as if refreshing his memory of his scent will help him keep control.]
I missed you. [That isn't what he meant to say. It's only been a few days. It's true anyway but he really shouldn't be saying things like that out loud.] I want you.
[His hands are already wandering, tugging at Lighter's pants, more as an expression of desire than a serious attempt to remove them just yet.] Bed, unless you want me to bend you over something here.
[Which doesn't really sound like a terrible idea, but he's trying to be good.]
'Couldn't stop thinking about you... [Said returning that embrace and taking his own deep breath of Maxima's scent. Even better, even stronger than it was a few days ago... Lorenzo certainly wasn't the clingy type. If he were in his right mind he'd know how strange this was for him. But his right mind has been getting further and further away since getting that text.
His tail began wagging like crazy as he bumped his nose into what was left of the bite he left. At the tug at his pants, he started to walk back with Maxima still in his arms. The kiss he managed to sneak in before speaking was as quick as it was desperate and needy.]
What if I do? [Sure, he was pulling Maxima towards the nest he made but the sound of being bent over something in the main room was so hot.]
[Maxima's groan at that image has more than a little bit of growl in it already.] Later. We'll do whatever you like later, but right now I want- I need-
[There. In the other room is a nest, unquestionably built for the two of them, and as soon as Maxima catches sight of it he's pushing Lighter toward it rather than being pulled in that direction. He needs to be in the core of his lover's space, surrounded in his scent.
His clothes are too tight, too warm, wrong against his skin, and he struggles out of them on the way across the room without a trace of shame or hesitation. Lighter has just enough time to shed his pants the same way before he's being shoved down into the bedding.]
[There's an accompanying growl in Lighter's voice combined with, of all things, a whine. An impatient mewl at the edge of his tone while he let himself be pushed into the nest he made. He was prepared to remove his pants quickly and easily and did so only just before Maxima shoved him down.
He kicked them off the rest of the way, adding them and thus more of his scent to the pile and leaned his head back. Presenting himself to be claimed. There was lube just off to the side of the bedding that was left opened.
Not that he consciously knew why it was there. There wasn't anything on his mind save for reaching out to his mate.]
[As Lighter's head is thrown back, Maxima can almost feel his teeth sharpen. He's losing control of the change already, and he doesn't care, because they're here and he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that this is what they both want, have been wanting all week, this is where they've been headed since the month began filling their blood with fire.
He noses at Lighter's neck just once, breathing in deeply, and then bites down hard, sharp teeth leaving a mark that will linger a little bit even despite the other's healing ability.] Mine.
[He's not, some distant backseat part of his brain clamors. Not yours, that's not what this is. He ignores it. It's irrelevant right now to what they both want.
Instead, he draws back, satisfied at the sight of the bite mark, and reaches for the lube instead. Since it's already open it's easy to quickly coat two fingers in slick and slide them inside his lover's entrance, opening him up further. Now that they're here, the searing urgency has given way to something a little more playful.]
Oh, yes. I'm going to make you feel so good. [As if in emphasis, he finds the sweet spot that promises to have his mate howling in short order, and presses long fingers into it firmly.]
[The hard bite made Lighter take in a breath as sharp as the teeth sinking into his neck. It hurts, of course. It was a hard bite, a sudden bite despite expecting it. But the heat it sent rushing through Lighter's body could not be denied. The pain flowing so seamlessly into pleasure that made his already half-hard cock twitch.]
Yours. Mine. [His hands already shifted, new claws digging into Maxima's back to claim him as well.
A short feeling of "What on Earth are you talking about, Lorenzo??" reached his subconscious mind. But it drowned out by howling and growling. If he cared to reach out to his possessor, he'd find the god dormant for now. As if letting Lorenzo have his fun.
And fun he will have once Maxima started probing inside of him. One hand stayed on the other man's back, claws still in deep. The other grabbed at the many sheets under them as that spot that had him seeing stars.]
Fuck... You already are... Ohhh, right there!
[Maxima had a great view right now. Looking at his mate tear at the seams under him while his form became more wolf-like by the second.]
[The hair on his arms and chest is thickening, although he manages to keep enough presence of mind to keep claws in check for now. Lighter looks so good beneath him, and he leans upward to kiss him solidly. His own cock, swiftly rising to full attention, presses into his lover's thigh, dragging lightly across his skin as they move against each other.]
Just like that...I want to hear you, feel you...want to keep going like this until you're filthy and unraveled and begging for more...
[He likes that idea, really likes the image in his mind of Lighter wholly debauched, coming on his fingers until he's desperate to be fucked. They have all night and then some, there's no hurry to finish anything.]
[They weren't in any hurry. There was a silent acknowledgement that this would get worse as the full moon approached. An agreement that it'd be better to ride it out together the next few days.
But has Lighter not been so patient in waiting? Working hard and keeping his mind off his mate? He wanted more and started to press into Maxima's hand. Lighter reached for the cock he wanted deeper inside of him than that hand, tugging at it against his thigh.
He could go mad like this.]
'Want more now... c'mon and fuck me proper... I need you in me now, fuck I'm already close...
[It was true, he was leaking at his tip, dripping onto his abs. His eyes showed an unspoken plea, but one that was a little more teasing away from slipping out.
He wasn't above begging. But Maxima would have to work a little for it.]
[Lighter's touch is welcome, and undeniably tempting; he groans softly as he rolls his hips in acknowledgement, a pleased growl reverberating in his chest. He's not going to stop Lighter from touching him, but he's not going to give in that easily, either.]
Then show me. [A soft nip against an unmarked patch of his neck, scenting him again.] Because I'm not going to stop with just once or twice, not when we're both so eager.
[The fingers inside Lighter press harder into that sensitive spot, relent a little, press again, almost in more of a rocking motion than a bullying thrust, never entirely letting up on the pressure.] I'm going to watch you come for me, again and again and again...
[Lorenzo wasn't expecting Maxima to give in. He just wanted to remind Maxima who he was dealing with. Even the core of who he was existed in his brain consumed by thoughts of being taken. Of his mate's scent washing over him and his sheets and clothes.
He wanted that brisk pace, though. He wanted to chase that release that he was so close to. Faster, harder, he went from touching Maxima to pushing his own body more into that touch. It wasn't enough, it wasn't enough...!]
Fuck--!
[The shift truly began to take hold of Lorenzo. That swear coming out more as a loud bark. The tail knocking sheets aside with how much it swayed as he arched his back and howled.
He reached his peak, tightening around long fingers while a long string of cum spilled as far as his chest. It kept going and going, he didn't know an orgasm could last that long even if it was barely a few extra seconds.
More howls followed, but weakened as he came down from it. But still that vibrating under his skin was still prevalent like an engine running at a hundred miles an hour.]
[The heat under his skin is blossoming, driving him further and further from restraint and into the embrace of the passion that's overtaken them both. Even without Lighter's touch he continues rolling his hips a little bit, reflexively grinding his hard length against his lover's thigh just to enjoy the extra stimulation of it.
His fingers don't stop moving either: as soon as the fluid stops spilling from Lighter's cock, he's rocking them in and out again, stroking and pressing and bullying that spot inside, harder and faster now, not giving him even a moment to recover.]
The way you look, the way you cry out for me... [He dips his head just far enough to lick up a few drops of the spend that reached high enough across his lover's chest.] And the way you taste, too... I can't get enough.
[Good, because he didn't want that break. He didn't want to stop any longer than a second. Even if his breaths became so short his mouth had to stay wide open to pull air in. Maybe it was the excess energy, maybe it was the praise, maybe it was Maxima's tongue lapping up his seed, but he already reached half-hardness again.]
A-Ahhhh, fuuuck-- you're so--.
[Hot, strong, good with your hands, good with your words and that absurdly fucking sexy accent. Many things, but words were becoming increasingly more difficult to find. There were two that came easy to him. One he had enough of himself to be reluctant to say aloud: "mate".
[His tone is breathless, that low growl underlaying his words as Lighter has him more and more turned on, his lazy grinding now leaking a little clear fluid against the skin of his lover's thigh.]
You make me want to give you everything and more. [He leans in close, nuzzles the bite mark he's already left on Lighter's neck, nips at the edges of it and then a little higher, and again, little teasing bites all the way up to the corner of his jaw. All the while those fingers keep pushing into him, harder, faster, more and more eager to watch him unravel.] Like this, you're all mine to play with, aren't you?
[He'd intended to keep this going longer, but at this rate he might just give in and take his own pleasure soon. There's plenty more they both want to do, after all.]
[Lighter tightened up again at those small, scenting bites. He caught a short glimpse of the bite left on Maxima last time and wanted that again. But right now Lighter was at his mercy. Completely under the influence of this smell and this constant stimulation of that perfect spot.]
'm a much... better toy. Than the one in your drawer-- ohhh keep going, yes!
[It wasn't even the hand in him that made him ask that. It was feeling Maxima leaking against him. Again he took the man's cock in his hand, pumping at it to get him to finish just once. Inside, outside, it didn't matter he just wanted this too.]
Haah-! [He didn't realize just how turned on and sensitive he'd become until Lighter's hand wrapped around him and scattered his thoughts to the wind. A little more clear liquid dribbles over his lover's fingers as he shudders as loses his rhythm for the moment.]
Mmmh...m-more responsive, too. [He isn't stopping, but all his movements are growing quicker, more desperate. He buries his face in Lighter's neck to inhale his scent.]
Are you that eager to have me inside you? Or... [He withdraws his fingers almost entirely...and when they return, there's a third, stretching Lighter's entrance further.] Or do you want to be even more of a mess?
[There goes his tail again, and a wild smirk on his face in between breathless panting. It only appeared for a moment and he whined when he was empty for even a split second. But appeared again at the inclusion of a third.
Lighter loved this, this brink of over stimulation he was experiencing. What he loved more was his mate being pleased.
He was only a little more responsive. A little more receptive to actually speaking properly. Enough to get a point across.]
Maybe... I'm selfish... [He wants both. He wants it all. On him and in him.]
[As aroused as he is, for a moment he doesn't really understand. He continues just moving, touching, working to pleasure his lover and increasingly to chase his own pleasure, as that admission turns over in his mind...and clicks into place.]
Oh... [Lighter can undoubtedly feel the way Maxima's cock twitches with interest in his grip, leaking more and more by the moment. He rocks into the touch harder, faster, chasing a climax that's nearly within reach now.]
I promise you... [Another hot nip at his neck, sharper this time, likely to leave a secondary red mark even if it'll fade quickly.] Oh, I have no intention of leaving this nest...mmh, until I've repaid you for the other night.
[He thrusts his fingertips inside and curls them, stroking rather than thrusting, a constant massaging pressure as if he's trying to force his lover over the edge now.] Stay inside you...until you're so full you can't think of anything else but this...!
[The image of Lighter full and dripping with his seed, inside and out, is enough to drive him past the point of no return. With a moan that turns into a growl halfway through, he's coming, thick splatters of fluid over Lighter's hand, his leg, his belly. Mingling their fluids and their scents, marking his mate for his own.]
[He does, and while his movements are staggered and unrefined he still pumped away at Maxima's cock and how much more wet he was getting. That was enough for Lighter's grinding to flag and words to become barks, become growls, become howls.
Those final strokes set him over and he came again, another wolf's cry ripping from him as he made a complete mess of his stomach and chest. Both of theirs, really. Filthy with their seed and sweat and an abundance of wolf fur at this point. The scent that lingered in the air was even more intoxicating in between an intense climax.
Lighter really had run out of words here. He could pull together maybe one or two that weren't "more". He didn't even need that word to declare what he wanted, just a weak attempt to pull Maxima closer so he could bury his nose in that neck. Take in his scent and never forget it.]
[He goes willingly, finally pulling his fingers free as he allows himself to be pulled into a closer embrace. He's settled between Lighter's legs, still half hard despite having just come, enjoying the intoxicating scent of them just as thoroughly.]
Do you...want a moment to clean up? [The question is soft, warm, affectionate. He's doing so well at taking care of his mate's needs, and he fully intends to keep doing exactly that.] Or...would you rather stay like this while I take you?
[He draws one fingertip through the mess left on Lighter's torso, his claws slowly extending now that it's safe to stop holding them back.] You do look good. ...You smell good. I don't know if I'll ever get over what that does to me...
Mngh... [Lighter made a weak attempt to lift one finger in a "just a second" gesture. He didn't want to stop for long, but he was wildly short of breath and needed to catch up with it.
There's a huffed "Heh" at the claw against his torso, like he likes that they can finally come out now. It meant he was well prepared to take his mate. His mate was taking such good care of him.
Lighter made such a good nest for them. Comfortable and intimate, they didn't need to leave it right now. And maybe he liked the mess.
No, he really liked the mess right now.]
'crazy about it... ["It" could mean a lot of things, but Lighter meant all of them. The smell, the care, the weight on top of him. He started nipping at Maxima's neck to make that mark more visible again. To think he had a miserable time hiding it before, it was about to be another week of that.]
Like this. 'Give you a good view. [Fuck him now. Like this. He'll even spread his legs wider to get the message across.]
[He leans into the bite for a moment, letting Lighter have as much of his neck as he wants, pleasure simmering through him as the mark is renewed.] All yours...
[Lighter presenting himself this way makes him groan aloud. He's well-prepared now, so Maxima takes over, clawed hands gripping one of his thighs to keep them open as he lines himself up. Gradually, but without hesitation, he slides into that tight heat inch by inch, until the swelling at the base of his cock is teasing at Lighter's rim. It's not full yet, but it's there enough to be noticed, and Maxima rocks it back and forth a little.]
Yes... this too... I know how much you want it. [He remembers how much he wanted it, and that memory of desire spurs him to thrust forward until the knot too is buried inside, still half-swollen enough not to lock them in place.] You'll look so good when I fill you up...
All mine... [And any logical protests against that statement were as audible as a whisper now. A background hissing that came out as a sharp breath when Maxima finally entered him.]
Haaa-aahh-!
[He reached for anything to grab as tight as his hole around Maxima. A hand scrambled for the sheets under them before both ultimately went to his lover's thigh and tail to grip like his life depended on it.
He's so full already, so full. But he yearned to be stuck together as they were last time. His back and neck arched when the knot finally pushed through and another bark tore out of him. It was so good but it was still not enough he needed more and more and more.]
Wan' it. Wan' it bad. Full... need t'be full 'f you. [Fill your mate up, will you? He's been so patient and didn't even have a clue how his face and shoulders flushed at Maxima's words alone even through so much fur.]
[He grips Lighter's thigh harder and pushes it back toward his torso, claws digging into the thick muscle, and his other hand grabs his lover's hip to make sure he's at the perfect angle for thrusting. Pulls back, thrusts in, hard and fast, with a rush of pleasure that draws a growl from his throat, his knot swelling a little further. And again, and again, each time a little faster, a little more friction, a little more difficulty pulling back.]
As if you're...gripping me...begging for it...
[Harder, faster. He leans down and presses a desperate kiss to Lighter's mouth, panting too much to deepen it but wanting the contact, wanting the taste of him.] Almost...
[All Lighter could say was that, though it barely sounded like words and more like pleas and moans for more. For faster. Truly the ability to speak was being pounded out of him with each thrust inside, each press against his prostate, each catch of that swelling knot trying and failing to pull out all the way.
He tried to return the kiss, wanted to desperately. He wanted as much of Maxima inside of him as possible. He wanted to taste his mate everywhere. To be so good for him.]
In, in--!
[Lighter tightened, clenched around his mate to encourage the knot to lock inside him as he reached his peak yet again. And yet again it was with a howl that only his mate could bring out of him. Thick seed from his cock spilled and spilled out, moving with his cock and the force of each grind and thrust to make an even bigger mess out of both their mid sections and possibly higher.
It just kept going. So much, so thick and yet so slick when it spread all over his strong, scarred body.]
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He knew it didn't take that long and hovered near the door shortly before Maxima arrived.
... He's gonna open this door and not be able to resist for long. If at all. The shirt Lighter wore a moment ago was added to the pile earlier. So when he does open the door its greeting Maxima to that sight.]
... C'mon. [Come here, come here, come here right now and touch me.]
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I missed you. [That isn't what he meant to say. It's only been a few days. It's true anyway but he really shouldn't be saying things like that out loud.] I want you.
[His hands are already wandering, tugging at Lighter's pants, more as an expression of desire than a serious attempt to remove them just yet.] Bed, unless you want me to bend you over something here.
[Which doesn't really sound like a terrible idea, but he's trying to be good.]
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His tail began wagging like crazy as he bumped his nose into what was left of the bite he left. At the tug at his pants, he started to walk back with Maxima still in his arms. The kiss he managed to sneak in before speaking was as quick as it was desperate and needy.]
What if I do? [Sure, he was pulling Maxima towards the nest he made but the sound of being bent over something in the main room was so hot.]
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[There. In the other room is a nest, unquestionably built for the two of them, and as soon as Maxima catches sight of it he's pushing Lighter toward it rather than being pulled in that direction. He needs to be in the core of his lover's space, surrounded in his scent.
His clothes are too tight, too warm, wrong against his skin, and he struggles out of them on the way across the room without a trace of shame or hesitation. Lighter has just enough time to shed his pants the same way before he's being shoved down into the bedding.]
Now.
[Definitely a growl in his voice.]
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[There's an accompanying growl in Lighter's voice combined with, of all things, a whine. An impatient mewl at the edge of his tone while he let himself be pushed into the nest he made. He was prepared to remove his pants quickly and easily and did so only just before Maxima shoved him down.
He kicked them off the rest of the way, adding them and thus more of his scent to the pile and leaned his head back. Presenting himself to be claimed. There was lube just off to the side of the bedding that was left opened.
Not that he consciously knew why it was there. There wasn't anything on his mind save for reaching out to his mate.]
C'mon and do it. Do it good. Do me good.
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He noses at Lighter's neck just once, breathing in deeply, and then bites down hard, sharp teeth leaving a mark that will linger a little bit even despite the other's healing ability.] Mine.
[He's not, some distant backseat part of his brain clamors. Not yours, that's not what this is. He ignores it. It's irrelevant right now to what they both want.
Instead, he draws back, satisfied at the sight of the bite mark, and reaches for the lube instead. Since it's already open it's easy to quickly coat two fingers in slick and slide them inside his lover's entrance, opening him up further. Now that they're here, the searing urgency has given way to something a little more playful.]
Oh, yes. I'm going to make you feel so good. [As if in emphasis, he finds the sweet spot that promises to have his mate howling in short order, and presses long fingers into it firmly.]
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Yours. Mine. [His hands already shifted, new claws digging into Maxima's back to claim him as well.
A short feeling of "What on Earth are you talking about, Lorenzo??" reached his subconscious mind. But it drowned out by howling and growling. If he cared to reach out to his possessor, he'd find the god dormant for now. As if letting Lorenzo have his fun.
And fun he will have once Maxima started probing inside of him. One hand stayed on the other man's back, claws still in deep. The other grabbed at the many sheets under them as that spot that had him seeing stars.]
Fuck... You already are... Ohhh, right there!
[Maxima had a great view right now. Looking at his mate tear at the seams under him while his form became more wolf-like by the second.]
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[The hair on his arms and chest is thickening, although he manages to keep enough presence of mind to keep claws in check for now. Lighter looks so good beneath him, and he leans upward to kiss him solidly. His own cock, swiftly rising to full attention, presses into his lover's thigh, dragging lightly across his skin as they move against each other.]
Just like that...I want to hear you, feel you...want to keep going like this until you're filthy and unraveled and begging for more...
[He likes that idea, really likes the image in his mind of Lighter wholly debauched, coming on his fingers until he's desperate to be fucked. They have all night and then some, there's no hurry to finish anything.]
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But has Lighter not been so patient in waiting? Working hard and keeping his mind off his mate? He wanted more and started to press into Maxima's hand. Lighter reached for the cock he wanted deeper inside of him than that hand, tugging at it against his thigh.
He could go mad like this.]
'Want more now... c'mon and fuck me proper... I need you in me now, fuck I'm already close...
[It was true, he was leaking at his tip, dripping onto his abs. His eyes showed an unspoken plea, but one that was a little more teasing away from slipping out.
He wasn't above begging. But Maxima would have to work a little for it.]
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Then show me. [A soft nip against an unmarked patch of his neck, scenting him again.] Because I'm not going to stop with just once or twice, not when we're both so eager.
[The fingers inside Lighter press harder into that sensitive spot, relent a little, press again, almost in more of a rocking motion than a bullying thrust, never entirely letting up on the pressure.] I'm going to watch you come for me, again and again and again...
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He wanted that brisk pace, though. He wanted to chase that release that he was so close to. Faster, harder, he went from touching Maxima to pushing his own body more into that touch. It wasn't enough, it wasn't enough...!]
Fuck--!
[The shift truly began to take hold of Lorenzo. That swear coming out more as a loud bark. The tail knocking sheets aside with how much it swayed as he arched his back and howled.
He reached his peak, tightening around long fingers while a long string of cum spilled as far as his chest. It kept going and going, he didn't know an orgasm could last that long even if it was barely a few extra seconds.
More howls followed, but weakened as he came down from it. But still that vibrating under his skin was still prevalent like an engine running at a hundred miles an hour.]
Fuck... please... please...
[More. Give more.]
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[The heat under his skin is blossoming, driving him further and further from restraint and into the embrace of the passion that's overtaken them both. Even without Lighter's touch he continues rolling his hips a little bit, reflexively grinding his hard length against his lover's thigh just to enjoy the extra stimulation of it.
His fingers don't stop moving either: as soon as the fluid stops spilling from Lighter's cock, he's rocking them in and out again, stroking and pressing and bullying that spot inside, harder and faster now, not giving him even a moment to recover.]
The way you look, the way you cry out for me... [He dips his head just far enough to lick up a few drops of the spend that reached high enough across his lover's chest.] And the way you taste, too... I can't get enough.
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A-Ahhhh, fuuuck-- you're so--.
[Hot, strong, good with your hands, good with your words and that absurdly fucking sexy accent. Many things, but words were becoming increasingly more difficult to find. There were two that came easy to him. One he had enough of himself to be reluctant to say aloud: "mate".
The other he said liberally.]
More, more!
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[His tone is breathless, that low growl underlaying his words as Lighter has him more and more turned on, his lazy grinding now leaking a little clear fluid against the skin of his lover's thigh.]
You make me want to give you everything and more. [He leans in close, nuzzles the bite mark he's already left on Lighter's neck, nips at the edges of it and then a little higher, and again, little teasing bites all the way up to the corner of his jaw. All the while those fingers keep pushing into him, harder, faster, more and more eager to watch him unravel.] Like this, you're all mine to play with, aren't you?
[He'd intended to keep this going longer, but at this rate he might just give in and take his own pleasure soon. There's plenty more they both want to do, after all.]
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'm a much... better toy. Than the one in your drawer-- ohhh keep going, yes!
[It wasn't even the hand in him that made him ask that. It was feeling Maxima leaking against him. Again he took the man's cock in his hand, pumping at it to get him to finish just once. Inside, outside, it didn't matter he just wanted this too.]
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Mmmh...m-more responsive, too. [He isn't stopping, but all his movements are growing quicker, more desperate. He buries his face in Lighter's neck to inhale his scent.]
Are you that eager to have me inside you? Or... [He withdraws his fingers almost entirely...and when they return, there's a third, stretching Lighter's entrance further.] Or do you want to be even more of a mess?
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Lighter loved this, this brink of over stimulation he was experiencing. What he loved more was his mate being pleased.
He was only a little more responsive. A little more receptive to actually speaking properly. Enough to get a point across.]
Maybe... I'm selfish... [He wants both. He wants it all. On him and in him.]
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Oh... [Lighter can undoubtedly feel the way Maxima's cock twitches with interest in his grip, leaking more and more by the moment. He rocks into the touch harder, faster, chasing a climax that's nearly within reach now.]
I promise you... [Another hot nip at his neck, sharper this time, likely to leave a secondary red mark even if it'll fade quickly.] Oh, I have no intention of leaving this nest...mmh, until I've repaid you for the other night.
[He thrusts his fingertips inside and curls them, stroking rather than thrusting, a constant massaging pressure as if he's trying to force his lover over the edge now.] Stay inside you...until you're so full you can't think of anything else but this...!
[The image of Lighter full and dripping with his seed, inside and out, is enough to drive him past the point of no return. With a moan that turns into a growl halfway through, he's coming, thick splatters of fluid over Lighter's hand, his leg, his belly. Mingling their fluids and their scents, marking his mate for his own.]
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[He does, and while his movements are staggered and unrefined he still pumped away at Maxima's cock and how much more wet he was getting. That was enough for Lighter's grinding to flag and words to become barks, become growls, become howls.
Those final strokes set him over and he came again, another wolf's cry ripping from him as he made a complete mess of his stomach and chest. Both of theirs, really. Filthy with their seed and sweat and an abundance of wolf fur at this point. The scent that lingered in the air was even more intoxicating in between an intense climax.
Lighter really had run out of words here. He could pull together maybe one or two that weren't "more". He didn't even need that word to declare what he wanted, just a weak attempt to pull Maxima closer so he could bury his nose in that neck. Take in his scent and never forget it.]
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Do you...want a moment to clean up? [The question is soft, warm, affectionate. He's doing so well at taking care of his mate's needs, and he fully intends to keep doing exactly that.] Or...would you rather stay like this while I take you?
[He draws one fingertip through the mess left on Lighter's torso, his claws slowly extending now that it's safe to stop holding them back.] You do look good. ...You smell good. I don't know if I'll ever get over what that does to me...
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There's a huffed "Heh" at the claw against his torso, like he likes that they can finally come out now. It meant he was well prepared to take his mate. His mate was taking such good care of him.
Lighter made such a good nest for them. Comfortable and intimate, they didn't need to leave it right now. And maybe he liked the mess.
No, he really liked the mess right now.]
'crazy about it... ["It" could mean a lot of things, but Lighter meant all of them. The smell, the care, the weight on top of him. He started nipping at Maxima's neck to make that mark more visible again. To think he had a miserable time hiding it before, it was about to be another week of that.]
Like this. 'Give you a good view. [Fuck him now. Like this. He'll even spread his legs wider to get the message across.]
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[Lighter presenting himself this way makes him groan aloud. He's well-prepared now, so Maxima takes over, clawed hands gripping one of his thighs to keep them open as he lines himself up. Gradually, but without hesitation, he slides into that tight heat inch by inch, until the swelling at the base of his cock is teasing at Lighter's rim. It's not full yet, but it's there enough to be noticed, and Maxima rocks it back and forth a little.]
Yes... this too... I know how much you want it. [He remembers how much he wanted it, and that memory of desire spurs him to thrust forward until the knot too is buried inside, still half-swollen enough not to lock them in place.] You'll look so good when I fill you up...
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Haaa-aahh-!
[He reached for anything to grab as tight as his hole around Maxima. A hand scrambled for the sheets under them before both ultimately went to his lover's thigh and tail to grip like his life depended on it.
He's so full already, so full. But he yearned to be stuck together as they were last time. His back and neck arched when the knot finally pushed through and another bark tore out of him. It was so good but it was still not enough he needed more and more and more.]
Wan' it. Wan' it bad. Full... need t'be full 'f you. [Fill your mate up, will you? He's been so patient and didn't even have a clue how his face and shoulders flushed at Maxima's words alone even through so much fur.]
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[He grips Lighter's thigh harder and pushes it back toward his torso, claws digging into the thick muscle, and his other hand grabs his lover's hip to make sure he's at the perfect angle for thrusting. Pulls back, thrusts in, hard and fast, with a rush of pleasure that draws a growl from his throat, his knot swelling a little further. And again, and again, each time a little faster, a little more friction, a little more difficulty pulling back.]
As if you're...gripping me...begging for it...
[Harder, faster. He leans down and presses a desperate kiss to Lighter's mouth, panting too much to deepen it but wanting the contact, wanting the taste of him.] Almost...
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[All Lighter could say was that, though it barely sounded like words and more like pleas and moans for more. For faster. Truly the ability to speak was being pounded out of him with each thrust inside, each press against his prostate, each catch of that swelling knot trying and failing to pull out all the way.
He tried to return the kiss, wanted to desperately. He wanted as much of Maxima inside of him as possible. He wanted to taste his mate everywhere. To be so good for him.]
In, in--!
[Lighter tightened, clenched around his mate to encourage the knot to lock inside him as he reached his peak yet again. And yet again it was with a howl that only his mate could bring out of him. Thick seed from his cock spilled and spilled out, moving with his cock and the force of each grind and thrust to make an even bigger mess out of both their mid sections and possibly higher.
It just kept going. So much, so thick and yet so slick when it spread all over his strong, scarred body.]
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