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Post by flashgordon on May 27, 2010 2:36:54 GMT -5
Munkustrap had lead Kitrina back to his den, after almost getting backwards himself. A drunken Munk really wasn't that fantastic; he'd hate himself in the morning. But it wasn't the morning yet, and he had plenty of time for some things inbetween.
"So uh," Pushing at the entrance to open it, he looked back at her with a grin, one arm around her waist still. "This is, uh, it. My den." He lead her inside, sitting her down so he could adjust the entrance again. In the drunken slurr of his thinking, he had the passing thought that he really didn't know how to handle this situation. It had been a long, long while since a queen had graced his den, and he wasn't exactly suave with the ladies in the first place, not since his fiasco as a teenager. But, honestly, he was too sloshed to really give the thought much mind, and went to sit beside her, finally letting his open shirt fall off his shoulders and to the floor.
"Dunno what you want." He mumbled, leaning closer to her, unsure if it was of his own accord or him losing his balance somewhat. "I'm kinda... like... really turned on."
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Post by Kitrina on May 27, 2010 8:15:32 GMT -5
After stumbling, jeans all but forgotten from where she left them near the car, she was thankful to sit down, to somewhat try to take in the den. It was dark, and though sight generally wasn't a concern in it, there was a little more haze from the alcohol. Munkustrap's words, however, were a guideline as she laughed, not a giggle--she never was the "cute" type to do that. "So now you are? I kn-I knew it. Because of me? You're really handsome." She tried to turn into him, legs a bit tangled, knees hitting his thigh, but she didn't process that sort of collision as she smoothed her hands over his chest, over some of the faint old scars, clear accumulations from fights, studying the muscle. Growing up on the streets, growing up with gang affiliation, this is what she knew, what she recognized, what she found so appealing cosmetically. Cats that were flawless, free from any sort of marring, disinterested her; they didn't understand life.
She had very little scarring, the inside of her upper thigh still cursing her with the small cut M, something she could hide with jeans, something she could usually hide even without due to placement.
"What do you want? I want--I want what YOU want."
Made sense to her!
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Post by flashgordon on May 28, 2010 21:28:41 GMT -5
"I don't even know what I want." He said, scratching at his head in what could only be confusion, head tilted at her. After a moment, he leaned forward to nuzzle his nose into her cheek before tilting to kiss her, somewhat unsure at first but then harder. It lasted a moment or two before he pulled back with a dumb grin on his face.
"Yeah, it's been too long." Said with a slight laugh.
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Post by Kitrina on May 28, 2010 21:57:07 GMT -5
Warmth came to her face as she smirked back at him, the kiss having caught her by surprise but she was eager to match it with her own intensity, still leaning forward as he pulled back. "How long?" she asked as she shifted her weight to straddle his waist, arms resting lightly on his shoulders, forehead touching his. "I bet I can--I can beat you. Unless you count the Bomb. God, did you see her tits? I felt fucking flat next to her. And I'm--I'm not flat."
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Post by flashgordon on May 28, 2010 22:01:24 GMT -5
A grin on his face, he put his arms around her waist, looking to her.
"So long I forget how long." He mumbled, his paw sliding underneath her shirt to rub her back slowly, sighing in what might have been a thoughtful manner. "And no, no you're not flat... at all.." He said, looking straight into her eyes, his own hazy.
"But I never liked Bomba that much so... so I dunno."
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Post by Kitrina on May 28, 2010 22:06:24 GMT -5
Her body involuntarily shivered with the contact, the ridges of her spine faintly protruding from mal-nutriiton, emaciation from stress. Long time for him, huh? Maybe she could believe it. "And they--they said they didn't think you liked queens at all. Or anyone, really," she added as an afterthought, purring slightly as she nuzzled her face by his neck, giving it a lick before giggling.
"So you've been--you've checked me out? Before tonight? And--and you don't think Bomba's hot? I do, and I'm not even so... uh... lesbian! That was it. Yes." She wriggled her hips a bit before sliding closer to him, teeth closing around his ear, a little tug given, a playful seduction.
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Post by flashgordon on May 28, 2010 22:16:26 GMT -5
Munkustrap let out a groan, hugging her tightly to his chest and kissing her neck and collarbone. "Yeah they all think that. I just don't go 'round humping everything that moves." He muttered, his lips still against her neck. This was hardly wooing conversation, but neither of them were in good mind, either.
He let his fingers play a little with the edge of her panties, kissing her neck again before saying anything else. "Yeah. And, I'm pretty sure they think I don't like queens since... I don't like her. But you, I do like you." He grinned against her fur, letting himself have a moment to take in her scent. He forgot how good queens could smell.
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Post by Kitrina on May 28, 2010 22:32:04 GMT -5
"God," she breathed, just about set off more by his words than anything else, even the touches, the kisses.
But you, I do like you.
She couldn't help it as she used her strength to push Munk onto his back, on fours above him, tail swishing, brushing the back of her calves and his shins in a fluid motion. "I--I thought you hated me. Say it again. Say you like me. Please. No one's said that in years." She rocked back enough to press a kiss to his clavicle, hand working between them to the fly of his slacks. Khakis always felt soft to her fingers, maybe because she always stuck to denim, or some sort of cargo pants. The top button was done with a seeming ease, thumb and forefinger playing with the zipper, maybe undoing it unbelievably slow. "God, you're so--you're so much hotter than your--your brother. He doesn't come--come close."
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Post by flashgordon on May 28, 2010 22:48:22 GMT -5
Munk gave a little whimper at that, letting his head fall back and closing his eyes. It had been so long, he was genuienly enjoying this - shame he had to get drunk for him to let his guard down enough to have anything like this happen. Her fingers on the zipper were maddening. He wanted her to get it over with, so they could get to something more fun.
"I like you." He said, finally looking back to her again. He didn't understand why those words meant so much. Definitely wasn't something most queens begged for you to say again before sex. A little amused smile there, eyes trained on her. "Tugger'd hate to hear that."
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Post by Kitrina on May 28, 2010 23:02:22 GMT -5
"Mmm, I'd say it to--to his face. Yeah--I would," she purred before mouthing lower on his chest, hips rotating as she crawled backward and down, fly successfully open. But then was her chance for her own amusement, foreplay having been a luxury that she rarely got to enjoy. Sometimes with Chris it had been there, other times more forced on her end in the gang, but now thoughts of Chris didn't surface as she turned her hand to slide it beneath the open fly and rub against the fabric. Something seemed a bit different about it, but it didn't register as she kissed lower, nipping by his stomach, down the bit of happy trail, teeth tugging at the waistband before getting a look.
Her head cocked curiously as she sat back.
"Ooh. What are these?" she asked more cutely, tail swishing, the paw already present giving another rub. "I see silver."
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Post by flashgordon on May 28, 2010 23:13:15 GMT -5
A groan was given, hips raising up slightly into the touches before he looked down.
"Huh?" He was caught off-guard by the question, propping himself up on his elbows. He seemed confused for a moment before realization caught him. "Ooooh. Those."
Usually he'd have been embarrassed, a rapid explanaition, though there wasn't one to be had. He honestly just liked wearing them. The tom really wasn't flashy in public, but flashy things pleased him. He just didn't think everyone needed to know about it. At the moment, though, he made an effort to slide his pants down further.
"It's some of my favourite underwear." He said, seeming a little pleased with himself. "I dunno if you like them... kinda dumb."
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Post by Kitrina on May 28, 2010 23:20:46 GMT -5
"They're like a mirror," she grinned, not seeming to notice his attempt to strip further but rather noticing that she had better access to rub her palm against the bulge. "They're more--interesting!--than mine. See? Let's--let's compare!" She gave a slight tug to hers. "Boring laceeee versus... shiny."
A giggle surfaced. It was really kind of funny, in a way. "You're a kinky bastard, aren't you?"
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Post by flashgordon on May 28, 2010 23:28:38 GMT -5
Munkustrap gave a laugh, reaching and sliding his fingers along the edge of the lacy fabric. "I like yours. But they look better on you than they would on... um, me." His tone was strange; it was hard to tell if he was trying to joke, or attempting seriousness. Either way, it was probably the truth.
At her question, he couldn't help but smile at her. "I can be, sometimes. Just... just don't tell nobody. They'd never shut up about it and... shit. Wouldn't be fun." Maybe funny for somebody else. But not him. Oh no. Even drunk he knew it.
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Post by Kitrina on May 28, 2010 23:38:14 GMT -5
"Mmmm, I so knew it. Soooooo knew it," she replied, shifting back to tug at the khaki legs to rid Munkustrap of the further garments. "But it'd be fun... blackm..mail.. yes." Once she shivered, wriggling a bit with his fingers. "I'm--I'm supposed to be making you feel good and you keep... distracting me!" She ducked her head to kiss his thigh once, a bite given before she gave another hard pull, yelped, and fell on her butt on the ground, pants successfully joining her.
She was about to proclaim that she succeeded in making sure that Munkustrap wasn't overdressed, before spotting it. Discarded fabric. Black. A delighted squeal was given as she grabbed the tie and pulled it around her neck, doing a windsor knot deftly. NOW she believed she was hot, and was ready to show that as she climbed back on the bed, the fabric hanging down in front of the black undershirt. "Where were we?" she asked, oh-so-innocently, heel of her palm brushing the crotch of Munkustrap's underwear.
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Post by flashgordon on May 28, 2010 23:43:41 GMT -5
Munkustrap was laughing at her fall - it was genuinely funny. Not the most graceful way to remove someone's trousers.
The laugh subsided into a broad grin, biting his lip somewhat as his hips raised up somewhat into the rub, a purr starting in his chest. One paw sat at her bottom, giving it a slight squeeze. The other paw had traced it's way up her shirt, fondling her breast contently.
"We were here. I like here."
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Post by Kitrina on May 28, 2010 23:55:39 GMT -5
"Here? Right here?" she teased, rubbing a bit harder, back arching into the touch, head thrown back as if to expose more of herself. She shivered once more, not quite willing to budge from her spot though partly she felt she should to better please him. That was the way it worked. Give. Always give.
A whine sounded then, shoulders rotating, a heavier breath, nipples hardening under the touch. "Goooood, Munk." Her head dropped then as she caught his lips fairly heavily.
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Post by flashgordon on May 29, 2010 0:06:51 GMT -5
He kissed her zealously, breathing heavier with excitement. He wanted more, his hips moving slowly, but didn't want to say anything. He was well aware he'd probably say something stupid, and didn't want to risk losing this chance. A playful nip at her lip was given, squeezing and kneading into her breast.
Finally he let the kiss break, licking his lip slightly as he looked up at her. "I'm out of practice." He muttered, the purr still in his chest. He looked thoughtful before grabbing hold of the edges of her shirt, pulling it up. "Off, take this off."
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Post by Kitrina on May 29, 2010 0:11:33 GMT -5
"Not gonna ask please?" she taunted in return, tongue sliding over her lips as she arched her back, making no move to aide him. Maybe it was a bit jerkish of her, but she wanted to see just how far she could push it, to see if this sort of affection would last. Or was it more attention? It'd been years, and was too hard to tell the difference as she sat upright, a little ways back from him, situating her rump a bit too perfectly by his groin.
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Post by flashgordon on May 29, 2010 0:18:48 GMT -5
Munk grunted, and gave a bit of a whine as he was denied, pawing at her. "Come on, I want to play." A pout was there, trying to bring her back down to him. He tried to perch himself up somewhat, looking up at her.
"What do I gotta do to get the shirt off?" He asked curiously.
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Post by Kitrina on May 29, 2010 0:21:07 GMT -5
"Whoa, that actually worked?" Kitrina asked, simply amazed in drunken stupor. But if Munkustrap were at her mercy, she'd exploit that.
"You have to..."
...
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"I don't know. What do you think's a good thing you gotta do for me to take my shirt off?"
Far too many pronouns.
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Post by flashgordon on May 29, 2010 0:28:26 GMT -5
Munkustrap stared blankly at her. He really had no idea of how to respond to that...
"I dunno... I might have something..." He said thoughtfully, scratching at his head. "Might at least amuse you enough... I dunno if I should though..." He was a bit too drunk to regret his words, though he probably should have been.
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Post by Kitrina on May 29, 2010 0:31:30 GMT -5
Dunno if he should? He sealed his fate. She crawled off of him, arms folding in front of her chest, tongue sticking out. "Bring it. If you're questioning it, it means you should." Her face was simply aglow, though she was twisting and wriggling a bit, maybe a bit too turned on herself. "And hurry. Don't wanna waaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiit."
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Post by flashgordon on May 29, 2010 0:39:10 GMT -5
Munkustrap gave a loud groan, making himself sit up and giving her a look.
"Fine." Somewhat grumbled, pawing over his ear, mostly just at the fact she had moved. He stood, wobbling a little, and kicked aside a few boxes, seeing to have forgotten he was only clad in his silver skivvies. He grabbed a particular box, opening it up and peering inside.
"You can't tell nobody, got that?" A sentence that, due to the alcohol, actually didn't mean what he had intended. But her certainly didn't notice, as he pulled out a bright blue skirt, pulling it on with some difficulty with his erection, which wasn't comletely pleasant. He looked awkward standing there, not well poised. Actually... it would look awkward anytime, with his more muscular frame. His build, mixed with the feminine clothing, really didn't mix; it was made worse when he slipped on a frilly top (which didn't match the skirt, it must be added) and he gave a laugh.
"Is this worth boobs?" He asked, head tilted. Phrases like those... if he heard them sober, would make him wince at the vague resemblance to his brother. For now though, it was deifnitely a valid question. If that wasn't worth boobs, nothing was.
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Post by Kitrina on May 29, 2010 0:45:33 GMT -5
Had she been sober, she would have burst out laughing, maybe even applauding his valiant effort with the clashing colors. But, she wasn't sober, and after seeing Chris in his kilt, a part of her mind was triggered. A more pleasant memory. Her arms lowered, one hand lifting, index finger beckoning him forth. "Keep it on for now," she instructed, feeling almost giddy by giving a command for the first time in her life as she leaned back, still keeping her shirt on. Propped on her elbows, she smirked.
"I gave you a lapdance, you should give me one, then you can have all the boobs you want."
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Post by flashgordon on May 29, 2010 0:52:12 GMT -5
"You mean this isn't good enough?" An over-exagerated sigh before he walked over to her. This was going to be a disaster. If he woke up with any memory of this, he would die of embarrasment even if Kitrina didn't remember. Maybe he would be lucky. "You're really gonna hate saying that. Cause, I'll tell you, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing."
He really didn't. He went to straddle her lap, hips rotating slightly, a slightly dumb grin on his face (at least it wasn't Plato dumb, he had that) as he put his paws on her shoulders. He had absolutely no grace in this that Kitrina had posessed. And he couldn't blame that on the alcohol.
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Post by Kitrina on May 29, 2010 0:58:11 GMT -5
She couldn't help but laugh then, head lifting as she slid out her tongue, licking his chest when he was close enough, thriving on the extra weight over her. Essentially trapped. Hands gripped his ass as she gave another lick before rocking back. "I think you've been good." She gripped the base of her shirt, pulling up a little before stalling, almost self-conscious.
Fuck it, she thought, alcohol taking over.
"If you laugh, I'll kick you in the balls."
And she pulled the undershirt off and over, tie falling down to rest between her breasts as she gazed at him. For her size, lithe and emaciated as it was, she was fairly endowed, the stripes on her body accentuating the curves, but were she at a normal weight she'd have been average, if not slightly small. It was all about proportions.
"Don't laugh," she said again.
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Post by flashgordon on May 29, 2010 1:08:00 GMT -5
Munk still grinned at her, ears flicking. "Why would I laugh?" He asked, his paws going to her breasts happily, like most toms he was fairly content if given a pair of boobs to play with. He pushed her back gently, adjusting so he could lean down and kiss her breast, nuzzling and licking it lightly, purring loudly. One paw still kneaded into her breast, the other rubbed her thigh slowly, reveling in touching another after so long.
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Post by Kitrina on May 29, 2010 8:37:35 GMT -5
"Nhn, others have, mhnnnnnnn, but you're not them, oh God, nhnn, and just--" Words broke up, hips shifting as she arched her back, eyes falling shut. The lower paw was almost a guide and she found herself just just arching her back but spreading her legs a little, hips rising as much as they could go underneath his weight. She twisted fingers in Munkustrap's fur, rubbing along his ear.
Fuck it'd been a long time, longer since there was a tenderness to it, drunk as they both were. Chris had once been more gentle before he joined the gang. Often she'd blame the gang for the full morph, but there were some instances he had before. Their last few times together were fast and painful.
Her other paw lowered to his back, tiptoeing along his spine, massaging by his shoulder.
So different this time.
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Post by flashgordon on May 29, 2010 9:40:04 GMT -5
Munk pulled away from her chest, looking to her and raising himself up to shift, lowering down on top of her gently so he could kiss her. He settled comfortably between her legs, his hips rotating slowly as he kissed her hard, purring loudly. It had been a long enough time for him, perhaps being drunk was a blessing; he really wouldn't be that comfortable where he was now, with her, someone he honestly didn't know that well, if it weren't due to the alcohol.
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Post by Kitrina on May 29, 2010 9:51:15 GMT -5
She maintained contact in the kiss, her own moan offered again as she shifted, paws lowering to the fabric separating them, a tug given to the lace before she twisted awkwardly beneath him, not willing to relinquish his lips. There was more difficulty, but success as she felt the lace give way and slip lower, turns of her ankles given to rid the fabric. Funny how she was more uncomfortable about taking off her shirt than underwear.
And now, with a tom she'd liked longer than she'd care to admit, she was naked beneath him save for a tie that managed to stay on throughout the ordeal.
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