Everything in its Right Place ((OPEN-Dirty?))

[Chris]

"Fuck!" he growled, twisting with a little squeal, tail trying to pull tight though he loved the thrill of it, his blood by that point boiling. Thrilled beyond belief, though his face didn't betray that, he hurriedly worked the fly to Brad's pants open, trying to slam his body against the other as his hand moved around, trying to mimic the other's movement with his fingers, from the angle it being a bit more difficult.

[Rozumbrad]

Rozumbrad shoved a third finger in, pushing them in and out roughly, curling his fingers as he fucked Chris with his hand. He put the head of Chris's cock in his mouth again, sucking, and letting his teeth graze the shaft.

[Chris]

Chris's hands and arms moved above his head, deep groan offered, shaky groan even as his hips bucked up a bit wildly. The sensation just felt so good. He felt so complete, so whole.

[Rozumbrad]

Brad used the advantage to break Chris's hold. He moved up, keeping his fingers in Chris, capturing his mouth in a kiss that was more tongue than lips.

[Chris]

Chris groaned heavily, his own tongue combating the other's before he bit, trying to draw a little blood, wanting the taste. Revved, ready to go. Beneath the waistcoat, he scraped his nails up Rozumbrad's back, shuddering. "Fuck." A lustful breath as he strained, unable to turn them over from the position.

[Rozumbrad]

Rozumbrad snarled at Chris. He removed his fingers shifting to sit on Chris's stomach.

"Clean them," he said, shoving the fingers that had been in Chris's arse into Chris's mouth. The other hand unbuttoned his waistcoat, before moving to open Chris's shirt.

[Chris]

Chris made the most disgusted face as he tried to turn away, tried to get the offending fingers away from his mouth, a bite given. "Fuck you," he spat, achingly hard by that point, a lust for sex and violence melding together as one.

[Rozumbrad]

Brad slapped Chris across the face. He took a moment to waistcoat off. He twisted one of Chris's nipples painfully, smearing his fingers across his lips again.

"Clean them little bitch."

[Chris]

Chris moaned, gasping then as his hips bucked up, legs shifting as he tried to get the momentum to flip them over though the weight right there on his midsection was too difficult. He writhed before sliding his claws down Rozumbrad's back again.

"Make me," he growled, spitting at the other.

[Rozumbrad]

Brad leaned down, grasping Chris's throat. "I want them clean," he hissed, claws pricking, but not drawing blood.

[Chris]

Chris's breath shortened with the hold on his throat, collar seeming all too tight as well. He struggled for air for a moment before the deeply set feeling of euphoria settled in, a deeper groan surfacing as he opened his mouth, licking the fingers.

[Rozumbrad]

"Good boy," Brad said. He polled his hips backwards, moving over Chris's groin.

[Chris]

The cat bucked up, breathing harder as he gazed the other in the eye, licking the fingers more vigorously then, eyes hazed over.

[Rozumbrad]

Brad's hand left Chris's neck as he raised himself enough to shift Chris's pants further down.

"Good boy," he purred. "Good boy gets a fuck."

[Chris]

Chris worked to kick the offending material off as he offered a growl, this time in anticipation. Need. Want. Something.

"Now." he demanded.

[Rozumbrad]

Brad shuffled his pants down to his knees. He lifted Chris's legs around his waist, and thrust in.

He figured he had had plenty of preparation from his fingers before.

[Chris]

No matter how much preparation, the first penetration always was the worst especially without any sort of lubricant, and he couldn't help but cry out in pain. His head turned to the side, face scrunched up as he tried to regulate his breathing. When he'd first started out with Fangor's gang, he'd never been broke by a tom before. And still, the compliment he often received was how tight he was. Great for the top, and once he got used to it the bottom too, not that he considered himself a bottom although for whatever reason the gang seemed to enjoy fucking him, not the other way around. He didn't mind though, liked it, actually. He could receive more love that way.

He nodded his head as he looked in Brad's eyes, a signal that he was okay. That he was good to go. Some thrusts and he'd be set.

[Rozumbrad]

Rozumbrad began thrusting. Slower at first, but soon settled into a steady rhythm. Slow pull back, hard thrust in. He continued this pattern as he leaned down to capture Chris's mouth again.

[Chris]

In turn, Chris panted, body rocking with the other's motion, legs hooking behind Brad's back as he stroked his cheek, hands gripping the back of his head as he kissed him feverishly, needily, slit of his length slick from precum.

[Rozumbrad]

Rozumbrad put both hands on the ground beside Chris's shoulders, bracing as he continued relentlessly.

"Fuck. Good boy. Tight boy."

[Chris]

He unhooked then rehooked his legs tighter, arms wrapping snugly behind Brad's back, claws digging in as he panted. "I'm a good boy. Good boy for you." He shuddered, the pleasure starting to pass further through his body, toes curling.

[Rozumbrad]

Rozumbrad grunted, shifting slightly to push deeper.

"Fuck little boy!" he hissed, coming in Chris with a groan.

[Chris]

The warming sensation inside him was close, but it was releasing the other's back, closing his own hand around his throat, cutting off the oxygen that, in combination, made him come. His body convulsed, eyes falling shut. Groaning. Letting his hand go.

[Rozumbrad]

Rozumbrad lay on top of Chris, panting.

"Good boy," he said, licking Chris's nose.

[Chris]

Chris took a little longer to catch his breath before his arms wrapped around Rozumbrad, head tilting up to lick at his jawline in turn affectionately, unable to speak for the moment. Words couldn't have expressed the love he felt, the great amount of it. The pleasure that accompanied the pain was proof -- suffer for love. Love everyone.

[Rozumbrad]

Rozumbrad didn't love Chris, but he may be willing to admit to liking him. He could certainly get used to the sex.

He nuzzled Chris's cheek. "Still want fish?"

[Chris]

"Mmmhmmm," he purred lightly. "Just... just one more minute." Another lick or two were offered before he unhooked his legs, wincing as he pulled back. "Did you have fun? Wasn't too easy?"

[Rozumbrad]

"I'd say it was quite hard," Brad said, moving to sit beside Chris. He grabbed his waistcoat and slipped it on, not bothering to do it up.

He leaned down to lick Chris's stomach, cleaning the come from him.

[Chris]

Chris stretched, arms above his head. "Very hard," he grinned a bit, though that silliness faded. "I'm glad it was what you like. I liked it too. It was good for me. I like it when I'm shown so much love. I feel so much."

[Rozumbrad]

"Don't worry," Brad said. "There's much more where that came from."

He finished cleaning and sat up again, putting his pants back on properly.