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It had been a long time for Galen. He could feel his pulse racing, his heart pounding in his chest. Just having his shirt off in Sander's presence was exhilirating enough, but to see him nearly naked was a delight for his senses. His fur shone brilliantly, even in the dim light, shades of gold and amber and straw that clung to his lithe, muscular form, the lion's lips curled into a knowing grin.

"You, too, huh?" Sander chuckled. Galen shuddered and felt his own silvery fur bristling eagerly. He nodded meekly and gave him a coy smirk. "Campaigns can be rough, you know?"

"Yeah," Galen said, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice. As soon as he'd stepped into the cabin and set eyes on the shirtless lion, he knew it wasn't for just a chat. Something in the way he talked, with the deep, silky voice he had. It was friendly, but they both knew. It may have been taboo in Fendaran society and particularly illegal for officers in the military, but gods the stirring in his loins was impossible to ignore.

"Get comfortable! We'll wash up! We've got the whole cabin to ourselves for tonight! We can do whatever we want!" he chuckled and patted Galen on the side. "It's a good time to relax!" Galen laughed weakly and nodded.

"Yeah. It's just..." he trailed off.

"What? Never been naked with another man or something?" Sander laughed. Of course he had. Every soldier had. It was impossible not to get naked with a bunch of men at some point in the military. There were just too many people in it to avoid the fact. Of course, there were very strict rules, especially when regiments of the other sex happened to be nearby.

Galen bit his lip and looked around the cabin for the first time, taking his eyes off of Sander long enough to soak in the homely, humble cabin. A warm fire burned in the fireplace--a sight that was too rare in the military--and a small kitchen was set up next to it. They could cook a nice, warm meal and if it weren't for the burning already in Galen's belly, he might've been more excited for the idea. He glanced over towards the bed on the far corner and sucked in a breath as he caught Sander in his vision again. Leaned over, his pants in hand, muscles gliding over his back and arms, down that delightfully toned arse and thighs. He muttered a curse under his breath then let out a soft whimper when he felt his sheath tighten up. He wanted to be scared of it all. After all, something like this could be the end of his career. But he'd known Sander a long time and they'd been friends for a while. But by now, they'd come closer and closer, their silent secret echoing all the louder between the two of them.

Sander caught him looking and grinned. "Yeah? Not a bad look, is it?" he taunted and turned around, Galen unable to keep his eyes from the lion's dangling balls and swaying sheath. He swallowed the lump in his throat and glanced up just in time to see Sander playfully flexing an arm. "Not often I get looks like that!" he chuckled. "Especially not from such adorable eyes!" This time Galen laughed.

"Adorable, huh? Don't know that I've ever been called that!" he smirked. Gods damned, he couldn't help himself now. He sauntered forward and unfastened his own pants. They fell off his hips easily enough but got hooked on his sheath. He let it linger until he was right in front of the lion before he flicked them off and let them fall to his feet. Sander's arms glided around his middle and pulled him close, his lips easily finding Galen's as he let out a quiet whimper. It was impossible to be silent when he felt the warmth of the lion's sheath nestling against his own, the other male's pouch almost as firm as his own, eager and warm against him. He tasted a bit rough, the dirt and sweat of a long day outside readily apparent, but it was hard to tell from his own. Sander was gentle, though, his soft lips gently wrestling Galen's until he pulled back.

"You're thick, aren't ya?" he growled sweetly in Galen's ear. Galen wasn't sure how to answer. He'd never been with a feline and didn't quite know what Sander's experience, either. "I know about knots. I've been with a few canines," he said casually as his hands slid down and squeezed Galen's arse. The wolf growled softly and pressed harder against him, the bright red of his tip slipping free from the tight confines of his sheath. Any other time, it'd have been an incredible embarrassment in front of another man, but now...

"Thicker than the few others I've seen..." he groaned and hiked his tail up as those strong fingers dug into the soft flesh of his rear. "What about you? Is it true what they say about felines?"

"Oh, I've heard many stories about what they say!" Sander said with a practiced and vaguely sarcastic laugh. "We're smaller, we cum too quickly, we're too spiky...!" Galen's ears perked. He'd forgotten that last bit. It was all the more embarrassing when his sheath throbbed at the idea of something so...exotic. "Oh? You like that?" Sander growled and shoved his crotch against Galen's. The wolf couldn't help but whimper and nod meekly. "Well, I hate to disappoint, but I'm not _that_small!" Galen blushed deeply and exhaled sharply. He hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath!

"No, no! Tha-that wasn't it!" he panted softly, his ears pinned back. Those paws may as well have had him by the nuts for all the control the lion held over him, palms planted on his back side.

"On the bed, then!" Sander grinned widely. "Let's keep this going!" Galen complied, helped along by a light shove on his rear. He flopped onto his back and wagged briefly before he felt Sander on top of him, pressing right back against him. His hips rolled as he mashed himself against Galen, the wolf moaning softly but happily, another inch of his cock sliding from his sheath, brushing against Sander's soft, silky pubic fur, slipping along his sheath. The lion growled urgently as he pressed against him, his smaller orbs brushing along Galen's, almost tickling him. He couldn't help himself and shoved his hand down to feel the other male first-hand.

"Gods," he groaned up at the lion, feeling that delightful warmth and weight in his palm, squeezing the hard flesh hidden inside the soft, furry tube around it. He could feel a soft texture inside and blushed, uncertain how to ask what he wanted. Instead, he let his thumb explore it, teasing along the shapes as Sander growled louder in his ear and shoved into his hand.

"To answer your question...I'm thicker than most!" he grunted and shoved again then paused to sit up, panting. "Wanna see?" he shifted and straddled Galen's hips, his fur glistening with a light sheen of sweat that danced in the firelight. Galen nodded and smiled lightly at him, his hand still around the lion's crotch. "Go on. Pull it down. Gently!" Galen swallowed nervously then smiled a bit more as he gently pulled down. "That's it..." Sander cooed as his pink flesh slipped free. He was shaped like a round, pink cone that grew wider and wider, gentle, narrow barbs lining his shaft. The lion groaned and pushed his hips forward, shoving more of his cock through the fingers around him and the soft sheath. "Mmm...we're not long, us felines, but..." he chuckled and Galen groaned an appreciative sound and stared. His own cock throbbed hard, thin arousal dripping over his belly. "You want it, pup?" the lion said quietly and Galen whimpered once more. He'd never been called that before. He didn't bother to answer. Instead, he shifted underneath Sander, trying to pull his legs free. The lion could read his mind and grabbed his hips, guiding him up onto all fours. His powerful arms gripped his hips and pulled him right up where he needed him, mashing his tip against Galen's backside, that bare warmth teasing at his entrance. There was no turning back now.

Sander panted and leaned over Galen, one hand on his hip, holding his rear up while his other hand rested on the bed beside Galen, his tapered cockhead dancing along Galen's backside to seek out his entrance. Galen couldn't remember the last time he'd felt that kind of warmth there and he let out a happy, quiet moan, signaling the lion that that was just where he needed him. The lion heard him clearly and pressed forward, spreading him wider and wider over that hot, tapered cock. Galen let out a loud, eager whimper, his blunt claws digging into the linens under him. His muscles tensed and squeezed around the length prodding under his tail, stretching his ring firmly but gingerly as the lion took him. He may not have had much in length, but Galen couldn't believe how thick he was, pushing in deeper and deeper and spreading him as wide as any knot he'd ever felt by the time he could feel Sander's hips pressing against his arse! The lion paused there and snarled in his ear, his claws prickling at his hips, the other at his shoulder as he held himself tight inside.

Galen let out a soft yelp when he felt something else twitching, the barbs on the lion's cock flexing outward as the lion felt the heat of Galen's walls around him, enveloping his feline length. He sucked in a deep breath and slowly pulled back, those same barbs teasing Galen's muscles as they slowly slid back out. He sucked in a deep breath when the lion paused and pushed in again, this time ramming his way in hard enough to make an audible slap of his hips against Galen's back. The wolf yelped out softly and happily, his cock sending out a stream of his arousal over the bed. He'd only just started and already could feel his knot throbbing painfully tightly in his sheath.

"Don't you dare cum, pup! Not until I tell you...!" the lion growled over him and drew himself up. Sander gripped his hips in both hands finally and held him firmly as he pulled his hips back again. Galen moaned out as those firm, flaring barbs tugged harder on the way out. "Can you take it? You gonna let me cum in you?" the lion taunted. "Or am I gonna have to cum on your back and mark you like a pack bitch?"

"No! Cum in me!" Galen found himself begging, gasping as he pushed back, aching to feel that thick base shoved into him again! He needed it desperately, only hoping that those flares didn't get any sharper. The tickled and tease their way back inside and he could feel Sander straining over him, thrusting harder, deeper, sending another blessed, thicker inch deeper inside, another wave of those barbs taunting him. His knot slipped out of his sheath, painfully hard and swollen, his cock leaking his eager preseed all over the linens as Sander's rocked him harder and harder. The sound of Sander's hips smacking against him only made it harder for him to hold back his building climax. He couldn't help but to push back, hoping to feel more of those barbs surging into him.

"That's it, pup! That's it...!" he heard the lion groaning, his voice tight and straining. His hips started to lose their pace and Galen nearly lost his own, the wolf moaning out a loud and blissful noise as he felt the lion drench him with his seed. He'd never felt such a powerful climax from another male, the lion's warmth surging deep under his tail and towards his belly as he thrust erratically and urgently against him, groaning with ecstasy as he came. "There you are...! That's a good boy...!" he moaned softly as his hips slowed. Galen's toes curled and he whimpered, his own length dripping steadily. Oh, he was so close, but he just needed a touch to help...! He whined quietly, not daring to say a word for fear of the lion pulling out. "Oh? You wanna cum, too?" the lion chuckled through a ragged pant. "Alright." Galen gasped as he felt Sander's fingers slide around the thick bulb of his knot, squeezing him in his palm and tugging him gently. Galen couldn't stop his hips from surging forward, shoving into the grip around him before he let out a stifled howl. He could feel his own throbbing in Sander's palm, pulsing again and again as he came in a blissful peak. He almost immediately regretted not putting anything down ahead of time, but the feeling was too immensely pleasant to care. He drenched the linens in his lupine mess and rocked his hips back and forth, his walls squeezing rhythmically around the barbed cock buried in him as he poured his own warmth over the bed.

"Gods damn..." he muttered and panted, his fur bristling out to let cool air against his damp skin. He groaned and sank down. Sander's wasn't far behind--literally nor figuratively--as he slumped over the wolf under him.

"We both needed that, huh," he said stupidly. Galen smiled to himself and let out an giddy giggle.

"Oh, yes!" he rumbled and twitched once more around Sander. "I think so!"