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Rey wasn't exactly jealous of Navah's fashion, but he couldn't quite take his eyes off the handsome jackal as he danced either. The way his almost skin-tight, gothic-styled pants hugged every inch of his legs - and his rump, of course - and the shiny vest that left his belly bare, probably made of latex, leaving his slim but still strong arms free to move around, with two leather arm-straps to balance out the look. Not that the cat wasn't dressed nicely, but his was a different style, with belted leather pants and a flowing, sharp-looking tailcoat of the same material. The both of them were quite perfect for the Dunkelfelltanz, an obscure and yet much-beloved yearly festival of sorts, a beautiful celebration of darker musical themes.

This was no time to really have a conversation, but nonetheless, Rey dared himself to slip onto the dancefloor, and in a brief moment of contact, to slip a little note into the jackal's pocket. One that suggested they meet up in private once the party was over and the inevitable hangovers had faded. He'd meant it to only be a brief, suggestive touch, but the jackal caught him in the act, a cunning grin on his face as his greedy hands in turn caught the cat's waist, pulling him closer. Only for a brief moment; he knew the feline wasn't much of a dancer, but he held him there, close, sharing the heat of the night and using the opportunity to enjoy Rey's slender form pressed against him.

He already knew what the note said, of course. It wasn't the first time someone had done just that. Usually he didn't humour the requests, but he already knew Rey. In typically feline ways, the little spotted cat preferred being indirect and subtle. Maybe they'd exchange some fashion tips, or even fashion itself, he thought, his mind free to think as his body moved on its own according to the bassline reverberating through the almost-orgiastic dancers. If nothing else, it'd be a good moment to share a glass of wine with his friend.

Sure enough, few days later, once time allowed, he'd arranged to meet the cat at his place. Rey greeted him dressed in the same outfit he'd worn at the club, and Navah likewise. That was, after all, what the cat had mentioned in the note. A quick, warm kiss later, they were sitting in Rey's living room, slowly sipping on two glasses of crimson wine.

"So, did you have anything specific in mind?" the jackal purred, enjoying the way his friend squirmed when he looked at him. That was the whole purpose of his attire, after all. To catch eyes, and provide eyecandy for those eager, hungry onlookers.

"I was hoping we could, um, trade clothes," the cat replied. His voice squeaked a little, barely able to contain his excitement. It was an odd request, but interesting, and the jackal was all too happy to oblige. He _did_certainly want to see the cat dressed in what he was wearing. Particularly the slick, form-fitting underwear beneath his pants. That'd be a surprise, though.

Navah didn't bother replying. Not verbally, anyway. Leisurely, he took another sip of wine, savouring the rich notes of blackcurrant and chocolate, but what he _really_was enjoying was the look of eager anticipation on Rey's face, more delicious than any wine. Then, he put the glass down quietly and stood up, motioning for the feline to do the same. The vest he was wearing wasn't easy to get off; as beautiful as the black latex was when complimenting his body, it was less beautiful when trying to peel it off, like a second skin. Still, he managed to do so with some grace, slowly easing it over his chest while Rey stared.

The jackal was almost obscenely beautiful; a rich, masculine body, visibly toned, but with notes of feminine elegance in his narrow waist and the softer features overlaying muscle. At least, that's what Rey thought, but most of all his attention fixated on the silver piercings on Navah's nipples, when those came into view. They looked heavy, with the distinct argent gleam_¸_ and stood in stark contrast to his midnight-black pelt. A mental image of him running his tongue over them and teasing them with his teeth flashed through Rey's mind.

Then, he realized he should get undressed too. Overcoat, first. He lacked the jackal's flair and exaggerated, sensual motions, but the eagerness with which he fumbled with the buttons only made it more endearing and attractive. Even Navah, despite his normally aloof and distant personality, couldn't deny the stirrings of arousal as he watched. His tongue ran over his lips, wetting them with saliva. Though the night had begun as merely having a glass of wine, the energy in the room was quickly growing more intimate, drawing the two towards each other.

Rey shrugged off the overcoat, folding it quickly and placing it on the table. Next, he quickly pulled off the undershirt, leaving his upper body bare. His breasts weren't much to look at, or so he'd always felt, small as they were - perky and subtle but still eye-catching little things - but the way the cooler air in the room washed over his nipples and left them stiff still made him feel rather sexy. His cock twitched in his pants, luckily hidden by the thicker leather. Not that he really wanted to hide his lust, but no good gambler showed his hand immediately.

It was Navah's turn again. His pants were unbuttoned and easily pulled down, leaving the cat to gaze at his "surprise"; latex underwear, just as tight as his vest, but outlining an even more sensual prize, hugging his sheath, covering all of it yet hiding very little. Suddenly, Rey's mouth felt dry. Desire, anticipation, perhaps with a slight tinge of anxiety. He doubted he could wear those quite as well as the jackal did, but then again, did that really matter? Trading clothes like this was still oddly intimate and titillating.

Rey hooked his thumb claws into his shorts and teased them over his hips. Whereas the jackal had an ultimately masculine body despite the elegant touches, Rey was exactly in between, equal parts male and female. His hips weren't wide, perhaps, but they had a smooth roundness to them, and it was the jackal's turn to be mesmerized by the sight of form-fitting and protective leather revealing warm, soft fur. He was equally pleased, but perhaps not surprised, by the cat's cock slowly coming into view thick and firm, half hard already. The thick leather was good at concealing it, but the jackal he been able to tell Rey was feeling arousal from his quickened breath and the flushed look on his muzzle.

The sight was delicious, nonetheless, and served as rather succinct proof that he'd been right. He gnawed on his lip when Rey's shaft sprung free, bouncing once before simply hanging there, demanding attention. He could feel his own cock twitch in response, not quite ready to slip out of its protective sheath, but close. He didn't wait for the cat to finish undressing. One smooth movement later, executed with perfect grace, Navah had slipped off his latex underwear, standing naked before Rey and letting him explore every inch of his body with his eyes, including his swollen sheath.

"Now, put them on," Navah grinned, his voice husky and seductive.

Rey's hands trembled, if only slightly, as he took that pair of underwear from the jackal, the smooth surface still warm with his body heat, and the interior slick both due to the design and Navah's lust. Putting them on was a little harder than taking them off, due to the direction of his fur, but he managed, purring quietly to himself as he slowly pulled them up his legs, feeling the tight rubber hug every contour of his body. In doing so, he got harder still, until he had to position his overeager shaft to the side to actually fit inside. Even then, it'd be plainly visible as a bulge beneath.

The jackal, for his part, would be more concealed. Rey's leather clothes were thicker, better at hiding any signs of arousal. Not that he wouldn't get just as erect as the cat was, it was inevitable, but he'd have plausible deniability on his side. Just the way he liked it; always keep them guessing until the very end.

"Now, the vest," Navah murmured, and Rey obliged, pulling that equally tight piece of clothing down over his head and chest. It left his belly bare; without the longer pants, the outfit was almost obscene in how erotic it both looked and made the cat feel. Latex thin enough to leave even his modest breasts clearly outlined, and without much in the way of coverage either. With his equally obvious erection, the outfit was practically screaming out in wanton lust, demanding that someone collar and claim him, and sate that smouldering desire.

Those desires wouldn't get sated, of course, at least not yet. The anticipation, the hunt even, was the best part of it for Navah.

Instead, he wore the cat's tailcoat. It, too, was stiff and protective. Not as snug and form-fitting as Navah would've chosen, but with a different kind of appeal. Warm, tough and elegant. The kind of garment that one might wear for a winter's night ball, or perhaps one with a lot of predators prone to bite and nip in the throes of passion and foreplay.

The jackal, himself, wasn't known not to bite.

With the both of them fully dressed in each other's chosen attire, he leaned in to press his muzzle against Rey's. The immediate touch was electrifying, then melted into a warm heat. His fangs grazed the cat's lips, a gentle nibble here and then, and even he couldn't suppress a gasp when Rey did the same to him. His raspy, feline tongue didn't make it any easier to stay composed, feeling equal parts like sandpaper - ever so slightly painful - and almost like a loving, scratching massage. Especially when it tangled with his, which was almost too much to bear, and the sheer erotic tension between the two didn't help matters any. Navah realized he was almost certainly hard, by now, or he would be if not for the constraining grip of the leather. To distract himself from it, he snuck a knee between Rey's legs, gently bringing it upwards until it pressed against Rey's own stiffness, causing the cat to moan out again.

Kissing a feline was a game he'd always lose if it went on for too long, and so he broke the kiss, followed by a sharp intake of air. Luckily, the jackal had other strengths. His arms wrapped tightly around Rey's waist and he pulled his slender body close before planting his muzzle against the cat's throat instead, right in that sensitive part where shoulder, neck, and chest joined, above his collarbone. Navah ran his tongue along the thin fur, delighting in how Rey shivered and stutter-purred, almost melting into his arms. When his teeth followed the sensual curves of his body, nibbling gently along each inch, the cat returned the favour, hands slipping under the jackal's clothes and his claws raking up along the small of his back.

It was Navah's turn to shiver and squirm, now. Cool and composed as he might be, the cat knew all the buttons to press as well, and it was impossible to deny how good_having those claws sensually, very gently, scratch along his back felt. Quickly, now, he countered, one of his paws sliding down Rey's latex-clad front, over both slippery, warm rubber and soft fur, down to his crotch. He felt his feline erection beneath the latex and _squeezed. It slipped along his body wetly, lubricated by trapped precum. Rey groaned, his grip on the jackal tightening instinctively, claws pricking at his skin before relaxing. Instead, his hips bucked. It was an impossible impulse to resist, really; the jolts of pleasure as the jackal squeezed greedily and knowingly shot right up his spine like lightning, leaving his fur standing on end.

He worked on Rey's shaft for a moment before all but letting go, holding his hand against that masculine member to feel it throb faintly. If he kept at it too long, Rey would surely spill his seed, and he had better plans for that. They had all night to enjoy each other, after all, and that meant going slow, driving up the tension to unbearable levels before finally letting it all release in the small hours of the night. He picked the small cat up by his waist and hoisted him onto the sofa, pinning him down. All night, indeed...

One last article of clothing remained, or rather, accessories. The arm-straps. While letting his weight keep the kitty pinned down, he slickly unfastened them, and then - gently moving against the cat in a kind of clothed mating, gentle grinding and firm thrusts - wrapped them around Rey's arms instead. For a moment, he thought about trading collars, if only for the night, but already the action was a little too excited, a little too feverish to pause for long enough to do so. Navah's hands were everywhere along the cat's body, cunning fingers combing through every inch of bare, warm fur, tracing the slick surface of the latex, and kneading parts both firm and soft lovingly and affectionately.

The cat wasn't helpless, despite being pinned down. One of his hand slipped under Navah's coat, claws teasing at his back and sides. Rey's apartment was always kept warm, but the heat of the moment made it feel almost tropical, building up around the two until it left both panting.

Navah never grew tired of the foreplay. Sure, at some point, he'd have to give the kitty some relief. Perhaps he'd need some too. But he was used to this, the sweet agony of winding the tension ever tighter. He kept at it, showering the cat with kisses and touches, nibbling along the rim of his ears, burying his cold wet nose against Rey's neck, anything he could or felt like doing, staying close enough to feel his rapid heartbeat against him. Not only in his chest, either. With such close body contact, Navah could feel his cock throbbing too. The jackal was in the same state, though not as noticeably. All as planned.

He brought his leg up again to tease the latex-clad erection. It slipped around more freely, now. Kinky clothes as they were, the latex underpants were designed to keep all fluids trapped inside them, and by now, Navah had to imagine Rey's spotty fur was matted and wet with precum. Indeed, his sensitive ears could just barely pick up on it. The wet slipping sound each time he pressed against Rey's cock.

Maybe this teasing wouldn't last as long as he wanted. Of course, that didn't mean he wouldn't continue afterwards, a prospect that was almost as exciting. With how sensitive the cat grew after an orgasm, he'd be squirming and moaning even louder, then. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed like a good idea.

There was a certain charm to making males cum. Not that females weren't fun, but males had a little more feedback. The mess, visual and tangible proof of how much pleasure they'd been given. The inability to hold it back or hide it, too. Well, in this case, it'd all be trapped, but he'd still be able to feel the wetness and warmth, and Rey would feel it doubly so. A plan quickly formed in the jackal's mind, and then he put it into action.

"Cum for me, kitty," he grinned, flashing a mouthful of sharp teeth before pressing his lips against Rey's once again, muffling his moans with his own maw. His slender fingers wrapped around the latex-outlined shaft, and squeezed, stroking him through the rubber. Indeed, he was wet by now, and the sensual material slid effortlessly along his shaft. Rey's hips bucked, and Navah knew immediately that he was close already. All that remained was that final sweet push over the edge.

He stroked faster, kneading and caressing. On the spur of the moment, he grabbed Rey's collar with his teeth to tug it, puffing hot air against his neck. His hand never stopped moving, even speeding up as he felt the cat grow stiff beneath him, the glassy look in his eyes and his shallow, laboured breathing spelling out exactly what was about to happen.

And then, Navah felt it. Rey's cock swelled and throbbed, heavily. The sensation of latex on flesh grew slicker and warmer. Another throb, and more heat joined it. All the while, Rey was weakly thrusting against that wonderful sensation in a desperate plea to make the pleasure last just a moment longer, not caring that he was cumming into his pants, spilling his seed right in a way that might've been embarrassing normally, but in the moment, was incredibly hot. Erotic. Desirable, even.

Navah felt the slickness build up and pool until the latex was ever so slightly bulging from it. Rey slumped down beneath him and was quickly rewarded by another affectionate kiss to distract him from any possible shame. After all, they'd keep playing like this all night. Maybe the jackal would lower his pants just enough to give the cat a treat. Maybe he'd just make him cum again. Certainly, he wasn't about to let Rey's cock soften, and kept kneading it even after his orgasm ebbed. Little mewls and chirps spilled from his lips, his cock so sensitive it was almost painful, yet not unpleasant.

Rey was fully at the jackal's mercy. For now, anyway. Then, realizing that turnabout was fair play, he brought his own leg up to rub up against Navah's groin, making the slender jackal moan out in turn, throatily. Oh yes, he'd return those affections. They did, after all, have all night.