The Mark Callaway Story Chapter 3
The Mark Callaway Story Chapter 3 - Yiff on the Beach...
Eyes tightly closed, the young raccoon raised his nose up into the air, murring softly. The cool, damp, almost misty breeze whipped by and around him, slicking back his gray fur, and sliding across his laid back, black ears. He breathed deeply; taking in the sweet, salty, cool air, and breathing it back out in a sigh. He could have stayed there all night long...and he'd never have gotten tired of the smell of the sea, of the feel of the wind, or the thought that, here, nothing mattered...there was truly nothing wrong with life.
As he took in and breathed out another breath of sweet, ocean air, he lowered his head and muzzle back down, opening his eyes and staring out over the sandy beach and the moonlit sea; at the pitch-black, star encrusted sky. Smiling and wriggling his bare toes in the sand, he thought back, noting that he had never...never saw a night's sky like that, back home.
It was his second night here, on the coast, and it was still magical to him...the smell, the feel, the thought of being here with the fur, the panther of his dreams. He was Mark Callaway, and that Panther, that fur that had inhabited his every thought, every want, and every need for nearly three full years...was Danny...Daniel Adams.
Only two short months before, did Danny and Mark share their very first kiss, a kiss they had shared before either of them knew that the other cared for them in return. Only two months ago had the two finally opened up and admitted their feelings to each other...but they'd been in love for years. It was early in July, the summer after their Junior year in High School, and they, along with their two best friends, Adrian "Dri" White, and Nick "Boomer" Rice, were on vacation on a fairly untraversed beach somewhere on the northern half of the east coast.
The group, the day before, had all chipped in for a double room at some little motel near the beach. Then, after dropping off their things, they had made their way to the beach, the board walk, and to the random stores and strip malls of the little beach town--hoping to take in as much of the small town as they could.
After a fairly uneventful, but none-the-less exciting day, the group had taken Danny's car down to the beach to sit and talk, and to stare out and the beautiful night's sky, much like Mark was busy doing, now. But after a while they had decided to go eat before everything closed up for the night, and as they were loading up into the car, Mark had had a bit of a nasty fall, hitting his head on a rock, and banging himself up pretty bad.
Danny of course, as per his style, was nothing but helpful and caring, almost completely forgetting about Adrian and Nick and leaving them to fend for themselves as he rushed his poor hurt raccoon back to their motel room. After making sure, very sure, that Mark would be ok, Danny rushed out and brought food back for him. He sat and watched him eat, while asking a nearly non-stop string of questions, most of which consisted of "Are you sure you're alright?", "Could it be a concussion?", "Do I need to take you to the hospital?", and "Is your food ok? Is it what you wanted?". Mark was pretty out of it the whole time, but now that he thinks about it, Danny didn't even get himself anything to eat.
"Aw...and I didn't even notice." Mark whimpered as he perked his ears up a bit more into the breeze, "He's too good to me..."
Mark's head had kept hurting him for most of the next day, despite the pain killers he was taking, so, late in the day, when Danny, Dri, and Boomer got ready to go eat, Mark decided to stay at the motel. Danny's initial reaction was, just as everyone expected it to be, to try and make Adrian and Nick go without him, so he could stay behind with Mark. Mark though, wasn't about to let him do that, and sent him off with the two, assuring the panther that he could find something to eat on his own.
That was nearly two hours before now, and his head had long since started feeling much better, so he made his way, barefoot and wearing no more than a unbuttoned T-shirt, and a pair of knee length denim shorts, down the street to the beach. Now, he was standing, his toes dug flush into the cool sand, smiling and watching the sky...thinking only of the panther of his dreams...and the love he never really thought he would have.
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Quite a bit of time slipped past him as he stared out at the sea and the sky, and he almost began to slip away himself; losing himself in the stars, the salt in the air, and the endless expanse of black and blue that was the sea. He was quickly pulled back to reality though, as he felt two strong arms wrap slowly around his waist and chest from behind, very reminiscent of a dream or two he could remember having, and a muzzle dropping nose first, nuzzling into his neck-fur.
"Hey Marky, I'm back." Danny's voice rose up to Mark's ears, quite muffled in his neck-fur.
Mark giggled a little at the nuzzling, "I can see that!" He turned around, still in Danny's arms, and kissed him softly on his lips, pulling back but leaving their noses pressed lightly together, "What did you have to eat?"
Danny kissed back lightly, on the side of Mark's muzzle, "Steak and red gravy with angel-hair pasta."
Mark huffed and pretended to be upset, "You big whore! All I had was two microwave burritos!" He glared up at Danny, trying to act angry, but as he stared up into his panther's pure amber colored eyes, his composure broke down and he smiled. Danny smiled back down at him, letting out a slight huff of air that could have been interpreted as a laugh, and hugged him closer, causing Mark to bury his muzzle into Danny's collarbone. "I love you Danny."
"I love you too Marky, I always have..." Danny sighed a bit and leaned his head down on top of Mark's, "So, I take it your head's feeling better?
Mark raised his head up from underneath Danny's, placed it softly on his boyfriend's shoulder, and began nipping lightly at the fur on the side of his neck, "Much better: so very much better...especially now that you're back." Mark licked and nipped lightly at Danny's neck a little more, eliciting a few murrs and chuckles, and then raised his head up to look into the larger panther's eyes, "You know Danny...I know I mention this a lot; but I've never been happier in my life than I have since May...since we started going out."
"I know baby, I know." Danny leaned down, kissing Mark lightly on his nose pad, "And hopefully you'll stay like that for a long," Danny cut himself off to kiss Mark's nose again, "...long time." Danny's smile widened across his muzzle as he rested his nose on Mark's and looked down into his raccoon's gray-blue eyes.
Mark kissed him slowly and gently, his lips only lightly pushing against Danny's, and then laid his head back down on his panther's shoulder, wishing to himself that he could just fall asleep there, "I'm sure I will Danny. I'll stay happy for a VERY long time...so long as everything works out with you and your parents."
"Let's not worry about them right now..." Danny trailed his paw up Mark's back, rested it on the back of the raccoon's head, and began rubbing softly. "...They're nearly seven-hundred miles away from us, and could just as well be the world away. All that matters right now is us."
"You're right..." Mark took a deep breath and raised back up to look Danny in the eyes again, "They aren't important right now." Mark and Danny sat in complete silence, looking into one another's eyes; Mark into Danny's amber, and Danny into Mark's smoky blue, until finally, since he realized that they probably do this too much, Mark broke the silence, "So, Danny...?"
"Yes Marky?" Danny's muzzle stretched wide again with another smile and he leaned over to press his nose lightly against Mark's again.
"We got any plans for tonight?"
"Nothing big." Danny let go of Mark, and then the little raccoon, after nuzzling Danny a bit more, moved to his side, to lean against him and stare out at the sky again, holding onto his arm. Danny just smiled down at him, and then looked back out at the sea, "Boomer and Dri are in my car, cruising around looking for -- and I quote - 'something, anything, female, but preferably a couple of vixens.' So me and you get to stay back at the motel all alone tonight."
"Do we now?" Mark closed his eyes and rubbed the top of his head into Danny's shoulder, smiling and murring, "And what exactly have you got planned for us?"
"Oh...I dunno. I rented a few movies that are setting back at our room waiting for us."
"Hmmm?" Mark perked up and smiled, looking at Danny like a little kid who'd just got some great new toy, "Movies? What Movies?"
"Oh, nothing I think you'd like too much...just a few independent films, by some no-name director..." Danny, always the consummate performer, acted like he was afraid he was going to disappoint Mark, although he knew better, "If I remember right, they're called..." Danny looked up at the sky and rubbed his chin as if he couldn't remember, "Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction?"
Mark's eyes lit up even more; he'd been trying to get Danny to watch those movies with him forever.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Mark kissed him on the cheek once for each 'thank you', and went on, "Things like that are why I love my-" Mark cut himself off to kiss Danny on the cheek again, "precious-" again, "tall-" again, "dark-" again, "kitty-cat!" and he kissed Danny once more on the cheek, before returning his head to Danny's shoulder and staring back out at the sea. "I can't believe you rented those, I thought you hated Tarantino's stuff!"
"I've only seen Grind House and Inglorious Basterds. I don't know if I'd like anything else of his. And that's beside the point." Danny scritched at Mark's ears a bit and teased them by tickling at their tips, "You've liked his stuff ever since you saw Kill Bill. So I thought I'd get these for you tonight, and give them a shot."
"You didn't have to do that..."
"Yeah, but I didn't want to waste the DVD player in the room..."
Mark smiled again and murred a little, getting quite used to having Danny's fingers on his ears, "Well, I guess I can watch them...a few times..." Mark chuckled softly and raised his head up off of Danny's shoulder, but slowly enough that Danny didn't move his paws or stop playing with his ears.
"It's really beautiful out here, isn't it Marky?"
"Yeah, I've been thinking the same thing all night..." Mark breathed deeply, like he had earlier, "The sight, the smell, the feel of the wind...even the sand between my toes." Mark sighed and then looked down at Danny's feet, which were still in shoes, "In fact, why don't you take those off and see for yourself?"
"Hmmm?" Danny took a step back and looked down, "Take what off?" He smirked "My pants or my shoes?" and winked at Mark.
"Well," Mark murred back and smiled a bit, "Whichever you want..."
Danny smiled and chuckled as he hooked his paws under the bottom of his shirt, "I think I'll leave my pants on for now." Danny quickly pulled up his shirt and tossed it to the ground at his side, and then sat down in the sand.
Mark, as if he didn't get to do so every single day, took a step back to look down at his, HIS Panther. That was something that even those past two months hadn't gotten him used to...HIS. Danny was his, and he was Danny's. He had never thought he'd be able to say that, or even to think it, let alone that it would be true. He stared down at Danny; at those lips he'd tasted somewhere near three-hundred times since he did the first time; at that soft, cold nose, that already countless times just this day, he'd felt pressed against his own; at those arms he'd fallen asleep in at least once a week or more, the arms that had held him while he cried plenty of times over the years, and more still times, free of tears, since May; those shoulders and that chest, covered in the softest black fur his face had ever touched -- and it had touched them & laid on them, too many times to count, he had laughed into them, nipped at them, and simply breathed deep from around them, the sweetest thing Mark had ever had the luxury of smelling; at those abs he'd only had the courage to run his fingers across a few times, but wanted to everyday; then at that waistline...and then lower...
He felt his sheath stir a bit. He'd never ventured that far, but he would one day, and soon too, if he could ever get up the nerve. He sat, nearly breathless as usual, watching Danny, shirtless, in a pair of noticeably, but not extremely tight blue jeans, having tossed one of his shoes off to the side, and bending forward, fiddling with the laces of the other one.
He let his eyes rest on Danny's inner thigh, and slowly trailed them back up to the obvious, but still flaccid bulge in his pants. Completely involuntarily, Mark's sheath stirred more, his leg twitched a bit, and his breathing grew quicker, none of which was too horribly noticeable, as Danny didn't even look up.
Mark finally, before even a small few seconds had passed, had far more than he could handle. He dropped low and forward, lunging onto Danny, and pushing him back, pinning his shoulders to the ground! Just as Danny opened his mouth, perhaps to protest, or maybe just to question, Mark caught his lips in a quick and forceful kiss. Mark plunged his tongue far past their lips and began to lightly suckle on Danny's as it darted out to meet him.
After a few beautiful, and were Mark to describe them, quite tasty, moments, Mark pulled his head back, breathing heavily and staring lustfully, almost frighteningly so, into his lover's eyes.
"What's gotten into you?" Danny said, half out of surprise, and half out of glee, at Mark's sudden showing of aggression.
"You..." Mark barely blinked, and his expression didn't even begin to change; he even pushed Danny's shoulders into the sand with a bit more force, "Just...you."
Danny's dark lips contorted into a grin as he purred and lightly growled up at Mark, "Now I don't mind this attitude at all..." He craned his neck up and licked across Mark's nose pad.
"Of course you don't!" Mark released the pressure on Danny's shoulders, and ran his paws down to the Panther's sides, squeezing them. Nearly completely involuntarily, Mark pressed his crotch into Danny's thigh, as he lowered his head, laying it onto his chest. "Why in the world would it bother you?" Mark rooted his head, quite forcefully into Danny's chest and moaned slightly.
"It wouldn't baby," Danny idly stroked at Mark's headfur, "it wouldn't..."
Mark continued rooting and pushing against Danny, growling and murring as he did so, almost grinding against his leg. It was like nothing Danny had ever seen Mark do before. Danny knew what this was about to get to; it wasn't hard to tell, especially not with the growing bit of pressure against his thigh. Mark, as best as Danny could figure, must have gone a few days without pawing off; poor little raccoon needed his fix. Danny would have loved to help, but he doubted that Mark was ready for anything like that yet, and he definitely didn't want to rush his little raccoon.
Mark laid the side of his face on Danny's chest, and looked up at him, nipping at the panther's now bare chest fur. He'd wanted this for nearly three years, and this was the first time in the two months since they'd been together that he'd even tried, or come close...but, he didn't see the same want in Danny's eyes.
Mark opened his mouth to speak, but Danny, placing a finger softly onto the raccoon's muzzle, cut him off. "C'mere Marky..." Danny's voice was as soft as ever as he pulled Mark up across him, bringing their muzzles together for another quick, soft kiss. He pulled Mark's nose to meet his own, staring into the raccoon's confused eyes, and Danny wrapped his arms around him, rubbing his boyfriend's back firmly with both paws.
Mark closed his eyes a bit, still tense, and he moved his head to the side, sliding the side of his muzzle slowly across the side of Danny's before resting his chin on the panther's shoulder. "I...I just..." Mark tried to relax a bit, and nuzzled into the side of Danny's head.
"Shhh...Soon Marky...soon..." Danny moved one of his paws up to cradle the back of Mark's head, while still massaging into his back with the other. "But not yet..." Danny lightly kissed Mark's neck, and nuzzled into it, before moving his mouth to Mark's ear, and dropping his voice to a whisper, "I love you Marky..."
"I love you too Danny."
Danny continued his light massage into Mark's back, and began humming softly into his boy's ear. It is working out a lot better than he thought it would; the little guy was already calmed down. Danny continued his rubbing, humming, cooing, and nuzzling for a few minutes at first, but those minutes soon had stretched into an hour. Mark had long since slid slowly back down Danny, and laid his head on the Panther's bear chest, and Danny had more than succeeded in calming him down, long ago feeling Mark's bulge relax and soften. Danny nearly completely lost himself in it; humming softly, and holding onto his raccoon there on the beach, and soon, it was obvious that Mark had lost himself in the attention as well.
Danny's humming trailed off to where soon, only he could hear it, although he was sure Mark could feel the vibrations from it coming from his chest. He'd kept up his light massage for a little over an hour, rubbing, kneading, pressing, and caressing Mark's back, running his paws up and down, from the raccoon's waist to his shoulders. Mark's murring had become softer, and contented, and his face was buried completely in Danny's chest fur.
Danny finally spoke, stopping gentle massage after over an hour of silence, "You know sweetheart," Danny leaned his head down and kissed Mark between his ears, "I could fall asleep like this."
Danny silently stared down at the top of his raccoon's head, waiting for a response, and softly smiling, as Mark's murring died down. After a minute or so, Mark squirmed a bit and mumbled something, but Danny couldn't quite make out what.
Danny tilted his head and peered down at Mark's face. His eyes were closed, there was a small smile on his face, and his back was rising and falling slowly with each breath...he was deep asleep.
A large smile stretched across Danny's face and he draped his arm over his raccoon's back, "Sweet dreams, little coon..." He laid his own head back on his other arm and looked up at the stars, still smiling broadly, "I hope they're about me..."
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He stirred slightly, his eyes barely peeking open, and found in their sight a fuzzy, unfocused black plane meeting with the starry night sky: the sky being the lighter of the two. They blinked quickly a few times more, before closing again as his mouth opened in a yawn.
After the yawn had fully groaned its way free of his throat, he wrenched his eyes back open, trying his best to focus. As he pulled himself free of his sleep, the blurry, pitch-black plane slowly became sharper, almost taking on the appearance of grass. He stirred slightly again, feeling his face laying heavy in what he was slowly realizing was fur, and he began to recognize the feeling of an arm draping across his back.
Then it dawned on him: the black field of 'grass' was fur, the same fur that was against his face, and the same fur he was sure was on the arm across his back. He remembered exactly where he was.
"Hey Marky...you're awake?"
Mark lifted himself up off of Danny's chest to look up at his face, "You make a great pillow..."
"Thanks!" Danny reached up and pulled Mark back onto him in a tight hug, "I think you've told me that a few times before though."
"I'm sure I have!"
Danny let up on the hug, without letting Mark leave his arms, and nuzzled his little raccoon, "I think we've laid out here long enough, though. Whadda'ya say we head back to the room?"
"How long was I out?" Mark nuzzled back a little in return.
"Not too long." Danny smiled as he lied. A full three hours had passed since the raccoon tackled him into the sand -- at least two of those with Mark asleep on top of him -- and Danny would have had no complaints with three more.
"You're right: we shouldn't stay out here all night." Mark pushed himself up and yawned again, "Let's get on back."
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Off the beach, down the street, and around a few corners, the old, putrid-green painted, wooden door to Mark, Danny, Adrian, and Nick's motel room shook slightly as the large panther on the outside was pressed against it. He was locked in a deep kiss with his raccoon as he tried desperately to unlock it without looking. He silently cursed the damned thing for not just opening on will power alone. Finally, the contrary, green, motel room door gave up its fight and swung wide, causing Danny to stumble backwards through the opening left in its wake and break the kiss.
The light from the streetlights pierced through the dark of the motel room as Danny tossed his shirt and shoes onto the floor and smiled at Mark, who was still standing in the doorway. Danny continued walking backwards, followed in by Mark, who swiftly kicked the door shut, and locked it behind him.
As he turned away from the door he saw Danny sitting on the foot of one of the motel room's two beds, leaning back on his elbows and smiling. Mark couldn't help but smile back; even if he weren't in one of the best moods he'd been in, in recent memory, he still would have smiled back. That smile -- that face -- could make him forget anything. He took less than three full steps across the worn out Berber carpet and pounced on Danny, pushing him backwards and laying him on the bed, to lock the panther's lips with his own.
Frantically griping at the sheets and blankets, the two pushed themselves up the length of the bed until Danny's head came to rest on one of the pillows. Their lips finally parted, only for a moment, and only for breath, as they settled in: Mark on top of Danny. Locked again, they wound their tongues throughout one another's maws, as they had numerous times before, feeling every tooth, every ridge of the roofs, and every other inch therein. They saw, they tasted, they felt, they heard, and smelled only one another...once again, they were each other's entire world.
Mark slid his paws around behind his love, one at the small of his back, and one on the back of his neck as he tilted his head, leaning deep into the kiss. Their muzzles moved and pivoted with each other, bobbing in and out of the kiss as they sucked and nipped at one another's lips and tongues.
Mark broke the kiss, tilting his head up and gasping for air as Danny nipped and nibbled down along his chin and neck. Mark closed his eyes and let out a low moan as he felt his body nearly trembling at the attention of Danny's near expert mouth. Unable to hold back, Mark lowered his muzzle back down, catching Danny's again, making their teeth click together as he pushed deep into a second kiss.
Danny's paw trailed its way up his lover's side to his face, caressing it lightly as he leaned up off of the bed, and his other arm wrapped around Mark, pulling them pressed tight together. To any outside viewer, it may have appeared the panther was trying to swallow the little coon whole in the kiss, as he hungrily attacked his smaller boyfriend's muzzle with his own.
No sound but that of their breaths, their murrs and moans, and their mouths clicking, slurping and sucking on each other filled the room. Danny let his paw leave Mark's face and he gripped the bed pushed them both back more until Mark was sitting in his lap, and his own back was pressed against the headboard.
They continued for countless minutes, their breaths falling into and around one another's maws as they, Mark straddling Danny's waist, each felt the other's bulge growing larger and larger through their pants. Neither of them, though, said a word, and simply let the kiss continue, their paws roam each other's backs, and their tongues grow to know one another's maw as well as their own, for untold minutes.
Finally, Mark broke the kiss, craning his neck upwards. Danny, again, trailed his nips and kisses down his lover's neck as Mark forced through his murrs and light moans, "This...this isn't getting us anywhere Danny..."
"I-" Danny nipped up Mark's neck a few more times before bringing his muzzle back to his raccoon's, their breaths falling upon each other's lips as they both regained what composure they could, "I wasn't sure how far you wanted to go, love. I didn't want to move too fast for you."
"I was thinking the same thing...I was afraid of pushing you."
"So...does that mean? I mean, should we?"
Mark smiled softly and slapped his open, left paw on the headboard beside his lover's head, lowering his right paw down onto Danny's stomach, "I dunno...maybe..."
"Damn Mark...how could I say no to this sexy little raccoon in my lap?" Danny grabbed a hold of Mark's head before the 'coon could answer, and pulled him quickly into another hard, deep, kiss. Their teeth clacked together and their tongues intertwined, again, as Mark's paw dropped onto Danny's bulge. With his thumb and middle finger he pulled open the button and grabbed hold of the zipper, pulling down quickly, and freed Danny's growing bulge from the tightness of his pants, but not yet from his boxers.
Danny's own paws trailed up the soft gray fur of Mark's stomach and chest, sliding onto his shoulders and down his arms, as the raccoon dropped them at his sides, letting his already unbuttoned T-shirt fall on the bed around him. As their tongues continued to slide and wrap around one another's, Mark moved his paw back to Danny's bulge, and felt through the soft silk fabric that its barbed tip had already left the sheath.
Danny felt a slight surge of electricity go through him as Mark's paw brushed his tip. Twice, three times the raccoon's fingers traced it, almost testing, making sure that he was feeling what he knew he was. Marks paw slowly rubbed back and forth across the tip, dragging the silk across it and causing Danny's shaft, and every other part of him to go ridged with each motion. The panther whimpered aloud at the feel of it, until finally Mark stopped. His muzzle rested against the side of his panther's, as his teasing had already brought an end to their kiss. He brought both paws to Danny's hips, and kissed him softly on the side of his muzzle, then leaned backward to place another kiss on his still slightly quivering lips.
Danny let his own paw travel down Mark's stomach as they kissed again, and he slipped it into his raccoon's loose shorts and boxers. Intent on moving things along and ending Mark's constant teasing, he grabbed a hold of the raccoon's full sheath. Mark broke the kiss and opened his mouth to moan but made no noise, instead only looking into Danny's eyes with a silent apology and a nod for not moving a bit faster.
As his own sheath was stroked, coaxing out his growing erection, Mark hooked the waist of his boyfriend's pants, and tugged them pants down. Taking Danny's boxers with them, he let his cat get them off of his feet on his own, finally leaving the Panther completely nude.
Mark pulled his lover's paw away from his confined, pulsing member, and placed another, soft quick kiss on his lips, before firmly gripping Danny's shoulders with his paws, "Down..."
Danny did as he was told. He never really saw himself as the submissive type, especially up next to Mark, but he didn't really care to argue. He slid down off the headboard, guided by Mark's paws, and onto his back again. Mark was straddling his stomach now and staring deep into his eyes, with the same nearly frightening lust in them as earlier on the beach.
"Now you just lay still..."
Mark leaned in, letting his nose land just under Danny's jaw, as he darted out his tongue, combing it through his Panther's fur. He opened his maw slowly, nipping and kissing Danny's neck in one fluid motion before sliding down just a bit, his breath nearly burning Danny as it washed out around his neck.
Danny leaned his head back and purred loudly as Mark kissed and suckled farther down his neck. Mark soon reached his boyfriend's chest and buried his nose into the fur, nuzzling and breathing deep, nearly shuddering at the smell of Danny's musk. With a few small, slow licks at Danny's chest, his eyes closed. Without warning, Mark moved over to his panther's nipple, lapping across it and drawing it into his mouth.
Danny opened his muzzle, breaking the purr as he laid a paw on the back of Mark's head, "Oh Mark...love..."
Mark simply smiled and licked around the aroused, hardening nipple, biting it a little and giving it a few sloppy wet sucks before letting it go and kissing below it, then smiling up at Danny, "Did my panther enjoy that?" Danny responded only with a few long breaths, "Well?" Mark reached over, pinching his lover's other nipple, "Did he?"
Danny yipped, "Yes! Again...do it again..."
Mark pinched that nipple harder, making Danny squirm as he moved his muzzle across the panther's chest, taking the second into his mouth just as he had the first: biting, soaking, sucking, and licking it. He lavished it with his muzzle before finally pulling off.
This time he didn't even bother to look up at his squirming and purring lover, but instead only kissed a long slow trail downward, over Danny's chest, and his quivering stomach. He stopped to kiss his navel, and snake his tongue inside for a moment, before finally looking back up at Danny's face.
"Almost there angel..."
Danny writhed a bit and slowed his purring, "Do it! Please..."
Mark slid his paws across Danny's thighs and moved slightly lower, his open lips only an inch away from Danny's fully engorged, twitching, wet tip. "Yes sir..." Mark murred, loving the feel of being told what to do by his love.
Mark slowly slid his tongue out, letting it connect with Danny's tip as his hot breaths brushed down, all across the panther's member. Danny lifted his hips up almost immediately, and Mark knew that the time for teasing had long since passed.
Wasting no more time, he spread his short muzzle wide and let Danny's dick sink into it, his searing hot barbs raking across Mark's tongue, cheeks, and the roof of his mouth. After each and every barb had plunged past his lips and his teeth, Mark closed his maw around his lover's rod, sinking the shaft deeper still. He ran his tongue over each and every barb, feeling Danny's pre nearly shooting out into his mouth.
Danny squirmed underneath his small lover, never having had anyone pay so much attention to him like this. Mark was his first, just like he had always wanted. He only wished that he could have been Mark's first too.
He gripped the sheets, stifling a moan as he felt Mark's tongue teasing his nearly sore barbs, raking across the end of each one. He felt the raccoon's tongue flick across his tip again and again, caress each of his ridges, trace across every vein and every contour, and then stop.
Mark held still, smiling inwardly. Half of his panther's member was still his mouth, as he caught his breath. All he could think was how happy he was to be Danny's first, and how happy he was that this was finally happening. He'd waited so long.
His breaths fell down across Danny's groin from his nose, as both he and his love tried to regain their composure. After a moment or so, he continued. Mark placed a paw flat across Danny's stomach and wrapped his other tight around the cat's shaft, then lowered his head down. He plunged the spiked end of Danny's prick into his throat, and then slid back up, sucking for all he was worth.
Danny gasped aloud and gripped the sheets again as Mark began, slowly, to bob up and down along his cock. Danny's cock stiffened and twitched even more, leaking his pre nearly continuously out into his lover's hungry muzzle, until the panther abruptly sat up.
Mark moved his free paw from his lover's stomach and gripped the cat's tight balls, rolling them and massaging them as he continued. He pivoted his head and loosened his maw as he sank down, and as he pulled back up, he sucked hard again, holding tight and raking Danny's barbs across every inch of his mouth. He did the same again and again, with every bob of his shaggy gray head.
Danny was in ecstasy! He thought Mark had only done this once before, but the raccoon didn't show it. His head was sliding up and down the tortured shaft as fast as it could, but its tongue still wasn't missing an inch, caressing and lavishing each and every part of Danny's cock, as if trying to feel it out and to know every detail.
Danny leaned farther forward, until he'd laid his chest on Mark's back. He tried his best to resist the urge to hump against his Raccoon's face, and, instead, wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist. He hooked Mark's shorts and briefs, and tugged them down. The raccoon sat still save for his busy head, and let his lover free him from the last remnants of his clothes. He let them fall to his knees, before he rose up on his toes, letting them be pushed the rest of the way down so he could kick them off.
After that, Danny simply sat up, holding onto the back of Mark's head, moaning softly, and purring as the raccoon lavished him. Moments passed, only a short few he was sure, but it felt like it went on for hours, and then he felt it. His balls, as they continued to be rubbed and rolled, suddenly pulled closer to his groin and he stiffened every muscle in his body.
"Oh yeah...Mark! God Mark, come on baby...quicker, harder, don't stop yet..." Danny forced out what words he could, but they sounded strained, as he could barely relax a muscle in his entire body. "O...Oh...God..." Danny's lower lip quivered and he humped two short times into Mark's eager muzzle as every part of his body relaxed.
Stream after stream of his seed shot from his tip, falling heavy against Mark's tongue, and every other part of his mouth as he hungrily lapped at the now sore member, taking every drop and swallowing it. Danny only let out a long, soft moan that lulled into no more than a sigh and he fell back on the bed. His breaths were heavy and he wished Mark's head would never leave his groin.
Mark slipped up and off of Danny with one last slurp and looked across him with a wide smile. He loved the thought that it was him that put the big panther out on his back, in utter pleasure, fighting for breath, and already barely awake.
"Have fun angel?" Mark licked across Danny's tip, causing him to jump and look down.
"Yeah, love...I did. But what about you?" Danny took a deep breath and tried his best to sit up, smiling at Mark as the little raccoon shifted and slid up beside him.
"Well...that muzzle of yours looks really inviting, sweetheart. I'm sure I could come up with some use for it." Mark winked and leaned in, kissing Danny lightly and quickly, not like the kisses from only a few minutes before. "Whadda' ya' say? Return a favor for a cute, needy, little 'coon boy?"
"Well," Danny kissed him back and held his nose against his 'coon's for a moment, "I actually have a bit more...serious...idea, if you follow me."
"You mean you..." Mark looked down at the panther's spent cock, not expecting it to to be ready for a second round, yet. "You want to have SEX with me?"
Danny kissed him again, "No, I want you to have sex with me..."
"What?"
"Marky, honey, I've never even fingered myself, I told you that once remember? When you showed me your makeshift toy?"
"You mean the marker?"
"Yeah. And do you remember what I told you about why I had never done that? Why I wasn't ever going to?"
"You said that you wanted the first thing inside of you that way to be someone you loved: someone that loved you." Mark stated blankly, only assuming where this was going.
"Exactly hun, and that person is you." Danny simply stared into his lover's eyes with a look that Mark had long since recognized to mean that the Panther had made up his mind; whether Danny was the dom, the sub, or otherwise, at this point, had become completely irrelevant.
Mark leaned in, softly touching his lips to Danny's again, as he felt his boyfriend's paw slide down his stomach and grip his shaft. Mark flinched at the touch and pushed harder into the kiss, drawing Danny's head up with his paw, and slipping his tongue as far into his lover's willing maw as he could.
Danny stroked Mark slowly, rubbing his thumb across the dripping tip with each stroke. He was trying his damnedest to drive Mark on enough for him to just do this, and not put up much of an argument. This meant a lot to Danny, even if it wasn't quite the position either of them saw themselves in, and he wasn't about to let it not happen, especially after they came this far.
Mark flinched more and more at the constant teasing, finally biting Danny's lip and breaking the kiss with a grunt and a soft breath, "You really want this, don't you?"
"This? No Mark...I want you -- NOW!" Danny leaned up, kissing Mark's neck and rubbing his shaft with more force.
"Whatever you say."
Danny smiled and broke away from his raccoon, reaching into the nightstand and grabbing the lube he brought and had been using for pawing off. He pulled out the slender tube and held out to the raccoon, winking and spreading himself out on the bed, "I'm all yours...make it count."
Mark didn't say another word; he simply took the tube and laid it to the side on the bed, then winked back. He slowly moved down Danny's frame again until he was laying in just the same position as before. He laid his head right between Danny's legs, and he lowered his muzzle to the Panther's already spent balls with a smile, breathing in deep.
Danny only sat still, not quite sure where Mark was headed, but liking all the possibilities in his head. Mark lapped at Danny's nuts, lifting them up with his tongue as he moved down, licking along the ridge behind them, and even pressing his nose against it; this having been one of his fantasies for years. He kept on and on, completely soaking Danny's fur and causing the Panther to slowly build another erection, before the enthralled little coon remembered why he was down there.
He lowered more; feeling the vibrations from Danny's purrs the whole way, until his muzzle touched the bed. Wanting Danny to lift his legs on his own, Mark slipped his tongue out and into Danny's crack, sliding it underneath him, and causing the Panther to do just as he wanted.
Danny wiggled his ass a few quick times and then raised his legs up. He bent his knees and spread his legs, showing off his never-used tailhole, nestled right beside his twitching tail. Mark, wasting no time, stuck his tongue out and licked Danny's pucker, feeling it jerk and react as he slid the slick, wet, warm tongue across it, again and again. Mark had pictured himself doing this, so many times, but he wasn't sure if he ever would, and Danny would have never asked. Now that he was actually doing it, though, the two were in ecstasy.
Mark went on and on, soaking Danny's puckered hole to the point of dripping until he was finally satisfied and ready to move on. With one last, hard lick, nearly forcing his tongue into his Panther, and then a kiss directly on the pink hole, Mark sat up and smiled at Danny.
"I'm going to make this count, Danny." Mark scooted forward, in between Danny's raised, bent knees, with his own legs bent back as he sat on his feet.
"You'd better." Danny smiled back at his boyfriend and then bent his knees tighter, actually raising himself a bit more to present his hole to the rigid raccoon.
Mark pulled Danny closer by his thighs and set the panther's legs down across his own, leaving his lover's hole only a few inches away from his pulsing member. He opened the lube and put a generous supply on his index and middle fingers. He reached down, gently touching his fingers to Danny's still wet tailhole. He softly rubbed the relaxing hole with the tips of his fingers, and then bent his middle finger back and began pushing against Danny ever so slowly with his index.
The Panther jumped "Stop! Mark, wait!"
"I'm just getting you ready..." Mark held still, not pushing his finger in, "Or...or have you changed your mind?"
"No...it's not that--it's just..." Danny looked embarrassed, but took a deep breath, and told the truth. "Look, love, this means a lot to me, and when I said I wanted the first thing in me to be you, I meant it. I want to be able to look back on this and know that the very first thing in me in this way was YOU. Not anyone else, not a toy, not some foreign object, not my fingers, and not even YOUR fingers...but you."
"Are you sure?" Mark moved his fingers only a millimeter away, "It's your first time. It could hurt; it hurt me."
"Don't argue sweetheart, just do this for me. Please. I know you want to, anyway..."
"Of course, angel..." Mark moved his fingers away from the Panther's hole completely, and began running them along his own tip and shaft, covering himself in the lube instead. He then leaned down, kissing his boyfriend on the nose, "Whatever you say..."
Mark leaned forward over Danny, and placed his right paw, still slightly lubed, flat onto the bed sheets beside his lover.
Danny smiled, murring, and raised his own paw to Mark's face, to caress his cheek lightly, "Just do it hun...don't hold back on my account, ok?"
Mark only nodded as he pressed his left paw flat on the back of his cock, angling it down until its lubed tip was against Danny's hole. Not wanting to waste any time, he began to press forward. Danny closed his eyes and tried his best to relax, having heard repeatedly from people and stories that if you aren't relaxed it could hurt even more.
Slowly, Mark's tip pushed against Danny's constricted hole, stretching it slightly as they both softly moaned in the back of their throat. After a few moments, Danny's hole relaxed enough, and Mark's tip popped through, the ring of the panther's tailhole sliding open around it, and swallowing it up.
Danny let out a fully audible moan and relaxed himself completely, as Mark sank in, inch by inch, until the raccoon's sac was resting against his lover's ass. Each stopped as they breathed heavier, only now noticing how strong the room smelled of what they could only describe as what it was: sex. Mark moved his left paw up to the bed beside Danny's head and gripped the sheets as he leaned down and locked his lips for a moment with the Panther.
Danny merely smiled, not believing that this feeling, this burning, this pressure was his boyfriend, was Mark inside of him. His ass by now was raised up off of the bed, and his groin was pressed against Mark's soft little tummy. With a murr, he wrapped his thighs around Mark's waist and placed a paw on the back of the raccoon's neck, leaving the other to grip at the sheets.
The panther had so much things to say: how great it felt, how he could see himself in this position again and again, even though they'd both always pictured him on top, how much he loved Mark, and so much more. But only one thing could come off of his lips through a strained grunt, "Fuck me Mark...do it."
Danny clenched his ring as best as he could around the coon cock in his rear, and Mark grunted, moaned, and pulled back out to the tip. Mark and Danny each gripped the sheets in their paws as Mark let out yet another quick grunt and pushed his stiff member back into Danny, only to pull out again.
As they moaned in near unison, Mark thrust agonizingly slow. He slid in and out of his panther again and again, and the smell of their musk grew stronger and stronger. Danny gritted his teeth and groaned, nearly growling, as he closed his eyes tight. The pistoning in and out of him was sending a quivering tingle through his groin and stomach, up through his hard, sore cock that was being grinded along his lover's stomach, and even into his chest. And as slow as this was going, it was almost too much for him to take.
He opened his mouth finally and let out a louder moan, "Faster Mark...dear God, faster..."
Mark leaned in at his next slow thrust and kissed Danny again, before pulling back out and thrusting back in with real force, hitting his thighs against Danny's ass and making the cat gasp and purr loudly.
"Yes Mark...just like that! Don't hold back!"
Mark pulled out quickly and thrust in again, his groin colliding with Danny's ass and his nuts literally slapping against the Panther. Again, and again, and again, and again he thrust hard against his lover, stretching out and loosening Danny's hole. Their moans, murrs, and purrs barely drowned out the unmistakably wet slapping noises of their first time together. The bed rocked as the sounds, smells, and feelings of this, all sent both of their heads spinning.
Mark, normally, would have thought about now to grip his lover's shaft as it was sandwiched between their stomach's, but all his mind or body could focus on was the act at hand, as he hammered again and again against Danny, the panther's eager, tight hole swallowing his pulsing raccoon cock with each thrust.
Whether Mark's paw was on him or not, though, didn't matter. His sore, used cock had already made the raccoon's stomach sticky with his pre as it had been ground against it with every thrust. Danny's moaning became more and more high pitched as his eyes opened up and rolled back in his head. He lifted himself higher off of the bed, both of his arms wrapping around Mark and gripping at his fur as he humped against him. He ground himself harder and harder against his boyfriend's stomach as he rode Mark's cock, each motion in time with the raccoon's quick, hammering thrusts.
Mark wrapped one arm around Danny as well, holding the panther against his chest and stomach underneath him and held them both up with his other paw as it gripped harder at the sheets. He never knew he was that strong, strong enough to hold both himself and his large feline lover up at once. Every inch of his cock burned and was growing sore, but he didn't care; every inch of his body was hot, tired, and covered in sweat, but he didn't care. He thrust faster and harder against his panther, in time with Dannys rocking against him, and he moaned louder, nearly growling with each thrust.
Danny ground harder and harder against his raccoon's belly and felt his whole body tensing again. His cock hurt, his ass burned, and he felt a type of pressure and heat inside of himself that he had never felt before. He loved it. Nearly letting out a scream, Danny's cock and body stiffened and he covered both his and Mark's stomachs in his second load of the night.
Danny's ring clenched hard, involuntarily, around Mark's cock as the raccoon thrust in and out of his ass. Mark was close already; his cock was burning and wanting release like he had never wanted it before. This was the last straw.
Mark let out his own yell as Danny's faded away, and his cock twitched and pulsed with his last few hard and rigid thrusts into the Panther's hole, shooting his searing hot load into his lover. It splashed against Danny's insides, filling him up and stretching his hole even more as some of it leaked out.
Mark sat still, still holding both of them up, as Danny clung to him. Both breathed heavily, and neither could think, or even hope to speak at this point. Mark was more tired than he could ever remember being, and his arm, which was still the only thing holding them up, gave way. They fell to the bed hard enough to rock it again, Mark still ontop of Danny, and his dick still in the panther's ass.
Mark rested his head on the side of Danny's and on the Panther's shoulder and closed his eyes, "M...my God Danny..."
Danny simply hugged him close and breathed heavily, trying to catch his breath keep his eyes open. "I...I love you...Marky..."
"I love you too Danny...I love you too..." Mark wanted to cuddle even closer to his Panther, but he was still inside of him, there wasn't much closer to get. So, he wrapped both his arms around him and merely smiled to himself as he felt himself relaxing and drifting off to sleep.
Danny smiled too. For a moment, he thought about how Adrian and Nick could be back any time, but before he could parse out what to do -- pull Mark out of him, get cleaned up and dressed, or at least cover him and his raccoon in a blanket -- he fell asleep, too.
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There we go! The Mark Callaway Story ends for now!
I wrote this chapter a LONG TIME after the second. I had stopped writing TMCS after Cecil and I began work on Forbidden, but after a year or more, I decided to get back to it because of all the fans of TMCS who still wanted to see more Mark and Danny.
Thanks to all of the time in between, it was a lot better written than the first two chapters. Also, I wrote it after I started writing things in past tense. Because of that, this one was a lot easier to edit...and unlike the last two, I doubt there are any tense problems hidden in there I need to apologize for. FUN TIMES!
NOW!
This is the end of TMCS for now, but not forever. I have at least five more stories to tell, that I just never managed to write, and I WILL be writing them. But first comes all of my reposts -- that means there's 3 chapters of Hero, 55 or some-odd chapters of Forbidden, and like 20 chapters I wrote with Phil that I need to post first.
Anyway, thanks for reading! And, even though it will be quite a while before it shows up -- there WILL be a chapter four.
Try and enjoy Hero, Forbidden, The Cameron Hotel, The Angel of Yiff, The Masters, A Warm Bed, and Tim & Stephen in the mean time, k? K! ^_^
I welcome any feedback! Comment or PM me here, or email me at [email protected] I'll also be getting myself a twitter and a facebook dedicated to Borealis soon.
See you for Hero, and eventually Chapter 4! ^_^