Humor Me
So what to do when lovers' have conflicting interests and needs? Do you compromise, or sacrifice? Matt and Lucian find out.
"So are you sure..."
"Yeah," Matt rumbled softly, looking at the tiger sprawled on the bed, "I let's just..."
"You know we don't have to, "the tiger repeated once again, watching the naked wolf carefully, with a small furrow of worry on his forehead. "It's just..."
The wolf's tail snapped against the side of the bed, his ears flicking too, not permanently flat, but somewhere around...20% flat, Matt could judge, and he knew that Lucian knew it as well. They'd been together long enough for that, and it'd always been the same, such as now.
"You don't have to explain," Matt huffed. "It won't get any different from that."
The tiger's lips soured.
"Maybe..."
Matt knelt onto the foot of the bed, making it creak, the springs squeaking, the tiger's tail flicking aside to leave more room for the wolf's knees, brushing against the sheets in the process. Lucian's eyes flicked up from the wolf's semi-hard boner to Matt's eyes, looking down to him again, chest puffing out.
"Don't," the wolf rumbled as he put a paw onto the tiger's nearby striped ass cheek and gave it a squeeze. "I don't want to ruin this."
The tiger snuffled and leaned on his elbow to look closer at the wolf, to touch him, if he could, he was close enough, leaning over, that he might...but the wolf snorted at the attempt and made Lucian's paw freeze mid-sheet.
"Matt..."
"I can't really do it like this, you know," the wolf replied in a rough voice. "Roll onto your back or something."
"But..."
"I know you like it that way so that you can watch," the kneeling wolf replied. "Hurry up."
The tiger gave him another look, mostly concerned, with some lust, too, and Matt could see the feline's big, pointed, barbed shaft pulse against the sheets where it lay, the tiger's body resting on the bed still, but only for a moment, before Lucian fluidly rolled onto his back, and with a sigh, pulled his knees up close to his chest. The newly folded-over tiger's tail flicked to the side and snaked along the bed, leaving ample room between his fuzzy white ball sac and his taint, and there, Matt could see, amidst the white furs, the tiger's slightly pink tailhole usually hid.
There was nothing hidden now, though, no, he could see it clearly, Lucian's ass was bare and propped up, practically looking back to the kneeling wolf with its single eye. A whiff of soap reached the wolf's discriminating nose, making it wrinkle despite his best effort at the scent- He could see that the furs down there were still a bit damp, too, with that special scent mixing with the smell of the soap, he could tell. The tiger's toes wriggled as he adjusted himself and assumed the most comfortable way to stay on the position he was currently in, relaxed, and peeking between his slightly spread legs at the wolf staring down to him.
"Matt..."
The wolf shook his head briefly and placed his paws down onto the wolf's striped cheeks, cupping them and giving them a pleasurable squeeze while his thumbs pressed onto the flesh and did a cursory job of drawing the tiger's rump open, if only a little. The pressure must've reached the pink pucker, too, because he could see it clench, and heard the tiger rumble at the sensation, surely, as the wolf began to play with his ass.
"Hmmm..."
Matt's ears flicked a little at the obviously pleased sound, but he was too distracted by the task at paw to properly enjoy the feeling of inflicting sensual sensations upon his mate. His knees shuffled back as he leaned over some more, trying to bring himself down to the position needed to do what was wanted of him. His muzzle already hovered over the tiger's taint and puffed hot air over the damp furs and skin there, which must've felt nice, if you considered the rumbles and purrs and the little flicks of his tail, even at the heavy base.
At least it was extra clean, Matt thought to himself, as he kissed the tiger's round, thick ball sac and snorted hot air into it from his nosepad for a further moan from the tiger, a deep rumble sort of a sound that made Matt's ears jump. Lucian's familiar musk filled his senses, pleasurable as it was whenever he was giving the tiger a blowjob. Nice and definitely not canine. He'd been with canines many times, and the cat was much different from that. Something about the Indian subcontinent, he suspected. Had to be. Something ancient and primal in comparison to the various mongrel scents that the division of the canine species into so many breeds had created over the millennia.
Weird, the wolf thought, philosophizing while about to get his tongue stuffed into another male's ass, Matt reminded himself, and made his way down along the tiger's taint with his big, dripping wet tongue, much to his moaning enthusiasm.
"Ohhh...hmmm...."
The wolf gave the tiger a glance, over his body, pulsing prick and all, tilted neck, watching the wolf still while he was getting teased and played with, muzzle moving again, slicking the furs that were once soaped-up with a new kind of wet substance. Lucian's pre glistened on his belly.
"Hmmm...."
Matt tried not to look at what he was doing, though, even if the sensation was unmistakable, when he lapped down enough so that the ticklish fur suddenly became smooth. A bit like a cock, though without the nice taste. It didn't taste like much there. Mostly soap, he noticed, making sure not to breathe through his nose. That'd make the taste more intense, too, he knew. It really left him only with the feeling, odd, almost rubbery, warm, weird, bare. His tongue made circles around the undulating muscled ring. The feeling of response made the tip of his broad tongue tickle. It felt like the tiger was trying to grasp him or something.
Talk about ass-grabbing. His paws were still holding on tight to the heart-shaped rump. The big glutes kept flexing under the oral assault on his asshole, he felt, against his palms that still kept up the contact between their bodies. Matt's tongue was starting to feel a bit numb with all the licking he was doing up and down Lucian's spit-soaked crack. IT was starting to get really wet. He could feel it on his cheeks, too, and in the noise his tongue made, slipping over the fur and the patch of bare, rubbery skin.
"Ohhh...fuck..."
The tiger was really into it, Matt could tell, which made him feel even more guilty about his own lack of enjoyment. It was like sucking the tiger's elbow or something, though with a massive load of mental baggage that he could never associate with any more innocent body parts. Why didn't anyone get off from getting their elbow licked? He ought to Google "getting off on elbow licking" and see what happened. Maybe there was a whole internet community of elbow-philes. Would make sense. There sure were enough hits with the words "TIPS ON HOW TO RIM" , which he had read enough, full of furs praising the joys of both eating and getting your ass eaten by someone else.
"Aahhhh...."
Listening to the noises Lucian was making, Matt didn't doubt that it felt good. It was probably great, akin to the feeling he could get from having his prostate played with. It'd make his skin tingle in fun ways that nothing else would do. Like a personal secret of sorts. The tiger knew that one too well, though. Those barbs were great.
"Ahhhh....umhmmm...."
Slop, slop, slop. His jaws were starting to get tired. A glance up told him that the tiger had forgotten his earlier watching and now had his eyes closed and his tongue lolled out of the corner of his muzzle. His cock pulsed hard and had leaked a veritable puddle of pre onto his belly.
Matt took his right paw away from the tiger's ass and grabbed his own erection, still sadly wilting, but nothing a good visit from Mr. Five Fingers couldn't handle. He was soon pulsing hard in his grip, and his stroking slowed down, not wanting to go too far. His tongue was definitely in need of a break soon, though.
"Ahhhyeahhsshsh...."
The tiger was purring and slurring, dirty words slipping from his muzzle that barely passed his mind. His tail was mobile and smacked his neck a couple of times on its merry way. Matt rumbled whenever that happened, and the resulting vibrations over his tongue seemed to please the tiger into another fit of moaning and cursing.
"AAaahahhhhshit..."
The wolf really wanted to tell the tiger off for his word choice, but he wasn't going to waste his breath for that. Too much of a bother. The tiger was already neurotic enough about his favorite thing. Maybe even more neurotic than Matt himself.
It was definitely time to make this a bit more mutual.
Matt departed from the tiger's pucker with a final slippery slap of his tongue and quickly scooted up to his body, knees hugging the tiger's rump, his paw going down to push his own pointed tip against the spit-soaked star eagerly pulsing still, even without the direct stimulation of the thick, muscular tongue. Lucian's eyes popped open at the sensation, and met the wolf's, staring down to him. Matt's muzzle was twisted into a grimace of sorts, and he hissed when his cocktip was rubbed against the tiger's hole.
"Go...go..." Lucian panted.
Matt's teeth were bared when he pushed and split the tiger's hole open with his sheer bulk, aided by gravity and propelled by the jab of his hips that made Lucian hiss, toes wriggling when his legs tensed and he grabbed even more firmly to them, preparing for the onslaught.
Bent over backwards like this, Matt really had to push himself up to his knees so that he was practically doing pushups on top of the tiger by the time his thick knotty cock pushed all the way into the tiger's steaming hot, went rear. The snarls echoed in his ears even as he began to hump, poised on his paws, over the tiger, staring down to him with a scowl of determination on his grey face as he began to hump into the tight grip of the tiger's spit-slickened hole.
"Humph...fuck me..."
The pink ring gripped down on him hard, fighting him on the way in and the way out, but not strong enough to stop the smooth slide. His tip plunged in deep, prodded the tiger's prostate and pulled out, the muscles conforming into the changes in the thickness of his doggie shaft. The wolf's thighs began to burn when the initial tender pace began a hot, deep pumping that made his cheeks puff out with the heavy breaths he took.
Lucian's tail flailed around, smacking his thighs and even his balls, occasionally, reacting to the pressure and the sheer sensation of being filled by the thick cock seesawing into him.
"Aahhhh shit..."
Matt shoved his tongue into the tiger's muzzle about the same time he slammed down with his full weight and thrust his knot into the tiger's convulsing hole, finally tying him before the rapid breeding thrusts began. The tiger's grunts of pain and pleasure became obscured by the hot tongue fighting its way into is body, much like the thick knot that now joined them together.
"HMMMMPPPPHHP!"
Lucian's seed splashed onto his chin and painted a new stripe over his neck while Matt's own load pumped itself deep into the tiger's rippling guts, accompanied by heavy, instinctual thrusts into the warm fuckhole that kept going until Matt's legs burned and he couldn't do anything but collapse on top of the tiger. Lucian's legs came down and curled around the wolf's waist, tying them together almost as intimately as the connection of their bodies down below, and their eyes opened as well, finally, gently, when Lucian began to groom the wolf's sweaty muzzle with his own pink tongue.
Just gently.