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"Having some trouble?" The words made Will jump, fur bristling as the Siamese cat nearly dropped the mallet. The Sargent, a tall black cat by the name of Fawkes, fixed him with an easy smile and a laugh, "Jumpy too?" he teased gently.

Will tried to match his laugh and easy tone, but he could feel the nerves chewing at him. "Maybe, just never been," he kind of gestured off towards a hill in the distance, "outside of training."

Sargent Fawkes clicked his tongue softly, "Yeah, real battle is a lot different." He turned to look over the hill, giving Will a moment to look over the other feline. Fawkes had a good head of height on Will. His dark pelt matted with sweat, brown hair all but plastered to his head. Those eyes, such a lovely green, almost seemed to glow as he looked off over the hill. Ears perked as the taller cat looked back towards him. Something flickering in his eyes as Fawkes reached out and gave his shoulder a hard pat, "Good to see you made it out alive though."

He flashed a very toothy grin and laughed. "Tell ya what. While back, when it was my first time in combat, I had an Officer that decided to show me a bit of kindness." Fawkes swept alongside Will and put his arm fully around the Siamese's shoulders, "My first fight, she decided to take me off, make sure I got a good bath, and warm meal in me. Can't say much about the meal, but I had noticed a place to scrub off. Let me tell you, nothing makes you feel more refreshed than just cleaning up."

Will's whiskers twitched at the thought of cleaning up. He still had his leathers and padding on. Everything weighed down on him and just felt...crusty. "But I've got to help set up..." he started, holding up the wooden mallet.

Which Fawkes simply plucked from his fingers and tossed towards the rack. "Others can handle that right now. Sargent's orders." Fawkes spun Will around partially and grabbed both shoulders, "March, hup two!"

There was an area set aside for actual baths. Soldiers had the duty of hauling buckets of water up to the bathing tents. It was cold, unless someone was lucky enough to know some magics. So either it was icy, or someone had to pull favors. Though, that wasn't where Fawkes was leading them. Will's ears perked as the larger cat steered him towards a tent. "It ain't much, but it is a benefit of being a NCO. Small, private tent." He shoved the Siamese feline into the tent and followed on his heels. "Course, that's about as far as the benefits go."

There wasn't a great deal to the interior. Cot that was slightly larger than standard issue. What looked like a travel table and chair with a basin resting on top. Trunk that clearly held personal belongings. Simple ground cloth to keep them off the well trod dirt and grass. That was about it.

"Take your clothes off," Fawkes breathed easily as he walked into the room. The taller, black cat already doing as he'd requested. Will felt his cheeks flush and he looked away. [i]Is he trying to seduce me? Soldiers in sexual relationships with each other is an open secret here. Well, not even an open secret. He'd come across plenty of others fucking. Then there was the talks of what happened when they reached milestones. The words 'sex tent' had been tossed around casually.

Ears perked as he realized Fawkes was nearly stripped down. He hurriedly began to do the same. He was still fairly fresh to all this and didn't want to make a name for himself. Eyes darting over the other feline as he undressed. He doesn't look bad at all. Will admitted to himself, Could certainly do far worse when it comes down to it. His cheeks flushed slightly, ears tickling back at that thought. What made matters worse was the mere thought of it had his lance starting to rise_. That is really the last thing I need right now. Especially if Fawkes is just trying to be nice and polite to me._

Fawkes took a second to look over his partner. Creamy fur, very cute and a nice compliment to his own darker pelt. There was a few areas that looked as his fur had been lightly toasted. Darker parts on his tail, ears, arms, cutely surrounding his eyes. What drew his attention most was those hips. Wide, feminine, and looked like they'd be so wonderful to grab and just... rrff.

Will hurriedly folded his own clothes and set them near the entrance. Hand dropping down to cover himself as his cheeks grew ever hotter. His length was fully at half mast right now. Balls aching with a reminder that it had been some time since he'd gotten enough privacy to... take care of anything.

"I would offer a full, relaxing bath, but that's for the commissioned offers." Fawkes chuckled, "My CO managed to sneak me into one when she was treating me. Then again, she got a lot of leeway with things, since she was a favored one." The naked cat let a hand rest on his table, casually pouring water from a pitcher into the basin. "Best I can get is a self-warming basin." He winked and tapped the side of the bowl. It rang out like the sweetest of chimes. The noise warbling and humming as the water rippled. As the ripples formed and rolled, a gentle steam began to rise from the surface. "Perfect bathing temperature, every time." Fawkes dipped a cloth into the basin and turned with a smile, "Now, come here."

Will got a full look of the cat. Body whipcord lean, muscle clear under his glossy midnight pelt. He was a good head taller than the Siamese, but seemed even taller at the moment. A quick glance southward had him blushing even more. It was hard to judge size, but the cat was girthy for certain. He also seemed far more at ease with being naked around his fellow soldier. Was that just experience, knowledge of his position, or disinterest?

Feet shuffled as he stepped in closer. Hand still shielding his privates as he stood before Fawkes. The Sargent greeted him with a smile and softness. Damp cloth coming up to brush over his cheek. "Like I said," he breathed out, "not as good as a full bathhouse or what the officers have."

"It's good," Will said hurriedly. Leaning into the gentle brushing a little as he breathed a purr. It was nice. The water felt warm and the cloth just rough enough. Neither of them were uncouth enough to offer grooming with their tongue. That was something that was far too intimate for this, reserved for long term partners or specialized brothels. Ears twitched back with embarrassment as he thought of Fawkes grooming him with his tongue. Last fucking thought I need right now! He thought as his cock twitched and tapped against his palm.

He needed to distract himself, and quickly. Will turned his head as Fawkes brushed his cheeks gently. There really was nothing in the tent. Very little in personal effects. Not surprising, since they'd likely be in the trunk. They could be here a day, could be months. Fawkes would likely put up things if they stayed longer than a mere rest.

Desperation rose as Fawkes moved to cleaning his neck. Will let out a quiet huff, biting his lip. Head rolling slowly as his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. Then, his savior! "Ah, let me return the favor, Sir." He reached for a cloth and fumbled with it, dipping it into the basin and wringing it out.

Fawkes eagerly turned his head to the side and smirked, breathing out his own purr as Will rubbed at his shoulder. "Easy there, you'll wash the color out of my fur if you scrub too hard."

Will tried to laugh out a, "Sorry," but it didn't come out as smooth or easy as he'd hoped. Clearing his throat, he went about brushing Fawkes with the cloth. Soft purrs just starting to rasp at his throat as the taller feline did the same to him. Shoulders, cheeks, working at his neck, and then chest... Will felt his breath catch for a beat as the warm cloth danced over his front.

Only to breathe it out as Fawkes returned to working his shoulder.

"Let me just..." Fawkes breathed and stepped in closer. Chests nearly touching as he wrapped his arm around Will. Warm cloth moving up and down his back, making the Siamese cat shiver ever so slightly. "There we go," Fawkes almost breathed into his ear, "doesn't that feel better?"

Will's cheeks colored as he bit his bottom lip. It felt good. More than good, he could feel his excitement pulsing though him. A steady thrum that made his ears twitch back. Worse, he could feel something else starting to stir. This close to Fawkes, those arms wrapped around him, hands roaming up and down his back? No surprise that Will felt his manhood began to rise and twitch. [i]I can't, I shouldn't... he breathed and tried to calm himself. To think of something else as his Sargent kept rubbing up and down his body just so.

Imagine his surprise when he felt a reciprocal nudge against his own thigh.

He was shorter than Fawkes, and his hands were already working over the cat's chest somewhat. So it wasn't too hard to steal a glance down. Sure enough, the black cat's spear was swaying and swinging towards him. Nudging upwards with each little motion, every beat of his heart. [i]We look like we're about the same size, Will mused to himself. Though then the thoughts turned a little. [i]If he's getting worked up and still holding me this close. He has to be aware of what he's doing. Heavens know I am.

This had to be a moment to be bold. Ears twitched as he thought about it a beat, hardly even a breath. One too many times he'd hesitated and the opportunity literally slipped from his hands. Maybe Fawkes would ask him if he wanted to continue. The Sargent could just as easily feel he was bound to his honor. Not wanting to ask lest it be taken as a command.

Fawkes' ears shot up as a hand closed about his cock. Sure, it was wrapped in the warm, damp cloth, but there was still a hand right on his dick. He bit his lip quietly as the cloth began to stroke slowly. Cutting off any smart remark he might have said before it could be taken the wrong way. Instead, he just savored it for a moment, breathing out as he pressed into the hand. Breathing out a quiet, "Trying to polish up the spear?"

Will's ears twitched, folded, then stood up again. Fawkes' silence had given him some pause. That moment of worry that the higher ranking soldier would ward him off. Worst case, he'd be handed his clothing and told to go back to his tent. Marching naked through camp was less than ideal, for sure. Though he'd likely still end up getting off, it might be with one of the rougher soldiers. Someone who would take his 'bold nudity' as an invitation. So imagine his relief at hearing those few words muttered in such a soft, almost intimate tone.

He worried his lip for a moment before changing his grip. Thumb towards the cat's base, fingers teasing the shaft. Feeling how it grew tall and proud in his hand. "Every spear could use a good polish now and then." Something small, almost noncommittal. Even of his hand was making his intentions rather clear.

A breath, a shiver, "And it's not just because I outrank you?"

Ears twitched in thought, "It is a consideration, but it is not the reason." A gentle squeeze, sliding his hand back to the tip. Teasing the foreskin back to clean around there. "Should I stop?"

Fawkes laughed, "I was going to ask if I should sit down before you make my knees go weak." Will nodded and released him. The lanky cat breathed a sigh and nuzzled into that gray mess of hair atop Will's head. He slipped back and sat on the edge of his bed. Cock standing proud and twitching towards the other cat. Eagerly half up, glistening with the damp from the cloth. "Have to be sure that you're not trying to sleep your way up the ranks." He cracked a smile, "I can't really promote ya."

Will did his best to give a playful smile, "I knew I should have gone for the Captain. Guess this will just be for fun then."

He crossed the tent in a couple steps and gracefully sank to his knees before Fawkes. The darker feline leaned back, legs spreading before him. Will's mouth began to water as he leaned in, nuzzling the base of the cock. Breathing in the cat's scent. It was somewhat cleansed by the cloth and his casual stroking, but still there. A little sweaty, lightly musky, but nowhere near as bad as some were. Fawkes clearly kept himself cleaned regularly. Whiskers tickled thighs as he kissed his way down the shaft to the balls. Letting the length slide up his muzzle, resting against his forehead.

A glance up showed Fawkes head his head leaned back in a silent pant. That single image was enough to send a warm shiver down his spine. Tail twitched up as his own lance lifted. Will turned his head and began to kiss his way up the shaft. Slow, careful licks and little pecks of lips on needy flesh. His reward was a moan, deep and breathy.

Quick lick of his suddenly dry lips before leaning in. Granting Fawkes a kiss on his tip. Tongue curling slowly outward. Easing the foreskin back, baring the ready tip to his eager tongue. He breathed out and let a little bit of drool roll down his tongue. Coating that helmet before starting to dutifully shin it. Nice and slow, taking his time with the eager partner. His own eyes narrowing with blissful relaxation as he urged his muzzle forward. Eyeteeth just so casually brushing either side of the deliciously thick length. Slowly, dutifully working his way down. The smallest fraction at a time with each slow bob of his head.

"Oh gods above," Fawkes breathed out in a moan. His bed creaked as he shifted closer. Even going so far as to throw a leg over Will's shoulder to draw the Siamese closer to him. "Just started and you're the best head I've had in the longest time."

His praise earned him a purr. Will's mouth trembling around his tip as the cat leaned in. One arm coming up to rest on the cot as he leaned further in. He was fully past the tip now. Lips teasing the flesh of his shaft. Tongue cupped the head on each stroke down. Pressing it against the ridged roof of his mouth. A brief pause while he played with the tip. Lapping up any precum that the Sargent deemed he was worthy of tasting. Tongue sliding over and around what fitted in his mouth before he pulled back. Leaving the shaft pulsing, glistening in his wake. All before doing it again, sliding his head further down.

Fawkes wanted to thrust. To just dig his hands into that lovely gray hair and start pounding. He resisted the urge to ravage, but only just. It didn't stop his hips from stirring upwards as the tongue played with him. Nor keep him from gasping. Hand falling to Will's head and running fingers through the hair.

The words, the petting, and the eager shudder. That was exactly what Will was hoping he would get from the other cat. Knowing just how much he was pleasing Fawkes? Oh it brought him to full mast. As he leaned forward, his cock lifted. Pulsing with growing excitement as he pushed further and further. Not stopping this time. Not until he felt the tip slide over the back of his tongue. Even as it teased his throat and eased in. Muscles heaved briefly, just the barest of twitches, but allowed the spire to slide in.

A breathy gasp, a moan, hips lifting towards his muzzle, "Oh..." was all Fawkes could think of saying right now. His head spun and reeled, lights danced before his eyes. He'd never, ever felt someone take him that deep and that eagerly. Nose bumping his groin as the eager cat bobbed his head. Soft little gagging noises rose up towards him before Will pulled back. Leaving his cock bare for the briefest of instants before diving back down.

Fawkes wasn't going to last at this rate. He could feel his balls twitch and lift. Cock surging in that so eager mouth. Precum surged up his shaft in a fat drop. Rolling past Will's mouth and getting chased by his tongue. The cat lapping at the underside of his shaft before curling to catch that salty-sweet treat. Swallowing some before slathering the rest along the shaft as he dove back in.

"I'm gonna..." and a tightening of his hand was all the warning he could muster. Will eagerly pressed back down. Burying his nose into Fawkes' groin. Nuzzling in there as he gulped and prepared himself for the deluge.

Which the black cat had plenty to give him. Hips lifted and a snarl was muffled into his hand. Fawkes nearly biting into his own wrist as eyes rolled back. He pushed into Will's so eager mouth. Feeling his shaft lift, twitch, then his peak surged up. Will bobbed his head and stayed down in the trenches. The first shot hit the back of his throat and rolled down. Follow up volleys following suit, surging down his throat as he gulped and raced to keep up. Feeling some of the richness sliding over his tongue and past his lips. Dripping at the corners of his mouth.

All too soon, Fawkes fell back into his bed with a huff and pant. Peak dying off in a few seconds, and Will drawing away a beat later. His own cock standing tall and proud. Twitching as if on the cusp of release himself.

Which is what Fawkes saw as he rolled his head. The eager, smaller feline kneeling there. Gathering what cum spilled with his fingers. Licking them clean. His own cock eagerly waiting for something. A hand, a mouth, or an eager hole. Though Fawkes wasn't the one to give that, not at the moment. He did have an idea for what he could give Will in return.

"Alright," he huffed after a moment or two of recovering, "you did your duty admirably. Now it's my turn to return the favor and take care of my soldier." Will stopped mid-lick and looked up at Fawkes with confusion. "Atten-SHUN!" Fawkes snapped.

Muscle memory kicked in and Will leapt to his feet before he could even fully process the words. It had been drilled into him so much, he didn't even have to think about it. Only realizing what he'd done and where he was when he felt Fawkes lean forward and kiss his cock. His tail bristled up and he let out a huff as the cat's mouth slide over his raging cock. Knees starting to buckle as that tongue flicked over his shaft.

Up with a soft slurp. "I haven't told you at ease yet." Fawkes' tone was playful, teasing. "Set those feet apart, shoulder width."

It was a game, and Will found a smile twitching at his lips. Though it was still hard to focus as the cat's breath washed over his aching cock. "Sorry, Sargent." Will stood straight, stepped his feet apart, and arched his back.

Fawkes smirked and licked his fingers, drooling down onto them just a little. He went back in and started to tend to his companion. Low, careful licks and slurps. Working just the first half of that cock in and out of his mouth. Will, to his credit, kept himself steady and stable. Knees wobbling some each time Fawkes teased his tip.

Things only got worse as the cat reached up. Those slick fingers nestling between taut cheeks. Will's tail immediately shot up. A breathy pant breaking from the cat, knees wobbling, legs shaking. Fawkes purred with delight, only making things worse for the Siamese. His eyes fluttered, hips starting to press and roll as the fingers dug deeper. Sneaking up between furred cheeks. He couldn't hold back a very shaky moan as the slick fingers pressed up. Rear clenched, shuddered, but relented as his commander pressed onward.

Cock twitched as the fingers eased in. Both at once, no using just a single finger. Muscles shuddered, but relented readily under the pressure. [i]Oh he's loving this, Fawkes thought with a grin. feeling how the cock twitched in his mouth. Slow curl of his fingers, gentle hook, and he pressed in. Massaging that backdoor as he bobbed his head. It didn't take much. Just a slow roll of his fingers, a little licking around the tip.

"Aa....ahh!" Music to his ears. Will's gasping moan rang out as Fawkes massaged his prostate and tended to his cock. A spurt of precum, tensing of the cock, and then a full upheaval. The cute cat's balls bounced upwards as he unloaded his pent up desires into Fawkes' waiting mouth. Clenching around the fingers that continued to press and massage. Each rub sent another surge up his shaft and into the waiting mouth. The Sargent happily swallowing each and every shot. Not allowing a single drop to escape his hungry maw. Not when the cat was doing such a good job at standing upright during all this.

A matter of seconds and he was done. Cock starting to relax as Fawkes pulled away. "Impressive." He licked his lips and looked at the cock. Softening, but with that edge that said there was more ready. "Have a seat," he smirked and slid back onto his cot.

It didn't take much more than the words and a light press to his rear to bring the Siamese cat down. Will gladly draping his legs around Fawkes' waist, sliding over his thighs. By now, the black cat was up again. Length eagerly pressing upwards. As Will slid into place close to him, the tomcat arched and brought their cocks together. Bases nudging close, life surging back into the just-spend length. Fingers from both males reached down to tease their lengths. Pressing them together, rubbing slowly. They were a near match in both length and girth. Not that either cared at the moment.

Fawkes licked his lips and smiled. Will breathed out an eager huff. Both knew what was coming next and neither wished to hesitate too long.

Hands on shoulders. Bodies moved together, gentle hands and eager breathes washing over the pair. Will lifted up and Fawkes angled his cock back. Tucking the tip between silky smooth cheeks and against the prepared rump. Will let out a soft moan, ears falling back as the thick head found purchase between his cheeks. Pressing up, nudging, spreading him slowly. He lifted just a touch, felt some precum pulse against his rear. Thanked the other with a quiet pant. Easing back as hands fell to his hips.

Eager sighs slipped from either male as that length pushed in. Blunt tip readily sliding through his rear. Pressing deeper into him as Will set the pace for now. Sliding further with each rock of his hips. Arms draped over Fawkes' shoulders as he leaned in. Whiskers touched and twitched, bodies pressing up and sliding off one another.

It wasn't too long before he bottomed out. Shivering with delight at the feel of the black cat's balls tucked tight against his rear. Life having returned to his own length. A slow press made his cock slide against silky smooth fur. Both sharing in a moan. Fingers reached down, found the length, and began to stroke it. A slow plunge matching the Siamese cat's own descent. Grip loosening so that Fawkes could nestle his fingers around the base before sliding back up. His grip tightening ever so slightly as it reached the tip.

Will moved even as the fingers squeezed. Rising up, almost bucking into the hand. Fawkes smiled and rolled his fingers, squeezing here and there. Will pressed eagerly into the grip before sliding down. Huffing as the cock slide against his prostate and made his manhood twitch with delight.

The next one came faster. Lift, thrust, drop, and moan. Then faster and faster still. Hands wrapping around Fawkes' neck, Will leaning into his chest as he rode the taller cat with increasing fervor. Twitch, spill precum, fingers sliding faster over the recently spent cock, and Fawkes drew out another of those lovely moans. will tilted his head without thinking, body pressing into his partner's with every bit of eager need he could muster.

He didn't even think. Fawkes felt the tilt of the head, his own rising passions. He growled and leaned in, biting at where neck and shoulder met. Will jerked, almost yowling as precum all but shot across the cat's belly. Hips moved quicker, pumping at a frantic pace now. Thighs bouncing and cracking off the male under him. The steady crack and smack of bodies meeting in the throes of lust filling the tent's air. Will's eager, almost needy pants met with Fawkes' lower growls. Arms wrapping around the Siamese, fingers digging into his rear, and pulling him into the needy bounces.

Much to his surprise, Will reached his finish first. The male's thrusts shuddered, shook, and hesitated a little. Rear clenching as his world spun before he drove back with a needy call. Fawkes drove his hand down and began to furiously stroke. The cute, slender male arched and jerked, biting his own lip as he came hard and fast. Thick, rich seed splashing against the dark expanse of his commander's belly and chest.

Not that Fawkes was going to let him ride it out in peace. No, the darker feline tightened his grip on the rear, brought his feet up to plant on the bed, and almost used the other's cock as a handle. Driving his body up hard and fast. The sharp Plap CRACK plaplaplap of hips off tender ass filling the tent. Will's noises of pleasure started to take on a more frantic edge. Each one getting bitten off or tamped down, but rapidly approaching the sound of cat in heat. His poor cock jumped and twitched, pressed towards over stimulation yet loving every moment of it. In seconds, he was spent, but his pole was still leaping. Still pushing out the last dregs of his climax.

A few moments, a dozen thrusts, and Fawkes followed suit. Slamming himself into the cat's rear with a muffled snarl. Teeth digging into the soft flesh. Not enough to piece skin, but enough to make it known he was there. That he was laying claim to that cat. He shoved up and pulled the rear down sharply. His own peak rushing through him and flooding his partner. with his eager seed. Will's eyes rolled back, an overeager and utterly spent noise coming from the feline.

They heaved, pressed, and then fell back onto the bed with a pant. Will stayed atop Fawkes as the dark-coated tom released his bite. It took a long moment before they could or would move again. Shifting together on the bed. Pressing so close. Neither caring about the mess as they rubbed chests together. Heads spilling, worlds reeling, and both utterly satisfied.

"You're going to have to clean that mess up," Fawkes breathed into a twitching ear. Each word inviting a flick.

Will nuzzled into his chest, "May I get to it later, Sargent?"

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The next day came too soon. After a quick clean up and slipping off to get clothes, the pair met back up by the meal tent. Just quickly grabbing their meals before taking a seat. It was early, so there weren't too many others in the tent yet.

So Will had little qualm in reaching under the table and casually squeezing Fawkes' thigh. Ears shot up as the black cat glanced around, but didn't stop. instead, he slide back from the table slightly. A clear enough sign to go ahead_. Good thing I've practiced this._ Will thought to himself as he slid his hand further down. Eating one handed, doing his best to look as if he were mostly asleep.

Under the table, his fingers deftly undid the ties on the Sargent's pants. Quick couple tugs and he was in, hand snaking down to fish the cock out. Fawkes huffed into his drink, eyes narrowing ever so slightly on his own. The fingers found his cock rather quickly, flesh firming up against even the light touch. There was a devious twitch to Will's whiskers as he pulled the cock out. Casually, carefully, starting to stroke the cock under the table. His touch light, grip loose. Just enough to tease and toy with his partner. Bringing the spear to full stance within seconds.

A low breath slipped out, "You are devious and evil." Fawkes hunched his hips ever so slightly forward. Pressing into the hand as Will toyed with him. Keeping it nice and slow for now even now. "Toying with your superior like this." Fawkes' tail twitched behind him. Hips pushing into the hand as his eyes closed most of the way again.

Grip tightened just so. Pumping quickly, thumb shooting up to slide against the tip. Easing and teasing along the flesh there before drawing it back. Length twitched, lifted, and spilled precum across the fingers. Will gladly swept through the pre, gathering it up, spreading it out over the flesh. Letting the calloused fingers slide over him all the easier. Few quick strokes before slowing back down. His grip loosening ever so slightly. Up and down, easing back down, but not letting him wilt.

Ears twitched and turned towards the taller feline, "Should I stop?"

Hips pushed up into the hand, "You do, and I'll find some sort of punishment you'll never forget." The teasing was light, measured, bringing Fawkes down a little before the grip changed again. Will was deft with his movements, minimal arm motion while he rolled and shifted his grip. Every finger danced back and forth across the spire. Sliding down to play with his full balls. He tilted his head, [i]Wonder how many he has in him. His cheeks flushed and ears twitched back. [i]How many could we get away with before we have to marshal?

Lusts surged down the length and it pressed into his hand. He loosened his grip and began to lightly pet again. Musing to himself quietly. Nibbling at the edges of some bread as he thought to himself. Fawkes was quickly losing interest in his meal. Instead, his thoughts were starting to dance towards the Siamese beside him. That ass had been tight and delightful last night. It had been a slower romp then though. He'd have to see how the femboy would handle something a bit more... frantic and passionate.

Fawkes stole a glance around the tent. Not many here, but there would be soon enough. His mind raced, plotting out the layout of the camp. Of course they could go back to his tent, but he had something better in mind. Food was prepared near the mess tent, there was a supply tent as well. Though he knew how the cooks liked to lay things out.

His hand came up and grabbed Will's scruff. The cat let out a quick little, "Rrrrrorwll?" before the grip tightened and Fawkes leaned in.

"You are going to tuck me back into my pants, finish eating, and then follow me outside. That's an order." Fawkes released his grip and leaned away, scarfing down the rest of his food in several large gulps. Will huffed, cheeks hot after the scruffing. He did his best to tuck Fawkes back into his pants, but he couldn't do anything about doing the ties. Thankfully, Fawkes took care of that. Using his own shirt to cover up any indiscretion as he stood.

He'll want me to follow him after a moment, Will thought as he finished his food quickly enough. He hadn't been lax as he played with the other tom, thankfully. A few bites and he stood, putting his meal tray and sauntering outside as if he had all the time in the world.

Outside, he caught sight of Fawkes' tail. The dark cat striding behind the tent. Will stretched, rolled his shoulders, yawned, and scratched himself. Then casually began to walk as if he were just taking some sort of morning constitutional around the camp. All while following the hints of Fawkes ahead of him. Hint of tail, glimpse of the darker feline, and finally a little hissed, "Back here," amongst some crates.

Will barely stepped around the corner before Fawkes grabbed him. Shoving him into the rough wood and forcing a kiss on him. Will stiffened for the brief instant before melting. Eyes rolled back as his mouth opened. Feeling that tongue shove right into his mouth. Firm hand on his shoulder holding him pinned there. Body throbbing as excitement surged. Pushing against Fawkes as the larger cat held him there. Growling into the kiss for a very long moment. They parted with a huff and a hissed, "Knees."

He was more than eager to settle onto his knees. Ready to reach up and fish out that cock. Yet before his hands could start to lift, Fawkes lifted his own shirt and pulled his cock out. Letting it flop out and smack off Will's nose. "Naughty little cunt you are, teasing me like that. Open up."

Cheeks flushed, [i]He called me a cunt? Fingers tightened on his pants as a bit of excited shame surged up his spine. Still, Will did exactly as he was asked. Opening his mouth and looking up at the other cat.

No sooner did his mouth open than the other's cock was shoved into his gob. Eyes widened as his partner stepped forward. Both hands came down to rest on Will's head. Fingers slide through that messy gray mop of hair before tightening their grip. "I'll show you for teasing me in the mess hall." Fawkes licked his lips and grinned. Pulling Will forward until his cock jabbed at the back of the cat's throat. There was a slight gulp, a small swallow, but he handled it like a champ. "Must have picked you up for one of the camp whores before choosing you as a soldier."

Will moaned around the cock, eye closing most of the way. He didn't argue, couldn't with the cock shoved into his mouth. He didn't deny it though. He'd fucked around plenty before joining the legion. It was a quick, easy way to make sure he had meals, a roof over his head, and more. The fact that he enjoyed it also helped.

It helped double as Fawkes began to thrust. Not even a slow build up to something savage. He just held onto Will's head and began to thrust. Hard, fast pumps drove his cock from tip to balls each time. Heavy, delicious sac bouncing off Will's chin. The Siamese cat moaned, eyes rolling, lust filling him. He reached up to grab the cat's thighs. "No you don't," Fawkes slapped his hand away. "You tease me, I'll fuck your face." Each word flavored with a growl, a hiss, body leaning over his partner. One hand pulling at his hair, the other cupping the back of his head.

He could take a cock in his throat, could stay down on Fawkes until he was ready to pass out. A gag reflex was almost a foreign concept to Will. Yet her and now? Lips curled and he coughed as the cock kept probing his throat. Drool gathered at the corners of his mouth, dripping down his cheek as the other male pushed deep. Yet he continued, trying to give as good as he got. Tongue pressing and rolling on the cock. Sliding it against his teeth, roof of his mouth, cheek, wherever he could get it. Slurping and swallowing as he moaned. His own excitement building, cock straining at the fabric of his breeches.

Fawkes wasn't going to slow down. Not until he was spent. The cat growled, bracing his forehead on the crate. "Good pussy. Just like that..." he licked his lips and looked down at Will. The other cat stared back up at him with pleasure-filled eyes. Each thrust drove one of those delicious choking noises, the occasional gag and cough sounding as he buried himself deep. Oh it was heaven.

He felt his peak rushing up on him. He was fucking that face a little too eagerly. Sure, he could slow down and prolong it, but he really didn't fucking want to.

Whipping his cock out of that mouth, he freed the cat's head from one hand. Will's eyes opened more as Fawkes grabbed his cock and began to stroke. Without any prodding, the Siamese opened his mouth and tilted his head back. "Fuuuck." it was a sexy sight. Even better as Fawkes felt his peak rush up. Fur bristling as he came. Thick seed splashing across the eager face and open mouth. Raining cum down on his partner's waiting visage. Stroking himself to whip out what he could. All before a growled, "Stand and bend over."

Fawkes barely got out 'stand' before Will was getting up. Pants hissed off his shapely hips as he leaned forward. Claws digging at the rough wood as he leaned forward. Cheek coming to rest on the crate as he looked back, tail coiling upwards.

Still hard, still twitching, and still very slick with the cat's eager spit, Fawkes moved up behind the femboy. it only took a second to line up, wedging his cock between those delicious ass cheeks. Will whimpered and squirmed, pushing up and back. Knocking Fawkes away. The cat growled, lined back up, but was off target again. The other cat was just squirming too much. Shimmying his hips back and forth eagerly.

"Hold still!" Fawkes panted, leaning forward and [b]biting that scruff. Will let out a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a hiccup. The call cutting off as Fawkes tugged his scruff. The taller cat lined up and shoved in. Basking as he felt the tight ass clench around him. He growled like some great, lustful beast, as he slammed in. Body crashing off those wide hips. Claws pricked at hips and slid around. Cock surging with excitement as he pushed and ground. Pumping with short strokes before drawing back.

He wasn't going to let go of the scruff. Not until he was done. It felt good too. Utterly primal to just lean over his partner like this. Claws pricking at flesh, dimpling that wonderfully plush rear, pulling up and back, only to have Will jerk awkwardly under him. Almost hopping up into the thrusts.

Only polite to give too. The thought came as Fawkes reached around. Grabbing the shorter male's cock and giving it a pump.

Will hissed like an overflowing kettle. Jerking his hips back the instant Fawkes grabbed his cock. That was all it took to set him off. Rear clenching and grabbing, squeezing around the pounding manhood as his load spilled across the ground and his own shirt. Breathy, needy pants breaking from the lighter cat as he pushed up and back into his partner.

Not that Fawkes was going to let him rest, not after the teasing. More than that, it was how eager Will was pushing back into him. He'd just blown a load and yet he was driving back like some bitch in heat, ready and eager to be bred. So that's what Fawkes was going to give him. Will's claws dug at the wood, mouth wrapped tight around his own arm. Muffled noises of pure, raw lust being blown into fur. All while he drove back as best he could, slamming hips into the punishing thrusts. Driving his own cock into the tight, iron grip of his Sargent.

Harder, faster, Fawkes wasn't going to let up. The first peak across Will's face had bought him time. Not much, only a few moments. He could feel it sneaking up on him already. That slow, steady twitch, tension along his balls and surging up his length. He wasn't far off himself.

As for Will? Oh he was in a moment of pure bliss. Eyes rolled back, drooling around his arm, whining with glee as Fawkes' hips crashed off his Maybe he yowled, but he couldn't be sure. The sounds had to be muted, muffled, but maybe they slipped out. He couldn't control himself right now. Each thrust hit with the force of a spank. Pure pleasure rocketed up and down his spine. The clap of his ass clearly echoing in their little alcove. Someone had to hear them. Others had to know what was going on back here. Yet the realization only excited him more. Made him drive his hips back that much harder.

"Grrrm!" the snarl broke out over his scruff. Teeth digging in more, drool matting his fur. Fawkes wrenched him up and back into the thrust. Cock stabbing right against his prostate hard enough that Will was certain he was going to pass out. Black fur mashed against creamy, toasted rump. Fawkes drove every inch he had into Will, then tried to plunge in even more. Body heaved as he came, pumping his seed into the waiting hole. Will's senses left him and knees nearly gave out. His own cock twitching, a second and weaker climax spurred on by his partner as that warmth filled his backside. Fawkes kept his thrusts short and sharp. Slamming into Will with each twitch of his cock. Making sure that nothing would escape.

Will's head spun and it felt like the world was going to give out from under him. Eyelids fluttered as his hips bumped back slowly. Trying to keep up with Fawkes' savage grinds. Both trapped in the throes of their own lust and need.

Slowly, reluctantly, Fawkes pulled away. Mouth leaving the scruff as he panted. "I hate being teased," he breathed into Will's ear, "Do it again, and I'll ensure you're punished so properly, you won't be able to sit all day and then the next." Though he was very certain that he'd just given the cat an open invitation to tease him. Perhaps Will would find some new and inventive ways to do it though. Which would be very exciting to see.

"Y-yes, Sargent," Will panted, his entire body humming with the wild, wonderful energy that surged though it right now.

Fawkes drew back, shivering as his sensitive cock slipped out of the wiling hole. "Good. Now, go get cleaned up. I have some duties to attend to." Shoulders rolled as Fawkes shook himself out. Tucking his cock away and doing up his breeches again. Adjusting his uniform before stepping out. "What are you staring at!" he snarled at someone Will couldn't see. "Never seen a NCO reprimand one of his soldiers? Move!"

Many, many feet thundered on the ground as a small crowd dispersed. Will's cheeks warmed at that realization. Half the camp must have heard us. Slow realization dawned as he felt some of the cum drip off his whiskers_. No way I can get out without them seeing that. I can wipe it down, but then my shirt will be a mess…_

Shoulders rolled as he straightened his back. Will drew his pants back into place and held them. Marching out of the alcove, ignoring looks he may or might not have been giving. He kept his back straight and eyes forward. Though he couldn't stop his hips from swaying sassily. Bumping from side to side as his tail swished happily. heading down for the stream set aside for bathing. He'd at least get his face cleaned up and maybe grab a change of clothes.

Although, he mused to himself, judging from some of those looks I'm getting? Might not make it out of the day clean. The thought made him shiver, insides clenching as he felt some cum slide down the crack of his ass and thigh. Suppose there are plenty of worse things in life, huh?