Dark Alleys
Dark Alleys
By: Sakra_Reed
Finished: 09/09/09
All characters (the plots plot had probably been used a hundred times before) are property of Sakra-Reed, if you wish to use any or have a further description please ask me first..... but art is always well come
This was written as a spur of the moment thing that took me three days to finish..... damn school and and family.... takes me way from writing all the time
There are a lot of stories that take place in dark back alleys, some good, some bad and some that you wonder how you got into the situation in the first place, this was one of those times.
Groaning as he trusted against the smaller body that his larger frame had pushed against the wall, Malcolm Growled. Arousal flooded his system, blinding him in he dark cloak of lust, Under his hands he felt Grant shiver in anticipation of what was coming, the smaller feline body that fitted so nicely against his, so perfectly against him.
"My dirty little kitten," the Wolf Growled in his ear, "you like be a little slut don't you, my Dirty little little kitten slut."
The smaller male moaned at this, thrusting back, rubbing his his backside against Malcolm, well he larger male dry humped him through 2 layers of denim and boxers, roughly manhandling him against the brick faced back alley.
Moving won hand from his kittens wrists that were being held high above his head, Malcolm stroked his hand down the body of his lover, and up over the black t-shirt that cling-ed to the lean muscular body that stretched and pulled as a frustrated mewl was ripped from the mussel of his slutty kitten.
"You like me using you don't you, say it say you my little slut, my little kitty slut," Malcolm growled before biting down on the back of his neck, grabbing Grants crotch, squeezing it feeling it already halfway out of his little black kittens sheath.
"Yes," Grant panted in between mewls of enjoyment, thrusting his hips into the wolf's paw, "I'm your dirty little kitten," he yowled.
"Good, kitten, because I'm going to use you to me hearts content," he said with a smirk, working with not so nimble fingers to undo the button on the the faded and torn jeans that Grant loved so much, snaking his paw into the front, the wolf gripped the hardened silk riddled with barbs, he feeling his loved, stroking up and down his length he felt the barbs pull and grip his pads as he jerked the feline off.
Turning his head to the side Grant tried desperately to capture he others mussel in a kiss, but the wolf pulled back, lingering just out of reach of the kiss, teasing the back cat as his paw gentle worked the barbed organ, working the length till it was fully out of the sheath, the hand wrapped around his wrist moving down his arm, well a growl of 'don't move' echoed out of his mouth.
Squeezing more on his lovers member, Malcolm reached for this own aching member, releasing his button and pulling down his zipper, before pushing down the layers of fabric, he was already hard, the knot half formed, partly stuck in his own sheath, moving his hand back up to the back of his raven kittens neck he pulled him back whispering into his ear, "now m slutty little kitten, down on your knees, suck."
This was the first time the cat had moved his hands from the wall, tuning around he skillfully dropped to his knees without causing an painful collision to the ground, his hands moving down the body of the grey wolf, before finally coming to rest on the narrow hips. Lowing his mussel to the gentle leaking tip of the wolfs think member, taking the triangular head between his lips and stating to suck on the pointed tip, before giving control back over to his alpha.
Malcolm ran his fingers into the head fur of his kitten's head he pulled him down this length slowly, giving slow shallow thrusts, each punctuated by Grant giving a hard suck before relaxing and allowing him to repeat.
Moving a paw up, he pushed back the rest of the sheath, slowly with the thrusts till finally he pushed back the full of the sheath, releasing the knot and allowing it to swell up.
Feeling the heat building in his stomach, Malcolm tightened his grip on his kittens fur, pulling him back sharply, "up, against the wall, hands flat, legs spread," he growled, panting at the effort not the cum just from the sight of Grant, looking up at him with ungodly innocent eyes, mouth slightly a gasp, panting.
Getting up and into position, He watched as Malcolm eyes devour his body, laying his hands flat against he rough bricks of the wall and spreading his feet as well as the jeans and boxers still tangled around his ankles would allow he bowed and raised his tail, giving his body whole over to his alpha.
"Good, kitten," Malcolm growled pulling Grant back against his hard body, moving the tip of is weeping cock to his kittens tail hole, biting down on the back of his neck, the grey wolf pushed forward sheathing himself in one forceful push, wrapping the tight walls of his lover around his throbbing scream when he entered, but know from experience that the black cat preferred it that way, the pain along with the pleasure.
Waiting for the clenched muscles to relax a little, Malcolm let go of the back of Grants neck, licking the area that he'd abused during the initial connection.
"Move," came a horse and forced whisper, a command that the grey wolf was more happy to abide.
Pulling himself out of the warm and tight body, he growled before pushing back in, staying still between thrusts for a second, he repeated, using more pressure, harder thrusts, but keeping a slow and steady rhythm, holding onto the hips of his lover, keeping him still as he moved through the passes of fucking his kitten.
"Malcolm," Grant Mewled in displeasure at the slow frustrating passe, trying to trust back, but the grip holding him was to strong, so he resorted to mewling and crying for a faster passe to match the hard thrusts.
Removing his one paw from the black silk, the wolf moved it forward around the body of Grant, Wrapping his nibble fingers around the barbed length, stroking the heated flesh in time with his slow steady thrusts, causing moan of pleasure to erupt, echoing the complaint, "do you like that?" he asked starting to speed up.
"Yes," came a cry of relieve as the wolfs member quickened it's rhythm, and force, pushing further inside of him, causing more friction at the passe.
Growling again the wolf started feeling the force of his control slipping as he moved to tie his kitten, pushing harder into the lean body stretching him in an attempt to fill him with his knot, but with each thrust he was refused entrance by the tight body, only to attempt again with greater force, his speed increasing with each attempt also.
Grant was in heaven, panting and mewling, somewhere along the lines the hand still on his hip had moved up to surround his waist pulling him back to meet each thrust, he could feel his lovers knot pressed against his strained tailvhole and worried it won't fit, but instantly know better, since the this wasn't the first time the wolf had tried to tie him.
Pushing back again he could feel the familiar tightening in his stomach and balls, knowing that he wouldn't last much longer, Grant growled,trying to hold on since he knew that Malcolm wouldn't find the same kind of release without the feeling of a tie he pushed back.
Howling when he felt the knot finally slide captive into the tight walls of His kitten, he felt his lover body go ridged when finally tip over into release, spilling into his paw. Giving one last jerk-ish thrust he fallowed into the bliss of ecstasy.
It took several moments before either could properly ground them self's back to earth, and another minute for reality to set in to fact that they were tie in the back alley of god know where, "you better Hope no one see's use," Grant panted resting his cheek against he rough pattern of the brick turning his head to look back at the panting grey wolf.
Leaning forward to rest his on the black cats shoulder he stiffened a laugh, "Honey, if someone comes looking back here, it's only to see if someone was killing you."
"Oh shut and Kiss me," Grant said with mock venom, before leaning back and catching the others mussel in a soft, tender kiss, something totally contrast to the rest of the night.