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Complaints

by

Gruffy

2017

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It looks like wolves can have moods, right, and Brian Silverfang is no exception to that. Hopefully Druff knows how to deal with such, though - knowing him, I think he knows a few tricks on managing unruly lupines.

Hope you have a good read, I shall look forward to your feedback. Remember that all votes, faves and watches will help others to find these stories to enjoy as well.

Cheers!

Written in full cooperation with Brian Silverfang

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The knock on the door was insistent, and loud enough that it reached the tiger's ears even through the wall of the music playing through the audio system in his sitting room. The robed figure was reclining on the couch with his eyes lightly closed, but the sound of the somewhat idiosyncratic hammering on his door roused him from this half-slumber. A curious expression, and a quick tap on the remote control near his paw were all he did before rising from the sofa. The Burgundy red silk danced around his tall body when he moved and his tail agitated the soft material even further.

There was another hard rat ta-ta-tap from behind the door before Druff reached it.

"Good evening, Brian," the tiger said as soon as the door was open a crack. "A pleasant surprise visit, I hope..."

He gazed into the hallway and his somewhat frequent guest standing there.

The wolf looked at him for a grand total of half a second before storming past him into the apartment. Following his stampeding guest with his eyes, he could see the tension in his movements from barely restrained energy and fur standing on edge. Particularly bristled was the lupine tail that was otherwise pleasantly bushy and expressive. The young wolf really did remind him of a cat at times, the Druff thought to himself while watching the wolf's tense strut.

"...a surprise one, for sure..." the tiger mused to himself.

He could hear the wolf mutter something under his breath but couldn't make it out. Brian was already disappearing into the sitting room through the sliding doors before Druff had a chance to question him on the matter further.

Interesting entrance.

The tiger closed the door and headed back into his man-cave which had now been invaded by a wolf. A clattering noise made his ears flick. Brian was already at the liquor cabinet and rummaging through its contents.

"...fuck...shit...hell...Dubonnet, for fuck's sake..."

Druff stopped at the door and gazed at the wolf's curious activities.

"Are you looking for something specific?" the tiger asked.

Brian closed the liquor cabinet somewhat forcefully.

"Something that will burn my fucking throat!" He snapped.

"There is half a bottle of Benedictine in there that I think would do the trick but you have opined in the past that it tastes like your grandmother's sputum, so I presume that is not something you wish to partake in," the tiger said.

The wolf managed a sneer at the already shut door of the cabinet at the mental image caused by the tiger's reminiscences.

"Shit!" Brian announced.

The wolf stormed past Druff once again, his passage closely followed by a slew of colorful expletives thrown at an undetermined target. The tiger watched the unexpected spectacle with a mixture of interest and increasing worry. His young friend was usually rather apt at keeping his emotions under wraps. This was rather bombastic.

"Well, well..." the tiger mused.

After giving him a few moments of head start, Druff made his way towards the kitchen, closing the door to the sitting room behind him. He heard the telltale clink-clank of bottles before he rounded the corner to the sight of the upper half of a fuming wolf bent forwards and pillaging the fridge.

"Found you, you little fucker!" came a victorious exclamation while the wolf straightened up and slammed the fridge close while taking a rather large swig from the open beer bottle in his hand.

"Can you BELIEVE my fucking luck!" The bottle was put down onto the counter with no small amount of force. Some of the contents were launched into the air and splashed to the shiny surface.

"As I've assured you multiple times before, I am not a mind-reader, Mister Silva," the sterner-than-usual tone didn't have much effect on his disgruntled guest other than netting him an exasperated chuff.

"First my damn glove rips and my hand slips on the bench press so my shoulder is killing me, then the only time I run into a controller on the bus is the goddamn day I forget my wallet at the fucking gym!"

The wolf took another hefty gulp of beer.

"WROTE ME A HUNDRED FUCKING BUCKS TICKET!"

He slammed the bottle back down on the counter. He wasn't looking directly at Druff anymore and was pacing slowly towards the kitchen table while sounding increasingly agitated, judging from the pace of his ranting.

"So now if someone didn't find it and make off with it, I have to go by foot to the other side of the damn city for it and will be lucky if it's still there. And I'll have to deal with Peterson's smug face for who knows how long..." Brian's fur was still bristling and one of his fists kept clenching periodically.

"Fucker saw the whole thing and I bet he just can't WAIT to start bragging and talking shit... bastard panther thinks he's hot shit because he managed to outlift me TWO TIMES in the past 4 months..." The wolf was mostly cussing and ranting at the air in front of him, not paying much mind to the tiger observing him.

"Ohhh and of course he was there to see the whole damn thing. Won't hear the end of 'till kingdom god damn come... fucker doesn't know jack shit... got the form of a wet towel..."

There was a brief pause for what Druff assumed to be the wolf refreshing his air supply. It also sounded more and more to the tiger as if the wallet and parking ticket were just a catalyst, and that the real source of the lupine's fury was this "Peterson" fellow and the tensions between them. He thought he vaguely remembered a black panther student named Peterson from the kinesiology department who had started - and promptly quit -one of his introductory classes. Perhaps that was the very same man.

It didn't take the wolf too long to resume his verbal onslaught.

"FUCK I JUST KNOW he'll end up finding that stupid wallet too with how things have been going... fucker's gonna ride my ass on this... AND I HAD HIM! THREE FUCKING REPS UNTIL I WAS GONNA FLOOR THAT DICK but noooooo, the damn glove has to rip and now he thinks he's the top dog..."

'Aaand, there it is...' The tiger thought to himself.. He didn't exactly feel victorious, considering the level of upset apparent in the wolf, but he was pleased that he had a certain kind of an inkling to the root cause of the wolf's extended grumbling.

The wolf finished the bottle of beer with the last swig - his third - and put the bottle down to the kitchen island. He had to wipe his muzzle afterwards to get the frothy mess off his chin.

"...unbelievable, if he thinks that he's going to get at me just like that - Jesus fucking Christ!"

Some of the mutterings that followed were in languages that Druff didn't speak. He let them pass for now.

"Better?" he nodded towards the beer bottle, arms folded over his chest.

The wolf's face was a sneer.

"No," Brian said. "No fucking way - "

"Your mood will certainly not improve if you continue like that," Druff observed.

"LIKE HOW?" the wolf yelled.

"As you are now," Druff spoke calmly despite the loud shouting from the wolf rubbing him the wrong way, admittedly so, "huffing and puffing and looking like you want to break things, while shouting and consuming alcohol."

Brian hissed.

"You got a problem with THAT?" he snorted.

The tiger's ears began to flatten.

"Yes, to the degree that you are raising your voice unnecessarily," he said. "And shouting to me without any reason whatsoever is certainly out of bounds."

The wolf growled.

"Without REASON?" he huffed. "Well you are starting to ANNOY ME WITH THIS HOLIER THAN THOU ATTITUDE!"

"That is some big words coming from someone who is angry over a dick size competition," Druff said.

Brian's eyes widened. He was obviously not taking such a comment lightly.

"THE FUCK!" the wolf shouted. "HOW DARE YOU - "

The Druff had just about had enough of such kind of behavior. He moved faster than someone of his size and age probably should have, the wolf would contemplate later, when he could think again, but for now all he had was anger and upset. The tiger's words only made him feel more angry.

But the wolf had no time for complaints. The tiger was upon him and made sure that no further words could escape from his unruly muzzle. He gagged the wolf promptly with his tongue, for it was the best instrument available to him. Druff strong paws grabbed on Brian's forearms just above his wrists to make sure that he would have little chance to try and fight the tiger off him if his bad behavior was to continue.

The reaction was immediate. His lips were pressed on a pair of very growling ones and with the tiger's tongue slipping between them. Brian's own tensed and jerked away, initially, unsure how to react to such a familiar - and pleasurable - yet unexpected intrusion. His body was overcharged with masculine aggression, and the tiger throwing sexual energy into the mix was certainly not making him feel any more level-headed.

"GRRRHHH!" the wolf growled into the surprise kiss.

The tiger pushed the wolf against the kitchen island. He used his body bluntly, brute force and weight to counter the wolf's movements by pinning him between a tiger and a hard place. Brian grunted at the sudden shift of his body, from standing freely to being manhandled by the tiger into this new position.

The tiger thrust the wolf's arms backwards and against the counter.

"Now - " panted the tiger, "you are going to shut the HELL up before I really get pissed off with you!"

He didn't allow the wolf a chance to reply this, but instead thrust his tongue back into the unexpecting wolf's mouth.

Druff could feel the wolf's entire body tense up in the moment he invaded his maw once again, especially the wrists he was still holding in his grip. He was met with a growl into the rough kiss once again, but it was different this time around. He wasn't just vocalizing his disgruntlement. The tiger definitely recognized the lustful undertones tinging the dangerous rumbles.

All the pent up frustration and anger needed to be expressed.

He smashed his tongue against Druff's forcefully inside their liplock and pushed his body to the tiger's in protest. Their eyes were still open and their gazes locked onto each other, the wolf's told of challenge and protest and anger. The tiger's were just adamant, slightly frowning, and strong. It was apparent that he wasn't going to give the wolf any leeway now that he had managed to set the tiger off, too.

No, no. The wolf had been all bark and with his comments had threatened to turn that into a bite too.

He shoved the wolf harder against the kitchen island.

"I'm not having any of that!" the Druff hissed before covering the wolf's maw again. Brian tried to move to grab him but the tiger countered this move while squeezing firmly on the wolf's wrists. The wolf struggled against the hold and pushed his hips to the tiger's, as if trying to unseat him, but to no avail. The tiger was too heavy to be simply shoved away in that manner.

The tiger took it as a challenge. Druff pressed his hips down in equal measures. There was firmness in the contact that wasn't just the masculine energy flowing overtly between them. The wolf's own excitement was slowly turning to another kind of a charge, the type that happened when these two clashed. Druff's tongue wrestled the wolf's into submission, and promptly proceeded to claim every nook and molar of that maw, running over tooth and roof and tongue like he owned the place. And right now, he did.

"Hmrrmhmhhp!" the wolf tried to respond and reassert himself with increasing force against the heavy body upon him, even with a tongue shoved down his throat.

Thus, the last step was grinding their crotches together just as the wolf seemed to collect his bearings, throwing him off again with a surge of sensation and breaking that defiant gaze to make his eyes flutter while rolling back slightly and breaking the deep growl of defiance into a reluctant moan in a few brief moments.

Good.

The tiger moved faster than he probably should be able to, and used their ongoing kiss ruthlessly as a distraction to physically manipulate - or rather manhandle - the wolf as he pleased. Brian did not have a chance to properly resist when he was spun around and pushed against the kitchen island.

And not just that. The tiger didn't simply just shove the wolf away to get rid of him, but he captured him instead. Taking a few moments to appreciate the view from the back which the sleeveless compression shirt the wolf was wearing complemented beautifully, the tiger's full weight pressed down on Brian from behind and ensured that he was not going to budge for the moment. Druff wasn't planning on giving him a moment's chance to regroup his thoughts still, and followed the curve of the canine body with his own as if glued to it, tiger laying over his bent-over catch, still grinding hips together, but deciding to use his muzzle for different effect this time around.

"You asked for physical - you're getting physical!" the tiger growled.

He snatched the wolf's neck scruff with his teeth and pulled... not hard enough to penetrate skin, but definitely enough to make the message very clear. Brian let out a deep growl that accompanied the roll of tension that went through his whole body when he had the time to truly comprehend what was going on. The tiger was on him, his paws had thrown Brian's paws up against the tabletop so that he could do nothing and his weight crashing down on the sturdy college boy's back was enough to force him to actually bend forward with all the tiger that was put on him.

The wolf had no idea why it was doing what it was to him, either... that oh so troublesome deeply hidden corner of his psyche he had a complicated love-hate relationship with that the tiger introduced him to was being tugged up slowly but surely by the heavy mass of tiger upon him. He hated how much he loved the feeling of that weight pressing down on him. The tongue sliding firmly over the skin and fur caught in the tiger's rough bite only served as the final nail in the coffin, his fingers tensing up and grinding over the table's surface as if trying to ball up into a fist but halting mid-way in the classic sheet-gripping state.

Very good.

"FffH!" Brian bit down his lip.

Druff saw it safe enough to let go of the wolf's wrists, confident in his own abilities to subdue the immediate aggression of a furious wolf, even though his body was still rife with tension... that much was evident by the fingers who were now free to slide up firmly and slowly up and down along the length of delightfully thick and muscular arms in open appreciation. He vocalized as much through his submission hold bite. It was definitely one of the bigger perks of the tiger's ongoing sexual relationship with the young wolf. That's not to say he didn't enjoy his social company in equally great measures when he wasn't being a fuming mass of cursing and petty anger. Right now he wasn't exactly delivering, but he was going to fix that soon enough.

For now, his teeth moved downwards along the curve of the lupine neck, grazing all the way, and came to rest on rounded shoulder where he wasted no time in resuming the rough bite. The wolf grunted again and his fingers scraped along the surface of the table, the tiger's precise stroke of fingers over his muscles sending numbingly pleasant sensations up his arms and down his spine.

"Oh fu - "

The tiger bit down harder and made the wolf stifle his exclamation. Druff jammed his hips against the wolf's ass at the same time. That made it very difficult to stay quiet, considering the maneuver caused Brian's very much hard cock to get sandwiched to the side of the kitchen island. It was certainly not a particularly comfy place for his genitals to be.

"No more cussing here, boy," the tiger drawled in his most dangerous and sensual voice when he moved to bite on Brian's ear.

The wolf huffed and almost whimpered at the sensation, both the physical domination, the hot breath, and the sentiment that the tiger's simple words carried. Druff's paws were still rubbing on his arms and making them flex with additional tension. It was partially a show-off and also just the natural reaction to being touched like that.

"Hah - " he wolf exclaimed somewhat breathily. "You think you can hump the angry away?"

He wanted to say - desperately so - fuck his bad mood away, and he did push his ass back to meet the tiger's steady hips in the hopes of teasing him into motion which would give some relief to his own mashed up package. The tiger noticed this reciprocation, which had the effect of pushing his own erection closely into the crack of the wolf's ass. Only the silk of his robe and the relatively thin cloth of Brian's gym shorts separate hot skin from skin. The intense body heat was evident nonetheless and invited more contact, and further movement from both of them.

"I know what I'm doing," the tiger replied to the wolf's teasing words.

Helplessly pinned against the remarkably domestic object that was the tiger's kitchen table, Brian had to agree. In a space of a few seconds the tiger had made him go from raving mad to crazy with growing lust. He was still angry with the whole gym embarrassment situation and the loss of his wallet and somewhat pissed off with the tiger too for playing evil tricks on him, but most of all he was getting very horny. That was hardly new to the wolf. His hormones could easily wreak havoc with him and the tiger knew just how to incite that.

"Hrmhmhph!"

Usually during their sexcapades Brian made sure to let the tiger know through various gestures of defiance he wasn't getting anything for free and that if he let up he'd promptly have the tables turned on him, but this time the Druff had him such a firm and complete hold on him that he couldn't move much, let alone mount resistance or protest.

The tiger wasn't allowing him to.

All he could do was grunt and growl in apparent annoyance while his hips were seemingly moving on their own to meet his captor's movements from time to time. He still had the presence of mind not to give Druff the satisfaction, of having the wolf go limp under him...although he was pretty sure he planned to take it soon enough. The wolf's muscles tensed and his body pushed back to at least attempt conveying he wasn't someone to be fucked with, even if you were dryfucking that very person.

Oh crap.

Druff seemed to enjoy the little show of strength, judging from the purrs vibrating out from his chest. He always enjoyed the feeling of a powerful body working with him, exerting energy and driving heated contact. Especially when he was in such a domineering position, and he made it even more so as well when he leaned further down and made the wolf bend even more.

"Huh..."

Strong paws held onto Brian's arms still. The padded wolf paws slid further along the smooth, perfectly clean surface and then went over it when the wolf was pushed across the tabletop. The grumbling lupine' s chest made contact with the cold, polished stone.

The tiger purred victoriously and began to lick on Brian's ears. The wolf tried to droop them in defiance of the gesture but found his racing heart a more distracting a sensation for the moment.

He's got me fucking bent over like a bitch and I don't want to kick him off me...shit!

The tiger ground himself to the wolf's now very much exposed rump and continued to grumble and minister his own kind of tough love on the college hunk in question. Brian could feel the sound as much as he heard it, chest to back in firm contact that he couldn't break. Every squirm brought the tiger along with him. It was as if he was using the wolf as a surfboard that was riding along the heavy waves that'd been brought on by the typhoon that was one gym cat Peterson and his boastful ways.

Brian almost laughed aloud at the mental image. The tiger's weird sense of humor had made a bigger impression on him than he had realized before, he thought, somewhat vaguely since his central nervous system was getting increasingly busy with other things.

One such a nuisance were the tiger's paws. He appeared confident that the wolf wasn't going to try an immediate escape or punch him, for that matter, and now Druff decided that he was free to do some more further...calming down.

"I bet you don't let anyone called Petersen do this..." the tiger growled when he put his paws onto the wolf's down-slung shoulders.

The suggestive mention of his main agitant caused a wave of tension to roll through the wolf's body and a surge of force to meet Druff's own body, which was ultimately subdued by the tiger's bulk. Perhaps it was what Druff was fishing for, considering how much he loved to feel a strong body work closely against his own in the charged intertwining of masculinity and sensuality. In that the tiger was a master, despite the wolf's continued displeasure in admitting to such feats.

Brian growled and hissed at his captor from his tempered position.

"I don't let anyone do this...". He hoped the tiger upon him would understand the meaning and weight of the growled response. "... and Petersen would be lucky if I let him shove my dick down his smug face." He added with obvious spite in his tone.

The wolf couldn't help the wince and an accompanying huff that escaped his lips when the rough hands fell onto his shoulders that were still very much sore from his earlier workout before his pride made him suppress the rest of it. It felt more like a massage than outright groping to him, but Brian was sure that the sexual element of it wasn't just in his head. The tiger's touch was charged in that way, powerful, firm and deliberate. He knew what he was doing, stoking some further fires while keeping the wolf restrained with his own body weight and his presence.

"Shhh..." the tiger shushed him after further grumbles were brought out of the wolf by those paws, "or I'll have to do some heavy lifting of my own..."

The wolf's tail bushed up at the second reminder of his ill-fated gym session. It was almost like the tiger, after heckling him for being upset about it, was trying to get a rise out of him by continuing to mention it. Brian issued an accompanying growl.

"That's not the kind of lifting - hrrhhm!"

The tiger rubbing his paws down over the curve of Brian's back was too much of a distraction for him to continue his complaining for the moment. If that wasn't enough already, Druff's hips decided to provide another round of good-natured humping that drove Brian's swollen cock to the edge of the table. That stimulation was strange and was probably not meant to feel good, but Brian couldn't help it

"Hrmhhmhm."

The tiger put his muzzle between the wolf's shoulder blades and inhaled noisily. The wolf's ears flicked back at the feeling and the sound of the tiger sniffing him. Like many of the things the tiger did to him in their sexual adventures, it made him wonder...

Why the hell are you doing that and why does it feel good?

It might have been the nuzzling motions the tiger performed while moving his nose around in the small area he was sampling scent in, or maybe it was some sort primal, deep seated part of his psyche he didn't want to understand. Whatever the case, it provided ammunition and the wolf never missed an opportunity to fire back.

With a snort and a huff, he spoke to the domineering professor.

"Figures you'd be into that, dirty old man... Sorry to disappoint you, but I showered after working out."

The tiger chuffed, and ran his paws down to the wolf's armpits. He felt the muscles on Brian's sides ripple under his fingers. Pleasure? Shock? Tension? The tiger laughed when his paws reached the wolf's hips and dug to the supple flesh.

"So I'll just make you sweaty again," Druff stated.

He sounded like he meant it and he did as much. The tiger wriggled his hips just when he pulled the wolf's shorts down, to ensure that he could do so. He felt Brian's tail swish with surprise at the sensation. A quick thrust made him feel bare fur under his own groin.

"Going commando...my, my, my..." he tut-tutted.

Another wave of tension rolled through the hapless wolf as the tiger's meaty hips struck upon the muscular globes of his now very vulnerable rear. The feeling forced a grunt out of him and he grumbled back at the tiger,

"Hmph... look who's talking...", and wiggled his upper back in what was supposed to be an attempt at shaking himself free. The motion confirmed to him what he suspected, that tiger was not wearing any under that outrageous robe. And yes, he knew...he knew from experience, on how to make such a comparison.

What has my life become?

"Some people like to wear skintight underwear or jocks while working out, I don't," the wolf continued, not really sure why he was defending his choice of attire to someone who was manhandling him into sexual submission. Then again, it was his only available way to offer any form of defiance, given that he was still pretty sore all over... and though he'd never admit it, the tiger's ministrations and blatantly domineering attitude were playing no small part in sapping away what strength remained in his limbs, as well as his general will to struggle and offer challenge to anyone who stood up to him. in such a manner.

Brian wouldn't deny it to himself, even if speaking it aloud was difficult. The wolf found strength, power and masculinity to be highly attractive and arousing, and Druff was definitely putting those qualities on display in multiple ways. Alas, Brian wasn't in a position to assert his own and challenge the tiger's for dominance currently, so backtalk was all he had for now. He didn't mind getting a bit mouthy if it could get him some results.

"Feels too constrictive, you sweat more and y-aaahhhrhghrhhhshit..." His stream of thought and words was rudely interrupted by the resounding smacking sound and momentary sting of two strong paws meeting firm, barely yielding muscle of naked wolf ass.

The tiger's grab had turned into a slap.

"Shhhh..." The tiger cooed into Brian's ear, his hands not moving from the point of impact, grabbing large handfuls of the round meaty cheeks and squeezing down hard with no small amount of appreciation... before relaxing the grip slightly and caressing in slow and measured motions, barely an inch of movement at a time.

"Wh-what are you doing now?" Brian grumbled.

The tiger's hips felt like they were glued to Brian's. The wolf could feel that the cat was remarkably aroused, too. His erect cock rubbed on the curve of his rump. If he ground himself any harder on it, Brian thought he was going to feel each individual barb soon. The thought made him push himself back, both to the paws that held his ass and the warmth of the tiger's groin.

"Exactly what you are asking for..." the tiger whispered.

Brian grumbled sensually. The press of his ass to the big paws remained constant, and the tiger played to it as well. The pads moved like fingers on piano and performed a jaunty tune using the throb of the tiger's cock as a metronome to set the rhythm. Brian almost chuffed at the perverse ideas his mind conjured.

"I didn't ask for -ahnything!" he hissed. His comments were interrupted by another rough grab on his buttocks.

"That's why you need it so bad," the tiger retorted.

Teeth nipped on Brian's ear and made him forget what he was about to say in response to the cat's earlier remark. The swat became another caress that not only felt sexy, but also soothing. The tiger might've been playing somewhat rough, but he was still intent on not hurting the wolf.

"Humph!"

"Sssshhh..." the tiger warned. "Attitude..."

"I'll show you attitude..." The wolf grumbled and flicked his ear against the tiger's muzzle when the opportunity presented itself. He knew there wasn't too much he could actually do, but it was the thought that counted.

'Ain't gonna dance your tune that easily.'

If Druff got the message, it just made him chuckle merrily into the wolf's ear and give it a slow and sensual lick along its rim and jerked his hips against that ass in a sharp stroke that made his barbs grind along those lush mounds before pressing flush with them again. The sensation made Brian clench his cheeks reflexively, which only served to massage the barbed menace making it's home between them.

The tiger rumbled triumphantly at that, hot against the ear tip he was practically chewing at by this point. The position made it even more sensual, considering that the wolf remained bent over the kitchen island and with very little fight left to him, it felt by now. The movement of his hips towards Druff's was more a wanton gesture rather than a wriggling attempt to escape from his clutches.

"Hmmmh..." he hissed into the ear he had worried for some time, and tightened his grip on the ass that was making friends with him so eagerly now..

The wolf flicked that very ear against the tiger's briefly motionless lips.

"Ain't just giving it up, pops..." the wolf grumbled, though whether he really believed his words was up to debate.

"I could have sworn..." the Druff replied.

"Hrmhmhmr..." the wolf shifted his lower body again, to continue this ultimate teasing action.

The tiger slapped down on his right hip. The spank only made him growl and huff, although the throb in his cock mimicked the sensation on the muscle that'd been newly swatted by the mischievous cat.

"Trying to beat me into submission huh?" the wolf complained.

"No."

The tiger moved his left paw from the wolf's hip to rest on the small of his back. The little push was another reminder of his strength and of his preference of having the wolf in such a position, splayed on his belly on the kitchen island and subsequently rendered so very helpless, at least visually so, with him with shorts around his ankles, ass bared, and the back of his T-shirt covered in tiger slobber and bite marks.

"Huhmp!" Brian reacted to the push and swished his tail out behind him. It raked against the tiger's arm, and made him chuckle. Perhaps it was quite that ticklish indeed. But the real reaction the wolf perceived was a feel of tugging on the cloth that touched his rear and thighs, a firm pull indeed, and suddenly it was no longer there and he felt bare fur and muscle and skin touch him, accompanied by the noise of silk falling to the floor with its subtle signature sound.

The tiger hunched over the wolf as soon as he was free of his vestments and rammed his hard cock under the wolf's tail. His chest pressed to Brian's rumbling back and his armsclenched to the wolf's sides, holding him as much as he did with his legs that pushed to the wolf's own beefy thighs. He was wrapping himself onto the college wolf's body, and marked his new territory with several leisurely humps that caused the freely leaking precum from his barbed tip to smear on the wolf's ass crack.

"Uhhhhuhmfuck..." the wolf grunted when he was so suddenly pinned down and humped, "fuck yeah..."

He could feel his cheeks heat up a little at the realization of what he had just said, but swallowed his pride for that moment. The sheer primal feel of a male doing that to him - a big, strong man, maybe not his equal in exact strength and the finesse of physique that Brian possessed thanks to his youth, but he managed to assert himself over the wolf and was now taking his rightful spoils... and weight of the tiger's body on his was unquestionably arousing.

The tiger's muzzle came down and he pushed his tongue into Brian's mouth from the corner of the wolf's muzzle. He sucked hungrily on it when it appeared and tried pushing his torso up to meet the weight of Druff's body so deliciously draped across him. The hard cock continued to throb and tease under his tail. It was very close to the most dangerous position it could reach, the tip almost poking at the forbidden dusky gates into his body.

The constant teasing touches and almost-bullseye hits were driving the wolf crazy with... dread? Possibly.

Anxiousness? Definitely.

By God...anticipation?

He couldn't really tell anymore, but it was starting to make him jittery, and he didn't like that. And he didn't like being at the tiger's mercy like this. He was well aware how it would have looked for anyone watching, or maybe for the lense of a camera recording their activities, like the tiger would occasionally tease he might do at some point - a thought that oddly aroused him, but mostly made him feel self-conscious.

Shit. He's turning me into an exhibitionist too.

"Just get it over with if you're gonna do it...hmphph!" the wolf decided to grumble out, putting on the familiar - and very safe- tough front again and tensing up his body up against the tiger. The motion also caused him to arch the small of his back and grind the handsome curve of his rear back against Druff's unyielding groin, more than figuratively sandwiching barbed tiger meat between his buns.

It made the tiger grumble and grip harder on the wolf's body.

What Brian did was a supremely slutty gesture, the wolf knew, but couldn't be bothered anymore at this point. The tiger's dominant behavior had made him feel too horny by now, and truth be told, going to the gym, with or without bastardly irritants, often made his blood...charge up to that direction. It didn't help the situation at all that the tiger knew exactly which way to push him to really make him tip over the fence and...go along with it.

Brian clenched his ass cheeks around the tiger's barbed prick hard, to really make him feel it. He knew the short coarse fur for sure to be a very stimulating sensation upon his captor's erection.

"Hmm..tease," the tiger huffed to the wolf's scruff.

"Pfffhh..." Brian bit his lip. He tried his hardest not to say anything in reply. That'd be admitting defeat in his mind, and he didn't want to do that just yet. But...he did know the state of affairs.

Oh well. If he was gonna get dicked, he might as well coax things along, even without making himself come off as a total bitch boy in heat. He knew he was getting a reaction out of the big cat by how his hips jerked erratically a few times and... yes... he felt the first drops of liquid leak onto his upturned rump. At least it'll go a bit easier, the wolf thought wryly while he worked his ample glutes rhythmically around the shaft spreading them apart, trying to milk out some more of the pre to make things easier for himself. He got the feeling that things could get rough, once the tiger had had enough of their mutual teasing.

The tiger throbbed and pulsed alright, but maintained his humping action while he nuzzled the wolf's neck and massaged the wolf's sweaty sides. The shirt was little hindrance to that. Brian found it oddly sexual, in a way, the fact that the tiger was entirely naked and he was spread over the table in his muscle shirt and with his shorts around his ankles. It looked and felt exactly the way it was - the tiger had just pushed him down on the table and then tugged off his clothing, just enough to expose his rump. He was even wearing his trainers on his footpaws.

Fuck. I'll never be able to eat anything off this table again without popping a bone.

The tiger's musky member continued the intent pumping on his ass crack. Brian wondered just how long he'd dare to go at it. He knew the tiger's stamina wasn't endless. The idea of having Druff spurt splatches of musky cum over his back and all over his ass was thrilling in all of its illicit sensuality, and it would spare him the breathless ordeal of taking a rather thick piece of barbed meat up his ass... though he wasn't sure his own dick was on the same page on the issue given how it pulsed at the thought. Maybe having its base pressed firmly to the edge of the table made him harder...just maybe. He wasn't even sure if it was possible to grow harder anymore.

It also made his secretive, little hole clench in tune, something he was sure the tiger could feel against the underside of his cock - he was that firmly ground up against the wolf.

And he shivered as he felt the first hints of slimy pre trickling down his invaded crack and over his hole. The feeling made him shiver with its profound lewdness... another man's sexual fluids running over his forbidden entrance... marking him... preparing him... It set his fur on edge and made his knotted shaft do some marking of its own over the once innocent kitchen table.

"Grrrhn..." The wolf vocalized his slipping composure through bared gritted teeth.

Druff wrapped his arms around the grumbling wolf. He slowed down his thrusts for a moment, but still continued to maintain a good amount of sensual, erotic pressure on his playful captive.

"I know you won't say it..." the tiger stated, in a low grumble into the wolf's ear. "But I know..."

The wolf was unable to hold back the shiver that ensued from the tiger's declaration. It was an incredibly erotic thing that the Druff just said. He fell still under the tiger's body. It was subconscious, perhaps, nothing he would dare to think or talk about, but his physical reaction to his impending doom was clear.

The tiger moved in for the kill, and there was no mistaking just what he was about to do.

Druff knew that the wolf wasn't going to shy away now, he was ready for the inevitable the tiger had deemed would happen. Brian offered no resistance, physical or mental, even if a rough 'hngh!' came out of his throat when he felt the tiger adjust his hips...and go for it.

"Uh..."

The rest of his body's reactions were a mixed bag. While he was incredibly horny and wanted it to happen, just a few oozing drops of tiger pre were not much in the way of lubrication. The Druff wasn't exactly small when it came to his endowment. He'd already shown remarkable restraint in his actions but right now he was jamming that dick of his under the wolf's bushy tail...with no more questions asked.

The tiger grumbled at the feeling of the wolf's hole gnawing on his tip. The wolf made little sound, and they too were constrained, muffled like he was getting dicked in the mouth and not up his ass. The tiger prodded and poked and kept his hips still, not giving away even a twelfth of an inch of the deep, secret territory that he was claiming from the college wolf under him.

Brian pulled his elbows close to his body, for extra support while his paws grabbed onto the edge of the table. The increasing muscular tension in his torso spread towards his rear as well and made his ass cheeks clench down, not to mention his hole that the tiger plundered with obvious glee.

"Ouffff..."

The Druff adjusted his position a little so that he wasn't putting all of his weight down on the wolf. He needed more space so that he could put his paws properly on Brian's body again. Their pressing and stroking action served to alleviate some of the tension that was making the wolf's hole feel extra tight around his shaft.

It was no wonder that he was so puckered up. The barbed menace continued to burrow into him and created more work for Druff's paws, more muscle tension to defuse with the massage he continued even through the sensual slither of his tongue against the wolf's by now newly sweaty neck.

It felt strange to the wolf, the way Druff could almost perfectly anticipate where his body would involuntarily stiffen and tense up in reaction to the very much rough invasion of his body. He didn't like what the thought implied, that the tiger was so used to bending him over that he knew how his body would react to it, out of habit. Brian chuffed mentally at that and decided to just go with the conclusion that the tiger was extremely observant, experienced, and attentive to whatever his partner was feeling at each time.

With hips almost still but not quite, barbed prick sinking in deeper slowly but surely and insistently like a mighty glacier towards the inevitability of hilting, the tiger made that burn and the pleasurable tingling from his paws upon the expanse of the lupine's tense muscles meld together into one dizzying mass of shifting sensation that quite simply made the captured hunk see stars, at least figuratively so, when he squeezed his eyes tightly closed.

Worst of all, the few moments he could collect his thoughts and separate the sensations assaulting his senses, he found that he actually liked the burn in his rear brought on by the rough and steady conquering of his beefy rear and had to grit his teeth in a grimace to keep himself from growling out enthusiastic expletives to encourage the tiger to just...ram it in as deep as it would go. While that felt like a thing that'd probably be fun to happen and it was likely inevitable, he still didn't want to get too outspoken about his desire for some big hard barbed cock at this point. He still had a reputation to protect...sort of...at least in that deep, guilty little part of his brain that suggested that anyone could see him walking funny after his bouts of sex with the tiger.

It felt like there was a real chance of that occurring this time around. The tiger hadn't spent very much time preparing him for the event, which meant - and Brian knew it already - that it was going to be rough. But on a particular level, that made it even more erotic. Hell, he even still had his shorts around his ankles while the tiger continued to jam more inches into his ass. The tiger hadn't even bothered to wait for him to get properly undressed, he was that intent on getting what he wanted.

It made the huffing and puffing wolf feel a kind of a pride, he had to admit, that his ass could drive the tiger so crazy that he wouldn't wait another five seconds for the chance to dip his spear into its hot depths.

He was doing just that. The twitching, thick tool pumped more pre-cum into Brian's hole and lubed up the way for the little, barely there thrusts that he was applying to spread him open good.

"Ngh!"

The wolf huffed and grumbled. The tiger massaged his ass in and out, with his paws and his shaft making it way deep. The wolf clasped the edge of the kitchen table even harder. He wondered if he was going to find claw marks there later on. His ass would probably feel like that once the tiger was done with him. The barbs were a lot to take even on a good day. The daddy tiger gave him a heavy delivery of them.

"Uphhh..."

It was at most a few minutes, but by the time Druff's hips met flush with his rounded cheeks, the wolf felt as if a few hours already went by. The burn in his ass from the mostly dry surprise entry was still there, a dull pulsing reminder of the fact he was literally just bent over and fucked roughly over the table.

The bead of pre forming at his tip could've been from either that knowledge or simply the full feeling of being stretched and properly filled with his extra sensitive insides massaged by those evil barbs.

Unffffff.

Whatever the cause, he felt full and just a little uncomfortable still from the rough and punishing entry that seemed to be the Druffessor's own special brand of attitude correction... and was thus grateful the tiger allowed him some time to adjust. The man on top of him stilled to be completely so, pressing his stomach and chest down upon the tapering expanse of the wolf's muscular back, extracting enjoyment from even that simple act by landing slightly south so he had to grind upwards, strong body against strong body, to bring his muzzle to his captive's ear and briefly blow warm air over it before half-whispering in a deliberately low and gravely voice tinged with quite obvious lust and arousal - along with victorious pride,

"Mine..."

The shiver washing down the wolf's spine was felt by the tiger covering him and was answered by a pleased rumble before he started nipping at the tip of Brian's ear again and pressed his groin that much harder against those barely yielding rounded cushions of ass and made his barbed lance prod and poke the depths of that newly conquered tunnel.

Brian was almost ashamed to feel so conflicted about what he felt when the tiger said such a thing - he was a big, proud man, and having someone say something like that certainly had the potential to rub him off the wrong way. But coming from this particular tiger, he decided that he could tolerate it, at least on a moment like this. The tiger was barely giving him a choice at this point, but Brian knew that the tiger would've never been able to do something like that against the wolf's will... and the implications of that fact made the moment feel so much dirtier and more erotic to him.

"Unff..." he hissed between his tight lips.

The tiger's paws moved slightly higher from where they were for the moment, releasing Brian's skewered butt and going for the lower back that continued to ripple with waves of tension. Perhaps it was the sex, or the continued upset from his earlier misadventures, or just...just the fact that he was in an awkward position to begin with.

Thumbs pressed into tense muscle and at the same time hips moved incrementally so, to draw himself out, an inch, maybe, the wolf didn't know, his ass didn't have a depth gauge attached, but what he knew is that he felt it.

"Ff-fuck..."

His prostate was surely on the way of the cock that slipped back and forth, so damn slowly. The tiger was definitely taking his time...a leisurely pace with a lot of attention paid to what he did with his paws, rather than with his dick. It was like he'd gone back to his earlier massage routine, instead of just pounding away at the ass he had plundered. He had some wicked stamina...or self control at least. Brian wanted to give him a compliment afterwards but wasn't sure he knew just how someone said something nice about another man's penis without it sounding weird.

And the tiger had a big tolerance for weird, such as performing rude and strange sex acts on unsuspecting post-grad wolves who just wanted something to drink and a patient ear to explosively vent all that frustration to. Sure they'd probably end up having sex at some point because that was what they both liked to do, but this was... an unexpected combination of the things he thought would happen.

What happened really, now, were the tiger's thrusts that were growing more insistent. The tiger used more of his considerable length, though the thickness was what really made it a breathtaking experience for him. Maybe the very posture did something to make it feel especially deep, the way that cock ploughed back and forth through his gripping asshole. Having his own dick pressed to the edge of the table was an odd bit of stimulation to join with the rest of it all.

The young stud was out of it with pleasure.

The pace wasn't anything too fast, but it was hard, deep and intense... making Druff's strong hips impact the wolf's meaty springy cheeks with enough force to produce loud smacking sounds and squash them with his groin, forcing the breath from his lungs out with every decadent stroke. The tiger seemingly took control of his breathing through the not so sublime power of his fucking, Brian's breath coming out in ragged half-moans, half-gasps in perfect rhythm to the tiger's humping. Every deep hump to the hilt forced the sounds out of the muzzle that was hanging half-agape in sexual stupor.

"Uh...ah..."

Coupled with the strong hands working and kneading through the knots and tension in his shoulders and upper back, the stroke of the tiger's paws in perfect synch with the stroke of his hips, slow, measured and intense, made him grateful that he was bent in half over the table so it could support his weight. The pounding was so heavy... so demanding... so deep and so GOOD that, coupled with the highly pleasurable sensations of Druff's working fingers, made his legs buckle, feeling like jelly, far too weak now to support his weight were he to attempt to stand, he felt like. They were turning to putty, much like the rest of his body, under the masterful precision treatment the tiger was giving him.

In a fleeting moment of clarity in the haze of pleasure he thought he should be taking notes on how to fuck someone out of their mind like this... but that thought was quickly washed away by the next few stroked of thick barbed tiger dick through the quivering vice-like grip of his tunnel, like lines in the sand washed away by the waves of the sea.

Maybe the tiger could teach him a special class with a guest bottom between them.

The wolf's pouty entrance and insides weren't exempt from the influence of this odd kind of physical therapy, Druff noted with glee, as the previously rough thrusts that required some force to facilitate grew significantly smoother and easier. He was aided as well by the constant trickle of pre that now coated most of the impaled tunnel until there was nothing but the exquisite pleasure of the wolf's gripping tightness and the highly arousing feeling of his hips colliding with a pair of firm and substantial globes of muscle that barely yielded under his force for him to enjoy.

Yup. The wolf could tell that the tiger was enjoying the shape of his ass. He'd always been very proud of his body and form and this was just another...interesting way to put all that physique into good use. Brian was sure that a lesser man would not be able to take what the tiger dished out to him. The Professor fucked him with literal ball-slapping thrusts. The older male was working his body into a good drive, pumping away in the muscled stud ass with determination. It was incredibly noisy and probably was gonna be messy too once he had had his fill and spewed his cum inside the wolf's ass.

Brian thought he could feel his insides coil at the very thought of receiving the tiger's seed again. It made him feel slutty and smutty when it happened, but he could handle it, just like he could handle the actual physical pressure of being pounded in the can. Little twinks shouldn't bother applying when it came to trying to pleasure the tiger. The academic cat needed some big, real men to sate his dirty desires. That too was a thrilling thought, the fact that he had been picked out of anyone the tiger could have...or everyone who wanted him. Sometimes it sounded like the tiger might need a broom to shoo some of the more eager hopefuls away.

Perhaps it was appropriate that it felt like someone was ramming a broomstick up his ass, Brian thought, vaguely, when his brain was rather more concerned with things other than making rude comparisons. Swinging tiger balls banging and bumping on his own drove in the message to a pointed effect. That was a big bad cat banging away on vulnerable wolf assets.

' At least it's quality construction assets with solid material.' The wolf thought to himself before almost chuckling at the places and things his mind wandered to when he was getting it up the ass hard from his...very special friend? Mentor? Lover? Regular booty call with frequent redials by the randy tiger who'd gotten a taste for young wolf meat?

Whatever they were to one another, he knew that the musings were just a distraction mechanism from the heavy pounding that would make his teeth rattle if Druff put any more force into the swing of his hips.

The pace was still as slow and steady as on the first thrust, but any discomfort brought by the rough and dry entry was gone by this point, replaced by nothing but the moving feeling of fullness that was milking his poor prostate and massaging his wildly throbbing manhood from the inside, and the pure and unadulterated pleasure that it brought along with it.

But it was still agonizingly slow, almost punishingly so. As if the pleasure wracking his body and leaving him a drooling mess on the kitchen table was a punishment in and of itself in its refusal to give him more; like dangling the juiciest steak imaginable in front of a starving man while only granting small bites here and there - such were the jolts of pleasure the thick hard pole of barbed masculine flesh was inflicting upon him, demanding of him to beg for more. More dick. Harder. Deeper. Faster.

The wolf wouldn't beg, of course he wouldn't, at least not aloud, even if the tiger was possibly awaiting for it. It was against his nature, and even in the deepest depths of pleasure-addled stupor he wouldn't allow himself to vocalize such things. But he would be lying if he said the maddeningly slow glide of barbed tiger cock through his wantonly quivering hole and the strong fingers firmly kneading through his tense muscles, melting the knots away and turning him into a panting drooling mess with legs too weak to stand on, weren't eroding his self-control as mercilessly as his tight depths and lush supple rear were being claimed and taken by the tiger on top of him for his own pleasure, as well as punishment for the wolf's unruly behavior.

And so he compromised with himself, arching the small of his back as much as he could in that supremely slutty way that would grind his cheeks against the tiger's crotch and churn that devilish poker in his tunnel, making the barbs scrape against his sensitive walls juuuust right.

You wanna fuck? Let me show you how I fffffffuck -

"Grrrhhhhhrh..." his mouth vocalized through clenched teeth while much more wanton and enthusiastic expletives rang through the wolf's mind as his knotted shaft throbbed and twitched dangerously, making the pool of pre that was fucked out of him during this incredibly heated and lustful impromptu fuck trickle down over the edge and onto the floor. He knew a much larger and gooier mess would soon be pounded out of him onto that table with how intense the pleasure running through him was becoming. He'd had it happen before...maybe once...but this felt like it might become the fabled seconds.

But still he wouldn't beg or moan like a slut in heat. He would grunt and he would growl and he would take it like a man, because that's how a real man acted. He would talk with his body and use his inner muscles to massage the prick spearing him and push back against the hips tenderizing his ass to make it clear he could take whatever Druff could dish out while taking his own enjoyment out of his position without shame.

His lost wallet didn't matter, Peterson and his smug face didn't matter, even the extra annoying ticket didn't matter. All that was important now was the barbed lance pummeling his ass into submission and hammering all that frustration out of his system with every stroke while replacing it feelings of fullness and sexual heat and satisfaction, and the firm yet gentle paws upon his body that were working the physical tension and strain out of his muscles and left nothing but pleasant tingling in their wake so utterly relaxing and pleasant.

The two contrasting assaults of sensation pulling at the wolf's pleasure-addled mind truly gave him no chance in this particular entanglement with his prolific partner. The tiger had played him from the moment he stepped into his apartment, huffing and puffing. Now he was doing the same but for very different reasons. It was oddly cathartic, even though Brian did think that he should grumble to the tiger a bit afterwards. At the moment he was too busy keeping himself from moaning out too loudly. He might be taking it in the butt like a bitch but he wasn't about to sound like one.

"Gruh...fuck...ff..."

The tiger bit down on the wolf's scruff and yanked his jaws from side to side roughly. Brian grunted roughly at the feel, pain and strange submissive pleasure that came from having a dominant male taking a real mating hold of you.

"FUHK!"

It was a huff come groan and the tiger slammed into him again and again. He was definitely ramping up speed by now, as if he knew that the wolf was getting very close to popping. There were any number of cues he could have been relying on to make such an assumption, but the most likely one was the mad clenching of his asshole around his shaft. The amount of rear-pounding action would've been enough to wear out even the most experienced bottom, let alone an occasional one like Brian and his infamous derriere now getting the Druff treatment.

In retrospect - or hindsight as was appropriate - it wasn't exactly paws free but extremely close to it. The kitchen island wasn't a gentle, soft lover by any means, but having his cock slap repeatedly against the side of it did provide an extra cadence. It kept that part of his body stimulated, even if in such a peripheral manner. Most of it was still the internal milking, pounding action of the tiger's cock and the stroke of his body on him.

He was suspended in time and space for a single breathless moment and then he was cumming - not the usual explosive burning ball-tingling climax that he associated with sex most of the time, but the more strange, internal, buzzing way that accompanied anal buggery in the recipient position.

That didn't make it bad. It just made it different and it made him stand up on his tiptoes to force the tiger even deeper into him just when he clenched and burnt and his insides created amazing amounts of pressure around the tiger's shaft. In a sense he was now using the tiger for his own pleasure, considering that his presence in his ass helped his muscles work out the obscure mechanisms that were responsible for pumping out his cum to the tiger's fine kitchen floor. It felt like it kept going for more than it probably should, with the associated glow spreading throughout the huffing wolf's body.

And it wasn't like the tiger had any intention of stopping for it. He kept thrusting with no pause despite the wolf's newly tightened insides. The Druff was putting all the pre-cum into very good use with the humping that ensued throughout Brian's throes of pleasure.

The wolf's orgasmic rapture could be seen as well as felt, with his paws grabbing at nonexistent sheets on the table top, and the subtle writhing motions of his upper body as more and more waves of pleasure were pushed through his body with unrelenting thrusts - and Druff drank it all in with hungry eyes and rumbled in satisfaction and lust. It even felt like he was pressing even more of his weight down on the wolf, to drive the message truly home.

For sure, watching a big strong man reduced to a incoherent drooling mess, and the knowledge that it was his doing, did wonders for Druff's libido. And it translated into his actions. The pace of his humping grew faster and heavier by the second, pounding at that desperately spasming tunnel with abandon.

He reduced the wolf to a pleasure-addled state and pounded the release out of him. He had worked to burn the excess negative energy and pent up frustration from Brian's system.

Now it was his turn to get some special wolf treats and give the lupine a feline, too.

"Humphhhh - "

He wouldn't have been able to control himself in the massaging vice-like grip of a hunk's tight hole in the throes of orgasm much longer anyways. And so he made sure the wolf would be feeling a different kind of burn tomorrow by ruthlessly jackhammering for those last few sweet moments of the home stretch with all his force, his churning balls smacking the wolf's by now mostly spent pair, until he pounded one last hump against those springy cheeks, buried himself as deep as he would go and just let himself explode into the wonderfully warm depths of a properly pounded and conquered college hunk ass.

His thick hot spunk flooded the wolf's depths and coated his inner walls as the man seeding him wound his arms around Brian and held him tight, the way someone would on such a moment when he wanted to be as close to him as he possibly could.

Druff's mating bite grew rougher and more wet as he claimed his prize, clamping down harder as waves of pleasure washed through him. Never hard enough to draw blood, but definitely hard enough to make the wolf feel it. It was a an alien sensation still, but contributed to the pleasure that was to be had and shared.

Yes.

The tiger growled deeply into the bitten shoulder as he emptied himself, tongue pressing down onto fur and skin to taste his prey more thoroughly.

His growl was echoed by Brian's own, his mostly spent cock bouncing with a slight second wind upon feeling the liquid warmth flood into him in combination with the stinging sensation upon his chomped shoulder. It was odd to feel the tiger's orgasm like that, with his own subsiding and his body still singing away with the aftereffects, and the tiger was still doing his thing

The big, hard cock throbbing and jerking against his super-sensitive post-orgasmic prostate was one thing, but to feel some of the cat's cum escape the confines of his overflowing ass and dribble down to his balls was truly something to make Brian's ears heat up. That was about as thorough as a breeding could ever get, marking him not only from the inside but the outside as well without really intending to.

What a goddamn stud cat, the wolf thought to himself, but knew that he'd only be able to say such a compliment to the tiger in the form of a joke.

His neck started to feel wet from the amount of slobbering and panting the Druff did, soon. Yet it was still surprisingly comfortable, even if the hard stone wasn't the cosiest surface to rest on for the afterglow of the sex.

"Hmmmph...Christ..." the wolf uttered out eventually in ragged breaths.

The tiger on top of him didn't even stir. He remained immobile and solid as ever, resting on his mount with satisfied purring going through his weighty form and directly into Brian's very much sweat-soaked and musky shirt. That was bound to make the contact of their bodies sticky very soon, he thought.

"Feeling better now?" was what the tiger said.

"The wolf was still breathless, trying to catch his breath and panting against the surface of the table. He was still out of it with post-orgasmic bliss and the tingle of continued static pressure against his prostate, but still had the presence of mind to put up an attitude. Heralded by a somewhat weak snort, he replied,

"Why don't you ask... your floor and table... dirty old man..."

Brian's hole clenched reflexively a couple of times at the thought of the mess that was just fucked out of him, and wondered if the tiger would make him clean it up. He had a few ideas about how the tiger might tell him to do that, and the way the cat began to groom his neck with his tongue certainly gave him a particular idea.

"Hmmh..." the tiger opined while sniffling on the wolf's neck sensually, "They've seen worse..."

Brian had to wonder just how much...'worse' things really could get, and whether his poor ass might survive such a turn for the sinister side.

"Pffft." The wolf exclaimed. "This table wishes it got hotter than me on top of it." It was true, he had to admit. He was indeed in much higher spirits than he was upon his arrival.

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