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Jamie was in such a mood that he couldn't help but plan a little ambush. Though with powers like his, he hardly even had to plan. It was so easy it almost felt like cheating. He stood awaiting Ambrose's arrival home, somewhere he was sure to see the curvy girlyboi waiting for him, looming there on the banister. Ready at any moment to spring his trap.

If it could be called that. When he laid eyes on the tall, lynx-eared stud, he did everything he could to get his attention.

"Hey, big guy!" he teased, going so far as to wave his arms above his head as if it were possible to miss a grinning, amber-eyed fellow balanced on the railing.

Ambrose just offered a small smirk in response, stopping to just place his hands on his hips. Such a pose emphasized his muscle nicely – but then, so did any pose.

"Oh hello Jamie. Up to no good, are we?"

Before he even finished asking the question, he found himself speaking to a tumbling pile of clothes that contained little more than a puff of air. They flopped down on the stairs, and a very naked Jamie pressed his face right up against Ambrose's chest, standing up on his toes just to reach high enough. His grin he was wearing was even broader than before.

"Whyever would you say that?"

Not to be outdone in the mischief department, Ambrose just slipped his hand down and took a hefty grope of Jamie's newly bare booty. A deep, strong enough embrace to make him squeak in surprise. That half-lynx was strong. Much more so than him. But he was still wearing that warm, welcoming smirk as he fondly gazed down at the bright-eyed smoothie.

"You know, you don't actually have to teleport everywhere you go. That was like two steps. You could have easily walked," he mused, adding a second hand to the all-encompassing butt squeeze that nearly took Jamie right off his feet.

"Sounds like someone's jealous of my bamfing!" Jamie stuck his tongue out, though he couldn't tease for long. He ended up just pressing a little closer, running his fingers across the details of Ambrose' chest muscles.

Ambrose picked up on that feeling and threw an arm over his shoulders. Jamie was right about to close in for the hug he expected, but instead found himself caught up in a headlock. He was smished snugly beneath the demilynx's muscled arm, unable to tug himself out of that iron grip no matter how much he tried. A solid flex, and he easily mussed up Jamie's smooth hair, tossing it all about as he tussled it with his whole hand.

"Let's see you teleport out of this one." He gave a chuckle.

"I mean, I totally could. But, mmm, I don't think I want to. You smell nice."

"Something's got you in a mood today. And I don't mind at all."

Ambrose scooped Jamie right up once he released that brief teasing hold, and just carried him right off with ease. He pushed the door to the bedroom open with his shoulder, making a steady beeline towards the bed. Before he got there, he just stopped short, and tipped his head down to his bright-eyed partner. They gazed at each other a while, caught up in an affectionate silence, before Ambrose broke it with a lunging kiss. One that locked their lips together tightly, sealing them in a slick, suckling smooch, and left the two of them swallowing each other's moans from the source.

A moment later, and their tongues were duelling. Maintaining a hint of their owners' playfully competitive nature as they rubbed and smeared against one another, jostling for position on top of each other. When Ambrose had enough, he just pulled back, parting from Jamie's lips with a little pop and a fleck of saliva. They gazed into each other's eyes for a little longer, before another smirk curled Ambrose's lip.

Jamie recognized that look but he didn't have any time to properly prepare himself before he was sailing towards the ceiling. Ambrose simply tossed him, giving him a massive heft with his powerful arms. Before he could collide with the light fixture, Jamie blinked away and instead reappeared sprawled out on the bed with a slightly rattled expression. Which just made Ambrose grin broadly.

"You could break something!" Jamie fussed.

"Oh, you were definitely ready. I've tossed you around enough to know that." He spoke as he began unclasping his belt, and pulling his shirt up over his head, showing off the bulk and tone of his upper half. "But speaking of getting ready ... "

That was all he needed to say to elicit a distinct change in Jamie's demeanour. The look in his eyes became brighter, more intense. His playful smile became instead a seductive smirk. And then an even more lustful look spread across his face as Ambrose brought his impressive girth to the open air. It had been what he was obviously after ever since teleporting right out of his clothes, but actually laying eyes on it was enough to give him a brief, excited pause. His own arousal thickening and filling out to its full length was his only movement.

"Let's ... let's get you warmed up, yeah. Good idea." Jamie's voice was much softer, diminishing to a mere murmur as he rolled himself over onto his belly.

Ambrose didn't need to say anything else. Jamie knew exactly what he needed. He got his hands involved, cupping at those hefty demilynx balls before him, letting them jiggle in his palm as he massaged. Closer, warmer, kissing his way down a set of solid abs until he was pushing his nose right into his partner's loins. Then a lick, a smooth, swift drag of tongue across his warm skin. Lower and lower, finally flicking across the base of Ambrose's growing shaft. Giving it just a few wet teases, stroking from the bottom all the way towards the tip. And of course, he was generous with those slurps, growing noisier as the taste of his lover's lust made his mouth water.

He gave a glance upwards, sharing an intoxicated gaze, and then went right back down on him. Ambrose's cock was by then fully engorged, giving an impressive pulse as Jamie rubbed his cheek right up against its length. Letting it slickly mark his skin in just a few dabs of shiny pre. Bringing a heated breath from Ambrose above as he bit his lip in pleasure. He brushed his fingers through Jamie's silky hair by way of encouragement. Though what came next was going to require more than just a little reassurance.

"What's got you hesitating, cinnaboy?" Ambrose quietly teased, his voice lower and slower as the bright-eyed cutie pleasured him.

"Nothing," Jamie insisted, in between generous applications of his tongue, flicking back and forth along the fat head of Ambrose's shaft.

"I know you can't take it all, but you know how much I appreciate your best efforts. Always trying your hardest to please me despite your own limits." His tone was playful, certainly not mocking, but Jamie couldn't resist taking it like a challenge.

"I'll show you best effort!" he declared, whether it was logical or not.

"Jamie, please, don't choke yourself just to prove – mmnh, oh, those lips."

Ambrose didn't finish, interrupted by his own little growl of delight, almost a purr, once he felt those soft lips eagerly working their way down his length. Squeezing, squishing, kneading every detail. Letting no vein remain unslurped, slathering every single detail he could get his tongue upon. And most of all, taking it inside. Deeper, deeper. Over the crest of his tongue and towards his throat. Inch after inch until he was outright swallowing it. And only gagging a little.

Still, Ambrose had to give an insistent tug on Jamie's hair when he felt that shudder, that strain as the smaller male struggled with that much cock in his mouth. His efforts to take it all were valiant, having gone well past the halfway point, but he couldn't enjoy it if he knew Jamie was straining himself just for the sake of impressing him. When Jamie refused to pull back right away, Ambrose just had to insist, pulling on his hair with his whole fist instead of just his fingers. Eventually the slim male relented, settling on just sucking the tip of Ambrose's cock with frustrated enthusiasm.

"Jamie, you know you can't take it all. It doesn't mean your mouth doesn't feel amazing on my cock." He beamed down at him, watching those rapid suckles drain him of any juicy pre he had on offer.

He knew well what an effect such teasing had on Jamie, and he saw it taking hold in moments. The boi slipped slowly from Ambrose's inches, taking his time in pulling off, dragging his tongue all the while. Drooling just a bit. He smacked his lips and gave a defiant glare up at the tall half-lynx stud. Who couldn't help but smile when he saw just how serious an expression was being cast his way.

"I'll show you what I can take!" he huffed, rising up on his knees and wrapping his arms tightly around Ambrose's shoulders. He gave a tug which completely failed to budge that solid wall of muscle, so he was just going to have to cheat.

As much as Ambrose saw it coming, he still was slightly staggered by the sudden impact. Jamie popped right out of existence before his eyes, or at least it seemed like he did. He lunged onto the stud's back, a pounce worthy of a lynx. In a moment, he was a smooth, horny backpack, clinging to Ambrose's shoulders, trying to force him down onto the bed. Which didn't in him going anywhere, accomplishing little more than making the demilynx just rock slowly on his heels before he caught his balance again. But the effort was noble, at least.

"Oh, down? Is that where you want me? You could have said so!"

Jamie huffed. "That's not as fun. You know, I almost thought that would work. But you're way too strong for your own good, jeez."

"Aww, well let's say it worked." Ambrose slowly lowered himself down onto the bed, stretching to his full height, toes still dangling off the end. He was still supporting the whole of Jamie's weight all the way down, and took him right along, leaving him sprawled across his lover's back, clinging to his shoulders.

"No, but... on your back," Jamie insisted.

Ambrose chuckled. "Awfully demanding! But very well."

He gave Jamie a little push and began to turn. That of course meant he was displaying the full spire of his firm shaft, idly pulsing away despite its owners nonchalance. Ambrose could be as playful as he liked, but he couldn't deny what a good job Jamie had done in warming him up, in teasing and tempting him into that immense firmness he was sporting. Glistening with spit, while a generous bead of pre slipped slowly down its length, highlighting its wetness. Slickly lubing it up for him, at least somewhat.

Good enough for Jamie. He crawled right into Ambrose's lap and simply planted his hands firm on those solid pecs. Giving a bit of a squeeze. His huffiness vanished in favour of just casting a loving gaze down into those warm, feline eyes. In return he got a soft smile, and they simply stayed like that a while. Basking in each other's presence, in the warmth they shared. The sensation and sound of their skin pressing together. The scent of arousal gently wafting between them. And then Jamie just went right ahead and sat down on a big fat demilynx dick, not so distracted by affection that he was going to forget he had something to prove.

It didn't push inside on the first attempt, but a few more slow, slick grinds and Ambrose was giving a grunt as he popped right inside that smooth, round rump. Jamie gave a breathy gasp, briefly closing his eyes, biting his lower lip. But he was quickly comfortable, warmly sliding down his lover's lusty length, feeling it stuffing him full until it was nearly bulging in his belly. Not quite, but he was well filled with hefty demilynx cock, feeling it stroking, stimulating him until he was dripping hotly across Ambrose's taut abs. Making a mess of them both before he even hit the bottom. And he wasn't stopping until he did.

Even if it took him some time, he was determined to take that entire member. To push every single inch between his cheeks, to feel Ambrose's balls against his butt and bounce upon them until he'd made his point. As if he still had anything to prove to someone who looked at him with such adoration. But he couldn't drop a challenge once he'd accepted it. Even if Ambrose hadn't even called it that. He just relaxed, breathing sharply, even letting slip a few soft whimpers as he adjusted to the size he was accommodating. And his musical moan was his note of triumph once he was sitting upon his partner's sack, giving those nuts a generous jostle as he bounced his booty down upon them.

"Told ya..." he panted, brokenly.

"I never doubted you," Ambrose assured, reaching up to stroke fondly up and down one of Jamie's hips. "Of course, you've only proven you can take it. The question remains. Can you possibly manage to ride it?"

As much as Jamie was still adjusting to filling himself with every single inch, sitting right upon it and feeling Ambrose's rapid heartbeat throbbing right up to his bulging tip, he couldn't resist. Another challenge. It almost wasn't fair. Ambrose knew exactly what sort of effect that would have on him, but Jamie didn't care. He wanted to show him. To ride him, pleasure him, make him cum just to show him how much he cared for that beautiful catlike hunk.

So he bounced. He rode, he got to grinding, rocking his fine ass back and forth in search of something resembling rhythm. Which he never really found, but that didn't matter. No need to keep steady when every single stroke, every single plunge of lengthy half-lynx cock inside him was bringing forth his most whimpery of moans. He was all but squeaking, letting himself stoop to sounds that were maybe a little embarrassing in how soft, how feminine they were. But he didn't mind. He knew Ambrose would never judge him for showing off how much he was enjoying himself. And he was getting plenty of sound out of that stud, too.

Not nearly as girly, of course. More a steady, rumbling grunt and growl. Slightly feline, vibrating in his chest, while just deep and masculine. Every single bounce of his backside was making Ambrose start to moan, groaning and digging his fingers more deeply into Jamie's hips. Taking a hard, possessive hold of that rump. Helping guide every buck, every bounce, every wiggle. Ensuring Jamie stuffed himself to the fullest. Not missing a single detail of his shaft, letting it pound into him harder, wetter, louder as he stopped bothering to attempt finding a rhythm. He just thumped down as fast as his hips could manage.

It was all leaving him short of breath. Or maybe that was the electric pleasure of feeling that shaft pumping into him every time he sank down upon it. As taut as his body was, his backside was jiggling plenty. He shut his eyes, though he could still see Ambrose's face when he did. Those bright eyes, that approving smile. That was the image that compelled him to get rougher, wilder, faster. Until he was gasping, starting to sweat, his soft skin glistening with the exertion. All the while, he just held onto his lover's chest, feeling his heart, his breath, his muscles growing tighter as the perfect climax neared. Rippling through each other's muscles, rattling through their throat, joining their combined cries into a steady, echoing proclamation of how good they felt. Together.

When the moment came, Jamie bit his lip. He wasn't going to scream. But he wasn't going to be quiet, either. He let his body simply take control. Hardly moving by his own will anymore. It was automatic. Something intrinsic, instinctual that he simply knew how to do. Ride his lover in hopes of milking him dry. He could already feel Ambrose's balls pulling up taut. Feel his entire member pulsing much more firmly than before. Veins upon his length bulging out. Pre flowing so steadily it could have been a cumshot already. Maybe for someone smaller. Less potent. But sitting upon a shaft like that, Jamie had to know he was in for one hell of a load. And he wanted it all.

He leaned forward, almost meeting Ambrose's lips. But he was far too full of demilynx dick to actually reach. They were going to have to settle for sharing each other's breath. Tasting, gasping. Hot on each other's faces while they faintly sweated upon each other. Jamie slapped himself down. Harder, harder. He knew he couldn't break Ambrose. Couldn't possible get too rough with such a stud. The only limit was his own. And the bed beneath them both, groaning and rattling with the steady impact, with all of Jamie's weight coming down hard, again and again. In those final, manic thrusts, he hit the perfect spot. Set off a chain of tingles that had him cascading climatically towards an inevitable peak. There was no stopping it now.

Jamie had already lost control of his hips, had already conceded that he couldn't even force himself to stop riding even if it wanted to. But when he felt that spark, that surge that had him tightening, clenching, he couldn't even bounce right anymore. Instead, he just clung to Ambrose as hard as he could. Gasped so rapidly it made his head spin. Went tighter, clamping down upon the cock he was sitting on. And then he felt it. Working from his prostate, from that sensitive pleasure button, all the way to the tip of his shaft, dripping down across his lover. The perfect feeling of absolute bliss, brought to him by his partner driving deep inside him, keeping him at that whimpering peak for several seconds straight. Until Jamie wasn't even sure if he could stay conscious for much longer.

Relief came hot and thick as his climax gushed forth at last. Pouring his cream all over the demi beneath him. Splattering him from middle to chest, leaving streams of seed running through the crevices of Ambrose's carved muscles. And he only gave more when he felt the offering returned as much as tenfold. A thick, potent load, all of it pumping into him at once. Going along with Ambrose's rumbling grunts as he emptied everything he had inside of Jamie. Milking out some extra spurts from the cute boy upon his thighs, and bloating him to a satisfyingly sloshing, rounded state within seconds. And he wasn't done yet.

Jamie could barely coordinate himself any longer as his belly got filled right up. He wobbled back and forth, teetering precariously until Ambrose sat up and caught him. Pulling him close, squishing all of Jamie's cum beneath the both of them while they embraced. And continuing to fill his butt full of seed while he bucked beneath that fine ass, shooting out sharp breaths with every single shot of his demilynx cream. Jamie was lost, broken, his gaze distant and empty for a time while he got filled out until he looked mildly impregnated with that jostling load. Stretching his tummy into a jiggly paunch, every single motion Ambrose gave producing a steady slosh and wobble. He didn't stop squeezing him until that climax came trickling to a slow, watery stop. Emptying everything he had to give. For now.

Ambrose had to support Jamie for a while, feeling him going limp in his grasp. Just for a short time, the well-fucked boi eventually blinking back to awareness, coming down from his mindless happy place. He drooled a moment. Licked his chops, and then just laid his head on Ambrose's shoulder. The demilynx just put his lips upon his lover's neck and slowly sucked at his skin, slickly working until he'd surely given him a nice red mark to commemorate the occasion. He was nearly purring, and Jamie just warbled and mumbled incoherently. Not quite fully limp, but slumped, exhausted. And so very full, his belly stretched so taut he tried not to move too much. Ambrose made sure not to put too much pressure on his middle, even as he held him close.

He didn't bother to pull out until he'd laid Jamie down on the bed, moving onto his side so they could be face to face. They kissed once, twice, slipped a little tongue, but didn't hold the smooch for too long. Ambrose pulled back so he could speak, as if there was anything to even say that might have added to the moment.

"Point proven. Though you seem to have overwhelmed yourself. Just a little," he gently teased, his voice soft.

Jamie slowly shook his head. "It was ... nothing."

Ambrose chuckled and leaned in to kiss him on the forehead. When that wasn't sufficient to make him squirm, he slipped downwards, nibbling along his teeth, and the side of his throat. Firmly. "Nothing? Oh, don't kid yourself, Jamers. That was most definitely something."

"Y-yeah," he finally conceded, tipping his head back.

That gave Ambrose full access to his throat, where he licked, kissed, sucked, and even bit. Putting his pointed teeth to good effect. Never quite hurting, but enough to startle if Jamie wasn't ready for it. He was helpless to it all. Simply simmering there in his afterglow. Letting those strong arms hold him close, while their owner taste and toyed with him. A faint aroma of cinnamon and raspberry wafted from their bodies, their personal scents mingling into something worthy of dessert. The only sound in the room the sloshing, the slurping, and the gentle rumble of Ambrose's chest. Growing quieter as the climax faded from their bodies, replaced by that warm glow that enveloped them both.

There was still plenty of daylight left, but they were content to let it fade in the window near them. Neither of them felt especially compelled to move. They basked, they stroked. They touched and they massaged. Examining and exploring each other's bodies. Paying little mind to all the cum that trickled down between them. Or that pooled upon the sheets. They could clean themselves and their sheets up later. It was time to be together. Sultry, steaming, and snug. Two bodies shining in the setting sun that shone through the windowpane.

Ambrose still hadn't pulled out, but he had softened. Mostly. His cock was flopping back down, bringing with it a deluge of his cream, splashing from Jamie's backside in a sudden messy interruption of their quiet moment. Ambrose didn't chuckle, but he smirked. Then he was back to Jamie's lips, kissing him. Locking tight. Not out of lust, but out of adoration this time. Holding him, squeezing him, nearly bending him in two with that embrace around his waist. Jamie was filled to overflowing, rounded and pleasingly bloated. He was still panting, still shaking just a little as those blissful aftershocks washed through him. There was no way he was ready for more.

But as Ambrose remained near, he couldn't help but twitch a little. Feel his shaft tingle back to life. Slowly. But certainly. And the demilynx too wasn't fully soft for long. Just being near his lover, stroking along his skin, taking in his scent. That was enough. It helped that he looked so cute with his eyes wide and happy, his belly jiggling with his every breath. Jamie had already showed him what he could really do. But Ambrose had just largely sat back and taken it for the most part. There was still so much he could give him. Still so many things left to do to Jamie and his lovely, shiny booty. As soon as he and his shaken body was ready for a little more.