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When they clash, they grab onto each other's palms, lacing fingers together as they struggle, smiles never leaving each other's faces.

"Come on," Mao says, licking his lips. "You know you want to get on your knees."

"Not a chance," Nan says, fluttering his eyes. "Those lips of yours are perfect for enjoying my superior dick."

Mao shifts a bit, gaining the upper hand, wrapping his arm around Nan's back. "You like my lips, huh?"

Not waiting for a response, Mao presses his lips against Nan's. While their bodies tense up, still pushing and sliding against one another, seeking to knock the other one down, their mouths tell a different story.

It is a story of little cubs holding hands on a summer's day during a meeting of tribal leaders. It is a story of teens showing off to each other in boisterous displays of their newly pubescent bodies. It is a story of rivals that trained, day in and day out, for this one moment, a clash and love that has been decades in the making.

Lips press against lips in pillowy mashing, smacking, and shifting. Mao's grasp goes from Nan's body and through his hair, lacing fingers into those locks as he locks himself against his opponent's mouth.

Nan struggles to keep himself standing as he opens his mouth. He gives Mao more access, his tongue brushing against that tender flesh, urging him forward.

Mao takes the bait, sliding his tongue into Nan's mouth. The two confine their wrestling to their mouths, for the time being, lapping at each other, lashing their tongues, teasing their lovers for the first time.

The soft silence of the sacred field is filled with the huffs and sighs of two silent predators as one holds to the other's back, fingers digging against that sculpted muscle. The other flows fingers through hair, letting out delightful purrs, enjoying the silky condition that Nan had to have prepared for this occasion.

They don't know who has slipped up first, but during their kiss, the two of them fall to their sides, crashing into the tall grass, their bodies shielded fully from outside view.

Of course, the only one who could watch them is the beautiful god, smiling down upon him with his own perfect body.

Their lips part, though their hands still grasp at each other's heads. "Ha, knocked you down! Mao says. "But wow, that was exciting.

"It doesn't have to end," Nan says, "This is the duel of a lifetime."

Agreeing with him, the two press up together once more, their chests pressing to each other, smooth and toned bodies rubbing warmly up against one another. Tails wrap around each other, entwining as they grip at each other's skulls. Their manhoods have grown in arousal, knocking together in a clash of blunt, warm, and erect blades that spark with joy with each consecutive strike.

The two know they can't just kiss all day, and yet, neither of them is willing to be the first to pull away. To go for breath here would surely mean to show that they are likely to be the one to deal with the final attack. Their noses smash together in their passionate kissing. Their bodies rock together, sweat already building up between the two in a sexy glisten in the sunlight pouring in, but eventually, it is Mao who figures out a plan. He reaches down, grabs the base of Nan's tail, and tugs.

Nan mrowls in surprise, enough to pull away and reach down for the offending action. But Mao lifts his legs and kicks his opponent out, knocking him deeper into the tall grass.

Nan shakes his head and gets on all fours, his ears twitching, licking his lips. He listens, waiting for any sound to break the silence. If he were to miss even the smallest of sounds, he would find himself-

Pounced!

Mao emerges from the grass, throwing his weight onto Nan, his chest pressing upon his back, an arm wrapping around his opponent's neck. His cock rubs at the other male's crack, teasing him, even as he teases him with a chuckle. "You always were bad at hearing, lover."

Nan hisses, but Mao shakes his head. "Oh, no, no, no, we're ready for the next round, which I'm sure you are too. After all, you're still hard, aren't you?"

He reaches down, shoving his hand underneath Nan, wrapping his fingers around that aroused cock.

"Oh yes, feel that? So hard, so warm, so wonderful!" Mao purrs, hotdogging the pretty boy underneath of him. "By the god watching us now, you are the most perfect being in this world. I will conquer you!"

"Flattery will get you nowhere. After all... there's nothing wrong with being a bottom."

"I'm glad you accept it."

Nan smirks. "I was talking about when you get your turn once I'm out of here. Try to... to fuck me, and you'll be wide open."

"Oh, but my dear Nan, we'll just have to see about that, won't we?" Mao says, rolling out his tongue, licking across Nan's cheek. He squeezes his arm around Nan's throat, forcing him to focus on breathing. The warriors must know how to control their breaths. After all, the final struggle in this sensual ritual depends on one's ability to keep themselves going, even when they have no room to breathe.

Nan doesn't plan to have to worry about that, though. What he does have to plan for is that thick meat sliding into his ass, spreading him out, filling him up.

And, of course, how much he loves every second of that feeling.

Nan's body accepts the warm cock of his opponent with an openness that betrays his desires. The feline male knew that he might have to take it from his opponent. So, he trained often to make his body a pleasurable experience for his partner.

"W... wow..." Mao says, panting as he fills up Nan with no issue. "You're so tight, but... not too tight... it was like you were made just for me, my foe!"