Until I Have to Go
A wolf and a lion have only a little time to spare.
This story has erotic anthropomorphic content. Stay warned.
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Hahahah, I saw that the versatile Drackir had posted a story he claims to have written in only 20 minutes ,and I felt piqued and challenged, and decided to set the timer and see what I could do! *chuckle* I do admit to using 27 minutes and 40 seconds to writing the 1,410 words that follow, but I think I did an okay job, considering the time constraint. An interesting challenge in its own way, so, thank you, Drackir, for giving me a push!
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The new schedule really sucked.
Nowadays, Grant only really saw his mate Tom whenever one of them was in bed, either coming in our out. The new schedules at the precinct were harsh on the wolf, who had been doing the night shift for two weeks now, and would have to go at it for at least the next six weeks, until Sergeant Rodriguez returned from maternity leave.
That left the cop wolf with a chronic lack of quality time with his leonine mate, currently found sleeping on their bed, curled up to a feline ball of golden furs and thick tail looped around a cutely angled leg.
Grant's ears drooped and his eyes felt like they were full of sand as he entered the dark bedroom, only lit by the glowing numbers on the alarm clock on the nightstand that read 06:05. Good job...Tom would still have half an hour at least to sleep before he had to wake up for work.
The wolf crept across the room, only clad in boxers and a T-shirt, since he had left his clothes in the hamper in the kitchen, and easily slipped over to his side on the bed. The weary wolf sunk gladly among the pillows and messy duvets, some of which belonged to the lion who had kicked them over in his sleep. Grant found the lion's bed-stealing ways adorable ,and he wouldn't mind, it was, after all, a mass of Tom-smelling bedspreads he could sprawl himself upon.
Now, however, the wolf decided that the real thing was always preferable to cuddling a pillow, and with a small, weary smile, he scooted closer and put an arm around the sleeping lion's waist. His knee touched the lion's rump, lightly, and his paw felt over a smooth belly, while the wolf's nose touched the sleeping feline's neck softly. Grant breathed in his mate's familiar scent and immediately felt like home, no matter how tired he might have been.
Grant sighed softly and adjusted his posture, wanting as much contact between their bodies as possible. The tall lion felt so good next to him, warm and comfortable and his...the feeling was very possessive, but the wolf was glad to know that the lion, too, could feel equally protective of his mate, sometimes in danger on his line of work.
"Love you, beautiful," the touch cop wolf crooned against the nearest softly furred ear, hoping that the sleeping male would somehow unconsciously hear him and have only safe, nice dreams.
Grant closed his eyes and breathed out deeply, wishing that sleep would come soon for his weary body. He really hated night shifts and was almost envious of Tom and his regular day job at the school, much more convenient than him crawling the curb all night on a police cruiser.
The lion's heavy, thick tail tapped against the wolf's bent knee, causing his ears to flick as he felt the sudden touch, a presence, a warmth.
"Morning," the voice rumbled so close that he more felt it than heard it.
Grant opened his eyes and felt the body next to him shuffle, turn while still being held in the wolf's arms, coming face to face with him. Naked, warm lion, pressed all over him, a knee tilting and pushed over the wolf's hip, holding him even closer, just as his arm came about the wolf, too.
"Morning," the wolf grinned as he felt warm breath over his muzzle, and saw glinting leonine eyes. "You should sleep, Tom...it's not your time yet..."
The lion chuckled and purred, and his tongue slipped out and lapped over the wolf's lips, wetting them.
"I think it is my time...my very special time..." the lion's voice lowered into a rumble as one of his paws glided across the wolf's back and landed over his butt, pulling their lower bodies together.
Tom kissed his mate soundly, letting his tongue do as much work as was customary, licking over the wolf's own tongue inside their joined maws. Paws clutched on furs that they could find, their bodies found firmer contact, and whatever drowsiness that was there before was suddenly replaced by warmth and tension in their bodies, held together so intimately. Grant felt his sheath swell and he became hard quickly, and the tugging of the lion's paw over the base of his tail reminded him that it felt like ages they had made love, properly, all the way, slowly, cravingly.
"I want you," Tom husked against his wolf's lips, their hips grounding together by mutual effort, hard flesh evident on them both, trapped and needy, "...turn around..."
"Yes...," the wolf growled, moving as smoothly as he could, trying his best not to leave the lion's arms even for a moment.
First he felt the lion's paws over his hips, and he wriggled his rump, too, to help the lion pull his boxers down. Tom spared a paw quickly to reach over for the nightstand, for the familiar tube there, displayed openly, and deposited a little amount of the slick, creamy substance over his fingers. He dared to give his own flesh only a quick stroke, hissing even from that stimulation, before he pushed his fingers across the wolf's taint and swiftly rubbed them over the spot of heat at the base of his tail.
Tom put his arms firmly around the wolf and held onto him as they lay on their sides, his erection nudged comfortably between the wolf's butt cheeks. He only needed a little extra tilt of his hips and a firm push, and he was within the heat, gripping, tense warmth of his mate, fully embedded within his lover's hard body.
"Ahhh...Tom..."
Their bodies rocked together with familiar urgency of mating. The lion's shaft spread the wolf's tense body open around himself, moving firmly and steadily within him, holding onto him steadily. Both of them were panting, groaning, pushing against each other, grunting, sweating, smacking tails across the messy sheets. Tom's lips made a wet mess of the wolf's neck, licking and kissing as much as he liked while his hips kept up a good rhythm, driving them both heated with arousal.
Grant ground his hips back against the lion's lap, trying to drive both of them nearer to the end with every reciprocated thrust into his body. They were already coming faster, harder, from the deeply purring lion.
Tom's teeth pressed over Grant's shoulder, and his paw gripped around the wolf's shaft, squeezing on him hard while his hips bucked, once, twice, and he was steady, barbs flaring within the wolf's heated body as his seed spilled and his body exploded with heat, spending himself into his lover without regret, making him groan his name against the shoulder he held in a mating bite.
The sensations combined pushed the wolf over the edge, the heat of his lover inside him, the bite, the incoherent, sensual mumblings, everything joined to make his own body tense and finally reach his release. His body went taunt and relaxed, spilling his seed brilliantly across the wolf's grey chest and the sheets of their bed, and over Tom's paw.
The lion released his wolf's shoulder and lavished it with a wet kiss, and nestled his purring chest against the wolf's back.
"Can I stay until I have to get up?" the lion whispered against his lover's neck, his flesh still deeply inside the wolf.
The weary wolf sighed and rumbled contently, filled with his lover, in every sense of world, filled with his love.
"Please."
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