What We Are Here For
Big cats get it on, simply because they can.
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Just something little I whipped up, because there're never too many Gruffy stories, and besides, that 200 mark just yells to be surpassed...so here we go, the 201st Gruffy story, fresh off the keys! This if for you guys!
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Tom moaned and pushed himself back to meet one of the countless thrusts coming upon his body from behind, from the rocking hips pounding against his taut rear, and against the chest that heaved along to the hot breathing stroking Tom's headfurs. Firm arms were around his body, holding the standing jaguar upright and steady while he was taken with the rough, steady stroke of his fellow feline's curved length pushing inside his backside. The heated rhythm and the scraping barbs kept Tom's own cock hard and dripping to the floor, untouched but still straining. Tom's own paws were too busy pressing to the wall, to keep himself in place while the sex continued, hot, hard, and spontaneous.
"Nghhh...so hot..." Brian growled, his teeth and tongue making a mess out of Tom's ear while he held firmly onto the jaguar and rammed into him again and again, his tail lashing out behind him like a whip.
Tom's back rippled with the effort of holding still, not to mention the way how his hips bucked to meet Brian's hot movements, to drive him deeper into the jaguar with every thrust and to make best use out of the little time they had, to run their bodies to the limit while searching for the ultimate release.
"So good..." the tiger groaned, his tongue trailing a wet slick road along Tom's muzzle, heating his skin with his convulsive breathing.
Tom's claws scraped the paneled wall, pushed out by the intensity of the rutting he was receiving and the pose that forced every muscle of his body to strain under the sensual assault coming from behind. His cock ached from arousal, his insides ached from the rough thrusting, and even his rump was starting to smart from the pounding it was receiving from those rough hips, neverending in their lust for his body, taking him with abandon.
"Take me..." Tom breathed out in a snarl, his tongue poking between teeth.
Brian pushed himself all the way into Tom's body and let his paws run down roughly along his torso before they clasped onto his hips, avoiding any contact with Tom's bobbing erection while the tiger secured their bodies together. Tom groaned when he felt the tiger's hips begin to move again, but this time, it was up and down and left and right, not the usual, universal back and forth of sex he was so used to.
"Ohh fuck!" the jaguar's cheeks flamed with heat as the sensations exploded from within.
Brian's teeth closed around the jaguar's neck scruff and bit on it firmly while he continued the churning motion, rolling his hips with urgency, teasing both of them simultaneously. The tightness of Tom's ring was gripping on him continuously, the insides of him were hot and slick and firm around him, and the very sensation of that hot body, pressed onto his own, made it impossible for the tiger to stop what he was doing, or even slow down. He had to have it all.
"Ahhh!"
The noisy rutting continued soon, with Brian not missing a single moment as he pulled back and pushed himself back into the warmth of the Jaguar's slim, muscular body. Their compact balls smacked together and added a sound to the cacophony of moans and snarls, and made their ears flatten.
It could not last long. Tom knew from the old signs that Brian was just about done, when his hips began to buck erratically and a certain rumbling, almost whining edge crept up to his breathing, signaling that he was about to lose control. Tom could only hold on and let it happen, of course, that was what he was meant to do now, being the bottom, taking the final, jerking thrusts before Brian flooded the condom with his plentiful cum. Sometimes Tom thought that he felt it, but this time it was lost in the heat of the moment, the general burn inside him, and to the distraction of the teeth scraping his neck while Brian growled, grunted, and dominated the jaguar with his body. His own cock pulsed and throbbed but remained as it was, painfully hard...and no orgasm. Tom didn't mind. He'd take care of it later.
"Shit..." Brian snorted, his forehead pressing against the back of Tom's neck.
Tom could do nothing but breathe. He did snarl, quickly, when Brian unsheathed himself from the jaguar's body, carefully holding onto the base of his shaft to make sure that the condom would not slip. Tom breathed deeply when his body closed down on itself after being spread open by the tiger's sizeable cock. He turned around and caught a glimpse of it, still bobbing hard in front of the tiger. Brian was now standing by his desk and unpeeled the condom with a swift movement and quickly tied it closed. Tom caught a whiff of the tiger's cum in the air, its fragrance familiar and hot. It made him ache even more with its erotic potency.
Brian pulled open a drawer and took out a box of tissues, one of which he crumpled and tossed at the jaguar standing nearby. Tom managed to caught it, but only by just, and he had to crouch to catch the falling lump of paper into his paw.
"Thanks," Tom rumbled.
The tiger seemed to be busy cleaning himself up with the tissue, using it to wipe over his hard, red member. He was done in a few moments and wrapped the condom into the tissue before he tossed it into the drawer and closed it with a loud bang.
"Damn," Brian grunted.
Tom made a quick pass over his thighs and in between his rump cheeks to wipe off any remaining extra lube from there - the tiger had been quite liberal while he applied the stuff on the jaguar, after all - and then carefully folded the tissue.
Brian was already gathering his clothes, tossed all around the office. He was only wearing his white collared shirt at the moment, that only reached to the delicious curve of his hips and left his striped ass bare for Tom to admire, even quietly.
"Well that was nice," Tom spoke, mostly to himself, as he stood there, naked, aroused, used, and with a sticky tissue in his paw.
Brian found a matching pair of boxers from the couch and began to put them on, his tail flicking behind him.
"Yup."
Tom snuffled.
"Maybe...maybe we could go out and have coffee or something sometime," the jaguar blurted out.
The tiger's elastic snapped as he pulled his boxers into place and then turned around to face the naked feline, watching him with a frown. Tom's eyes wandered over to the considerable bulge that remained on the front of the tiger's blue boxers.
"I don't think it's a good idea," Brian grunted.
Tom snuffled and shook his head briefly.
"Why?"
A tie appeared around the tiger's neck and was meticulously adjusted.
"I am busy."
Grudgingly, Tom moved over to the couch where the majority of his clothing remained, and began to put on his T-shirt.
"You're never too busy for this."
Black pants with pinstripes on them. The belt must've cost at least a hundred bucks.
"I work really long days," the tiger replied. "Feels like a nice way to round it off don't you think?"
Tom shook his head quietly.
"Well it didn't hurt to ask," he mused.
The tiger got his jacket on now, and as Tom gave him a look, standing there behind his desk and adjusting his cuffs, the jaguar knew why the tiger's name was on the brass plate on the wall of the big lobby downstairs. Tom could understand that, but not this. He didn't always understand this.
"And I have a right to remain silent," the tiger replied.
"Yep," Tom replied shortly, grabbing onto his clothes from the armrest of the couch.
Brian was tapping the screen of a silver-colored cell phone, squinting a little as he struggled to read the tiny text on the screen. It made Tom smile, knowing that even the tiger had a weakness.
"Same time tomorrow?" Tom broke the momentary silence.
The tiger put his phone into a pants pocket.
"Can't," Brian rumbled. "I am meeting someone."
Someone you don't fuck I hope, Tom thought, buttoning up.
"Have fun," he spoke.
The tiger rumbled loudly. As Tom watched, Brian placed a black suitcase onto the desk and gave it a brief browse before he was done. By that time, Tom, too, was dressed and ready to go.
"I'll see you next week then," Tom spoke, watching the tiger approach the polished dark door.
The tiger stopped, his tail flicking as he came to a halt, and turned to face the jaguar.
"One more thing," the tiger noted.
"Whut?" Tom flicked his ears.
"Mind taking out the trash when you go?" the tiger grumbled.
Tom snuffled.
"That's what I'm paid for."
The tiger smiled.
"That's the spirit. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Brian."
"Night."
And he was off.
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