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When I finally managed to tutrn the keys to my appartment Ira practically pushed me inside, casually kicking the door while never once breaking our kiss until it fell shut. I was left panting heavily when his lips did at last leave mine and once again I was on the verge of losing myself in those strange, red eyes when the feeling of two strong hands lewdly fondling my buttocks before pulling me closer to their owner until my body was flush with his.

"Mmhh, you've got a nice ass...", he purred, his voice little more than a growl as he flashed me an almost predatory grin that caused his white fangs to gleam in what little moonlight fell through the windows.

I felt my heart starting to race as his hands gripped my ass harder while his body ground against mine and all the while those eyes never left my own, even as those firm hands left my behind and slid around my sides, lingering there for a moment before one of them crept under my shirt while the other started dexterously undoing its buttons.

"A little overdressed, aren't we?", he cooed as he kept opening my shirt, slowly but gradually exposing my upper body to the cool air of my appartment. When the last button popped I suddenly felt a tad self-conscious - not that I'm overly ugly or out of shape, but I've never had the body of an athlete. In fact, I always considered myself rather average, especially when comparing myself to the embodiment of male beauty that now stood before me.

Those feelings didn't last long, however, because by the time my shirt hit the ground our muzzles were once again locked together while Ira's hands roamed my now bare back, the feeling of his claws raking through my short fur sending electric sparks up and down my spine. He broke the kiss once again and I breathed heavily, my pants having long become way too tight.

"You look simply delicious...", he growled and looked at me with a certain hunger in his eyes that caused a small lump to form in my throat, "...almost good enough to eat!"

I tried to swallow that lump while subconsciously taking a small step backwards. His slight but sudden change in Ira's demeanor spoke to something ancient, something primal in me, something so obsolete in our modern society that I had never felt it before - the flight reflex of a prey animal facing its predator. Sure, I might have towered over him by more than a head's length, but that meant nothing in that very moment - the predatory air of control, of power, of dominance that surrounded his form was overpowering, exhilarating and incredibly arousing.

For every step I took back he took one towards me, driving me backwards into my bedroom until the back of my knees bumped into my bed.

A shove with his right hand sent me falling backwards onto my mattress and in a split second he was on top of me, his hands once again roaming all over my body as if claiming it as his own as his claws raked through my fur, adding several tiny, red lines to my black stripes. My heart beat hard against my ribs and my breath came in short, ragged bursts, never before had I felt such an incredible mixture of fear, thrill and arousal - I was as harder than I had been in a long time and I loved every second of it.

Ira must have felt that, too, because he was more than ready to adbance to the next level. The hands that had moments ago been toying with my nipples, which were seemingly trying to rival my dick in terms of stiffness, instead moved to my arms, pinning them down with remarkably little effort and were almost instantly replaced by a pair of hot, velvety lips.

I moaned and squirmed uncontrollably as Ira mercilessly assaulted the tender nubs with his tongue, lips and teeth, stimulating one to the point where it became almost unbearable before moving on to the other. He repeated this process several times before he finally lost interest and decided to venture further down.

An audible gasp escaped my mouth as he briefly nipped at my flank before his hands gave my arms free in order to nimbly undo the button and zipper of my jeans. I gasped again at the feeling of my painfully hard maleness was given at least a little freedom without the denim covering it.

Ira's eyes lit up at the sight of the bulge in my shorts and he licked his lips as he groped me lewdly through the thin fabric, his touch eliciting yet another gasp from me.

With a hungry grin he pulled my shorts down as well, finally freeing my rigid horsemeat, which stood proudly in the moonlight, bobbing in time with my heartbeat.

"As I said...", he cooed and, without warning, grabbed my dick and dragged his hot tongue along the underside from the base to the very tip, which had me grabbing the sheets and biting my lip to suppress a moan "...delicious!"

Ira proceeded to lick, kiss and suck on my maleness for what seemed like ages, bringing me to the brink of orgasm until I whined and whinnied, moaned and writhed several times, but he would always stop just in time to prevent me from coming - it was almost agonizingly arousing.

Then all of a sudden his mouth completely left my dick, leaving me on the brink once again. I lifted my head to find out why he had stopped and was just in time to see him slipping out of his own clothes, granting me the first glimplse of him in his full glory - and judging by the impressive erection he was sporting, he was enjoying himself almost as much as I was.

"Well that was fun, but I came for more than just a taste.", he growled hotly as he approached the side of the bed and climbed over me, straddling my waist, "I wanna ride you tonight, horsie."