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The Mediterranean Sea. At a tropical island resort...

Cassius glanced about the resort's white sand dunes. Not a lot of people about even though it was the time of the year when tourism were at its highest--or at least should be. The large, cut panther unfolded his towel; military sense for details kicked in as he made sure not a inch of it was out of place before he laid down and tipped his sunglasses back onto his nose, over his green-blue eyes.

It was a good day to be out, the sun was at its zenith; bathing the pale beach in sweltering warmth that made the water look even more inviting than it already were. It had been a wise choice to take some time off; even though the rest of his squad would probably give him some slack for not getting them approved as well. He would face that music when it was time.

The journey so far had been going good against all of his expectations; he didn't like going out if it wasn't for missions. But he conceded that if things continued to go so well as they had he would consider doing it more often.

As the panther relaxed, a very studly man strolled by, sporting only a red speedo as he walked. He held power in each of his steps, and despite the calming atmosphere, the leopard sported stern eyes. His muscular, army-built body was on display for all to admire, along with an impressive bulge and even more impressive butt.

Oh yes he would definitely consider doing the whole out-and-about thing more, he thought as he raptly eyed the hunk strolling by--or perhaps he should say marching by. He'd know the proud steps that only military gave you anywhere. He tipped his glasses off his nose so he could take in that delectable-looking ass better.

"Jesus Fucking Christ, would you look at that..." Cassius muttered to himself as the man took his place on the beach a few steps away from him. He rumbled as the chiselled body laid down on a large towel much like his own. All the better for him, really. A twitch in his pants made him aware that maybe he should stop staring but found himself unable to. The other male looked to be his age as well...what was the word the younger people used? Ah yes, a 'dilf'.

The leopard relaxed, before leaning up a bit to rub some sunscreen on himself. He spread the cream all around his chest and abs, making them sheen and smooth as he moved down to his legs.

Although, it seems he didn't have anyone to put some on his back.

Cassius would have to change that.

He didn't hesitate for a second as he sat up and then went over to loom over the other feline.

"Need some help with your back?" Cassius gesutured down at the broad expanse of muscles. He couldn't help but let his gaze travel over the man again: he was just too-good-looking not to.

His own swimming trunks tightend the longer he looked, his tongue licked at his chops lustfully.

"Hmm?" He grunted in a deep voice. "Sure. Appreciate it." The leopard handed over the bottle before laying down on his stomach with his head resting on his arms, his tail swaying left and right above his butt, now in reach.

Cassius opened the bottle of sunscreen and poured it richly into his hands before starting to work it into the broad back. He focused on getting individual muscles relaxed before moving on, more out of a desire to feel as much as possible of the leopard though helping him relax was an added bonus.

As his hands drew closer and lower he decided to risk it before slowly pulling the red speedo down. Cassius' couldn't keep back a wanton groan from escaping at the sight of that perfectly shaped butt. He started to massage and grope it.

"Fuck..." Cassius groaned again. The two ass cheeks were even bouncier, firmer and larger up close: a real masterpiece. His breathing began to quicken. In the back of his mind he knew there was no way he could cover up what he was doing but it would be worth the eventual beating he decided as his cock grew into its full impressive height, the head touching his abs as it reached full mast, still mostly hidden by his swimming trunks.

The leopard let out a soft sigh in response. "Yeah that's it...Keep going." His body visibly released its tensions and relaxed, his tail swishing in pleasure as he enjoyed the treatment his back and associated were receiving.

The answer made the panther quirk a brow, and deciding that if the leopard hadn't tried knocking his teeth out from him groping his ass, he probably wouldn't do it anytime soon. With that in mind he continued to play with the rump with one hand while the other worked his swimming trunks down to around his thick thighs. His cock jutted out, twitching and beading out watery precum. With his hands at the leopard's thick hips he pulled the ass up so he could rest himself between the two gorgeous mounds.

A rough grunt came from him as he started to slide himself back and forth. Cassius clenched his teeth as the swollen head of his shaft bumped the underside of the leopard's tail. Heat coursed through him as he said huskily.

"Hope you don't mind me doing this...," after a few slides and a rough groan he continued with, "Or asking the name of the man I'm currently hotdogging?"

"As far as you're concerned, it's Sergeant. And, I hope that isn't all you have." The large man teasingly wiggled his ass, making it softly bounce and wobble on the member between his cheeks. "I'm gonna need you to 'rub' a bit harder. You understand?" His deep voice gave off a demanding tone.

The words and the ass wiggling made Cassius heart skip a beat before it started to pound hard within his chest. He spit into his own hand before slathering it over his thick shaft in firm strokes. As his hand worked up and down he aimed a question at the back of the leopard's neck.

"Not to sound insubordinate, Sergeant, but are you sure you know what you're getting into...? You will be more than a bit sore when this is over...Haven't done this in a while, y'know..." He growled as he pressed the head of his cock against the other man's entrance; it was even tighter than it looked. His cock throbbed and jerked with quiet eagerness; beads of clear precum traveled down over the glossy cock.

Heat crept up Cassius' face as the first tingles started to surge up his hard dick when he slowly pushed it inside, careful not to be too rough or hasty; since he hadn't brought lube with him he opted to take it slow, even though a part of him wanted to do nothing more than slam in and claim the gorgeous rump for himself.

The minute he was in and pressing his hips flush against the firm mounds of that fantastic ass he let out a grunt of pure lust. He shifted slightly; face tensing in pleasure and lips gritting as he fought off the desire to fuck the man beneath him raw.

"Mmf...How're you holding up, Serge?".

"Hnn.... nice entry. But, my big ass can take a little more than that." He flexed his tailhole into Cassius's cock, clamping on it and practically trying to pull in his eagerness. "Come on. You don't have to hold back so much, soldier. "

The large, equally mouth-watering panther groaned at the squeeze across his manhood, voice little more than a growl when he said.

"Oh, you want it rougher huh..."

Cassius pulled back until only the head of his shaft remained inside before slamming back in. Each time the motion a little faster, a little deeper and harder until he was quickly thrusting his hips against the large, firm curves of the rosett-covered rump.

He started to really pound into the leopard, sweat beginning to run over the proud, artful muscles of his body as it filled with bestial exertion. Cassius shifted closer and with a voice raspy and rough from pleasure he half-commanded-half-questioned the leopard.

"R-Raise your ass up more..." He spread his muscly thighs wider so he could feel that perfect ass smack sharply against the part where they met with the inside of his hip. He grunted, having started to drool past his still tightly clenched teeth from the friction and pleasure over his swelling, throbbing cock. He wanted more.

"Hnnng!" The leopard grunted as he felt more thickness entering his ass, pleasuring him greatly. He stuck out his tongue a little bit, pushing back against each thrust of this new sexy cat. Upon request, he raised up his hips, giving Cassius more of the ass to fuck.

The sight of that big ass being pushed and so readily given to him made Cassius growl, and in the heat of the moment he reached back and gave one of the lower cheeks a hard slap with a palm; the flesh jiggled as he picked up speed and force, groans and pants pouring out of him. His grip on the leopard's wide hips tightened as his fingers dug in for just that little extra leverage so he could pull rump into his sweaty lap further. "Fuck that's so good Sarge...!"

He grunted feeling that hard spank, his ass shaking wildly as he bucked his hips with each thrust he felt against him. He began to pant a bit, starting to lose his serious face in favor of a more lewd expression.

Cassius gave a strained smile in response. "Starting to enjoy yourself, huh Serge...Nn!"

He continued fucking the leopard, angled the head of his cock deeper so he could more easily reach the other man's prostate; hips a black blur from the force and speed of his trusts, the loud noise of skin smacking against skin echoing around their colliding, sweat-soaked bodies, lost wholly to their lust.

The friction from his cock being clutched by the Serge's strong tunnel made Cassius aware that if he kept up the pace he was going at he wouldn't be able to last much longer, a part of him that was just a tiny bit selfish didn't care, but the strong panther was still a caring lover and so, reached out and around to the front of the spotted cat to curl his strong, calloused fingers around an erection hard as stone, started to jerk it off in time with his hammering. The noise of their bodied slapping together grew nearer, harder, faster.

"I-I'm getting close...you, Sir?" He panted against the back of the other man's neck before leaning in and giving it a nibble with his teeth.

Charr tightened his ass and loosened it in rhythm with the thrusts, synchronizing theit peak moments of pleasure as he stuck out his tongue. His member throbbed and twitched to touch, leaking large amounts of pre, signaling the impending climax.

"Grah....! I'll enjoy it when you truly make me feel it! Come on, give it smack or something and fill me up!" He roared.

Cassius pinched his eyes close tightly and put more force into his fucking, dutifully ignoring the burn of his muscles in favor of a mind-boggling orgasm. Sweat stung his eyes as it slid into them, as he gave one of the thick ass cheeks a whip-like smack, making it slowly grow red before he felt his muscles tense up and then he was done for.

"Oh shit Serge...Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

He couldn't help but increase the already feral pace up a notch as he came with a roar of his own, the orgasm slamming into him and graying out his vision to a haze of stars and a sea of white. He still continued to pound the other man with all his might until he was sure with what little mind he could gather that he was well and truly finished.

HNNNNNNNNGGGG!!" The leopard grunted loudly, his body tensing up as he could no longer control himself. A stream of semen jutted out from his lengthy dick, pouring onto the sand beneath him as he felt his ass being filled with a thick warmth. Barely able to stand the mind-numbing pleasure, he collapsed onto his stomach, panting as he left his ass out to be humped repeatedly.

Finally, Cassius collapsed onto the leopard's strong back, gasping for air, muscles still twitching in the aftershocks of the intense climax. He sagged with a sigh, further draping himself over the serge as his muscles turned heavy.

"Holy damn..."

Charr relaxed and lowered himself. He panted, regaining his mind after the intense sensation overcame him. He let his partner rest on his strong back, but not before teasingly bouncing his butt a bit.

"Hey...Planning on pulling out soon?"

It made Cassius grow still for a moment before he favoured the leopard with a exhausted chuckle.

"Give me a break, chief. after that perfomance I deserve some rest." He pressed his mouth to Charr's neck for a quick kiss before he pulled out and rolled over so they were laying side by side. He gave the other feline a cheeky look.

"So...Best fuck you've ever had, right?"

"Ahhh, I've had better. Not bad, though," The leopard teased as he reached for a cigarette from his bag. "You got the spirit, but not the technique, heh."

"Well fuck you very much." Cassius said with a groan before he gave the serge an almost insubordinate smile. "So am I going to have to pound you again for you to give me your name?" He cast a wondering look at the scent being puffed out from the cigarette. "Mind if I have one...? Could use a smoke after that romp, heh."

The leopard handed a cigarette to his friend, lighting it for him shortly after. He gave his own another satisfying puff before he spoke up. "Sergeant Charr Gadot."

”...I'm Cassius Sagat.”

* * *

Couple of years later—Military traning facility.

Cassius shifted his weight from one foot to the other. It wasn't like him to worry but there he was doing it anyway. He had been tasked with teaching a regime of soliders deeper CQC (Close Quarter Combat) manuvers.

He had never taught before, at least not to a group. All men he had lead through the years as a solider and later a mercenary had always been trained by someone else. The only ones he'd taught to was those close ones in his life and himself. He wondered, not for the first time, if he had a slight case of Agoraphobia. Could explain his jitteriness and butterfly belly...

He sucked in a breath, held it for a moment or two, before he let it out and entered the doors leading to the training room. A part of him wanted to turn back, but he steeled himself and pressed on until he stood face-to-face with a group of six soliders, all seated in a line on a bench. A light air of curiousness flowed from them mixed with a underlinening boredom.

"I am Cassius Sagat and I am here to instruct you." The speech he'd prepared on his way in vanished from his mind. Better to keep it short, he thought as he gave a short bow.

Out of habit he searched for an face he recognized—and to his quiet surprise did find one he knew.

On the far left stood what could only be the commander of the squad; a tall, built leopard with sharp, stern black eyes.

It was Charr.

The leopard had yet to notice him but Cassius knew that there was no reson he wouldn't. He pushed the greeting to the back of his mind and focused it instead on the lesson looming ahead of him.

The large leopard sat still, watching Cassius with folded arms and stern eyes. His intimidating presence could be felt throughout the entire room, as he stared the instructor down.

Cassius' tail twitched at the intense gaze, but not out of any kind of fear. Far from it: He still rememberd his three-day liason with the Sergeant. It had been a few years since then but the leopard hadn't changed: he still looked damn good.

He forced himself to shove thoughts like those to the back of his mind for a better moment to indulge in them, and focused onto the task at hand.

"I need a participant, any of you guys willing to lend me a hand?"

There was a moment of silence that borderd on uncomfortable, until a cougar stood up to slightly tower over the others. From ear to ear, he wore a cocky grin.

"Don't cry too hard once I knock you on your ass, okay grandpa?"

The comment made Cassius raise a eyebrow.

Charr grinned, eager to see the cocky punk be put in his place by Cassius. "Alright then. Show us all how it's done." He taunted a bit, smirking to his friend.

Cassius nodded once before rasing his hand in a salute as the cougar rose and santured over to him, grin still in place and cracking his knuckles.

The cougar was still grinning as he said, "Name's Ethan. Remember it." He slid into a fighting position, hands curling into claws that Cassius recgognized as the Tiger Claw. Cassius smoothly placed his arms infront of him before pulling his left arm back, hand balling into a fist while the right hand remained as it were; facing Ethan, palm open.

"Sure, whatever you say, Eric." Cassius smirked.

As he expected the kid sneered, eyes narrowing hatefully as he sprung at him, one hand punching forward for his jugular. He turned it away with a swipe of his arm while he snapped his other hand out to shove the younger man away. He tumbled away, arms waving.

Ethan's eyes winded. "The hell!?"

Cassius' flicked an eyebrow. "Is that all?" The soldier sprung against him once more. "Apperantly not." He said with a sigh before he repeled Ethan.

Again.

And again.

The fifth time the couguar came chareging, Cassius patience began to wear thin. He snatched Ethan by one wrist before flipping him over his shoulder, the youngster slamming into the floor with a deep thud.

"Perhaps you should change tactics? Try flanking maybe?" He let go of the arm still tightly trapped bewteen his hands. Ethan glared over his shoulder up at him, hands rubbing at the spots were Cassius grip had been locked.

It made Cassius shake his head with another sigh. "You're still just a brat. Get a hold of your temper, it will make you live longer, I guarantee it." He turned to leave only to hear Ethan spit at his back,

"What's the big idea? You think you're better then me? You—a fucking relic?!"

Cassius paid him no mind. The kid had issues that he wasn't intrested in hearing about. That, or he was spoiled rotten.

"Damn it you old bastard! Don't you DARE ignore me!"

"This fight is over, return to your seat please."

Cassius keen ears picked up the slick, smooth sound as the knife was pulled out, but he kept walking, pretending that he hadn't heard. He coulld easily avoid the knife but...what was the point? Would the kid learn anything from that? Most likely not.

He mesured the steps as Ethan drew closer, heavy footfalls like beating drums bounding towards him. He turned just as he felt the other feline drew closer. He froze. He'd made a mistake. He had been sure Ethan would strike at his waist but the knife came in too high. Time seemed to freeze and if he wanted to he only needed to exert a little bit of willpower and be gone before Ethan's mind could register it...But that would make him seem sucpicious in the eyes of everyone else in the room—

Charr the most. They couldn't know. No-one could know what he really was...

As the knife plunged itself into his shoulder almost to the hilt with a fiery, gut-wrenching pain that made him sick Cassius hoped that he'd made the right decision. For a few heartbeats the room was silent, as if everyone held their breath.

Ethan was the first to realize what he had done, a horrifed look swallowing his face and he stumbled back. "I...I didn't...Didn't mean..." He looked around, as if unsure where he was or what he was doing.

Cassius pulled the blade from his shoulder, not giving away any of the pain grinding into him on his face or voice as he said, "Here, I think this is yours."

Wet warmth rose over his shoulder in rippling waves, as if the skin moved on its own. A tremor went through his shoulder. With a thought he healed the deeper parts of it so there would be no scarring but left the higher portions open so it wouldn't stop bleeding completely. When he approched Ethan with the blade the soldier shrank back from him.

"I'm—"

"I hope you have learned something today, Ethan." Cassius said as he turned towards Charr. He saluted him again. "That is all I can offer today. May we continue this another day Serge?"

The leopard snapped back, a little distracted by the intensity of the situation. "Yeah. That'll be all for now. At ease," he saluted back.

As everyone left, Charr walked over to Cassius and Ethan, grabbing the cougar by the head and lifting him up, tightening his grip a bit. "This was meant to be a hand-to-hand session. Not knife-to -shoulder," he spoke in a low and ominous tone.

Normally anyone with half a functioning brain would've apologized then and there, but not Ethan.

Cassius snorted.

"Y...You're taking the outsider's side?!" Ethan's voice choked half in anger and half in panic. Spoiled little shit...Still, a part of Cassius admiered the guts. A little at least.

"C'mon Commander, no need to roughen him up, you'll just kill what little brain cells he have." He patted the leopard's shoulder with a grin. "Then again, you are the Serge, do as you wish." He whirled around and marched toward the doors he'd come through.

"I'll be in my quarters if anyone wishes to see me." He cast a coy look over his shoulder at the leopard who still had Ethan dangling like a sack of potatoes in his powerful hand.

"You should learn to show some respect. And when to shut the fuck up." With a powerful movement, Charr spun around and tossed the rambunctious cougar into a [padded] wall. Ignoring his screams and impact, Charr left and followed after Cassius, wanting to make sure he was alright.

* * *

"Honesty, Charr, I'm fine, it didn't get all that deep. I've had worse. Many times over." He said as he stopped in front of the door leading to his room. The leopard seemed adamant to check up on him and though he didn't mind it he knew the Serge had other things to do that required his attention more than a wounded shoulder. No point in preaching though. Cassius fished up his key and unlocked the door.

He shrug off his coat and tank-top, breifly toying with the hole made from the knife. He didn't mind that Charr was there, after all, the leopard had seen it all before, for three days straight in a hotel room on a tropical island, in fact. Besides, Cassius had never been shy about his body.

"Be honest here, did you just come here to watch me undress?" He cast a quick grin over his shoulder, all the while dabbing a cotton pad doused in rubbing alcohol at the wound on his shoulder. The sting from it not dampering his mood in the least.

”If I just wanted to watch you undress, I'd tell you to undress," Charr teased. "I make sure my comrades are okay."

The leopard approached him, holding the pad for him onto the wound with a surprisingly delicate touch. "Why didn't you dodge it? I know you could've. Were you just showing- off or something?"

Cassius scratched at his chin.”Ah, well , was trying to teach the kid a lesson, y'know?" He cast a curious glance over the shoulder but turned back in the same motion. "So what have you been up to? Besides teaching the greenhorns how its done?" He didn't mention Charr's gentleness, more because he was surprsied at himself for finding it as nice as unexpted.

"Just biding my time until I'm needed." Charr cleaned the wound pretty nicely before wrapping it up in some bandages.

”Well isn't that nice. " Cassius flexed his arms and back. Aside from a dull ache the wound didn't hurt terribly. Nothing he wasn't used to or could't handle. He turned around to take the other man in. Damn, he still looked amazing despite the time that had passed. He wished he could get another look at the leopard's ass. He didn't know however how he would bring it up respectfully and without appearing needy.

"So what do you do in your free time?" He said, finally, deciding for a simple approach.

"I play poker, I have sex, I fart...Gentleman stuff." The leopard teased with his brashness.

"You intresested in doing any of the two first things mentioned right now?" As he spoke, the black panther undid his belt and slid his pants down to the ankles to be easily kicked off. His simple, white boxers showed off an impressive equipment and an amazingly beefy ass to go with his toned, buff, muscluar body.

"Hehe. Well, we can't play strip poker when you already stripped.... Guess we'll have to skip to sex!" Charr teased before unexpetcedly tackling the other feline to the bed like a playful cat, grabbing at his own belt.

Cassius smiled as he stroked up the big cat's sculpted thighs and hips to squeeze at the toned, volumously muscluar butt. He felt his cock give a hard eager twitch, still confined inside his boxers. He tugged the Serge's pants along with his boxers down with a sharp jerk, fingers moving in to dig into the two fleshy ass cheeks.

"Oooh!" The sergeant gasped. "Straight to the point! You know that's how I like it." Charr growled as he whispered into his partner's ear. "You want my fat ass?"

"Yeah I want it...Fuck!" The black panther snarled hotly before he rapped one palm over the leopard's right buttock hard. "I want to fuck you so bad...!" Cassius felt himself reach full mast, the hot erection straining againt the boxers still around his hips. He panted hard, barely keeping himself from squerming around. It struck him then just how much he need it...How much he'd actually missed the other man; an equal in every way almost.

"Charr..." He ground his cock against the leopard's body, an tone of desperation rippling through every roll of his body. "C'mon, don't make me beg..." He huffed with a touch of annyoed arousal.

"Who's stopping you?" Charr wiggled his hips, shaking his large asscheeks. "Come and claim your prize." The leopard relaxed his body leaving himself at the mercy of his partner and his near primal urges.

"You sure? Its been a while, I don't think I can hold back." Cassius frowend as he started to position himself at the serge's entrance, starting to put the slightest of pressure and slide forward into the welcoming heat. "Fuck..."

In response Charr's sensitive hole puckered, inviting and teasing the other cat. "C'mon. I can't wait either."

That was more than enough resurence on his part. Cassius grabbed hold of Charr's ass and pressed inside in one firm thrust, teeth pressing together as firm hot sensation coursed over him. And then he was off and going, lower body thrusting all by itself, bucking wildly to slap against his partner's gorgous body and rump.

”Gahahah! You got no technique, eh? Can't control yourself? Didn't realize my ass was too good for ya!" His ass cheeks wobbled wildly as his body remained stoic. Looking back with a teasing smirk, he wags his tail playfully.

"Shut...Up." He punctuncted his words with a series of deep thrusts. Manly pride hurt, he wouldn't hold back if the leopard went there. Oh no. He smirked as he angled himself so he started to rub at the other man's prostate, it had the added benefit of causeing the alredy snug hole to tighten further.

For all his teasing it seemed that the serge hadn't gotten any in a while either.

However, the tightness caused Cassius to tense, face a grimace of focused pleasure.

The hot clutch at his cock made him grit his teeth harder, fighting for control that was rapidly slipping away under the heavy, intense sensations rollng throught his body.

"Ngh...Fuck, Charr, you feel even better than I remember..." He squeezed the large buttockts in greedy fistfulls as if to underline just how much he'd missed the feel of the other man. He slowed down, but kept his thrusts sliding yet hard and forecful, more technique than raw uncontrolled bucking.

Charr began to brace himself. He bucked his hips back against the thrusts for more pleasure on both ends. The bed started to creak under their jerky movements, the two of them bouncing to the same rythym. Charr had been teasing, but he was clearly having a fun time, feeling the firm pressure in his ass.

"Seems like someone's enjoying himself..." Cassius started to thrust faster, loving the feel and sight of the large leopard bounching in his lap. If this was the treatment he got after sparring he'd do it everyday. "I'm gonna go faster now, you ready for that, Serge?" Now it was Cassius' turn to tease as he pushed harder and quicker into his partner's ass.

"Bout time. Stop playing and give it all to me!" Charr playful commanded him. He felt his body bounce against the bed, like his body was not in his control. He lulled his tongue, panting a bit from the exhaustion.

Yessir!" Cassius tone matched his sweaty, smirking face as he rearanged his grip so he could more easily push Charr down and into his thrusts. The sound of their bodies clapping and smacking together wildly had started to fill the room as Cassius fucked the hunky leopard hard and fast, as if his life depended on it.

"Hnnng!" Charr could feel the intensity burning in his ass. He knew Cassius would blow soon, and so would he. There was no more teasing or delay; Charr couldn't hold it anymore.

"Go on, cum! Let it all out!” He let one of the large ass cheeks go so he could wrap a hand around the steely erection to help push it over the tiny edge it needed. He thrusts, hard, striking against the other man's prostate as his orgasm exploded out of him in a blissful wave of fire and heat-waves.

"Gaaaah!" Charr roared, instinctively humping against the bed, bouncing his hips in rhythm as best he could. His burst was massive, blasting onto the floor and against the sheets and on his legs, making it abundantly clear that he enjoyed and relieved himself.

The proof that he had done so well in satisfying the other man was a reward all by itself. Cassius smirked and gave the musclular ass another firm squeeze with both hands before sinking back against the matress, drained and panting.

Charr shot with a strong consistency, almost as if he was taking a piss. His semen burst onto the floor, pouring steadily as he emptied his balls with an intensive pleasure that could barely be described. His senses temporarily leaving him as he could only focus on his lust being satisfied.

"That look suits you, Charr..." Cassius smirked up at him with self-satisfaction on his whole face. "Didin't take someone like you for a celibate though..." His smirk winded before turning into a drowsy grin, eyes-half closing as the last twitches ran throuhout his member, still buried inside the serge.

"I can't let this blessed ass go to waste, now can I?" He wiggled his hips a bit, making his rump jiggle.

Cassius twitched , face brifley contorting. "Hey hey—Careful, I'm real sensetive right now." He gave one of the ass cheeks a lose smack, just because he could.

Charr's butt jiggled wildly. "Hey, you're doing it to yourself at this point!"

"Ngh..." Cassius smiled through a grunt. "Details, details..." One side of his face pulled up into a fanged grin. "Still got one more left in you, Serge?"

"Won't be as big or intense, but I could romp one more time."

It made Cassius hope that time would crawl an inch at a time, prologing his stay with his old friend as much a possible. He shoved thoughts of his eventual leave away and focused instead on giving his partner as much pleasure as possible as the bed's creaking and their groaning and grunts started to fill the room once more.

The pleasure was overwhling almost to the extreme but a thought lingerd still in his mind through it all, a question burning to be answerd.

...Am I getting in over my head?