# The Abstinent Bet (Naughty Version)

Author: KnaughtyKat
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At The Black Whistle, a predatory leopard makes a bet he intends to win: corrupt the brooding pit bull wearing a purity ring at the end of the bar.

## The Abstinent Bet (Naughty Version)

**Content Warning** : Explicit sexual content, power imbalance, degradation, infidelity themes, emotional manipulation. This is the dark mirror version. All characters depicted are adults. Reader discretion is advised.

**DISCLAIMER**

This is a work of fiction. All characters, locations, events, and situations depicted are entirely fictional. All characters depicted are adults. ---

### Chapter 1: The Bet

_The bass thumped through the floorboards of The Black Whistle, rattling the liquor shelves, coaxing sweat from furred bodies grinding under dim red lights. Laughter and flirting spilled through the hazy lounge, but at the far end of the bar, sprawled over a velvet couch in the VIP alcove, a feline lounged with a drink in one paw and a grin curling his muzzle._

_Rafael Virelli was dressed to tease. A sheer black button-down hugged his lean chest, the top few undone to reveal soft spotted fur and the glint of a delicate gold chain along his clavicle. His slacks were tight, hugging hips with casual indecency, tail swaying off the side of the couch, flicking in time with the beat. One leg crossed, his heeled boot bouncing as he sipped his Negroni and let his golden eyes rake over the crowd._

_To his right, Sasha—a red vixen with a laugh like shattered glass—tapped her martini against his and smirked._

"You gonna pick one tonight, or just keep undressing everyone with your eyes?"

"I'm not a slut, darling," _Rafa said, turning his glass in lazy circles._ "I'm a curator."

_Of trophies. Of broken promises. Of men who thought they were stronger than want._

_Across the table, Nico, a dusky jackal with more piercings than sense, barked a laugh._

"That's what you said last week, and we still had to pull you off that stag in the bathroom."

"Correction," _Rafa drawled._ "You interrupted. I was moments away from enlightenment."

_Their laughter faded as Rafa's attention drifted past the dancefloor, beyond the haze and flashing lights, to the far edge of the room. The noise blurred there, shadows pooling around a lone figure at the end of the bar._

_A pit bull. Broad. Heavyset. Head low, drink in hand. Not scrolling a phone. Not chatting. Not trying to be seen._

_He looked planted. Like a tree refusing to notice the thunderstorm around it._

_The cut of his frame was honest, blue-collar. Muscular without showmanship. His flannel shirt stretched across broad shoulders, sleeves rolled up to expose thick forearms._

_The ring._

_Silver. Brushed. Subtle against dark fur but unmistakable, worn on his left hand, right where it counted._

_Rafa's tail froze. His pupils narrowed._

_Some men wore rings like armour. Others wore them like chains._

_This one wore it like a dare._

_Rafa had never walked away from a dare he could win._

"Oh."

_Nico followed his gaze and let out a low whistle._

"Oh shit. Is that—wait, is that a wedding ring?"

_Sasha shifted closer._ "Engaged, maybe?"

"Could be abstinence," _Rafa said, breath brushing the rim of his glass._

"Could just be a guy with class," _Sasha said._ "Or commitment issues."

"Or both," _Rafa said, eyes fixed now. His voice dropped into that lower register he saved for prey he hadn't decided what to do with yet._ "He's drinking whiskey neat, sitting alone, wearing flannel. That's a straight man trying very hard to look like he belongs."

_Sasha narrowed her eyes._ "You don't know he's straight."

"I don't," _Rafa admitted._ "But he's alone. He's coiled. Hasn't looked up once."

_Not from nerves or discomfort. Something quieter. A slow-brewing tension, like a storm front that hadn't found its lightning yet._

"I bet you anything he doesn't leave that seat unless someone tempts him hard enough."

_Nico raised a brow._ "You gonna take that as a challenge?"

"No," _Rafa said, tipping back the rest of his drink with a smooth flick of his tongue over the lip._ "I'm taking it as a bet."

_Sasha's smirk sharpened._ "Same stakes as last time?"

"Of course."

"Which were...?"

_Rafa stood, adjusted his cuffs, and let his eyes trail back toward the pit in the dark. His hips shifted into that slow, rolling sway that made people watch without meaning to._

"If I fail, I owe you both brunch. If I succeed..."

_He paused, eyes still fixed on the ring. The man. The question._

"You don't want to know what I'll make him do to that ring."

\* \* \*

_Rafa didn't go in for the kill. Not yet. The art of seduction, especially a delicate one like this, was more like tuning a violin than wielding a knife. Slow. Subtle. Make them wonder if they're chasing you._

_He eased onto the barstool two seats down from the pit bull. Far enough to feign coincidence, close enough to be felt. His cologne, dark cedar and smoke, slipped into the air. He didn't glance at Jax. Not yet._

_The bartender, a weathered panther named Mace, saw Rafa coming and didn't bother hiding his groan._

"Seriously?" _he muttered, sliding a napkin in front of him._

_Rafa smiled innocently._

"What? I'm thirsty."

_Mace shook his head, pouring his usual without asking: a Negroni, red and bitter, with a dried orange slice speared through a cocktail pick._

" **He's got a ring** , Rafa."

"Mhm." _The feline stirred the drink once, leisurely, eyes still fixed forward._ "So do I. It just happens to be in my nightstand."

_Mace set the glass down with a thud and shook his head, stepping away with a mumbled,_ "God help him."

_The pit bull didn't look over. But Rafa saw the shift: the faint tilt of a heavy head, the way one thick finger curled tighter around his tumbler. Deliberation. Stillness before a move._

_Rafa finally let his eyes drift sideways, just a glance. There it was: brushed silver, a clean band with one word etched on the flat face._

**Purity**.

_He didn't comment. Not yet._

_Instead, he took a measured sip of his Negroni and let the silence linger, thick and comfortable, before letting his voice cut through it. Low. Smooth. Just enough to bait without biting._

"You've been nursing that pour for twenty minutes."

_A blink from the pit. Head turned. Dark eyes met gold._

_There it was. The hesitation. The weight of needing an excuse._

"Whiskey's meant to be sipped," _the pit said finally. His voice was low, textured with the kind of drawl you only earn through heat and wood smoke._

_Rafa's mouth curved like a razorblade hidden in velvet._

"True. But when you grip it like that, it starts to look like you're afraid it might take advantage of you."

_No smile. But no retreat, either._

"I'm Rafa." _He didn't offer a hand. Just laid the name on the bar like a playing card._

_The pit's eyes dropped to his drink again._

"Jax."

_Jax. Like a hunting dog. Like something bred to be loyal._

_Perfect._

"Jax," _Rafa echoed, letting the name sit on his tongue. He drank. Let the silence ride out just long enough to tease discomfort before nodding toward the glint of silver on the canine's hand._

"That hers?"

_Jax's thumb brushed it reflexively. Just once. Like he was afraid if he didn't touch it, he might forget it was there._

"Yeah."

"Lucky girl." _Rafa's voice dipped, warm and unhurried._ "Or is it lucky you?"

_Let's see how it looks on me._

_Jax didn't answer. But Rafa didn't need him to._

_He shifted closer, just an inch, voice lower now._

"You know, it doesn't mean you're not allowed to feel things, right?"

_Jax blinked, caught. The first crack in the stone wall._

_Rafa showed teeth, unhurried and precise._

"You can be good," _he said, lifting his glass again,_ "and still be tempted."

_Jax shifted on the stool again._

_Rafa didn't even look. He felt it._

_The pit was starting to squirm. Just slightly. Something creeping up behind him that he couldn't name fast enough to dodge._

_Rafa loved that kind._

_He tapped the bar with two fingers, never looking away._

"Two more," _he said to Mace, who had the exhausted patience of a bartender who'd watched this act too many times._

"He's barely touched his first," _the panther muttered, already reaching for bottles._

"Now he won't have to," _Rafa said._ "I'm a gentleman."

_Mace snorted._

"It's going on your tab, sinner."

_Rafa's mouth twitched, eyes still on the pit._

"As all sins should be."

_That earned a quiet laugh from Jax. Short, rough, but real. Rafa filed it away like a favourite flavour: whiskey and hesitation. He watched the pit eye the fresh pour as it landed in front of him, amber and generous._

"I told myself just one. Just the one and home." _Jax said, half-apology, half-resolve._

"Now the universe's given you two," _Rafa said, tipping his glass toward him._ "Be rude not to accept the gift."

_Jax hesitated._

_Then lifted the glass._

_Downed the first one in a slow, solid swallow._

_Rafa's grin spread._

"Atta boy."

_They didn't talk right away. Let the music buzz around them, the bodies at the far end of the lounge blur into colour and shadow. Jax's second drink sat untouched for a beat longer, but his shoulders had dropped, his posture loosened. He'd started breathing with his chest instead of his jaw._

_Cracks forming. One swallow at a time._

_He tipped his glass toward the ring._

"So what's the story? Church camp pact? Promise to Jesus? Or just a very tight leash from a girl with control issues?"

_Jax chuckled, deep and low. Rafa clocked it: a sound he hadn't expected to give._

"It's more about what it means to her."

"And to you?"

_A beat. Then:_

"Discipline."

"Mmm." _Rafa's tongue dragged over his teeth._ "Discipline's sexy. But it's just obedience with better branding."

_Jax's forehead creased, just slightly._

_Rafa put his elbows on the bar, tail curling behind his stool._

"Tell me something," _he said, fingers tapping the rim of his glass._ "If you had no one to answer to..."

_A pause._

"Would you still be wearing it?"

_Rafa let Jax mull the question._

_The silence that followed was delicious. Not defensive. Not dismissive. Just complicated._

_The feline let it linger a breath longer before he moved._

_One slow slide across the bar stools, leather creaking beneath him as he shifted one seat over, closing the space between them until their elbows could brush if either dared flinch._

_Jax didn't pull away._

_That was all Rafa needed._

_He moved closer. Body heat radiating, the smell of him drifting in waves of spice, sweat, and something darker beneath._

_There, beneath the whiskey and the flannel, Rafa caught it. The sharp, honest musk of nervous arousal. The pit didn't know his body was already betraying him._

_Rafa did._

"I asked," _Rafa said softly,_ "because you touch that ring like it's holy."

_Jax's eyes flicked down—just for a second._

_Rafa pressed the opening, voice dropping into that register that wrapped around guilt like silk._

"But you came in here alone. You let someone buy you a drink. You're talking to someone who definitely isn't your girl."

_He lifted one paw and rested it on Jax's forearm. Fingers warm. Pads gentle. No grab. Just a presence._

"So, help me understand..."

_His other paw lifted, and this time he touched the ring. Right there on Jax's hand._

_One padded finger traced the edge of the metal, deliberate and teasing. His claws didn't scratch, but threatened to._

"You wear this like armour," _Rafa said, eyes locked to the word etched in the band: Purity._ "But you keep walking into places you know you shouldn't."

_Jax's breath caught. Rafa heard it._

"You trying to prove something?" _he asked._ "Or are you just hoping someone's bold enough to test it?"

_The pit bull turned, finally, to look at him straight-on. Eyes dark, jaw flexed, chest coiled._

_Rafa smiled. All low heat and gleaming teeth._

"Because if it's the second one..."

_His thumb slid across the top of the ring._

"You really should've picked a different bar."

* * *

### Chapter 2: Erosion

_The rim of the ring glinted again as Rafa's thumb traced it, reverent and possessive, and Jax held still like that hand was a flame pressed just above his skin._

_He didn't move. Didn't flinch. Didn't tell him to stop. His pulse was visible in the side of his neck, hammering above the collar of that flannel._

_Rafa let his paw slide away, trailing across Jax's knuckles as he reached back toward the bar. Tapped it twice._

_Mace raised an eyebrow from down the rail. No words exchanged. The order was understood._

"This really where you wanna go?" _Jax's voice had thickened with drink._

_Rafa's smile sharpened._

"This is where you came, darling."

_The glasses arrived with a soft clink. Rafa didn't even look at his. He picked up Jax's instead, held it out to him, palm under the base._

"You've already started this," _he said._ "Might as well see how deep the bottle goes."

_Jax hesitated. Just for a second. Rafa saw the flicker in his throat._

_The canine looked at the glass. At Rafa. At the ring on his hand._

_Then he reached out, took it, and drank. A full swallow, then another._

_Rafa watched it slide down his throat. Holy water in reverse._

_He set the glass back down with a dull thunk, licked his lips, and exhaled._

"That's better," _Rafa said, picking up his own drink now, golden eyes sharp in the low light._

_He just drank, deliberate, taunting, while Jax looked at the empty bottom of his._

"So," _Rafa said, setting his glass down with a precise little spin._

"How long's it been since someone looked at you like you weren't property?"

_Jax didn't answer._

_His hand drifted back toward the bar, fingers curling loosely around the empty glass like he might wring more from it if he held it long enough._

_Rafa moved closer. Not close enough to trap, but enough to make the air between them vibrate._

"That's what she sees, right?" _he said._ "Something she owns. Something she named and leashed and clipped with a little promise on your hand."

_His eyes flicked down to the ring again._

"But you weren't made to be still, Jax. I can see it." _A smile, crueler now._ "You've been told you're a fencepost."

_Jax's jaw moved. Just slightly. Rafa filed it and kept circling._

"When she's gone, when the room's quiet and the bed's cold and that hand's empty... you ever wonder what it'd feel like to be wanted instead of just promised to?"

_Jax turned to him finally. Eyes dark and thunderous, but not angry. Just strained._

"That what this is?" _he asked, voice quiet._ "You want me for the night, then I go home wearing this?" _He held the ring up. Not taunting. Just tired._

_Rafa's grin was predatory. Catlike. Beautiful and merciless._

"No."

_He reached up and brushed a finger just beneath Jax's jaw. Not enough to force the angle, just guide it._

"I want you to wake up tomorrow, still wearing it..."

_He closed the distance, breath brushing lips now, voice barely a thread between them._

"...and wondering if you'll ever feel this kind of heat again."

_Jax's jaw tightened. His throat worked hard around the quiet things he didn't say. He didn't pull away from Rafa's touch, not from the words, not from the heat curling around his ears._

_But he didn't lean in either. Just held still._

_Rafa pulled back. Just a fraction. Let the tension stretch like elastic but didn't let it snap. His paw drifted back to the bar. Tap. Tap._

_Mace's eyebrows went up again, this time with a sigh so deep it seemed pulled from the bones of every bartender in history._

"I'm starting to lose faith in your restraint."

_Rafa didn't look at him._

"You lost that the moment you hired me my first night drunk."

_The glasses came._

_Whiskey again for Jax. Negroni again for Rafa._

_The feline didn't slide the drink this time. He picked it up, held it by the rim, and placed it in Jax's hand. Firm._

"Drink it."

_Jax didn't meet his eyes._

_But he drank._

_A swallow. Then two._

_Then he set the glass down with more force than needed and ran a palm down his face, stopping just under his jaw._

_Rafa exhaled softly. Watched the door open itself._

"Better," _he said. Then moved close again, closer than before._

_His thigh brushed Jax's. Their knees touched._

_Rafa reached for Jax's chest. Two fingers pressed just above the collarbone, tracing the hem of that worn flannel, barely dipping beneath the open button._

"You're starting to loosen."

_His muzzle brushed the side of Jax's ear._

"I wonder how far I can unravel you."

\* \* \*

_Rafa's fingertips skimmed lower._

_Past the collarbone. Down the centre of Jax's broad chest, slow and deliberate, following the line where buttons strained over the pit's thick frame. The heat beneath the flannel was dense, real, burning. Rafa didn't unfasten a thing. Not yet._

_Jax breathed deep through his nose, shaky, as Rafa traced the line just above his sternum. He let it happen._

"God, you're solid," _Rafa said, almost reverent._ "Like if I shoved you, you wouldn't budge. I'd just bruise myself on the rebound."

_A flick of claws. Not enough to scratch. A tease, a test._

"You built this body for work, didn't you? Not display. Not ego."

_His muzzle brushed the curve of Jax's jaw now, the words dropping directly into his ear._

"So why the fuck are you letting me?"

_Jax didn't answer._

_His paws were on the bar now, tight, knuckles white, veins raised like ridges under fur. He looked straight ahead, like maybe he could ride this out. Like maybe this was still just conversation._

_But Rafa didn't let him off that easy._

_His fingers slid even lower now, down the slope of Jax's chest, past his ribs, a deliberate drag across firm abs until he hung just above the beltline. Heat and suggestion._

_That silver ring still on Jax's hand. Still visible._

_Rafa's other paw rose and gently took that wrist—the ringed one—and pulled it down off the bar, lowering it into Jax's lap._

_Right where his body was starting to respond._

"Look at it," _Rafa said low._ "Your good hand. The one that swore for her."

_A pause._

"Now look where it's resting."

_Jax's hand rested in his lap now—right over the bulge forming beneath his jeans._

_Still wearing the ring._

_Still pretending this wasn't happening._

_Rafa didn't let up._

_He watched the canine's eyes, fixed ahead, like the whole world might collapse if he acknowledged what was coiling in his gut._

_The feline's fingertips hung just above the buckle of Jax's belt._

_He pressed instead to the flat just above._

_A gentle palm, right over the meat of that pit bull's lower belly._

_Jax's stomach jumped._

_Rafa's voice dropped low._

"That pressure building? That's not sin."

_His thumb stroked in lazy circles over denim. Not cock. Just the space above it._

"It's proof you're still hungry."

_He pressed closer, muzzle brushing against Jax's. Their breath mingled now, damp heat passing back and forth between parted lips. Not quite a kiss. The space before it._

"You've gone your whole life believing that this," _his hand pressed firmer, drawing a grunt from the pit's throat,_ "was something to be avoided."

_He let that hang._

"I'm here to prove it's something to be fed."

_Jax's thighs clenched tight. His paw, the one with the ring, tightened over his own lap, trying to cover the shape now very much rising behind his fly._

"You want to know what this feels like, don't you?"

_Jax didn't answer. Just stared. Just breathed. A hard cock straining against jeans with no one left to blame but himself._

\* \* \*

_Rafa didn't wait for another drink. Didn't wait for permission or denial._

_The moment had gone quiet, the way the air does before lightning. Jax's mouth was parted, just barely, like he didn't even notice. His chest rose in waves. His thighs jumped. His hand, the one with the fucking ring, held his lap like it was the only thing keeping him grounded._

_So Rafa kissed him._

_Hard. Hot. Full tongue, no hesitation, mouth crushed to the pit's, hips sliding just enough to bring thigh against thigh._

_Jax didn't move. Not at first._

_Then his mouth opened. Just enough for Rafa's tongue to push in, curl, taste, and fuck, it was better than he imagined. Whiskey. Heat. Shame._

_Rafa moaned against him, low and deep, pouring it into the kiss. His paw never left the pit's lower belly, but his body pressed in now. Shoulder to shoulder. Knee pressed between Jax's._

_Jax made a noise, low, choked. His free hand grabbed Rafa's thigh like he needed something to hold. His hips jerked once, a spasm of confusion and need, and then his mouth moved. Kissed back. Teeth caught Rafa's lip wrong and they both flinched, but neither pulled away. Not skillfully. Not confidently._

_Rafa devoured it._

_Their lips slid, teeth knocked, breath tangled in hot bursts. When Rafa finally broke it, spit-slick, panting, gold eyes burning, he didn't give Jax time to recover._

"Your first kiss with a man," _he said through his teeth, forehead pressed to the pit's._ "Tell me that didn't wreck you."

_Jax's head fell back. His pupils were blown. His mouth hung open._

"Fuck..." _The word left him like air from a puncture._

_Rafa grinned._

"Yeah, baby."

"That's what sin tastes like."

\* \* \*

_Rafa didn't move away after the kiss._

_He lingered there, forehead to forehead, breath to breath, watching Jax unravel. The way his jaw set. The way his nostrils flared. The way his fucking thighs shook beneath the weight of his own denial._

_Then Rafa moved his paw. Lower._

_He cupped the pit bull's bulge through his jeans, firm and deliberate, and let out a low noise the moment he felt it._

"God damn, baby..." _he said, palm pressing just enough to make the thick shape jump under his touch._ "This what you've been hiding from her? From yourself?"

_Jax sucked air, choked and gut-deep. His hand shot out, grabbed Rafa's wrist like he meant to stop him. But he didn't pull. Just held it there._

_Rafa's nose bumped awkwardly against his chin before he found the angle, nuzzling his jaw, lips dragging down to his throat._

"You've been carrying this around for years, haven't you?" _His voice was a dirty, thick snarl now._ "So full, so needy, and no one's ever touched you like this."

_His fingers slid along the outline of the pit's cock, measuring, pressing. He traced the shape: the ridge of the crown, the weight of the shaft, the girth coiled behind thick denim._

_Jax made a sound he'd never heard come out of his own mouth before._

"Fuck," _he said, eyes shut, head tipped back like he couldn't look at himself._

"That's it," _Rafa said against his neck, tongue dragging through short fur._ "Let yourself feel it. Don't say a word."

_He squeezed again, firmer this time, and the pit buckled slightly. Just in the thighs. Just a flinch. But he let it happen._

_Rafa held on._

* * *

### Chapter 3: Room Six

_A throat cleared._

_Sharp. Dry. Deliberate._

_Jax jolted, his hand yanking away from Rafa's wrist like it had been caught in a trap._

_The feline didn't flinch. Just looked up, calm, and met the stare of the panther behind the bar._

_Mace stood there with a bar rag slung over one shoulder, glass in hand, looking worn the fuck out. His jaw moved once._

"You're doing this here?"

_Rafa's ears flicked. He smiled. Didn't break eye contact._

_He downed his Negroni in a single, practised tilt. The glass cracked as it hit the counter. Empty. Unapologetic._

_He turned back to Jax, reached for the full whiskey left untouched between them._

_Held it out._

"Finish it."

_Jax looked up, dazed, panting, lips parted like he'd forgotten he still had breath to waste._

"Rafa—"

"No questions, baby." _The feline's smirk returned._ "Drink it."

_Maybe it was how rough his cock still felt behind denim. Maybe it was the ghost of Rafa's touch still tingling through the fabric of his jeans._

_Jax drank._

_He swallowed hard. Finished it in two burning gulps. The glass thudded beside the empty one._

_Rafa's hand slid to the pit's thigh once more. Less a touch this time. More a claim._

"Good boy."

_Then he rose, fluid, hips swaying with that same cruel intention he'd walked in with. His tail brushed across Jax's chest on the way past. He didn't look back._

"Follow me."

_Jax sat still for a breath. Two. His hand stayed over the empty glass like it might offer him a better idea._

_It didn't._

_So he stood._

_And followed._

\* \* \*

_The hallway was narrow. Low amber sconces threw long shapes over velvet and brick. Jax followed on autopilot, heart thudding behind his ribs, each footstep louder than the music muted behind the walls._

_The air back here was thick with sweat and history. Heat, cologne, lube. Someone's muffled laugh bled through a wall two doors down. Rafa's tail swayed ahead of him, lazy, taunting._

_He didn't need to look back. He could hear the pit's heavy footsteps, the way his boot scuffed once on the floor like he almost stopped. Smell the nervous sweat cutting through that honest cologne._

_They reached Room Six._

_Rafa didn't knock. Just pushed it open, stride unbroken._

_Leather booth. Dim gold lights. Shadowed corners. The door clicked closed behind Jax with a gentle snap, sealing the world outside._

_Rafa turned._

_He crossed the space in three steps, hands to Jax's chest, pushing him back hard enough to land the pit bull into the booth seat with a grunt._

"Sit."

_Jax obeyed. Didn't even think about it._

_Rafa climbed up after him, one knee on the cushion, the other foot still planted for leverage. He straddled the pit's lap, slow and deliberate, slacks tight, shirt askew, breath already hot across Jax's muzzle._

"You came this far, pup," _he said._ "Don't look scared now."

_Jax's jaw flexed. Rafa ground his hips once across the thick, trapped bulge beneath his jeans._

"Fuck—" _Jax hissed._

"Mmh." _Rafa's lips barely moved._ "Exactly."

_He kissed him again. Harder. Tongue sliding in, lips slick with liquor and heat, one paw threading into Jax's collar, the other already dipping low to the beltline._

_Not undoing it yet._

_Just letting his knuckles drag._

_Jax let him. His thighs tensed. His cock strained. That damn purity ring still caught the light, a promise already breaking under pressure._

_Rafa stayed over him, knees spread to cage him in, thighs pinning the pit in place. He dipped close enough for breath to collide, for mouths to brush without kissing._

_His claws trailed up the curve of Jax's chest again, tugging at the flannel. Slow. Methodical. Like pulling up the corner of a map he planned to redraw._

"This shirt's cute," _he said, tugging at the hem._ "Says 'I'm a loyal boyfriend.'"

_Claws scraped buttons. Rafa's smile widened._

"Let's see what the sinner underneath looks like."

\* \* \*

_The shirt peeled open one button at a time, slow tugs, little pops of pressure as Jax's broad chest was bared to the low gold light. Thick fur. Defined muscle. A body built for labour, not for show._

_Rafa's eyes devoured him._

_Then his claws raked lightly up the pit's chest, slow enough to make him tense. His nipples peaked, fur shivering with friction._

_Jax's jaw went tight, eyes half-lidded._

"God, look at you," _Rafa said low._ "Built like restraint, sweating like a fucking whore."

_He kissed one nipple, slow and wet, then bit it._

_Jax jerked, a gasp bursting from his throat before it turned into a noise he didn't recognise. His hands flicked at his sides._

_Rafa didn't stop._

_He kissed lower, across ribs, down the belly, letting his claws drag as he sank until his muzzle hung right over the buckle of those thick jeans._

_One palm pressed to the pit's chest, holding him there._

_The other went for his belt._

_Click. Slide. Unfastened. Rafa's fingers fumbled once on the buckle, the only imperfection he'd shown all night, and then it was done._

_He didn't look up._

_Just lowered the zipper, slow, loud, dragging, until the teeth parted and the heat inside rolled out in waves._

_Jax's boxers were already wet. Tented heavy. Jumping._

_Rafa made a low, rolling sound in his chest, breath washing over the slick patch of damp cotton._

"You know what happens next, don't you?"

_Rafa didn't pull Jax's boxers down all at once. He peeled them. Slow. Drew them low just far enough to let that thick, flushed cock slap against his stomach, heavy, slick, already drooling from the kiss and the pressure and the weight of need the pit bull had denied for too long._

"Oh fuck," _Rafa said, staring._

_Jax made a noise, hips jumping once, but he didn't hide it. Couldn't._

_He was leaking, clear strands stringing down from the swollen head of his cock, smeared over fur, dripping onto his own belly._

_Rafa wasn't going to waste it._

_He reached up, grabbed Jax's left wrist, the one with the ring, and dragged it down until it hung right above the twitching, leaking tip of that gorgeous cock._

_Jax stiffened._

"R-Rafa—"

"Shh." _The feline's voice was barely there._ "Just watch."

_Rafa took the base of that thick shaft and milked it. A soft stroke upward, base to tip, coaxing a fat droplet of precum right from the slit._

_It welled. Shimmered._

_Rafa caught it with the ring._

_He turned Jax's hand, twisted his wrist, and rubbed the silver band right through the drool pooling at the head of his cock. Slow. Wet. Intentional._

_The engraved word—Purity—vanished under shine._

"There," _Rafa said, eyes locked on the mess._ "Now it means something real."

_Jax made a noise, rough and raw. But he didn't pull back. He watched Rafa take the ringed hand, still slick with his own arousal, and lift it toward his mouth._

_Rafa licked it. Slow. Tongue pressed flat to the ring as it dragged across the metal and the precum smeared over it. His eyes never left Jax's._

"Tastes like confusion," _he said, voice thick._ "And need."

_He licked again, slower. Circled the edge. Sucked the ring into his mouth for a moment, tongue flicking over the engraved lettering._

_When he let it go, spit strung in silver strands between his lips and the pit's fingers._

"Tell me she'd recognise you now."

_Rafa licked the last streak of precum from the band, lips shining, tongue slow. He held Jax's hand in his own, large, calloused, unsteady, and ran a finger along the edge of the metal once more._

"You don't deserve to wear this anymore."

_Then Rafa slipped it off._

_Right there. Lifted Jax's hand, pinched the ring, and pulled. It came free with a soft little slide, still slick from spit and precum and heat, still warm from the pit's body._

_Jax's breath hitched._

_Rafa held it up between them. Watched the amber light catch on the tarnished word. Purity. He turned it in his fingers, then slid it onto his own ring finger._

_Jax stared at it. His ring, his vow, his entire relationship, now wrapped around a stranger's finger. Something cracked behind his ribs._

"There," _Rafa said._ "Now it belongs to someone who knows how to use it."

\* \* \*

_Jax looked wrecked already. Mouth parted. Chest rising. No part of him hard to read anymore._

_Rafa lowered again._

_That thick cock still jerked against Jax's stomach, heavy, flushed, leaking. Rafa nuzzled the base first, breath hot, tongue dragging along the length, then licked upward, firm and hungry, coating it from base to crown with one long stroke._

_Jax let out a ragged noise._

_Rafa's ring-wearing paw wrapped around the base._

_The stolen ring._

_The promise._

_Now stroking him._

"Gonna make you come with my hand on your cock," _Rafa said against the crown, smearing slick against his lips,_ "and your promise on my finger."

_Then he took him. Slowly at first. Lips stretched around that girthy shaft, tongue pressed firm against the underside, head bobbing down until the pit's cock slid deep past his lips, down his throat._

_Jax choked on a moan, one hand flying to the back of Rafa's head, the other gripping the leather seat behind him._

_Rafa didn't stop. Just sucked. Hard. Deep. His jaw popped once, loud in the quiet, and he adjusted without breaking rhythm. That silver ring shining at the base of Jax's cock every time Rafa stroked him, fist slick and tight as his throat swallowed more._

_Spit smeared between them. His cheeks hollowed. Every suck came with a low noise that said_ this is mine now.

_A thin, wrecked noise escaped Jax's throat._

"F-fuck, Rafa, Rafa, I..."

"Yeah, baby," _Rafa said, lifting his lips just enough to pant against the crown._ "Let your purity pour down my throat."

_Rafa could feel all of it. The flinch in Jax's thighs, the shaking in his abs, the helpless way his hips tried to stay still while every nerve screamed to thrust. His grip was white-knuckled, one hand buried in Rafa's hair, the other still braced behind him._

_Rafa bobbed deeper, lips slick, ringed fist pumping in time with every pass of his mouth. He made a low noise around that cock, throat vibrating, tongue working, milking him with every suck._

"Fuuuck," _Jax said, voice cracking as his head slammed back against the booth._ "I can't..."

_Rafa's paw, the one with the stolen promise, gripped harder. He pulled off just far enough to pant against the head, tongue flicking over the slit as precum drooled freely across his chin._

"You will." _His teeth were bared._ "You'll fucking come. With your vow wrapped around my finger."

_He dropped his head again. One deep, greedy swallow. All the way to the base. Nose buried in the pit's trimmed fur, lips sealed tight._

_The knot. Big. Swollen. Desperate. It pulsed against his lips, trying to swell in, trying to lock, but Rafa's grip held it back._

_Jax grunted, his thighs tensed hard, that thick base swelling rapidly._

"Fuuuck," _the pit choked out._ "I can't..."

_Rafa pulled off just enough to pant over the knot, tongue dragging along the edge of that flare._

"You will," _he said through his teeth._ "You'll fucking come for me, knot and all, with your promise on my finger."

_Then he dropped again, deep, lips stretching wide as they sank just over the base of that swelling knot, sealing tight at the flare._

_Jax snapped._

"R-Rafa—I'm—fuck—!"

_His hips bucked once, shallow, reflexive, but Rafa held him down, one hand braced to keep that desperate knot from tying while the other pumped the base. Jax came. Hard. Thick, hot cum flooding Rafa's throat as the feline swallowed around him._

_That knot beat, trying to lock, stretching his jaw wide as the pit bull unloaded, pulse after pulse of seed sliding down his throat._

_When the final tremor rolled through, Jax slumped against the booth, chest heaving, legs shaking. His knot still thick, still pushing, swollen and denied but drained of every last drop._

\* \* \*

_Jax barely moved. He couldn't._

_His legs were jelly. His chest still heaved in ragged waves, the half-open flannel clinging to him like dead weight. His knot sat heavy against his belly, still engorged, denied its lock, slick with spit and heat. His cock twitched once. Spent. Soaked._

_Rafa rose. Slow and deliberate, peeling himself off the floor, hands dragging up Jax's thighs, claws tracing fur, lips wet, jaw slick. His golden eyes were wide with the high of it, smug, sated, still hungry._

_The ring still on his finger. Still wet._

_He straddled Jax's lap, knees on the seat, cock pressing into the pit's belly through thin slacks, knot just below._

_He bent down until his mouth hung right above Jax's. Breath hot, lips parted, spit and cum still coating his tongue._

"Taste what you did," _he said._

_He kissed him. Hot, wet, thick with everything Jax had left in him. Rafa opened his mouth wide, tongue sweeping in to flood him with his own climax. Their teeth clacked. Their breath tangled. Jax coughed against his mouth, the taste too much, then swallowed anyway. He let out a noise, guttural, confused, needy, and Rafa caught it on his tongue._

_The kiss turned dirty fast, sloppy, deep, no air between them, Rafa's tongue dragging over the pit's like he was planting his flag in the wreckage._

_Jax kissed back. He made a noise into Rafa's mouth, clutched at the feline's hips, pulled him closer, even as he tasted himself on Rafa's lips, even as the ring he gave to someone else rubbed across his chest with every grinding movement._

_When Rafa finally broke it, panting, glassy-eyed, still pressed chest-to-chest, he licked his lips once and smiled._

"Better than any prayer you ever said with that ring on."

* * *

### Chapter 4: Claimed

_Back in the VIP alcove, Sasha swirled her martini and smiled at the backroom door._

"Think he's crying yet?"

_Nico snorted, pierced ear flicking._ "Crying? That pit's not the crying type. Bet he's still trying to figure out how a cat got his ring off before his pants."

_Sasha laughed, sharp and delighted._ "Rafa always did like a challenge. Remember the wolf from last month? The one with the cross necklace?"

"Still texts him."

_They clinked glasses, amused and merciless._

"That pit's not just a notch," _Sasha said, watching the amber light flicker under the backroom door._ "He's a trophy. Rafa's going to wear that ring for weeks."

_Nico turned his head, considering._ "Think he'll break?"

"Oh, honey." _Sasha's smile curled._ "He already has. He just doesn't know it yet."

\* \* \*

_Jax sat slouched deep in the booth, arms splayed wide, his chest rising in uneven heaves. Shirt open. Jeans unzipped. Boxers soaked and shoved halfway down his thighs. His cock still jerked faintly, knot flushed, beating against his abs._

_His muzzle stayed parted. His eyes locked on Rafa._

_Who sat perched across his lap again, one hand on Jax's shoulder, the other resting low on his bare chest, right over his heartbeat._

_The ring sat there. Silver. Tainted._

"I should feel worse," _Jax said. Quiet. Voice cracked._

_Rafa let that hang for a moment._

"Do you?"

_Jax stared at the ceiling._

"No."

_Rafa smiled._

"That's not sin, Jax." _He pressed their foreheads together._ "That's honesty."

_Jax swallowed hard, jaw flexing beneath Rafa's palm. His cock didn't get soft. Not fully. His knot still ached, insistent, needy._

"What does that make me?" _he asked._

_Rafa kissed his cheek. Soft this time._

"Mine."

\* \* \*

"Still so fucking tight..." _Rafa said low, claws dragging over the thick rise of Jax's thighs._

_The pit shifted beneath him, legs still spread wide, knot flinching, belly rising and falling like he'd just finished sprinting._

_Rafa wasn't done._

_His own cock, feline, smooth, barbless, stood stiff beneath the tight slacks, a sticky patch already spreading where precum leaked through. Jax was drained. Loose-limbed. Vulnerable._

_Rafa slid down his lap again, paws dragging with him, claws grazing over Jax's hips, thumbs hooking into boxers and denim still pooled halfway down those powerful legs. He pulled them off. One ankle, then the other._

_Jax was naked now. Fully. Exposed in the golden light, chest rising, thighs shaking, cock softening just barely, but that thick knot still flushed, throbbing weakly._

_Rafa turned the pit gently, paw on his chest, then one behind his neck, guiding him down onto the booth seat until he was reclining back, then lifting his legs._

"Wait," _Jax started, breath catching._

"Shh," _Rafa said against his thigh._ "Just relax. I'm gonna make you feel fucking divine."

_He spread him._

_Lifted Jax's legs up, folded over thick thighs, spreading the pit open until his ass was bared to the warm air, tight, untouched, slick with sweat._

_Rafa made a low sound._

"God, this ass... baby, you were made to be ruined."

_He didn't tease. He leaned in and licked._

_His tongue pressed flat between those thick cheeks, one long greedy drag from taint to rim. Jax shuddered, his whole body arching, arms scrambling to grip the leather beneath him._

"F-fuck—Rafa—!"

"Yeah," _Rafa said through bared teeth, digging his claws into those thick thighs to hold him open._ "Say my fucking name while I tongue this virgin hole."

_He spit, watched it drip over the entrance, then licked it up. Messy. Nasty. The rim jumped under every stroke, and Rafa gave it more. His tongue pushed in, just the edge at first, then deeper, curling into that untouched ring as wet noises filled the booth._

_Jax writhed, panting, one paw gripping the leather._

"Holy—fuck—this feels—"

"Better than prayer?" _Rafa teased, licking deeper._

_He was purring now, a deep rolling sound that vibrated through his throat and against Jax's rim, making the pit jerk with every stroke._

"I can feel it in my spine—"

"I know, pup," _Rafa said against his hole._ "No one's ever done this. No one dared."

_His tongue plunged in rhythm now—in and out, curling just enough to stretch him, fuck him, open him. The pit's cock had started to harden again, knot swelling with every obscene flick of tongue._

"You're sucking me in, baby," _Rafa said._ "This ass is greedy. You didn't know, huh? What your body really wanted."

_He held tighter, hands under Jax's thighs, holding him open, tongue fucking with reckless abandon until his jaw was soaked with spit and sweat._

"Gonna have you so loose for me," _he said,_ "I'll slide in like a fucking dream."

_He pulled back. Just enough to look._

_Jax's hole was wet now. Open. Ready._

_Rafa dragged a finger down, his ring finger, the one with the stolen vow still glinting on it._

_He pressed it against the pit's hole, just lightly._

_Jax let out a long, deep noise._

"You feel that?" _Rafa said against his inner thigh._ "That's what you gave to her."

_He pushed in just the tip._

"And now it belongs to me."

\* \* \*

_The pad of Rafa's finger pressed in slow. So slow. Just the tip breaching Jax's rim. The ring grazed the stretched skin, slick with spit and the wet heat of the pit's loosened entrance. The silver glinted once in the amber light, and then it disappeared inside him._

"Fuck," _Jax gasped, voice high and raw, thighs jerking where Rafa held them open. His hole fluttered around the intrusion, clenching tight on the digit._

"Shhh." _Rafa pressed deeper, his ring sliding in with a soft little click, the engraved word Purity vanishing inside the virgin he'd already swallowed down once tonight._ "You're doing so fucking good, pup. Just breathe."

_Jax panted, open-mouthed, eyes glazed, hands gripping the back of his thighs like he needed something to ground him._

_Rafa licked a slow stripe across the pit's inner thigh, then curled his finger just slightly, letting that ringed knuckle drag along sensitive walls as he began a slow, steady rhythm._

_In. Out. Wet. Filthy._

"Every stroke," _Rafa said low, his breath brushing Jax's taint,_ "is another prayer you won't be able to say without remembering how this felt."

_Jax whimpered._

"I can feel your heart beating in this hole," _the feline went on, finger thrusting a little faster, the wet sounds obscene._ "You're already begging without words. Wanna know how I know?"

_He added a second finger._

_Slower this time, spreading that tight rim, the ring rubbing inside him with every curl. Rafa kissed Jax's balls, licked beneath them, pushed deeper._

"Because your cock's getting hard again."

_It was. Jax's shaft had thickened again, rising slow with every breath, knot swelling anew. Precum wept from the tip, uncontrolled, and Rafa laughed low into the sweat-slick fur of his groin._

"Told you your ass was greedy, baby. You'll be clenching around my cock before the next Amen."

\* \* \*

_The room was thick with heat and sweat and breath._

_Jax lay flat on his back, thighs pinned up, hole spread wide with two fingers working deep, slick, curling, relentless. His eyes had rolled back once already. His tongue kept flicking out to wet lips gone dry from panting._

_He could only feel. Rafa's hand gripping his thigh. Those two fingers inside him, thick, steady, pressing to places he'd never known existed. The cool kiss of silver every time the stolen ring scraped just enough to remind him._

_Rafa's tongue dragged up his taint again, breath hot, jaw wet. He drove the fingers in just right, slow, deep, then tilted them upward._

_Press._

"FUCK—!"

_Jax snapped. His hips jerked, ass clenching so tight around Rafa's fingers it made the feline let out a noise. His cock jumped, precum spurting across his belly, and his head slammed back against the leather._

"There it is," _Rafa said._ "Your button. The one you never knew about."

_He rubbed it._

_Once. Twice._

_Just enough to feel Jax start to quiver. His knot pulsed. His toes curled._

_Then slowly, cruelly, Rafa pulled his fingers free, stretching the rim as they left, watching it clench around nothing._

_Jax moaned, a low broken thing, like the absence hurt more than the stretch itself._

"Good boy," _Rafa purred, standing now. He licked one finger clean, slow, deliberate, eyes locked to Jax's. Then glanced to the silver band on his other hand._

"That ring's gonna smell like your ass by morning."

\* \* \*

_He turned, slow hips, slinking tail, and stepped over to the drawer just beside the booth. Sleek panel. Small handle._

_He pulled it open. Condoms. Toys. Lube._

_He grabbed the bottle. Popped the cap. Let the clear slick drip into his palm._

_Rafa's cock stood proud, curved upward, already drooling at the tip. Smooth and flushed, barbless but thick enough to matter._

_He coated it in long strokes, slow, firm. Showing Jax exactly what was coming._

"Turn around."

_Sharp and low._

_Jax blinked up at Rafa. Sweaty, glazed, already stretched and slick, his cock flinching weakly where it rested against his thigh._

"W-what—?"

"On your hands and knees, pup."

_Rafa's paw was already on his hip, firm, steady, not asking. Something inside Jax moved. That quiet, shaking space that used to be filled with belief, now crushed under want._

_He obeyed._

_Turned over. Palms to leather. Knees wide on the booth seat. Back arched._

_He was presenting._

_Rafa made a low noise as he stepped up behind him, lube slicked over his cock, his ringed hand gripping Jax's ass and spreading him wide._

"Fuck, you look good like this," _he said._ "Like a proper mutt."

_Jax's ears flicked back, breath shaky, thighs unsteady. His hole moved, slick, stretched, open._

_Rafa spit again._

_This time right between those cheeks, thick and lazy, watching it drip down until it smeared across that rim. He grabbed the base of his cock with his other hand and pressed the head against it, slick and hot, rubbing slow little circles that made Jax whimper._

"You're gonna take this like a dog."

"Y-yeah—"

"No." _Rafa leaned in, muzzle brushing the back of his ear._

"Say it right."

_Jax swallowed hard, shame and need tangled in his throat._

"I'll... I'll take it like a bitch."

_Rafa's breath caught, cock jumping in his grip._

"There's my good boy."

\* \* \*

_Rafa looked down at the pit bull's spread ass. Thighs parted, back arched, hole slick with spit and lube._

_He gripped Jax's hips tight, one hand bare, the other still wearing that silver purity ring pressed firm against skin that was going to remember this._

"Good boy," _Rafa said again._ "Stay right there."

_He lined up._

_The head of his cock, thick and barbless, nudged against that loosened rim. He felt the heat radiating off it, the tightness, the way it quivered under pressure._

_He pushed. Slow at first. Just the tip._

_The virgin hole resisted, tight despite all the work, but it was wet and open. The angle was wrong at first; Rafa shifted his hips, adjusted, tried again. The head popped in with a soft wet sound that made Jax choke on a noise, his body jerking beneath the weight of it._

"Fuck—oh my—fuck—Rafa—!"

"Yeah, baby," _Rafa said, gripping his hips harder._ "That's it. That's my hole now."

_He sank deeper._

_Inch by inch, his cock disappeared into the pit's tight, clenching ass, sliding through the mess of lube and spit and heat until he bottomed out with a low, animal noise._

"So fucking tight—Jesus, Jax—"

_Jax's arms shook under him. His body strained to stay upright as he felt himself filled completely for the first time. His knee slipped on the leather and he caught himself, grunting. He couldn't speak. Could barely breathe._

_Rafa pressed forward, chest to the pit's back, breath steaming against the side of his neck._

"You're not wearing that ring anymore," _he said against Jax's ear,_ "because I am. I'm gonna fuck you until your body forgets what it was ever meant to protect."

\* \* \*

_Rafa didn't rush. Not at first._

_He pulled back, slow, so fucking slow, feeling every clench, every shaking inch of that freshly opened ass squeeze around his shaft as he drew out to the tip._

_Jax moaned. Loud. Raw. Almost confused by how much it already hurt so good._

_Rafa slammed back in._

_One hard, wet, solid thrust._

"Ah, fuck," _Jax shouted, bracing against the booth, arms locking under him, back arching as Rafa's cock buried itself to the hilt, hips slapping skin in a sound that bounced off the walls._

"Mmm, yeah," _Rafa said, fingers biting into the pit's hips._ "So tight, so fucking good. Like this hole was just waiting for me."

_He rolled his hips again, grinding this time, deep, feeling that slick ring of muscle ripple around him._

"This was supposed to be her, wasn't it?" _Rafa said in his ear, fucking him through every word._ "You saved yourself. For her."

_Thrust._

_Thrust._

"Thought you'd be whispering love while she rode your cock instead of—"

_Thrust._

"getting railed like a bitch in a bar's back room by a stranger with your fucking ring on his finger."

_Jax's face pressed into the seat. The leather squeaked under their shifting weight. Rafa's cock slammed home again, harder, faster, the slick sound of it growing louder, wetter, filthier._

"Say it," _Rafa snarled, slapping his hips against that firm, round ass._ "Tell me what you are now."

_Just panting. Shaking breath._

_Then Jax said, choked, ruined:_

"Yours—"

"Louder."

"I'm yours!"

_Rafa purred, hard, cock jumping deep inside that stretched, slick hole._ "That's right. Not hers. Not anymore. This ass? This ring? This fucking mouth?"

_He reached forward, grabbed Jax by the jaw, twisted his head just enough to kiss him hard, dirty, open-mouthed, tongues colliding as his cock pounded home over and over._

"All fucking mine."

_He couldn't stop. Not with the way Jax's hole gripped his cock, sucking him back in with every thrust._

_He grabbed him by the scruff._

_Thick fingers tangled in Jax's neck fur, fisting it tight, yanking him backward into every thrust like he was nothing more than a toy._

"Rafa—!"

"Shut up," _he snarled into the pit's ear, cock hammering inside him now, finding that spot, that goddamn prostate, and grinding right into it._

_Jax screamed. Loud, broken, with no shame left in it. Only need and overstimulation and a knot aching to spill again._

"You feel that?" _Rafa said, pressing deep, letting the head crush into that spot over and over._ "You're dripping down my cock and I haven't even filled you yet."

_His rhythm turned vicious. Hips slapping harder, the slick snap of cock into hole echoing off the velvet-lined booth, grip locked around Jax's scruff like a leash._

"Gonna breed you, pup," _he said, voice feral, shaking with how close he was._ "Gonna fucking ruin this ass and leave you dripping like the bitch you swore you'd never be."

_Jax's voice was nothing but broken sound now. Words long gone. Every breath a gulp for air as his back arched under the brutal rhythm._

_Rafa slammed in. Hard. Deep. One final thrust, hips crashing against Jax's ass with a wet, fleshy smack that shook the seat beneath them._

"Take it." _Jaws bared. Eyes wide._

_He came._

_His whole body locked. His claws dug furrows into the leather beside Jax's hip. He jerked forward with a low, animal noise, cock buried to the hilt, tip pulsing against that prostate as he unleashed, thick, hot ropes of cum pouring into that freshly claimed hole, spilling deep, filling the pit from the inside out._

_Jax gasped, a helpless shudder as he felt it. The heat. The weight. The way it soaked his walls, dripped out around Rafa's cock even as the feline held him there, knotless length flinching with every last pulse._

_Rafa didn't move. Just ground his hips forward, slow, fucking that load deeper with lazy thrusts, rubbing against Jax's raw insides as his own orgasm dragged out, long and hot._

_He let go of the scruff and dropped heavily over the pit's back, panting into his shoulder._

"That's what purity tastes like to me."

_The ring flashed between their bodies. Slick. Tarnished._

* * *

### Chapter 5: To Purity

_Rafa didn't pull out right away._

_He stayed there, buried balls-deep in the pit's gaping, leaking hole, hips grinding just enough to milk out the last of his load. Sweat ran down his back. His thighs shook. The only sound in the room was breath. Wet. Shaking._

_Jax was silent now._

_Body limp, chest heaving, forehead pressed to the leather seat as his ass leaked, cum already starting to ooze out in slow, sticky drips._

_Rafa finally eased back, slow, pulling his cock free with a slick, obscene schlurp. Cum followed. It spilled from Jax's hole in a heavy, shining line, trailing down his thighs, painting the inside of his cheeks._

"Look at that," _Rafa said, staring at the mess._ "You're dripping already. All that saving yourself, and now you're full of me."

_He reached down with two fingers, the same ones he'd used to open him, still wet, still wearing the ring. Pressed them to Jax's hole again, gathering the cum, smearing it around the rim, coating that silver band until it dripped._

"Turn over, pup."

_Jax didn't argue. He moved slow, dazed, wrecked, letting Rafa guide him onto his back again. Legs splayed, cock soft, eyes half-lidded._

_Rafa held up the hand, the ring smeared with his own seed, thick and milky, dripping toward his palm._

"You remember what this meant?" _he asked, stroking his fingers slowly, letting the mess pool in the curve of the band._

_He brought it to Jax's lips._

"Lick it."

_Jax's eyes widened, just a fraction. But his mouth opened. Slow. Obedient._

_Rafa slid his fingers past his lips. Ring first._

_The pit suckled. Slow. Tongue tracing the inside of his own vow. Cleaning the edges. Swallowing everything Rafa gave him._

"Good boy," _Rafa said, voice hot and dark, watching his bitch drink his sin._ "Now you're clean again."

\* \* \*

_Jax didn't speak. He lay sprawled across the booth, thighs still parted, ass still leaking, hole clenching faintly with the ghost of Rafa's cock. His chest rose in slow, heaving waves. His tongue flicked out, like his mouth still remembered the taste from that slick-soaked ring._

_For a moment, something flickered across Rafa's face. The pit's eyes were wet. His breath came in shudders. He looked like a man who'd lost something he didn't know he was holding._

_A kinder cat might have touched his cheek. Said something soft._

_Rafa smiled instead. He didn't even look winded._

_The feline stood tall, bare-chested, cock still damp and half-hard as he grabbed the pit's discarded underwear from the floor. Held them up between two fingers, drenched, used._

"Tidy little thing, aren't you?" _Rafa said._

_He brought the briefs to his cock and wiped himself off. Slow. Lazy strokes, dragging the fabric along the slick curve of his shaft, cleaning spit and cum and sweat without a hint of shame. He twisted the cotton and ran it through the cleft of his balls, down to his thighs, even across the insides where the pit's scent clung._

_When he was done, he balled them up and tossed them into Jax's lap._

"Memento."

_He redressed with unhurried precision. Buttoned his shirt, slid up his slacks, smoothed every crease with elegance that didn't belong in a backroom afterglow. One last check in the mirror above the booth. He fixed his hair, rolled his neck, let the sweat fade into the silk of his collar._

_Then he looked down._

_Jax hadn't moved. Eyes low. Mouth open just a breath. The blush still hadn't faded from his chest. His cock lay soft now, flinching with overstimulation. His ass was still parted by the way his hips had settled, leaking down the leather beneath him._

_Rafa smirked._

_He brought his hand up, the one still wearing the silver band. It gleamed, cleaned by a tongue that once belonged to vows._

"I think I might keep this, Jax."

_The pit just looked at him, too far gone to answer._

"It suits me," _Rafa said. He bent down, thumb brushing a stray streak of cum from Jax's chin._ "If you ever need another cleansing..."

_He turned._

_One hand on the door._

_A wink over his shoulder._

"You know where to find me."

\* \* \*

_The door to the backroom clicked open on a soft hinge._

_Rafa stepped out, shirt pristine, hair tousled just enough. He rolled his shoulders as he emerged into the hallway's red light, tail swaying behind him._

_Nico was leaning against the wall. Sasha sat perched on the edge of a low velvet bench, swirling her martini with one clawed finger._

_Both looked up._

_Both grinned._

"Let me guess," _Nico drawled._ "He gave you the ring and begged to be bred."

_Rafa didn't answer right away._

_He just held up his hand, fingers spread, the silver band shining under the crimson light._

_Sasha laughed, low and delighted._ "Oh, fuck me. You actually took it?"

_Rafa shrugged._

"Would've been rude to leave it behind."

_Nico raised a brow._ "How's he doing?"

"Leaking," _Rafa said simply._

_They both laughed._

_Sasha raised her glass._ "To corruption."

_Rafa clinked the tip of his ring against it._

"To Purity."

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/mW3Kv5Qm
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