Misha started
panting softly but he still didn't make a sound. His eyes, however, glowed.
Ifan could see Misha's need shinning in the pale blue depths. The more he
touched and teased, the more blue bled out of Misha's eyes. It was fascinating
to watch.
"Watch me,
Misha."
Ifan wanted
Misha's eyes on him. He wanted to continue to see the desire burning in them
as he pleasured the man. Keeping their eyes locked together, Ifan moved down
Misha's body, planting a kiss here and there, a lick of his tongue. By the
time he reached Misha's cock, the man's eyes had turned white.
Ifan grabbed
Misha's ass cheeks and spread them apart. He suddenly found it difficult to
swallow when he got a good look at the sweet pink hole waiting for him. Misha
looked so tight that Ifan began to wonder if the man had ever been breached
before. Maybe he would be the first to bring pleasure to the sweet little man.
Ifan let his
tongue shift, going from human to the long, sandpapery one of a Siberian
tiger. Being as old as he was, Ifan was able to change different parts of his
body at will. He didn't have to fully shift.
Ifan dragged
his tongue between Misha's ass cheeks. A tangy burst of earthy flavors blasted
across his tongue. Ifan growled and did it again, wanting more. As addictive
as Misha tasted, Ifan saw a lot of ass licking in his future.
He knew Misha
liked it. The little man's body arched into the air and his hands grabbed
large handfuls of Ifan's hair. Ifan licked again and again, pressing in with
his tongue a little each time until Misha began to loosen up.
Ifan paused for
a moment and stroked his thumb over Misha's puckered entrance. He bit his lip
to keep from growling when it was sucked right in. Misha was going to be the
death of him. He just knew it. Misha's body was made for sex.
Ifan began
licking again, alternating between pressing his tongue into Misha's ass and
pushing his thumb in. After a few minutes, he moved to pressing his fingers
into the tight circle of muscles.
Once he could
safely get three fingers inside without hurting Misha, Ifan scooted up just a
bit. Misha's cock looked almost painful in its hardness. Drops of pre-cum
glistened on the purple mushroom shaped head.
Misha wasn't
huge, not by Ifan's standards, but he was the perfect size to be sucked, and
that’s just what Ifan did. As he shoved three fingers deep into Misha's ass,
he swallowed Misha's cock down to the root.
He winced when
Misha almost ripped out a handful of his hair. The man's body started bucking
against him, vibrating with need. Misha may have been silent but he had a
spectacular way of speaking. Ifan wanted to hear more.
He licked
Misha's cock like an ice cream cone, making sure he swiped his tongue over the
man's ball sac. When Misha started pulling more insistently on his hair, Ifan
sucked the man's entire cock into his mouth.
Misha arched
and stiffened. Ifan quickly backed up until just the head of Misha's cock
remained in his mouth. He thrust his fingers into the man's ass and curved
them until he felt the walnut sized gland in the man's ass.
Stroking that
sweet spot was like setting off a stick of dynamite. Ifan grunted as Misha's
legs came up and clamped around him. Sweet hot liquid filled his mouth. Misha
bucked against fan several times then went limp. His hands dropped down to the
bed. Even his legs fell to his sides.
Ifan glanced
up, concern warring with his need to keep sucking Misha's cock. Despite
Misha's sated state, his eyes still watched Ifan intently. Ifan groaned and
pulled his fingers out of Misha's ass. He scooted up and knelt between the
man's legs and reached for the bottle of lotion on the nightstand.
Ifan quickly
spread the lotion on his aching cock then dribbled some down between Misha's
ass cheeks. He dropped the bottle on the bed and reached for Misha, grabbing
the man by his hips and pulling him up until the head of his cock pressed
against Misha's puckered hole.
"You ready,
Misha?" he asked as he looked up.
Misha simply
stroked his fingers over the mating seal on Ifan's arm. Ifan took that as a
yes and pushed forward. His eyes dropped closed and his head fell back on his
shoulders as he sank into the tightest, hottest ass he had ever had.
"Fuck!" Ifan
shouted as his balls brushed up against Misha's body.
Never, in his
entire existence, had he felt such pleasure before. The tight muscles
surrounding his cock could make him to come without a single movement on his
part. They seemed to grip him, massage him, and keep him hostage inside
Misha's body.
Misha's legs
wrapped around Ifan's waist and he tugged on his arms. Ifan grinned and took
that as Misha's silent demand to move. Going slow just wasn't possible, not as
close as Ifan was to coming.
The pleasure
was pure and explosive. Each thrust sent Ifan higher. After a few moments, he
didn't know where he ended and Misha began. It felt like they were made to be
fit together, two molded halves of the same whole.
Misha's body
cradled Ifan perfectly, giving him just enough room to move. The man's legs
locked around Ifan's waist, his hips moving and lifting with each thrust.
Ecstasy started throbbing through Ifan. He could feel the head of his cock
expanding, ready to explode inside of Misha and claim the man as his.
Misha's eyes
glowed with an inner light as he tilted his head back and exposed his throat.
Ifan growled loudly and sank his teeth into Misha's neck just over the soft
pulse beating rapidly in the soft curve. Sweet hot blood filled Ifan's mouth,
the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. Ifan sucked more into his mouth.
A blinding
white light enveloped Ifan, exploding in his head. He felt a tether snap into
place between him and Misha as their souls entwined. Ifan was filled with an
amazing sense of completeness, something he had never really felt before.
"Yes!"
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