Bramblepoint Okay, let's see what this thing can do.

There'd been a time when Stark was prone to flings. Some just for a night, some for a week or two - a couple that lasted for awhile longer. Rarely did he have something happen so quickly though, springing from simple greetings to following after someone with the promise of sex catching him. It was thrilling, to say the least, and it was something Stark couldn't quite say he expected. He licked his lips, the faintest hint of the man on his tongue from nipping him. 

It was hard for Stark to allow the male to pull him so close, his tail swaying out of the way finally as their hips were pressed against one another. The slow rocking motions of the other showed just how eager he was and Stark gave a low groan. He tensed, teeth grit together in anticipating for the uncomfortable sensation he knew was coming. A low growl left his lips, but he didn't snap at the male. He let his legs slide apart to make himself more comfortable.

After a few moments he started to relax, the stronger snaps of the male's hips starting to make it more enjoyable. Stark arched against him, jaw finally relaxing a bit as a few low moans left his lips.