Emberwood (MATURE MATURE MATURE) Alarm clocks Screaming, Monsters calling my name

Editing to give the end an archive worthy conclusion.

Donovan’s body is one thousands degrees and he’s only getting hotter. His tail is curled tightly on his hips and it even dares to wave at the excellent display of the other males voice. The name that rolls off of his tongue is his own and his eyes flutter shut at just the sound of his voice. A single moment of silence after his sweet begging and then Donovan is slipping himself into the other male. One would think the tiger stripped behemoth would just take his own pleasure and be done with it. No, this is a fucking art and he’d be damned not to have the other enjoy themselves just as much as he does. 

So he slips in inch by tortuous inch. Stopping when he bottoms out and holding his place long enough that surely the other would start weighing against him impatiently. Believing the other ros strong enough to support more of his weight, he drapes himself over the tawny expanse of his back.

Lips go to his ear once more. “Oh yeah—.” He growls. “That’s exactly what I want to hear from you, darling.” 

Then he snatches up his scruff in his neck and he’s slamming hips against the others own at a brutal pace. Angling his hips in a certain way that would completely undo the male beneath him.

The debaunchery continues on for several minutes. Both of them thrown into a heated love making session full of teeth and rushed movements. They only speak briefly of each others packs, knowing the disagreements between them. Both promise to keep this their little secret. With final goodbyes, they depart. Each going on back to their respective homes. Memory’s the ethereal forest of weeping willows and Donovan the arid red sands of the Canyon. Perhaps they’ll meet again some day.