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Authors: Deirdre O'Dare
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wait until tomorrow."
Zyl saw relief and something like contentment sweep over Carl's face, his human face. That his new friend had managed two shifts today with no help except for the spur of urgency boded well for his adjustment to his new status. However, for this evening, he hoped they might both stay in human form.
Intimacy between a male cheetah and a male ocelot could be a bit awkward. Few animals were really gay and Were-kind in their beast forms seldom acted on any such urges, either. Although there was no rule against it and their oath did not speak to the matter, there was still an unspoken agreement or stricture that was almost never violated. And sex between different species simply felt off-key, whether it was between male and female or two individuals of the same gender.
In the deepening dusk, Zyl laid his arm across Carl's shoulders. "I'm proud of you, you know. It won't be long before the take-charge personality of your cat-self infiltrates your human self and infuses you with new power and capability. You're using it already. You'll make a damn good spokesman."
Carl slid his arm around Zyl's lean waist. Together they strolled across the zoo to Carl's house and went in. An urgent excitement began to build in both of them. Zyl could feel Carl's tension and knew it matched his own. They stepped through the door after Carl unlocked it. Then he shoved it closed behind them. "Finally," he said.
Zyl didn't waste any time on words. The adrenaline rush of the fight still coursed through his body. Perhaps there was a flashback to the beast side where a battle for supremacy often preceded mating. The fact he and his chosen mate had fought, not with each other, but for the same side in the conflict didn't change the response. If anything, it heightened the effect.
He grabbed the shorter man and dragged him into a fierce embrace. When Carl tilted his face up, Zyl kissed him with a voracious hunger, demanding, devouring. Carl remained passive for a few seconds, then he began to give back as good as he got. Timeless moments later they broke apart, gasping for breath.
"Wow," Carl said, his eyes sparkling. "That was some kiss. Is that how shifters do it?"
Zyl cuffed his shoulder. "Smart ass. That's how I do it when I really need, really want, somebody. No more talk now. Get up against that wall."
They had retrieved their clothes on the way from the front gates to Carl's house, but neither had felt any need to put them on. That meant now there were no barriers. Just as well, Zyl thought. If either of them had been dressed, he would likely have demolished the garments. Patience was not his strong suit.
He followed Carl, who had backed up to the wall, to one side of the front door. The smaller man looked puzzled but eager. "Can I ask what you intend to do?"
"This." Zyl pressed against Carl, so nearly every bit of their bodies touched from toes to knees to groin, chest and faces. Zyl moved in a sinuous way, rubbing against Carl, letting their cocks feel the friction and roll against one another's upper legs and bellies. Although he was already so hard he ached, he'd keep going until he was sure Carl was in the same state. The other man began to moan, a low humming sound deep in his chest.
When he spoke suddenly, it caught Zyl by surprise. "Let me turn around and bend over a little bit. I want to feel you inside me, as deep as you can go."
Chapter 8
Zyl moved just enough to let Carl turn to face the wall. With both hands pressing against the surface a bit below shoulder height, Carl pushed his butt back toward Zyl. Taking his prick in one hand, Zyl rubbed it along the crease of Carl's ass, down between his upper thighs and back up past the opening.
"We need lube of some kind or I'll be tearing you up," Zyl said, his voice near a growl with tension. "What have you got?"
"On the table, the butter tub. It's the only thing I can think of."
Zyl gave a sharp laugh. "That's crazy, but it'll work." He stretched to
Zyl saw relief and something like contentment sweep over Carl's face, his human face. That his new friend had managed two shifts today with no help except for the spur of urgency boded well for his adjustment to his new status. However, for this evening, he hoped they might both stay in human form.
Intimacy between a male cheetah and a male ocelot could be a bit awkward. Few animals were really gay and Were-kind in their beast forms seldom acted on any such urges, either. Although there was no rule against it and their oath did not speak to the matter, there was still an unspoken agreement or stricture that was almost never violated. And sex between different species simply felt off-key, whether it was between male and female or two individuals of the same gender.
In the deepening dusk, Zyl laid his arm across Carl's shoulders. "I'm proud of you, you know. It won't be long before the take-charge personality of your cat-self infiltrates your human self and infuses you with new power and capability. You're using it already. You'll make a damn good spokesman."
Carl slid his arm around Zyl's lean waist. Together they strolled across the zoo to Carl's house and went in. An urgent excitement began to build in both of them. Zyl could feel Carl's tension and knew it matched his own. They stepped through the door after Carl unlocked it. Then he shoved it closed behind them. "Finally," he said.
Zyl didn't waste any time on words. The adrenaline rush of the fight still coursed through his body. Perhaps there was a flashback to the beast side where a battle for supremacy often preceded mating. The fact he and his chosen mate had fought, not with each other, but for the same side in the conflict didn't change the response. If anything, it heightened the effect.
He grabbed the shorter man and dragged him into a fierce embrace. When Carl tilted his face up, Zyl kissed him with a voracious hunger, demanding, devouring. Carl remained passive for a few seconds, then he began to give back as good as he got. Timeless moments later they broke apart, gasping for breath.
"Wow," Carl said, his eyes sparkling. "That was some kiss. Is that how shifters do it?"
Zyl cuffed his shoulder. "Smart ass. That's how I do it when I really need, really want, somebody. No more talk now. Get up against that wall."
They had retrieved their clothes on the way from the front gates to Carl's house, but neither had felt any need to put them on. That meant now there were no barriers. Just as well, Zyl thought. If either of them had been dressed, he would likely have demolished the garments. Patience was not his strong suit.
He followed Carl, who had backed up to the wall, to one side of the front door. The smaller man looked puzzled but eager. "Can I ask what you intend to do?"
"This." Zyl pressed against Carl, so nearly every bit of their bodies touched from toes to knees to groin, chest and faces. Zyl moved in a sinuous way, rubbing against Carl, letting their cocks feel the friction and roll against one another's upper legs and bellies. Although he was already so hard he ached, he'd keep going until he was sure Carl was in the same state. The other man began to moan, a low humming sound deep in his chest.
When he spoke suddenly, it caught Zyl by surprise. "Let me turn around and bend over a little bit. I want to feel you inside me, as deep as you can go."
Chapter 8
Zyl moved just enough to let Carl turn to face the wall. With both hands pressing against the surface a bit below shoulder height, Carl pushed his butt back toward Zyl. Taking his prick in one hand, Zyl rubbed it along the crease of Carl's ass, down between his upper thighs and back up past the opening.
"We need lube of some kind or I'll be tearing you up," Zyl said, his voice near a growl with tension. "What have you got?"
"On the table, the butter tub. It's the only thing I can think of."
Zyl gave a sharp laugh. "That's crazy, but it'll work." He stretched to
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