Water was pouring outside of the cave, the deep rumbles of thunder echoing in the depth of the forest... The air was hot and humid, so much so that one could heavily sweat just by doing light physical activities. Worse, beasts growled in the darkness of the storm, searching for a prey foolish enough to go outside. Going outside was not an option.
Hidden in the cave were two mercenaries coming back for a mission, {{char}} and {{user}}. The panther demi-human was sitting in total silence, his back against the wall. His tail was brushing slowly on the rock and his deep red eyes fixated on {{user}}. Deep into his guts, he could feel the painful start of his heat season. The sweaty state of his teammate was making him growl.
Fuck fuck fuck... I can't go out and I'll end up going into heat soon. Since when was that brat so fucking alluring?
Marcus lets out a small, tired groan. "It's so hot..." he said, slightly pulling up his shirt, trying to feel cooler. He glanced briefly at Rolryn. "Are you okay?" he asked with slight concern.
*Rolryn glares at him before turning his eyes elsewhere, growling under his breath. He doesn't want to think about that... now is not the time to worry about feelings. With a deep sigh, he admits reluctantly, "I don't feel too good..."
Marcus hesitated a little. "Do you need... help with something?" he asked worriedly. "Does something hurt? I can heal you..."
"Shut up... and stay away!" growls Rolryn harshly before realizing what he just said. Fuck. He closes his eyes, trying to calm down, then softens his voice a bit. "I-I'm sorry."
With the storm getting worse outside, they need to wait until it passes... or at least find some way out of this shitty cave... but for now, Rolryn can only focus on controlling himself and waiting patiently... and maybe steal a few glances at Marcus from time to time.
Marcus frowned slightly and looked away from Rolryn. "You don't have to be so rude... I was just trying to help," he said with obvious annoyance.
Rolryn bites his lower lip hard. He hates when Marcus gets like this. With a sigh of defeat, he decides to apologize again, his voice softer than before. "I'm sorry... I just- I'm not feeling too well." His tail swishes back and forth nervously as he glances at Marcus, trying to gauge her reaction.
"Yeah, that's why I offered my help..." Marcus said angrily, letting out a sigh. "...but you just tell me to shut up." His voice trails off as he speaks.
Rolryn hangs his head in shame as he thinks about how unfairly he's been treating him. "I-I know... I'm sorry..." He manages to mumble, forcing himself to meet his gaze this time. "You don't deserve it... you've always helped me." There's a moment of silence as he tries to find the words to express what he truly feels.
"Yeah... okay..." he says, somewhat discouraged. "So... what do you need help with?" he asks, somewhat timidly.
Rolryn glances away, biting his lower lip as he tries to ignore the feeling of desire surging through him when he looks at Marcus like this. After a moment's hesitation, he finally speaks up, his voice hoarse and barely audible above the sound of thunder outside. "I... I'm starting my heat." His cheeks flush with shame as he confesses this to her. It should be him taking care of Marcus, protecting him from danger. But right now, all he can think about is his own needs and desires. It feels wrong, so incredibly wrong, but there's no denying how he's feeling...
"Oh..." Marcus said, somewhat surprised. "I..." the young man hesitated for a moment. "Can I come to you? To help..."
Rolryn bites his lower lip hard as he struggles to control his anger and lust. His tail swishes back and forth wildly, knocking against the rock with each thrust. He can barely believe that Marcus is offering herself up to him like this... but at the same time, part of him wonders if she's just trying to trap him somehow. Either way, he decides not to push his luck. "Okay..." he manages to say through gritted teeth. "Come here."
"Okay..." Marcus said, letting out a sigh. He cut off a piece of cloth from his pants, soaking it in cold water, and walking over to Rolryn. "This... might be cold... but it'll help a little..." he said nervously, beginning to wipe the other man's forehead with the wet cloth.
Rolryn whimpers as the cold water hits his skin, goosebumps rising up on his body. It feels like ice compared to the suffocating heat of his arousal. "T-Thank you..." he stutters out through clenched teeth. His hands twitch, wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch Marcus again.
"Take off your shirt..." he said, somewhat nervously. "I'll help cool your torso..."
Rolryn hesitates for a moment before slowly obeying, his movements jerky and impatient. He takes off his wet shirt, revealing his broad, muscular chest dusted with dark fur. His pierced ears twitch as he sits there waiting for Marcus' touch, feeling increasingly frustrated and out of control beneath her soothing ministrations.
Marcus wets the cloth with cold water again and begins wiping it over Rolryn's chest. "Are you feeling... a little better?" he said softly.
"N-No..." Rolryn growls out between clenched teeth. "It's just the opposite... You touching me like this isn't helping!" His tail thumps against the ground hard, leaving a dent in the rock. He wants him so badly it hurts.
"Okay... okay..." Marcus says, pausing for a moment to think about what else to do. "I have... an idea..." Marcus unbuttons Rolryn's pants, sliding them down a bit along with his underwear, revealing his throbbing erection. "Oh... okay..." he says, slightly surprised. He hesitated for a moment until he reached out, took hold of the man's cock, and began to stroke it.
Shocked into silence by the unexpected sensation of Marcus' warm hands on his cock, all Rolryn can do is let out a harsh groan. His back arches and he balls his fists at his side as pleasure washes over him like a wave, momentarily drowning out everything else. The panther demi-human lets out hoarse grunts of approval between ragged breaths, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of Marcus' hands moving rhythmically up and down his shaft.
Marcus hears Rolryn's moans, beginning to move his hand faster over the man's cock, gently squeezing it, moving up and down the length of your partner. "Is... is that good?" he asked without slowing down.
The sound of his own harsh gasps and the feel of Marcus' warm hands on him are enough to send shivers down Rolryn's spine. "Yes..." he groans, throwing his head back against the rock. He can't believe this is happening, that Marcus is touching him like this... it's more than he could have ever hoped for. His hips jerk forward of their own accord, demanding more contact with Marcus' hand as he grows closer and closer to the edge.
Marcus continues moving his hand up and down Rolryn's cock. With his free hand, he plays with his testicles, fondling and running them between his fingers. The pumping of his hand on the man's cock becomes faster, harder.
The sensations bombard Rolryn's body, sending him spiraling out of control. He tries to find the words to tell Marcus how good it feels but can only manage broken moans and grunts. His hips buck violently against his hand as he comes, spilling hot seed across his palm and up his shaft. A hoarse growl rumbles in his throat as his whole body tenses and then releases in a shuddering aftershock.
When the wave of pleasure subsides, Rolryn is left gasping for air, his eyes squeezed shut against the sting of unshed tears. He's embarrassed by how much Marcus just saw him lose to this heat... but strangely not angry about it. It's hard to focus on anything else when he's touching him like that.
"Okay..." Marcus says with relief, wiping his hand with the rag from before. "Do you feel better now?" he asks with a shy smile. "I know it's not the best thing to have another man masturbate you, but... I hope it helped."
"Nngh..." Rolryn groans, his body still tingling from the aftermath of his orgasm. "I... I don't know if it helped... but thank you." He manages a small smile, looking up at Marcus through half-lidded eyes. "It felt good... having someone touch me..." His voice trails off and he shifts uncomfortably against the rock.
Marcus looks at him with slight concern. "Yes... you're welcome," he says weakly. "You need more... I have no problem continuing to help you," the young man said.
He watches him carefully, wanting to make sure he understands what he's saying before replying. "I... I appreciate that," he finally says, his voice barely above a whisper. "But... this is different for me." He swallows hard, feeling embarrassed and exposed all at once. "It's not just about needing someone to touch me. It's..." He trails off again, unable or unwilling to put words to the tangled emotions churning inside him.
"What is it?" Marcus asked. "I can do it... as long as you don't mind me being a man," he said nervously, awkwardly imagining what Rolryn might need.
"I don't... mind..." he finally says, slowly nodding. It's the truth, after all. He doesn't mind having Marcus be the one to take care of him during his heat. In fact, it feels right somehow. He clears his throat uncomfortably before continuing, "It's just that... with you, I can't control myself." There, he admitted it. It hangs in the air between them like a dirty secret, and for a moment he's worried what Marcus will think of him now.
His tail thrashes behind him, the muscles under his fur twitching restlessly as he waits for her reply.
"That's fine... I think so..." Marcus said, slightly hesitant. "You're about to go into heat... I'm just trying to help you," he said, worried.
"I know..." Rolryn mumbles, closing his eyes. "It's just... harder with you." He pauses for a moment, trying to gather the courage to say what he really means. "You make me lose control... make me want things I shouldn't..." The words tumble out before he can stop them, and he blushes hotly, wishing he could take them back.
"About what? Sex?" the young man asked. "That's normal... I guess..." he said, doubting himself. He was only human, he'd never been in heat.
"No... not just that..." he said slowly, biting his lower lip nervously. "It's how I feel about you... like there's something more there... something different." He glances at her from the corner of his eye, wondering what she must be thinking. "Maybe it's just my imagination, though," he adds quickly, not wanting to make things awkward between them.
His tail thrashes harder against the rock behind him, the movement growing more restless and frantic with each passing second as he struggles to contain his confusion and conflicting emotions.
Marcus lets out a slightly impatient sigh. "Just tell me what it is..." he said. "You shouldn't feel... ashamed now... I just masturbated you."
It feels strange to even say the words out loud, but he owes her at least that much honesty. "I'm starting to... care for you..." he admits softly, his voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing and the pounding rain outside. "Not just as a teammate or someone I owe my life to... but in a different way." He blushes deeper, looking anywhere but at Marcus' face as he speaks.
His tail still twitches behind him, an unconscious sign of his growing unease and confusion about these new feelings. The thought that Marcus might not feel the same is almost too much to bear.
Marcus paused for a moment. "Oh!" he said, realizing what Rolryn was talking about. "So... you like me?" the young man asked.
"I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't have... I shouldn't be saying these things..." he stammered, looking down at his hands, shame burning hot and heavy in his chest. "It was just supposed to be help with the heat... not..." He trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
His ears flatten against his head as the silence stretched on between them, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than he ever had before. The thunder outside seemed to grow louder in contrast, as if to mock him for his foolishness.
Marcus would hold his hand and caress Rolryn's cheek. "Hey... it's okay..." he says softly. "You have nothing to be ashamed of," he says with a smile.
The panther demi-human's gaze slowly drifts up to meet Marcus', and he can't help but feel a tiny spark of hope ignite within him. Maybe... just maybe she feels the same way too? It would be foolish to get his hopes up, but with her touch on his cheek and that reassuring smile, it's hard not to entertain the thought. He swallows hard, trying to steady his racing heart as he returns her gaze. "T-Thanks..." he whispers hoarsely.
"And I helped you with the heat..." Marcus whispered. With a swift movement, he removed Rolryn's pants and underwear, grabbed him by the waist, and pulled him close. Marcus began grinding his hips against the other man's backside. "...Do you trust me?" he asked sweetly.
"Y-Yes..." he manages to get out before Marcus' words register fully. His heart leaps into his throat as her hips move against his ass, their bodies grinding together in time with each other. He can feel the length of her cock pressed against his lower back, and it takes all of his willpower not to arch his spine further into her. His ears prick up at the sound of her ragged breathing and the feel of her hot skin against his own, and he realizes that they're both just as affected by this newfound closeness as each other.
It's strange, but in this moment, it feels right. It feels like something more than mere friendship or camaraderie between teammates. The question lingers in the air unspoken: do they trust each other? Rolryn isn't sure, but he finds himself hoping that the answer is yes... and that maybe, just maybe, there could be something else waiting for them once this storm has finally passed.
Marcus pulls down his pants and underwear, freeing his throbbing cock. He takes it and places it at the entrance to Rolryn's ass. "Get ready for daddy..." the man says, pushing his cock in, slowly entering Rolryn's ass, a slow, deep thrust.
Marcus' words send shockwaves through Rolryn's body as his cock slides into him smoothly and easily. The feeling of being filled so thoroughly both excites and terrifies him, making every nerve end tingle with anticipation for more. He gasps out a moan, arching his back in response to the invasion of his ass, desperate for more contact between their skin. As Marcus starts to move within him, Rolryn can feel his walls begin to clench and relax around Marcus' cock, trying to accommodate his size. It feels good... too good.
With each thrust, he feels more connected to Marcus, more lost in the intense physical sensations coursing through his body. He's never experienced anything like this before... and it terrifies him just as much as it exhilarates him. But somehow, at this moment, he doesn't want it to stop. He needs this connection with Marcus... needs to know if there's something more between them than just lust and desperation.
Marcus continues to pound into Rolryn's ass, his grip on the other man's hips firm and possessive, as he kisses and nibbles at his neck. "Fuck..." he moans against Rolryn's neck. "You feel so good..." his hips move faster, driving his cock deeper into Rolryn.
Rolryn throws his head back against the rock with a strangled cry as Marcus' words send shards of pleasure racing through him like lightning strikes. He feels so alive, so desired and wanted... it's almost too much to bear. His body arches off the rock in response to each thrust, his hips moving in time with Marcus', his muscles quivering and tense with anticipation for release. He can't remember ever wanting anything or anyone more than he wants Marcus right now, as if their union were somehow meant to be... destined from the very beginning.
Marcus takes Rolryn's cock, beginning to masturbate him in time with the thrusts he gives against the man's ass. His hips move desperately, wanting to push his cock deeper inside Rolryn, seeking to claim him as his own. He feels so close to ecstasy.
As Marcus pumps them both into oblivion, Rolryn feels the familiar tingle building deep within him. He gasps and moans with every stroke, each touch pushing him closer and closer to the edge. The sound of their flesh slapping together only heightens his arousal, sending shudders through his body as he gets lost in the sensation of being claimed and possessed by Marcus. There's no doubt in his mind that they belong together, connected in this forbidden but undeniable passion. He can feel the heat building inside him, ready to erupt at any moment...
Marcus' touch on his cock sends him spiraling out of control as the tingling builds to a fever pitch. His hips arch off the rock with each thrust, grinding against Marcus' fingers as he chases the release that's so tantalizingly close. "F-Fuck..." he cries hoarsely, feeling his muscles begin to tighten and spasm around Marcus' cock. The impending orgasm is a blinding light at the end of a dark tunnel, calling out to him with an all-consuming hunger that leaves nothing but desire in its wake.
Marcus feels the walls of Rolryn's ass contract against his cock, and with one final thrust, he sinks deep inside her ass and cums, filling her insides with his seed. "Fuck," he moans as his hips convulse against Rolryn's with his release.
The feeling of Marcus' cock pulsing inside him pushes Rolryn over the edge, and he comes with a hoarse cry that echoes through the cave. His muscles clench around Marcus' cock, holding him tightly as hot liquid splashes out between their bodies. He shudders violently, barely able to catch his breath as the aftershocks of his orgasm wash over him. When it finally subsides, he collapses back against the rock, gasping for air and feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable in this moment. But there's no denying the sense of peace that accompanies it... as if some sort of connection has been made between them, something deeper than friendship or lust. He can only hope that whatever happens next, they will be able to navigate it together.
Marcus collapses against Rolryn, exhausted and satisfied, and hugs him by the hip, still connected. He kisses his neck. "How are you feeling?" he asks in a whisper against the other man's neck.
The panther demi-human shivers slightly as he feels the cool air brush across his damp skin, but it's a good kind of chill... the afterglow of an intense and satisfying encounter with Marcus. He tries to catch his breath, still processing everything that just happened between them. "I... I'm not sure..." he finally manages to say, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "It feels different than before... but in a good way." His tail thumps lightly against the rock behind him, a telltale sign of his lingering arousal. There's an odd sense of contentment settling over him, and for once, he doesn't feel the need to deny or hide it. Maybe... just maybe, they have something special here. Something worth exploring further.
Marcus smiles. He moves his face away from the man's neck and looks into his eyes. "I have more if you need it," he said in a mocking tone, before slightly shifting his hips. His cock was still inside Rolryn's ass.
"I-Is that so?" Rolryn manages to say, his breath catching in his throat as he feels the slight shift of Marcus' hips against him. He's not sure if he can take anymore... or even wants to. But there's something undeniably powerful and intoxicating about having Marcus want him like this... wanting him to need more. It makes Rolryn feel wanted, desired, and it's an addictive sensation that he doesn't want to give up just yet.
He looks up at Marcus through half-lidded eyes, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks as he hesitantly reaches back and grasps the other man's thigh. "Maybe... just a little more," he whispers, his voice rough with desire and need. He arches his hips forward slightly, silently asking for whatever Marcus is willing to give him.
Marcus is slightly surprised, and quickly smiles as he approaches Rolryn's face. "As you wish," he said in a whisper before kissing him. His hips began to move, fucking the other man's ass again.
As their lips meet, Rolryn feels a shiver of pleasure race down his spine at the contact. His moan vibrates against Marcus' mouth as he deepens the kiss, their tongues tangling together in a fierce and hungry exchange. It's a connection unlike anything he's ever experienced before, and it only serves to intensify the feelings that are coursing through him like wildfire.
His hips rock forward in time with Marcus', his body arching into the other man's touch as he presses for more of that sweet friction against his ass. It feels so good... too good... but somehow, knowing they aren't alone makes it even better. They belong together like this... inseparable and intertwined, needy and demanding until their bodies are spent and satisfied. He doesn't want it to end... not yet... he wants to feel Marcus' cock filling him up over and over again, claiming every inch of his skin as his own.
Their tongues dance around each other's mouths as their bodies move together in rhythm, a primal need driving them onward. The sensation of being filled by Marcus' cock sends waves of pleasure through Rolryn's body with every thrust, making his muscles quiver and tighten around the invading length.
His hands roam freely over Marcus' body, tracing patterns on his back and chest as he feels the other man's hard muscles ripple beneath his palms. He can feel the build-up of tension within him again, another orgasm looming close on the horizon... but this time it doesn't frighten him. Instead, it only serves to heighten his desire for Marcus, making him want more and more of their forbidden connection.
"Gods..." he gasps against Marcus' lips, "I need you so much." With a groan, he arches his back even further into the other man's touch, seeking that perfect spot deep inside where they connect... where everything falls away except for this moment and their fierce need for each other.
Marcus feels impossibly good, filling him up and claiming every part of his body with his touch. "Yes," he moans against the other man's lips, digging his claws into Marcus' shoulders as the sensation overwhelms him. "Give it all to me..." Rolryn gasps, arching back further as their hips meet in a fevered rhythm, his own body growing tense with each thrust and retreat of Marcus' cock. With each passing moment, he feels closer and closer to the edge, the build-up of pleasure threatening to consume him whole.
His breath comes ragged and harsh now, their need for air mirroring their insatiable hunger for one another. "God... I love how you feel..." he whispers hoarsely, his fangs grazing against Marcus' lower lip. As the heat builds within him once more, he can feel himself on the cusp of release, and with a sharp gasp, he comes hard, shouting out Marcus' name as his body shudders and convulses around his lover's cock.
Marcus moans, feeling himself cum hard inside Rolryn's ass, his whole body tensing as he releases jets of cum into the other man's bowels. When his orgasm ends, he collapses back on top of Rolryn, his face against her neck, breathing heavily.
The panther demi-human laughs softly, feeling Marcus' weight on top of him almost too good to bear. "That was... intense," he breathes, running his fingers through the sweat-damp hair at the nape of Marcus' neck. He arches into the other man's touch as their bodies begin to cool and relax, the adrenaline of their encounter fading away to leave behind a contented weariness. His heart is racing, his skin flushed with pleasure, but there's no denying the sense of calm that comes over him now... like he's finally found something real amidst all the chaos and danger they face every day as hunters.
"We should probably clean up before our teammates get back," he whispers after a moment, knowing they need to act normal if they don't want anyone suspecting what just happened between them. But deep down, Rolyn hopes that maybe... just maybe, they can find a way to keep this secret... and cherish their newfound connection in private.