Skull Kid
Little something for Sangie Nativus
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Everyone always thinks that you can go on a hunt for someone at a rave. Seek out the right guy or girl and wade through the crowd towards them while thinking of all the cheesy one-liners and things to whisper at them once you were near. Then you'd slink off to some dark corner of the club and do things that would make the club's ultra-violet lights light you up like a Jackson Pollock.
Truthfully, the only realistic part of that notion was the darkness.
Lights flashed fast and bright, and it was a jarring experience the first few times until you got used to being blind for all but a few milliseconds at a time. Strobes pulsed in time with a heavy bassline beat and lasers flashed through fog, illuminating the club in colorful clouds of reds, greens, and blues. It came from all angles and left spots in your vision if you happened to be looking at one of the lighting structures, and you'd be left unable to see until those spot cleared from your vision.
The music was so loud, and the base so heavy, that you could feel it through your diaphragm the closer you got to the speakers. Trying to shout over the din would have been difficult, and you could forget about whispering. Certain acts might actually be possible in the darkness without anyone knowing, especially since certain fluids weren't nearly as fluorescent as people assumed.
But perhaps one of the most unrealistic ideas was that you'd be able to look out into a crowd and pick someone out.
Sangie stared out into the veritable sea of people, the strobes making everything stutter and jerk as he tried to focus on anyone in particular. It was impossible. It was a fluid mass of fur and flailing limbs, a writhing, living sea that moved like the tides of the ocean. "Probably why they call it crowd surfing," the red wolf thought.
He wasn't there to go hunting, though. He was just there to enjoy the music and the social, electric vibe of experiencing music with a bunch of people all around. Sangie waded down into the lower depths of the club and was nearly swept away by the push and pull of the bodies pressed against him.
The red wolf was wearing tight-fitting, navy blue, running shorts with a shirt to match. The compressed fabric helped keep him cool in the hot throng of other bodies, and let him feel every touch of every paw that went across his body. Plenty of touches were accidental since you were grinding against several people at any given time, especially when trying to move. Occasionally, though, fingers would trace across his chest, squeeze his butt, or cup his sheath.
It was impossible to tell where paws were coming from sometimes, and all too often, you'd experience a sense of vertigo as the lights revealed only a hint of what your surroundings looked like.
Sangie swayed on his feet, moving with a liquid grace that slid his body effortlessly through narrow gaps and against the chests and backs of others. His paws wandered the whole way, helping to make a way, or to tease against someone's package. His mouth wandered as his paw gripped around someone's hidden length that felt thicker than his wrist, but just like trying to hold water in your cupped hands, it was gone.
The red wolf pressed on, occasionally buffeted one way or another. He got turned around and nearly lost his footing. When he righted himself his heart lurched for a breathless moment, a luminescent skull was right in front of his face. The strobes flashed and he saw it was a small, young fox with jet black fur and paint covering his face to look like a skull. It had startled him at first, but it was far from the strangest thing he'd seen among the crowd at a rave.
The black fox's eyes locked with his and another flash of the strobe lights showed the fox's teeth gleaming between parted lips. Sangie beamed back, motioning up towards his own face and then giving the fox the thumbs up, letting him know he liked the paint.
His new friend smiled even wider, getting the message, and threw his arms around Sangie's neck, squeezing him in a quick embrace.
Sangie chuckled to himself and returned the hug, his paws giving the fox's rump a gentle squeeze. He hadn't expected to elicit any sort of reaction from the rave-goer, but the painted fox pressed his rear out against those paws, wiggled them, and then pushed forward until his crotch ground into Sangie's.
The red wolf's large ears perked up in surprise and he looked down at the smaller fox with a wry grin on his face. Perhaps he could drag the fox off to talk, and maybe find that aforementioned dark corner. For now, though, he came to dance and that's exactly what he intended to do. If it happened to involve a cute, black fox with paint across his face, then what was he to do?
The music's base throbbed like a beating heart and the crowd of tightly knit people moved with every hard "whump". Sangie's arms were above his head as he twisted and pivoted side to side, quickly joined by the black fox in front of him. Their chests pressed together, staying close to prevent being swept away and losing each other. Sangie let his eyes drift shut and he threw his head side to side, feeling the music wash over and around him. Fingers found his sides and he opened his eyes to see the fox's own eyes were shut in a look of bliss as they danced and enjoyed the hard rhythm.
An eternity passed on the floor and Sangie stayed with the mysterious black fox the entire while. He was damp with sweat and the scent of musk from hundreds of people flooded his senses. He was about to call it quits when he felt the fox's paw grab his wrist and give a gentle tug. He followed gratefully and they fought their way back to the stairs to ascend towards the lobby, leaving the lights, haze, and music behind.
Sangie's hair was a matted mess, frizzy and damp, and he hurriedly tried to brush the long, red hair from his face before the fox saw him. He needn't have worried, though, as the fox looked as equally disheveled as he did. It's not like you could come out of the pit looking good, not with that many people grinding against you.
They walked down the hall towards the lobby and emerged into the chill, quiet space where people talked, hung out, and enjoyed drinks. After so long among the loud base, Sangie thought the comparative silence was nearly deafening. Apparently the fox thought the same as both his paws went to his ears and rubbed them with a groan.
"Yeah, same," Sangie said, taking a moment to catch his breath and stretch fully now that he wasn't compacted.
The black fox's paint had stood up remarkably well in the heat and humidity, even if his fur was sticking up in odd places and he looked like he just ran a mile. He beamed at Sangie and ran a paw through his short, black headfur, nodding. "I can't believe how worn out you can get just from dancing," he said.
His voice was a bit higher than Sangie would have guessed and had a sing-song quality about it. Now that they were under better light the wolf could see the cropped shirt that the fox was wearing, exposing his black and grey stomach and low-riding shorts. A small, thing strap of green was just above the hem of those shorts and Sangie was all too eager to see just what the rest looked like.
"Well, you are standing in a small spot flailing all your limbs around at high speeds," he joked, running both paws through his own hair and then smoothing down his wrinkled and damp shirt. "My name is Sangie, by the way."
"Sangie," the fox repeated, lips curled at the edges. His paws clasped together behind his back, just above his tail and he giggled. "That's a cute name. I'm Riley."
"I know I said it earlier, or mimed it, but I think the skull paint is really adorable," Sangie told the fox. "Surprised it didn't get smudged down there."
"It holds up pretty well!" Riley said, bouncing on his feet and slipping his phone from his pocket to check his reflection on the black screen. "I've gotten pretty good at painting my own face and stuff,"
The wolf's mind, usually quick with a joke, especially as easy as that, missed it entirely on account of how worn out the rave had made him, and he just nodded in response. "Ah, I thought someone painted it for you."
Riley's lips curled up at the edges and he took a step towards the red wolf, standing on his tip toes to look level with Sangie. "Nope, but I wouldn't be opposed to that."
Sangie's expression flickered between confusion, realization, and then hunger at those words. He hooked a finger on the front of the fox's shorts and pulled him the last few inches forward so their noses touched. "You want a big, red wolf to help you paint your face?"
"Ooh," Riley sucked in a small inhale of breath and his face would have been pink if not for the black fur keeping it hidden. "I- uh," he stammered, trying not to laugh from nervousness. "Would you think me wrong to say yes?"
The red wolf trailed his finger around the inside waist of the fox's shorts until his paw was against Riley's lower back. He hugged the fox close and their lips met in a heated kiss. The young fox practically melted against his chest and two paws gripped his sides for support. Their tongues fought against each other's before the wolf's teased past the fox's lips, a growl bubbling up his throat. Riley let out a cute whine and shivered excitedly in Sangie's arms, his hips rolling forward to press his growing arousal into the wolf's thigh.
Sangie had to remind himself they were still in public, and he broke the kiss to drag his muzzle along Riley's before nipping one of those pointed, black ears. "How about I steal you away, then, and see just what kind of design I can come up with for your face?" he asked.
Riley's eyes opened halfway, muzzle still hanging open from the kiss. "Y-yeah... I'd like that," he whispered.
The red wolf lowered a paw to the front of the fox's shorts and gripped firmly around the hidden shaft, feeling it throb in response. "Follow me," he growled playfully and gave a gentle tug at the fox's shaft as he stepped away.
The club might not have had the best drinks, and sometimes the music could be lacking, but if there was one thing it had over most, it was location. Sangie only had to drive them a few blocks down the road before pulling into the driveway of his house. He didn't speak the entire way, which made Riley ramble on and on about this and that, paws gesticulating as he spoke. He mostly spoke about the club, and how invigorating it was to dance with such wild abandon and fervor.
Riley was still talking when Sangie shut the door to his apartment behind them, but was cut off mid-sentence as the red wolf turned around and pinned him to the wall, muzzle meeting the smaller fox's.
There was a brief second of protest born out of surprise, but then the fox melted between wolf and wall, paws holding onto Sangie's shoulders for support. The kiss deepened as the wolf's tongue coiled against the fox's and he ground his hips forward, chest rumbling in excitement. He wasted no time and broke the kiss, teeth grazing one of the small, black ears.
"Why don't you get on your knees?" he murmured in a tone that made it clear it wasn't a request.
Riley couldn't have made it to the floor any faster if he'd been pushed. His muzzle immediately dove forward, grinding along the outline of the wolf's hidden sheath and balls, visible through the tight fabric. His paws traced down over Sangie's shirt and then slid up underneath the form-fitting clothing to rake claws across fur and flesh.
The wolf's back stiffened and he tilted his head up, hips pushing out to meet the fox's muzzle. Several inches of his shaft were already sliding free against the fabric and the desire to hoist the fox up, spin him around and bury himself in the smaller male was rapidly increasing.
Black paws hooked onto the waistband of Sangie's shorts and began tugging them down, revealing the slick, pink length coming up from the cream-colored sheath. Riley's muzzle descended upon it even as his paws were still tugging off those shorts. His cold nose pressed against warm flesh and his tongue snuck out to trace along the rim of the wolf's sheath before slipping inside and twisting along the hidden inches of Sangie's length.
Sangie's paws gripped Riley's shoulders, squeezing hard as he grit his teeth through a hiss of pleasure. Pre spurt from the tip of his length and left clear droplets against the fox's forehead. The fox didn't seem to notice or care and his tongue delved deep into the wolf's sheath as more and more emerged. When the wolf's sheath had peeled back as far as it could go, and the fox's tongue barely had anywhere to explore, he dragged it up along the underside of the veined length until the dripping tip was against his lips
Green-grey eyes gazed up along the wolf's chest to meet Sangie's amber ones. One of his paws held the wolf's shaft in place while his lips dragged against the tip a few times before giving it a kiss, tongue curling against the underside to catch pre as it sprayed forward. He let his muzzle dip forward, lips spreading around the wolf's flesh.
Sangie's fur stood on end at the delicate teasing from the fox, watching as that ribbon-like tongue toyed with him and slipped this way and that. He let out a commanding growl when Riley's lips finally parted around his length and a paw on the fox's shoulder found the back of his head and pressed him down further until the tip of his cock ground into the back of the fox's throat.
Riley took it in stride and barely gagged, a moan escaping from his muffled maw. His eyes closed so he could focus more on the task at hand and squeezed the base of the wolf's shaft, more pre trickling across his tongue. He began bobbing his muzzle up and down over the wolf's length, pausing whenever he'd fully hilt the large shaft.
The paw Sangie kept on the back of Riley's head would occasionally urge the fox back down and hold him in place while the red and white hips rolled and humped against that warm maw. He could feel the fox swallowing around his length and it made his spine tingle. His knot was starting to swell from the attention and those black fingers were squeezing along and behind it, urging it to grow.
The wolf began taking over more and more, his balls starting to sway back and forth, bumping into the fox's chin while he leaked profusely into the wanting maw. His knot was thick enough that the slim muzzle could no longer take it fully, and Riley had to resort to his paws to coax it to grow larger. Sangie's paws travelled to the fox's ears and tugged on them whenever he'd grind his knot against those pursed lips.
Riley gagged as he pushed all the way down, kissing the turgid knot. He could feel the wolf's heartbeat every time the shaft against his tongue pulsed and spit more pre at the back of his throat. The front of his shorts were obscenely tented and the fur all around the fox's shaft was thoroughly soaked in pre. His knot was clearly outlined in the taut fabric and he had yet to even touch himself.
This didn't go unnoticed by the wolf who looked down at the fox through lidded eyes, teeth bared in a devious grin. He was getting close, and he suspected his new friend was, too. It was more difficult to control his breathing as his orgasm approached and the wolf found his legs beginning to tremble and shake as he drove his cock up to the knot in the slim muzzle servicing him.
"Almost..." Sangie whispered huskily, eyes closing for a scant second as he focused his efforts on slamming his hips against Riley's nose and chin.
The fox's back straightened and he groaned lewdly, pre running from both corners of his mouth. His ears perked up and the skull-patterned fox looked up at Sangie, his tail wagging along the floor, eager and ready.
Sangie's own tail was flying high and he withdrew from the wet maw, stroking along his cock with a blur of his paw. Ropes of pearly white cum splashed out against the fox's face. Thick streams of wolf cum making a webbed pattern as they fell in audible splats over the black fur.
Riley's eyes closed as the first shot of cum streaked up along his muzzle. His body jerked where he knelt and cum fired from his trapped cock, soaking the fur of his crotch even further and making a mess of his shorts. A small puddle of the fox's seed leaked through the tight fabric, dripping through to the rug beneath and the fox whimpered pitifully as he and the wolf made a mess of him.
Sangie's ears swiveled forward when he heard Riley's whining. He looked past his own shaft to the large bulge in the trapped shorts, watching as it throbbed and began darkening as cum soaked through the fabric. The wolf grit his teeth, spurred on by the scene and smacked the fox's nose with his thick shaft, spilling the last of his load across the stretched muzzle.
Some people might have gotten tired after releasing a large load like what the wolf had, but he was only fueled by it. He didn't even give the fox a moment to recover before he had barreled the fox over onto his back on the carpet. Sangie lifted the black legs up and out of the way, tugging the soiled shorts up and off. Riley's pink shaft flopped out against his belly, oozing another drop of cum out onto his stomach. His fur was matted and sticking up everywhere from where he'd shot all over himself, and Sangie lifted those legs up as his muzzle dove down beneath the fox's black-furred sac.
Riley fell back on the carpet, looking up in a haze at the wolf above him. He barely registered what was going on until the wolf's tongue pressed at his passage. He gasped and spread his legs around the wolf's waist, moaning out as a few inches slid into him. It hurt, but only for a second, and his fingers gripped at the carpet on either side as the wolf's tongue wormed inside him.
The wolf's tongue teased and lapped at the fox's walls and passage, loosening him up and getting him ready. Beneath him the fox squirmed and whined at the feeling, his shaft still hard against his belly. When the wolf was certain he'd slicked the fox enough, he pulled back and teased the tip of his shaft to Riley's passage, sliding himself in.
Riley's back arched as he was spread wider from the wolf's cock and it burned for a few seconds as inch after inch plunged into him. He tried to relax, muzzle parted with soft, pained gasps as he was split open.
The larger wolf had difficulty wedging his shaft into the smaller fox. Sangie grunted, having to withdraw now and again to hump another inch forward. He finally felt the thick bulb at the base of his shaft grind insistently against the fox's puckered ring. Riley's passage squeezed and milked at his shaft, and he could feel another spurt of cum shoot into the fox's tunnel as his orgasm finally ebbed away. He was too far worked up to go easy or slow, and he began humping away furiously, paws holding onto the fox's thighs to keep him in place.
Riley was yipping out with each thrust. His cock bounced on his stomach and his head rolled left and right as if unable to keep still from the pleasure that was spiking through his extremities. The wolf's shaft was slamming against his sensitive spots repeatedly and he was still on edge from his climax. When one of Sangie's paws gripped his swollen knot he barked out in surprise and slammed his head back against the floor.
Even so soon after cumming, the fox's body arched and sprayed several long strands of cum up over his shirt. His passage clamped down on the girthy length inside him and Sangie redoubled his efforts, wanting to tie with the fox while the smaller male came.
He nearly bent the fox in half as he leaned over and used his weight to slam his knot home inside the orgasming fox. Immediately he was rewarded with that squeezing, milking feeling around his thick knot and cum shot deep into the stretched passage, flooding it with the wolf's second load.
Sangie felt as if he had just come out of the dancing pit with how he was breathing and sweating, and his hips continued to jerk and twitch, humping into the fox on their own accord as his orgasm died away. He collapsed forward onto the younger male and their muzzles met in a passionate kiss once more before they had to break it to catch their breath.
The red wolf could feel the fox's cum soaking into his shirt and the fur on his face, but didn't care. They hadn't even made it out of the small niche near the front door, and were already worn out from two good workouts that night. Sangie kissed the fox's neck and let out a tired sigh. "You're welcome to stay the night, if you'd like..."
Riley took a few moments to respond, his body still convulsing every now and then as every motion nudged the wolf's fat cock against his prostate and sent shivers up his spine. "That'd... that'd be really nice... and a shower?"
Sangie snickered and leaned his head up to look down at the mess of cum still painted atop the skull on the fox's face. "What, you want another?"
Riley stuck his tongue out and giggled. "If it's from you or with you? I think I'll always want another," he said, squeezing himself down on the wolf's knot.
The wolf growled and closed his eyes, hips lurching forward. "Rrf, I'll drag you there with my knot if you go on teasing me like that," he muttered, flexing his cock inside the fox.
Riley gasped and let his head loll back. "Ooh, fine, I submit," he whimpered, pouting and opening one eye to peer at the wolf to see if it worked.
Sangie laughed and kissed Riley's cheek, tasting his own cum there. "Good."
The pair stayed on the floor for another few minutes waiting for Sangie's knot to deflate before staggering to the bathroom to get clean, ready to curl up after a night at the club.