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'You over exerted yourself again.' Derron said with mild reproval, 'I told you to take it easy.'

Lee, sitting on the sofa and massaging some feeling back into his shoulder, grimaced. It took a lot for the lion to feel pain, but right now the muscle he had pulled was singing the purest song of misery and making his fingers numb.

'At least it wasn't my other arm this time.' He replied, trying to keep his tone light.

Derron glowered down at him, 'It wouldn't surprise me if your stunt has pulled a few wires loose.' He sat down beside Lee and twisted around so he could hold the lion's shoulder between his hands. 'Move your hand, please.' He said, pushing Lee's cybernetic hand away as he said it.

'What're you doing?'

'Something I should have done when you first dislocated your arm. Now, hold still while I work, please.' The panther replied, his professionalism sliding into place.

He took Lee's shoulder in a firm but gentle grip, feeling the lion twitch against the pressure he was applying. He spread his fingers, trying to cover as much of Lee's shoulder as possible. The lion was a giant, standing a foot taller than Derron and was built like a tank. His body was thick with hard cords of muscle and his dark brown mane was thick and glossy. It cascaded down his broad back and formed a tantalizing trail of thick, silken tufts of fur down his chest and abdomen, a sight he was always secretly pleased to see. Derron pulled his mind away from what lurked beneath Lee's t-shirt and jeans, and concentrated on summoning his magic to heal the wound. The fantasy could wait until later, when he was alone.

'You okay?'

'I'm fine. Now hold still.' Derron replied. He caught the small, sly smile out of the corner of his eye and he flushed, the insides of his ears reddening. He briefly wondered if Lee had worked out just how much of a crush Derron had on him and fervently hoped that he didn't.

He closed his eyes, rallying his thoughts and started concentrating again. A few seconds passed as Derron struggled to keep his mind on track. He could feel the heat rolling off Lee and his scent, up this close, was intoxicating. He had the sudden urge to bury his nose in the lion's thick mane and stay there...

A fine, emerald mist seeped out from beneath Derron's hands and Lee started to relax in his grip. The muscles twitched and relaxed, and Lee sighed, flexing his fingers, relieved that the pain was sliding away into nothingness. Derron released his grip and shook off the side effects of weaving magic, pulling his mind out of the gutter with a great deal of effort. He stood up and started for the kitchen, trying to hide his growing erection from Lee.

'Better?' He called over his shoulder.

Lee, not as oblivious to Derron's current predicament as the panther had hoped, moved his arm experimentally, flexing his muscles, waiting for the stab of pain. There was none. Derron had worked his magic perfectly once more, and, once more, had used it to get Lee out of trouble.

'Much better, thanks. I owe you one.' He replied. He followed Derron into the kitchen but he was nowhere to be seen. The kettle had been switched on and two mugs had been pulled from the drying rack, but nothing else had been touched.

On a hunch, he walked down the hallway leading off the kitchen, making his way towards the bedrooms. He stopped just outside Derron's bedroom door. They had been lodging together for a couple of years, opting to share the burden of paying the bills and it had worked out perfectly. The door was open a fraction, just enough that he could see a strip of movement between door and door jamb. He leaned against the wall, his curiosity taking over and squinted his cybernetic eye to get a clearer view. Derron was slouched in his desk chair, working off the stresses of weaving magic all day. The build up of latent energy typically came out in the form of arousal and after being bribed into temp work up on the orbital station's medical wing, Lee had apparently been his tipping point. The panther could no longer contain himself.

Derron stroked himself, leaning back in the chair, his left arm lay across his face as he tilted his head back and panted. Lee took a step away from the door, but his attention stayed glued on Derron as the panther moaned softly. Feeling guilty for watching, Lee turned away, albeit reluctantly. Another soft moan and Lee's attention snapped back and he turned again, pressing himself back up against the wall, peering through the crack in the door. He listened intently, watching Derron's hand sliding swiftly up and down his barbed cock, grip tight, breathing heavy, using his pre as lube.

Another moaned whisper, just like the one that had recaptured his attention, 'Lee...'

Lee's mouth dropped open, his mind running blank. And then the same whisper, coarse with tension and Lee's mind started working again. No way, he thought as he watched, frozen to the spot. He had always known that Derron had something of a crush on him and it was a feeling that Lee returned in kind but had never acted upon except for some lonely moments late at night.

He watched, entranced and found himself fervently wishing that Derron had removed his shirt and trousers before he had started. There was nothing more frustrating than to see only a small portion of someone you were attracted to. Lee pursed his lips as he corrected himself. Derron was lithe; thin and muscular, and from what he could see, was by no means small. He had seen many jaguars naked, bedded a few in the past, but Derron was the only one who had managed to keep Lee's attention for longer than a couple of months. His mind, no matter who he was with, had always ended up straying to Derron at some point or another.

Derron bared his teeth in a silent snarl, his muscles rippling as he jerked in his seat. Thick strands of semen sprayed up his shirt and he sighed with relief. He then looked down at himself, frowned and swore. Lee peeled himself away from the wall and snuck into the bathroom, quietly sliding the lock into place before her could be spotted. He padded across to the sink and leaned against it. He hadn't realised his breathing had picked up pace and his erection was pressing painfully against his jeans; he had been too engrossed in what Derron was doing. He undid his belt, popped the button and carefully undid the fly, pushing his jeans and close fitting shorts over his hips. He let out his own sigh of relief as his cock swung up, freed from its tight prison.

'By the Three Moons...' He muttered to himself. He wrapped his fingers around his aching shaft and started stroking, his mind sliding into an action replay of Derron's personal moment.

There was a soft knock at the door and a flash of fear paralyzed him, 'Hey, you want a coffee?' Derron's voice came, muffled by the door and the layers of dressing gowns and towels hanging from it.

'Yeah, that'd be great, thanks. I'm just getting into the shower. I'll be out shortly.' Lee replied, his heart pounding in his chest. For a moment, he thought he had been caught. Then he heard Derron move away from the door and the kettle start rumbling again.

He followed through on the lie and stepped into the shower, turning it on. He leaned back against the cool tiles, stroking his thick shaft as the blissfully cold water washed over him. Again, Derron slinked into his mind and settled there, watching him masturbate, a sly smile on his face. Lee reach down with his hand and cupped his heavy balls, squeezing gently and massaging them, a metallic bead of pre forming on his tip and oozing thickly over his flexible barbs. As he stroked, he played with the barbs that ringed the tip of his of cock like a sensitive crown, his fingertips gently brushing against them, the perfect juxtaposition to his firm grip. He let out a low groan, his cock twitching in his grip, his balls tightening as he released, thick silver ropes of semen cascading up the inside of the shower door.

He stood in contemplative silence a moment, watching his ejaculate sliding down the glass, his cock fading in his hand as he wondered if Derron would ever consider being in a relationship with someone who was 40% cybernetic implant. A close quarters brawl with a dragon four times his size had cost him his left arm, right eye and, unfortunately, his testicles, in a cruel twist of fate. It meant that he had spent his first two years on some hardcore HRT until the correct prosthetics could be installed. Swallowing all those vile pills on a daily basis had been hell and even now he could still taste the acidic chalk flavour of them on the back of his tongue. In the case of his balls, he was more than happy to have some arcane tech cocooned in his scrotum than rely on those heavy duty HRT pills and a pair of refillable casings made of the same high grade medical alloy his other internal cybernetics were made of. At least his magic balls could work like real ones and didn't require a prescription for the 'refills'.

He glowered at the shower door.

Needless to say, that particular dragon had pride of place in his trophy room in the form of a head mounted on a polished, hardwood plaque, several holes between its six, vacant eyes.

He pushed the memories away and cleaned up, and left the shower, towelling himself off, wondering how he could approach Derron or if he even wanted to do so at all. He had never caught Derron in the act and had, up until that point, been certain that he wasn't the peeping Tom sort and was vehement about people's right to privacy, even in a shared household. He pulled his clothes back on, draped a towel across his shoulders and headed into the kitchen, scratching at his matted mane, pulling knots free. The smell of fresh coffee made his mouth water and the sight of Derron sitting at the kitchen island, mug in one hand, datapad in the other made his body ache. The panther had opted for something a little more comfortable than his medical fatigues; a pair of grey jogging bottoms and a loose-fitting tank top. Lee wrapped his fingers around the handle of his mug and paused to admire the way the sunlight splashed across Derron's hunched back, highlighting the faint, black rossettes in his midnight fur. His short, thick tail curled up, his round ears pressed forward.

He was completely engrossed in what he was reading.

Lee settled onto the stool opposite him and sipped his coffee, relishing the rich flavour. They settled into a comfortable silence, Derron reading his articles whilst Lee's attention drifted above his dipped head, to look out of the broad window. Small birds flitted around the garden, chasing down the abundance of summer time insects. He wanted to go out there, but Nuam's binary suns made things far too hot. Everyone usually stayed indoors with the AC, unless they had to go out to work.

'Well, that's me cut loose.' Derron said abruptly, placing his datapad on the marble countertop.

Lee cocked his head, his attention drifting to Derron, 'Oh? How d'you mean?'

Derron drained his mug, 'They no longer need me up on the orbital. I've just been told that the Star Gazer's come home.'

''bout time.' The lion muttered into his drink, 'The only medical ship we have and she's been away for so long, that she almost fell into the realm of myth and legend.'

'It's only been two years.' Derron replied, 'You're exaggerating again.'

Lee feigned a stricken look, 'Me? Exaggerate? I would never do such a thing.'

Derron let out a short laugh and slid from his stool, 'Yes. Always.'

'And you don't?'

'Never.' Derron replied haughtily and spun towards the sink.

'Liar.' Lee growled. He joined Derron at the sink, handing him his empty mug to wash, 'I need to go brush my hair before the knots settle in for the long-haul.' He said and walked away, his mind suddenly spinning frantically. Standing so close, even for the most mundane, briefest of moments, Derron's scent had hit him like a sledge hammer. It was unexpected and Lee found himself needing to get away from the panther in a hurry and the fact that his mane was almost completely dry was the perfect excuse.

He emerged from his room ten minutes later, his hair brushed and clouding around his face. Derron was sitting in the living room, the vid screen on, watching a historic documentary about the founders of the modern Tenglaar shipping lanes. Lee flopped down beside him, the sofa groaning in protest under his weight. He kicked his digitigrade legs up, his feet resting on the coffee table beside Derron's. Derron silently cursed. They needed something bigger than a two-seater sofa. Lee's scent was slowly infiltrating his senses, tickling across his whiskers and kindling a fire that he thought he had quenched earlier. He glanced across at Lee and laughed. The lion's face had all but vanished into his hair. From the side, all Derron could see of Lee's head was the tips of his round ears and his scarred nose poking out of the dark cloud of fur. He continued laughing and Lee looked at him, confusion writ plainly on his face.

'What?' He asked, 'Have I got something stuck to my face?'

'No, sorry,' Derron wheezed, 'It's just that, it's just-' His laughter kicked off again, 'I'm sorry. You're just so damned fluffy...'

Lee's expression changed, switching from confusion to something a little more haughty. He patted delicately at the wispy tufts of his mane, lifting the curling locks in the palm of his hand.

'Fluffy? My dear, it takes years to cultivate these luscious locks and all you can say about them is that they're fluffy?'

Derron got himself under some semblance of control and reached up to run his fingers through the edges of his mane. Lee's expression changed imperceptibly.

'I stand corrected. Your hair's silky, too.' Derron said, amused.

Lee smiled and took Derron's hand, kissing it, 'Thank you my dear,' He replied, his voice dropping the mock offence and taking on a rich, baritone growl, 'It's difficult to maintain and I appreciate the compliment very much.'

Derron paused, his next words drying up as Lee's rough tongue slowly grazed the back of his hand. He suddenly very much needed to feel that sensation all over his body which is why he didn't resist Lee's gentle tug on his wrist to bring Derron closer to him. Stunned into silence by the sudden shift in mood, Derron found himself nose-to-nose with Lee, the lion's scent intoxicating, a potent aphrodisiac. Lee held his position, quietly waiting, his nose gently pressed against Derron's, waiting on the panther to make a decision. Derron's mind raced, his heart pounding, his breathing shallow. Lee's coffee scented breath washed across his whiskers. Derron pressed his lips against Lee's, sliding his tongue past his teeth and into the lion's unresisting mouth. A large hand slid across his hip and held him place as they kissed, long and slow, Lee letting Derron lead. Not only did Lee smell good, Derron quickly discovered, but he tasted good, too. He became aware of the seconds ticking by and a sudden feeling of embarrassment stole over him.

He broke off the kiss and sat back, not quite knowing what to do next. He wanted to run away, to hide until the moment had been forgotten, but another, more insistent part of him demanded that he stay and see where it would lead. There was a twinge of disappointment when Lee's hand fell away from his hip.

'How do you feel about taking this a little further?' Lee asked, his voice gentle.

Derron picked up the faint note of desperation in his tone and he looked up and studied Lee's face. There was no trace of sarcasm, nothing to say that he was messing with him in some way. There was a look of expectation, of wanting on his face and a spark of desire in his organic eye. The way he had twisted around on the sofa to face him had pulled his t-shirt taught across his body and Derron found himself staring at the glimpse of hard abs that had been revealed. Lee waited patiently for Derron to make a decision. The sight of his muscles pressed against his shirt made his decision obscenely easy.

'I've been wondering where we'd end up if we did...' Derron replied slowly, his words trailing off.

Lee shifted and Derron found himself pulled into his lap, the hard bulge of the lion's erection pressing against his backside. They kissed again and Derron was taken aback by Lee's passion. Lee wrapped his arms around Derron as the panther sought to wrap his legs around his waist. He shifted his weight to the edge of the sofa and Derron locked his ankles together behind Lee as the lion wrapped his thick, muscular arms around him, drawing him closer. Derron pressed himself against Lee's broad body, their kiss becoming more frantic with desire. His cock swelled, pressing hard against Lee's abdomen and he instinctively started moving his hips, grinding against the lion, enjoying the feel of Lee's trapped cock pressing against his perineum. He moaned into Lee's mouth, his hands sinking into his mane, enjoying the coarse feel as he moved his fingers through the strands. Lee let out a low growl as he came to the edges of an early climax and gently pushed Derron off his lap. Derron stood, panting, looking down at Lee, who was locked in place, staring at the tent in Derron's jogging bottoms.

He reached up and hooked his fingers over the wasitband and freed the panther's erection. He absently licked his lips as Derron's cock twitched inches from his face. Derron opened his mouth to say something but the words morphed into a low moan as Lee leaned forward and slowly slid his tongue up his cock, from base to tip. Derron found himself engulfed in the lion's maw, the feel of Lee's rough tongue gently exploring an unexpected bliss, the tantalizing graze of his teeth and slow build up of pressure as Lee sucked at him rendering him speechless and unable to do anything beyond encourage him. Derron nearly fell forward but arrested himself by bracing himself against Lee, one hand clucthing at his prosthetic shoulder whilst the other grabbed a fistful of hair and forced Lee to take him deeper.

Lee complied with a low growl that tickled through his shaft on a hot gust of breath and took him deep into his mouth, his nose pressing firmly against Derron's stomach. Lee brought his hands up and ran them slowly up Derron's body, feeling the taught muscles rippling with ecstacy as he pleasured him. Derron's grip tightened as Lee started moving back and forth, his tongue grazing the twitching shaft caught in his mouth. He pulled back and settled on licking Derron's tip with languorous strokes of the tongue. He removed a hand from Derron's shirt and gripped the base of his cock, holding him fast. He started stroking with a firm grip as he slowly, gently licked, his other hand going to Derron's hip to try and hold him still. It didn't matter anyway; Derron was hanging on for dear life, hunched over Lee's head, leaning on him, paralyzed by the lion's ministrations.

Lee played with the firm barbs, flicking them playfully with the tip of his tongue, licking away the beads of pre that formed on the tip of his swollen head, enjoying the warm, salty taste. Above him, Derron shuddered and moaned. Lee paused, waiting for him to calm, hoping he would. He wanted Derron to release in his mouth, not on his face. At least, not this time. When Derron settled down, Lee went back to work. He stopped stroking and started playing with the panther's balls as he went back to sucking his cock. Derron cried out, his tail curling tightly and his nails dug into Lee's shoulder and scalp. His whole body went tense and his hips bucked hard. Lee growled around his cock and listened to Derron's cries of ecstacy, his hips twitching, his cock throbbing as he came. Lee continued play with him for a moment longer, only releasing him when he started squirming in his grip.

He stayed in position, letting Derron lean against him as he gathered his thoughts and panted. While he waited, he placed a series of gentle kisses on him, taking the opportunity to get a closer look of what was beneath the tank top. He had seen Derron shirtless many times before; they lived together afterall and Derron was an avid swimmer, making use of the pool in the backyard on an almost daily basis. But to be able to finally touch him, that was something else; it was a dream come true. He ran a hand back under his shirt and caressed the panther's taught abs. He kissed the base of Derron's flaccid cock as he did so and Derron let out a weak laugh.

'Mm..?' Lee queried as he explored what he could from his vantage.

'Tickles...' Derron managed, 'Your whiskers...'

'I didn't realise you were so ticklish.' Lee purred as a series of ideas struck him, one after another.

Derron pressed his lips together, realising that he had most likely just fired Lee's imagination. He carefully removed himself from Lee's grip and stood, swaying, his gaze fixed on nothing imparticular. His mind was still reeling from what had just happened. He hadn't been expecting anything like that. He had received head many times before, each experience varying from poor to highly satisfying. His experience with Lee had just raised the bar into the exosphere. He figured the only other person that could top that would be an incubus. He gazed at Lee, who was still sitting on the edge of the sofa. He licked his lips as if he had just eaten a fine meal. He returned Derron's gaze. Derron could see the hunger in his eye and he felt he would be remiss if he didn't address it.

'What do you want to do next?'

'You.' Came the simple reply. Derron laughed. 'For that, I need you in my bedroom.'

Lee pulled himself to his feet and scooped Derron up, putting him over his shoulder.

'Wait- What?'

'You can barely stand.' Lee said matter-of-factly and carried him into his room.

He deposited Derron on his bed and rummaged through the top drawer in his bedside table. He pulled out a large bottle of unscented lube and flicked the cap off, twitsing the nozzle into an unlocked position. Derron stared at it, temporarily uncomprehending.

'Oh.' He eventually said.

'Something you don't want to do?' Lee asked in genuine curiosity.

Derron looked from the bottle to the thick bulge pressed against the lion's thigh and said, 'I'm a bit smaller than you...' He said tentatively, 'I don't know if you'll fit...'

Lee looked down, his eyebrows raised. He unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans. He slid off the bed and looked at Derron who was still sat he had been dropped, propped up on elbows. He looked a little concerned as he looked at Lee's groin.

'Which is why I intend on making sure you're ready for me. That is, if you want to...?'

Derron nodded and Lee grinned. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, making sure that Derron got a good look.

Derron's lips parted in a silent 'Oh' as he watched the thick muscles flex and bunch as he moved. He tossed his t-shirt to one side and ran his hands through his mane, taming the stray strands and smoothing it down. Derron watched hungrily as his thick biceps moved, his attention riveted to the mountain of hard, chiselled muscle at the foot of the bed. His gaze slid down Lee's body, following the trail of thick hair to his navel, then further downward, his gaze transferring to the hard V that disappeared into his shorts. Lee hooked his thumbs over the tops of his jeans and shorts, and watched in glee as Derron's expression shifted from hunger to something approximating 'I need it now' as his cock swung up and he shimmied out of his jeans.

'Definitely bigger than me...' Derron murmured, sounding a little hesitant.

'My dear boy,' Lee growled, slicing through Derron's attention, 'I'm going to feast on you and you're going to enjoy every second of it.'

Derron couldn't help it. He laughed again, his apprehension dissipating. He always used that tone of voice when mocking the ultra rich and nobility, and he often used it to lighten a tense mood, too.

'I'm sure I am, my lord,' He replied, playing along.

Lee chuckled and crawled onto the bottom of the bed, 'First, we need to remove your clothes. Starting with your pants, since they're already halfway down your ass.'

He tugged on the cuffs of his jogging bottoms and cast them aside. He looked at Derron, his head slightly tilted in thought.

'Yes?' Derron asked innocently, suddenly feeling exposed. He always went without underwear when dressed in jogging bottoms and he knew exactly what was on Lee's mind.

'No shorts?'

'No. I don't wear anything when I'm in my jogging bottoms.'

'That's pretty much all the time when you're not in uniform or in the pool.'

'I am aware of that fact, yes.'

'So, what you're telling me is, that this whole time, when you've been strutting about the house, outside, in town even... Is that you've gone shortless? Every time. Just... No underwear. At all.'

'Every time. No underwear.' Derron reassured.

'I should have known.'

'What?'

'It's always the quiet ones.' Lee replied and straddled him.

He seized the hem of Derron's shirt, pulling it up over his head, pausing to admire the flexing of his muscles as he wriggled free. Derron leaned back on his elbows again and looked down the length of his body. Lee's cock was inches above him and he reached up to touch it. Lee sighed softly as he wrapped his fingers around him. He admired his girth and traced the bulging veins to the base and back up to the swollen tip, running the pad of his thumb across his barbs as he reached down to stroke his heavy balls. He glanced up at Lee who towered over him, a cliff of honey coloured muscle, watching his reaction as he slowly stroked him.

Lee sighed and started moving his hips. A bead of silver pre formed on the tip of his cock and Derron wiped it away with the palm of his hand and started stroking again, using it as lube. A soft growl rumbled deep in Lee's chest and his eyes lidded as he moved, his aching cock gliding through Derron's fingers. He reached up, running his broad hands across his body as he moved in the panther's firm grip. Derron's cock swelled as he listened to Lee's deliciously soft moans and growls. More pre beaded thickly on his tip and Lee's right hand came down, his fingers wrapping around Derron's hand. He encouraged Derron to squeeze tighter, increasing his grip on Derron's fist, wordlessly teaching him how much he could take. Derron picked up the pace, listening with glee as the lion was lost to bliss, a hand going behind his head as he thrust his hips, gradually picking up the pace. Derron released his balls and played with his barbs, gauging Lee's reaction, looking up at him and enjoying the sight of the lion becoming lost in a sexual haze.

Lee groaned and his cock throbbed, 'I'm coming...' He panted.

Derron continued, driving Lee to the edge, turning his face away as the lion let go, a low, gutteral growl hissing through clenched teeth as he came. Thick, sticky ropes of semen latticed Derron's torso, running in thick rivulets across his abs and chest. He licked a strand from his lips, enjoying the unique, warm, musky flavour that Lee carried. Above him, Lee panted and looked down at Derron, his softening cock still held in his hand. He leaned down, sliding from his grip and kissed Derron, working from his way from his mouth, across his jawline and down his neck. He kissed his way across his chest and started lapping at the silver that matted Derron's dark fur. His tongue grazed a nipple and Derron reached up, encouraging him to continue. Lee licked and nibbled the panther's nipples, eliciting soft sighs from him. As he worked his way down his body, grooming Derron with long, slow, tantalizing licks, Derron shifting his position to bring his knees up either side of the lion.

Lee kissed the inside of his thighs, moving across to Derron's balls. He took them in his mouth, suckling on them and Derron arched his back, groaning, feeling the rough surface of Lee's tongue tickling through the downy fur to gently graze across the skin. Lee licked a finger, soaking it in saliva and went back to sucking Derron's balls as he slowly inserted the finger inside him. He looped his free arm around Derron's leg and started gently stroking his cock as he massaged the panther's prostrate. Derron started squirming, grabbing fistfulls of bedding, a quiver running like static through his body. Lee added another finger and stretched him a little wider. Derron writhed as a third entered him and he felt like he was about to explode. He couldn't say anything, Lee had rendered him speechless once more and so he rode the waves of his lust, feeling the pressure inexorably building until he couldn't hang on.

Lee pulled away at the last second and Derron moaned, his cock twitching, his balls aching as his orgasm ebbed away before he could release. He lay flat on the bed, shuddering, his breathing ragged. Lee leaned across him and plucked the bottle from the bedside table.

'I think you're ready now.' He rumbled, his fingers tripping up Derron's abdomen.

Derron moaned softly at the touch, his entire body tingling, his senses running high. His gaze travelled down Lee's body and alighted on his cock. He was hard again, long and thick, his barbed shaft twitching minutely. He watched as Lee pumped some lube onto the tip of his cock, holding it upright and letting the clear liquid dribble thickly downwards. He put the bottle to one side again and spread Derron's legs wide. He kept eye contact with Derron as he guided himself slowly inside, watching with relish as the panther's expression shifted from wonder, to surprised and finally melting into a look of pure lust. Lee pushed into him slowly, watching for signs to stop. Derron groaned, his head falling back against the pillows as Lee buried himself fully inside him.

Lee let out a soft moan of his own. Derron was wonderfully tight, hot and slick and the feel of his muscles shuddering around him was almost unbearable. He kept his hands on Derron's legs, holding them wide as he slowly pulled back. Derron gasped and Lee pushed back into him. He moved slowly at first, allowing Derron to get used to him, only picking up his pace when the panther demanded it in a voice thick with desire. Derron writhed and arched his back to greet every thrust, the feel of Lee's thick cock deep inside him driving him deeper into ecstacy. He had never had anyone so deep inside him and he had shied away from those of Lee's size through fear of injury. But Lee had taken care, taken it slowly at first and had gotten him thoroughly worked up. The lion leaned over him as he raised his legs higher. Lee slid an arm beneath him and held him as close as possible while he pounded into him, his breath coming in hard, ragged gasps. Derron's hands roved across Lee's body, feeling the muscles contracting and flexing as he moved. Lee hooked his other arm around a leg and he held Derron fast.

Derron groaned. The feel of Lee's cock moving inside him was amazing, the firm massaging of the barbs that crowned his tip was almost unreal. He had never felt anything like it, nothing so big, hot or amazing. He watched through slitted eyes as Lee bore down on him, his hips thrusting hard, his heavy balls slapping into his spread buttocks and driving him closer to the edge faster than he had anticipated. The pressure started building again and he felt his cock ache, his balls tightening as Lee thrust into him as hard as he dared, his pace swift, enjoying the feel of the tip of his cock rubbing against Lee's abs. Lee released his leg and grasped Derron's cock in a firm grip. He started stroking him and Derron's groans became louder and more frequent. Lee panted, watching Derron's reactions with interest as he stroked the panther's cock, beads of pre dripping onto his dark abs. Derron was lost in a thick haze of sex, his expression slack, his muscles twitching spasmodically with each forward thrust.

Derron groaned again and Lee answered with a moan of his own. Their voices filled the musky air as they drove each other to their climaxes. Derron cried out, unable to contain himself any longer, the unexpected strength of his orgasm ripping him from his paralytic state with am agonized cry. He clawed at Lee's back as he came, his body spasming as his cock pulsed and he came up Lee's hard body. Lee continued pounding away, lost to his own pleasures, Derron's orgasm-fuelled writhing pushing him to the edge. He reared up, snarling as he came, releasing himself deep inside Derron. He shuddered and slowly toppled to one side, pulling Derron close to him. Panting, breathless, quivering with exertion, they kissed, their bodies pressed together.

Derron sighed contentedly. His day had started off so differently and he was glad that he had not opted to hang around and wait for the Star Gazer to dock. Things might have turned out differently otherwise and he wouldn't be lying in Lee's bed, naked and floating in the pink haze of afterglow.