The End of the Night
A date ends, and a long night begins.
This story was written for Ironmania2003. It contains M/M sex between consenting adults. :3
The End of the Night
There were a couple of ways that a night could end for people out on a date together. It could end politely, with a smile, maybe a handshake or hug and some gently spoken words about how nice and pleasant and thoroughly fine the evening had been. It could end awkwardly, with expectations not matching up and one person pushing for far more than was expected or wanted by the other. It could end in conflict, simmering disdain having built throughout the evening into an argument that boiled over before the parties involved could flee and be free of one another for the rest of their lives. Or it could end reluctantly, with sincere and intimate professions of enjoyment and suggestions, perhaps even pleas that they share those experiences again at a later date, hopefully not too far removed from the current one.
Of course, there was another alternative, and that was for the night not to end at all. For the date to have gone so well, for the chemistry to have been so perfectly attuned and for the stars to have virtually aligned in such a way that not only did neither party want things to come to an end, but they both found themselves in a position where they were brave or foolish enough to admit as much to their companion.
Iron mewled softly as Xander's hands wrapped around his buttocks, and lifted the ocelot gently off the ground. He felt his back come to rest against one of the inner walls of the elevator car as they rolled their way up towards the kangaroo's apartment, and as he rested there, pinned in place with absolutely no desire to be released, he finally felt Xander's lips on his. From the first joke they'd shared over breadsticks in the quiet little Italian place they'd chosen for dinner, Iron had wanted to kiss Xander, and by the feel of things as the kangaroo's tongue teased its way between Iron's lips the kangaroo had wanted to kiss the ocelot just as eagerly. Their heads tilted and the kiss deepened, the elevator shuddering slightly as it came to a halt but neither one of them proving willing to break the kiss even as the doors slid open and offered them the exit. They were still making out rather intensely some thirty seconds later when the doors slid closed again and the elevator began to descend, the two men bashfully forcing themselves apart and trying not to look like they'd just been making out as they were carried right back to the ground floor where another couple appeared to be waiting to go up to their place. Awkwardly, neither one of them able to think of a reason why they'd travelled down in the elevator and now wished to go back up again, all Iron and Xander could do was step out of the elevator and watch as it ascended without them, only for the kangaroo to blush, take Iron by the hand, and nod towards the stairwell.
"C'mon. If you're gonna leave me breathless anyway... we might as well start here."
Four flights of stairs later the two men emerged still hand in hand and rather red in the face. Which of them had first begun whispering to the other to urge them on with greater haste they could barely recall, but the result was obvious. Two tents stretched out the fabric of their smart slacks, and as they rushed to Xander's front door the kangaroo pulled Iron in front of him even as he was fumbling with they key, pressing the ocelot face-first to the door and shamelessly grinding his erection against the feline's ass. A few eternally drawn out moments later and the door was open. They half rushed, half tumbled inside, and no sooner had the door slammed shut again Iron found himself pinned against it for a second time, this time from the inside.
Their lips met again, another heavy French kiss engulfing their senses as hands began to wander. There were no offers of coffee or a tour made to provide cover or context for Iron being here, neither man the slightest bit ashamed of what they both hoped and deep down already knew outright was going to happen. Fingers caressed swollen and stretched crotches before rising to pluck at shirt buttons and belts. Clothes fell away as Xander guided Iron towards the bedroom, and by the time they actually fell upon the bed itself all that remained upon either of their bodies were two pairs of rather stretched out boxer-briefs. Items of underwear which soon found themselves pressed against one another as Xander rolled over and pinned Iron playfully beneath him, both men blushing but grinning at one another as they panted, murmured and felt their obvious arousal twitching and throbbing against the other man's own.
"Hey, uh... I could beat around the bush, but we've been pretty open about what we're looking for so far, so, do you mind if I tell you what I'd really like to do right now?"
Xander murmured softly as he loomed over the blushing, happily squirming ocelot. Iron beamed and shook his head, face glowing hotter beneath his lush fur as the kangaroo leaned down and kissed him gently once again.
"Not at all. Tell me."
A panting muzzle brushed against his once, and a few fevered words escaped in their wake.
"I wanna put my cock in between those soft lips of yours."
Their eyes met, wide and blazing with fire on both counts, and Iron felt Xander's cock twitch against his own more urgently than ever as they kissed again with another flurry of tongues, only for the kangaroo to whisper to him once again.
"And then... then, if you'd like it, I'd really, really kinda like to roll you over, get a look at that cute ass I felt in the elevator, and fuck you."
Mere moments later, the two men were naked. The ocelot barely had a chance to admire Xander's exposed erection however before he found the kangaroo straddling his chest, and that very same cock he had been staring lustily at just moments before probing between the panting, open lips of his muzzle. Xander wasn't rough, but at the same time he showed no hesitation in taking control of the situation. His hands cupped the back of Iron's head and guided the feline male's first few bobs back and forth upon his erection. Only then did his hips join in, and only when Iron seemed comfortably settled into the rhythm of his blowjob did Xander pick up the pace once more.
It took maybe three or four minutes before the kangaroo ramped his thrusting up to top speed, and Iron gurgled as he found himself being well and truly muzzle-fucked by the 'roo. All the while Iron's own arms were wrapped around Xander in an eager embrace, and the ocelot found himself squirming and groaning around the marsupial's member as Xander's thick tail swept back and forth across his body, rubbing and teasing at Iron's own erect, exposed cock in a manner that had to be intentional given just how incredible it felt. With his eyes rolling back in their sockets as the kangaroo managed to hump his muzzle and pleasure him all at once, it was all Iron could do just to suckle and slurp at the cock being so eagerly and repeatedly fed into his maw, trying to lap at its underside with his rough tongue but often finding his own muzzle far too busy moaning and grunting in delirious pleasure to truly concentrate on what he was meant to be doing.
To Iron's relief though, it didn't seem that Xander had ever intended for those oral efforts to be the main event. The kangaroo was throbbing and drooling pre-cum down the back of his throat, but Xander still hadn't shown any sign of being remotely close to cumming when he pulled his saliva glistening cock from Iron's muzzle and lifted himself up and off the ocelot's handsome naked figure. Instead the kangaroo knelt beside Iron's exposed and prone form, and ran a gentle hand down the length of the ocelot's torso, from his chest to his belly and lower still until Iron's eyes bulged and a mewling cry escaped him as Xander grasped and squeezed his own already drooling, straining shaft.
"I wanna see you cum..."
Xander moaned to the squirming, gasping cat, grinning as Iron's cheeks burned crimson beneath his fur but not stopping his teasing words or tenderly stroking hand for even a moment.
"I wanna feel it. Hear it. I want to cum with you, Iron. Any idea how I could do that?"
The answer was obvious, and even with his head spinning in lustful excitement Iron knew that Xander already had the answer in his own head. Still, he moaned it pleadingly and questioningly all at once, eager for the kangaroo's approval.
"Fuck me, Xander?"
Grinning, the 'roo rolled Iron over without another word. He pulled the cat up onto all fours, only to push his upper body down again as he approached the ocelot from the rear and leaned down over him, practically mounting him doggy-style upon the soft sheets of the bed. Iron whined as he heard the slurp of a saliva-rich muzzle wrapping around and licking at something, and he mewled in a strained whimper as just seconds later he felt a hand probing between his buttocks, a wet, slippery finger wriggling its way into his waiting, tight but definitely not virgin ass.
"How do you like it?"
The kangaroo whispered to Iron as he slipped a second finger into the ocelot's rump, moving them both slowly and gently in and out to begin with, then picking up the pace and getting a little more rough. Iron's toes curled, his tail thrashed and he let loose a strangled cry.
"L-like that!"
He wailed in response to the more rough, vigorous action of Xander's digits.
"Ohhh god, just... just like that."
A gentle kiss landed on the back of his head, followed by a playful nipping of teeth at one of the ocelot's ears. Iron gurgled in desperation as the fingers in his ass withdrew, and yowled in delight as just moments later he felt Xander's body shift above him again and felt something a little thicker and much harder and hotter than those two furred digits probing against the pucker of his back passage. He heard the kangaroo moan in his ear, and a moment or two later Xander whispered to him as with one hand wrapped around Iron's torso and the other already reaching down to seek out the ocelot's twitching cock, he pressed his cock into Iron's rear end at long last.
"Just like that?"
Xander teased with a husky breathlessness to his own lustful words.
"Or... maybe even a little harder?"
Within moments of the kangaroo's cock pressing deep into Iron's depths and beginning to piston in and out, the ocelot was howling to the heavens as his clawed fingers tore at the clean sheets upon Xander's bed. His eyes stared glassily out into nothingness as almost immediately the other man's cock began to hammer against his prostate, and his muzzle fell slack, rough tongue flopping out limply and rendering him panting like a dog as Xander's hand upon his cock provided him with a sublime reach-around to turn that already intense pleasure into something utterly mind-bending. The bed creaked, and Iron groaned as he felt the slightly larger kangaroo's weight pressing down against him from above as Xander leaned forward to try and get even more leverage from which to thrust. The kangaroo's powerful thighs slapped against Iron's buttocks so fast and so forcefully it was almost like being spanked, but as the kangaroo's heavy balls rocked and impacted against his own testicles with equal force, there was no pain. No discomfort as his prostate was struck repeatedly and his cock was rubbed every bit as rapidly. Just pleasure. Pure, unceasing pleasure.
The bedroom was soon filled with the sounds and scents of sex. Just as Iron's ass was filled with kangaroo cock his ears rang with his own yowling cries and Xander's breathy gasps and grunts of effort. He could feel the room heating up and smell the scent of bodies, of maleness and sweat and sex. Xander's weight over him was growing more and more pleasant, more comforting and soothing by the second even as his fucking reached new levels of intensity, and Iron could barely see, barely think as the relentless pleasure of being fucked and jerked off all at once drove him urgently towards orgasm.
"Fuck... I'm close."
When he heard those words escaping not his own muzzle but Xander's, Iron almost lost control right there and then.
"Your ass. Fuck... it's perfect. It's... aahh god, tell me you're close too, Iron. Tell me you're gonna cum with me."
The ocelot mewled in both desperation and sincerity, nodding feverishly as he clawed at and shuddered upon the bed more gleefully than ever.
"I am. Oh, Xander. Please. Please cum in me. Don't hold back, don't pull out."
Even in the throes of their increasingly wild and frantic fucking, the kangaroo snorted with laughter.
"Ahh. Aaahh god, Iron. Pull out? Hold back? Why the hell would I do that!"
As if to prove his point, Xander's thrusts grew faster. And faster, and faster still. Iron yowled loudly as his legs gave out beneath him and he was pinned flat to the bed by the force of the kangaroo's thrusts, but even that didn't stop Xander's hand on his cock from continuing to squeeze and pleasure him in perfect timing with the marsupial's strikes at his prostate. The whole room seemed to shake with that last surge of intensity, and as Iron heard Xander's own cries reaching a similar level to that which his had been ringing out at for most of their time together at long last he could feel the kangaroo's cock pulsing within him, harder than ever and ready to blow.
With a wailing cry that outmatched anything the ocelot had uttered up to that point, Xander drove his hips forward one last time and held himself hilted fully within his feline bedfellow as his cock twitched and began to unleash ribbon after hot, thick ribbon of cum into Iron's depths. He rocked his hips with repeated, feverish gasps and moans as he repeatedly drained his balls into the ocelot, and though Iron couldn't see the expression on his face he could practically hear the glee in Xander's groaning as the marsupial felt Iron's own erection strain and quiver in his grasp, then heard the almighty, desperately giddy roar that burst forth from the cat just seconds later.
Coating the bedding beneath him with streaks of his own seed as he was filled up by Xander, Iron revelled in the kangaroo's presence around and within him. Xander's weight lying over him, Xander's cock throbbing and pulsing inside his ass, twitching against his prostate even then. He mewled and gasped as his own body was drained of every drop of cum and every ounce of energy it possessed, and even as he found himself falling limp against the bedding as the last few twitches of orgasmic pleasure wracked his lithe frame, a goofy, weary grin still lingered upon his muzzle as he heard Xander give a satisfied gurgling moan from where the kangaroo was lying flat and equally relaxed against him.
"Ooh..."
Iron's cheeks flushed and his ears twitched as he heard Xander breathe with ragged excitement in the wake of their peak, but still felt the 'roo resting motionless over him, still with his now spent cock buried inside his back passage.
"Oh, that was... mmnhh, god, Iron. I needed that."
He kissed the back of the ocelot's neck, and nuzzled gently against that same spot just a moment later. Iron opened his muzzle to say something similar, to say that it had been good for him too, but before he could, Xander spoke up again with a simple and unabashedly direct question.
"Hey, no pressure, but... are you staying over?"
Iron whimpered bashfully, and turned his head to one side so that he could see Xander's face and figure out what kind of an answer the kangaroo was hoping for. He saw the kangaroo smiling. He saw Xander's eyes, weary but glimmering with hope, and purred as the other man's lips brushed against his neck and whispered to him once again.
"It's just... if you did? I'd quite like to do that again."
He nuzzled at the back of Iron's neck, and kissed him on that same spot.
"And maybe again after that..."
The ocelot purred louder, squirming and mewling happily as the kangaroo continued to lie against him, to kiss him, and to whisper to him with gentle yet eager hopes for what the rest of the night might involve for the two of them.
"...and again, and again, and... well, maybe after that we can take a nap."
Iron mewled happily, and giggled as he craned his neck around, met the kangaroo's gaze, and raised his eyebrows in a playful manner.
"And then?"
Xander grinned, craned his neck forward and pecked the blushing feline on the lips.
"And then, when we wake up all refreshed and eager... again."
By Jeeves
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