Iron Author #15: The Touch, The Words, The Warmth part 4
#11 of Iron Author
After far too long for my liking, he's the next part! It shouldn't be as long until the next part, this semester is nearly over and my free time should swell like a knot in a tailhole.
Guided by his lover's big paws, he sat up and maneuvered his butt over the hard throbbing bearmeat that was still dripping in saliva and pre. Moans fell from the coyote's muzzle, the head of the cock rested at the entrance to his tailhole only momentarily before he sunk down, making it bump past his prostate and causing a shiver to run up his spine. He sat there in bliss as the thick dick filled him, it was stretching his muscles out and made him feel whole again, like this was where he belonged. There was a soft thump when his butt had hit the bear's pelvis, and he moaned gleefully now that all of his lover's cock was deep inside him.
He lifted himself up slowly, leaning at an angle to make that rod of flesh press into his pleasure button, and pushed himself down with a wet smack. He let out all of the air in his lungs with a moan as the his body immediately craved for him to repeat the motion. Cal was groaning with each of his pup's thrusts, watching as the coyote's member bounced and spurted drops of pre-cum everywhere. He found himself humping into the hot, moist hole that his cock was invading and helping Ted impale himself. Their rhythm was quick to develop, they had done this many times before. Calvin loved how that tight hole would instinctively clamp down on his member each time it was push as deep in as it could go, and felt like it was trying to hold him inside longer when they pulled apart.
The very sight of his pup bouncing so eagerly in his lap was so thrilling, the joys his body was giving him served only to fuel his lust for more. He gripped the 'yote's cock on the knot and squeezed gently, making Ted yip and a jolt of pre splatter on the bear's brown chest. His pup quickened his pace on the thick rod of flesh in his butt, eager to show just how much he liked how Cal played with his red member. His paw wrapped around the swollen bulge and stroked slowly to make the canine squirm as he rode, his fingers were soon only touching by their tips and prodded the spots on his lover's cock that he knew were there, and his motions were easily quickened by the amount of pre that the 'yote was making.
His pup's tan fur was slightly lighter on his belly and crotch, and a bit on the tip of his tail, he occasionally teased him saying that it was because of all the bear-cum he was spraying over it. But the coyote did look better when the bear marked him, rubbing it into his fur so to make the scent of Calvin stay longer, having his warm, loving, if naughty smile broad on those canine lips. Ted's tail was always confused on what to do, either flapping about like a flag in the wind to scream joy or staying still and puffed up in a spike of pleasure when the bear's hot meat prodded at his button. And his lover's paws were usually crawling around, seeking nipples to play with no matter whose they were or rubbing and petting whatever fur they had to grab. He loved the way his lover bounced on his lap, using his legs to lift himself up, the muscles flexing up his hips and chest, and when he could see it the tight butt muscles they loved working out together tightening with every pleasurable smack of their thighs.
Ted could feel every inch of Cal's stiff cock, from rubbing against his prostate as it made its way deeper to the bulge of its head pressing into his anal walls. It made his feel like it was hard to breath, with so much space inside him being taken by that warm dick like it was pushing his innards together. It was natural to let his breaths flow with the rhythm of their loving, breathing in when the hard shaft pulled out and letting it rush out with his moans as the member came back in. His tailhole was constantly being stretched by the length of the bear-meat, relaxing never made much difference in that, but clenching down on the shaft would cause a shot of pre-cum to burst from the invader which felt hot against his sensitive insides. He could feel Calvin breathing underneath him, both of their bodies rising and falling by the mass and power of those muscles.
His bear was warm too, he leaned forward as he could no longer keep himself up and cuddled with the brown bear as he took over more and quickened the pace. He buried his keen canine nose into the brown fur, the heated scent of musk and woods flooding his nose, sparking memories of the times Cal and him had gone camping and he ended up with holding onto a tree for dear life. He could also smell their scents mingling, joining together in his nose in ways that made his dick harder, its pre smearing in between their chests. He smell their joined scent coming from the bedsheets too, no matter how hard they washed them the odor of their long fuckings just wouldn't come out, or at least not for long. It was probably what made them both wake up in the morning already rubbing their cocks against one another in their sleep.
Cal loved the way his pup moaned when he angled his rod to poke his prostate, it was somewhere between a whimper and a cry for more, and it was so thrilling that he was the one who could make the coyote do it. When he growled his low, fierce tone into the canine ear it was always fall back with a submissive gasp from the thin muzzle, unless of course he was nibbling on it's tip while he did it. Even the 'yote's panting sounded eager to please him, like his pup was putting all of his effort into pleasing Cal. But those were not the sounds that he loved the most. He grabbed Ted in his paws and rolled over on top of him, his thick member never leaving the warm embrace of that tailhole, and thrusted with the new angle deeper into the canine. He smiled broadly as his pup whimper loudly, and half-formed words of begging for more.
He grabbed the coyote's neck with his teeth, letting the tips of them sink in gently without piercing the skin, and his growl of dominance strengthened. He used the new angle to piston his hips roughly against the tan butt, making his cock glide in and out of the tailhole with ease with great speed. He could feel his pup shaking underneath him, and he could feel the knot on the dick sandwiched between their fuzzy chests throbbing, the tailhole he was invading squeezing down uncontrollably. His own thrusts were growing erratic and he could feel his climax coming up like pressure in a cannon just before firing.
"Please..." Ted whispered, Cal's teeth chewing gently on his soft, tan neck. "Fill me."