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This is the result of me banging my head against the keyboard for a few days dwelling upon how badly I need a lay. I plan to get on the second installment of Qrafta Arcana, but I needed to exorcise the demons of a yiffy brain. Enjoy the random smut; I'm sure there will be others much like it in the future -_-;

So I met Duncan at a swap meet about 2 weeks ago. Which is funny, because I never go to those things. It's funnier still because he's the first guy I've hooked up with in years that I didn't meet at an exclusively gay environment. It sort of just happened, I guess. Something like a mellow cross between what you see in romance novels and what most furs have to go through; We made eye contact and he grinned first, but I watched him from a distance for a good 30 minutes before I gathered the nerve to go talk to him.

Regardless, I've been seeing him for about 2 weeks and amazingly, I slept with him for the first time last night. I suppose you could chalk it up to busy schedules; I work PR for marijuana industry (I can't stand the stuff, but damn if it doesn't pay well) and he's the district manager for a pawful of steel mills that stretch across a couple states. We got to meet up on Fridays and one Saturday, but until last night, we never really had the time nor the free morning to devote to really going at it.

He's nice though, for a tiger. Generally, the only thing I dislike more than a tiger (as far as other felines go) is a lion, but neither are all that different than the other. Both of them have that annoying king-of-the-world kind of mentality and they expect everyone to just bend over for them without so much as a growl in protest. Never fun to do that. Regardless, even though I've only seen him a few times, these two weeks have been a pleasant little reminder of what it was like to look for love in high school. It helps that he looks like he could have been sculpted from marble...

I actually met Tora just this afternoon. Apparently, he's been one of Duncan's closest friends for a while now--though for how long, I never cared to ask. They seem close, though. I spent no more than 15 minutes talking to them earlier and I got that "hetero lifemate" kind of vibe except, of course, that Duncan is far from hetero and I managed to catch Tora glancing at me once or twice in the short conversation.

If I was poetic, I'd liken them to snow and fire. Duncan's fur is one of the brightest red-oranges I've ever seen in tigers, and Tora's quite literally looks like snow. However, I'm not poetic, so I'll just leave it at this: both of those tigers look too damned good for their own egos, which happens to be a common problem in tigers (and lions.)

I saw Duncan by chance today. He was outside some French restaurant, seated across from Tora with nothing other than some sodas of some sort before them. Between the way his head was held back and his uproarious laughter filled the air, my first guess was that he was actually with a friend--who seemed to be smirking from some sort of joke or comment.

I shouldn't have gone over there, but I did. But I can't say that I'm not glad I did either. Within 15 minutes, I'd been introduced to Tora and had plans for the evening. I figured it a good thing, though, because a night to relax with Duncan would be nice and Tora would surely prove a cock-block enough so that I could just relax without feeling like I needed to raise tail again... even though I was sure I could live with that happening~.

So that's what brings me here, at Duncan's door, with the early night sky of a winter night to my back. I turn a glance over my shoulder to admire the starless sky while I wait for some movement within the well-lit apartment. Hanging loosely from my left paw is a plastic bag with an opened bottle of tequila and a half-empty bottle of Tanqueray's London Dry Gin (Mmmmm). I brought my shot glass too, but I also brought a couple spares in case I manage to work my pseudo-alcoholic magic and convince someone to take a shot of tequila that didn't previously want to take a shot of tequila.

Sit around and watch the game over a couple of beers, my ass. I've never been a beer person, even since I was a kit. I told them I was bringing liquor for myself and neither of them seemed to mind. I also ignored the slight glint on Tora's smirk as I brought it up since I try not to be a flirt with people I'm not intending on making a move on.

The sound of the knob turning brings my attention back to the door and I smile to Duncan as he pulls it open. He grins down at me and I watch as his gaze falls to the bag I'm holding before looking me over as he makes his way back to my eyes. I'm still wearing the same shorts, but I changed into a blue t-shirt. He's in sweats and a white wife-beater with the words "Man U" painted by paw in red. I can't believe he thinks they're going to win.

"Hey" He says as he steps to the side.

"Hey" Is all I reply as I step past him and grin up at him. I brush my shoulder against his as I step into the apartment. It's the first time I've actually been here and it smells pleasantly of clean and his own brand of tiger. I can't distinguish Tora's scent underneath it, but I see his sandals near the door as I tug mine free. He's one of the few furs that can pull off white Solarays, but I guess that it helps that his fur matches it to the letter.

Just as I'm slipping my footpaws out of my sandals, I feel Duncan's paw rest on my hip just before I feel his chest to my back. This close, he's tall enough that I look more up than back, but as I do, I catch his lips to mine. I'm surprised, honestly, and I think he is a little too that I let him kiss me. It's rather chaste, yes, but I'm immediately reminded of how long it's been since I've been in a relationship because I'm not quite sure what contact is okay and what contact is too much. But his paw doesn't move and his tongue doesn't press against my lips so I take it as a sign that not much more is going to happen.

For kicks, I press my tail into his crotch as my lips get freed up--it's not like we haven't fucked, after all. His reaction is priceless. His eyes shut smoothly and his entire body shudders all at once as I feel the paw on my hip tighten just a little before I pull away. It's a moment before his eyes open again and he can see the grin I've been waiting to show him before I casually stride through the apartment with my free paw slipping into my pocket.

He's not one of those effeminate types. I knew that before I came here, but seeing his home a tad on the bland side just reinforced the point. His walls seem, if anything, bland and devoid of any desire to make it feel more warm. The walls are the bland shade of beige that I imagine was the standard color when he moved in and they lack any pictures to try and warm it up. He's like... 26, yet he acts like he's got nothing worth remembering. I wonder how his relationship with his family is for a moment as I press on through the narrow hallway into the living room where I see Tora stretched out on a chair with a beer in paw and a red t-shirt on.

Even the living room seems a bit too cozy for someone of Duncan's income; I guess he just doesn't feel like he needs anything bigger. There's a couch and a polished coffee table littered with papers and a pair of 6 packs of Heinekan. Pressed up against the wall is a large, flat screen television that can't be any fewer than 50 inches but I get the feeling that it might be closer to 55 or so.

There are some highlights of plays from games before, but I've seen them all. Tora looks up at with me with that same grin that I tried to ignore before and I offer a "Yo" and a wave as I drop my bag on the coffer table in the only space not littered with papers or beers.

I feel like being an ass. "Goalie of the year. Find me the guy that can score on him effectively."

"Don't even get started on Petr Cech. He's the only thing Chelsea's got going for them."

I grin and Tora laughs as he immediately gets excited. If his beer were full, it would have spilled into his lap from his outburst, though. He only holds his arms up in the "what now?" position and gives me a grin and nods his head.

"Rooney? Ronaldo? Take your pick. Hell, I'm sure even Dong could put one past him."

Honestly, I'll give him Ronaldo. Rooney, I'm not so sure about. He's bullshitting with Dong. But what kind of football fan would I be if I gave in that easily?

"Carvalho and Alex. They've been doin well this year. If Ronaldo and his boyfriends can even get passed them, they're not getting through Cech. Man U's goin nil this one."

I sit down on the empty couch and return the "what now?" gesture and he laughs as well. Both of us are ignoring the Irish accents of the commentators as Duncan returns with a glass full of ice and sets it down on the table right next to my bag. Amazing how some furs can remember the little things...

"You're crazy, you know? Walking into a Manchester United fan's home wearing blue?"

He plops down right next to me, close enough that I can feel him against my side, but he doesn't drape his arm around my neck. It's amusing cause it's awkward for both of us, but neither of us lets it show. I should look into his eyes--I'm sure--to see if I can figure out if he wants something a little more intimate, but like Hell I'm going to cuddle with a Man U fan when the game is on and another Man U fan is sitting there to cheer it on. Who do you think I am?

"Whatever."

I merely shrug and try to radiate confidence. We all know that both teams play well, but there's no way in Hell that any of us will admit that no one knows who's really going to win.

"Heh, little prince thinks he's gonna be okay in a tiger's den?"

Honestly, when Tora says it, that makes a single hair rise on my neck in the same way that a canine might if he was called a mutt--not a wolf though, they go straight to fists at that point. Lions are "Kings of the Jungle" so-to-speak, so mountain lions get the joy of being poked at for being mini-lions, or "princes". Back when even felines discriminated based on species, "prince" became the common slang that lions tossed at us. It eventually spread to all the greater felines. I sling it around with a few of my other cougar friends because that's what we do, but it still makes me tense for a half-second when a tiger, lion, or panther says it to me.

I retaliate by picking a fang with the claw of my index finger as I lean forward and break open the seal of the tequila. I pour my shot without looking back up at Tora.

"This prince isn't worried about a damned thing."

I grin despite the subconscious tension as I grab the shot glass. It's what most people might consider a shot-and-a-half... but I buy larger shot glasses--might be why some of my friends still call me an alcoholic. I make a point of looking him straight in the eyes before downing it as easily as if it were water.

I like tequila, I really do. But it's still alcohol and it still demands to be treated as such. I enjoy the half-second I have of it falling on my tongue before I swallow the whole gulp and slowly lower the glass to the table. Tora gives me that dumbfounded "No salt or lime?" look and I know, immediately, that he doesn't drink much.

I hear Duncan snicker behind me as I set the shot down and pour some of the Tanqueray's over the ice in the glass he brought me. He's never actually seen me drink before, but I've let it slip from time to time that I can handle a bit. The tequila was Cuervo Gold, so I'm not worried at all about doing anything stupid.

Let me point out now that gin is a strong, bitter drink. In my lifetime of drinking, I've played with it enough to find a couple of gin-based drinks that can be drunk smoothly, but most of them require very little of it. As much as I love it, a gin on the rocks still demands to be sipped at and the first sip is something akin to a kick in the muzzle.

I sit back and relax as Tora cracks open his second beer and Duncan sets the empty bottle of his second down. Duncan's side is warm and so I lean against it, but I keep my paws to myself as he does as well. It honestly doesn't feel awkward as the teams line up to kick off, even though I know that we'll be rooting for different teams for the next couple hours.

Chelsea gets first possession of the ball and I can feel Tora and Duncan seethe as I talk shit. Each tiger grabs for another beer and I sip casually at the gin which is starting to taste a lot more less like a kick in the face and a lot more like my favorite brand of alcohol. Duncan's nose flares and he winces a bit as I take a particularly long drink, but that might be because Chelsea's midfield is starting strong.

A couple passes and a well blocked shot at the tender later and both tigers are feeling significantly more confident. The shit talking is returned in droves and all I can do is assure them that there's no way in Hell Manchester United is going to win.

10 minutes and a nil - nil score later and the conversation switches to the UEFA coming up in the summer. At this point, it's no longer Duncan, Tora, and Andrew, but three American friends enjoying the best game the world has ever created as if we were in an English bar.

Cech's on fire, I might add. He's doing better than even I anticipated. Even the goalie of the year is fallible, but he's doing better than normal. Despite being on my second gin, I realize that it's because of Man U and Chelsea's strong rivalry that everyone seems to be playing well, but as I see Ronaldo make yet another exquisite attempt at a goal and watch Cech dive just in time to catch it, I still act like I knew all along that it wasn't going anywhere.

Sober, it would have been a good game. Inebriation makes it even better. Tora is laying across the chair by 20 minutes into the first half with his tail lazily draped over his stomach and the last couple sips of his fourth beer in his paw. Duncan's arm is actually over my shoulder with his paw laying over my chest while he holds onto his sixth one. Personally, I'm still on my second gin, but that's only because I keep catching Tora sneaking glances at me and I know that too many more and I'll start showing off. I love getting people drunk... it's not quite a turn-on but it's one of my favorite pass times. As I see Tora leaning so casually across the chair, I know that I can get him there... it's just that I know better in this situation. He is, quite possibly, my boyfriend's best friend.

"Oh! What now bitches?!"

I make a point to accentuate the "bitches" as I watch Drogba crushfuck the ball from 15 yards into the top-right corner off of a good pass. The crowd is a mesh of "boos" and cheers as both Tora and Duncan virtually scream "Come on?!" at the television multiple times. I can't help but add to the rising noise with my constant "That's what I'm TALKING about!" In the excitement, I polish off the last of my second gin and slam it down for emphasis before leaning back against the couch.

Tora's obviously agitated and so is Duncan, but it's not at me. Nevertheless, I feel Duncan's claws on my side as we settle back down and the replays show from the third angle. It's quite simple, actually. Drogba just got a well placed pass and he landed an accurate, powerful kick. But in the end, the score is still 1 - 0, so simplicity counts; the game is far from over, though.

Duncan growls a little and I quench the urge to start one of the Chelsea chants or songs by merely growling back. I can see in his eyes that he's mellowing out from the beers and he leans forward as if for another before realizing that he's polished off his 6-pack. I know that feeling all too well... which is why I always bring more than I know I'll need.

Tora, on the other hand, is livid. I can only laugh as he swears at refs, defenders, and the keeper as he polishes off his beer and goes for his fifth. I think Duncan looks almost longingly at his friend's last beer, but keeps it to himself as he does so. He wants something else to drink, but I've seen far too few beer drinkers fond of gin.

I'm a couple steps past lightheaded by the time half-time rolls around. Somewhere along the line, I polished off a third gin and moved into Duncan's lap. Tora finished his sixth and final beer and I can see him gawking at me openly during the quieter moments of the game. The last couple minutes before half-time, I swear I spend playing the "let's not get caught looking at each other game" with him while Duncan's paw casually scratches at my belly.

He's hard. His paw is making me hard. Tora's hard. If I wasn't about drunk, I'm sure I'd be suffocating on that wonderful scent of cat musk. As it is, the only reason I can tell Tora's sporting an erection is because his sweats are tenting.

The only time we're even paying attention to the game at this point, is when the crowd gets loud which lets us know that something is happening. It's bad, because even then, we're slow to react. Half-time begins with the score still 1 - 0, and I'm grinning even though there's still a lot of game left.

"So how did you guys become friends?"

Awkward question? Maybe. But I kinda want to know and we have some minutes to kill.

"Actually, we were dating for a while."

Duncan's voice from behind me is almost startling, partly because I can feel the words through his chest. If I were sober, I'd feel awkward about having brought it up.

"Yeah, we were together for a while but we both kinda figured we'd be better off just being friends."

Tora chimes in to polish off the explanation and what unnoticed tension might be lingering about. Unfortunately, there's still silence for a bit as a commercial comes on that none of us care about.

"That's it? That's all you're going to drink?"

Tora verbally prods and his tail springs to life as he tries to restart some conversation. I've been on the other end of this road too many times to get suckered into being goaded to drink more than I want, though. But it's no fun if I just say "no".

"Maybe. You have no room to talk though since you've been drinking kid's drinks all night."

He sits up and Duncan lets out a chuckle and a deep, deep purr which makes my back tingle.

"Pussy."

He jests, and I can tell. He's grinning and looking at me as if that will make me pour another gin. He's not slurring or anything, but his balance is just a little off. Mine is too, of course, but I'm an experienced almost-alcoholic.

The idea strikes me a half second before I'm sitting forward and laying out the other two shot glasses.

"Tough talk, but I think you're both being little bitches."

I grin just enough to show a fang as I pour all three shots into the glasses. The look on Tora's face as he realizes what he's walked into makes my tail twitch as I slide one of the shots towards him. As I look back, Duncan's just watching me with his black eyes and I just know there's something he's not telling me. But he leans forward without any prodding and grabs the other shot. I grin as I take mine and three feline paws hold up three glasses of the greatest shot on Earth.

"Chelsea!"

I shout before I down mine while Duncan and Tora return with a variation of "Fuck you" before downing theirs. The look on Tora's face is p~r~i~c~e~l~e~s~s and I burst out into a fit of laughter as I relax into Duncan's grip again. He sets his shot glass inside of mine and I set them both on the table as Tora rolls over a little and looks at me with an all too lewd smile.

He's done, I can tell. I'm not sure about Duncan, though. I know that the last shot is definitely going to put me in a zone that I shouldn't be in, but I'm sure that Duncan's presence is going to keep anything... insane from happening.

"I still think you're a pussy if that's all you're going to have. That's like... your third drink tonight?"

It's too funny to hear him speak. He's not slurring yet, but I can already hear how the last shot is starting to hit him. He's going to get fucked up by the last one and that makes me cackle with glee internally. I've still got enough sense about me that I can tell that he's trying to get me drunk, but it's a little strange that he's trying to do it while I'm sitting in his best friend's grip.

I mean... Duncan's paw is quite literally under my shirt and ruffling my stomach fur... and Tora is just watching.

"Talk to me in about 30 minutes when you can't keep your head up, light weight."

I grin and Duncan's paw slips into my soft shorts. I mean to bite the moan down, but I'm not sure if I do or not since I can't hear all too well anymore.

"I think you can handle more..."

When Tora gets up, it isn't with the grace that you'd expect from a feline, even a well built, high predator. His shin bumps into the coffee table as he leans over to grab my glass and struggles to pour some more gin into it without looking hammered. When he holds it up into my face, the only reason I don't say anything is because Duncan is busy stroking the half of my member that's not sheathed with his paw.

It smells almost painfully potent as there's no ice in it left and I look him straight in the eye as he wobbles a little in place.

"What? Are you trying to get me drunk so you can fuck me?"

It's supposed to be a joke, but having a paw down my pants takes away my ability to make it sound like one. Looking into his half-lidded eyes and hearing his silent response, it kind of sinks in that my boyfriend and his ex are really trying to get me drunk so they can fuck me. They really didn't need to do that...

I'm about to toss a glance back up to Duncan when he grips my sheath a little harder than he should and starts to nibble on my neck. Mentally, I sigh. Guess they were trying to seduce me.

"Fuck it. C'mere."

"And who do you think you're giving orders to, kitten?"

He says it with a terribly excited smile and sets the glass down. He leans in close to my muzzle so I can look him straight in the unfocused, blue eyes. From this distance, it's impossible not to smell the beer on his breath.

I should probably take this moment to point out a couple things. For one, I'm not a top but I'm not a bottom. I dance along the line in between but I'm really aggressive when I do it. Rough foreplay isn't even an option at this point, it's become as expected as penetration itself. Truly, I enjoy being taken, but I'll take anyone in a heartbeat if they're not dominant to prove it. I guess I just love alphas... and anyone who isn't an alpha is going to meet one really soon.

Another thing is that it takes me an incredible amount of time to get off. Like... I'm surprised Duncan even wants to see me again after last night. He fucked me about two and a half times before I got off and it seemed like the last one was really only for my sakes. I'm so used to not finishing that I can actually get content just to get a good fuck and fap later. And thinking about it, he probably told Tora about it... which is probably why Tora is looking at me like I'm some kind of prey. Problem being that I'm not.

Duncan learned a couple things from last night though, and he's exercising one of them right now: my neck is my spot. It's the part that makes it easiest to get me to roll over and be a good little bitch so I can tell it's going to be really, really hard already to keep from becoming one. Even if I do though, both of their blood will get pumping and I still win out in the end.

I think Manchester United starts off the second half with control of the ball when I grab hold of the back of Tora's head and pull him into a kiss. I'm not sure though.

His body falls into mine with the grace of an over filled and poorly stacked linen closet and I'm sandwiched in warmth as I press my tongue immediately into his muzzle. I keep his at bay though, stuck in his muzzle as mine controls the kiss and goes wild within. It's sloppy because he's drunk, and I'm pretty much drunk too.

He bites it though. Not hard, but just enough that I retract it in instinct and despite his lack of grace, he capitalizes instantly. I berate myself mentally as his tongue forces its way into my muzzle and there isn't much I can do as I try to wrestle back some ground. It doesn't help that Duncan nips on my neck and starts sucking harder, nor that I can feel Tora grinding his erection into Duncan's paw.

I moan into that beer-flavored tongue before I can stop myself as I feel his body fully crush into mine. Here I am, trapped between two tigers and clearly the smallest of the bunch... but Hell if I'm going to let it be that easy for them. I'm so busy trying to figure out what to do that I don't notice Duncan's paw leave my shorts and Tora's trapped cock grinding against mine until he grabs both of my wrists and pulls them to our sides.

Fuck him... he knows I'm good with my fingers and that's where I was going to start reclaiming ground. I tug against his grip briefly but it's strong enough to hold me in place. The upside is that he stops working my neck over as feverishly which helps me think. Duncan and Tora are both grinding into me from both sides and I'm egged on to do the best damned job I can to grind back given the limited range of motion... my footpaws aren't even braced on the ground.

It feels good but damn I'm agitated at being pinned like this so early. I let out a growl that hints at actual anger under the passion as Tora abandons my muzzle in favor of going after the other side of my neck. As soon as he hears the growl though, I feel him bite me just above the shoulder.

Of course, my growl instantly turns into a whine and a loud moan as I buck harder into his dick. His paws fall to my sides and slip under my shirt, but the way they rest is just shy of possessive. Held between these two, massive tigers, pretty much pinned in place, and having any chance at dominance fading quickly, it dawns upon me why Tora and Duncan weren't able to be a couple yet they managed to stay such good friends.

"You're both alphas... aren't you?"

I don't need Duncan to reply. Flashbacks of last night and how quickly he made it a point that he was exclusively a top are all the answer I need from him. Really, I've never seen a tiger that was a bottom. I've seen a couple switches, but they tended to lean towards topping. It never occurred to me that one of these two would have to be a bottom for the other until just now, and I can certainly see why it wouldn't have worked too well.

Tora only growls and I can feel his chest vibrate against mine before he pulls my shirt up a little.

Ok... definitely time to change my tactics.

I relax my wrists in Duncan's paws as I feel him begin to lick and nibble at my right ear. Tora's at my neck and another moan escapes me as I feel them both still grinding into me. I can faintly smell pre with my drunken nose, but I can't tell whose. I'm dangerously close to just rolling over and mewring for them as they take turns pounding my ass... dangerously close, but not quite there. Plus, they've both let their guards down.

I twist my paws slowly enough to get them out of Duncan's grip without making him feel threatened and set a paw on his hip. I use the other lift Tora off of me just enough for me to nuzzle his muzzle with mine. He takes the bait and pulls back without ceasing his grinding--an effort which has both of us painfully confined, I'm sure. It gives me a chance to breathe, which is what I really need if I'm going to keep my head together.

Pressing my nose into his neck gives me the chance to push him back just a little and get my paw down the front of his shorts. I don't even have to push his sheath back more than a half inch or so because he's already so hard. Both of our bodies are warm, but his dick is hot against my padded palm. He groans right into my ear as I keep leaning forward, paw stroking over that cock as I manage to get it over the top of his elastic waist band. He's probably wearing boxers... I really can't tell at this point.

It's important not to forget Duncan in this. I didn't get to put up much of a struggle with him before, but he might catch on before I can really work my magic. I keep this in mind as I goad Tora all the way back until he takes a heavy seat on the coffee table and spills the full glass of gin into a puddle that he lays in without even noticing. I'd chuckle if I wasn't focused so much.

Anyway, I let my tail up to rest along Duncan's chest and wag slowly against it as I grind my ass into his member which I'm pretty sure I can feel poking out of the top just a bit. His paws fall to my hips and hold me just loosely enough for me to keep grinding into him while he grinds back. I can hear him grunting behind me, and that's enough for me to know that I can leave most of my focus on the task at hand...

Luckily, the coffee table is close enough to the couch for me to be able to lean my weight on Tora's thighs as he spreads his legs and still be able to get the leverage for a good grind on Duncan's thighs as I curl my legs up onto the couch. There's really no point in dancing around the obvious once Tora settles down though, and I tug his sweat pants down to his ankles with the help of a little shifting on his part before he kicks them off.

Even drunk, I can't miss the incredibly potent musk that hits my face, and Tora lets out a sigh of relief as he's finally freed. His member virtually snaps back against his stomach, standing long enough to make me shiver in delight but not so long as to intimidate me. His barbs are reduced though, like most felines. It's supposed to be better for us in the long run somehow or another. Personally, I've only been with one fully barbed feline in my life... and it wasn't exactly pleasant. His legs are gorgeous though. Thick, solid thighs that connect to strong calves all covered in what almost looks pearlish fur with the racial slashes of black cutting across all the way down. I wish I could take the time to admire them, but I need to hurry and get Tora under my charm completely lest he snap out of it and I end up back at square one with one less trick up my sleeve.

I push his shirt up a little and peep at his tight abs while I grab his member with the other paw. He's leaking pre onto his stomach fur, of course, and there's quite a bit along the top couple inches of his cock. His boxers must look something interesting. He's groaning again as I grab his member and I think he's moving his paw to rest on my head in some last-ditch effort to halt my momentum, but I have his dick in my muzzle before it can land.

Fact: Alcohol dulls even the sense of taste.

Fact: It doesn't matter.

I have a nasty tendency of commenting on how fur's pre tastes. It's just a thing that I do often. I don't say it, this time, but I think it. He tastes good. Really good. It's salty, of course, but there's a hint of sweetness to it that makes me greatly look forward to sucking him off and greatly hope that his cum doesn't taste too bitter. I lick the top of it clean as a matter of habit before I start working more of his member. I'm not trying to get him off here, actually, though the thought begins to seem tempting when I hear him groaning.

I suck on him harder and pull more of his dick into my muzzle. I'm no canine though, so I get like three quarters of it in before it hits my throat. Considering things, that's a no-no, even as I feel the pressure of his paw trying to push my head down further. This is the fun part though.

I lean all of my weight on his hips and slowly use the leverage advantage I have to push my muzzle off his lap. I use my tongue to press the head of his dick against the roof of my muzzle the whole way and I can taste the trail of pre that it leaves. He tries to buck up into my muzzle as I retreat, but he doesn't have the leverage to do it.

And then I hear it. I almost shiver as I hear him moan, quietly and pleadingly. It's still got the rumble of an adult tiger that's used to being on top, but it only colors it. I imagine that his ears aren't completely upright and I feel positively evil for doing this to him. I hold him down and descend again slowly, twisting my head so that my tongue grinds against the underside of his member. Even his paw can't manage to get the strength to push me down from this position and I hear him actually purr.

Not quite checkmate, but check indeed.

Behind me, Duncan grips my tail at the base and grinds a bit harder against my ass. He's probably watching and enjoying this. He's a sick bastard, isn't he? I'm starting to like a bit more. Trying to fuck around with him though is likely going to fuck everything up, so I'll settle for one tiger ass for the night instead of taking the double-or-nothing option. Hell if it doesn't feel good though... but I can't let thoughts of how he'd pound me distract me, else I'll lose the momentum I have.

I hear Tora purr again as he vainly squirms against my body weight and I let my tongue flick a little roughly against the head of his cock when I pull off again. I usually expect squirming to come in short waves before the victim settles down and accepts his fate--if for only a little while. Tora does just that and I have to wait only a few seconds for him to settle down with another one of those quiet moans. I sneak a peak up at him to see his eyes shut and his ears are indeed only half up.

I'm an evil bastard, but I love it so much.

When I press my face into the base of his member, it's hard to breathe around his musk, but I'm kind of used to it. I flick my tongue against his heavy sack and taste the sweat under the thin fur as I lift one of his legs up on to my shoulder. He's too caught up in the moment and alcohol to notice, though, so his leg is heavy. But that just means I have less to worry about.

He moans and squirms a little and I don't have the positioning to hold him down but it doesn't matter at this point. Besides, his dick isn't in my muzzle at the moment so it can't hurt to have him grind his balls into my face. Really, it just makes it easier to get his other leg on my other shoulder anyway.

Taking both of his nuts into my muzzle and licking them rather forcefully provides the distraction I need to get my paws under his knees and press his legs up into the air. It's almost strange at how easy he's making this, though... Hell... his tail is even slowly lashing in excitement. Oh well.

I abandon his balls and go straight for his ass since he's being so agreeable. Normally, I have to sneak my way down by licking at the taint for a bit... but he obviously doesn't need the distraction. I can tell immediately that his pucker is about as clean as one gets without actually going out of the way to make it presentable--he's got a good sense of hygiene at least there.

I love rimming, so the hard taste of ass doesn't make me shy away. Instead, I just redouble the saliva on my tongue before making another pass over his pucker, knowing that it'll be clean in moments. I can feel it contract even without pressing my tongue inside and he squirms a little more as he lets out a longer, louder moan.

He even starts to keep his own legs elevated so I'm more leaning against him than holding him in place now. My passes at the outside of his anus are only preparation and I shut my eyes as I begin the slow, but fun process of wedging my tongue into those strong muscles.

As he grinds against me and moans, I get caught up in what I'm doing. So much so that I ignore the crowd cheering. I also happen to miss Duncan tugging my shorts and boxers down just enough to reveal my ass. However, I don't miss the hot sensation of his dick grinding against my own pucker and asscheeks.

This would be another time that I'd choke down a moan if I were sober. But I'm not and that last shot is starting to take its effect. Hot damn it feels so good to feel him grinding under the base of my tail and I'm sure that said appendage is twitching madly as he slides that burning member against my now aching entrance. He's holding me a bit tightly and his grinding lacks a rhythm so I know that he's feeling the alcohol... but damn if it doesn't make me want to get fucked.

And before I know it, I'm grinding back against his awkward rhythm, trying to hammer out something constant. It's hard to concentrate on rimming Tora out, especially between the almost constant mewring that Duncan is quite literally dragging from me. Hell, even drunk I can hear how much like a bitch I sound now. But damn it feels good and my resolve to keep my hold over Tora is waning and waning until I'm just nuzzling his nuts while I grind into Duncan.

I don't even notice when he lets his legs down until I hear him snarl. Feline intuition warns me that something bad is amiss and I look up to find Tora almost glaring at me with those marvelously blue eyes. His chest is heaving but his ears are fully erect again. I can't focus my eyes properly, but I'm sure that his whiskers are even twitching. I don't know if he's mad or not, but I know that I lost my focus long enough for him to come out of the little trance I'd suckered him into.

Damn, that's bad. Or good... depending on how you look at it.

He just keeps looking at me and breathing out these quiet growls and it takes my eyes a while to actually focus on his gaze. As I bring my muzzle back to his nuts, he sits up. I've always hated looking up at people when I'm sucking them off, but if I don't maintain eye contact, then it means I'm backing down. And as much as I badly want these two to take turns at my ass, I can still drag more of that predatory instinct out of Tora which will make it so much better.

I make a point to keep my ears erect as I suck the tip of his member into my muzzle without using my paws. As I lick over his head, I can tell that he really enjoyed what I was doing because it takes a moment to clear the fresh pre again. He sets his paw on the top of my head a little roughly and presses me down a bit further and from this angle, there isn't much I can do except take more of his cock into my muzzle. But neither of us breaks eye contact... hell, he doesn't even let out the moan I can see in his eyes. And damn it... Duncan is still grinding into my ass.

Keeping Tora's gaze is difficult because of Duncan, but like Hell I'm going to quit this far in the game. I think I can tell what he's thinking though, and that's why he refuses to even show that he's enjoying my muzzle. I saw a flash of submission in him that he didn't want me to know about and I know that he was thinking about me fucking him for at least a moment while my tongue was in his ass. Tiger's pride, I guess.

And fuck... Duncan just replaced his needy cock with a finger or a thumb and it slides in so easily that I just know he was hiding lube somewhere. It doesn't go in too deep, but it's deep enough and he just pushes it in without any sense of taking it slowly. God it feels good and I can feel my tail twitch as I let out a long, bitchy yowl around Tora's cock. I realize a half-second too late that I broke eye-contact and Tora immediately thrusts up into my maw. With no more room left, I have no choice but to take it into my throat as he starts muzzle fucking me.

I've lost the game, I know it. But Tora's holding my face in place and thrusting up into it like he's trying to get back at me for making him want to raise tail, so it's still a win. Sitting down keeps him from going too hard, but he's still fucking me quickly enough that I don't even do much more than just leave my tongue in place while he rides my muzzle and his abs keep crashing into my nose. He keeps his pubic fur cut short though, so it's not unpleasant. Honestly, it just means I can relax and shut my eyes while I just enjoy the ride, especially when Tora replaces one digit with two. I'm glad he still has the sense to do proper stretching while under the influence, but both of us know that he doesn't need to bother with three.

Tora's grunting a little as he fucks my muzzle and I wonder, faintly, if I'd just imagined the bit of submission from earlier. I have to prop my elbows against the coffee table to get the leverage to really writhe like I want to against Duncan's fingers and the way he grabs my tail means that it was probably getting a little bit on the wild side.

It catches me off balance when I find myself pressed into Tora's crotch from behind, but the throated member muffles what mew I'd give while I try to figure out what's going on. The couch shifts under my knees a bit and I can hear some ruffling behind me before the "fump" of cloth hitting the floor in a pile gives me a clue. The couch cushions shift under my knees again before I feel Duncan grab the base of my tail again before tugging my shorts down my legs. I have to shift my weight from knee to knee for him to get them off, but even drunk it seems like we know how to do this. My shorts hit the ground with a matching "fump" made a little louder by my keys banging into my cell phone in the process.

It feels nice to be naked from the waist down, especially because it means my member is no longer confined to shorts that aren't nearly liberating enough. I grab the base of Tora's member and start stroking what's not in my muzzle to keep him from forcing me back down as I pull off his member. It gives me a chance to really breathe for the first time since he started muzzle fucking me and I take the moment to catch my breath as I rest my forehead on his thigh. The way Duncan leans against my lower back as he aims reminds me that he's drunk, but holding the both of us isn't bad at all.

Tora's purring something fierce as I feel Duncan's head poke at my ass cheeks a couple times while he seeks my pucker without using his paw as a guide... the damned show off.

"Shiesty little fucker aren't ya? Well Duncan here is gonna fuck you senseless, then I'm gonna fuck you senseless. And we're gonna wear that tight little hole of yours until we're through with it. Got it, prince?"

I can hear him struggling to keep the harder consonants and the 's' sounds clear. I'm a little dizzy but I still manage to think I want to say "Fucking try it." just for the sake of getting him more excited, but as soon as I open my muzzle to provoke him, Duncan's head finds my entrance and he slides right in as if he'd already been fucking me for a good five minutes.

Needless to say, "Fucking try it." becomes a strained "Unnn!" as I grip the base of Tora's dick harder in response. He lets out a content chuckle that hides his groan and I feel his claws scratching behind one of my ears. The fuck does he think I am? A dog? The fact that it's a complete turn-on is beside the point.

Duncan just keeps sliding right on in even though I'm still entirely too tight for him to be acting that way. The way he puts his weight into his initial thrust makes it almost feel like he's going to just lay into me. But he does it without any real thought to letting me stretch around his member which makes me suddenly wish he'd taken the time to go with three fingers. By the time I feel his hips rest against mine, I'm still gritting my teeth at the sharp sting of being stretched. Sure, I feel the pressure against my prostate and it feels good, but that sting is the first thing on my mind, followed immediately by the dull, familiar pain of being entered just a little too deeply.

I can't help but whine against it as he pulls back, but it sounds like a bitch mew to even my ears. He's holding my hips from both sides with those terribly strong paws as I feel his member leaving me as leisurely as it entered. Duncan groans behind me as he does so and I match it with another whine against the stretching.

"Shit..."

Duncan says it so quietly and relaxed that I almost miss it. It's such a strong contrast to Tora who seems like he's got to assert his dominance visibly instead of just letting it be known. But then again, I'm not really sure which one of them is more dominant at the moment. All that technically matters is the barely too large tiger cock being pushed back into my ass and the one that's being prodded into my nose as Tora tries to get access to my muzzle again.

The bastard calls me "shiesty" yet he's the one who forces his dick back into my muzzle when Duncan drags a moan out of me by re-hilting me. He's even mean enough to push straight for my throat as Duncan starts a heavy rock into my ass. As I get used to both Duncan's girth and the mildly uncomfortable pressure from his length, I grab hold of both of Tora's ass cheeks while he thrusts up into my muzzle over and over again. The fuckers aren't even trying to match their rhythms and it's a little distracting because they're both making me rock, but not in sync.

To say it's a little distracting is a gross overstatement, though. Part of that is from the alcohol, of course. The larger part would be from how fucking amazing it feels to be filled with Duncan's cock at the moment while trying not to choke on Tora's. I could bitch endlessly about how tigers generally have their heads too far up their own asses to notice they're not all hot shit, but Hell if a good 4 of every 5 of them doesn't look like they went through Marine Corps basic training. And I'd have to be a eunuch to not think that being pounded at both ends by a pair of tigers that fall in that 4 range was ridiculously hot.

It's amazing how good it can feel to be fucked when you've just been fucked not 24 hours before.

But none of that fucking matters right now because Duncan is putting his fucking back into his thrusts now. It's not the urgent I-need-to-get-off-NOW kind of fucking, but it feels enough like it that I think he's really letting go. And the constant, lazy sounding groan from behind me leads be to believe that he's probably fucking me without any sort of thought as to getting me off.

It keeps me moaning and purring while there's literally drool dripping from my muzzle down Tora's cock and I can hear the loud, wet sounds of him sliding in and out of my muzzle over the loud, wet sounds of Duncan making personal use of my ass--and doing it well, I might add. But Tora tenses from time to time as Duncan drags a particularly long purr from me because he can feel it (surprising... considering he's drunk) and it doesn't bother me at the moment that he's probably going to shoot down my throat instead of under my tail.

"Fuck!"

He pushes my face off by the forehead quickly enough that his dick snaps back up to his stomach and I look up at him for the first time in a while. He's quite literally heaving like he'd just run a half-mile and he's looking at me with eyes that basically scream that he would have cum soon.

"God fucking damnit... he's got a nice muzzle to him Dunc'n."

Duncan only replies with an affirmative grunt before plowing hard into me once and going back to his slightly varying rhythm. The last thing I see before I shut my eyes and close out everything but the heavenly scent of Tora's nuts and almost reckless fucking I'm receiving, is Tora's retreating t-shirt as he pulls it over his head and tosses it away.

"Lemme have a turn at 'im after I catch m' breath."

"Yeah. Shit... yeah, ok."

God this is nice. My endurance might not prove to be so awkward if they're really going to share my hole. I don't even want to think about taking them at the same time... but staggering them sounds so hot that it sets my tail twitching with fresh zeal. Duncan grunts one more time as he presses all the way in and then pulls out completely. I'm about to let out a deep breath to relax for a moment while they change when Duncan tugs on the back of my shirt hard enough to pull me from Tora's lap.

He all but tosses me off to the side and I look back over my shoulder just after I get my balance. The world takes a moment to stop spinning after I stop moving my head, but I can see Duncan leaning casually against the other arm of the couch with his paw slowly sliding up his length. He took his shirt off sometime when I wasn't looking and damn if the way he looks doesn't make me wanna whine like a kit. His chest and belly fur is pure white and it starts just underneath his collar bone. A couple of the black stripes from his sides go a half inch or so too far and stand out against the white fur, but they're few and far in between.

Then Tora settles down on the couch behind me and blocks my vision as he grabs the base of my tail. I arch my back just a little and raise my ass and he wastes no time pressing the head of his member into my waiting pucker with his free paw as a guide. I have the benefit of having been properly fucked already so it's not a problem. Also, he's just a little shorter than Duncan and not really any thicker, so it's actually completely comfortable to take him to the hilt from the get-go. But if I thought Duncan laid it on me a little heartlessly, Tora seems like he won't be content to do anything short of drilling me into the couch cushions.

My tail goes tense and starts to writhe in his grip as he slams into me hard enough for me to head when his hips hit mine. I think he's also a little underlubed, but not badly. From the start, he's already grunting savagely and he thrusts with his whole dick with every press. I have to rest my paws on the arm of the chair because he's rocking me hard enough that my face was ramming it a second ago.

He presses up to the hilt and pauses to grind into me before I feel his whole body weight on my back. His chest is warm and I can feel him sucking in deep breaths as he tries to grind further into me than he can. I yowl out louder than I mean to as I feel his claws grip my hip from that paw. I feel his leg lift a little before he starts thrusting harder. He's only using half of his member now, but it goes in just a fraction of an inch deeper and he's managed to kick up the pace.

I'm unashamedly enjoying being made into a bitch at this point, and my flattened ears and loud yowls of pleasure only prove it further. When he releases my tail and slips that arm under mine to hold me into him, I don't even know what to do.

Then he does it. Oh god, he does it. I mentioned that my neck is sensitive. Lick and kiss at it and I start to get really comfortable really quickly. Nibble at it and you're likely to get me out of my clothes in a couple minutes. Bite it? Hell... just... just... yeah.

So yeah, I can feel him bite down just high enough to be shy of being dangerous. It's not the tear-out-a-chunk-of-flesh kind of bite nor the draw-blood kind of bite, but it's possessive, hot, and it makes me lock up completely as he does it. Subconsciously, I raise my head enough to reveal my throat as much as possible without moving my neck much and I virtually scream.

And he just keeps laying waste to my ass so hard that I think the couch is actually moving across the room a little.

Then, he suddenly stops. Hilted, of course, but he doesn't even bother to grind. Confused, I take a look over my shoulder and see a sight that would make me cream on the spot if I was the kind of guy anywhere close to creaming by this point. Duncan, in all of his marvelous, tiger splendor, is gripping Tora by the tail and sliding that thick, sexy cock right up his best friends ass. And by the way Tora is shuddering against my back, he's absolutely loving it. The way his eyes are closed so tightly leads me to believe he doesn't do this often, though, but he takes it like a champ when Duncan hilts him with the same ease he did to me.

When Tora roars right in my ear, there's no less dominance in it, and as soon as Duncan hilts him, Tora starts to more or less writhe in my ass.

I feel him explode within seconds without warning. He just holds me harder, bears down on my neck harder and shivers as I feel him shoot hot seed right up my ass.

Did I mention that this whole situation is pretty much beyond anything I could have ever imagined would happen to me? It's fucking ridiculous how hot this is...

Duncan chuckles and pulls out and Tora rests against me for just a moment before sliding out and letting me go. I relax and shut my eyes once more right before I feel a pair of strong paws roll me onto my back and I look up to see Duncan just as he grabs my ankles and hoists them up to rest against his shoulders.

It's difficult to move my tail in time and shift my weight to my lower back so I can get my ass off the couch, but I do. And Duncan--with that ever present skill--lines up perfectly without any guidance.

"It's funny because he's not even close."

"Wha? Are you fucking kidding me?"

I can only grin as Tora gives me a look like I just grew a second head and I just smirk back at him. I'm not nearly ready to even want to cum yet, and Duncan knows. Oh, he knows too well.

"Toljya this prince could handle himself juss fine."

Yeah, I'm slurring a little. But I deserve to be able to at this point.

Duncan chuckles a little before ending our brief interlude by pressing all the way up to the hilt again. I've already given up my neck for the night so I'm already long past "I'm the bitch" mode, so I just roll my head back and leave my neck exposed as I take his meat again. Tora's cum makes it strikingly easy for Duncan to work and he settles back into his rhythm quickly.

I can tell by the expression on his face and the way he's fucking me that he's not going to last much longer either, so it's no surprise when I feel him squeeze my ankles and press all the way in a little harder and empty his nuts into me as well. The pleasant thing about missionary is that he can't go in too deep from this angle.

And the look he has is priceless. It's a little more pure than the ones I saw last night, probably because he's not feeling any kind of subconscious guilt for me not having gotten off yet. He seems absolutely content to just ride out his orgasm and he does just that with a series of quiet grunts.

His grip on my ankles relaxes before he sets me down, then he goes about tugging out a little quicker than necessary and that makes me let out a short moan. I'm not sure when I closed my eyes, but when I open them again, I see them both looking at me. Tora's still baffled.

"You weren't kidding... it's really gonna take 'im all that much to get off?"

"Yeah."

"Three nuts for a moaner like 'im? 'e's moanin like a bitch the whole time."

I mewr.

"I wasn't kidding at all."

"Wow... that's impressive as fuck."

Tora reaches out to grab my ridiculously ignored member which hasn't been doing anything except pre-ing up a mini flood without so much as softening in the slightest this whole time. My whole lower body was already tingling from the two (technically three) back to back fuckings from my prostate, but direct contact on my member is like liquid fire in my loins. He gives the base a squeeze as soon as he gets his fingers around it and I buck up into him and let out another moan.

"Mm-mm"

Duncan's paw falls to Tora's wrist to halt his friend before he smirks.

"If you want to get him off, fuck him again."

I'm going to fall in love with him, I swear. And if I don't, I'm going to do my damnest to make sure that we end on terms good enough to stay fuck buddies...

"Heh... kay. Bet this little prince wanss to get fucked again... I c'n see it 'n 'is eyes."

It's bad, but I nod.

"Not here though, let's go into my room. My bed's a little more comfortable."

Note to self: Make sure to speak to all hot boyfriends at restaurants when said hot boyfriends are relaxing with hot friends.

A couple minutes of mild shoving and a discarded shirt later, and I fall backwards onto the foot of Duncan's bed with Tora on top of me with his tongue halfway down my throat and his erection grinding against mine. Not sure why Duncan closes the door behind us, but I notice it just barely as I feel Tora shifting against me. I like the feeling of his bare chest to mine, and it makes me wish I'd removed my shirt earlier.

He breaks the kiss and brings his legs up on the bed to straddle me as he curls his legs at the knees. Mine are hanging off the edge of the bed just enough for my footpaws to reach the floor, but the break in kiss draws my attention to his eyes.

I can't really explain what I see, but I kind of just know even before he presses the bottle of lube into my paw what he's telling (not asking) me to do. There's still that predatory glint that makes me feel something akin to prey, but there's also the clear indication that he wants something under his tail and he wants it now. I can't really blame him because I still feel the warmth of a thrumming prostate and the drip of tiger seed from my ass. He can't demand it from Duncan, and he won't submit himself enough to ask for it from his friend, so that leaves me as the only option that'll allow him to keep his dominance.

I only grin as I crack the flip-top bottle cap open with one paw and reach around his hips to start lubing my member. It slides on cold and a little on the thick side, but it's some of the smoothest stuff I've felt in a long time. I'll have to remember to figure out what kind it is later, but that doesn't matter at the moment.

Almost before I'm ready, Tora reaches back and grabs my cock to position it upright. His paw feels nice for the brief moment it's on me... but it's absofuckinglutely nothing to how I feel when he presses it into his sphincter. It's always funny when someone lowers themselves onto you because you're all anticipation since you can't actually see it happen. You only watch your partner sink down and slowly feel their warmth envelope your cock.

It's one of those things I generally only do when dealing with inexperienced bottoms since it's the easiest way to set a slow pace, but I don't mind this time. It's not like I have much choice in the matter anyway.

But Tora's warm and he's tight. Tight enough that I'm surprised that he's the one that blew his load so quickly and not Duncan from just getting in there. Duncan's got a bit of girth on me... but Tora's gripping my member like it barely fits. We both let out a slow moan as my paws fall to rest on his hips and I start pressing up into his descending ass. Duncan's chuckling somewhere out of my field of vision, I think.

But Tora arches his back like he's comfortable doing this, and his tail jumps a bit every few seconds from side to side. His eyes are shut and his jaw is locked in that "Oh" expression as he manages to get a seat in my lap. By this point, it doesn't occur to me to thrust up into his ass because I've already gotten into the mind set of the bitch. Regardless of whether I'm taking cock or giving it, I'm not the one in charge.

As soon as he's comfortable with me in him, Tora starts to lift up off my member. He does it by rolling his hips moreso than actually rising though. The kind of moment that makes his ass bulge and stick out so that it provides a nice view from behind and allows him to ride me without taking as much work. Regardless, he's virtually jacking me off with his warm ass and it's an altogether different kind of wonderful.

He purrs deeply enough again that there's no question who's really on top at the moment and I buck just a little here and there to match his riding as he picks up the pace. He takes in a deep, slow breath as his paw goes to his member and he slowly starts to jack off. It leaves me with a pleasant view of his abs and love handles rippling with his gyrating hips. He looks entirely too good. Both him and Duncan.

Speaking of which, I'd completely forgotten about him until I felt him grab and raise my ankles again.

"Scoot forward a little..."

He almost grunts the command and Tora pulls his legs up along the bed as far as he can get while still comfortably making use of my cock. It's far enough that Duncan ran raise my legs almost up to his shoulders.

I look around Tora's body and catch his gaze and I know he can read my question in my eyes before I even ask.

"You're fucking kiddin, right?"

God I hope he's not.

He only grins in response as he squats just low enough to align and shoves himself right back in my barely revealed ass.

I'm gonna have to start shopping at swap meets more often.

All the while, Tora never skipped a beat as if he's in his own little world just fucking himself on my dick and stroking at his. It's a little bit on the cozy side with my legs risen like they are, and it keeps him from having access to the last half-inch or so of my member, but he doesn't seem to complain. I'm certainly not as Duncan lets out a satisfied groan and grinds up into my ass.

I have that incredibly satisfying feeling of being filled again while my dick is lodged almost to the hilt in Tora's tight ass. I seriously think that this is the way that I want to go out... not tonight, of course, but some years down the road.

I'm quite seriously pinned in place from the waist down, so I just relax and enjoy the sensations. Tora's ass feels so nice even though it's loosened up a little around me and the way he's aggressively gyrating is making my hips mimic the motion. The way my hips roll around makes it seem like Duncan's member is pressing against my prostate even more than normal which causes me to squirm and writhe for all I'm worth while both of these tigers are just seriously fucking me.

Duncan's groaning, Tora's moaning, and I'm virtually whining out like a bitch in heat as we all just gyrate by three completely different rhythms and I can barely even begin to focus on both the feelings at the same time. Every way my hips twist causes me to fuck myself on Duncan and fuck up into Tora and both of them are fucking me like the only thing that matters in the world is that they're getting off.

It's so hot that I don't even notice when I started gripping the sheets. Under the cacophony of wet noises, cries of pleasure, and loud cursing in three voices, the three of us are indulging in debauchery in ways that I'm sure none of us expected. It's not long before I feel the kind of tightness that I'm not used to feeling for a good while longer normally and I know that these two are going to fuck the cum out of me soon.

The knowledge and the desire to finally do so seize me with a passion that causes me to wrap my legs around Duncan's torso for a bit of leverage as I start forcefully bucking between the two. They seem to catch onto it because Tora grunts a bit louder as my first thrust into him meets one of his bucks head on. Duncan's paws leave my ankles but I don't pay attention to where they go because he starts ramming me harder, just like earlier.

There's a distinct difference between wanting to cum and not wanting to. I think the principle reason I generally take so long to get off is because it takes me so long to want to. I enjoy receiving and giving a good ride so much that it's quite enough for me to linger on how good it feels without actually feeling like I need to finish. But the moment that my mind switches gears, the difference is startling. The heat gathers in my nuts and stomach so quickly that I it doesn't usually take me long to explode after I reach that point.

I can feel that now is no different because I start to feel my orgasm approach after not more than a minute of actively bucking into them. If Tora's paw had been liquid fire, this is akin to melted steel--or something equally nerdy--starting in my hips but running up clear through my abs and almost to my chest. I lose all sense of rhythm as the heat gathers and it's all about fucking myself on Duncan's dick so I can shoot hard and deep into Tora's ass. It grows so intense that I can't even moan because my jaw is locked too tightly and I just grip the sheets so hard that I'm sure there will be claw holes in them.

And then it hits. Oh god does it hit... I close my eyes tightly and just ride it as it seriously feels like I explode from my dick right up into that warm and waiting ass. The heat from that whole area and the waves of resulting pleasure have my toes curled and my back arched as I ride it for all it's worth. Tora moans from my seed splattering inside him and even Duncan moans out as my ass clenches around his dick.

But they don't stop, of course, cause they're not finished. And the only problem with cumming is that the orgasm never seems to last enough. Content as I may be, it's still a little uncomfortable to have Tora still riding my cock even though I just spent my load. I'll stay aroused, I know, but I'm not going to need to get off again.

So I relax as best as I can to enjoy my afterglow alone while they continue to make use of me just like we all want. But something that catches my attention immediately (since I'm no longer driven by the desperate need to get off) is that they're sharing a rhythm now--my rhythm. Duncan thrusts up into my ass and Tora rides my spent cock in near perfect unison, and even their moans seem to be related.

I crack open my eyes to see a sight that amazes me. Duncan's arms wrapped around Tora's stomach and he's leaning into the white tiger's back. Tora's reaching over his shoulder to cup the back of Duncan's head as he leans back and rides me. They're rocking to the same rhythm and I can feel them both moving with me... but... Looking at them from the waist up, it looks like they're fucking.

No, that's not quite right.

It looks like they're making love.

It's not because of the pace or the rhythm, because they're moving a little too quickly still for it to be the passionate, slow kind of love making that you hear about in stories and see in movies. It's something about the way they hold each other, the looks on their muzzles, the way they're moving altogether. Through closed eyes, I'm sure they're imagining that there isn't a cougar snuggled up in between them at the moment.

It's a bit sobering actually.

The same problem still exists, in some sort, I guess. Duncan thrusts like he's on top and Tora rides like he's on top and even caught up in the little fantasy they're each having in their heads, neither is submissive to the other. But I guess in this little slice of time they have right now, they're enjoying each others bodies and using me as some sort of medium. And suddenly, I feel like I'm out of place watching this exchange. It's a personal moment for them and they don't even realize it, but I know that they're only having it because I'm here.

And Duncan... the look on his face is so priceless yet so difficult to name. His expression is frozen in a mix of pleasure and deep caring for the tiger in his arms. It's not my ass he's thinking he's fucking at the moment, I'm sure, but it's Tora's of course. And I wonder if I'll ever catch him looking at me like that.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts as Duncan chokes down a grunt and fires his seed deep into me again just as Tora sprays his load over my chest. The looks on their faces seem a bit too perfect and it seems almost funny that they even finished together; it's too cliché. And they hold the expressions for a moment as their second orgasms pass before slumping against each other and the odd moment that they shared slips away as sneakily as it appeared.

But Duncan still loves Tora to some degree or another, I think. I don't know what that's supposed to mean for us though.

The white tiger laughs and I grin back. None of us have pulled out of the other yet and Duncan is leaning against Tora's back so I can look both of them in the eyes. Something in my expression must give away my thoughts, though because the both of them suddenly look a little more nervous.

Duncan and Tora exchange a glance before looking back at me while I just look at them and none of us say anything. I guess the situation has just sunk in to them as well which would explain why they're not saying anything; I know that's why I'm speechless.

I'm not jealous or anything ridiculous like that. I'm not hurt either because I haven't known Duncan all that long and it's obviously not like he was stringing me along. I'm just unsure of what's supposed to happen next, I guess. I've been feeling Duncan quite a bit else I wouldn't have kept seeing him these two weeks and I do like Tora from what little I've known him. But if those two really have something they don't want to let go of, I don't really think I have a place here. I guess I just don't know what's supposed to happen next. By the glances and the silence, I'm sure neither of them are sure either.

I'm still laying in silence, trying to hold a grin when Tora leans against me and presses his muzzle to mine. Reflex parts my lips as his tongue enters slowly and as cheesy as it may sound, I think I get a feel for why Duncan loves him. His tongue moves with a brutish precision that mimics his character that keeps mine well from pushing back too far, but there's a touch of gentleness to it that I saw once or twice tonight. It's surprisingly warm and comforting, and when he pulls back, I have to catch my breath.

He turns a glance at Duncan before nodding towards me with his head. They meet gazes for a moment before Duncan leans over Tora's shoulder to follow suite. I know his kiss a little, but this is a little different. Some of the passion is left in him from a minute ago and I can feel it in the way his tongue guides mine into careful submission without taking anything I'm not willing to give. It owns my muzzle, but it doesn't force anything... I think I see what Tora loves about him.

When Duncan pulls back, I'm short of breath again and I just lay there as the two of them exchange a kiss that lasts two breaths past the time to say "I love you" and it kind of dawns on me what Tora just did. They're still in love, but they're relationship can't work alone because there's something missing. Apparently, that thing is me.

The awkwardness lifts from my grin and I nod my head slowly. "Deal"

Duncan passes a glance to Tora and smiles. "Deal"

Tora grins in what could only be triumph before looking back at me. "Deal"

That's when we go through the task of dismounting (much to my member's satisfaction) and crawl up the bed to lay above the sheets in some sort of feline sandwich. Me, nestled up between these two alpha tigers who each have a paw on me and I can feel each of them breathing against me.

Through the closed door of the room, I faintly hear a sports announcer give the score. Manchester United - 2 Chelsea 1. Ironic? Maybe. But I can be a Chelsea fan in the morning. Right now I'm just Andrew, a dust devil of tan snuggled up between a blizzard and an inferno.