"I agree they're terrible. having orginal characters have sex while their mother's talk bout a boy's athsma." Fritz agreed sheding his clothes before jumping on to the bed.
"Oof," exhaled Sam when Fritz landed, skin shifting from purple-red to a sullen gray-brown. " . . . drat. Fine. We have no shame but very good taste, and I," he pulled Fritz's head down, "have at taste for giant blue cat. Now."
There followed a motion that was not so much kissing as trying to eat Fritz's mouth.
Fritz rumbled-purred lazily and smiled into the kiss, "Good boy." He then happily wiggle all along Sam's body, fingers tracing and stroking the lines of Sam's muscles.
Oooh, that was nice. His skin color changed again, much less faster than its usual lazy blending, going from gray to magenta-red in an instant. This was not the most important physical change, just the most visible. Fritz was lying on the most important physical change.
"Shame gets in the way of happy endings. Shame can go fuck its self with a rusty spoon," Fritz moaned rocking his hips. The friction was sending sparks up his spine deliciously.
Sam gasped and bucked up. The hand was not only big and warm and delivering friction in all the right ways, it was soft in a way that human skin wasn't.
And it had claws. They could be dangerous, if Fritz wanted them to be.
Yellow blossomed around his navel, where several butterflies seemed to have hatched and were now beating the inside of his stomach. That look, those hands . . . he whined, distantly shocked at how he sounded, but quite willing to do anything if it got Fritz to do something.
So very good, and Sam knew he couldn't last much longer. He moaned, long and low, as Fritz thrust against him again.
Little electric-blue sparks ran up his spine, paralleled by his skin changing color yet again. When he opened his eyes, he almost felt them sparking too.
Sam would have like to have raised an eyebrow archly and ask "Chameleon boy?" because it was a new one and he'd thought there weren't any new ones ages ago.
But then Fritz moved and his thought fled skittering like a field of disturbed butterflies. All he had left was to rock up against hard muscles and soft blue fur and gasp like he'd run a marathon.
I wanna see you come shot through Sam's brain and ricocheted like a bullet. Or maybe it fell like a drop of water in an almost overflowing glass of water.
Almost . . .
Overflowing.
Sam came with a cry, as his skin blinked from blue to a purple so dark it was almost black.
Wide open mouth, wide lust laden eyes, flushed gleaming skin. Sheering liquid covering Fritz's hand and both their lower bellys. Fritz's eyes rolled back as he followed Sam down into ecstasy.
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Yes.
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Okay so orginal or fandom?
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"Hello?" he asked looking around.
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No, not a room. A budoir.
"But whereever we are, I think the authors are bored. Or insane. Or both. Thier mothers are sitting not three feet away, for goodness' sakes!"
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"Naked time now?"
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He stripped and jumped on the bed. "We have no shame, after all."
Or taste he added, in the privacy of his head.
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There followed a motion that was not so much kissing as trying to eat Fritz's mouth.
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"More?" he breathed.
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He leveled himself up to smirk down at the aroused Sam. Fritz wiggles his hips around so they were aligned and then ground softly down.
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He wasn't very unhappy about it, arched up to meet Fritz, panting.
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It went far beyond good.
It wasn't enough.
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And it had claws. They could be dangerous, if Fritz wanted them to be.
"Yes," he gasped. "Please."
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Just the tiniest tip of a claw. Just enough to see how Sam reacted to pleasurepain.
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He pursed his lips and considered Sam, lettign the tension drag out and build.
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"Want," he panted.
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Sam being rather easy on the eyes like this, flushed and wanton and needing, didn't hurt matters.
"So have." Fritz growled leaning forward and thrusting harder inot his hand.
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Fritz's hips rolled and thrust faster, tail snapping back and forth. Felt so *good*.
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Little electric-blue sparks ran up his spine, paralleled by his skin changing color yet again. When he opened his eyes, he almost felt them sparking too.
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"You're so delicious. I just want to fuck you against the wall and then swallow you whole. How many men chase after you tempting little ass?"
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"As many as I could ask for," he snarked when he recovered. "Not many of them are good. Are you?"
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"Your mouth says I'm not, but your body says hell fucking yes. Use your brain and obverse chameleon boy."
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But then Fritz moved and his thought fled skittering like a field of disturbed butterflies. All he had left was to rock up against hard muscles and soft blue fur and gasp like he'd run a marathon.
Fritz was good, and he whimpered for more.
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But damn if he was going to come first.
"Come on boy. I wanna see you come," Fritz hissed before nipping the tip of Sam's ear.
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Almost . . .
Overflowing.
Sam came with a cry, as his skin blinked from blue to a purple so dark it was almost black.
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"Thanks," he said eventually. "I needed that."
The boudoir began to dissolve.
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He luaghed happily as the bedroom finished disappearing. This had been fun!