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This is Scribe being giggly and making a post on Tan's journal.

MWahahahahaha! I owns all!

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Sam shuddered, arched so far that the only parts of him in contact with the bed were his shoulders and ass, and it still wasn't enough.

"Want," he panted.

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Fritz flicked his fingers along Sam's belly. Sam's squirming body beneath him was causing heat and presure to build.

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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Skin on skin on fur, warm and soft and silky, and he moaned and reached up to drag Fritz down for a kiss.

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Tongues twinning together, heavy heat trapped in his hand. Smooth color changing skin beneath his other hand.

Fritz's hips rolled and thrust faster, tail snapping back and forth. Felt so *good*.

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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.

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Fritz grinned down at Sam, hand dancing up Sam's belly and chest to lightly gaze the side of sam's face.

"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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Which quite neatly destroyed Sam's ability to speak for a moment.

"As many as I could ask for," he snarked when he recovered. "Not many of them are good. Are you?"

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Fritz threw back his head and laughed before making his waist swivel in his next rock forward.

"Your mouth says I'm not, but your body says hell fucking yes. Use your brain and obverse chameleon boy."

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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.

Fritz was good, and he whimpered for more.

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His hand was at the side of Sam's head as Fritz bent over the boy and got serious. He was so close, so damn close.

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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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.

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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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Sam lay there for a while, under the giant blue cat, while he listened to his heartbeat cool.

"Thanks," he said eventually. "I needed that."

The boudoir began to dissolve.

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Fritz chuckled and beamed, "Well as my fur is all sticky now, clearly I must got get Ram to help me... clean my self."

He luaghed happily as the bedroom finished disappearing. This had been fun!