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August’s hands gripped Clay’s hips. Blunt, rough fingers dug into his skin. It felt like being owned, like August was staking his claim—or maybe, claiming his mate. The thought sent a rush of arousal through Clay’s body. His tail made its way up the inside of August’s legs, cradling his balls, stroking behind them gently.

August moaned and thrust his hips up, his chest rising and falling faster, his skin flushed and damp with sweat. He was so turned on Clay could almost taste it, and he broke their kisses to sit up and look between their bodies. August’s cock was rigid and dark, glistening from slick. Clay beamed with pride. He did that.

He wanted to make him even harder.

Reaching down and wrapping his hand around August’s shaft, he gave it a slow, smooth stroke. Clay was surprised when his own cock peeked out of his slit. Normally, it stayed inside, even when he touched himself. He loved knowing August was able to bring it out of him, and hoped August knew it meant something.

“Oh, God,” August said, his voice rough. After tucking an extra pillow behind his head, he put his hands back on Clay’s hips, his thumbs reaching out for his slit. “That is so hot. Can I fuck you? You’re driving me crazy, I can’t handle it.”

Clay glanced at August’s straining cock, watching a bead of precum mix with his own slick, stroking it and feeling it throb in his grip. He rose up on his knees and repositioned himself with August’s cock against his slit, breathing heavily from nerves and excitement.

“I’ve never done this before.”

“I know,” August said. He stroked Clay’s sides, moving down to his hips. “You can control it. How deep I go and how fast we go. But if I don’t get inside you right now, I’m going to come all over myself, and I really don’t want to do that.”

Clay breathed out a laugh. “Okay. I don’t want that either. I want you to come inside me.”

August nodded shakily and pressed his eyes shut. “Oh, fuck, wait⁠—”

“I didn’t do anything yet,” Clay said shyly. He sat back and bit his lip, flattered at just how arousing August found him.

“Okay. I’m good.” August lifted his head to kiss him, then tugged him down fully, their chests meeting as he rolled his hips against him. The slide of his body dragged August’s cock through the slickness between them, Clay’s cock brushing against August’s on every pass. “We can do that more later, but right now, I need to fuck you.”

Clay nodded and lifted his hips, positioning the head of August’s cock against his slit before sinking down slowly, taking just the tip into his body. “Oh,” Clay said. “That’s so good.”

“It’s unbelievable,” August said, his face pinched with pleasure.

Clay took more of August’s cock inside and gasped when the head rubbed against the ridges inside. They pulsed with pleasure, gripping August tightly.

“Oh my God,” August said. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”

Refusing to break the spell, Clay began to ride, lifting and lowering his hips and dragging the head of August’s cock against every internal ridge. August’s hands roamed over Clay’s back before squeezing his ass, rubbing the ridges of his tail.

“Oh, that feels good,” Clay said. Because of their position, Clay’s tail couldn’t reach between August’s cheeks. It thumped against the bed in desperation.

Their pace increased with Clay’s urgency. He ground down harder, taking all of August’s cock with each thrust. Their kisses were wet and frantic, stopping only when August threw his head back and groaned. His grip tightened on Clay’s hips, and he muttered something under his breath before flipping them over, pinning Clay beneath him.

He never left Clay’s slit as they turned, pounding into him as soon as they settled. Clay wrapped his legs around August’s waist, loving the feel of his balls slapping against the smooth skin between his legs. The shift in position also had Clay’s cock trapped between them, sliding against their slick and sweat soaked skin.

Clay’s tail slicked itself up and ran along August’s crack, causing his thrusts to become more erratic as it inserted its tip into August’s hole.

“Oh, God,” August said, pressing his face into Clay’s neck.

“Is that okay? I can tie it⁠—”

“Don’t stop.”

August adjusted his thrusts to hit more of Clay’s walls, brushing against the root of his cock. Clay could feel himself swelling between them, pleasure spreading to each of his limbs. The relentless rubbing of August’s thick cock against Clay’s ridges had his body tensing with the need to come.

“I wanna see you come,” August said.

Clay moaned as his tail pushed itself deep enough that August growled.

“Yeah. I want to feel it while I fuck you.” August kept thrusting, groaning as his voice became a low, rough whisper against Clay’s ear. “I can’t believe how good you feel, like your body was made for my cock. God, I want to fill you with my cum. Do you want that?”

The question sent Clay over the edge. His slit pulsed with the start of his orgasm, and he gripped his cock to jerk himself, only stroking twice before he flooded the skin between them with cum.

“Oh, what is that?” August asked, moaning as Clay’s slit began to milk him. “Holy shit.”