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The fox and the kitten were no strangers to playful wrestling.
Gently tackling each other, pawing the other off, light nips to the neck, it was part of their little routine to forget the heavy weight of reality. When they stripped their humanity, wearing nothing but a pair of feline ears and fluffy tails, they could leave Erid behind and find solace in their games.
Simon and Grace rolled around their bedroom, bare skin touching as they playfully wrestled for faux dominance. Their furry ears flicked around as they continually switched positions.
Simon had successfully flipped Grace yet again, looming over him with an impish grin. Grace hissed as his back hit the floor, feeling defensive but nonetheless endeared by Simon's antics. Bringing his knee up, he made an attempt to push the kitten away without too much force. The other would not budge, so Grace did what he loved best: he played dirty.
Discreetly reaching out behind his kitten's ass, he boldly tugged on Simon's fluffy black tail.
Simon sharply inhaled, feeling the pull of the plug against his rim. His spine straightened and tensed, anticipating another tug. Oh how Grace loved to give him a little surprise. But in return, he fully wished to be surprised back. The fox grinned smugly, waiting to see his kitten's reaction.
Simon fell for the bait, growling lowly. He made his move, pouncing onto Grace's neck and nipping gently at the tender skin.
The coarse hair of Simon's beard tickled and scraped against the thin flesh of Grace's throat, making him shiver with delight.
Despite its futility, Simon's little display of dominance made the growing heat in his gut spike. This little tug of war between them always ended up the same. They were too needy, too desperate to ever win with dominance over the other.
Grace arched into the sensation as Simon mouthed his neck, his claws scraping the kitten's sides. Goosebumps appeared across Simon's flesh, his skin twitching as the claws lazily made their way up and down, sometimes scratching harder when Simon's nibbles turned into bites. They reacted to each other in tandem, when one pushed, the other pulled.
Their fervour increased with each passing second, blood rushing south and desire coursing through their veins. Simon was now using Grace like his own chew toy, wielding his unnaturally sharp teeth to gnaw on his collarbones, leaving deep red marks that he would later lap up reverently and bask in their shared afterglow. But for now, hunger guided Simon's maw, ravaging the mouth-watering flesh on display.
Grace took it all in, keeping his hands on Simon. When the kitten bit too hard, the fox dug his claws deeper into his muscle.
Oh, it was on, Simon thought.
Part of the fun in their little fights was the fragile illusion of dominance: fighting for a semblance of power, only to mutually relinquish it and give into their animalistic desires. It was utterly cathartic, and they wouldn't have it any other way.
No words were needed, nor allowed during their games. Only the raw whimpers torn from their vocal chords filled the space, they could only express the honest sounds of their pleasure.
Grace adored all the little noises Simon made. His mewls were deep, his purrs deeper. So low for a kitten. His voice was rough, every sound Grace could pull out of his kitten made his chest vibrate where they were pressed together. Grace was utterly addicted to it. His needy kitten was always shy at first. It took a bit of effort to lull him into feeling comfortable enough, freely letting his moans out unabashed.
Grace's claws travelled from Simon's sides to his belly. As much as the kitten would deny it, Simon was incredibly ticklish. The surface of Simon’s stomach fluttered nervously as the light brush of fingers danced over it. Embarrassed, he wanted to escape the teasing touch, but did not want to let go of his kit's delicious neck. In retaliation, he pressed himself down onto Grace, trapping the wandering hand between them.
His kit huffed, breathing impaired by the weight of Simon on him. Grace scowled at him, trying to flex his hand against his trembling stomach. Wriggling his nifty fingers, he attempted to worm them closer to Simon's stiffening cock. His kitten only whined and squirmed in discomfort, too ticklish for all this teasing.
Grace could tell Simon was trying his best to stifle his giggles, his cheekbones rising as he failed to hide his growing smile. It made Grace hungry, ravenous even, to see Simon fall apart.
Simon's big brown eyes had almost been eclipsed by his dilated pupils. They stared back at Grace, no longer just challenging him, but begging him to push this little competition into its endgame. Clearly they were both losing their patience to insatiable desire.
Wrapping a leg around Simon's side and using his arm to push against the ground, Grace flipped their positions, thick hairy thighs bracing either side of Simon's strong hips.
For a few seconds they stared at each other, breathing heavily. Simon's face was flushed, lips swollen from all the biting and sucking on Grace's neck. The fox's throat had been thoroughly abused, teeth marks and bruises creating a thrilling trail down to his clavicles.
Their lust skyrocketed.
The tension between them was palpable, each waiting for the other to make their first move.
Suddenly, Grace noticed something very warm and heavy poking against his ass. Not breaking eye contact with Simon, he confidently rolled his hips against his kitten's stiffness.
The reaction was immediate, Simon's hips lifting from the ground, seeking the friction against his sweet kit.
The movement pushed Grace's hips forwards, tilting them at a perfect angle. His cock was deliciously rubbing against Simon's lower belly, leaving a trail of precum pooling below. With each sinful grind he could not stop himself from moaning, eyes fluttering shut.
God I needed this, Simon thought, body moving on its own. He loved losing control, his senses on overdrive to endlessly chase the growing heat inside of him. But the game shouldn't end too fast: finish too quickly and Grace would scowl for hours. Their hunger needed time to be satiated, so Simon reigned in his body's instincts, restricting his hips from chasing the contact it craved.
They started out slow, measuring themselves with extraordinary patience. But eventually Simon felt his resolve weakening, Grace's needy whines making all the blood in his body rush south, rendering him painfully harder. The fluffy tail that sprouted from Grace's tight hole kept tickling his erection, brushing teasingly against his sensitive tip with each languid hump. God, he wanted to tug on that tail until Grace fell apart- a deserved payback for earlier.
But against all instincts telling him to fight back, a traitorous part of him whispered how much he fantasized about Grace easily overpowering him. He would tease Simon's tail, force him to endure the brutal tugs until he sobbed. Shit. His cock throbbed, hips moving erratically at the burning thought.
Looking over at his kit, the fox looked thoroughly wrecked, doing his best to maintain a steady rhythm against Simon's increasingly rough thrusts. As expected, Grace refused to back down from the challenge. Through lidded eyes and heavy panting he powered through, teasing his kitten's cock with his plush rear.
Fuck, Simon had felt so pent up.
He needed this. He needed his kit. His mate.
Simon's hands went to Grace's face, cradling his stubbled cheek. His kit didn't hesitate to take his thumb into his mouth, letting his tongue lovingly lap the thick digit. Fuck, he was so sweet like this, his kit, so pliant and desperate. His lips were so soft and glossy, covered in spit. They would probably feel like velvet against his cock. Simon let him suck on his thumb, thrusting it ever so gently in and out of his mouth, his pad brushing against Grace's canines. The fox looked famished, biting down on the thumb with a devilish glint in his eyes. It hurt- canines not sharp enough to make him bleed, but strong enough to leave a mark.
Next time, he should bite my thighs as well, Simon secretly thought, shivering at the idea of his mate leaving his mark and claiming his kitten. Fuck, what if he bit hard enough to break the skin, so deep that even the Eridians would be able to see through his clothes-
His cock jolted dangerously. Shit, he wasn't going to last long.
He focused back on Grace's bite. His kit was pushing his buttons, seeing how he could prod Simon until he snapped.
Fuck him. He'd retaliate alright. Simon pulled his thumb out of the wet heat and replaced them with two fingers, unceremoniously shoving them in. His kit was unprepared, coughing and struggling to adjust to the new girth and length.
Simon began thrusting his digits gently, enough for the gagging to subside and allow his kit to get back into his rhythm. As they went in deeper, Grace's eyes glossed over, his mouth dropping open slowly as muscles relaxed. He had surrendered his mouth, allowing Simon to plunder it as he pleased. His hips however were still fighting, actively seeking pleasure against his kitten's happy trail. Grace was leaking so, so much- his kit was lost in the throes of pleasure.
Simon repositioned his hip, his cock now rubbing against Grace's already filled hole, bumping against the tail plugged into it. He adored the way his kit wantonly moaned around his fingers, rivulets of saliva slowly dripping down all the way to Simon's hand. Bucking his hips back with utter desperation, Grace sought that sweet friction against his fluttering hole. It was dizzying, Simon could feel it against his erection- the way the ring of muscle quivered around the plug, the fluffy tail tickling the underside of Simon’s throbbing cock.
He quickly pulled his fingers out, realising that Grace was close. The blond made a small effort to chase the fingers as they pulled out, but was quickly distracted by Simon's cock gently pushing against his hole, against the plug, stretching it oh so slightly.
Simon drank in the sight of Grace's eyes widening in horror as he was thrown off the edge, his body shaking like a leaf as he came suddenly. It was beautiful, how his kit pathetically lost control of his whole body. His sweet involuntarily twitches betrayed just how well Simon had succeeded in breaking him.
Grace's cock spurt out long thick ropes, painting pearly lines all across Simon's chest and pecs. Fuck, Simon wished they had reached his face, so that he could savour it.
High pitched whines broke off with each spasm, slowly settling down as Grace caught his breath. He kept grinding his cock through the aftershocks, chasing every remnant of pleasure possible. It was so hot, Simon thought, his own desire increasing with each twitch of Grace's hole and tail against his painfully hard cock.
And yet, Simon found himself not satisfied. Breaking his kit should logically have been the reward for winning this round of the game, but Simon craved more. Not just his own release. The burning fire in him was mixed with a deep envy, a petty jealousy stoked by Grace's loss. He craved the same.
Take me. Force me to take it.
Grace had recovered after a few minutes, slowly peeling himself off of his kitten. His stamina was strong enough to keep him going for a few more rounds. The game wasn't over, not until they could both revel in their mutual defeat.
Simon reached out to him, trying to tug him back, but Grace pulled up three fingers, similar to an Eridian hand, stopping Simon abruptly. That was their sign to pause the game. Simon's heart dropped.
Oh no.
Had he done something wrong? Did he push too hard, forcing his win on Grace?
Grace, ever so understanding, shook his head kindly as he got up, looking in the mirror on the wall and adjusting the ears that had slipped forwards during the commotion of their animalistic humping session. Satisfied by their placement, Grace winked at him, making his way back to Simon.
Oh, Simon sighed in relief. He hadn't made an egregious error and pushed Grace away and-
Again, Grace must have sensed Simon's apprehension, washing it away with a loving kiss. They moved slowly together, no trace of the fight they had put up just minutes ago. Simon felt himself melt into the kiss, mouth opening as Grace licked his lips. Grace took his time tasting his kitten, expressing what he could not say.
As the kiss deepened, Simon invited Grace to come closer, his kit slotting himself between his legs. The position made him shift slightly, his cock leaking against himself. Shit, Grace's little break had almost made Simon forget about his own aching desire.
Grace must have sensed the same, caging Simon between his arms as he leant forwards, his body nudging the kitten's legs wider.
Simon's legs opened almost instinctively.
Fill me up. Please for once just fill me up and take me.
But that was not what they did, at least not yet. Neither had the nerve nor desire to take that much from the other. They were both too needy and craved the thrill of just humping each other. Maybe one day Grace would give in and slam his cock deep inside of Simon, God willing, but right now they needed to release all their pent up energy without the burden of having to make all the decisions.
Grace's eyes darkened at the sight. His kitten, so willing and submissive. He wanted to touch him to see how he quivered, tickle him to see how he squirmed. Would he fight back? Would he attempt to bite Grace again?
He placed himself between those strong legs. Shit, would his kitten squeeze his head if he gave in and sucked his cock dry? If Grace rubbed himself against him, would they wrap around him tightly, trapping him, only able to rut until completion?
Simon sharply inhaled as Grace lined up their cocks. He winked again as he took Simon's wrist and coyly brought it to their hard lengths, wrapping both of their hands around them.
Simon's hand twitched, squeezing their erections together. Grace let out a throaty gasp, unprepared for the hot sensation. His kitten's hands were so big, coated his own dry saliva from earlier.
That wouldn't do.
He spat down harshly, covering those strong fingers with his spit again.
Grace wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he had a thing for Simon’s hands. They had completely overwhelmed him, his mouth barely able to contain three digits. He bet they could stretch him out real good, those calloused pads would be able to reach his prostate and rub until Grace came-
His hips jerked forward, and was rewarded with Simon's face contorting with pleasure.
They both groaned in unison.
Grace enjoyed it when Simon made a move, forcing Grace to submit to whatever he wanted. But Grace also loved to see Simon lose all his composure and his facade of feline aggression melt away into shameless horniness.
This was how their fights always ended, a horny kitten and kit rubbing against each other until they both came, over and over again. He wouldn't have it any other way.
Grace lovingly caressed the other's hair- no, his ears. His sensitive ears, so soft and twitching with each thrust. Simon bit back a particularly needy moan. Grace's eyes narrowed, pulling on his mate's hair to coax the noise out. His kitten gave in, letting his mewls resonate loudly throughout their house. Perhaps he was embarrassed that his typically deep purrs could sometimes break into high pitch squeals, but Grace adored it when his kitten was vocal with his pleasure.
Faint huffing and slick sounds filled the room. Simon's eyes rolled back as he endured another delicious thrust, Grace's hardness rubbing wetly against his.
Grace was now grinding mercilessly against Simon, as if he were in heat. The weight of his kit on top of him made Simon breathless and pliant. With each press Simon felt his own tail's plug press deliciously into the sweet spot deep inside him that made him see stars. If he closed his eyes, he could even imagine it was his kit's cock burying itself deep into him over and over again.
Simon felt himself flush all over, his cock painfully hard at the thought of Grace thoroughly breeding him.
Grace would do such a great job, pining him down and sliding in like he belonged. He'd lock him into a mating press, where he could watch his kitten beg and cry as he'd thrust relentlessly into his tender spot. His knot would swell, catching on his rim harder that the tail ever could. He'd grasp on tight, keeping Simon immobile as he whimpered, begging to be filled. Grace would groan as he pumped Simon up with buckets of his seed, until it overflowed, filling his kitten with so many pups-
The orgasm hit Simon violently, crying out as his cock spurted across both of their chests. His entire body shook as waves of pleasure washed over him, overwhelming him inside and out. He felt lightheaded, vaguely registering his kit still grinding his cock against his. Each punishing grind pushed another weak spurt out of him, milking every drop.
Too much, too raw. It was almost uncomfortable, but Simon could only lay there dazed and take it.
Grace’s movements were fast and erratic. His kitten had cummed so much, slickness coating their cocks trapped between them. So wet, so warm. Simon looked utterly lost with tears falling from his eyes.
Hips stuttering, Grace groaned as his cock furiously pumped out his cum, mixing with Simon's. It was absurd just how much of a mess they made together. The erotic sight triggered another wave of his orgasm, hitting him like a bus. He fell onto Simon, moaning weakly as toe-curling pleasure wrecked his senses.
In the aftershocks of their shared releases, limp and wet, they continued to hump each other, seeking the sensation still. Little twitches and hips moving in small circles, their softening cocks slide easily between them. Simon's leg spasmed, thighs shaking from overstimulation and fatigue. He could feel Grace getting hard again- so much stamina, but still too weak, his kit simply laid on top of Simon, humping him desperately.
"Ngh- Fu-" Words weren't spoken when they were like this, but the all too intense sensations were getting to Simon. He wanted to swear, he wanted to worship Grace, to insult him in the same breath.
Simon's deep moans kept cracking on particularly hard thrusts, where everything felt a bit too raw. Grace was no more in control of himself than Simon was. He looked beautiful. His face was completely flushed, eyelids closed and flickering. His mouth had dropped open, releasing soft, high pitched whines. Sweat clung to his blond hair, making it flop adorably on his forehead. They shamelessly rutted against each other, seeking sweet friction.
Simon was suddenly surprised by his vision going blurry as he blinked. He was crying, warm tears heated by warmer skin, making their way down to his hair. In the midst of their animalistic rutting he hadn't even registered the tears falling, far too lost in the excitement of it all.
Grace came again, a weak groan rumbling from his chest. He laid down completely boneless on top of Simon, hips still twitching.
They spent a few minutes like that, silent and catching their breaths. As their bodies cooled down they affectionately nuzzled each other, soft hair tickling their necks.
After a few minutes, Grace lifted his head up, smiling down at Simon to check if he was feeling okay. Simon nodded back weakly.
"Okay then," Grace croaked, voice wrecked from the thorough fingering, "I need a long warm shower after all that. Wanna join?"
Simon laid still on the bed, eyes unfocused and chest rising with each deep breath.
"I think … I need- another minute. Or two." His head was still swimming, dirty thoughts of being bred still creeping on the edges of his mind. Oh well, it will have to wait for next time.
"I'll wait then." Grace gazed softly down at Simon. His kit was kind. Always so kind.
They waited a little longer, still too exhausted to move. Eventually Grace mustered the energy to get up, tail swinging from his perky ass as he made his way across the room. He slid the ears off, settling them gently on the dresser. He looked beautiful like this, muscles rippling, still flushed from their game, hair adorably tousled. Fuck, Simon was eager for that shower.
"Can I pull your tail out before we go in?"
Grace sighed, looking utterly done with him. Simon giggled, always reminded of why he loved this silly human man so much.
"Please?"
Looking away, Grace pretended to ponder, weighing the request in his mind. He eventually turned back to Simon, eyes soft and tone gentle.
“Only because I love you.”