Phil puts his claws around the plug, and slowly, carefully, slides it out. Watching Ossie fold around it as it’s removed is—hell, he hasn’t laid with anyone in a year and a half and he’s pretty sure it shows. There’s not much he can do about the hoarse noise he makes or the tightening grip of his other hand on his hip.
Phil puts it down on the end table. He settles in between Ossie’s legs, gets comfortable, makes sure he’s lined up; his tip finds the entrance, and when he pushes in, he holds his breath.
Phil is already just delightful, but hearing the hoarseness of his cry is scintillating. It occurs to Ossie that he might be Phil's first lay in a while only after it. Sex isn't a need like food or drink, but it is certainly a very deep want in the same way people crave companionship and friendship. Skin to skin, feeling Phil's body heat through his clothes and inside him. Sex is a way to know someone as conversation or dancing with them is, and Ossie's hand goes to Phil's. paw? Paw, on his hip.
"Worth the wait, definitely worth the wait- how do you feel?"
He only exhales when he’s well and seated in. Sex isn’t a need by any means, no, but it sure as hell is nice in his book, and after so long on his own, just sitting here with the feeling of Ossie around him is doing weird and new things to his brain chemistry.
“The wait,” he chuckles, “gee, what a compliment. I’m doing great.” (A massive understatement, if the Glamour he’s bleeding is anything to go by.) “What about you? Good so far?”
"Phil, you could have pinned me to the wall without warning at random and I would have been thrilled, and instead you dragged me out to a bar first," he whines. Then laughs, dropping the tone.
"Don't worry, you're doing marvellously. I genuinely doubt you could do anything wrong at this point- keep going."
“Okay. Hear you loud and clear.” With the go-ahead, Phil begins to rock, the slower pace with which he starts as much for his own benefit as it is for Ossie’s. This isn’t the kind of place where he’s game to just dive into the deep end, especially with how worked up he already is; better to ease in and pace himself.
When he finds a rhythm comfortable enough to split his attention, he leans down to kiss at Ossie again. More of getting his tongue sucked, please and thank you.
"Is that a promise? You know I take those seriously," he teases, but makes no motion whatsoever towards binding it in any way. He's not that kind of person. Not with someone he likes, in any case.
Finally some real friction. Ossie moans happily, more than content to lie back and take it. The pressure, the heat, the feeling of Phil still clothed against him- oh hello, there he is, handsome grey muzzle and all. A hand goes up to gently rub Phil's ear between his thumb and finger, and he resumes his business acquainting himself with Phil's mouth. Warm breath and moisture, the feeling of teeth against his lips, Phil's broad tongue- if he was in the habit of altering certain portions of himself with Contracts, he might be curious about what it would be like to be eaten out with it. Pity he isn't.
His ear flicks in Ossie's hand. Between that and the kissing and being seated in him like he is (God, is he tight or is Phil just not used to this), Ossie's starting to push all his buttons, already ratcheting up his arousal and impatience. He groans against his lips at the same time the pace starts to pick up.
"Gladly," he rasps, and leans over to clamp his teeth around his throat, inching up the pressure until either he gets anxious or Ossie starts making pretty sounds.
Ossie vocalizes more as the pace picks up- he wants nothing more than to drive Phil wild, to let him cut loose and stop worrying so much about being a gentleman. He hoots at the teeth in his neck, accidentally tugging on his ear out of lust.
"Yes- there you are- ohh good man, there we are- come on- I didn't take you home for chit-chat-"
Later he might be slightly concerned at how quickly he fell into this, but at the moment, all of Ossie’s encouragement and praise and noise is lancing straight through him. He wants him like this—wants to feel him like this, and Phil is going to give him everything he wants. His ears swivel and flick at how vocal he’s being, and he grunts into Ossie as his ear’s tugged.
His teeth pull off for just a moment to press down again in a firmer hold, hot breath and wet tongue against Ossie’s skin; meanwhile a hand goes up to pin one of his wrists where it is against the mattress.
"God's wounds, man- yes- like that-" Ossie allows himself to go pliant, moved by Phil however he so pleases. He's getting wrung out like a towel- his favourite thing. Even if Phil's concerned later, Ossie isn't- it's perfect, it's everything he wanted out of this.
His animal throat makes some truly unconscionable noises, claws digging into Ossie’s wrist while the other tries to somehow haul his hips closer. His pace is practically pressing him flat against the mattress. It’s so much, it’s so much—
Phil’s jaws pull off, trailing lines of drool through his teeth just so he can rasp out, “Ossie—Ossie, darling, beautiful thing, I’m getting close—“
"Good- I'm fine, you- go on-" Ossie moans in the affirmative, trying to press his hips closer to Phil, his cock a gladly neglected casualty in getting to see Phil turn loose like this.
Permission. Permission, yes, and it’s not fair yet, but he’ll give this back to him just fine, he knows—anything Ossie wants he’s going to get here. Anything at all, it’s his—
It’s only a little while longer; the muscle over his stomach tightens, Phil plants himself in deep and gives a broken wail so Ossie knows exactly what he’s doing to him as the tension in him finally snaps apart.
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Date: 2024-02-28 12:13 am (UTC)Phil puts it down on the end table. He settles in between Ossie’s legs, gets comfortable, makes sure he’s lined up; his tip finds the entrance, and when he pushes in, he holds his breath.
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Date: 2024-02-28 12:29 am (UTC)"Worth the wait, definitely worth the wait- how do you feel?"
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Date: 2024-02-28 12:40 am (UTC)“The wait,” he chuckles, “gee, what a compliment. I’m doing great.” (A massive understatement, if the Glamour he’s bleeding is anything to go by.) “What about you? Good so far?”
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Date: 2024-02-28 12:48 am (UTC)"Don't worry, you're doing marvellously. I genuinely doubt you could do anything wrong at this point- keep going."
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Date: 2024-02-28 01:08 am (UTC)“Okay. Hear you loud and clear.” With the go-ahead, Phil begins to rock, the slower pace with which he starts as much for his own benefit as it is for Ossie’s. This isn’t the kind of place where he’s game to just dive into the deep end, especially with how worked up he already is; better to ease in and pace himself.
When he finds a rhythm comfortable enough to split his attention, he leans down to kiss at Ossie again. More of getting his tongue sucked, please and thank you.
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Date: 2024-03-02 05:01 am (UTC)Finally some real friction. Ossie moans happily, more than content to lie back and take it. The pressure, the heat, the feeling of Phil still clothed against him- oh hello, there he is, handsome grey muzzle and all. A hand goes up to gently rub Phil's ear between his thumb and finger, and he resumes his business acquainting himself with Phil's mouth. Warm breath and moisture, the feeling of teeth against his lips, Phil's broad tongue- if he was in the habit of altering certain portions of himself with Contracts, he might be curious about what it would be like to be eaten out with it. Pity he isn't.
"Bite my neck?" he asks, separating slightly.
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Date: 2024-03-03 02:05 pm (UTC)"Gladly," he rasps, and leans over to clamp his teeth around his throat, inching up the pressure until either he gets anxious or Ossie starts making pretty sounds.
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Date: 2024-03-09 06:50 am (UTC)Ossie vocalizes more as the pace picks up- he wants nothing more than to drive Phil wild, to let him cut loose and stop worrying so much about being a gentleman. He hoots at the teeth in his neck, accidentally tugging on his ear out of lust.
"Yes- there you are- ohh good man, there we are- come on- I didn't take you home for chit-chat-"
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Date: 2024-03-09 11:24 am (UTC)His teeth pull off for just a moment to press down again in a firmer hold, hot breath and wet tongue against Ossie’s skin; meanwhile a hand goes up to pin one of his wrists where it is against the mattress.
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Date: 2024-03-11 11:07 am (UTC)"Yes- yes- yes- come on- you marvel, you wonder-"
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Date: 2024-03-11 11:27 am (UTC)Phil’s jaws pull off, trailing lines of drool through his teeth just so he can rasp out, “Ossie—Ossie, darling, beautiful thing, I’m getting close—“
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Date: 2024-03-11 11:33 am (UTC)"Come on- inside me- come on-"
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Date: 2024-03-11 11:56 am (UTC)It’s only a little while longer; the muscle over his stomach tightens, Phil plants himself in deep and gives a broken wail so Ossie knows exactly what he’s doing to him as the tension in him finally snaps apart.