The D.mon Bby and Ghost Bear Fan

@azrisweek🌹

Tamlin is roaming around in his beast form, finding it faster to check the perimeters like this, when he feels a strong pull leading him back to the manor. It’s a familiar feeling that he should ignore and continue with his duties but he’s never been good at ignoring this specific pull so he finds himself running back to the manor. 

The pull leads him to his bedroom and he stalks inside still in his beast form. He pauses when he sees Rhys spread out on the bed. Naked. Touching himself. His green eyes trail down Rhys’ perfect body and he growls when he sees the fingers he has stuffed inside his hole. 

“There you are, Darling.” Rhys purrs, gazing half-lidded at Tamlin. His tongue comes out to lick his lips. “I’ve been thinking of you.”

He seems frozen as he watches Rhys’ fingers move like he doesn’t know if he wants to join him or just watch him and Rhys decides to help make a decision with a shuttered “Tam…Need you.”

“Yes.” That growling voice responds before he stands on his back feet, ready to shift. He’s so tall, he’s almost reaching the ceiling.

“Wait!” Rhys exclaims. “Keep the horns.”

Tamlin gives him a vicious smile before gold light fills the room. Before Rhys knows it, his lover is on the bed on top of him, seeming bigger with the horns pointing out of his blonde locks. He leans in and kisses Rhys, sliding in his tongue as he slicks up his thick cock with the oil on the bed. 

When Tamlin pushes in, Rhys throws his head back and cries out. His hands come up to grip Tamlin’s arms where they are on either side of Rhys, holding himself above him. Before he knows it, Tamlin is fully inside and leaning down to kiss him while letting him adjust. 

“Cauldron, you always feel so good.” Tamlin murmurs against his lips before kissing him again, swallowing Rhys moan as he pulls back and thrusts in again.

Rhys lets one of his hands slide into Tamlin’s hair as the blonde starts setting a pace; fucking him in a way that has him seeing stars. He tilts his head when Tamlin’s kisses trail across his jaw and move down his neck. He gasps when Tamlin moves one of his hands and trails a claw up his side, sliding it to circle his hardened nipple. Cauldron, he loved when he used his claws. 

His hand is still in Tamlin’s hair when his lover licks over the base of his neck before biting down, making Rhys cry out as he pulls at his hair. When he removes his teeth and starts licking at the wound, he changes the angle of his thrusts and Rhys makes a strangled sound as he hits that magic spot inside. Both his hands come up and grab Tamlin’s horns at the base before pulling him up and into a kiss.

Tamlin growls into his mouth as his thrusts get deeper, hips moving faster. He slides his claws down Rhys’ sides before pulling away from the kiss to push his legs over his shoulders.

Rhys starts babbling incoherently as Tamlin fucks him as hard as he can, shivering every time his claws move across his body. His hands are still tightly gripping his horns as one hard thrust into his prostate sends him over the edge and he comes untouched between their bodies. 

The clenching of his hole around Tamlin’s thick cock causes the other male to thrust in as deep as he can before he releases deep inside of Rhys’ channel with a roar.

Their lips crash together in an open mouth kiss as they come down from their high. Rhys’ fingers trace lightly along Tamlin’s horns, making the other male shiver and moan into his mouth.

Letting Rhys’ legs fall back onto the bed, Tamlin sits back on his knees and pulls Rhys into his lap. 

Rhys sighs as they kiss again. Tamlin grips his hips and murmurs ‘hold on’ against his lips before lifting him out of bed; half hard cock still inside him as he carries him to the bathing room.