I Ain't Muzzled

“Mhm. Keep telling yourself that,” he said softly, tone contrasted with the firmness of his touch as he pulled Victor’s head down to his chest. Raze continued to scratch, a little less lightly now.

He closed his eyes, putting his weight into leaning against the other. “It’s true… I ain’t that easy..”

“‘Course not,” Raze smirked, his mass increasing to withstand the other’s weight. His fingers moved to massage Vic’s scalp rhythmically, returning to that spot behind the other’s ears. “You definitely wouldn’t blow me if I promised to fuck or deepthroat you after, either.”

Victor’s breathing shallowed as he enjoyed the attention. His eyes opened slightly, peering up to look at the other from his chest. “What’s fuckin’ got ta do with this…?” He mumbled tiredly.

“It has to do with you predictably succumbing to my super-attractiveness. Although it looks like you’ll fall asleep first,” he noted, smiling down at the very placid elder feral. “Which would also be predictable. Either way, you’re fucked. Which is another way fucking has to do with this. Fucking has to do with everything, actually,” he gabbed on pointlessly, fingers still working their magic.

“You bein’ hot ain’t fuckin’ nothin’ either… I ain’t fucked… I’m just lettin’ ya do this..” Victor moved to wrap his arms around the others waist, pulling closer so he could enjoy the warmth. “Ain’t predictable…”

“Of course you’re not predictable, Vic,” Raze agreed with a smirk, pressing against Victor when the other pulled him closer. He continued to scratch, but also moved a thigh to rub between his elder’s legs. “I’d settle for being eaten out, since scalp scratching is a little easier in that position.”

He shuddered as the leg rubbed between his own, a shaky breath escaping his lips. He gave a small whine, the different forms of attention almost overwhelming for the large mutant.

Fair enough. …heh. Somebody’s jealous, huh? Would you like me to come to you more often, pop?

… I ain’t jealous. … Just statin’ fact… But it’d be nice…

Raze stepped into Victor’s space, looking up at him and biting his own lip. “I could fuck you right now, Vic,” he stated, voice low and completely serious.

Victor tensed up, the blood quickly rushing to his face. He looked away, biting his tongue as his heart started to race nervously. “That, uh.. That wasn’t the point.. You don’t gotta go doin’ that…”

“I don’t hear a ‘no’ in there,” he arched a brow, a dirty smirk painting his lips. He reached up to take Victor’s chin gently in hand, turn the elder’s face back towards him. “Tell me you want me, Victor,” he hummed, free hand smoothing over the other’s pec, roaming for a nipple.

He flexed his fingers, hesitating for a moment before grabbing Raze’s hips. He gave a low growl, closing his eyes as he lowered his head. “I fuckin’ want you…” He mumbled out.

The hold on his hips felt marvelous, and the shifter moved closer to his elder. “Couldn’t quite hear that,” Raze murmured, hand traveling from Victor’s chin to the back of his head. He added a couple inches to his own height to make closing the distance easier, and flicked his tongue over the other’s lips. “Say it again, Victor. Say you want me, and you want me to fuck you.”

Another growl rolled through his chest, his claws digging in slightly as his grasp tightened. The hair on the back of his neck raised as his lips were licked. “I said I fuckin’ want ya. Don’t make me fuckin’ say it again.” He snapped under his breath, quickly leaning forward to try and capture Raze’s lips.

Raze evaded the kiss easily with a tug on Victor’s hair, nipped at the other’s earlobe, pressing against his body. “You didn’t say please,” he teased, knowing he was pushing his luck. To make up for that, he bit into Victor’s strong neck, two elongated canines piercing skin and instantly drawing blood.

Victor hissed as he was bit, giving a low growl in frustration. He bared his fangs, glaring at Raze with sharp amber eyes. "Y're pushin' yer luck, kid..." He dug his claws deeper into the others side.

“Mhm. Keep telling yourself that,” he said softly, tone contrasted with the firmness of his touch as he pulled Victor’s head down to his chest. Raze continued to scratch, a little less lightly now.

He closed his eyes, putting his weight into leaning against the other. “It’s true… I ain’t that easy..”

“‘Course not,” Raze smirked, his mass increasing to withstand the other’s weight. His fingers moved to massage Vic’s scalp rhythmically, returning to that spot behind the other’s ears. “You definitely wouldn’t blow me if I promised to fuck or deepthroat you after, either.”

Victor’s breathing shallowed as he enjoyed the attention. His eyes opened slightly, peering up to look at the other from his chest. “What’s fuckin’ got ta do with this…?” He mumbled tiredly.

“It has to do with you predictably succumbing to my super-attractiveness. Although it looks like you’ll fall asleep first,” he noted, smiling down at the very placid elder feral. “Which would also be predictable. Either way, you’re fucked. Which is another way fucking has to do with this. Fucking has to do with everything, actually,” he gabbed on pointlessly, fingers still working their magic.

"You bein' hot ain't fuckin' nothin' either... I ain't fucked... I'm just lettin' ya do this.." Victor moved to wrap his arms around the others waist, pulling closer so he could enjoy the warmth. "Ain't predictable..."

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“Mhm. Keep telling yourself that,” he said softly, tone contrasted with the firmness of his touch as he pulled Victor’s head down to his chest. Raze continued to scratch, a little less lightly now.

He closed his eyes, putting his weight into leaning against the other. “It’s true… I ain’t that easy..”

“‘Course not,” Raze smirked, his mass increasing to withstand the other’s weight. His fingers moved to massage Vic’s scalp rhythmically, returning to that spot behind the other’s ears. “You definitely wouldn’t blow me if I promised to fuck or deepthroat you after, either.”

Victor's breathing shallowed as he enjoyed the attention. His eyes opened slightly, peering up to look at the other from his chest. "What's fuckin' got ta do with this...?" He mumbled tiredly.

“Mhm. Keep telling yourself that,” he said softly, tone contrasted with the firmness of his touch as he pulled Victor’s head down to his chest. Raze continued to scratch, a little less lightly now.

He closed his eyes, putting his weight into leaning against the other. "It's true... I ain't that easy.."

Denial. He was sure off it. “Yeah, that’s true. Still doesn’t help to rub salt in a mostly-healed wound. Anyway. Everybody’s predictable for me. Except maybe Daken’s boyfriend.”

“Daken’s boyfriend? Which one? … How ain’t he predictable if everyone else is?” He questioned, opting to avoid the previous topic.

Mission accomplished, they were away from the subject that made his uncle so uncomfortable. “As I understand it, Daken’s got one boyfriend. The rest are fuck buddies. He’s not predictable because he’s manic,” he shrugged. Now to find a subject that wouldn’t get his skin removed if Victor ever shared the conversation with aforementioned Daken and his boyfriend. “Why do you think you’re not predictable?” he asked. Different subject, safer direction.

He scratched the back of his head, thinking for a moment. “It’s my job. I gotta do my job an’ people ain’t supposed ta know it’s gonna happen ta them. Ya know? What do I do that’s predictable?”

“Job’s different than life,” Raze pointed out right away. “In life, you defend yourself from specific conversation subjects, succumb to my super-special attractiveness, and fall asleep when someone scratches behind your ears. Life. Different than job.”

Victor’s eyes narrowed, watching the other for a moment. “Prove it, punk.” He growled out, egging the other on. “If that shits true, then it’ll be easy fer ya.”

The shifter smirked, then chuckled, hands wandering from Victor’s chest up to his neck, scratching ever so lightly behind his ears. “You’re going to be so embarrassed once I’ve got you on your knees, Vic.”

Victor tensed for a moment, his eyes rolling back as he leaned his head into the scratching. "Ain't gonna be gettin' on my knees just fer this...is just enjoyable..."

Fair enough. …heh. Somebody’s jealous, huh? Would you like me to come to you more often, pop?

… I ain’t jealous. … Just statin’ fact… But it’d be nice…

Raze stepped into Victor’s space, looking up at him and biting his own lip. “I could fuck you right now, Vic,” he stated, voice low and completely serious.

Victor tensed up, the blood quickly rushing to his face. He looked away, biting his tongue as his heart started to race nervously. “That, uh.. That wasn’t the point.. You don’t gotta go doin’ that…”

“I don’t hear a ‘no’ in there,” he arched a brow, a dirty smirk painting his lips. He reached up to take Victor’s chin gently in hand, turn the elder’s face back towards him. “Tell me you want me, Victor,” he hummed, free hand smoothing over the other’s pec, roaming for a nipple.

He flexed his fingers, hesitating for a moment before grabbing Raze’s hips. He gave a low growl, closing his eyes as he lowered his head. “I fuckin’ want you…” He mumbled out.

The hold on his hips felt marvelous, and the shifter moved closer to his elder. “Couldn’t quite hear that,” Raze murmured, hand traveling from Victor’s chin to the back of his head. He added a couple inches to his own height to make closing the distance easier, and flicked his tongue over the other’s lips. “Say it again, Victor. Say you want me, and you want me to fuck you.”

Another growl rolled through his chest, his claws digging in slightly as his grasp tightened. The hair on the back of his neck raised as his lips were licked. "I said I fuckin' want ya. Don't make me fuckin' say it again." He snapped under his breath, quickly leaning forward to try and capture Raze's lips.

Denial. He was sure off it. “Yeah, that’s true. Still doesn’t help to rub salt in a mostly-healed wound. Anyway. Everybody’s predictable for me. Except maybe Daken’s boyfriend.”

“Daken’s boyfriend? Which one? … How ain’t he predictable if everyone else is?” He questioned, opting to avoid the previous topic.

Mission accomplished, they were away from the subject that made his uncle so uncomfortable. “As I understand it, Daken’s got one boyfriend. The rest are fuck buddies. He’s not predictable because he’s manic,” he shrugged. Now to find a subject that wouldn’t get his skin removed if Victor ever shared the conversation with aforementioned Daken and his boyfriend. “Why do you think you’re not predictable?” he asked. Different subject, safer direction.

He scratched the back of his head, thinking for a moment. “It’s my job. I gotta do my job an’ people ain’t supposed ta know it’s gonna happen ta them. Ya know? What do I do that’s predictable?”

“Job’s different than life,” Raze pointed out right away. “In life, you defend yourself from specific conversation subjects, succumb to my super-special attractiveness, and fall asleep when someone scratches behind your ears. Life. Different than job.”

Victor's eyes narrowed, watching the other for a moment. "Prove it, punk." He growled out, egging the other on. "If that shits true, then it'll be easy fer ya."

Fair enough. …heh. Somebody’s jealous, huh? Would you like me to come to you more often, pop?

… I ain’t jealous. … Just statin’ fact… But it’d be nice…

Raze stepped into Victor’s space, looking up at him and biting his own lip. “I could fuck you right now, Vic,” he stated, voice low and completely serious.

Victor tensed up, the blood quickly rushing to his face. He looked away, biting his tongue as his heart started to race nervously. “That, uh.. That wasn’t the point.. You don’t gotta go doin’ that…”

“I don’t hear a ‘no’ in there,” he arched a brow, a dirty smirk painting his lips. He reached up to take Victor’s chin gently in hand, turn the elder’s face back towards him. “Tell me you want me, Victor,” he hummed, free hand smoothing over the other’s pec, roaming for a nipple.

He flexed his fingers, hesitating for a moment before grabbing Raze's hips. He gave a low growl, closing his eyes as he lowered his head. "I fuckin' want you..." He mumbled out.

Denial. He was sure off it. “Yeah, that’s true. Still doesn’t help to rub salt in a mostly-healed wound. Anyway. Everybody’s predictable for me. Except maybe Daken’s boyfriend.”

“Daken’s boyfriend? Which one? … How ain’t he predictable if everyone else is?” He questioned, opting to avoid the previous topic.

Mission accomplished, they were away from the subject that made his uncle so uncomfortable. “As I understand it, Daken’s got one boyfriend. The rest are fuck buddies. He’s not predictable because he’s manic,” he shrugged. Now to find a subject that wouldn’t get his skin removed if Victor ever shared the conversation with aforementioned Daken and his boyfriend. “Why do you think you’re not predictable?” he asked. Different subject, safer direction.

He scratched the back of his head, thinking for a moment. "It's my job. I gotta do my job an' people ain't supposed ta know it's gonna happen ta them. Ya know? What do I do that's predictable?"

Fair enough. …heh. Somebody’s jealous, huh? Would you like me to come to you more often, pop?

… I ain’t jealous. … Just statin’ fact… But it’d be nice…

Raze stepped into Victor’s space, looking up at him and biting his own lip. “I could fuck you right now, Vic,” he stated, voice low and completely serious.

Victor tensed up, the blood quickly rushing to his face. He looked away, biting his tongue as his heart started to race nervously. "That, uh.. That wasn't the point.. You don't gotta go doin' that..."

Denial. He was sure off it. “Yeah, that’s true. Still doesn’t help to rub salt in a mostly-healed wound. Anyway. Everybody’s predictable for me. Except maybe Daken’s boyfriend.”

"Daken's boyfriend? Which one? ... How ain't he predictable if everyone else is?" He questioned, opting to avoid the previous topic.