#moondrunk

He's got both hands buried in the thick fur on Kinn's head, one thumb stroking up and down the soft edge of Kinn’s ear, while Kinn's face is buried between Porsche's legs, licking everything, getting Porsche slick and loose for when he allows Kinn to fuck him.

"So needy just from this. You can't wait to get your cock inside me, can you?” Further down the bed, Porsche can see where Kinn's hips are rutting against the mattress, pressing into it in time with his tongue fucking into Porsche. Kinn can't seem to help himself.

"Be careful. If you're too desperate, you'll come before I'm finished with you." Porsche tugs at Kinn's ear until Kinn grumbles out an agreement.

"Fuck that feels so good. You're going to make me come like this and then you're going to fuck me until I come again on your knot."

Despite the acknowledgment, Porsche can tell Kinn's hips keep moving. He's reached the point where he's chasing the sensations and doesn't want to stop.

Porsche takes pity on him and brings a hand up to his own cock to hasten along his first orgasm of the night. It's been building slowly with the pressure of Kinn's tongue deep inside him and his own hand easily pulls him over the edge, thighs clamping down on Kinn's head holding him tightly in place while Porsche rides out his orgasm.

A soft whine from Kinn and Porsche slowly starts to unwind, loosening his hold and gently running his hands through Kinn's ruff.

Kinn has stilled, too, panting wetly against Porsche's thigh, waiting for the next instructions.

Porsche tightens his hold in Kinn's fur and tugs, but instead of yielding, Kinn whines again and presses his muzzle snuggly into the crease of Porsche's thigh.

Another moment and Porsche realizes why. "Oh, you naughty thing. You've popped your knot right against the mattress, haven't you?" Porsche knows he's hit the mark when he gets a whimper and a light graze of teeth.

Porsche grins wickedly to himself. This wasn't the plan, but he's not one to pass up the opportunity to tease his wolf.

"Come up here, let me see what a mess you've made.”

Kinn crawls up Porsche's body, unable to resist swiping his tongue through the mess Porsche had made on his own belly. When Kinn's cock is within reach, Porsche wraps a firm grip around it and feels the easy slide as Kinn gives an aborted thrust before whining in overstimulation. Kinn's cock pulses in his hand, come dribbling out to join the mess on Porsche.

Shifting his grip, Porsche squeezes the thick knot that has formed at the base of Kinn's dick.