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"excuse me, I need some air." Grey said, and he suddenly dissapeared out the window, darting from rooftop to rooftop in rapid speed.

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"that's interesting, You break first- urgh! damnit- they're loud! seriously- there are times where I wonder if I really AM related to big brother..." Ivy said, staring at the ceiling in disgust.
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*arching his back, warm waves of pleasure flooding his body, and totally at Harry's mercy*

"Wow.....fuck, quick study, aren't you? You musta been a wolfboy in a former life or something!"
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"Well, people always seem to neglect the tails in the manga. And it always seems to be in-out, quick as you please. Honestly, people don't take their time anymore."

They sat there, Harry moving two fingers in and out, and stroking the tail up and down.

"So, doing anything for the holidays?"

Harry grinned, and removed his fingers. Then he plunged himself, the important organ required for sex, that is, into Flynn. It was warm, and Harry, after the sharp enterance of the tip, moved slowly and easily. It was all awfully relaxed, really.

Harry manged to ease himself in entirly, and was greeted with the feel of fur on his thighs, and the alliteration that came with it. He took his now free hand, as the other one stroked Flynn's tail, behind Flynn's ear, and began tickling it.

"Did you know there is in fact a g-spot inside the ear? It isn't even possible to reach it, I think."
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Grey heard everything from his room, even when he was a few kilometers away.

"damn- those two seem to be having fun! I should get back- or I'll miss everything!!"[i]
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hits the cue ball and sends balls flying across the table. "the least he could do is turn up some music and close the door. well, ya can't say your not getting turned on, even just a little," he cringes with the next moan herd from upstairs."then again, maybe not. I know!" he goes over to the cd player and puts in his burned cd of his favorite artists. linkin parks' "enjoy the slience" comes on and Blue turns it up. "your move, Ivy."
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"hey- great Idea Blue!" Ivy said, as she hits the cue ball- which flies off the table and bounces off a wall, going back into the table, and sending a yellow ball into a hole. "oops." Ivy said. "I guess I'm kinda nervous-"
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smiles. "now don't be. look your solids! and I don't bite. well, not very hard anyways."
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*clenches eyes shut and grits his teeth*

"Fuck, whatever Gray's paying you to stick around, it can't be enough to cover THIS!!!"
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"Indeed. Tell him I deserve a raise, if only for my tea and general knowlage."

He began to slowly move out, one hand calmly stroking Flynn's tail, the other franticly tickling behind his ear, his fingers darting and rolling through his fur.

Butlers, you see, have to be able to multitask. It makes the job much easier, you see, when a man can polish and dust at the same time. The univercity went through great lengths to teach young butlers to teach multitasking. Harry had, tucked away in the attic, entire ledgers full of backwards and forwards paragraphs, where he'd been writing passages backwards on one page and forward on the other at the same time. As a result, he was ambidesterous, however, the real multitasking was taught through a series of assult courses where the students would have to serve tea. This sounds unchallenging, however the tasks in the assult course were awfully hard; you see, the course consisted of a series of traps and doors, which one would have to deactivate with a series of similaitious motions. One task was a drumkit on which you'd have to beat out five certain rhythms at twice the tempo the tunes were originaly written to play at.

But let's get back with the task at hand.

Harry was a patient man. He was patient enough for a slow tempo, and cruel nough to neglect Flynn's cock. And so, slowly he went, in and out, and slowly he went, up and down, but the contrast of his ear rubs was nasty. One humanoid-animal he'd met in his youth, around three years ago, had written a song for his band about Harry, but then realised that the term "Greese Lightning" had already been coined in some musical he couldn't remember the name of. Oil, or something.

That's why Flynn should feel privialaged the Harry took his hands away from their current points of conduct and placed them on his hips, taking a moment to feel the soft fur, and then completly changing his tempo. You could've tied a pen to Harry, and dragged a peice of paper past at a constant rate and you'd have seen a huge leap in the wavelength. A diffenence of 23.47 centimetres, if you're accurate.

And, yes, someone had fallen asleep in Harry's slow treatment before, then the use of a contrast. They were wide awake again as soon as he began this, though.
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"A raise!!!" *growl* "Hell, you deserve this villa just for yourself!"

*clenches his fists in the duvet on the bed, his claws ripping it open and sending down fluttering through the air, growling deeply*
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