[C][M] Pure Tiger, Doll-Face

Silt made soft gags as Dario rocked up into his mouth, he had grown accustomed to the feeling of choking on the man's cock, he didn't panic at all and breathed steadily through his nose.

The Demon couldn't help but smirk softly as the man beside them groaned, he wished he could do a little more than just jerk the man off, it wasn't much fun but that didn't matter.

His head picked up the pace, moving hard and fast as he proved his submission.

His hand jerked the man firmly as his finger bore down against his tip, his other hand was holding him up so instead his tail slid between the other man's legs, rubbing and grinding the smooth flesh against Demir's balls.

Silt would get his chance to have his fun with Demir soon.

When Dario was satisfied, it would Demir's turn to indulge in the Demon's mouth.

Being human, Dario wouldn't be able to hold out as long as a supernatural creature like Demir. The human was sure to come first.

Demir bit his lip with a little groan as he felt Silt's tail rub against his balls.

It was a rarity that Silt got to use his tail during sex, but he had to admit it was fun to do, people never expected it.

Silts teeth dragged up Dario hardened shaft slowly before his tongue lapped at him.

He nibbled and licked the man's head, praising it with his mouth before taking him back in and continued the hard, rough pace that the man enjoyed.

Demir hadn't been expecting Silt to use his tail. He had strong hunches that Silt's tail wasn't a body-mod. Being Supernatural himself, he'd encountered many strange things and a sentient tail wasn't one of the strangest.

He just hadn't expected Silt to be brave enough to use it out in the open so fearlessly like this.

Not that Demir could complain too much. The feeling of the tail stroking his balls was incredible.

Dario's hand fisted tighter in Silt's hair as he returned to the rough pace.

Silt gave a low groan as he was gripped tightly, Dario was constantly dragging him around and handling him by his hair.

The human knew well enough that besides his tail, he was one of the most sensitive parts of his body.

Many people tried to inspect his tail and he was careful about keeping them away from it, last thing he needed was a human realizing that there were bones joining the tail to his spine and that he wasn't some prosthetic. Still, at the moment they were fairly safe, most of the people working here were supes.

Silt kept his brutal pace, gagging with each bob as he tried his hardest to please the man.

Dario could feel the heat churning in the pit of his stomach in response to the hard pace Silt had set.

The Demon knew what he liked and used that to his advantage to work Dario up quickly.

The man groaned softly as the rocking of his hips faltered slightly and he gave a shaky breath.

This felt incredible.

He could tell when Dario was close, the man was usually perfectly timed but he slipped up when he was aroused.

Silt wanted to make him come, and come well, he had to get back on the man's good side.

His head's movements were almost violent, he gagged loudly as the cock was forced deep into his throat, his eyes watering slightly as he took it without complaint.

He knew no human would be able to withstand this sort of treatment, luckily he didn't sense and human's beside Dario nearby.

The feeling of Silt's throat rippling around his arousal as he choked and gagged had Dario almost writhing as he thrust up into the Demon's mouth.

It didn't take long for him to give a shuddering breath and come with a soft groan.

Dario slumped against the couch with a satisfied moan.

"Demir," he ordered in a soft breath, motion for Silt to begin pleasuring the Shifter.

Silt made Dario ride out his orgasm, swallowing everything he was offered before pulling away from him, panting softly as he looked up at the Shifter.

His eyes still held that heat, it was evident that the Demon was aroused and now that he had been pushed to his knees he was ready to serve.

His tail and hand moved away from Demir, gripping the man's knees and separating them as he pushed his clothed body between them.

Perfectly white hair draped over his shoulder and brushed against the man's thighs as he moved in closer, his eyes peeking up at him as he lowered his head.

Silt's pale pink tongue lapped out over Demir's tip, stroking it softly with the point of his tongue. Like a few of his other features his tongue didn't look human either, it was tapered to a sharp tip, most assumed than he got his tongue cut that way but it wasn't the case.

The Shifter's pink tongue laved over his lower lip slowly as he watched Silt moved over to him.

His legs parted obediently when the Demon's hands rested on them.

He let out a deep, cat-like purr as Silt's hair brushed over his thighs and his pointed tongue stroked over his aroused flesh.

His amber eyes gazed down at the man, watching as his tongue stroked over him slowly.

Silt's lips curled up at the purr, with Dario sated he could be a little bit more like himself instead of playing obedient little slave, he liked to be a little cheeky in his submission.

His dark, stormy eyes turned up to the Shifter, catching his gaze, attempting to ensnare him as the Demon's sexual appeal rolled off of him in an almost tactile aura.

His tongue stroked up the man's heated flesh slowly, enjoying this new taste. Silt's teeth dragged up his length before his lips sealed around him, giving just his plump head a firm suck, his tongue stroking over the smooth, slick flesh.

Demir was a lot more wild than Dario in his dominance. He didn't expect some perfect little slave. He much preferred fighting for his dominance; forcing his partner still as he fucked them.

Demir's lips parted and he gave a soft, breathy moan as the Demon's silver-blue eyes caught his own.

Silt was wild. Lust brimmed and swirled in his silver eyes, holding him captive.

The Turkish man swallowed thickly.

Demir's hand fisted tightly in the Demon's hand as his hips rocked upwards, pushing himself down Silt's throat as his lips closed around his aroused flesh.. He wanted to feel the gagging that he'd seen while he was pleasuring Dario.

Silt could sense the man's feral nature, he fed off of it, the temperament of his dominant affected his own mentality.

Images of being with this man, forced up against the wall as they both struggled and fought, clawing and tearing at each others skin as their howls echoed through the halls. He could already hear the snarling, taste the blood in his mouth, feel the sweat dripping down his skin.

There was none of that fight with Dario, he either did as he was told, or he was punished, the man was strict, he loved that, but he also loved that rush when he was defiant.

Silt gagged loudly as he was snapped out of his daydream and forced down onto the man's cock. His eyes narrowed sharply as he stared up at Demir hard, a low growl rumbling in his throat.

Demir snarled in return when Silt growled at him, a playful grin curling his lips.

He loved the growling. The primal reactions to discomfort.

He wanted more of it. He wanted the two of them to scrap and fight and fuck hard.

The Shifter's hips rocked violently up onto the Demon's mouth, the dark smirk still curled his lips.

Demir would draw those reactions out of him no matter what.

Silt grinned around the man's arousal as he was snarled at, he was pleased that he hadn't be told to be quiet, he didn't want to be quiet, he wanted to be loud.

The Demon gave an other-worldly snarl as he choked around the man's cock as Demir thrust violently down his throat.

His sharp nails scraped up the shifter's thighs, carving dark lines into his skin as his teeth dragged up his shaft hard.

If the man was trying to hurt him, then he would return the favor.

Demir gave a gasp as his thighs were attacked with sharp nails.
His hands tugged sharply at the man's white hair as his hips bucked roughly against the Demon's teeth.

A blowjob wasn't enough.

This man was wild. He was a creature that Demir wanted to spend an entire night with; not just a few minutes on a couch.

"Up," he ordered with a breathless moan, yanking on Silt's hair to pull him away from his arousal and drag him to his feet.

Silt didn't move away from him until he was yanked away from the man's crotch and pulled to his feet.

His eyes were narrow as he stood, he had been enjoying himself and hadn't wanted to be pulled away so soon.

He gripped the base of his hair and tried to pull away from the man with a low warning growl, he was getting sick and tired of being pulled around by his hair.

Demir returned the growl with one of his own, yanking at teh Demon's hair again, to pull him against his chest and kiss him. Hard.

The kiss was feral and Demir tore into Silt's lip.

Blood dripped down their chins as he kissed the Demon as roughly as he could.

His hips rocked against Silt's, his arousal rubbing against the Demon's clothed stomach.

Silt's rumbling growl turned into a loud snarl as he was kissed, his own hands fisting in the man's hair, pulling him closer as their lips went to war.

He kissed him back with more ferocity, the taste of his own blood only fueling him.

The Demon pushed Demir back roughly, his own body staying pressed against the man as he forced the Shifter up against the wall, pinning him against the cement with his hips which rubbed back against the man's arousal, grinding up against him through his layers of clothes which he was wishing would burst into flames from the friction and flake away off of his body.

Demir groaned as he was pushed against a wall.

His hips rocked against Silt's as his nails bit into the Demon's shoulders.

His tongue lapped at the blood spilling down their chins as the deep, rough kiss continued.

They needed to move to a back room. Somewhere where they could tear each other apart without anyone watching them in horror.

He wanted to fuck the Demon hard.

Demir groaned as he was pushed against a wall.

His hips rocked against Silt's as his nails bit into the Demon's shoulders.

His tongue lapped at the blood spilling down their chins as the deep, rough kiss continued.

They needed to move to a back room. Somewhere where they could tear each other apart without anyone watching them in horror.

He wanted to fuck the Demon hard.

Silt gave a moan as nails bit into him, he wanted to be naked and pressed up against this man, now.

He couldn't wait, he refused to.

He pulled back from the kiss, his lips pulling back over his sharp teeth as Demir lapped at the blood.

The Demon's hand reached up and gripped the Shifted around his throat, staring up at him as if he were prey, inspecting him as he leaned up, letting his tongue swipe over the mess of blood dripping down the man's chin.

His free hand gripped the man's cock and by those two handles he pulled him off of the wall and walked him backwards toward the back rooms.

Demir wanted to be pressed against the Demon’s naked body just as much as Silt wanted to be pressed against him.

He grunted softly as a hand constricted around his throat; his breathing fading until his chest as barely moving with each soft breath.

His tongue swiped out from between his parted lips when Silt’s tongue swiped over his chin; tongue entwining with Silt’s as he sucked Silt’s tongue into his mouth, biting his tongue roughly. He wanted the Demon’s reactions.

Demir groaned when his arousal was gripped as he was pulled away from the wall. He stumbled a little, moving as close to Silt as he could so Silt didn’t pull too painfully on his cock or choke him too much.

Silt didn't grip his throat too hard, he struggled to know his own strength some days.

The Demon hissed as his tongue was bitten into, forcing the kiss deeper until he could pull Demir's tongue into his own mouth and bite into it firmly.

He didn't stop until the fresh taste of blood coated his tongue.

Their pace was slow as they refused to separate and people got in the way, all of which stared at them.

Silt let go to the man's throat and pushed open the first room they got to, which was thankfully, empty, though at this point he didn't care if people got a free show.

Demir groaned softly as his tongue was bitten roughly.

He loved the sharp sting and slow burn of the cut and the sharp metallic taste of his blood.

When Silt led the two of them into an empty room, the Shifter decided it was time for him to take charge.

His hands gripped Silt's thighs tightly and he dragged him upwards, hooking Silt's thighs over his hips as the kiss became even more desperate.