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

Silt released the man's arousal as his legs were pulled over Demir's hips.

His legs tightened around the Shifter, pulling him a close as possible as his arms draped over his shoulders, gripping onto the back of his hair tightly.

With those thick strands weaved through his fingers he dragged Demir's head down, locking him into another desperate kiss as he body ground against him.

Demir's hands moved to the waistband of Silt's jeans, trying to grasp at the button with shaky fingers.

After a few moments of patience, Demir just gripped the man's jeans tightly and yanked them apart, breaking both the button and the zipper.

He yanked at Silt's broken jeans, trying to drag them down over the Demon's hips and down his thighs.

His teeth sank into Silt's tongue again roughly.

Silt gave a threatening hiss as his jeans were torn but the need to be completely pressed up against this man was greater than what little care he had for his clothing.

His own sharp nails clawed at his jeans, ripping away at the stubborn fabric until it was sliced to ribbons and littering the ground beneath him, only a few strings clinging to the Demon's now bare legs.

A strong shiver ran through him as his tongue was bitten into again, at which point he forced it down the man's throat, kissing him with as much ferocity as he could muster.

Demir helped remove the shredded denim eagerly as Silt's nails tore through the fabric easier than his nails ever could.

The rough kiss was reciprocated in kind. His teeth dragged over Silt's tongue and lips as his nails bit into his bare backside and thighs. Blood seeped from the crescent shaped marks on Silt's skin and their joined lips.

The Shifter turned abruptly, hands searching out Silt's wrists as he shoved him roughly against the nearest wall. Demir kept him pinned in place by his hips pressing against Silt's own and his hands - which had found Silt's - pinning his arms against the wall on either side of his head.

His hips rocked against Silt's as he pressed into the kiss.

Silt hissed and writhed as he was bitten into by teeth and nails, he could no longer stay still, his body was too riled up to even consider it.

The Demon grunted as his back hit against the wall, his legs constricting around the Shifter's waist as he pulled him closer while his tail coiled between the man's legs, rubbing up against his arousal as it moved, sliding between his cheeks then up his lower back, coaxing him closer still.

When his arms were pinned he struggled against Demir's grip, he wanted to be free to grip the man as he pleased and fight back.

His lips tore away from the man's, ripping the soft fresh as his teeth dragged along them, with the taste of blood fueling him he moved to strike.

His mouth latched onto the man's throat, biting down onto it roughly until the skin split.

Demir shivered as he felt the Demon's tail stroke over his arousal and up his back slowly.

His hips pressed closer, grinding roughly against Silt.

One hand relaxed around Silt's, moving down to push between their bodies. He gripped both of their arousal and stroked them firmly, groaning as he felt the two of them rub together.

A loud gasp sounded as his throat was torn into.

He liked having someone he could play roughly with, he could quite easily kill Dario accidentally, a Shifter was much more resistant to injury.

A dark purr escaped his lips as Demir gasped, he rather liked that sound. His tongue lapped out, stroking over the wound and he thrust his hips in against the man's hand.

A low moan sounded as he was rubbed, his body was hard with yearning, he wanted to be roughed up and fucked.

His hand curled and gripped Demir's which currently kept his pinned to the wall. With surprising strength he pushed the man's hand back, gripping onto his wrist instead.

His eyes gleamed as he slowly forced Demir's hand lower, guiding it to his entrance, he might be the stronger of the two of them, but he wanted to see the Shifter's power when fucking him.

Demir wasn't just a Shifter. He was an old Shifter. It would take a lot to accidentally kill him. He was nearing six hundred years old.

In those six hundred years, Demir had gained a lot of strength.

The Shifter gave a low growl in warning as his wrist was gripped and forced away from the wall. He struggled to fight against Silt's superior strength. He knew he wouldn't be able to match up to the Demon's strength, but he wanted to at least put forward a fight.

His fighting did still, though, when he realised where Silt's hand was guiding him.

Demir grinned darkly as his fingers rubbed against the Demon's entrance in a slow, teasing movement.

His nails tore into the Demon's backside mercilessly, tearing the flesh and letting the blood flow. His fingers pushed into the wound, rolling in it to coat them in a layer of blood.

Demir's growls were met with a loud snarl from Silt, he wasn't about to be denied what he wanted after being worked up like this. This man wasn't Dario, he had no rite to neglect his needs when he had worked him up, Demir wasn't his Dom.

The Demon gave a dark purr as his entrance was stroked, his hips bucking up against the man.

A low hiss sounded as his skin was yet again torn into a strong shiver running through his body as the thick smell of blood filled the air and his wounds were prodded at.

When he was satisfied his fingers were coated with a thick layer of blood, they returned to his entrance.

He didn't bother with the gentle teasing he had given before.

Two fingers pushed roughly into the Demon's entrance, twisting as they did so.

The nails of his other hand bit into Silt's arousal, scraping roughly against the hot flesh.

The Demon cried out as the fingers thrust into him and his arousal was scraped.

His body bucked in Demir's grip as his own hands held the man's shoulder, nails biting into his soft flesh easily, dragging to cause large cuts, causing blood to streak down his back.

Leaning in he captured the man's mouth again, biting his tongue as he engaged in another heated kiss.

Demir's body pressed closer to Silt's in an unconscious attempt to escape the Demon's nails tearing at his back.

His fingers thrust into the man harder, nails scraping at his soft insides roughly. Everyone was vulnerable inside their body. You couldn't train that part of yourself like you could the outside.

The kiss was hot and hard. Demir pushed into it with his teeth bared; tearing into the Demon's tongue and lips again.

Silt couldn't help but snarl and try to raise his hips away from the man's touch, it was true, no one could train their insides and having his vulnerable flesh torn into was painful.

Their mouths looked like a war zone, both men kissed and assaulted one another with bared teeth and trashing tongues.

The Demon's hands slid up from Demir's shoulders, sliding up his neck to grip the base of his hair and pull him down, kissing him deeply before biting at his already torn lip.

Demir lived by the rule that sex was a battlefield.

He was rough and always ready to cause someone pain. That was just how he was.

No one walked away from sex without without bruises and cuts. Silt was no exception. The Demon would be limping away from this room sore but satisfied.

He purred deeply as his hair was gripped,pressing into the kiss all too happily.

Silt liked it that way too, though he was nearly always the submissive partner he still liked being able to fight back, he may pull his punches considering he was stronger and older than most on Earth, regardless he always wanted to put up some resistance, it was in his nature to try and defy.

The Demon gave a growl, Demir was lingering too long, he was impatient, he wanted to fuck, now

His tail snaked back down, pressing against the man's entrance and pushing against it firmly to spark him into action, if he was left waiting too long he would let it enter the man.

Demir had the nerve to chuckle when Silt growled.

So the Demon liked it hard, but he also liked it fast? Any time spent on anything was too much time. He just wanted to fuck; hard and fast and now.

Demir could relate to that most of the time.

The Shifter shivered a little as he felt Silt's tail at his entrance. His hips pressed back slightly, inviting the tail to penetrate.

Demir was always the dominant partner; but being dominant didn't always mean you had to give. He enjoyed having a finger or two inside of him when he fucked someone hard. He could only imagine the pleasure a completely sentient tail could bring.

The Shifter thrust a third finger into the Demon, stretching them apart firmly.

Silt looked up at the man in mild surprise, a purr rumbling in his chest as the man pressed back against his tail.

So he was alright with this? That was interesting for someone who dominated, not that he minded, he was quite pleased with this revelation.

His tail snaked up to the man's bleeding shoulder, it bathed itself in the still seeping blood before returning to his entrance and slipping in, the tapered tip pressing in easily however the slick flesh quickly became thicker the further it pushed in.

Silt's toes curled as he groaned, feeling his entrance being separated like that made him shudder in delight.

Demir groaned softly as the Demon's tail pushed into him slowly. His hips rocked against it, pushing it deeper inside of him.

The Shifter's fingers stretched Silt apart one last time before pulling out of him.

He forced those fingers into the Demon's mouth as he lifted him slightly. His arousal rubbed against the Demon's entrance before pushing into him slowly.

A groan sounded as Silt's body took in his hot flesh.

Silt bit into the fingers as they were forced into his mouth, moaning against them as the man's arousal thrust into his body.

The movement was slow but being entered at last felt good, he had been waiting for this the moment he had walked into the club for his shift.

His fingers weaved through the man's hair, tugging on it until their faces were close, his eyes looking into Demir's with barely controlled lust, his dark desires were pent up and this rough play was bringing them out of him.

With each thrust of his hips, his pace sped up a little.

Each time he pulled out of the Demon's body, he pressed back into his tail, stretching around the girth of it with a soft moan.

He loved the feeling of being stretched while he was fucking someone.

Demir's amber gaze turned down to Silt when his face was pulled close. His eyes were heavily lidded and swirling like molten gold.

Feeling the man's body against the tip of his tail while he too was thrust into, it made him writhe as he moved with him, rolling his hips and pressing down against the Shifter's arousal.

Demir's gaze was matched by Silt's liquid silver, his eyes darkening with lust.

His mouth watered in against the man's fingers, mixing with the blood in his mouth and streaking down his chin and soaking into his shirt.

They had both captured one another and were tangled together in a mess of limbs and lust.

Two dangerous animals; predators. Both stalking their prey and striking.

Now both predators were caught in the others net with very little chance of escape. Two dangerous predators reduced to nothing more than feral beasts as they fought against one another in their fits of passion.

Demir pushed forwards, kissing the Demon deeply once again.

His hips rocked hard; forcing himself deep into the Demon's body with a soft groan.

He kissed Demir back eagerly, not having his mouth occupied during sex like this felt wrong.

Silt cried out in against the man's mouth as he was thrust into roughly, his body clenching around the intrusion as his hips ground up against Demir's stomach as he stimulated himself.

His tail pushed deeper in return, stretching the Shifter until it was difficult to push more in.

Demir groaned loudly, biting into Silt's lip when his tail pushed deeper into him. The stretch burned and filled him more than he had been filled in a long time.

It was a good feeling.

His hips rocked harder into the Demon.

He would be feeling this in the morning so he was damn well going to make sure that Silt felt it, too.

Silt pushed back off of the wall as he tried to get closer to the man, his legs wrapping around him tighter, taking every inch that he could as the man hammered into him.

He would be feeling this later, that was for sure, but for now, he was enjoying himself immensely. He could only imagine what it would be like to come with all this rough treatment.

The Demon pushed his body down, impaling himself hard on the man's body, moving with him for each thrust.

His tongue trailed over both of their bleeding lips, lapping at the blood slowly.