Cat got your tongue. (Devon)(AC)

He hadn't planned on going into his office today. In fact he had promised certain people he'd avoid the place like the plague if only it meant he could get some real down time. Which half explained how he came to be wandering down the street with a cup of coffee in his hand and his cell phone pressed against one ear. He was tempted fate by wandering so close to his closed office but he figured he'd just go where his feet lead him.

The day was nice enough. Bright outside without being to hot and a breeze that made him not stick out in his leather jacket. Really he didn't need it since he ran hotter than the normal human but he really liked the jacket. Reminded him of home and good times.He blinked coming out his light trance when he noticed he had in fact manged to wander onto the same block that his office was located on.

He made a face to himself turning around before he could even try to head that way. He could think of a bodyguard or two that would have some words for him if they knew he had even come this close to his place of work. He was about to step off the corner when something caused all the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end. He paused a moment slipping the phone into his pocket before causally glancing around as if he was checking out the traffic.

He knew that feeling. There was a leopard around,that was all he could tell for the moment. Having a sudden change in plans he twirled on his heels and headed back to the office his nose already hard at work trying to figure out if the scent was one of his own or a Rouge. For their sakes he hoped it wasn't a Rouge. Not this close to the pard safe house anyway. He spotted someone hovering around in the front of his office and he took a moment to slip though the side door.

As he slipped past chairs and desk he stood just inside. His nose up he let two and two add up. The kid outside was a leopard but not one of his. And no one had requested to enter his lands. Moving as quickly as he could he opened the door and reached one hand out to pull the kid inside. Once that was done the door was shut once more and he stared down the kid. "Ok.Who are you and what do you think your doing huh?"

Devon yawned widely as he ambled down the street, taking in the sights and such as it were. Today was a lazy day. Just wandering aimlessly and enjoying the feel of the sun warming his skin gently as he strolled. He stretched his arms skyward, arching his back and grunting pleasantly as the muscles stretched and joints released what pressure they'd retained. Today was nice. Unlike a couple of the previous ones where he'd gone out job hunting and turned up empty. Everyone was so worried about whether or not they were hiring on a shifter or vampire. A lot of them just questioned you flat out and told you to get the hell out if they didn't like your answer.

Oh well. He wasn't going to let it get to him until later. Right now he just wanted to relax and meander around. Which was what he was doing, not a care in the world, when he was suddenly yanked into a building he was passing and slammed up against the door. The knob dug into his side painfully and he began struggling to get away. "What the fuck!?!" he shouted, shoving at the shoulders of his assailant. "The hell was I doing? What the bloody hell are YOU doing?? Grabbin' random people off the street like that! Get the fuck away from me! The hell d'you think you are?"

The man had spoken Italian of course which was understandable as they were in Italy, and Devon was fluent ennough that he could have likewise responded in Italian but he was so riled that he didn't give a flying fuck whether or not the man understood him, speaking English with a very pronounced Irish brogue. He was mad as hell. He didn't like being manhandled by anyone, particularly strangers.

He was annoyed by the little rant that cat gave but allowed himself to be shoved back a foot. Now that he had the leopard in a closed place he could tell and smell that the kitten wasn't Alpha at all. Which put his inner beast at ease just a little till he had the thought that this guy could be a scout for someone else. "Who am I? The guy that runs this place. Who the hell are you?"

He didn't even notice that he had switched to English his years in the southern half of the united states showing though in his words. He crossed his arms over his chest to give the guy half a chance to explain what he was doing wandering around so close to the pard lands without so much as a phone call to say he was here. Half a chance was all he was gonna give though. He was protective of the pard, more than he might have been considering what they had gone though before he even showed up.

"Listen kid. You've got about five seconds to tell me who the hell you are and what the hell your doing poking around before I run you outta town. I don't like Rouges in my city." His arms flexed slightly even as his leopard started sniffing at the other. Apparently even if the human side of him was pissed and ready to swing the inner cat didn't care and offered a lick to the kitten in the guy that was standing in front of him now.

Devon glared up at the taller man, baby blues flashing angrily. Dammit he'd been having a perfectly peaceful, lazy day and this asshole had to go and ruin it! Jaysus thaty just irritated the hell out of him! Okay so he ran the place. Goody for him, he had his own business. Didn't give him the right to shove other people around! "None of your goddamn business!" he snapped, not quite registering that they were both shouting at each other in English just yet.

He clenched his fists at his sides, body tensing to spring if the guy decided to take a swing at him. He knew how to handle brawlers, he worked in and out of pubs for damn near a decade, he could handle this guy if he decided to get tough. He was not about to be bullied by some random guy when he hadn't even done a goddamned thing wrong. He'd just been taking a leisurely stroll so whatever the hell this guy's problem was he could damn well shove it!

He blinked a time or two when he snarled at him about rogues and this being his city. And the lightbulb came on. So THAT'S what this was all about? Assehole didn't even give him so much as a "Hi, my name is such and such, who are you? Would you like to join my pard?' No. He just yanked him off the street threatening him and shouting in his face. The fuck kind of a leader is that? And poeple wondered why he avoided his own kind!

His inner leopard batted at the Alpha's muzzle with a paw, claws still tucked away, but annoyance was plain to be seen. He didn't give anybody permission to lick him, particularly when their counterpart was yelling in HIS counterpart's face. The man growled low in his throat and stared the Raj down. "I'm a fucking nobody just outta Blackpool looking for a nice quiet fucking place to settle down, not a fucking rogue. But if this is how you roll out the welcome mat I think I'll keep to myself, thanks. Don't need the likes of you!"

Shoving the bigger man back another foot he turned to the door behind him, reaching a hand for the knob. He was out of here.

He was annoyed for all of two seconds as the cat told him in a interesting way that he was actually new to town and not some kind of Rouge looking to take over.Well great. Now he really felt like an ass. While it was something that was excepted considering what had been going on the last couple of months there was no way this guy would have any idea when it came to Jon's inner workings.

He braced a hand on top of the new cat's before giving a sigh. "This is ... all my fault.Let me try to explain before you decide that I'm a total tool." He pulled his hand back hoping the guy would give him the chance to explain the attitude if nothing else. "I've had some issues with rouges lately." Understatement of the year but he wasn't going to offer move infor just off the bat.

"I'm Jon. Sorry about the poor welcome wagon." He stepped back even as his inner kitten snuffed quietly at the new leopard wanting to get closer but not wanting to move till some kind of green light was given. He'd never had such an intense urge to get closet to another leopard but it was there even as the guy stood in front of him. If he stormed off without a name he couldn't really blame him.

Devon muttered a curse in Gaelic and turned around to face the supposed Raj, folding his arms over his chest and leaning his shoulders back against the door. Yeah it was this punk's fault but if he was going to try and apologize then Devon could stick around that long. There was a massochist somewhere in him that liked to try and give people a chance even after they'd already done something to hurt or disappoint him. Or some other kind of fuck-up. Glutton for punishment much?

"So just because you've had issues with rogues you're going to give every stranger in town the royal treatment like you just did me? Not a way to make people want to stick around. You've got no right to go around treating people like they're criminals, tried and found guilty before you've said a frigging word to them to prove otherwise. I don't care who the hell you are, that kinda shit just doesn't fly."

He continued to glare up at the taller man, keeping his name to himself for his own reasons. He didn't like how he'd been handled and first impressions were the most important. This one had been screwed up royally. He didn't trust that he wasn't going to get this kind of treatment day in and day out if he decided to forgive and join up. He may have been the forgiving sort in part bu he'd been stepped on too many times to just roll over after something like that.

It was really starting to get hard to focus when his inner cat was giving so much attention to the new guy. Gentle nudging at the beast wasn't making it move from its spot so he huffed a sigh and leaned back against his desk. So long as the guy was going to give him a chance to explain he didn't think he was going to bolt out the door the moment that Jon wasn't in reaching distance.

He rubbed a hand against the back of his neck. He wasn't going to do a whole song and dance to get the guy to feel better about getting tugged off the street. He did what he had too, it wasn't just about him after all. He had a whole group that was looking to him for protection which he was going to give even if it made him look like an ass from time to time.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he looked back up to the guy who hadn't even given him a name yet. A growl was working it's self out of his leopards throat as they both came to the conclusion that this guy knew for sure now that Jon was the Raj but no sort of greeting had been offered. While Jon was considered laid back compared to other Raj's even he was going to let that slide. Without so much as a warning his cat pinned down the other cat. Calmly he made his way back to the slightly shorter male. " I'm not one to hurt but I think you at least should give me a name." If it had been anyone other than Jon this cat would have been getting his ass handed to him and then maybe run off as rouge.

Devon staggered and his beast growled and snarled as the bigger cat pinned him, trying to push the alpha off of him. His baby blues were once again full of venomous anger and he snarled at the taller man. He wasn't really familiar with proper protocol since all his Ra had cared about was sex and more sex. Ony protocol she'd given a damn about was what her vampire Master dictated to her. So he didn't exactly get why this guy was getting so uptight other than that he'd basically told him what a bang-up job he was doing.

"Devon." he growled, muscles tensing again, preparing to duck or swing or whatever he needed to do. "And I don't appreciate people getting up in my face. Back off." Maybe not the smartest way to go since he was the new kid on the block but he was irritated to the extreme. "And tell me what the hell you want so I can get outta here. I've got better things to do than stand around letting you breathe down my neck."

While he was good with having pateince and all this guy was starting to wear him down. Either he didn't know which he wouldn't have put it past him. Not everyone ran their pard like Jon did, the other option was that he knew and this was a wordless fuck off in his direction. Either way his cat growled and remained on top of Devon's with little effort on his part. At the very least he got a name.


The warning to get out of Devon's personal space put a smirk on his face and he merely moved closer. "Or you gonna do what excatly? Cuz I happen to think I have the upper hand here." Even as his leopard sank teeth into the smaller cats throat Jon was placing on hand on either side of Devon's face. He pretended to be thinking hard as he spoke. "Seems to me your the odd one out. I mean I'm not bragging here but I'm the best tracker my pard has so it wouldn't take to much effort to track your ass down if I wanted too."

He pulled back slightly making it seem like he was giving Devon the space he had asked for. Not even a split moment later he had one hand tilting Devon's neck to the side exposing the side of his throat and the other braced against Devon's shoulder to make sure the cat wouldn't be able to move. He darted forward biting into the exposed skin meaning to mark Devon. If the kid planned on staying around then he'd be part of Jon's pard.

He was sure he could sooth ruffled feathers later but his inner beast demanded him to mark the lesser cat now.It was his intention to give the one mark and move away but this close to the cat he couldn't make himself move back right away. Little nips followed the deeper bite and he found himself leaning against Devon.

The smaller man let out a warning growl that reverberated through his entire body, even his beast within, as the Raj drew closer. Arrogant son of a bitch. He could kick Devon's arse in a heartbeat and he damned well knew it. He shuddered, beast yowling and clawing at the bigger cat as it sank its teeth into is furred neck, a blatant display of dominance. And as the bigger man placed his hands on either side of Devon's face he got the sinking feeling that the display wasn't going to be kept strictly metaphysical. Oh shit...

He tried to jerk his face out of his hands but he was stronger. When that failed he just started him down, blinking in mild surprise when he backed away, only to be pinned once again with a fierce grow from his throat. But when those teeth clamped down on his sensitive flesh he gasp. And shuddered. And a low, rumbling growl of a groan spilled forth, starting low in his chest and throat. Both he and his beast were paralyzed, so-to-speak. He even forgot how to breathe for a moment.

What Jon could not have known was that Devon had a secret fetish about biting. A very real, very strong one. The harder the bite, the more mushy he got. And, damn it all to hell, that had been one helluva bite! His knees buckled and his breath came out in a shuddering roll, hands grasping tightly to Jon's arms where before they had been trying to pry them loose. Oh god this was so embarrassing! And not fair in the least! Within seconds of those teeth clamping down on him his manhood was at attention and happy to be there, and he had not a doubt in his mind that Jon could feel it. If the little nips were any indication.

It had been like a switch had been tripped in Devon. One second he was getting pushed away and growled at then next he was getting clung to and the growl had turned into a much happier if not erotic noise. Normally that wouldn't have phased him to much but something about the cat still currently trapped under his hands and the fact he really hadn't had sex in awhile egged him on.

He trailed the nips up and down the side of Devon's neck before licking at the mark he had made with a rough tongue. Once it was clean enough to show up he sank his teeth back in. This had gone past marking the cat to trying to get him to make more of those noises. The hand that had been pinning Devon's shoulder back against his door moved now that it seemed like Devon's was protesting the attention. Hell if anything he seemed to like it if the pressure suddenly against his upper leg was anything to go by.

His hand trailed down Devon's side stopping when he got the edge of a jacket. Tricky fingers made their way under the material wigging and creeping till he was able to brush skin against skin. While he was busy humming against Devon's throat his cat was doing much the same to the leopard pinned under it purring loudly and licking as fast as it could.Whatever reaction he seemed to having to the cat was only increasing the longer he was pressed up against Devon.

Shivering and shaking, Devon tilted his head to the side, letting those nipping teeth travel up and down his neck, goosebumps spreading over his skin and drawing a shuddering gasp from him. He whimpered softly, teeth pressing down on his lower lip to quiet himself and eyes shut tightly. He moaned helplessly when the other man licked at the mark he'd made in his flesh, crying ou and feeling his knees buckle altogether when he sank his teeth into him again in the exact same spot. Jaysus, Mary and Joseph! Good God Almighty he didn't think he'd be walking away from this without a helluva lot of help.

His breath hitched in his throat when warm fingers slipped under his jacket and t-shirt, stroking his fevered skin. This was so taking advantage of him! But at the moment did he really care? If he kept on biting him like that he could do anything he wannted to him and Devon wouldn't be able to protest. Not that he exactly wanted to right now. This felt waaaaayyyy too good. "Oh God..." he whispered shakily, melting and feeling his body start to slide down the door. To hell with standing, he just couldn't do it at the moment.

That whole scene where the troubled guy was considering to do something with an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other? Yeah he was totally here. The good part of him told him to let up and stop what he was doing. Kid didn't come into town and except to be dry humped into a wall by the Raj. This in no way was how he normally greeted people who came into town at all. That little voice was slowly but surely being drown out by the voice that was whispering in his ear to strip Devon down and mark him as a mate. Someone only he could touch. He had no idea where that impulse came from. He'd never been tempted to claim someone like he was right now.

He felt Devon's knees buckle then a moment later they were both sinking to the ground. He allowed his teeth to detach from his mark and he buried his face against the side of Devon's neck. His breathing was almost as heavy as the breathing that kept brushing by his ear. After a moment he blinked only then noticing he was half on top of Devon laying out on the carpet of his office. He braced himself on his hands and knees hovering over Devon before trailing his lips over his mark yet again.

He might have to take the worlds coldest shower but he had to open his mouth and sate his sense of morals. "If you want me to stop I will. Just say so and I'll back off." He really didn't want to, just like he didn't want to look into why he was having such a strong reaction to someone he had just met. Knowing he wasn't playing fair he darted his tongue out and traced it over his mark still tasting blood on Devon's skin.

Oh god it felt sooooo decadent sliding slowly to the floor like that, teeth clamped on his neck and a hard body pressed against him, pressing him to the floor of the office until finally drawing back a bit as the Alpha leopard released the flesh between his teeth to press his face into the tender spot. He shuddered and sighed, back arching off of the floor just a bit at the contact since he'd been bitten hard enough to make it very very sensitive. Another tremor ran through his body as those lips ghosted over it and he gasped, head tilting back and eyelids fluttering.

And then he was whispering in his ear. What was he saying? Stop? the word id not compute. Especially not with that wicked tongue lapping at the marks on his neck, drawing a low groan from his throat and a shifting of his hips. "Oh god don't stop!" he gasped out, too fargone just from that little session of biting to be able to say no. It was an almost detrimental fetish since, if done right, it rendered him helpless and compliant as anything. But generally he had to have some kind of attraction for the biter for it to really work... it was bbizarre to say the least since he'd not had much interest in most men he'd been forced to entertain in some way. At least not genuine interest. But his.. god this was intense like nothing before! And his inner beast was positively writhing and begging to be mounted. That was highly unusual for him. Who and what the hell was this guy??

Though he really didn't want to hear stop no or don't uttered by Devon right now he'd listen and back up. Things were looking up when the words were uttered in the right order. Don't stop? Oh yeah he could totally do that. He hummed deep in his chest all thoughts of possible rouges and pard matter far far away from his mind at the moment. His mouth sealed around his mark once more as he sucked gently drawing more blood to the surface. He hadn't even know he had bitten that roughly. Devon hadn't seemed to mind to much so he wasn't going to let it bother him. He pulled away lapping up the small amount of blood that appeared on Devon's neck before trailing his lips up a smooth throat and across a slightly rough chin before he was kissing Devon.

Even as he coaxed with his mouth and tongue he pulled back hands reaching out to make sure that Devon followed his body movements. He only stopped when both of them where nearly sitting on the floor. His hands brushed lightly over the front of Devon's pants before sneaky fingers made their way under Devon's clothing once more. The jacket was the first to go, the shirt following right afterwards.He only broke away from Devon to be able to struggle out of his own jacket then slipped his shirt off everything finding it's way to the rapidly growing pile of clothes. Man he was glad the office had a closed sign on the door.

Once they were both bare from the waist up he pushed slightly causing Devon to fall back onto the carpeted floor. He creep back on top of Devon his face hovering over the Omega cat's stomach. Prompted by his Leopard he licked the skin right under his belly button watching as the skin twitched slightly. He breathed onto the slightly wet flesh then moved down placing open mouthed kisses over the material of Devon's pants. It was only when he was poised over the proof of Devon's happiness with the biting did he stop. He gave a wicked chuckle then shifted his hands to brace down the cat's hips. Acting like Devon was covered in something tastey he started licking at Devon not minding that there was still a layer of clothing between his tongue and his target.

The Omega moaned loudly as that wicked mouth sealed around the mark those teeth had made and suckled on it firmly but gently. Saints, he could have come then ad there just from the tantalizing tortures of Jon's mouth to his overly sensitive flesh. All he had to do was keep it up and Devon would be a compliant pile of putty in his hands. He had never been this turned on by a man before. Unless you counted the few Belle Morte vamps he'd had to pomme for on occasion but given that sex and arousal was their schtick, it didn't really count.

he shuddered and groaned into his mouth, hips twisting and body writhing, letting the Raj guide his body and divest him of shirt and jacket after a teasing stroke that made him whimper. He let himself be pushed back onto the floor, belly muscles twitching when the bigger cat nuzzled, licked and bit his way down his belly to give his arousal a tongue bath through his jeans. No matter how he wriggled he just could not get free and that made it all the more arousing to him. He'd never known that being helpless could have such an effect on him. Did this guy have some kind of Belle Morte voodoo too?

Were his brain capable of thinking coherently with anything but his lower brain at the moment, it probably would alarm him that Jon had such sway over his libido. But it wasn't so what the hell did he care? he wanted more! His erection strained painfully against he fabric of his jeans and though it was only a single layer of fabric -due to the fact that he owned no undergarments- and he moaned and writhed beneath the Alpha's wicked mouth. "Oh god..." he gasped. "Oh stop... take it off... god please, take it off!" he moaned. 'It' being his jeans. He wanted them gone and he wanted to feel that hot mouth on his bare flesh. And he wanted it now.

Even though there was some bucking going on under the firm grip his hands had on Devon's waist he knew the other cat was trying to get him to to stop and he wasn't trying to get away.If he had been able to think at all he would have eased back, hell probably would have darted across the room to be away from this guy. For knowing him all of less than five minutes he shouldn't have wanted him as much as he currently did. Hearing those noises he stopped resting the flat of his tongue on the curved bump that was trying to strain though a pair of jeans.

He didn't even think twice before obeying the command. Another reason to worry about the reactions being tugged out of him by the mere presence of Devon. Hands worked quickly and tugged a pair of shoes off of Devon, a moment later hands slipped over the sides of Devon's legs before the pants where tugged off. He grinned at the sight of all that flesh laid bare under him. Even as he swirled his tongue around the tip of Devon he was using one boot to toe off his other boot. Devon wasn't going to be the only one naked here. Not for every long anyhow.

As one hand returned to pushing down on a hip the other skimmed over the front of himself and he hissed slightly when his aim appeared to be lower than what he had expected. Hastily he popped the button on his jeans leaving them barely hanging onto his hips as he allowed his inner beast to caress Devon's cat.It was like something was guiding him, it was making him alot more forward then he normally was. Sex with strangers wasn't his normal thing at all.

The sensations were tormenting him sweetly to the point of delirousness and he barely even noticed when Jon swiftly divested him of the rest of his clothing until he felt a hot, wet tongue swirling about the head of his arousal and he cried out in tortured need and shock. His hips bucked and he pushed himself up so that he was half-propped up on his elbows, watching Jon move to undress himself as well.

A part of his mind told him that this wasn't smart. That he shouldn't be doing this, especially not with a stranger and one that had just manhandled him to boot. But the Raj's beast caressing his own sent a shudder through his body and his head dropped back, his breathing raged and his throat working as he swallowed down nerves and apprehensions. His logical brain was startinng to rear its ugly head and if Jon didn't ouch him soon -or better yet bite him- then he'd soon be very aware and very embarrassed.

If the noises coming up from the other cat were anything to go by Devon was enjoying this. Humming as he finally got the rest of his clothing off Jon moved on of the hands pinning Devon down to the ground to grip Devon tightly by his base. He tapped into his kitten who was more than happy to ease out a little bit. After adding slight fangs into the mix Jon carefully went back down on Devon dragging the tips of his teeth against his length.He pulled off a moment later crawling back up Devon's body shifting to keep himself between Devon's leg. Once he could he nipped at Devon's mouth.

He moved his hand to grip Devon feeling the slight marks he had left there with his teeth. His mouth founds it's way back to his mark and as he licked it again his inner beast was doing the same for Devon's inner cat clamping teeth down and moving to straddle the smaller cat.He sank his teeth in again his thumb trailing over one of the scratches he had placed on Devon before rolling his hips up towards the body he was pressed against.

All it seemed to take was the contact of the other man's heaed skin against his own and it was once again hard to think. His inner cat purred as he and it were pinned to the ground though when he felt the firm grip of Jon's hand around the base of him, his hips bucked and he groaned helplessly. He liked to be grasped firmly, to be gripped like the hilt of a sword and not something fragile. And when the dominant leopard took him into his mouth, grazed him with feline fangs and tormenting him blissfully, he was lost. All he wanted was more, more, more.

He had to swallow back a yowl of protest when Jon pulled off but he was soon covered by the bigger man's body, his lips being nipped at, coaxed to open. They did of course but then that wicked mouth moved as the hand gripping him also moved and he mmoaned, thrusting his hips upward wantonly. He was tormenting him! Teasing him! And god but Devon wanted more. He almost came then and there when those teeth clamped back down on him, that thumb trailing over the marks on his length and those hips shifting against him. It was so overwhelming! He couldn't recall ever having been this aroused and it was painful but so delicious. "Oh god please!" he begged, rolling his own hips in return. "God yes please!"

He figured this wasn't going to be going any father without a little help. The thought that they were in his office dawned on him causing him to hiss against the skin trapped between his teeth. Sex and worked never seemed to mesh for him before so he didn't keep anything useful for a situation like this in his office. He was set to back up and stop even with Devon begging under him when his mind threw him into a flash back.

The last time Dom was here he was joking that Jon never seemed to get enough action and told him he had left a "care" package somewhere in his office.Feeling more hopeful than he had a moment ago he pulled away from Devon . "Stay here." He scrambled off hoping that the other leopard wasn't even thinking about leaving now as Jon started looking though his drawers. It only took a moment to find what he was looking for and when he did he was thanking Dominic from the bottom of his heart. He grabbed what he needed and moved back over to Devon.

He slipped back on top of Devon eyes taking in the glossy look in his eyes before running a thumb over the mark on the other cat's neck.That was going to take some time to heal.It was deeper than he had thought it would be as well. His hand moved downward dragging nails before getting himself in a better position. "More?" It came out almost more of plea than he had meant it too be.

When Jon once again pulled back, Devon let out a whimpering moan of protest and arched wantonly, begging wordlessly for him to come back but at the same time heeding his instructions and staying put. He watched him with mild, lust-hazed confusion, not quite seeing what it was he was fetching but not really caring. He just wanted him back. A wish that was soon granted and he purred, writhig beneath the Raj and bucking his hips suggestively.

A slight shudder ran through his body when the other man's thumb grazed the extremely tender mark on his neck and he groaned, wigling and wriggling until the bigger man started slowly raking his fingernails down his body deliciously. Every muscle rippled and twitched beneath those nails, back bowed off of the floor to take the most advantage. "Oh god yes, more!" he begged, straining against Jon's body. But a lightbulb went on in his head, instinct rather, that he needed to do a little something before they went any further or he'd wind up hurt. Ayone he'd been with in the past hadn't ever bothered with niceties so he'd had to be the one to make things ready unless he wanted to be torn.

It was habit more than aggression that had him pushing Jon back. At least enough that he could wriggle down beneath him until his head was at just the right position to take the Raj's length into his mouth. A firmm hand gripped the base of him and his tongue began teasing the head lightly before his mouth enveloped it, suckling firmly and slowly. He knew what to do. ow to get it all nice and wet so it'd slide in nice and easy when the time came. Another inch into his mouth and he let his teeth graze lightly as Jon's nails had grazed his length and his body. And to top it all off he was purring around the flesh in his mouth. Reveling in the taste, the sensuality of what he was doing. Everything.

He would have to thank Dom later somehow. In a noncreepy I'm talking to a straight guy kind of way. Not only where there condoms in his little care package but a bottle of lube. Which was really the only thing he had taken over with him. It was small enough to fit in the palm of his hand so it didn't hit him that Devon hadn't seen it till he was pushed back landing lightly on his back. He was confused for a moment letting go of the bottle just in time to feel himself get swallowed.

He let out a low moan and allowed his head to bounce forward against the carpeted floor before he could make himself think again.His eyes fluttered open and up to that point he hadn't even noticed he had closed his eyes. He purred getting a grip on himself but unable to stop Devon who from the sound of the purr was actually into what he was doing. He gave it another couple of seconds then he was Tugging Devon up over the carpet putting him fact to face with himself once more.


He pressed his face against Devon's bite mark causing a little zing of pain to go though his neck no doubt as he grabbed the bottle and opened it. It took some wiggling on his part but he manged to grab one of Devon's hands and pour liquid onto it before tangling his fingers between Devon's spreading the moisture between their palms. Using a bit of directing he made it so they were both moving slick hands over Devon's lenght. With no reason to worry about the bottle anymore it was forgotten and he was nipping at Devon's neck once more.

Devon actually let out a murr of protest when Jon pulled him away from his task. He wasnn't generally fond of going down but something drew him to Jon and he wanted badly to wriggle back down and finish him off like a good kitty. That was strange enough.

But when Jon's face pressed into the fresh mark, he felt a heavy jolt of painful arousal and clung to the bigger man for dear life. "More..." he moaned. He couldn't help himself. "More please..." He was a tad confused when Jon started pouring liquid into his hand, however tantalizing it was to spread the slicknness betweenn their palms. He was even more confused when Jon guided the into stroking Devon's straining length rather than working more on Jon's but it felt so good, who was he to protest?

"Oh god... stop teasing me... fuck me..."

His face was hovering somewhere near Devon's neck when he spoke up again so he felt the chuckle that Jon let out rather than being able to see it. He moved his hand coating his own length before finally giving Devon want he had been asking for. Pulling back he took one shoulder and tugged flipping and moving Devon around till he was braced on the floor in front of him on his hands and knees. One hand lightly ran up his spine even as the other started to prepare Devon for what was to come.

He didn't have alot of patience at this point though so probably sooner than he should have he was pushing forward hands gripping Devon's hips. He went slow knowing he could hurt him if he was a little too rough.He let our a lo rumble sound as he got used to the tight warmth now wrapped up around him. After a moment he couldn't move forward any farther and rested against Devon eyes wandering up and down his back wantonly. Grinned he reached around to stroke Devon trying to surprise him into bucking back into himself.

Another low sound got out even as his inner beast was now doing the same thing to Devon's beast as he was doing to the warm body in front of him. Leaning forward he lightly draped himself over Devon thankful for the fact he was slightly taller than Devon. After a moment his hips started moving and he had clamped his teeth on his mark once more . One hand was gripping Devon and the other was tugging his hips backwards even as Jon was bucking into him.