[M] Roaming Around

He whined and pushed back as Zakhar pulled away from him, he was beginning to like these touches and then they were gone as the man muttered more meaningless words to him.

The hound gasped softly again as the tongue laved over his entrance.

His toes curled slightly as he lay more limply in his bindings, he had been tense ever since he was been pierced but now his body had begun relaxing and he didn't fight against the strapping.

His body relaxing was a good sign.

He wasn't quite so tense so he must be enjoying the ministrations, even if just a little. That was good.

Zakhar's free hand reached forwards to stroke the Hound's head gently as his fingers continued to stroke his arousal and he leaned forwards to lap at his entrance once more.

The more relaxed he got, the more he would do to bring pleasure to him.

Slowly as Zakhar continued to stroke his head, Tuzik's body began to slump in his bindings.

His head drooped forward as a gentle whine left his lips, every muscle in his body stopped resisting as he relaxed.

Hell hounds were much like Succubi, they could be petted into submission, only hounds did not require sexual petting.

Gentle stroking calmed them greatly if you could ever get close enough to one to be allowed to pet it.

"Good boy."

Tuz was being exceedingly good. He was completely relaxed now. That was well worth some pleasure.

The Lycan pulled away from Tuz and moved to sit under him once more.

He leaned forwards, tongue laving gently over the head of his arousal before dipping lower, gently caressing the pierced flesh. Lycan saliva. Even if it didn't heal the Hell Hounds wounds, it would bring some relief to the sore flesh.

The Hound deserved this.

His fingers caressed over his hips and stomach gently as he continued to lave his tongue over his arousal.

Tuzik watch him as he moved to sit under at him again, he didn't stress like he had previously, the needles were in the case and the Lycan hadn't reached for it yet.

His stare was slightly hazed as he watched the man through his mop of bright red hair.

He squirmed slightly as Zakhar's mouth neared his arousal though he quickly became still as the feeling of the man's hot damp tongue moved over him.

His lips parted as he moaned softly, his sharp canines visible behind the pale lips.

Tuzik inhaled sharp breath as the tongue laved over his freshly pieced flesh but he shivered against the man's hands on his stomach as instead of stringing the touch soothed the sore skin.

His lips parted around the head of the hound's arousal, sliding down over the pierced flesh, tongue laving over the cool metal.

A soft purr sounded as he began to bob his head slowly.

He was determined to bring pleasure to the man before he began focussing on his own pleasure.

His eyes widened slightly as his arousal was taken into the man's mouth.

This was strange, he hadn't done anything like this before and he wasn't overly sure what was going on, all he knew was that as Zakhar started to bob his head slowly, he felt good.

Feeling the tongue stroke over his hardened flesh and the feel of the Lycan's hot, wet mouth around him.

Tuzik couldn't help but moan as his head drooped forward, what ever this was, he liked it.

The movement of his head began picking up speed.

He'd make the man come then focus on his own need to release.

He wanted the Hound to come out of this wanting more. Wanting to come back to him for more.

Zakhar wanted him to know who to go to for pleasure.

His hands slid upwards, fingernails scraping over his nipples.

Tuzik didn't have the best sexual endurance, he wasn't a fuckmutt and he had only ever mated in order to have pups, holding out wasn't something he had a concept of.

He was easily worked up and he would easily climax with enough stimulation.

At the moment, with Zakhar stroking and sucking at him, mixed with the feeling of his nails dragging over the hound's nipples he was well on his way to finding his release, just from these simple touches.

He whimpered loudly, clearly he was becoming highly aroused from the way he squirmed and writhed in his bindings, he wouldn't last much longer.

His teeth scraped over the hound's shaft gently.

Zakhar knew the signs of release. The man was very close. Very close.

He was happy about that.

Soon enough he would get is own pleasure. He just needed to make Tuz come first. And from how he was reacting, that would be a lot sooner than he had first thought.

His fingers pinched at the Hounds nipples sharply.

The hound's breath caught in his throat as the teeth dragged over his shaft, his body shuddered excitedly as his finger and toes curled in tightly.

He gasped a moan as his nipple was pinched sharply, this was too much and he couldn't hold out.

The smallest actions drew large reactions from him, Tuzik came hard, after all these years he was experiencing his first pleasure based release as a human.

His body jerked in his bonds as he half cried out and half howled before becoming still and panting softly.

He didn't know shame or embarrassment as such he feel bad for coming so quickly from so little touches.

The Lycan paused when the Hound howled.

He swallowed Tuz's release, pulling back to lick his lips slowly.

The Hound had found his pleasure. Good. Now he couldn't feel bad about leaving him unsated for the rest of the Session if he felt like it.

Zakhar slid out from under him again, hands moving to undo the buttons of his slacks, kicking them off; soon followed by his boxers.

He stood in front of Tuz wearing only his shirt and waistcoat, looking down at him silently for a minute before grasping his hair, pulling his head level to the Lycan's arousal.

Tuzik stayed still and simply panted softly as Zakhar moved and got undressed, he hadn't felt anything like that before, he liked it and wanted to feel it again.

The hound learned from watching other people, he had seen clearly was Zakhar had done to him and though he was not very used to this body he could do basic things.

He looked up at Zakhar with bright eyes, his pale pink tongue darting out over his lower lip as he looked up at the Lycan.

When his hair was grasped and moved towards the man's arousal he understood well enough what he was meant to do.

Hesitantly his lips parted as his tongue lapped out over the head of his member.

His eyes slid shut when Tuz's tongue lapped out over him.

The slick heat of his tongue was nice but it wasn't enough. It definitely wasn't enough.

His hips pressed forwards insistently. He wanted more and he expected Tuzik to give him exactly what he wanted.

Tuz had been given a treat, now he wanted the man to work.

Apart from what Zakhar had just done to him, he had no idea what he was doing.

A the Lycan's hips pressed forward he simply lapped his tongue over the man's shaft and slowly took him into his mouth.

As Tuzik was taking Zakhar's member into his mouth it became blatantly obvious that the hound did not have a gag reflex, he looked completely comfortable as he took the Lycan's entire length into his mouth and sucked on him, hid nose pressing up against the Lycan's pelvis as he began to bob his head.

Zakhar's brows arched high in shock before a smirk curled his lips.

Well now, he definitely wasn't expecting that. Perhaps he was a well trained fuckmutt after all. Not a great amount of people could take a whole length in like that without protest.

His hips began to rock gently, his fingers curling into the red hair of his Submissive.


A soft groan passed his lips.

Tuzik continued to move his head with Zakhar's thrusts, instinctively swallowing against the man's arousal. As he did the hound's throat rippled along his length.

His breath came heavier through his nose as he continued to move as Zakhar had, his teeth gently grazing against his shaft.

Tuzik's teeth were pointed as such the soft grazing took on a slightly rougher feeling than what Zakhar had done to him, the points running along him.

Zakhar inhaled sharply when Tuzik's sharp canines grazed over his sensitive skin.

He groaned softly, hips thrusting a little harder.

God, he loved this. He loved the wet heat encompassing his arousal and the sharp canines against his heated flesh.

The Lycan moaned again, gripping Tuz's hair a little tighter.

As well as his teeth Tuzik added his tongue, caressing the Lycan's sensitive tip with his pointed tongue.

On each outwards thrust his tongue would dart over Zakhar's tip, wiggling and thrashing against it before he took the man completely into his mouth again.

Tuzik didn't mind doing this, there was no discomfort and perhaps if he made the Lycan happy he would be given more treats.

Idly he began to wonder if his Master would do this with him, play with him like this.

The Lycan gave a shaky breath.

Oh God.

He was definitely a trained fuckmutt. There was no other way to explain this away. He was undeniably good with his tongue. Zakhar couldn't explain that away without the fuckmutt theory if he tried.

His hips jerked deeper into the Hound's throat with a groan.

He took Zakhar in deeper without complaint or struggling not to choke like most others would, if he were human there was no doubt that he would definitely find doing something like this impossible.

Tuzik writhed in his bonds slightly, he wanted to be able to move better, he wasn't use to being still for so long like this.

He continued to bob his head as Zakhar had, his teeth dragging along him and his tongue thrashing against him as he eagerly sucked and licked at the man.

His breath sped up to heavy pants as his hips continued to thrust into the Hounds throat.

His thrusts were slowly becoming more erratic as he felt his release drawing near.

So close. He was so close.

Zakhar's grip tightened in Tuzik's hair and he gave a soft cry as he came, breathing shakily.

With Zakhar's grip on his hair and his current bound position Tuzik didn't have much of a choice other than to swallow as the Lycan came.

His nose wrinkled as he shook his head slightly, obviously not enjoying the bitter, salty taste of the liquid.

He gave a soft whine as he looked up at the Lycan, his tongue darting out across his member before he licked his lips clean.

"Good boy," he murmured breathlessly, stroking his hair as he pulled back a little.

His shaky breathing evened out quickly.

Yes, this was definitely something that occupied his time. If he hadn't occupied his time like this, he would just be skulking about waiting for Belial to come and find him. He much preferred this option.

He stroked the Hound's hair gently as his breathing evened out.

He gave a happy whine as his head was stroked, he was quickly learning that 'good boy' meant he had done well, it was a term used to praise him.

His bright eyes looked up at the Lycan through his mop of hair as he was stroked, he tried to move closer to him but was unsuccessful.

With a gentle whimper he tugged on his restraints in an unworded plea to be released from his bindings.