Sweeney's hand moved from his own belt to under the hem of Jackrabbit's shirt, sliding up his stomach and side, feeling the heated skin underneath. Unable to hide his anticipating grin anymore, he pulled back some and gently bit down on Jackrabbit's lower lip.
He hissed out a sigh, let his own hands work at Sweeney's belt so Sweeney's could stay on him. He mewled into Sweeney's mouth, thought for a moment, mmm, he has been cleaning his teeth, very nice, though the thought was brief. He had other thing on his mind.
Sweeney's hands ran up his sides, his thumbs running over his nipples and bunching the shirt indiscriminately. He pulled away just long enough to pull the shirt over Jackrabbit's head, giving his hands greater access to the smooth golden skin.
He got the belt unbuckled, the pants unbuttoned and unzipped but he was then distracted with the feeling of Sweeney's hands, sighed under his touch, then pulled at Sweeneys tshirt.
"Hang on a sec, Jack..." Well, Sweeney only had two shirts and the other had died last time. He took his own t-shirt off and tossed it aside before going back to his explorations of Jackrabbit's warm skin.
Jackrabbit was quivering with anticipation in the short time it took Sweeney to pull away and take off his shirt. He nearly attacked him then, hands going immediately towards his chest, curling in the hair of his chest, running down his stomach and down his arms.
Sweeney shivered as well from the feeling Jackrabbit's hands all over him. He let out a breath and leaned forward, kissing Jackrabbit's jaw and chin while his own hands snaked down over his hips and under the waist band of his pants.
Sweat had begun beading up already and he met Sweeney's moan with his own, breathy and begging.
T: Fasure it does, though remember our golden boy does get a kick out of clean teeth, so perhaps its not as much of a moodkiller as it seemed. Come back living,please! :)
Sweeney leaned forward against him, pressing his mouth to the base of his neck. His breath was coming short as he arched against him, keeping a firm grip on Jackrabbit's hips.
Jackrabbit murmered Sweeney's name again, then a slew of other words that could probably be very soppy sweet names as he pressed his face to the side of Sweeneys head, inhaling deep the smell of his hair, that Sweeney smell, the Sweeney smell he loved.
He put a hand behind Jackrabbit's head and pulled him, kissing him fiercely. The other hand was already working on unbuckling his belt.
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Oh, yes, the Cat is in heat.
He ran his hands over Sweeney wildly, finding any place that seemed a little comfortable, which on Sweeney, was nearly everywhere.
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"Ah, Sweeney," he mumbled.
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T: Dentistry awaits me. Will be back in a few hours with half my face drilled off. (Wow, that really kills the mood, huh?)
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T: Fasure it does, though remember our golden boy does get a kick out of clean teeth, so perhaps its not as much of a moodkiller as it seemed. Come back living,please! :)
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"You fill me, friend, in every way. You know this." he said in a soft, breathy voice.
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