'Horny' Hound, installment #3
Alright... all a ya'lls is gettin' too good at this! *giggles* ^_^ Yes, the partner in this is, as HT called it, a 'big-ass thunderstorm'. Yes, this is Hound we're talking about, so... I guess it can't be that big of a surprise, and personally, I can totally envision him getting off on one. 'Course, you know all about tri-level resonance and my thing for vibration too, so... *ehm* Anyway, read on! =D
Installment #1 http://tactile-contact.livejournal.com/71179.html#cutid1
Installment #2 http://tactile-contact.livejournal.com/71564.html#cutid1
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In haste, Hound followed the flurried direction it pushed him in. No resistance on his agenda, he longed to take all to be given. And when the domineering breath rested, so too did he.
Now, he transformed, not without some difficulty, as numerous systems rearranged amid sporadic shivers. Anxiety was peaked, air intake shaky, and his optics blazed with hunger as they took in the outline of dark. It stretched vast to either side, and longer into the distance than Hound could calculate. The immensity overwhelmed him, thoughts stuttering over just what this could do to him...
So much...
A tremor, not of his doing, rolled through his entire body, contrastingly subtle and sensual from the instance prior, like a lover whispering to his weakness. A manipulative call for his surrender... as if he would do anything other. Hands balled to fists that pressed to thighs, and gear shafts and tension rods rattled timely to the gentle roar. Face upturned at the last to expel his melted sigh, and he melted with it, sinking slowly to his knees.
Dark saw fit to reward and to torture, casting down a fit of droplets with its next rumble, not quite as kind as the first, and Hound arched into the offering. Water plinked passively reverberating metal; one at his winch, three to the crease where left fender met quarter panel, giving him a pleasurable jolt, and several more to left forearm, waist and thigh. But the last... oh, it punctuated titillation. Scoring parted lips, catching just to inside the lower, and gliding smooth violation into Hound's mouth, which he closed with a husky moan.
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Now, you know the pairing. Would you all believe I actually have a song for this pairing? ;) I'll post a download link in another couple of installments... *waggles brow*