“Just three? You’ll be a full-fledged ‘hure’ after tonight.” Creed smiled, knowing Kurt would laugh at his attempt to call him a whore in his mother tongue. Or perhaps use it as inspiration to achieve a title with rampant gusto…
“I’ll throw ya’ a party fer’ th’ big moment!” he said sarcastically. “Dick-shaped piñata; get plenty of balloo—oooh?!”
That sly, spaded tail shut the savage up. The velveteen-like fur, coiling around the center of his cock and providing a python’s pressure in perfect proportion….
“Oooooooh, fuck yeah!”
The brute slowly circled his hips to compliment Kurt’s wonderful friction. Knees bent, back arched, and groan again he did. Creed yearned to stand; to seize the other mutant in a bear’s grasp, brand blueberry lips with scalding, passionate kisses and bites…
But as wild and hot as his lusts drove him to dream such naughty things – that flame a bonfire compared to what he felt for Kurt in the Danger Room – he wasn’t ready to act on them just yet. To Creed, Kurt had the Midas touch, and he could only wonder what other devilish things he could consider doing to his body…
“….You Germans….” Creed grumbled and licked his lips. “Ain’t met one yet that’s been a bad lay… Mmmnnn… Damn! Should ‘a told me you could do some shit like this when we first met. Prolly wouldn’t ‘a broken yer’ ankle back then…”