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Human beings are a strange animal. While their need for sex can be less all-consuming than certain other species, they have it a lot more often and in a lot more creative ways. Still, they're not animalistic, you know. They have morals and modesty and humility. That's why they don't run around rutting like wild beasts.

At least, that is, when they have something separating them and the rest of the animal kingdom.

This little bubble of the multi-verse is no longer keeping that status quo. A lucky selection of inhabitants will find themselves a bit wilder than usual. Suddenly, there is a drive to fuck, fight, and procreate like never before. Some, the most affected, might have animal ears and tails. But even if some don't, all will be changed on the inside. Many here are "heat," and it can be sensed by everyone. Of course, this leads to the expected. Call of nature and all that, you know. Those in heat will be driven to offer themselves up, the urge to be bred extremely strong. Even to those with strong wills can't resist the siren song forever. Dominant personalities will become very dominant, and submissives will do anything to please their mates.

Sex isn't the only thing this mating season entails, however. There will also be the instinct to fight over mates, and then to protect the lover and the possible offspring growing inside them. Some might even have the desire to take multiple mates. You know, got to keep the line going. All in all, things might get a bit...hairy.

Welcome to the jungle, ladies and gentlemen.

[OOC: Pretty self-explanatory meme/open post. Mating drives with optional animal parts.

Just a few notes:
-This doesn't follow "traditional" gender/biology roles. Female characters can be alphas, male characters can get pregnant (if you wish), and same-sex couplings are perfectly viable.
-If your character has animal ears and a tail, that doesn't lock them to one certain species. For example, if a guy has dog ears, he can still mate with cat girls and such.
-Feel free to mix in other kinks, such as lactation for cowgirls and anything else you can think of. Just be respectful of others' limits.
-You can leave your comment blank or come up with a basic set-up.]

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Another job well done. It was a long one, longer than the information provided to him had led him to believe, so by the time he made it back home he was already desperate for his Alpha.

It was all he could think about on his drive back, Loki, the two of them together, how much he loved his Alpha.

Groaning from need, Eliot all but threw his bag to the ground when he got inside and shouted to his lover from the doorway. He hadn't even bothered locking the door behind him, thinking anyone who dared to walk in on them tonight would deserve what they got from them.

"Loki! I'm back!" Hopefully that out of all nights, tonight Loki wouldn't be out.

Tonight was one of the nights Loki chose to stay in. He'd stayed in for the past several days, matter of fact, researching until his head felt ready to burst to no avail. Nothing he had found provided any sort of relief from the disturbing heat radiating under his skin. He knew exactly what the cause of it was, but he honestly thought he had another decade or two to go yet. Apparently not.

Cursing under his breath, Loki tossed the book aside and flopped back over on his back on the bed. The sheets were tangled, pillows on the floor, several of the bedroom toys from the dresser drawer scattered about, the stench of sweat all over. This would've been so much easier if he could've just picked someone up off the street and rode them until his back spasmed, but he couldn't allow that. So he was left with just waiting around, either for it to just pass, or--

Loki bolted up from the bed the very second he heard the door open, marching down the hall and straight towards Eliot with a determined, exhausted expression. His hair was a mess, the lighter clothes he wore hanging from his hips and shoulders. Bare feet practically stomped against the floor as he made his way to his sorely missed wolf, not saying a word as he grabbed Eliot's collar in both hands to pull him into a demanding kiss.

Eliot thought he had it bad, but when not one minute through the door and he practically found himself pinned against a wall with the most demanding kiss sucking at his lips, he realized he might not have it as bad as he thought. He kissed back, tongue and exploring with fervent ardor until neither he nor his lover could breathe proper, then pulled back, panting with the widest grin on his face.

"Missed you... and damn it's good to see you too."

When they had pressed closed, he felt quite clearly the hard bulge in his lover's groin that matched his own. He didn't know what caused this, but boy was he glad for it. "Need you so bad..." One hand winding around Loki's neck, Eliot tried to capture Loki's lips again even as his free hand attempted to strip himself of his clothes.

Loki could barely contain himself once he had his lips on Eliot's, though it was a moment later that he realized he really didn't have to anymore. He'd been waiting this whole time for Eliot to return to him, so now that he was here, what was stopping him? He kept up with Eliot's pace, adding a nip to his bottom lip before they pulled away for air and for a longer moment, Loki was caught up in his wolf's smile.

There wasn't much that could have Loki at a loss for words, but that did it, really. All he could manage was a half mutter of agreement (it might've been missed you or an old Nordic curse word, either or,) before he was tugging Eliot's shirt off, closing the gap between them immediately after for another kiss, the other's hand on his neck sending every kind of shiver down his spine. He pressed up further, rubbing himself against Eliot's thigh with a low groan in his throat.

Whatever was the cause of this, Eliot found he didn't really care or mind as he came out of the second kiss with his lips flushed and swollen from the satisfying greeting. The shirt was tugged off and thrown over something random, and along the way of herding Loki back towards the bedroom, the pants came off and got thrown over some random furniture as well.

"Want you... needed you..." he said has he tried to pull his lover close for another quick nip while at the same time tug impatiently at the light top that Loki still had on. That had to go. He needed to touch Loki's skin right now, and from the heady smell of sweat and sex on him, Eliot would think Loki might've started without him.

Either Eliot would figure it out on his own, or it could simply be left unsaid, under the assumption that Loki simply missed his wolf that much and that was that. Loki didn't exactly want to explain what was going on, finding the whole situation embarrassing (and on some level, not wanting Eliot to think he was simply a means to an end here.) But at least there wouldn't be any explaining right now, while they were occupied.

Murmurs of agreement slipped between their kisses, in between frustrated growls during their attempts to disrobe. The sleeve of Loki's shirt - borrowed from Eliot's draw - tore slightly in the midst of it, but it joined the others discarded away and then the edge of the bed hit the back of his knees. Loki wasted no time, pulling Eliot down with him as he fell back on their significantly messy bed, landing on one of their bottles of massage oil but the grunt that left him was only partially in annoyance of it. And he was much more eager to get back to Eliot's lips to complain about it.

Eliot didn't quite figure out that his lover had the same problem he did, not like it had ever happened before, but he did sense that Loki was something when, after falling together with him in bed, Eliot found he was in the midst of a scattering of toys.

"What's this?" Eliot asked between fevered kisses that trailed along Loki's lips down to his neck. He pulled back briefly to arch an eyebrow at a slicked vibrator that obviously had seen use mere moments before.

"Was I interrupting something?" Grinning wryly, he laid the toy aside with a shake of his head and intention to help Loki remove the last of his clothes. He cursed that the god had taken the time to put them on in the first place before greeting him, it would have been so much easier had Loki just left them off.

Technically, it had happened before, but it was a very long time ago. Long before Eliot even existed. At the time Loki was very young, and it was an experience he'd rather forget all together. It wasn't exactly something he wanted to discuss with Eliot either - best that it all be left as simply missing his lover.

Of course, the bed was indeed a mess, and when Eliot pulled away to point that out the god scoffed. He lifted his hips, aiding with the removal of his loose baggy pants as his hands wound into his wolf's hair, the new friction between their bare skin making him groan louder.

"Honestly, Eliot darling," Loki answered breathlessly, dragging Eliot closer so he could kiss him again, and mutter against his lips. "What do you think I do when you are away? Host tea parties?"

Eliot growled at the snarky reply. It was sarcastic yet the attitude was so distinctively Loki such that he couldn't find it in himself to get too annoyed. Anyway, he was rather distracted by the hands and lips on him.

"I'll host your tea party," he grumbled back just before ravishing his lover's lips and attempted to pin the god down to the bed by the shoulders. He left Loki's hands free, liking the feel of them gripping his hair.

He attacked the revealed neck, a wolfish rumble shaking from his chest as he took to nipping at his Alpha's vulnerable spot.

Edited 2013-06-07 07:33 (UTC)

Eliot was really lucky that Loki was as aroused as he was. A line like that would've prompted a heavy scoff and tease at his wolf for uttering something so ridiculous, a pitiful attempt to turn him on further. But his mind was far gone, his body demanding the attention, so this time he let the comment slide.

"Stop teasing-" he did manage to utter out as he was held down, writhing under Eliot's strong grip on him. He tugged harder on Eliot's hair as teeth grazed down his neck, eyes shutting tight as his squirming and whimpering turned more eager and desperate. Even with his legs open wide under him, there was only so much satisfaction he could get from rubbing up against Eliot like that. "I've been waiting for you, and you're late."

Loki was the one who brought up the ridiculous idea in the first place, Eliot was merely grumbling about it like he ought to. Though, he had other things to distract him too, like his lover's insistent tugging of his hair and dragging him down to where Loki wanted him to be.

Letting one hand roam downwards, he took his lover's shaft firmly in hand, stopping Loki from humping against him by stroking it for him instead. He could feel precum coating his palms already, a sign that indeed, he was late if Loki was already this far ahead.

"Wouldn't dream of teasin' you." Eliot let his husky voice glide over Loki's skin when he sought out his lover's lips again. "Sorry.... things got... delayed." He gave his lover another firm stroke. "I better make up for lost time then..." Letting go of the god's manhood, he lowered his precum coated fingers down to probe at Loki's hole experimentally. "You ready for me?"

All was forgiven the moment Eliot wrapped a hand around him. It felt so damn good, to finally have something not his own hand or smooth plastic finally on him. He'd already been at the breaking point for some time now, so for Eliot's return to be even later than originally thought of, it was almost unbearable just how perfect only his hand felt right then. Eliot could probably tell from how Loki arched his back and barely held back that groan.

His kiss was demanding, a sharp bite to Eliot's bottom lip as acceptance of his apology. Loki couldn't quite restrain himself from rocking up into Eliot's hand, sweat coating his brow, nails digging into his shoulders as they moved. He bit down on his own lip as his wolf's hand moved further south, but before he could go any further he leaned up and gently nudged Eliot back, just so he had enough room to push himself up and turn over onto his front.

With his hips lifted and legs spread, Loki turned his head to watch Eliot, hands gripping the sheets tight. From there, Eliot would be able to see just how ready he was for his wolf.

Eliot growled into the kiss and the rumbling continued when Loki pushed him away, if only just to get himself into position. The werewolf's breath hitched when the new position revealed his lover's slicked and puffy hole. Faced with it, it all but assaulted his sensitive nose with the musky scents of arousal and desire.

He didn't require more invitation than that. Moving forward to drape himself over his lover, he pushed himself in with one breaching thrust, and groaned when he was able to slip all the way in from how slicked and stretched his lover was already. Seated fully inside Loki, Eliot moaned and gave his lover's neck repeated nips and kisses.

"You feel so good... Fuck, Loki, Alpha... god... so, so, so good."

The position originally wasn't one Loki preferred to be in often, preferring to watch Eliot and enjoying having some form of control in the situation, but right now he was desperate. His body had complete and total control over his mind, and right now this is just what he was demanding. What he needed. Maybe after, things would be a little different. Right now he just needed to give in.

It was an equally embarrassing yelp that escaped him when Eliot finally pushed in. Loki's hands curled in the sheets, that feeling of being so sweetly filled exactly what he needed. Well- the first part of what he needed. He shivered as Eliot's teeth grazed along his neck, though the lack of following through prompted a frustrated growl of his own.

"Shut up and fuck me, Eliot Spencer--" Loki barely gasped out, pushing his hips back to encourage him. "Now."

How could Eliot argue against a direct command from his Alpha like that? Grinning from ear to ear, Eliot groaned out, "With pleasure."

He began to move, intending to go slow at first except Loki was just too ready for him. The slick passage had him gliding through it smoothly, and he didn't need to build up the momentum much at all before he was slamming into his lover's prostate with every snap of his hip. Hands braced on Loki's hip, he pulled out all the way then pushed in, knowing that hard and dirty was how they both needed it right now.

"Mmmm, you're so sexy when you're desperate, Alpha, and I want you... need you so much." Leaning over his Alpha, he paused in his thrusting for a very brief moment so he could kiss his lover completely and thoroughly.

Once Eliot began moving the way Loki wanted him to, it was suddenly a lot more difficult to hear his words over the sound of his own groans and his heart beating heavy in his chest. It was finally what he needed, after waiting for so long and experimenting with everything in the bedside dresser failing spectacularly to satisfy that need. Because this was what he needed, his wolf over him, pressed against his back and rutting like an animal.

It took considerable effot to keep himself upright on his hands, and even more so once Eliot leaned further over him for a kiss. He tried to make it last, but it didn't take long for his arms to give out under him and he fell forward onto the bed, hips still up for Eliot to continue pushing into him.

At least this way, it was easier for Loki to muffle the worst of his noises into the sheets, eyes shut tight as he cried out, wordlessly encouraging his wolf to continue until they were well spent.

It was what they both needed, this joining of bodies, hot, sweaty coupling of two animals desperate for one another. He rammed into the willing body of his Alpha, groaning his desires into Loki's ear after their kiss broke. This was simplistic, nothing fancy, no explanations necessary.

One hand moving to wrap around Loki's waist to keep him in position still, Eliot snapped his hips into the god repeatedly. His other hand wrapped tightly Loki's shaft, pumping it, knowing that in this position his lover wouldn't be able to reach it on his own. His eyes took on a yellow tinge, and as Loki swallowed up his motions with his fervent pushes back, Eliot was letting go with all he had to offer.

"Damn... so fuckin' close... gonna come, gonna fill you..." He was getting near. A whole day of thinking about Loki and he was ready to come in less than five minutes of fucking. Fuck.

As much as he preferred greater comparisons, there was really nothing about their coupling that wasn't animalistic. The noises they made, the position they were in, their ravenous desperation for each other. Loki usually hated being so submissive and behaving as little more than an object to rut into, but the heat was driving him utterly mad - more so than usual. Even though he wanted to, there wasn't anything more he could do than take it and voice his appreciation. Or frustration, as it were.

"Not yet--" Loki's voice broke through the past few thrusts, body rocking forward with each push but held in place by Eliot's arm. The hand around him had the god groaning desperately, but it was too soon and he hadn't had nearly enough. "Not yet, I need more ... please, Eliot-"

The desperate cry of his Alpha cut through Eliot's lust filled brain and he groaned, instantly trying to obey. "Fuck..." He uttered as sweat dripped down his forehead and he slowed, needing to take a moment to gather himself.

Instead he leaned over Loki and kissed his lover's bared shoulder, panting and eyes squeezed shut. "A-alright," he murmured between the kisses, the exertion of holding back clearly showing on his brows. Then slowly, he picked up the speed again, thrust after thrust and all aiming to slam into his lover's sensitive spot. His hand squeezed and pumped Loki's shaft in the same punishing pace he sank into his lover with, determined to bring them both over the edge, together.

"Come with me, Alpha... come on... Wanna fill you, spray you..." He growled low in Loki's ear.

It was torture for them both, slowing down and stopping like that, but Loki needed it. They were both close but Eliot more so than himself, and Loki wasn't certain if he could withstand having to wait for Eliot to recharge. The toys didn't suffice then and they wouldn't now, so it was with a low and very frustrated groan that he tried to adjust and deal with the change in pace for the time being.

Though it really wasn't for long, it did feel like hours passed before his wolf was moving again, and this time Loki couldn't hold back his noises like before. Every hard push inside, every deep thrust moved the god closer and closer to that edge until inevitably - finally - he was spilling into Eliot's hand with a half choked shout, body nearly collapsing with the effort and only held up by his wolf's firm grip.

As formidable his werewolf stamina was, especially when during this time of his own special need, Eliot wasn't sure he would've recharged fast enough for his Alpha's liking. So it was with certain relief that when they resumed, he was able to bring his lover tumbling over that orgasmic cliff. He followed quickly after, pumping his spend deep into his lover as he released a torrent of it when triggered by Loki's own release.

When it was over, Eliot lowered Loki just in time for himself to collapse down beside his lover. The motion dislodged his semi-hard cock from his lover that made him sigh softly. Gathering his lover into his arms, he spooned up behind him with his half hard cock pressing against the back of Loki's thigh. It left a slick trail there, but Eliot doubted he minded. "What's gotten into you?" he murmured as he kissed his lover in the shoulder.

Loki was only vaguely aware of his surroundings after he'd finally climaxed, sinking down into the bed only held up by Eliot's hands as long as was needed. He felt warmth and wetness between his legs as he was lowered down, the blankets and pillows a soft comfort for his weary body, and his wolf's form covering him like a blanket. He didn't feel chilled in the aftermath but he shivered all the same, exhausted as he shifted back against Eliot to be as close as possible.

Though he had a slight sinking feeling that once wasn't going to be enough, and he cursed his body's - well, everything, really - he was going to try for a power nap before a second round. Eliot would need a bit more time too. But the god was just fine with that, lazily mumbling against the pillows with his hands over Eliot's arms.

"I missed you."

Eliot already knew for a fact that once wouldn't be enough given he hadn't spent his erection completely yet, a cursed effect whenever one of these... cycles came upon him. They always left him wanting and bothered, with an empty ache inside him that helped when he was with his Alpha, but still took time to pass.

Growling, he settled and buried his face into his Alpha's shoulder. "Missed you to... but this ain't that. I don't normally come back seein' you with all the toys out. Not that I'm complainin'..." He kissed the shoulder and tried to see more of his lover, but Loki had his face buried in the pillow. "I need you."

With Eliot apparently still willing for more, Loki let out a groan of his own as his wolf moved closer, still embarrassed and frustrated that his body had more control than his mind. He was exhausted from their session but just like Eliot, he needed more. This desperation was more aggravating than desirable.

"Well, you can remain confident that they can't do a damn thing," Loki muttered into the pillow, shifting back just a bit to be pressed closer against Eliot. He eventually started reaching back, searching blindly for his wolf's hand to bring it to his lips. "And if you need anything more, you have to wait, or do it yourself."

Eliot chuckled at the light complaint, his voice coming out low and husky as his breath blew soft over Loki's bared shoulder. He followed it with a kiss to the same shoulder then nuzzled his face into the curve there just as Loki brought his hand around to nuzzle soft lips against his knuckles.

"I think I can wait," he conceded as he contented himself with their moment of intimacy. "But not too long," he amended. Against Loki's thigh, Eliot's shaft maintained its half hard state, just waiting for the lightest excuse to get fully hard again. "Need you in me soon."