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Just as Dogman is part dog, he is part shark too.
This is neither a secret nor news for anyone in the city. It was well known that Knight was a hybrid shark since he started to be popular among the police forces, being known for his big heart and the way he used to make people trip over his tail by accident because of his clumsy nature.
Hybrids were the natural and logical consequences of anthropomorphic animals mixing with humans. Okhay city has tons of them, maybe more than the full human population, with the supa reporter Sarah Hatoff being part deer and the Mayor half snake.
That made Dogman’s transition into society after the bomb incident a little easier. People are used to mixtures, part dog, part human, part shark is not that difficult to understand in that context.
Greg, for his part, appreciates still having a tail; it doesn’t matter that it is larger and feels different, is still a tail that he can wave when is excited, and that helped a little with processing how different his body became.
However, that isn’t the only difference between his new body and a full human body.
His skin would get extremely dry and itchy if he isn’t applying cream constantly, especially on sunny days, and he has two fins standing on his spine, one larger than the other, in that characteristic triangular form. A big area of his back and fading at his sides were covered in scales, including around his fins, growing in them, which made it the part of his body with rougher and thicker skin.
Also, somehow, the adaptation of his head and body had ended in the weird development of him growing an extra row of teeth, with all of them becoming more pointed than there were before.
At least they are not as sharp as a full shark’s teeth, he would be scared as fuck of biting his tongue if that was the case.
All of this was as new for him as the rest of his human body. It is not like he was human and suddenly part shark, so he just learned to live with it like he learned to live standing on two legs.
Time, patience and habit gave him a knack in everything that used to be challenging.
Well, almost everything.
He had been Dogman for a couple of years now and still doesn’t get used to people saying they will cut his fins or pull his teeth out to make jewelry as a joke. Is really creepy, he is not even sure if they made the same kind of comments about Knight and he never noticed or it was just because is him.
But apart from that, there was another thing that had been… Not a defect, but an unexpected feature that he didn’t completely get used to and won some relevance now that he is in a relationship.
He has two dicks.
As far as Dogman knows, it is 100% normal both in hybrids and full sharks. He did some research about it after the surgery.
Petey would ask as a joke how he even has enough blood to erect them both. But the thing is, he has it, and when you have a hot boyfriend like him, it ends up in trying to hide two hard-ons in public.
Well, it was still better than when that happened before they even started; it made him feel like a creep.
He was a little shameful about his dicks in the beginning of their relationship and didn’t even mention them to his cat until the same cat had to reveal something to him too.
It was funny in retrospective because he knows Petey is dramatic and he surely had this idea of how overly emotional his coming out as trans would be.
But in the end, when he finally managed to say…
“I don’t have a dick.”
Dogman’s first instinct was to sign.
“Don’t worry, I have two.”
That completely shattered whatever script Petey was trying to follow, just looking at him with wide surprised eyes.
“You do?”
After that everything boiled down to show and tell that became just show because as soon as Greg laid eyes on the pretty pink pussy in between his boyfriend’s legs his two dicks became rock hard in a second, making said boyfriend’s pupils blown wide and they ended up having their first time just like that.
And honestly.
The sex is amazing but also really fucking frustrating.
He can’t describe the feeling of having both of his pricks being jerked off by him, one on each hand, to be able to rub them on his face, see him lust while trying to give attention to them both and, when the act is finished, being able to see the cum covering his thighs and belly as well as dripping from inside of him is such a magnificent view…
But that’s the thing, he is so scared of hurting him that only one of his cocks gets to be inside, leaving the other neglected and repressed.
Petey, bless his heart, always tries to help him by masturbating the one that is out, but there’s only so much he can do while being railed, and there’s always a moment where he is way too high in pleasure to be able to rhythmically touch him.
He always cum feeling both pleasured and frustrated. It is like having blue balls despite having one of the best orgasms of his life.
Despite all of that, Dogman is plenty satisfied with their intimacy. He is ok with cumming like that, he is ok with making his dicks take turns, he is 100% happy with how they solved the issue and can have a normal sex life.
But it seems Petey is not ok with it.
Hence, this situation.
“What do you mean?” Greg asked, feeling like he was starring a wet dream.
Petey was sitting in front of him, face so red he looked suffocated.
They planned a romantic weekend because Li’l Petey was on a little camping trip with his scout group. Spending time with each other, cuddling, kissing and, of course, having sex.
They already had the first round in the morning, when Greg asked Petey for help to put cream on his fins. Then they had a good lunch and saw a nice movie.
He left to buy them something for dinner and when he came back Petey received him with a passionate kiss that led them to the second floor.
His hands were squishing Petey’s beautiful thighs while rubbing his clothed erections against him when the cat separated and laid himself on the bed.
Dogman took it as his cue to undress, so he was taking off his blue t-shirt when Petey said something he was still trying to process.
That’s how he ended up sitting on the bed shirtless with a very nervous cat in front of him.
“I said, I think I’m ready to use my two holes” He repeated with the voice a little broken of embarrassment.
His… Two holes.
His cocks twitched at the enticing offer, the meaning painting a rather intense mental image, but he can’t help but still think is too much.
Sounds like vanity but he isn’t exactly tiny, his cocks have a good size each. He can make Petey scream with just one; both at the same time is as extremely alluring as it was dangerous.
“Before you say no” continued the cat, making his brows raise “think about it for a moment. I want you to meet the level of pleasure I can give to you.”
A strong shiver crossed his spine.
Is not like he didn’t think about it more times than he cares to admit.
“I just don’t want you to feel forced.” He signed with trembling hands.
The cat looked at him for a moment, surprised that he may have thought that.
“I’m not being forced” And then gently moved to sit on his lap, making his fur brush the skin of his chest. The warm touch almost made him melt as his paws took his head and he kissed him once more.
Rhythmically and slowly, he let his tongue wander, his pointy teeth grazing Petey’s sandpaper like tongue while he passed his arms around his waist to pull him closer.
Petey’s paws moved to tangle around his shoulders. The saliva lubed their movements, making the touches smooth instead of painful, letting their tongues slide into each other, devouring their mouths in a cadence as steady and hot as it was passionate and full of love.
He can feel his cocks becoming harder under his body.
They separated once more, with so little distance between them that Petey’s breath crashed against his lips as he whispers.
“I want this. I want it since the moment I knew you have two.” He moved his hips down, getting a breathy moan out of him. “Also… I already prep myself”
Prep?
While his mind was still processing the meaning of that, Petey’s paws took his hands and moved them down, following the winding path of his spine, passing his hips, until his fingers were grasping the bottom of his tail and he felt something solid just below.
He went to buy food alone because Petey insisted on staying at home to shower.
And he does smell clean but apparently, he was also doing something else.
“Now, we can’t just waste it, right?” He asked with a hint of smile in his voice, the confidence of someone who already knew he would win.
The vivid image of Petey fingering himself slammed his head, with his legs wide open and his cunt beautifully spread, gushing slick out the arousal of opening his smaller hole, with two lubed fingers pushing in and out as he panted with the face red, thinking in him, in taking his two cocks…
Dogman gulped.
And then nodded, docile, and almost timid.
The cat smiled fondly at him.
“That’s my good boy.”
Just that made Greg so horny he became a little dizzy.
“Ok” Petey kept talking, his voice trembling a little this time, betraying how nervous he was “how about starting a little slow?...”
He nodded again, his fingers shaking still on Petey’s ass, his cocks pulsing at the thought of both of them inside his warm body.
Despite his words, the cat didn’t immediately move, just rhythmically breathing with his eyes closed, like he was bracing himself, getting mentally ready to fulfill his own request.
Greg didn’t move either, just letting his fingers gently graze the object, the tips sliding through its smooth surface. He held his breath as the flat texture became warm flesh at the brims, fusing with his body.
He can’t think too much in what is happening there because cumming before they even begin would be humiliating and this whole situation was like his most personal fantasy come to life.
Petey finally started by purring and leniently rubbing his head against the dog’s cheek. His soft paws didn’t lose time moving south, leading the way to one of those parts that Greg knows it was a favorite of his.
He let go a muffled moan when his chest was grabbed with the clench of hands full of greed; the tip of his fingers circling the nubs of his nipples as he breaded the fat around, squeezing carefully and deeply, making his body tingle in waves of delight. Each pinch felt like jolts of arousal being pumped on his veins.
Petey can spend a really long time just stimulating his breast, attacking with gentle hands and his rough tongue until his nipples become blushed and so sensitive every little touch makes him feel closer to madness, teetering towards orgasm. It always makes the cat incredibly wet, but Greg cums before even be able to enjoy it.
If he wanted to last, he knew he needed to start moving. If he just let Petey do whatever he wants it would end with him not even pushing one cock in.
So, a bit too anxious to get a taste of his love, he answered by putting his lips on his neck, kissing the skin underneath with reverence, letting his nose indulge in the delicate scent of his flesh, entering his lungs like a drug he never have enough of, while his shaky hands kept their place on the bottom of his tail, still entranced by the foreign object keeping his hole open.
His actions enticed moans, still shallow and low at just the arose of their activities, getting lost and entangled in the silky purring vibrating at his throat, crashing against his mouth like calling him to drown in its pleasure.
But Petey’s sinful mouth was not the main course tonight, and the promise of the delicatessen in the menu as itself was enough to make him feel insatiable; the dormant predator showing his face making him desire beyond his right.
Greg moaned against his skin, letting the tip of his sharp teeth meet his flesh, extremely aware that just a little pressure was needed to make a cut and draw blood, to make red drip until reaching his mouth.
And Petey’s blood is exquisite.
He never let himself the pleasure of tasting it but just the smell of it makes his mind foggy, scratching a part of his brain that was starving to eat him whole.
He is a police officer, he had sniffed his fair amount of blood, but only ever had that reaction with him. Just thinking about it makes his mouth water, how he can dip his tongue in an open wound...
Dogman always must be conscious about that; he is not sure how he would react to the scent or taste while also fucking his tight pussy.
He for sure would lose his mind.
So, he forced his jaw to snap shut and just keep kissing with his lips, making the temptation smaller and bearable.
Enough will be happening that will put his self-control at test.
Petey stopped his purring, opening his mouth to pant in his ear, making goosebumps hit him at his warm breath.
“Hey, puppy” he called in a whisper “do you know what you are touching?”
Greg contoured the object, like asking ‘this?’.
“Is a plug” he was able to hear the smile in his voice “is not how you think. Is thicker inside.”
That made him stop, an electric current running through his body as the words registered.
Thicker…
“Do you want to help me get it out?” He purred “so we can see if I’m loose enough for you?”
Greg nodded frantically against his neck, his tail moving one side to the other almost slapping Petey on the leg given how long it is.
“Easy, goldfish” snickered the cat “I can’t do it sitting here…”
He started to move out of him making the dog whine and his hands to grab his thighs trying to keep him from leaving, enjoying way too much his ardent body on his lap, even if his cocks were still trapped in his pants.
Petey sighed and smiled fondly at him.
“You clingy mutt, don’t you want to see?” He asked in a whisper as he got his hands out his chest to apart the needy fingers pressing him. He kept moving until he managed to get free, backing out enough to leave his lap and laid back, opening his legs.
Just as Dogman pictured, the parting lips of his pussy were glossy in slick, dripping exquisitely like it was asking to be devoured, calling for his tongue, making him unconsciously open his mouth, begging.
However, just below, a shiny piece of metal stole his attention.
It was flat with a heart shape, and a sort of pink jewel in the middle, catching the light in a way that looked fantastic combined with the reddish pink of his slit. It was just in the position where he knows Petey’s butthole is.
Not only that, it was buried in it. Stealing his rightful place inside of his boyfriend.
Is thicker inside. He reminded himself, the drool falling by the sides of his open mouth.
He wanted to see how thicker.
How much can he take.
Petey smiled, pleased by his partner’s adoring glaze. Greg’s pupils were blown wide, telling of how much he enjoyed the view. It’s delicious to be so desired, he licked his lips savoring the sensation, it makes him feel irresistible.
“You just need to pull” he instructed, his voice steady and calm with just a touch of purr, alluring and inviting “slowly, ok? I lubed it well, but it can still hurt if you are not careful.”
Greg nodded, his tail fanning side to side showing how excited he was. His pants were getting uncomfortable, mercilessly pressing his boners, but with such important mission at hand he can’t focus on that.
His trembling fingers wrapped around the metal and the same smooth texture welcomed him. He started by doing just a bit of pulling as a test, barely strong enough to meet the resistance that Petey’s body was making around.
The feeling of the hole sucking the plug in made the arousal shock his spine. Petey gasped, trembling just the same as he was surprised, despite fully knowing what was happening.
He still nodded, indicating Dogman to keep moving, and since he didn’t groan nor made any kind of pained sound, he complied.
He slid it slowly and methodically, feeling his breath get caught in his throat when he was able to see the ring of Petey’s asshole, pink, puckered and shining in lube, clenching around the metal. He swallowed the excess of saliva in his mouth and steadily continued.
The thick part of the plug was at the brim, making him feel the pressure as he pulled slightly stronger. The movement accelerated Petey’s breath until he was panting, on the verge of letting out a proper moan.
The muscles around the toy pulsed from time to time, like not wanting it to go. When he managed to get the plug out to the wider part, he actually had to stop for a second to try to calm himself, his heart pounding in his chest almost as much as his cocks throbbed.
That view was one he wanted to save for the cold nights.
The thought of how that pretty hole will look around one of his cocks…
Stretching just the same and twitching around him…
The last part of the plug was the fastest, easily sliding out and letting him delight by the way Petey’s butthole didn’t completely close, staying a little agape.
Now he can fully see the two pink holes, ready for him and tempting, equally wet.
Petey let go a strangled moan when it finished exiting, his paws gripping the sheets and biting his lips to try to shut himself, way too embarrassed for letting go a sound like that for such a simple activity.
He was expecting for it to feel weird or uncomfortable and maybe later become better, but the preparation did wonders and he felt incredibly aroused just with his boyfriend getting the plug out, the feeling fueling his desire.
Petey didn’t have a second to breath because as soon as it was out, he was dragged by his legs by two powerful arms, making his knees rest on his boyfriend’s shoulders as a wide sloppy tongue pushed his way inside where the plug used to be.
Not prepared at all, a loud moan ripped from his throat. Greg’s tongue so long that he can feel it opening him beyond the plug did, making him shudder at the new pleasure he didn’t expect.
His back arched as his insides were lapped, his cunt leaking and clit throbbing, protesting for being neglected while Greg’s tongue zigzagged, trying to taste as much as he can from him, like he was the most delicious meal, moving up and down, inside and out, teasing his puffy brim with his lips.
Petey clenched around him, drowning Greg in his flavor, drunk in him as the position also put his nose just kissing his pussy, the sweet smell of the slick making his cocks stir. He was gripping his thighs so hard trying to pull him even closer that his hips were in the air, his crotch at his reach and mercy.
He got his tongue out to do a long lick from his ass to his pussy, the other pink hole tempting him so much he can’t help it, shoving his tongue into the warm insides too, making Petey tremble so much it seemed he will crumble at any second.
He ate him like he was a buffet, moving from his pussy to his ass, going as deep as he was able, tasting every inch of him, even taking the time to give attention to the sensitive skin in between.
The cat moaned as the pleasure traveled around his body like electricity, setting his lower belly on fire and making him worry.
He just can’t resist Dogman’s tongue. If he kept going like that, he is going to cum, and he worries that would make him too sensitive to fulfill his goal.
He had been dreaming with riding those two beautiful cocks since the first second they were on his line of sight. And today will be the day; he will make sure of that.
Already mourning the loss of the pleasure, he took a deep breath and screamed their safe word to make the dog stop.
“Squirrel!”
Driven by instinct, Greg immediately got his tongue out and turned around, his ears raising. It took him just a fraction of a second to understand there was no squirrel.
He blinked in confusion and looked at Petey tilting his head to the side, confused but still understanding he wanted him to stop.
The cat looked like he was struggling already, with his eyes clouded and face red, stirring something inside of him. He carefully put him down, letting his body completely lay on the bed once more.
Petey for his part was trying to catch his breath, still shaking at the feeling of the saliva dripping from his cunt to his butthole.
Fuck, he never thought having his ass eaten would got him like that.
“I… I want you inside” he managed to say between pants, trying to endure the frustration of the sudden stop “start in my ass and go slow…” He requested, his voice slowly stabilizing “I never had done this so… One at time.”
Greg’s dicks jumped like being called, starting to hurt for being still secluded, pressed against his sweatpants. The pre-cum staining the fabric in every head.
He almost ripped his pants trying to get them out of his body. It took a moment to open them enough for his boners to peek and just an extra second to kick them out his legs, standing in his knees on top of the bed, showing complete at his boyfriend.
Petey was delighted by the view.
Nice, full tits, covered in hair with two succulent hard pink nipples and the little slightly bluish gill marks under them; big strong arms, powerful enough to lift him like he weights nothing and a squishy belly with a golden happy trail leading to the stars of today’s function.
Greg’s cocks were standing proudly, veiny and red, with the tips gushing lube, readier than ever.
Petey’s mouth was watering, drinking on the view of how hot his boyfriend is, his toothy smile with sharp pointy fangs making his body tremble in lust and fear at the thought of that powerful jaw capturing him like he was nothing more than the prey of a hungry hunter. Potentially dangerous but a big sap at heart, showing by the way he was shaking in the wait of his signal to start.
And Petey can’t wait anymore.
“C’mon, goldfish” he purred, feeling sexy and desirable under his dark gaze “fuck me until I can’t walk.”
He opened his legs wider, showing the two holes he was offering; pink, wet and ready for the action.
Greg didn’t need to be told twice, almost jumping at him, cornering him against the bed with one arm as the other was busy taking one of his boners to align it with his asshole.
His tongue was dangling out his mouth, dripping in a mix of drool and his intimate juices, making him feel his face hot at seeing it. Even more when the open mouth let him see the shiny rows of teeth, making him imagine the double line that would mark on his body if he bites him.
Petey passed his arms around Greg’s shoulders, barely able to hug him when he felt the hot dick starting to push, opening its way inside of him.
His body lit, like he was being set on fire. The preparation was not enough for the size of the cock, but the lube he used worked like a charm, making every stretched muscle felt like pure ecstasy instead of pain, like he was made to receive it. He gasped as it kept moving, filling him like nothing he had feel before, taking the virginity of his ass and stealing a part of his sanity with it.
Dogman stopped when he found himself fully inside, panting heavily at how good Petey’s ass is and wondering how the fuck they never tried this before, even when just using one dick. It was rougher, but also inviting and warm, different but feeling perfect in its own way.
Tight.
He can’t see his cat’s face given that he was hiding on his shoulder, so he just stayed still as best as he was able, painfully conscious about the way he pressed around his hard-on and how the other one poked against his dripping pussy, begging to be inside too.
He thought once more that he was moments away to feel that and that made both of his cocks twitch, ripping a moan out of Petey’s mouth.
He wanted to ask if he was doing ok but can’t do it if he doesn’t look at his hands, so he simply started kissing his jaw, trying to let him know how amazing it feels.
Petey panted and then seemed to find his voice again.
“F-fuck” he moaned, his tone trembling so much it was hard for him to understand “move. Greg… Please.” The last word sounded higher and broken, begging.
Petey has a special talent to test his control.
Because how the fuck he was supposed to don’t ravish him when he sounds like that?
He moved his hips, backing up and barely feeling Petey’s claws sinking on the skin of his back, making him smile. His skin is so thick in that part that it doesn’t hurt, which encouraged him to do it every time they make love and now it has an almost Pavlovian effect, the subtle burn feeding the fire of his body. Because the claws out mean he is bracing himself to be railed, and that is an invitation he just can’t decline.
He pushed inside again, letting go a low moan himself, feeling the soft insides hugging him as he entered, and then pulled out with some resistance, like Petey’s body was begging for him to stay.
Greg fucked him at a good rhythm, fast enough to don’t feel like he is going to die of frustration but slow enough to not be overwhelming, savoring every second of it.
Each push was as pleasured as it was restraining. One cock in bliss, the other punished by just slamming against his wet warm pussy without the euphoria of entering.
He usually endures getting satisfaction in only one of them, but knowing what comes next was making him impatient, greedy, desperately wanting to take all from him.
Petey felt his face suffocating, making him doubt himself for a second and thought that maybe he should had tried anal sex as its own first, because the feeling alone was enough to make his eyes roll to the back of his head. It was insanely good, he always expected it to be more uncomfortable and maybe even hurt a little, he is not sure how he can handle both holes at the same time.
It wasn’t supposed to feel that good, a part of him wanted Greg to just fuck his ass like a beast, but he needed to remember his mission, not let the demolishing pleasure and new sensation to drag him away.
He was nothing but stubborn, and if he was deemed to die in the pleasure of his boyfriend’s two cocks, that would be.
One particular shove made him tremble to the core, his penis reaching so deep inside of him it was making his cunt jealous, dripping slick so much he can feel it falling and helping to lube his ass. Every thrust sounded so wet…
His clit twitched, neglected and swollen of pure arousal and pleasure. He is sure as fuck Greg has the power of making him cum just fucking his ass, not even close to touching his sweet spots, just with his fat cock and willpower.
And he knows he is barely putting any strength in it, he knows he can ram him until making him cry, flood him into so much pleasure it would make his legs shake for a straight week.
His other dick was rubbing against the folds of his cunt, sliding against his hole like teasing it, promising to fill him to the brim.
And that’s exactly what he needed.
He moved his head to catch his love’s lips in a kiss, immediately deepening it by sneaking his raspy tongue between the razor shape teeth. Greg answered by slowing his pace and adding his own sloppy tongue to the dance, the kiss stirring the heat in his lower belly while the deep intense thrusts short-circuit his brain.
The separation felt too rushed, too soon, leaving him starving for more of Greg’s mouth. Insatiable and greedy for all of him. But he felt like he is going to lose his head if he doesn’t get properly fucked soon.
“Greg” he called, so close that their lips touched when he talked. Part whisper and part moaning. “Greg, let me ride you” he pleaded “please...” And then succumbed to the gravity that was pulling their mouths together, savoring him again as he could feel the movement slowing their intensity until stopping.
Dogman was fighting against himself with tooth and nail, his hips wanted to keep thrusting inside, but he needed to calm down and get out to be able to continue. The prospect of Petey riding both of his cocks at the same time made him feel like all the blood in his body moved to his dicks.
He is going to last five seconds at this rate.
He slid out with a whimper, eating Petey’s mouth as an escape valve for his arousal, letting his tongue wander around. The rough texture of his tongue made him shiver, while his two cocks touched the cat’s belly, pulsing at the lack of friction.
Without letting go of the kiss, Greg started to carefully move. Petey put his legs around his hips and his arms hugging his shoulder making really easy for him to lift him, maneuvering them both until he found himself again sitting with Petey on his lap, immediately wrapping his arms around his waist. This time his crotch was direct contact with his cocks.
Petey broke the kiss once more, making a thread of drool that lasted less than a second. The cat smirked, receiving a goof smile in return that turned a little intimidating when showed his sharp teeth.
He took a moment to regain some control over his breath before starting to rub his head on him once more, making a loud purr reverberate on his chest.
“That’s it. You had been doing amazingly, puppy” he praised, letting his hands wander to his head, scratching that part behind his ears that he knows it drives him wild in a completely different way.
Dogman removed below him, his tail slapping around as it moved, his head rubbing against his own while he grinded his dicks on his ass, making him tremble.
“I need you to align them, ok?” He instructed, doing his best to avoid the lust breaking his voice “Let me feel them…”
Greg swallowed hard, nodding compliantly as he moved his hands down to do just that, letting himself indulge in Petey’s winding figure as he went.
The cat gasped when the scorching tips touched his holes. He can feel them both, hot and hard against him and that was making him impatient.
Oh fuck. Is finally going to happen.
“Good boy” he panted “now stay still…” That was the only warning he gave before starting to move down, containing just enough to avoid let himself fall, making both heads suddenly sink in their respective holes. He let go a loud moan, and his eyes immediately started to roll back to his head, claws once more gripping his boyfriend’s upper back.
Even the top of heads was thick enough to open his holes, it feels intense. Way too much. And he barely got the tips in.
This is definitely going to break him but in such a good way…
Oh fuck, he needed more.
Greg gasped at the sudden warm feeling, both slits so wet it only needed a bit more of strength to slid completely in. He let go of his dicks to put his hands on Petey’s hips, part to help him keep the balance, part because he wanted to slow down or he is going to lose his mind faster than intended.
The cat kept moving despite his hands, moaning directly on his ear as he took his cocks inch by inch, his two holes massaging as he entered in different but just as pleasured ways. Despite the previous thrusts, his ass still felt closer and rougher than his silky pussy, but just as good as he felt it just a moment ago.
He have both of his cocks in heaven. Is the strongest pleasure he ever felt.
When he finally got ball deeps inside of him, they both took a moment to catch their breath. Petey’s panting was giving him goosebumps as the hot air caressed his ears; his claws so hooked it surely will leave at least some scratches, even when it doesn’t hurt.
He let go a high whimper when felt his cocks being clenched, muscles pressing around him, trying to get used to the size. It was a direct attack to his control, a true test to his willpower, he wanted to move so much it was driving him insane.
He gritted his teeth to try to anchor himself, his tail frantically moving around.
Petey was trying to relax. Greg is so big he never felt so stretched before, every sensitive part inside of him being pressed making his clit throb, untouched but stimulated.
The weight of his hands on his hips, gripping his flesh, was a telltale of how good it was feeling for him too, and that just made his arousal skyrocket even more.
He loves to give pleasure to his boyfriend. There’s nothing more gorgeous than Greg’s eyes filled in tears, clouded in lust with his body heavily shaking to try to control his strength as he fucked Petey’s brains out.
He almost can’t believe that dog is all his.
So, against his common sense, he skipped the break and gave an experimental circular hips movement.
He moaned loudly at the feeling of the cocks rubbing inside of him; he can even feel the two bumping into each other with just a thin wall in the middle. He should be scared of being ripped open but was way too high in pleasure to care.
Fuck, his veins were on fire, he almost can’t bear the feeling, it was consuming him whole.
Greg trembled hard, his hands surely leaving some bruises on Petey’s body, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. That tiny movement alone almost made him cum and that’s something he can’t afford right now.
He has to last. He has to resist and let Petey enjoy his cocks.
Because he is not sure he will ever be satisfied by just one dick at a time anymore after tasting pure uncut ecstasy like that. He needed Petey to like this enough to want to do it again.
The cat kept moving, slowly picking the pace of his hips to go faster, his mouth open with drool falling from the side. He used the support of Greg’s sturdy shoulders to propel himself up and then let himself fall again. The addendum of his weight seemed to push even deeper, almost making him lose himself at the burning sensation.
He actually screamed this time, his back arching like a bow and his tail stiffing. The tears accumulated at the sides of his eyes.
Oh fuck. He touched something really good and he doesn’t give a fuck about what it is. He just knew he needed to do that again.
Greg moaned with both cocks twitching, shoving his head on Petey’s collarbone to try to distract himself of the demolishing pleasure, he can feel every pulse and movement, his dicks more sensitive than ever and his blood boiling around his body.
Petey was riding him at a slow rhythm, still testing the waters and the dog-shark was bracing himself for when he decides is enough trial and starts moving faster and stronger. He will need to put his mind on it to avoid cumming at the first stroke.
He started to lick the upper part of Petey’s chest to try to distract a bit, the salty taste of his skin just adding to the amazing time he was having. He thought that maybe more pleasure would make Petey cum faster, if he cums Greg would be less guilty of finishing way too soon, so his intention was to make a path to his nipple. The idea of the pink nub between his lips while fucking him like that made him struggle even more, but he went for it anyway with his mouth watering, following his desire.
However, his plan was abruptly cut by his cat spasming in the middle of a thrust.
Moving so suddenly it made one of his teeth hooked on his skin.
Petey hissed at the unexpected pain. Stopping his riding for a moment to see what happened, trying to not get distracted by the cocks shoved deep inside of him.
When he looked down, he saw a little cut on his collarbone, dripping blood directly into Greg’s open mouth.
Before he can fully understand what and how it happened, his body was picked up, getting the dicks out and making him grab on Dogman with arms and legs for his dear life, letting go a scream at the sudden movement with his previous lust momentarily covered by confusion.
He was practically thrown onto the bed, and his boyfriend quickly sneaked on top of him. When he looked at Greg, still astonished for the new attitude, his pupils were no longer blown wide; but thin, shrunken, looking at him in such a feral way it made something primitive inside of him shake.
He doesn't think Greg has ever looked at him that intensely before.
He was looking at him like he was his dinner, like not even a bit of him would be left intact when he finished with him.
Greg didn’t lose time to attack his collarbone, licking the open wound and making him hiss. The cut burned while he tried to process that his boyfriend was tasting his blood.
His brain making coherent thoughts didn’t last, because he felt the blunt tips on his rims, and one second to another, in one strong, deep, thrust he was being double-fucked again.
He screamed, his back arching once more, his hands trying to grip something else ended up scratching just around of Greg’s dorsal fin, his heels sinking on his back and his tail wrapping Dogman’s like hoping that would make him stop for a second to let him think.
It didn’t help. Greg moved back, letting his cocks get out until just the head was in and then rammed in again, synchronizing the movement with another lick to his wound, making the pain mix with the intense pleasure.
His hips became relentless, repeating the movement without a single second of rest, making tears running down Petey's eyes as his boyfriend did it again, and again, picking a pace as fast and strong as it was deep, rubbing every one of his sweet spots, even managing to press his clit with his body.
The brutal rhythm was driving him crazy, drunk into sex and the addictive feeling of being filled in both sides, consuming his existence, fucking him raw and wildly, owning him whole.
Petey was completely his; he was making sure no one could satisfy him ever again.
No one else could ever be enough.
His brain was only able to register how open he was, how good it feels, how he is going to be so full after.
Fuck, he can’t wait to feel the hot cum filling his womb...
He discovered the wound wasn’t enough for his boyfriend when the licking stopped for a second just to felt him biting the place, surely stronger than he intended. The sharp pain made a jolt shock his spine and he meowed, tightening his tail around his boyfriend’s; the strong feeling mixing with the pleasure making him dizzy.
Greg whimpered when the muscles around him contracted of surprise, almost making him see stars.
He was finally losing it.
He licked Petey’s heavenly blood out the tiny cuts his two rows of teeth left on his body like it was nectar, each perfect ruby drop being catch by his hungry tongue, the taste of copper and salt with just some touches of sweetness awakened a sort of lust that was eating him alive. He just can’t stop savoring it, he can feel his cocks getting impossibly harder inside of his body with each lap, and just the same, he can’t stop fucking him, his hips moving for themselves, sparking pleasure with every thrust, enjoying so much the wetness, the tightness, the warm…
Fuck, Petey is so perfect. His body feels so good and his blood is so tasty, the musky scent of his skin was entering his lungs in every breath, mixing with the dainty smell of his arousal and his blood, making an exquisite fragrance that seemed especially made for him. Intoxicating and addictive.
He loves him so much.
And he is all his. That perfect pink pussy and his tight ass, his slender waist, his rough tongue and sharp fangs, the beautiful harmony of his moans of pleasure. All of him, all his.
He pounded as fast and strong as he was physically able, taking everything from him, almost even using him. He wanted for him to never find pleasure again in only one cock, to forever need them both to split him open, to beg him to fuck his two holes again.
Each push and pull sent him closer to nirvana, his cocks at their limit, he can feel them twitching, begging for release while he whined and squeezed his eyes shut, asking for just a little more, a little longer. His heart beating like it was going to run away from his body.
He wanted to last more, he doesn’t want the pleasure to stop.
Petey almost can’t breathe, every exhalation out of his chest coming out as a pant or moan. Vision blurry as he was breaking apart, shattered to pieces and pulled back together in each lightning of ecstasy running through his spine. He was so close to orgasm he can feel it at the tip of his tongue, the light at the end of the tunnel.
And still he was able to tell. He knew Greg was trying to resist. By the way the cocks pulsed inside of him, how the thrusts became more erratic, his sounds and his tail wagging faster.
Petey’s brain almost melted when he understood he was just a moment away to be filled to the brim.
And he needed that more than he needed air to breathe.
He moved the best he was able with his body shaking so much, at the verge of collapsing, trying to get to Greg’s ear again. He had to talk, he needed to beg for it.
His voice came from his want, broken and trembling, almost impossible giving how violently was being rammed.
“C-C’mon puppy. Cum for me” he whispered, his own words burning him “f-fill me…”
Dogman felt like his whole body covered in fire.
How the fuck he was supposed to resist that?
He came. The pleasure so demolishing he swears he stopped existing for a second, every molecule of his body in the most absolute euphoria, his tail moving so much it was slapping against his own legs. Usually, he comes with pleasure and a burn of frustration, but this time it felt like he just orgasmed double. Two at the same time, crashing against him in waves, making him feel his body becoming jelly and his brain pudding, so good it was almost narcotic, so strong it felt illegal.
He didn’t even know he can came so hard. It was like his body was trying to impregnate his mate for real, and that really pleased a bigger part of him than what he wanted to admit.
The thought of Petey getting pregnant after such mind shattering sex was so good; his thick, hot loan filling him so much he's dripping…
Petey came almost at the same time, his whole body contracting, closing around the dicks, making him feel them even stronger, in full capacity, every movement and twitch, every vein and fold, he was so stretched it was like their form got imprinted forever in him. He can’t describe the feeling of having his boyfriend’s fat cocks shooting cum deep inside him, marking him in a way only he can do, his sensitive walls being mercilessly attacked with every stream, stimulated like never before, making him sob of delight, overwhelm.
His holes closed, pulsing in rhythmical spasms, milking both dicks to greedily claim them, trying to keep everything in.
Petey screamed louder when he came, but Greg’s orgasm was longer, still releasing his load when his cat already recovering from the euphoria, languid and exhausted in his arms. As soon as he finished cumming, Dogman fell on top, making him huff at the weight.
It wasn’t on purpose; his muscles simply relaxed so much he lost the capacity to hold his own body with his arms. If he could he would be purring, the satisfaction becoming deeper as he was able to sink his snout on his pretty boyfriend’s chest.
Petey tried to get more comfortable, unhooking his heels and claws from the dog’s body to just hug him in a normal, loose way. He tried to untangle his tail too, still wrapped around the other and maybe even strangling it a little, clenching without him noticing in the haze of the pleasure, but he was amused to discover the shark’s tail was lazily moving, dragging his own like they had their own dance, not minding at all to be covered in orange.
He snickered and just kept it like that, laying on top of the bed covered by his overdeveloped goldfish. Greg moved just enough to get his, now flaccid, dicks out. The cat groaned at the sensation and immediately felt the warm seed dripping out of him, making his face become all red again.
Is going to be a pain to clean, but at that moment in time, in post-orgasm bliss, cuddling against his love, he can’t find in himself to worry about that.
He is not going to sleep, not with that uncomfortable mess soaking his crotch, but he let himself indulge for a moment, sinking his paws on the fluffy fur of Greg’s head, scratching with the top of his fingers. The delicate touch lulled the dog, who was on cloud nine at being pampered after such amazing sex, just the deliberate wagging of his tail showing how he was still awake.
Petey smiled at how cute his boyfriend is, mentally congratulating himself for finally getting what he wanted.
His plan worked out pretty well. He surely is a genius.