werewoof d/s works differently, snake

[22:16]*Iroquois-Pliskin has decided that he doesn't want to stay home and drink alone tonight. Instead he's gone out to drink around people! It's only his second time here, but he's shown up at that nonhuman-friendly bar again. He kinda forgot it was goofily dinosaur themed. How appropriate, he was watching Jurassic Park last night! Kinda funny, really.

He's sitting at the bar itself, leaning against it with his elbows, a rocks glass full of whiskey held loosely in his fingertips. He hasn't actually drank much yet- yet being the key word. He fully intends on at least getting buzzed before he goes home, though. He also still, despite the friendly nature of the location, refuses to just let himself relax and let himself be more... 'visible' as a werewolf, though his ice blue eyes glow bright and sharp teeth clink against the glass when he takes a sip.
[22:31]*Vishia loves the full moon. It's so close he can smell it, and he stares up at the gibbous moon's bright glow behind the clouds, fangs bared and black fur bristling along his arms. It's so close, he wants to tear someone's throat out.

Unfortunately, he probably wouldn't be let into the bar if he has gore on his clothes, and so instead he strolls inside, nearly crackling with energy and ordering a shotglass and a bottle of tequila, apparently all for himself. He is just, like, stinking of werewolf (and it smells like it might be actual wolf, not just some kind of dog), and his teeth are as sharp and canine as a human mouth will allow.
[22:37]*Iroquois-Pliskin bristles slightly at a new scent in the bar- everything else has just sort of been a hazy blend of various nonhuman scents, even a couple other werewolves, but this scent is just so... overpowering, and definitely werewolf, and Pliskin actually glances up from his drink, bright eyes pretty quickly spotting the guy its coming from. Does this guy just bathe in some kind of cologne or something to make him smell Extra Werewolf or some shit? What's his deal?

Regardless, Pliskin just crinkles his nose slightly at the man's taste in drinks, before rubbing at his nose with a quiet sniff, turning his head back away to take a sip of his whiskey.
[22:47]*Vishia maybe is just very, very wolfish, even when he's mostly human! And maybe it's because wolves go through some pretty intense hormonal changes in the winter, because it's breeding season.

In any case, Vishia gets through about six shots before looking around the bar, lip curled a little to show a fang and otherwise mostly unimpressed. Same people, same werewolves, same tiny fae lady behind the counter-- wait, no, that guy's new, and Vishia stares at him, brown eyes glowing just barely golden. Who are you, stranger?
[22:53]*Iroquois-Pliskin is just a retired soldier, trying to get drunk and pretend he loves life. He's taking his time drinking, too, just a sip every now and then while his mind keeps itself busy with blurred thoughts and memories he tries not to think about, his eyes boring a hole in the wall behind the bar.

At least until he feels eyes on him, and it makes him bristle slightly again. He has the feeling he knows exactly where that gaze is coming from, and he glances over- blue meets brown from the corner of his eyes, and he was absolutely right. What's this guy's deal? It can't be because the guy can tell he's a were too- he's not the only other one here, after all. He raises an eyebrow at the man, then downs the rest of his glass, before glancing away to order a refill.
[23:01]*Vishia finds that reaction acceptable, the other man glancing away from an aggressive gaze, and his sneer turns a little amused as he lets himself look the other man over. Hmm, not bad, not bad. Maybe he ought to say hello?

"I think you smell like you're new around here," he says, in a voice surprisingly rich and resonant and cultured, from where he is. If the new man wants to be in conversational range, he'll have to move himself. "Are you newly turned, or newly arrived, dog?"
[23:07]*Iroquois-Pliskin waits for his drink to be refilled, only to be spoken to, and- what?? He frowns, looking back at the other man. "Excuse me?" He asks, not really appreciating being just called that so openly. Fuckin' rude, dude. "I'm new in town, if that's what you're asking. Been in here before, but only once before, and I didn't stay long."
[23:10]*Vishia is indeed fuckin' rude, but his voice is pretty and deep and vaguely amused. "Interesting. Are you part of a pack?"[23:19]*Iroquois-Pliskin receives his refill, and takes another sip, but now he keeps his eyes on the other man. If he had his canine ears instead of human right now, they'd be twitching- that's quite a voice. "No. Never have been, doesn't really catch my interest." He says, though that youngish relative of his pops up in the back of his mind. "Why?"
[23:26]*Vishia smiles more, fangs showing, and beckons the other werewolf closer with a crooked finger. "Just curious. I'm a bit of a lone wolf type, myself, actually... " Because no one who gets to know him likes him, and no one who likes him has gotten to know him. "I've always found myself particularly disinterested in community goals. Isn't it much more fun to be free to do what you want?"
[23:30]*Iroquois-Pliskin glances around himself, frowning at the beckoning. He kinda doesn't wanna, just to be an ass, but he also has no reason not to. So he gets up, drink in hand, and moves over to sit on a stool beside the other werewolf. "Ahhh... I guess so?" He responds, not really sure if he likes the way this man is putting it. "I just want to be left alone, most of the time, as pathetic as that might sound."
[23:44]*Vishia looks pleased with the obedience, and smiles approvingly at the other werewolf. "But you're in a bar tonight. Does that mean you want company?"
[23:48]*Iroquois-Pliskin raises an eyebrow at the smile, but then lets it go, instead turning his face away and taking a sip of his whiskey before answering. "Maybe. Mostly, I wanted a change of scenery, instead of just drinking at home."

He refuses to admit out loud that MAYBE because something fun happened last time he was here, he might've been hoping for something similar.
[23:56]*Vishia Good news, Snake! You have another hot dude hitting on you! Vishia is just slightly more subtle about it than Volgin, so Snake will probably never, ever notice.

"I see," he says, and sips from his shotglass, the gold glinting brighter in his eyes. "It is the perfect night to be out and about. Did you see how round and full the moon was?"
[23:59]*Iroquois-Pliskin is absolutely never, ever going to notice unless this guy gets more obvious. He rolls his eyes, snorting in mild irritation. "Yeah, unfortunately." He says, a displeased look on his face. "Not looking forward to it. Gonna be my first full moon using aconite."

He also doesn't mention that it's going to be Christmas Day as well, which is already a sour point for him.
[0:06]Vishia: Ah, really? I'm going out of town, up to the Skagit River. The hunting's supposed to be good, this year.
[0:08]Iroquois-Pliskin: I've thought about that, but this isn't like Alaska, still too likely to run into someone. Don't really wanna risk it. And anyways, with the date, I just want to stay home with my dog.
[0:10]*Vishia asks, "Is that where you moved from?" then turns to the bartender, and asks her, "--Kamila, top up this handsome man's cup for me, will you? On my tab."
[0:12]*Iroquois-Pliskin ... has figured it out. Oh. He clears his throat, and nods. "Uhh, yeah. Lived up at Twin Lakes, in Lake Clark National Park. Pretty much no one around, just me and my huskies. I was a musher."
[0:16]Vishia: And you told me you didn't have an interest in packs! Did you ever do-- what's that race called, surely you know-- that big alaskan thing?
[0:22]*Iroquois-Pliskin actually brightens up a bit at that, straightening his back. "The Iditarod? Yeah, a few times. Was pretty much the highlight of my year, honestly." He says, and just talking about it, and the alcohol in his system, his tail decides to make an appearance, dangling over the edge of his seat and swaying slightly. "Anyways, I'm not sure if I'd consider my huskies a 'pack'..." He did consider them his big stupid family, though.
[0:27]*Vishia turns towards him, even more interested now that he's showing fur, and grins. "Were you and your dogs any good at it? Or was it just for fun?"
[0:30]*Iroquois-Pliskin's tail starts to wag more actively. Congrats, you have found a subject that pleases Pliskin. Vishia's date meter has increased! "I suppose we were alright- but it was mostly for fun. Which it absolutely was. Like I said- highlight of every year when I lived up there." He's not smiling, but he's still looking pretty pleased with himself, eye bright and not just because they're glowing. "The rest of the year was mostly just existing. Looking after the dogs, hunting, fishing, chopping wood... It was comfortable, with no one around."
[0:33]*Vishia laughs a little, and leans in to scratch behind Pliskin's still-human ear, confident and firmly. "And so you moved to Seattle? What a funny choice for you to make, handsome."
[0:36]*Iroquois-Pliskin frowns at the gesture- sure, it feels nice, but it's embarrassing and flustering and that is, in his opinion, not a good thing in a public place. He smacks the hand away. "Not like I had much of a choice." He says, bitterness in his voice. "Some people I have a bad history with found where I was living, and were making it too difficult to stay put. So I had to rehome most of my dogs and leave."
[0:45]*Vishia does not growl at being slapped away, but it is vaguely annoying, and the conversation is going straight from picking-up-a-dude chatter to tmi-for-a-first-date. He makes a vaguely sympathetic noise, though, pretending to be interested, and cheers the man up with, "Well, there's plenty of people around here who watch out for our kind. Even if you're not in a pack, Mr. Loner."
[0:49]*Iroquois-Pliskin snorts dismissively. "I don't need anybody to watch out for me." He says, maybe being a bit of an ass. "Least of all... 'our kind'. I'm fine."
[0:51]*Vishia thinks his fellow werewolf is really bad at being flirted with. Damn, man.

"Is there anything you do want from other werewolves?" he ask, and very deliberately bumps his knee against the man's. Hello! Werewolf here! Flirting with you!
[0:55]*Iroquois-Pliskin is absolutely terrible at being flirted at, whoops. Well, mostly... When the other man's knee bumps against his, he raises an eyebrow, his ears- it seems in the last minute they've shifted to the fluffy copper and cream husky ears- perk forward and his tail wags more.

"Never thought about it." He says, lowering his voice. "But... I guess there's less to worry about than with a human, huh?"
[0:59]*Vishia growls, pleased. Good grief, he was starting to think the other man was straight or something, but no, that's clearly something vaguely related to reciprocation. "Definitely," he agrees, even though he will have sex with pretty much anyone pretty enough for his taste and easy enough to manipulate into bed. "Maybe you should start thinking about it," he adds, and nudges their knees together again before pouring himself another shot of tequila.
[1:03]*Iroquois-Pliskin smirks, and maaaaybe nudges his knee back against Vishia's. "Mmmh, maybe I am, now." He says, then takes a gulp of his whiskey. "I'm guessing you might've already had something in mind...?"
[1:06]Vishia: "There's a motel just a couple blocks away," he says, and his voice is going all low and warm and intimate as he leans closer. "When I took my first good look at you, I thought to myself, 'I bet that man would look gorgeous tied on my knot and coming all over their sheets'..."
[1:11]*Iroquois-Pliskin was definitely expecting a proposition but maybe not that detailed, at least not right here, right at the bar, and his cheeks tint pink, ears turning back. But his tail wags harder, because wow, that... Actually sounds fun, and now that he thinks about it... "... I've never actually had sex with another werewolf." He says quietly, voice a low growl, though he doesn't quite finish the thought aloud: 'let alone taken a knot'. "But hey, first time for everything, right? I guess it's about time the situation was turned around on me, huh?"
[1:16]*Vishia will definitely agree with anything Pliskin has to say, if it means getting the man under him, and he grins a predatory grin. "I most certainly think so," he agrees, and pulls out a hundred dollar bill from his pocket, like some kind of rich dude or something. "Kam, get us squared away."
[1:17]Vishia: (Kamila will proceed to get them squared away.)
[1:20]*Iroquois-Pliskin has been thoroughly squared away, thanks Kamila. He may also have boggled slightly at the hundred dollar bill, kinda perplexed that someone could just throw that kind of money around. Well, whatever, they're getting out of here anyways. He downs the rest of his drink in a couple gulps, and starts fixing his scarf and jacket- most especially, stuffing his tail up the back of his parka and pulling his hood up over his ears.

"Alright, I'm set." He says, pulling on a pair of gloves before stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Mind showing me the way? I'm still figuring out where everything is around here."
[1:24]*Vishia doesn't mind one bit! He'll even put his hand on the small of Snake's back. "I don't mind in the least," he says, and leads Snake away and outside. Then he slides the hand down to Snake's ass. Hello, ass, aren't you nice? Vishia will make sure to treat you to a nice brutal fucking in a few minutes.
[1:27]*Iroquois-Pliskin sometimes wonders if it's weird that he's actually more comfortable being openly together with a man in public, than being a werewolf in public. Regardless, he snorts at the hand on his ass(that fantastic, perfect, round, muscular ass), his cheeks coloring slightly.

He doesn't have much to say, but he lights up a smoke, hoping the other guy won't mind if he smokes during the walk. He should finish it by the time they get to the motel.
[1:32]*Vishia doesn't mind too much, though he wrinkles his nose at the smell of it-- ugh, how can a dog stand to actually breathe that smoke in? He'll just have to make sure the man's too exhausted to smoke after they fuck.

The motel really is only a couple blocks away, and he tells Pliskin, "Wait here, I'll get us a room," leaving him outside while Vishia goes inside to get a key. It's only a couple minutes before he returns, grinning, and indicates the room at the end of the building. "We'll only have one neighbor to keep up with howling," he says, in dark good cheer, and pats Snake's ass, encouraging him along to the room.
[1:36]*Iroquois-Pliskin takes being left outside as his chance to finish the last few smokes of his cigarette, before tossing it on the ground when he sees Vishia approaching again, and crushing it under his boot. He smirks at the comment about howling, though he certainly hopes they don't end up bothering someone, that'd be kinda awkward. And anyways, he doesn't know about the other guy, but he's certainly not planning on doing any howling.

Still, he growls low, playfully, at the pat to his ass as he heads to their room, waiting to be let in since Vishia has the key.
[1:39]*Vishia will open the door, then! And announce, grandly, "Mi casa es tu casa," sweeping an arm to invite Snake in.

It's a pretty boring little room, but it looks clean, and the bed is definitely big enough for two men to fuck all over it, which is pretty much all Vishia needs from a room like this, and he's grinning a little, canines showing again.
[1:42]*Iroquois-Pliskin doesn't really care what the room looks like, so long as it's not a total sty. He flashes Vishia a half-smile, lip curling over sharp teeth of his own. And then he's pulling off his gloves, scarf and coat, tossing them aside to leave him in a black, long-sleeved cotton shirt.

"So..." He says, stepping close to the other man and, no longer hidden, his ears turn forward while he tail wags behind him. His voice is a low growl when he talks. "How d'you wanna go about this?"
[1:53]*Vishia's voice matches Snake's in growling, and he steps in towards the man, letting his own ears and tail come out. "I'm still trying to decide." The wagging of his tail is more sedate, but Vishia seems very confident in his space, casually herding Snake in towards the bed. "Maybe I'd like you on my lap, facing me, so I can put my teeth on your throat and my claws on your back and my hand around your cock? Or do I want you on your knees, so I can hold you by the tail and fuck you like a bitch in heat? Of course, instead of one of those, I could fuck you, hmm... right up against a wall, with your legs around me, gravity forcing you to take all of my cock in one go, keeping you stretched around my knot no matter how you squirm..."

His voice is going all rough and heated, but it still has that deep, delicious resonance, and the growl isn't going away, lingering even when he's not talking.
[2:00]*Iroquois-Pliskin doesn't think he appreciates a certain part of that commentary, but he is far too distracted with everything else Vishia has to say, not to mention the way he says it, his voice as smooth and delicious as dark chocolate, that he lets it slide this time. His tail wags faster and faster, and his tongue slips out for a moment to wet his lips hungrily as he considers the options.

"Most of those sound pretty damn good to me." He says, his own gravelly voice rumbling with a growl he just can't stop either. He doesn't even realize he's been herded towards the bed until he's already there, almost tripping backwards onto it before he catches himself and keeps upright. Well, with nowhere else to go, he might as well reach out to grab at the other man's elbows, pulling him closer to kiss and nip playfully at his jaw, not worrying so much about being gentle with his sharp teeth.

"Better make a decision fast, though." He whispers against Vishia's jaw, glowing blue eyes bright- and he's maybe already got a bit of hardness in the front of his pants.
[2:06]*Vishia say gross awful things? NEVER. (always)

"Well," he says, and kisses and nips back, planting his hands on either side of Snake's hips, "You're already on the bed facing me, so I'm thinking the first one might be fun. Mmmm, you have good teeth..." And he wasn't kidding about the teeth on the throat thing, either. Hey, Snake, enjoy the bite mark Vishia's going to leave on you!

[10:57]*Iroquois-Pliskin , meanwhile, IN THE PAST, gives low, playful growls in response to his nips being returned, the light stings on his lips sending excited tingles through his body, tail wagging. "Mnh... But I'm not on your lap ye- Ah!" He gives a startled noise when teeth, such powerful, sharp teeth latch onto his throat to leave a mark. He groans loudly, melting enough that it's almost a struggle to stay so perfectly still so his throat isn't torn any more than punctures through the skin, and he trembles with the effort. Small droplets of blood brim up around Vishia's teeth, and Pliskin's breathing goes uneven for several seconds.

"Nnngh, so do you..." He breathes, ears turning to the sides and going low, pleased and relaxed. His tail thumps hard against the bed, and he can definitely feel his cock sliding fully out from its sheath in his pants, sensitive flesh teased by the texture of his jeans, erection bulging his crotch slightly.
[11:13]*Vishia growls and grabs him by the ass and keeps his teeth there, digging into his throat, for what's maybe a few moments too long-- but damn, damn, this dog sure is willing to be bitten, and Vishia's own cock is definitely getting more and more interested in the action.

Slowly, Vishia releases the bite, and murmurs a wry "Thank you" at the compliment before licking up the blood. Delicious! He almost wants to tear the other man's throat out, gorge himself on blood and meat, but not quite as much as he wants to fuck a living moaning submissive toy of a dog. You get to live today, Snake! "And there's no point putting you in my lap if we've all still got pants on. How am I supposed to fuck you then?" He chuckles, low and dark, and bites the corner of Snake's jaw, right below where his earlobe would be if he still had human ears. "Unless you wanted to be my personal lapdog, a pretty little thing I can play with and show off to all my friends, collar and punish as I want..."

This is a super gross thing to say to another werewolf. Fucking demeaning, is what it is. Vishia don't give a fuck.
[11:24]*Iroquois-Pliskin shudders and sighs when his throat is finally released from the man's teeth, and gladly tilts his head to give Vishia a better angle to lap at his wound. He definitely has no damn clue that the werewolf he's with is seriously considering killing and apparently /eating/ him, which is probably a good thing to not realize. At least Vishia changed his mind...???

He's about to make some crack about getting the two of them out of their pants (and groaning softly at the bite to the sensitive joint of his jaw) but he's cut off by Vishia murmuring one hell of a tantalizing scenario with hot breath against his skin. And here, again, is more proof that Snake is a bit of a social failure of a werewolf, a product of his upbringing by humans trying to snap the werewolf out of him outside of the battlefield; Instead of feeling insulted, demeaned, like any other werewolf would, he feels like the kinky human he behaves like would. He thinks it's hot, some kind of master/pet, dom/sub scenario, and it makes him give a growling groan, his hips rocking up into the air, poor cock straining outside of its sheath. "Mnnnhh... Sounds like it'd be kinda hot." He whispers, and turns his head to nuzzle slightly against Vishia's jaw. "Not sure if you seem like the kinda guy to wanna keep someone around that much, though."
[11:32]*Vishia says, "What?" and pulls back a bit, dark eyes glowing in the room's light and looking genuinely surprised. "You..."

He's actually into the idea?

"... You're a strange one," he says, and runs his tongue over the tip of a canine, actually thinking about that. Shit, he'd look undefeatable, with a pet dog collared at his side, sucking his cock anytime he wanted, absolutely demeaned and debased like a pet... he'd look powerful.

Vishia's breathing is definitely getting harder and faster, and he answers, after a few moments of silence, "... I'd be willing to keep someone around if they were kneeling at my side," and curls one hand around the base of Snake's tail, and the other one slowly around his neck, "if they were a precious pet that I could keep to myself."
[11:42]*Iroquois-Pliskin doesn't see why he's so strange, and he raises an eyebrow at Vishia's reaction. Jeeze, he was the one suggesting it! Snake thinks he is being kinkshamed. Rude. Well, whatever weirdness came over the other werewolf, it seems to dissipate pretty quickly, judging by that look on his face, and-

"Nnnh..." Snake groans low, tilting his head back as a hand closes slowly around his neck, encouraging, and his tail goes stiff in Vishia's grip, though the tail still twitches in excitement. His legs start to squirm against the bed, and he grips at Vishia's arms, nails digging in. "Shit... I might like that sometime." He groans, bright blue eyes a bit hazy as he stares up at Vishia. "Maybe not all the time, I've got a life I gotta try to attend to, but... y'know. Might be fun."
[11:47]*Vishia breathes through his teeth, and presses his grasp more firmly around Snake's neck, and says-- doesn't ask-- "I'd put a choke chain on you, and ride your ass until you're stuffed with my come and knot, and make you stay there and tell me what a good owner I am," then orders, "Take off your pants, dog."
[11:57]*Iroquois-Pliskin gasps, mouth hanging open, at the tightening grip around his neck and oh, he'd really like more than that, maybe with more claws and nnngh. His whole body shudders from it, and from the things Vishia says he wants to do it him and yes, yes that sounds good, he'd like that, nnh- "Nnnngh..." He gives a loud, growling groan, and promptly does as he's told, tail twitching more. He fumbles with his fly, and growls loudly when the zipper gets jammed for a second, before he finally has it undone, and he's tugging his pants and underwear off at once, squirming against the bed and Vishia's hands until he can kick them, and his boots, off of his body. His shirt, a solid long-sleeve cotton tee, is still on but he's at least naked below the waist, human-canine fusion of a cock sticking straight up from its sheath, the heated crimson color contrasting against pale skin and cream fur.
[12:04]*Vishia growls, and chokes him more, fuck, does he has a masochist in his hands? His own cock is throbbing and hard as he can ever remember it being, and he digs his claws in before scratching Snake's throat, roughly, hard enough to break skin here and there. "Maybe I'll suffocate you with my cock, too," he growls, voice heavy and intent, "make you swallow it down your bruised and chained throat until you can't breathe, and let someone else take your ass, fuck you open and leave you so slick with their come that I can slide inside you with my knot already ready, and force you to take it, drag you down on it until it's forced inside you and you whimper for mercy. Do you like that, too, you filthy dog?"
[12:16]*Iroquois-Pliskin hisses at the claws against his neck, the way they catch on his skin and break it, blood oozing slowly in their wake. And the words, oh, God, it takes so much effort to concentrate on them when all he wants to do is melt away, but it's so worth it. His cock twitches, and with some effort against Vishia's hand, he manages to nod- yes, yes, he wants that, he does. He's spent a long, long time alone and he's not used to his body being wanted this badly and maybe once he would've balked at these suggestions, maybe even earlier this month, but not now, his mind is full of filth and his brain is in his groin and God, he wants this.

"Y-Yeah... Fuck, that sounds good." He breathes, and his hands slide away from Vishia's arms, and instead to his lower torso, and down to the front of his pants, eagerly trying to get the other man's pants open already. His tail's started wagging again, eager, thumping against the mattress. And with this other man just absolutely smothering the room, smothering him, with the heavy smell of Werewolf, he's having a harder and harder time resisting shifting- Pliskin's hands shift before his eyes, the shape of his fingers altered but still dextrous, rough pads on the undersides and his palm and cream fur up to his elbows, claws almost ripping Vishia's pants- his legs change, too, digitigrade and ending in paws, the toes of which curl with his desire and excitement.

"C'mon, stop teasing me already and actually back up your words," He growls, voice husky, "Don't just be all talk."
[12:20]*Vishia has discovered the filthiest dog in all of Seattle, and he loves it. "Call me master," he growls back, and lets go of Snake, planting his hands on either side of the half-transformed dog, pressing in close until his teeth are inches away from Snake's already brutalized throat, "and I'll fuck you like a filthy pup like you deserves to be."
[12:25]*Iroquois-Pliskin still doesn't think to see any of this as degrading! It's just kinky stuff, right? He's just here to have a good time, and so far, he really is. It's not like it actually reflects who he is out of the bedroom or anything. Probably. "Master." He says pointedly, voice low and growling and full of lust, and he punctuates it by popping open the button of Vishia's fly. Paw-hands are still usable as hands but damn, they are not nearly as deft as human hands and that can be frustrating when you're already hard as hell and struggling with someone's pants, but the zipper soon follows, with one of those nearly canine hands diving in to fish out the other werewolf's cock. "I want you to fuck me already, Master. Pin me down or against the wall or whatever you want, just- get on me, dammit."
[12:31]*Vishia quivers in barely-suppressed delight and triumph, and his transformation-- well, he seems to be going black-furred and dagger-toothed without much underlying structural change, but his tail is wagging slow and proud behind him, and his ears predator-intent, and he kisses the man in reward, biting his lip viciously and reaching down to help undo his pants. He does have a little tube of lube in one pocket, because he's almost always dtf all winter long, and he palms it before stepping out of his pants and backing off to strip off his shirt and underwear, too.

How much dick does Snake want today? Because let's say Vishia has that amount of dick, plus a little extra fattening it up, and he's gonna put all of that junk inside Snake.
[12:38]*Iroquois-Pliskin growls loudly, delighted at that biting kiss, though he's nearly disappointed when Vishia has to back off and take his hands off him. Though that gives him an opportunity to catch his breath, rubbing at his mouth with the back of his hand, staining some of the cream fur with a small streak of red from his lip. He probably wants a Reasonably Generous Amount of Dick because he's kind of a fucking pervert, and Pliskin tilts his head with a smirk as he watches Vishia strip, definitely pleased with what he's seeing.

He's forgotten that he himself is still in a shirt, but whatever, it doesn't matter, and he scoots backward, farther onto the bed, the paws and heels of his feet pressing against the mattress. He swipes his tongue over his upper lip and teeth, tail still thumping hard against the bed, and he looks pleased as punch that things are finally getting a move on.
[12:41]*Vishia grins back, all teeth and eyes and slow, aggressive wagging, and tells him, "I want to see the hole I'm going to be filling, dog. Spread your legs and show me."
[12:44]*Iroquois-Pliskin tilts his head again, ears turning forward and that smirk on his face growing. "Face up or face down, Master?"
[12:47]*Vishia hesitates for a moment, licking his chops lips, then decided, "Up. I want to see your face when I choke you, pet." He rests a hand on Snake's thigh, and then claws through the fur, his cock twitching and violently crimson against his own dark, dark skin and fur.
[12:51]*Iroquois-Pliskin does as he's told, then, laying back against the bed and spreading those gorgeous muscular thighs, knees bent and feet planted against the mattress. After some shifting around, his tail now free to wag against the bed from between his legs, he angles his hips up with a roll and an arch of his back, hoping to give Vishia an even better view. "How's that?"
[12:59]*Vishia growls and all but lunges forward, curling a clawed paw-hand (when did that happen?) around the back of Snake's knee and biting the inside of his thigh, viciously and eagerly, teeth scraping through fur and his entire body feeling like it's crackling with heat and aggression and need--

He stops biting Snake, and instead bites the lube open, squeezing the tube empty against Snake's hole and viciously pressing two of his thick fingers through the slickness into Snake's ass, not being even slightly careful with his claws. Then he's back to biting, teeth harsh on the flesh of Snake's thighs and hips, gentler but still rough on his cream-furred sheath, scraping and furiously possessive across his ribs and nipples. Good dog, good dog, Vishia's going to fuck you until you can't even whimper.
[13:07]*Iroquois-Pliskin actually makes a funny noise at the hand against the back of his knee (shhh, he's ticklish there, no one must know) and clenches his thigh and calf together, only to promptly be distracted by teeth and claws against his thighs, as far up as his fur has appeared, cream below the knees and on the inside of his thighs, and copper around the outer side, though there's quickly getting to be red stains among the cream as Vishia has his way.

Pliskin bites at his already sore and still slightly bleeding lip, ignoring the sting of his own teeth, as he watches the nearly feral man before him literally tear open a bottle of lube, groaning at the sight and then louder at the cool feeing of lubricant pooling against his ass. But that's swiftly forgotten when two clawed fingers shove deep into him and ow, ow, fuck, that stings but it's fine, it's good, and he spreads his thighs open further, welcoming and eager for Vishia's teeth and claws, wanting more. "Mmmmh, f-fffuck... Shit!" He snarls between his teeth, breathing quick and uneven already cock twitching. "C-C'mon, Master, mnnnhh...!"
[13:15]*Vishia replies by shoving his fingers deeper into Snake, then rocking them back and forth for just a moment-- then dragging them back out, and using them to steady his twitching cock as he shoves the pointed head through as much lube as possible before pressing it against Snake's ass, teeth closing around Snake's collarbone and free hand grabbing the back of his thigh, pushing it up towards his chest, so Vishia can get a knee under Snake, keep his hips angled up and fuckable as he makes his first thrust, hard and demanding and definitely gone as close to feral as possible. Vishia seems to have lost his words, just snarling and growling as he pumps his hips, forcing his way inside the other man, teeth falling closer and closer to Snake's neck as Vishia works more of his thick cock inside of him.
[13:23]*Iroquois-Pliskin whines and squirms with impatience and need as Vishia fingers him open, but thankfully, that doesn't last long, and soon enough the slick tip of the other werewolf's cock is pressing up against him. But even before Vishia actually pushes into him, he's held in place by teeth below his neck and his leg shoved up roughly to his chest, and fuck, he feels vulnerable and awfully exposed, but he's loving it.

And he loves it even more when his fellow werewolf finally just pushes forcefully into him, stretching him wide around him and making Snake yelp in pain and delight, his head tilting back just in time for Vishia's teeth to start trailing up to his throat as he fucks hard into him, working him open hard and rough and fuck, fuck- Snake bucks his hips into a thrust, taking a couple inches more than he would have, making him snarl with pleasure. "F-Fuck... Come onnn! All of it, Give me all of it..!"
[13:28]*Vishia snarls, and bites Snake hard and dangerously close to really, really important blood vessels, and shoves in and keeps on shoving in, forcing every inch of his cock into the filthy dog, the dog who wants to be hurt and punished and choked and bled, fuck--and then he's in, as deep as he can go, and he jostles his hips, growling deeply and bringing up his freed hand to close it around Snake's throat again, right below his chin, so Vishia can still lap up blood.
[21:33]*Iroquois-Pliskin finally actually whimpers, and with Vishia's teeth at his throat like this, he's so vulnerable, too vulnerable, and it's a very very good thing he doesn't know anything about the other man's genuine temptation to literally rip his throat out. Regardless, Snake is practically dizzy with pleasure and pain- the latter of which just translates to more pleasure. He's full, so full, feeling Vishia's hips press hard against his ass and all of the other werewolf's cock inside of him.

"F-Fuck..." He whispers, slightly strained under Vishia's hand, tail still wagging beneath them, "That-That's good...! Nnnhh..."
[21:45]*Vishia growls louder and harder and licks his way up past his hand, to nip and snarl at the man's fuzzy ears, to choke him harder and rock his hips insistently and to bite at Snake's already-injured lips, gone about as feral as a werewolf can go without going the full woof.

Sure, Vishia wants Snake to be his dog, but Vishia's still a violent, hungry wolf, and when he rolls his hips again he makes a decidedly wolf-like noise, low and growling and like the start of a howl.
[21:53]*Iroquois-Pliskin yelps again when Vishia rolls his hips up into him, and though he tries his damndest to retain as much 'human-ness' as he can, it's not quite working when he's surrounded on all sides by so fucking much werewolf, and so though that yelp started off as a very human sound, it ends sounding decidedly canine. But he's swiftly getting too far gone to really notice or get embarrassed.

His paw-hands clutch at Vishia, clawing at his bicep, and he does his best to roll his hips in response, wanting more, more movement, more friction, wanting the other werewolf to really fuck him...! "C-C'mon... please!!" He snarls, ice blue eyes glowing bright despite the haze behind half-lidded eyes, "M-Master, please..."
[22:03]*Vishia growls again, and grins, and chuckles, dark and low and hungry. What a good dog, begging for his knot...

Vishia lets go of Snake's throat and sits up, and grabs his other leg, pressing it up against the man's chest until he can get the knee over his shoulder-- and the man's other leg over his shoulder-- and then he digs his paws in, claws vicious, to hold them there, so Snake has to take it when he pulls back and slams inside Snake, like a wave crashing down on a shore, unstoppable and violent.
[22:17]*Iroquois-Pliskin wasn't expecting Vishia to put his other leg up like the first, but he's not surprised either, just making low growly groaning noises as he does, the movements making the other man's cock shift inside of him teasingly. But it's fine, since as soon as his legs are over the other werewolf's shoulders, Vishia, his 'master', pounds hard into him make him yelp again, and again, and again, more and more canine each time, the claws against his legs keeping him grounded enough to not fad away into a vague sense of pleasure, to stay in the moment, to stay so hyperaware of every sensation inside of him.

Snake's yelps occasionally have noises between them, too, mainly gasps and attempted growls and snarls that almost always fade immediately into desperate whimpers. "Ah! Ahh!! Mnh- Fu- Ah! Fuck!"
[22:24]*Vishia has never had another werewoof just give in to him like this, so eager and desperate and yelping with pleasure as he fucks them as brutally as he can, and he can't help but approve, pressing forward again, bending the man almost in half to press his hands against his throat-- both of them, this time, claws pricking against the front of his neck and splayed in sharp rows down the back-- and start being really, really serious about choking him. How long will he whimper for more? Does he even have a limit? What if Vishia fades him in and out, so he gets lost in a haze of fucking, so he comes all over himself gasping beneath Vishia's claws, what if Vishia ruins his neck and he can't breathe right for weeks, and every hoarse breath he takes reminds him of how filthy and submissive he is, how much dignity he gave up wanting a cock inside him, how much control his master had--

Vishia is not going to stop thrusting, by the way, not with thoughts like that rattling between his ears.
[22:37]*Iroquois-Pliskin groans very loudly when he's bent over, thankful he's terribly flexible, and louder still when hands, both of them and full of claws, come to his neck. And this time to really squeeze, cutting off his pleasured noises with a gasp. Yelps are replaced with needy, desperate whimpers as Vishia continues to fuck him while choking him, though it's really too bad that he can't buck his hips up into him in this position. And soon enough, his vision starts to really blur as he grows light-headed, and now finally things are starting to haze and blend together into a cloud of sensation. He claws at Vishia's arms, his cock throbbing against his belly, and he opens his mouth to try and speak, but nothing comes out but a needy wheeze. "H..! Hhh!!"
[22:48]*Vishia cannot decide if he's going to be a non-asshole person, and let up, or-- haha no he's going to be an asshole and keep on choking Snake, though no harder than he already is, panting and growling and knot just starting to swell-- he still pulls out, and then forces it back in, stretching Snake viciously until he can't do it anymore, and then he keeps on rocking and pressing inside the other man--

Then he loses his balance a bit, eyes slittled nearly-closed as he pants and bays lowly with pleasure, planting his hands to either side of the man's head and leaning down to kiss him, to bite him, to kiss him more and more, what a good and perfect filthy little mutt he is.
[22:54]*Iroquois-Pliskin's vision starts to gradually go spotty with white, not clearing no matter how much he blinks as he struggles harder and harder to get any amount of air past the pressure on his throat, clawing harder and harder against Vishia's arms, he can't breathe, he can't breathe-! He's only vaguely aware of how hard the other man is still fucking him, how wide he's being stretched around that growing knot forcing itself in and out of his ass, but then, then finally..!

"Hahh!!" He gasps for breath as soon as the pressure lets up, hard enough to make himself cough, at least until teeth and lips press hard against his, and he's instead struggling to breathe between kisses and bites, and automatically he starts kissing and biting back, giving off quiet, canine whimpers whenever he can manage it. And then finally he becomes aware of the fact that he's plugged up with the other man's knot, though it still moves and rocks inside of him, and he gives a low, hoarse, soft groan.
[23:06]*Vishia's arms are gonna look pretty damn impressive tomorrow, though not as impressive as Snake's throat, damn.They're going to be quite the set, aren't they? And they'll both have teeth marks around their mouths, it seems like-- not that Vishia minds, the bites making him whine back and squirm more desperately against Snake, the first heavy drops of come spilling out of his cock.
[23:15]*Iroquois-Pliskin is suddenly hyperaware of everything again, enough for every sting of pain, every twinge of pleasure, and each make him shudder and shiver and whimper as much as the other. He gasps through his nose, kissing Vishia hard, teeth clicking against the other man's, as he suddenly feels the heat of Vishia's cum inside of him. Shakily, he drags one hand away from the other werewolf's arm, claws dragging along the way, and he does his best to worm his hand between his legs and his torso. But it's difficult, in this position, and all he manages to do is just paw desperately at what he can reach of his cock, rough pads against sensitive flesh.

And yet that, with the pressure and heat inside of him, and the pain around his neck and heated, bloodied lips against his own equally bloodied, is enough to send him right over the edge. His own knot swells uselessly, and not quite as much as Vishias, and his own spunk starts to spill against his chest. He gives a slightly strangled and terribly canine noise against Vishia's lips, warbling and hoarse, his ears turned back and tail stiff and twitching against the bed.