Mopuro (info here
Slash!, language, eventual smut and M rating
Don't own. No profit.
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He expected yelling, swearing or hollering. He expected to be shoved away and examined like he needed to be on display in some circus. Disgust, anger, outrage... he expected all three or any one of them along with a certain number of other emotions or exclamations; all of them bad. His heart threatened to break in his chest but it refrained at least as the fear that washed through him outweighed everything else. Now Buck reacted, pushing Ezra against the wall with a small show of force. Here it comes, the pinned man thought, closing his eyes tight expecting blows any second.
Instead, that hot, hard erection was pressed back to his rear. Buck growled softly and humped his hips against his captive. His fingers toyed with the furry ear as his now free hand lowered, sliding up under the night shirt. That warm hand pet one muscular thigh, tickling its way upward until it found its intent. Ezra gasped, feeling that warm hand stroking his soft member, petting and tugging with a silent urgency. Shock rushed through his body, his legs spread on their own accord, welcoming the touch.
"You sure are pretty, Ezra." Buck whispered against his neck. "You know, for a cocky son of a bitch."
Ezra wanted to speak, to scream, to moan, he wasn't sure but he wanted to make some noise and failed to do so.
"You know how good you look on my bed in my nightshirt, hmm?" Buck took a slight nip at his neck, lowering his hand to fondle the plump treasure that hung slightly lower.
"M-mule..?" Ezra rasped, finally getting something, anything to come out. He hardened slowly at Buck's persistent hand, still expecting a nasty reaction. His heart was hammering so loudly in his chest he thought it might wake the dead. His tail rebelled, wanting to twitch at the wonderful ministrations that were being played between his legs. It uncurled from his body, poking back into Buck who froze.
"Whooo I hope that's a tail," Buck whispered, his hand lowering and gently petting down Ezra's thigh. "Mmm then again, maybe I don't."
"Are you going to let me go?" Ezra asked, closing his eyes tight feeling the fear claw at his throat. Maybe he was dreaming? Oh God, he could be in so much trouble right now. He didn't realize he was actually trembling.
"Are you insane?" Buck laughed heartily, turning the man so now his back was against the wall. He held Ezra's wrists pinned, trying to stare deep into his eyes, unaware how scared the other man was. "Let you go? Why would I do a fool thing like that?" With extra effort he pulled himself away, leading Ezra from the hall toward his bedroom. They needed to be somewhere a little more private for this. The only thought on Buck's mind at the moment was getting Ezra back to the bed, laying him out and exploring every inch of his body. He hadn't even considered the negative aspects of his discovery. Once inside, he shut the door behind them and finally was able to take the Mopuro in fully with the light.
He looked just like a regular man, Buck had wondered about Ezra's tooth though; it did seem a little longer and sharper like a fang. He would have mentioned it but it seemed silly at the time. He also hadn't been sure if it was his mind playing tricks on him, maybe just a little too hopeful to discover Mopuro. He hadn't been sure what to expect but now he cocked his head and looked at the two pointy, slightly rounded ears with a smile on his face. The ears were a dark copper color, similar to the man's hair but dark enough to contrast and make them visible.
Ezra shrank back toward the bed, hunched slightly in his posture, watching Buck approach him filled with apprehension. Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes. He whined slightly, backing up until his knees hit the edge of the bed behind him.
"I knew you had furry ears under that damn hat!" Buck smiled, rather pleased with himself. "You're a Mopuro, aren't you?"
He got silence as an answer. Why agree? There was no use arguing it now. He thought about using his claws, if he scratched Buck across the face he could get out the window. Though as Buck stepped closer, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He didn't want to hurt Buck at all.
"Now," Buck stopped a few inches in front of him. "I've been dying to do this and finally here's my chance."
He's going to punch me, Ezra thought, coiling tight inwardly as Buck grabbed him. If he were thinking a little more clearly, if fear wasn't clouding his judgment he would be able to smell Buck's intentions. As it were, he only feared for his life and groaned in surprise when a moustached set of lips pressed almost violently to his own. Ezra stood stock still, eyes wide, trying to stare at the man who held him tight and was kissing him passionately. He was too shocked to react at first, until those big, warm hands slid back up his nightshirt. When he felt Buck gripping his ass, kneading the cheeks and pulling them apart only to mash them back together, his mouth opened in protest. How dare the Mule... His train of thought died. His open mouth merely invited that warm, marauding tongue and now Buck was drilling it in and out of his mouth, caressing and fondling his ass and humping himself against him. Ezra groaned, melting loosely until the only thing holding him up was the rather uncouth and horny Mule doing such wonderful things to his body.
There had been another time; it seemed so long ago when Ezra had been a little careless. He'd been discovered, outed as it were and the situation did not go like this at all. There'd been pain, violence, abuse, starvation, his fang... He thought to his missing tooth when Buck's tongue hungrily ran over the gold tooth that had replaced it. One of his fangs had been yanked from his mouth, nothing to dull the pain, just cracked and pulled from his jaw as some sort of sick souvenir.
"I'm gonna eat you alive." Buck whispered, groaning into the hot mouth that now seemed to willingly accept his tongue's invasion. "I'm going to put my mouth on you and suck until you can't see straight." his mouth went for Ezra's neck, kissing it hungrily.
"Wh-what about my ears...a-and tail?" Ezra panted, trying to make sense of what exactly was happening here, melting against the big man all the same. His mind spun in every direction. Why wasn't Buck hitting him? Why wasn't he disgusted?
"Mmm I'll suck those too if you want, but first I want your big, juicy co-" Buck was suddenly tackled from behind. He gasped in surprise, not having heard anyone else enter the room. There was a struggle and suddenly the big man went down, finding himself pinned under a short, rather angry looking dark haired, dark eyed young man.
"I'll break every bone in your body!" the boy hissed, glaring down at him. Another Mopuro?
"What the hell..?" Buck stammered, his body still trying to figure out how it went from pleasure to danger in less than a second.
"JD, w-wait..." Ezra sat on the edge of the bed, feeling suddenly light headed. The emotions of the moment and memories of the past flooded his mind, making it so very hard to think.
"Are you alright Ezra? I couldn't wait anymore." JD began to explain as suddenly the bedroom door kicked open, Chris entered cautiously, guns drawn pointed at JD who still pinned Buck to the floor.
"Buck, you alright? What the hell is going on?"
"The hell if I know." Buck cried, squirming. Despite the possible danger of the situation he found himself mostly disappointed he wasn't still kissing Ezra.
"I'll tell you what's going on," JD cried, not at all bothered by the two guns that were trained on him. "This big horny oaf was trying to rape my friend!"
"Buck," Chris frowned, noticing the furry ears that sat atop the boy's head, and the similar pair that poked from Ezra's hair. Alright then.
"Rape?!" Buck looked aghast. "I wasn't going to rape anyone. What the hell do you take me for?"
"A horny, lecherous bastard, I can smell what you're thinking! When I came in I saw you with your hands all over him and your big, perverted tongue in his mouth!"
"He wanted it!" Buck defended, throwing a look at Ezra who looked a little pale. "I mean, I think he did. He didn't tell me to stop, and anyways, I wouldn't force myself on anyone. There's never really been a need to-"
"Shut up!" JD shouted, tightening his grip on Buck's wrist, interrupting the man. "You been tryin' all week to get his hat off and see if he were a Mopuro. Well guess what? He ain't, not a whole one anyways. Ezra's only half but now your stupid antics have got you a whole Mopuro to deal with. How do you like that?!"
Despite the situation Buck chuckled. "Whole? You? Boy, you're no bigger than a peanut."
Chris carefully put his guns away, not seeing a threat, not a serious one anyways. On the one hand, he really wasn't surprised by the revelation. Ok, so there were Mopuro and Ezra was half - now they had this boy to deal with. But what's worse, whatever was happening in the room beforehand had the kid all riled up. "Buck," he tried, wetting his lips carefully. "What exactly was going on in here?"
"He was forcing himself on Ezra!" JD cried, tattling to Chris like he was their father.
"Ezra?" Chris tried to keep his patience intact; Buck didn't seem to be offering up any information. He simply lay on the floor with the Mopuro on top of him, blinking slowly, looking between the kid and Ezra. Why did it always seem that Buck would gangle his way into trouble and Chris would have to come sort it out?
"Mr. Wilmington," Ezra began, swallowing hard. He felt so dizzy and hot, he really could not withstand anymore scares this evening. His jaw worked as he tried to think of how to word exactly what went on, his tongue rubbed over his gold tooth rapidly at the memory. "He discovered my ears in the hallway."
"Ok," Chris nodded. "Then what happened?"
"He," Ezra eyed Buck a moment, looking down at his lap, the poor man was flustered. "He brought me back into this room. I thought," he whispered the rest. "I thought he meant to hurt me."
Buck stopped struggling, throwing a worried look at Ezra. "Hurt you? Me?!"
"I was terrified at first." Ezra admitted, twisting his nightshirt. "I thought once he discovered what I was, what I am," he corrected. "He would, that you would both..."
"They ain't gonna hurt you, Ezra." JD growled. "I won't let anyone hurt you again. They ain't gonna hurt any Mopuro and it's not your fault they found out. This guy forced himself on you!"
The pieces began to form a picture that Chris could easily see now. He thought, choosing his words slowly. "Look you two; I don't care if you're half human, half werewolf or whatever. I took you onto my Ranch as an injured man, Ezra."
"You ain't gonna hurt him!" JD threatened. "I won't let you sell him off as some freak and if you think you're gonna take me instead, you got another thing comin!"
The severity of the situation seemed to dawn on Buck and Chris at the same time. Sell them off? Of course. If they could prove Mopuro existed it would be very profitable. No wonder the creatures had to be so cautious around humans.
"The last thing we want to do is draw any sort of attention to this matter." Chris kept his voice calm. "If we sell you off, these hills would fill up faster than a boomtown."
"And why should you care about that?" Ezra asked, just as cautious as Chris was being.
"This is my land and my Ranch, I worked hard for it and I intend to keep it peaceful, any way I have to." He could have cursed himself for not talking to Josiah about his suspicions. A lot of people would see the opportunity here, the money that could be made. Mopuro had to keep quiet, to keep hidden. He could have talked to Buck if he had known, told the man to drop it. He eyed Ezra, seeing how pale the man looked finally. From JD's reactions, it appeared the half breed had already been in some trouble with this.
"Why should we believe you?" JD narrowed his eyes.
"Because I'm going to let you walk out that door and go back to bed like none of this ever happened." Chris stepped back, gesturing toward the open bedroom door.
Ezra looked up sharply, his lips parted. Chris looked serious, honest; he couldn't smell a hint of a lie to the man. Larabee was proud, not the type to make money exploiting others.
"Well," JD frowned, pouting slightly. It was obvious the young Mopuro could smell that Chris was telling the truth as well. "What about him? He was going to rape Ezra!"
"It's ok, JD." Ezra blushed. "You can get off him."
"I wasn't entirely unwilling." Ezra admitted, blushing at the questioning look Chris gave him and the relieved smile that spread across Buck's face.
"See, kid?" Buck shoved the surprised JD off of him, clambering to his feet. "Ol' Buck would never rape someone."
"You wanted him to do those things?" JD's mouth hung open in surprise. "You wanted him to..." he stammered. "To touch you like that?"
"I don't know, Mr. Dunne. I was just glad he wasn't trying to strangle me at the time."
Buck looked hurt. Is that all it was?
"I'm going back to bed." Chris shook his head, backing out of the room slowly. If Buck thought his chores for hurting Ezra were bad, wait until he saw the load he'd get for this mess. He hoped the hours went by quickly tonight, he had a lot to talk about with Josiah.
Ezra looked flustered. "JD, I appreciate you coming in to rescue me; I truly am in your debt. I need to talk to the Mule alone for a little while, if I may."
"Ezra but...” JD pouted, putting his hand on the half breed's shoulder. "You're scared."
"I know." Ezra chewed his lip momentarily with his remaining fang, looking into the caring brown eyes that bore into his gaze. "But I have to ask him some things. I have to know."
"Alright, but if he tries anything..?" JD shoved Buck hard, glaring up at him. "I'm watching you, Mister. I got my nose on you." with that, JD slinked back to the window, glaring at Buck the whole time, silently slipping out into the night.
This left Buck and Ezra alone in the bedroom, the air thick with tension. Buck stood a moment, feeling stupid that he had scared Ezra so badly, but he was sure, no, he really hoped that the other man hadn't merely been grateful of his safety and that's the only reason that...
"You really have no intention of turning a profit from your discovery?" Ezra asked, looking at the warm, white blanket he knew smelled of Buck. "I have your word and honor as a gentleman?"
Buck crossed the room in two strides, kneeling at the edge of the bed. "I won't tell a soul, hell, I wouldn'ta even told Chris but he walked in."
"He's your best and closest friend." Ezra scoffed, looking up into the dark blue gaze that stared so intently at him. "You think I can honestly believe that you'd..."
"I wouldn't lie to Chris, but I wouldn't run off and shout it on the mountain tops either. Do you think I don't know what they'd do to you if someone were to find out? Do you think I want anyone to do that to you?" He hadn't thought of those things until this moment though, when they had crashed on him, lying on the floor under JD he could have kicked himself.
Ezra felt his veins burn with fire then fill with ice. Those things had happened to him. Hell, he'd barely made it out with his tail and the idea of going through anything like that again, the idea that JD could have to go through something like that...
"It's not myself I'm worried about," Ezra admitted, and it was mostly true. "I'm nothing much, a half breed, not important as far as Mopuro go. If I am all that is available, I'll do, but if they were to get their hands on young Mr. Dunne or anyone else because of me..."
"Not important?" Buck took Ezra's hands in his own. "Let me tell you how crazy you drove me this week. I've been schemin and tryin to get that damn hat off and see your ears because I knew they were there, I just knew it! But don't think I wasn’t enjoyin' spendin' time with you in the meanwhile. I guess I wasn't thinkin' with the right head there. It was like a game and I enjoyed tryin' to catch you though uh," Buck smirked, breaking eye contact a moment. "My intentions of what I was going to do with you once I caught you have always been the same."
"Let me see if I can't make sense of this, the whole time you only wished to prove yourself right? You intended to see my ears and leave it at that?"
"Well, no," Buck suckled the corner of his moustache into his mouth, getting up to sit on the bed next to Ezra. "As far as the ears go yes, but as far as my intentions went, I think those were pretty clear earlier before that bag of hellfire you called JD busted in here. Only though, if you were willing, and I thought you were."
"It was a bit of a shock."
"Come on now," Buck whispered, his eyes lidding as he leaned closer. "You can't even tell me you had no idea this whole while that I was interested. What about the tub?"
"Even if I had, it would have amounted to nothing. You see with my rather telltale traits," Ezra turned, pointing to the tail that poked from his nightshirt. "The occasions on which I can find comfort in the arms of another are rare, and few and far between."
So that's why it had been so long for the man. Being presented with Ezra's backside once more, Buck couldn't help but inch closer and rub his hands up those warm thighs, under the loose cotton. His brain scolded himself but his cock throbbed happily between his legs. What naughty hands he had, they just didn't listen.
"Mule," Ezra warned, freezing in place.
"Sorry, can I... I just wanna see it." Buck didn't wait for permission. He flipped the edge of the nightshirt up over Ezra's back, gasping and smiling at the sight of the tail that greeted him. It was the same dark copper color as his ears, reminding him of a Puma tail in its length and shape. He laughed in delight a moment, then groaned softly and bit his lip. Ezra was naked after all, bent and leaned over slightly, showing Buck his naked rear. The rest of the blood that somehow hadn't gone south travelled there fast now, so fast it hurt and caused Buck to groan in pain. He wanted to reach out and grip purchase on those well muscled cheeks once again, but somehow had the will power to move his hand toward the tail instead, petting the fur gently. He stroked that tail through his fingers, smoothing his hands down the length. It was softer than he'd imagined.
Ezra breathed hard, trying to gather his thoughts. No human had ever touched his tail so nicely before. Buck wasn't pulling back with the repulsion he expected of this encounter if it ever happened. No, on the contrary, he could smell Buck's arousal all over again. The scent alone made his cheeks blush and he was glad he was facing the other way so the Mule couldn't see.
"I'd ask if it wagged when you were feelin' happy but I felt it earlier so, uh," Buck grinned with impish delight. "I think I know the answer to that."
"You aren't disgusted?" Ezra's voice was so small and soft, Buck had to strain to hear it.
"Disgusted? Why would I be?" Buck shimmied closer, happy as a clam. He let both hands rub and smooth over Ezra's thighs and ass, wanting very much to kiss a trail all over the area. "Your tail is real nice."
"What happens now?" Ezra felt unusually reticent, but a lot had happened within the last twenty minutes or so. His mind was spinning and while he had felt fear, deep down he knew Buck was no threat to him. Chris either. If he were to be honest with himself he had been more worried about JD, as he was full blooded but perhaps Mr. Larabee had been telling the truth. Neither he, nor Buck seemed to seek fame or fortune. If the men had wanted a loud, boisterous and fast paced life, they certainly would not have chosen this particular locality in which to build their dwelling. So what would they have to gain by telling anyone what they now knew? Ezra was aware that there were actually quite a number of humans that were familiar with Mopuro, and they interacted on a regular basis. In fact, he'd bet his left boot Josiah Sanchez was one of these humans.
"What would you like to have happen?" Buck teased, hoping to clear some of the tension between them. He had a good hunch that Ezra had enjoyed their rather intimate touches, his gut instincts on that had never led him astray before. With a small prayer he leaned forward, hoping he wasn't misconstruing the situation. "You still need to rest that ankle." he whispered the words against the back of Ezra's thigh, letting his moustache tickle the sensitive flesh there.
A small respire delighted his ears and he was pleased to see the skin prickle from his touch.
"Am I welcome to stay and continue my recovery or would it be best if I were to continue on my way?"
"I think it'd be best if we got rid of this nightshirt." Buck breathed, letting his hormones take control of his actions once more. He shifted closer to the man who was on his hands and knees, wrapping his arms around his waist while nuzzling his lower back.
Ezra panted momentarily, trying to gather his thoughts and wits. "You really are a mule, is this all you can think about? We have ourselves in a rather exigent situation that affects the well being of more than one individual. I'm trying to impress upon you how significant this all is, I'm in shock sir, and you merely wish to disrobe me?"
"Uh," Buck shook his head to clear it, but did not pull back. "If you had the same view as me right now, pard; a man shouldn't look so good displayed like this. My fire was stoked earlier and it ain't easy for me to back off it once it's gotten goin', if you know what I mean."
"Are you trying to imply that you are too lascivious to think straight?"
"That mean horny?"
"In a word, yes." Ezra couldn't help but grin. He felt himself calming down, it seemed, at least for now, the one thing the Mule had on his mind was of no danger to himself, JD or the others. But Lord, once someone started Buck, there seemed to be no way to turn him off.
"What am I supposed to do when you're on your hands and knees in front of me, your nightshirt flipped up lookin' like you're offerin' something I am verrrrry interested in having," Buck wet his lips, trying to tear his eyes away from that pert ass that just seemed to be screaming for him.
"Allow me to rectify the situation at hand then." Ezra attempted to pull away and turn back around.
Buck held him in place with a slight whimper. "Don't go doin' that, I'm enjoyin' the view."
"Yes, well while you're star gazing back there, I find myself wishing to nestle deeply under the blankets."
"Cold, Mr. Wilmington. This may be the desert but the air can still be rather biting once the evening comes."
Buck let go his hold but simply gathered the man in his arms, pulling him into a proper, smothering hug. He squeezed the Mopuro tight, eliciting a squawk of protest.
"Let me warm ya up then." his big hands rubbed up Ezra's back, trailing up his neck into his hair. He scrunched his fingers, petting softly, massaging his scalp before caressing the silky smooth ears there.
Ezra tried to protest but suddenly melted against the warm body that held him. He buried his face into the crook of Buck's neck, moaning softly, that felt beyond heavenly. He writhed against the big man, knowing they needed to have a serious conversation, and his wariness hadn't edged off completely. He still felt entirely disjointed from reality, like he were watching the scene unfold from somewhere outside his body. Those teasing hands were pulling him back however.
"You like that, huh?" Buck whispered, petting those ears earnestly. His other arm wrapped around the Mopuro tight, petting and warming his back.
"Ah do." Ezra whispered into Buck's ear. This act was very sensual to a Mopuro and his scalp and ears were very sensitive. He wished the Mule would do it all night long for him.
"Your ears are soft." Buck answered, rubbing his hand a little further down the other man's back, massaging his lower back muscles gently. "Damn, you're like a little peach. Furry, soft, juicy and sweet; hey, Southern too!"
Ezra blushed at that, unable to stop writhing against the warm body that held him. He nuzzled his face insistently against Buck's neck and ear, panting into it harshly. His hips drove his groin against Buck's thigh, he wasn't hard but it felt nice. One hand gripped the bottom of Buck's shirt in a tight fist, the other held onto the man's shoulder for dear life.
"Mr. Wilmington," Ezra opened his lidded eyes, staring into the dark locks of Buck's hair, shifting his gaze to the man's ear. "You won't..."
"Please don't hurt me, Buck." Ezra whispered, holding on tighter to Buck.
Buck felt his heart breaking at the small plea. He wrapped both arms around Ezra, squeezing him tight. "I won't hurt you, Ezra." he whispered, letting his hands soothe. "I won't let anybody hurt you because of what you are."
"Ah want to stay here, Buck. Can Ah stay with you for a little while?" he felt unnaturally vulnerable, holding on so tight.
Ezra Standish, he scolded internally, you are no shrinking violet, sir. You unhand that Mule, get to your feet like a good strong gentleman and take care of yourself, do you hear me?
"You can stay with me for a long while." Buck answered, noting the emotion in the Mopuro's voice. "You still got healin' to do." Physically and emotionally, he thought. The idea that someone had hurt this man before made his eyes water. Buck knew the type, that type of man.
Growing up in a whore house, Buck had seen the after affects of violence and stupidity. Men would beat the ladies, hurt them, use them, and sometimes cut them or worse. There was no reason for it, sometimes it was macho pride, other times, he had to figure the men were just downright evil. In fact, the first man Buck had ever gunned down had been over the treatment of a lady.
Now Ezra, what if one of those evil men had gotten a hold of him? With his ears and tail... what had someone done to him?
"Did," he swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. "Did somebody hurt you?"
Ezra exhaled, closing his eyes tight. "Yes but, it wasn't anyone I had trusted. I let my guard down when I shouldn't have. I was captured and held prisoner if you will, while my jailors tried to decide what to do with me."
"They didn't," Buck felt his heartbeat slowing as he filled with dread. "They didn't force themselves on you, did they?"
"Lord no," Ezra pulled back, looking down into the dark blue eyes that stared back at him. He was surprised with the gaze that met his, Buck's eyes were filled with pain and hurt, looking like he were almost threatening to cry. "No one would put their hands on a filthy creature such as myself. To the majority of humans I am something to be displayed, not revered."
"Oh Ezra," Buck wrapped his arms around him so tight he heard the smaller man gasp a puff of air out. "I swear I'll never hurt you like that."
"And JD," Ezra settled down against the big man's chest. "You must never hurt him. He means a great deal to me."
"That bundle of piss and vinegar has nothin' to fear from me," Buck whuffed out a soft laugh. "Hell Ezra, you should be worried about me in that case, that boy was itchin' to take my head off."
"And don't think I won't let him." Ezra smiled softly, feeling the tension start to leave his body.
"Hey, what'd I do?" Buck protested softly. "I got me an idea. How about...” he shifted, letting the smaller man drop to the bed next to him. He'd stripped his hat, boots and guns when he went to bed for the evening but he still felt oddly over dressed. He lifted his hands, undoing the handkerchief around his neck. Green eyes watched in fascination, following those fingers as they lowered his suspenders. "Why don't we get real comfortable?"
"Comfortable?" the drawl was suddenly thick again.
"Sure!" Buck raised his voice slightly to lighten to mood as he squirmed out of his shirt. "We'll just lay right here together, and I'll give you a nice ear rub."
Ezra's ears twitched in anticipation. He sat up as Buck shifted, watching the man strip until all that remained on his body were the tan pants that hugged his frame so nicely. Now Buck squirmed until he had the blankets down at their feet and leaned back against the pillows, smiling invitingly at the Mopuro.
"Now," Buck curled his finger slowly. "Come up here, you."
Ezra felt the blood rush from his face though his cheeks colored anyways. He got to his hands and knees crawling up the bed hesitantly. Buck looked awfully inviting. His chest was exposed, Ezra could see the soft hair that covered it, not too much but enough to pet and nose through, and he very badly wanted to bury his nose in it, to inhale deeply and let himself relax buried in Buck's scent.
"I won't bite," Buck cooed, smiling roguishly as an afterthought. "Not yet anyways. Can't say the same of you."
That stilled the Mopuro who remembered biting Buck in the tub, how embarrassing that had been. Seeing the hesitation Buck gently grabbed the smaller man by his arms, pulling him the rest of the way. He held the suddenly squirming body tight to his while he pulled the blankets up and around them, getting them settled into the bed.
"Mule," Ezra frowned even though he was delighted. He really didn't want to let on how much he enjoyed being held like this but his traitorous body started to squirm against the taller man anyways. How was it that Buck was always so warm?
"Hush now," Buck cajoled, burying one hand deep into Ezra's hair, kneading and teasing. The other hand wrapped around his body, easily hiking the nightshirt up under the covers. The Southerner opened his mouth to protest but Buck simply slipped his hand under the fabric, rubbing his big, warm hand over the soft back under it.
"Mmm," Ezra purred softly in his throat, his eyes fluttering back in his head. Good Lord the Mule knew how to make him feel good.
"See now? That's nice." Buck smiled softly, looking down at the writhing mass of goo that was formally Ezra. "Toldja I'd warm ya up. Now you just go to sleep if you feel like it, right here against ol' Buck."
"Sleep?" Ezra scoffed, wrapping one leg over Buck's body. "It doubt sleep is your intent, Mr. Wilmington."
"It is." Buck lied through his teeth, feeling the softness of Ezra's bare arousal against his hip, even through the material of his pants he could feel the heat of it, what with the nightshirt bunched around Ezra's waist. The man is warmer than an ember in hell, he groaned to himself, trying not to get aroused. He just wanted to be here for the Mopuro, to show him that he cared and wasn't a threat. His hands slid lower despite his good intentions, right down Ezra's back to his tail. His fingers curled around it, tickling and teasing the fur there. Lord, Ezra was capable of purring too? He was done for.
"Ooh," Ezra swallowed a gasp, shifting until his face could once again be buried into Buck's neck. He liked it there; he could smell Buck and feel his pulse, strong and steady. "Mah tail is very s-sensitive." he whispered in warning. The shifting had his nude arousal pressing against Buck's bare side now and he couldn't help but grind himself into the warm flesh.
"Sensitive, huh?" Buck tickled his fingers under the tail, teasing the small area of flesh directly under it, just where the teasing part in that wonderfully alluring ass began. His fingers tickled the top of that part happily as well. Ezra arched against him, shuddering and gasping right in his ear. Buck could feel the man's cock start to stiffen against his waist as Ezra seemed to vibrate against him. Hot damn, he panted and felt himself harden too, if only he could get down there with his moustache he'd have Ezra going crazy for sure.
Suddenly Buck felt his whole ear surrounded in warmth. Ezra had suckled it into his mouth, letting his tongue plunge freely into the canal. Oh shit, Buck groaned, feeling his achingly hard cock suddenly start to leak. He honestly planned on sleeping, he really did! But Ezra was grinding against him and devouring his ear, it sure wasn't his fault! He tickled his fingers right down that part until he pushed up between those cheeks, tickling the puckered opening with a teasingly soft wiggle.
"Mule!" Ezra jerked, his fingers digging into the other man's shoulders.
What the hell? Stop it Ezra! He tried to scold himself but once the Mopuro in him seemed to take over it was almost impossible to get his human rationale back into control.
"Uh, Ez," Buck worded cautiously, petting his other hand down the man's back until he had both hands gripping that perky ass, a cheek each. "I ain't thinkin' about sleepin' no more." he admitted, using his grip to pull that enticingly hot body on top of him. Ezra slid easily and willingly up, letting his thighs straddle Buck's hips, his now hard cock pressed to Buck's own, only the fabric of the pants separating them.
"Ah'm thinking of...” Ezra panted, laying himself out along Buck. Lord, the man was more comfortable than the bed. "...of." he stammered forgetting that he was supposed to say something else here.
Buck gripped those cheeks tight, using his hold to pull and grind Ezra against his crotch. The friction was amazing! A fine sweat broke out along his chest, letting the Mopuro slide easily against him. "G-get the shirt off, Ez." he stammered, wetting his lips. "Let me feel all of you."
Ezra did as he was told, shucking the nightshirt completely, feeling incredibly aroused to be naked when the other man still wore pants. Sitting up slightly he stared hard through lidded eyes down into the pair that gazed hungrily back up at him. "We should sleep." he tried, wetting his lips at the way Buck suddenly sucked on the edge of his moustache.
"Uh huh," Buck agreed, rocking his hips up hard. "Let's go to sleep."
It took only a heart beat for the Mopuro to lean down and attach his mouth hungrily to the other man's. He plunged his tongue into Buck's willing mouth, kissing as hotly as he could muster. He felt like he could eat the Mule, mouth and all, and tried very hard to do so.
"Ooh, Ez." Buck moaned hotly, suckling the other man's tongue. He bet he could spend a whole day just kissin' the Mopuro, maybe he'd try tomorrow.
"Sleep," Ezra demanded, gasping out against Buck's mouth when the Mule's fingers tickled against his entrance again. "Ooh Buck, sleep." he tried.
"Mmm hmm, close your eyes." Buck pushed the tip of his finger at that warm, inviting place. "Drift off, you little Peach."
Ezra groaned deep in his chest, his hands sliding down between them. He fumbled and tugged, pulling on the other man's pants until he managed to get them undone. He pushed with a determined growl until the pants shifted down and Buck's naked arousal sprang free. Now uncovered, Ezra ground his own cock down hard against Buck's, loving the feel of it.
"Ungh! H-hey..." Buck couldn't help it, forgetting the situation at hand. He flipped the smaller man easily under him, shimmying until his pants slipped further down his thighs. Ezra arched off the bed, forgetting the pain in his ankle as his legs wrapped tight around Buck's hips.
The tall man thrust downward, lining their straining erections up, humping wildly at the hot body under him. He wrapped his arms tight around Ezra, the best he could, desperate to hold on for the ride. Oh hell, that's perfect. Ezra had been teasing him for days and he needed this, needed it bad. He humped wildly, kissing hungrily on the Mopuro's neck. Take that, you tease.
Ezra clawed at Buck's back, thrusting his hips up. It was impossible to stop now, not that he wanted to, yet he did. What kind of behavior was this? Ooh Mule, right there, he groaned inwardly. One moment he'd been ready to bolt, ride off and never look back and now all he wanted to do was tell this man to fuck him through the mattress until they landed on the floor below.
"This ain't sleepin." Buck pointed out, smiling lovingly down at Ezra.
"Are you complainin', sir?" Ezra grit his teeth, humping wantonly. He half wanted to throw Buck across the room and hide under the bed in embarrassment, and half wanted to throw Buck back on the bed and straddle his face.
"Ooh no, wouldn't dream of it." Buck teased, leaning down to kiss his way along Ezra's neck and shoulders. "You taste good."
Ezra groaned, his legs wrapping tighter around Buck's waist, his heels pushing on his ass to try and urge him forward. "That's a cliché, Mr. Wilmington. The taste of Mah sweat cannot be enjoyable." The Mopuro in him acted but the human spoke. He knew very well the taste of the right person's sweat was like an aphrodisiac.
"If I weren't enjoyin' it, I wouldn't be hard enough to drill a brick." Buck growled, lapping hungrily at the tasty skin. "And don't you think for a second I'm not gonna taste you all over. Cuz I'm gonna bury my face right in your..."
"D-don't!" Ezra blushed. "Don't you dare!"
"Dare? You just try an' stop me." Buck's thrusts became faster and curt, the wonderful tingles zigzagging up his spine spread warmly outward and filling his belly. "I'm gonna put my lips all over your sinful places."
"Most u-uncouth." Ezra's voice was jolted from the force of Buck's thrusts. "A-and you think Ah'm going to return the favor?" why he said that, he wasn't sure. He was already repeatedly wetting his lips just from the musky scent of Buck that filled the air, trying to taste it.
"Don't mind if you don't." Buck answered truthfully.
Ezra's hips stopped, he pushed Buck back gently, frowning at the man's face. "That is most unfair. Are you trying to tell me if Ah refused to pleasure you with oral ministrations that you'd continue to pleasure me as such?"
"You can't force someone to do something they don't like." Buck smiled with his eyes. "Besides, this is mighty nice as it is." he reached between them with one hand, holding their cocks together, fisting them suddenly as his hips picked up.
"Ungh!" Ezra groaned, almost doubling over. That huge hand around him, that hot cock against his... his stomach hollowed out as his hips began to try and fuck Buck's fist. "M-mule."
"Yeah, Ez, that's it. Let go, see how n-nice I can make you feel?" Buck was stammering. The Southerner was blushing under him, seeming to fight an internal battle within himself to be proper or just let the hell go. "I'll put my tongue all over you, in you even, an' love every minute of it."
"I-in me, Lawd!" Ezra gasped wrapping his arms around Buck's neck.
"Mmm hmm," Buck confirmed. "And I don't mean in your mouth."
"I-in Mah..." Ezra's eyes rolled back and he started to convulse, wracking as the sensations became too much.
"In your ass, Ez, right up in you." Buck teased gnawing on his lip. He was so close. He wanted to let go so very bad, but was determined to let the other man finish first. Hey, you couldn't say he wasn't a gentleman.
"N-not if Ah get yours f-first!" Ezra cried out high pitched, his hips stilling a moment before humping madly into Buck's fist. He lost it, cumming in the big man's hand, enjoying how he was pinned to the bed.
The words and what they implied hit Buck like a hammer to the back of the head. He stumbled in his gait, thrusting quickly when he felt the other man's warm climax coat his palm and stomach. Now he slid easily against that hot shaft and it was only two strokes more that he wracked against the Mopuro, letting himself go, adding to the warm sticky liquid between them.
An eternity of panting, gasping groans later, the two men collapsed on the bed, thoroughly satisfied. Buck fell onto Ezra, glad for once he didn't have to worry about crushing his lover. His hips refused to give up the fight and continued to hump gently, rubbing their sticky groins together in the afterglow.
"We should probably attempt sleep now." Ezra swallowed hard, embarrassed at the manner in which he had just behaved. The Mule certainly brought out the animal in him. He knew the issue was far from settled. He was quite certain he was still in shock and that if he had full control of himself that he wouldn't have let that happen just now.
"Sure, Ez." Buck's voice was sleepy, but he wasn't tired. "Close those pretty little eyes and drift off, I'll get up in a minute to clean us off, don't you worry."
"No!" Ezra wrapped his arms and legs around Buck quickly, holding him tight. "A-ah mean, you don't...please." he stammered.
Buck nuzzled his face against a furry little ear. "Want me to stay put?" he whispered, pressing a sweet kiss to it.
"Yes, Ah do." Ezra could tell he was going to be kicking himself in the morning for all of this, but right now he wanted that big, warm Mule to stay right where he was. As if Buck's body was shielding him literally from everything he suddenly had to deal with, everything he really didn't want to deal with.
"Hey," Buck's whispered voice twanged slightly with his accent which seemed to be a little more apparent when he was being amorous, much like Ezra's own drawl. "Wanna know somethin'?"
"Enlighten me." Ezra whispered, feeling his eye lids grow heavy. He'd sleep like the dead tonight.
"I'm mighty fond of you, little Peach." he whispered, hugging the Mopuro tight. "Just wanted you to know that."
His heart hammered at that, his stomach fluttering. He wanted to voice a reply but no words would come. Instead, he hugged Buck tighter, nuzzling his face into the man's neck placing a chaste kiss there. Hopefully, it'd be enough to convey his thoughts. If he could see Buck's face then and the smile that lit it, he'd know it had been.
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