So, there Kyran was, having a good ole time teasing Lune, quite enjoying his pretty werewolf's responses. Poor guy, he didn't think it was possible to get any redder, and Kyran loved Lune's labored panting--even if he wished he wouldn't be so restrained--and the way he didn't seem to know what to do with his hands. Apparently, his speech abilities were also incapacitated because he wasn't getting an answer to his question...but, that was fine! Even if Lune didn't have anything, there were "natural" remedies to that, and he didn't think Lune would really mind at least one of those options; Kyran knew he had no qualms about it because, hell, he liked pleasuring people even if he also enjoyed driving them insane in the process. Well, fine. If Lune wouldn't grace him with an answer, he'd just go with plan B so, with that in mind, he switched gears from merely teasing to--
Ack! Lune whimpered and thrust his hips up unexpectedly, and Kyran's gag reflex kicked into high gear. Which resulted in him making a rather unflattering hacking sound as his airway was blocked and he was choked, and he quickly reached up with his free hand to press down on Lune's belly to hold him still. Just in case his lovely gagging sound-effects weren't enough to let Lune know that was less than nice, Kyran shot the werewolf a disapproving glare after he'd corrected his position and cleared his airway. Yep. That should get the point across well enough. Fortunately, this wasn't the first nor likely the last time something like this would happen, and he'd learned to take it as a compliment, because, you know, bucking in response was an indication that he was doing something right; really, it wasn't Lune's fault, reactions could sometimes be spastic like that, but...damn...
Despite the brief glare, Kyran had gone from slightly flushed to beet red himself, though it wasn't due to air deprivation. Gah...damned gag reflex, that was always bloody embarrassing! Glancing up at Lune, he made a quick attempt to save face (so to speak) by falling right back into the rhythm he'd created before his unfortunate incident.
And he was, once again, dangerously thwarted. Because that was when Lune suddenly sat up, grabbed his head, and yanked upwards. Bloody hells!
"Lune!" Kyran gasped, eyes wide with horror. Dear Gods, did Lune even know what he almost did! Damn pup was lucky Kyran was so careful, otherwise...well...that could have ended very badly for Little Lune, indeed. You did not do that when someone was down there! Especially when that someone had some very, very sharp fangs! Luckily for Lune, as soon as Kyran felt Lune start to pull, he quickly opened his mouth and released, and luckily for Lune, he'd seen the werewolf sit up and hadn't been startled. Because when he got startled, he tended to tense. Which meant he also tensed his jaw. Which meant he very well could have bitten, or that at the very least Lune could have forced his very sharp fangs to scrape against a very sensitive place which, unless Lune was a serious masochist, was an event that could only end in tears.
Panting softly from panic, it soon became obvious that none of the above had happened and that, thankfully, Lune was unharmed, because the werewolf was stroking his lips with his thumbs and pressing his forehead against his. And...heh...the words he panted were just great. The fact that he was begging almost made up for scaring the bloody hell out of him! Breathing heavily with a mixture of lust and the aftereffects of shock, he couldn't help but offer up a triumphant grin. Aw...the mighty werewolf was whimpering and begging. And here Kyran would have thought it would have taken a lot more to reduce him to this.
He gave a soft, breathy chuckle and kissed Lune's hands. "Alright, alright, calm down, pup. By the way...don't you ever do that again! I could have taken a chunk of you with me, you kno--mm?" Blinking as Lune turned his head toward the nightstand before flopping back over, it took him a few moments to realize why the hell the werewolf wanted him to look at it. Click! So, this was some sort of delayed answer to the question he'd asked.
Aw...all the way over on the nightstand...?
Planting an open-mouthed kiss over Lune's bellybutton, he slid his own lithe body along Lune's, deliberately pressing his hips into Lune's in the process, and ended up reaching over the werewolf in order to grab the jar of...whatever the hell it was without actually leaving the bed. It took a few attempts, but he finally managed to snatch it up and, his own chest pressing comfortably against Lune's, he proceeded to pop the lid and examine the stuff. "The hell is this...?" he asked, sitting up and dipping his fingers in it experimentally. Some kind of oil...bah, whatever, it'd do, and he wouldn't be asking why Lune had it on him.
Just in case Lune didn't catch that he was just thinking out loud and didn't really want an answer, he smirked, shifted his body to support himself better, and dipped his head, pressing his lips hard against Lune's and running his tongue along his lips teasingly. And, to take his mind even more thoroughly off of much of anything else, he slipped his oil-slicked fingers between Lune's legs, soon locating the spot he was looking for and massaging gentle circles along it. Gently, carefully, he finally slid that finger inside him and crooked it, knowing well the feel of the spot he was aiming for and watching Lune's face to gauge his reactions. Nipping Lune's throat, he slipped in another, allowing him to adjust and also simply teasing, making sure he pressed against that much coveted area as he gently worked his fingers inside him.
After that, it was simply a matter of withdrawing his fingers and applying the oil to himself. Shifting, he ran his hands along the insides of Lune's thighs before sliding them along his hips. Nuzzling Lune's neck, he pressed his lips lightly to the pulse point. "Tell me if I hurt you," he murmured breathlessly, kissing his shoulder, biting lightly, before recapturing his lips and slipping his tongue into his mouth...
...
"Luuuuuuniiiiiieee! Precious puuuuuppyyyy! Wakey-wakey!" Kyran sang out cheerfully, landing hard on the bed after taking a flying, running leap onto it for maximum disturbance. Bouncing on the mattress, he grinned maliciously and crawled across the bed before plopping down onto what he figured was Lune's stomach--hard, aiming to knock the wind out of him. Still grinning toothily, he leaned in close to Lune's face, flicked him once across the nose with a finger, and blew a steady stream of air into his face. And it wasn't the sexy little puffs he'd done during their "session", oh no. He really put his lungs into this. Then, turning, he directed that stream of air straight into Lune's ear with enough force to give the impression that he was in a wind tunnel.
Oh yes. He was most definitely getting his revenge right now.
"Aww, c'mon! What's the matter? Is the puppy sleeeepy?" he asked sweetly, then proceeded to grab the covers and yank them down to Lune's waist before sitting down on said covers. "I got you coffee! Nice, hot coffee! Get up and drink some!" Bending down, he proceeded to sloppily lick Lune's chest before blowing on that, as well, for maximum freeze-out factor! "C'mon! Hurry up! It'll get cold! And we wouldn't want that! You were so worried about the coffee getting cold earlier, so come on, there's no time to waste! Hurry up, slow-poke!" And, just to be even more annoying, he started bouncing on Lune's stomach.
Yes. He was in quite the cheery mood right now though, granted, he would never in his life do something like this unless he was trying to be as unforgivingly irritating as he could possibly be. Bwaha. He'd had some fun, gotten a nice nap afterward, and, lo and behold, he woke up first this time! So, it was payback time! No way he was going to let Lune sleep in, no matter how cute and adorable and peaceful he looked now. Ah, what could he say, he was part sex demon. He didn't need a long recovery time! He did like sleep, though, which was why he slept as long as he had. Sleep was good.
But, he'd gotten enough of it! And since he was awake, everyone needed to be!
Yep, he'd also gone out to get coffee, and the poor front desk lady was probably really happy to be working here because Kyran had been too lazy to throw on clothes. Hey, he'd noticed Lune hadn't been wearing any...so, he assumed he'd gotten coffee in the buff, too. Couldn't hurt, it'd be fun to see her reaction.
And...it had been an amusing one, too, given there had also been a couple checking out at the time, a woman and a man.
Ah, yes. Much hilarity. Neither one seemed like they knew what to do, and Kyran simply feigned innocence and walked like he was fully clothed. Which wasn't difficult for him to do, because he was all-too comfortable in his own skin.
Now he was here, tormenting Lune some more!
Apparently, he liked to torture Lune.
"If you don't get up, I'll drink it for you, and then I'll never leave you alone!" he threatened with a smirk, shaking Lune some more before resorting to tickling him under the arms. Heh...maybe he'd already had way too much coffee...
Yes, it was official. Kyran should stay away from caffeine.