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Jordan tiredly walked into the house, setting his bag down on the floor. As he walked inside, he was instantly met with a hand grabbing the collar of his shirt and dragging him towards the couch, where his partner, Preston, was sitting.

“Jordaannn!!” Shouted Preston, “You’re finally here! They need to stop keeping you away from me for so long..”

Jordan chuckled. He took off his glasses and set them on the coffee table before going to the silly, deep blue rabbit that was waiting patiently for him.

“You know I willingly take up those hours, right?”

“I do…But I just wish your job wasn’t so busy. I need you to have energy so we can cuddle.”

As Preston explained that, Jordan got onto the couch with it. Preston excitedly wrapping their arms around Jordan’s waist and pulling him onto themself. Jordan nuzzled into the crook of Preston’s neck, softly purring with his tail wrapping around Preston’s leg.

Preston blushed, not out of being flustered, but because he was simply enamoured by just how Jordan was. They couldn’t articulate how to put it into words; they just knew that Jordan was just everything they could ever want. The way Jordan gently breathed, his back rising and falling as he inhaled and exhaled, breathing against Preston’s neck. The way that Jordan had his tail curled around Preston’s leg as if to make sure it would stay with him. Just everything Jordan did in the small moments that Preston would have with him made up for everything.

Preston placed both of it’s hands on Jordan’s head, gently rubbing and scratching it. All the while, Jordan kept purring, lightly humming even as he felt his lover’s hands tenderly caress his head.

Jordan pressed his head against Preston’s chest, noticing how fast it was beating. He simply smiled to himself and rubbed the side of his head on Preston’s chest, growing tired from feeling the low rise and fall of it’s chest. It was calming to him to just feel how close the person he loved the most was.

“Jordan,” whispered Preston, “You know you still have to eat. Right?”

Jordan groaned and buried his face in Preston’s chest. He didn’t want this to end as he was just starting to feel snug and fall asleep.

Preston let out a hushed snicker and placed a small kiss on Jordan’s head, “Come on, you sleepy head. Get up”

“Nooo,” moaned Jordan, “I don’t wanna get up…I wanna stay like this with you.”

Preston sighed and cupped his hands around Jordan’s face. “Fine,” it remarked, “Five more minutes. But you can’t be complaining about being hungry later.”

Jordan smiled and leaned up to kiss Preston, Preston smiling and returning one of its own before they both returned to the serene and calm moment they had. Leading the both of them to fall asleep in each other's arms and forgetting to eat as well.

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Preston and Jordan were cuddled up against each other; they loved to do this whenever they could. It really meant a lot to them, especially with Jordan's busy schedule and all.

Jordan was resting with his back against the bed, his head supported by a few pillows. Preston was lying with its head against Jordan's shoulder, admiring his lover and just taking in the sight, watching his chest rise and fall in a soothing pattern.

Then, their eyes drifted to his neck.

Oh, how it hated those scars.

The scars that reminded Preston of what Jordan could've done.

The scars reminded Preston of how much Jordan couldn't stand life, to the point where death seemed like the only option.

And he was only 15.

Preston started to kiss Jordan's neck at that thought, an attempt to show him how much he cared and how much he loved and appreciated him.

Jordan started to giggle at the kisses, loving the attention. He didn't know why Preston started to do that, but he wasn't going to complain. He just liked how much the kisses felt all over the raised scars along his neck.

Then it clicked.

Oh, up above. Jordan hated this feeling now.

He doesn't want Preston to worry about him.

Jordan swears he's doing better, he is! Really! He just needs more time-

The thoughts were caught off with a kiss.

Seems like Preston noticed the sudden change in atmosphere.

When Preston pulled back, he smiled, an attempt to make Jordan try not to be so hard on himself.

Jordan sighed and smiled back, bringing Preston back in for another kiss.

He didn't hate this feeling at all, and maybe, with some help, he can get better.

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Preston decided to visit Jordan at the Toon Turf hospital. It was boring at home, and all of the other clones had their own stuff to deal with. Hell, even D.D. had plans! Which is very rare, considering death doesn't go outside a lot.

Preston sighed at the thought and made his way into the hospital; surprisingly, no one stopped them. Although he was pretty well-known there, considering he had to stay there for a bit after the whole...Ordeal. But that wasn't something he was worried about for now.

Oh yes. Because he was bored, Preston decided that it would be a good idea to pull Jordan away from any work he had and maybe just chill with him in his office for a minute, maybe, do something more than just chilling. But that would be decided later.

Jordan had just walked out of the room of a patient he had to check up with, make sure they had been kept up with their medicines, and whatnot. He sighed and went to his office in order to get some things done, and that's when he saw it. Preston was just there, sitting on his desk like he didn't do anything.

"Hi Jordy!!!" Preston beamed at him, clearly very excited. "Sooo, how was that little check-up?"

Jordan sighed and waved, "Hello, Preston, what brings you here?"

Preston smiled and teleported in front of Jordan, "Ohh, you know, boredom...I wanted to stop here before I let my thoughts get the better of me."

"You have been working on yourself, right?" Jordan gently grabbed Preston's wrists, the fabric slightly falling to reveal scars. "You've at least hid them, right?"

"Of course I have! Psht, obviously..." Preston pulled his hands away and tugged at the edge of their sleeves.

Jordan's face wasn't disappointed, but he wasn't pleased either. Being honest, what was he expecting anyway?

Preston could feel the energy Jordan was exuding; he felt that he was disappointed and maybe even mad at it for not putting as much effort into getting better.

That's when Jordan surprised him a little bit.

"You know I love you, right?"

"I do."

Jordan carefully reached for their arm again, grabbing it and pulling the sleeve down to further show the scars.

"You know I'd do anything for you to be happy, right?"

"Babe...Where are you getting at here?"

"Can you answer my question first?" Jordan's tone of voice was so quiet, so small, so reassuring. But up above, was it also attractive.

Preston swallowed a deep feeling within him and nodded, "Y-Yea..."

Its arm was brought a little bit towards Jordan, still gently being held within his hands. Preston just watched Jordan in curiosity as he brought their arm up to his face and started kissing the spots where the healed scars were.

It's funny, just when Preston thought Jordan couldn't surprise him anymore.

Jordan brought Preston closer, his hand on their waist as he continued kissing around and on the scars, which made Preston blush; he could tell. Preston was never used to this kind of affection, so it always riled him up just the right amount.

Preston figured out what Jordan was doing. Kissing his scars in the right places and the right way, looking up at it every so often just to see their reaction. Ugh. So stupid, and yet, Preston loved it. He really was hoping for Jordan to continue this, so it could be taken further; everything seemed like it would lead up to that happening anyway. All Preston had to do was wait it out.

And wait it out, he did.

Jordan picked up Preston and set him down in a chair. He got down on his knees while Preston looked down at him and watched so energetically. The way Jordan's tail swayed, and oh, up above, he took his glasses off.

Fortunate for both of them, Preston was wearing shorts, which Jordan was definitely going to use to his advantage.

Jordan started to gently kiss Preston's thighs, rolling up the ends of their shorts to reveal scars there, to which Jordan started to kiss as well. He wanted to show Preston how much he loved every aspect of him, and this way just felt right.

Preston, on the other hand, just felt this was a way to get him distracted from earlier, and if it was, then, by above, it was working. The way Jordan left such gentle kisses after teasing them with a small nibble or lick. The way his hands were so gentle yet firm on its thighs, caressing and squeezing in all the right places. Preston could hardly keep himself from moaning out loud, so they just covered their mouth and whimpered.

Jordan stopped for a moment, his hand on Preston's inner thigh, and the other already all the way up to Preston's hip from under his shorts. Jordan rested his head on Preston's lap and looked up at them and smiled. As if Preston's face couldn't get any redder, it did.

"Uhm...Would you...maybe want to continue this when we're home?" Oh, up above, Jordan's voice.

Preston uncovered his mouth, a small whimper escaping his lips before he could start his sentence, "M-mm yea...W-We can...Promise you won't be too tired when you come home?..."

Jordan nodded and stood up, "I promise, love."

Oh, the smile Preston made must have looked so stupid, but they didn't care; it was happy enough that this moment could be carried on later. He got up and kissed Jordan, a kiss filled with passion and thanks, and tongue. They stayed like that for a moment, in each other's arms, while they explored each other's mouths for what seemed like their first time.

When they pulled apart, it was saddening. Preston clearly didn't want to let this moment go, but he had to.
"Remember our promise, okay, Jordy?" It sighed and softly smiled, expecting Jordan to agree.

"I'll remember." He smiled back, his tail wagging with excitement.

With that, Preston teleported out of the hospital back home while Jordan sat back at his desk. What happened was definitely an exciting moment for both of them, and both were glad that it would be repeated later at night, where they could be as close as they wanted.

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Preston was in his room at the clone lair. But, instead of being depressed, he was actually happy. It was looking at their phone, giggling, and scrolling up and down on the screen. It was messages from, hmm, strange, Jordan.

Jordan is the older brother of that rat, Riggy. Which Preston actually hated so much OH MY GOD HE NEEDS TO DIEEEEEEEEEEE

But anyway, not right now, Preston needed to complete his ultimate plan. The ultimate plan is to get with Jordan to further infiltrate Riggy's inner circle and then destroy him.

Yea

Totally, the reason why Preston is currently giggling like a little kid whenever Jordan texts him.

Totally not like Preston actually fell in love.

Wait.

HUHHHH?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Preston threw his phone at the wall, but it couldn't have. NO! They can't fall in love! No, no, no, no, no!! It wasn't supposed to go like this! Boss didn't even know Preston was doing this. He just leaves Preston to do whatever and trusts that they'll get it done!

Now it really couldn't tell this to Boss.

Hm.

D.D!! D.D. might know! Skull's been in love before! A bunch more times than Preston has! But then again, D.D. is also a hopeless romantic, so maybe he wouldn't be the best choice...hm. To the internet it is!!

.

So maybe the internet wasn't a good idea.

Not only has Preston fallen more in love about 4 times as hard then before, but they also get four times harder when Jordan is mentioned.

Great.

Everything was just great!

Preston wasn't supposed to fall in love! That was what Jordan was supposed to do, so it'd be easier for Preston to manipulate him! But now...

Oh look! A text from Jordan! Oh well, they'll worry about the possibility of their evil ultimate plan failing later. There were more important things to worry about anyway.

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Jordan lay there, his soul gem against his chest, watching as he saw Preston in his Prime Lord form descend upon him.

Oh, how beautiful he was, the way the white robes flowed oh so elegantly behind it. The ever-growing vastness of space and time itself is shown in the inner fabric of the tailcoats. Preston was so beautiful like this, ethereal even.

A shame it had to end so soon..

"Jordan!" Exclaimed Preston, "You don't have to worry, I'll take away your burdens... I'll make sure you won't suffer..Come with me, we can be free together..."

Preston's arms extended out to collect Jordan's soul gem; the smile it had on its face was so warm, beaming with safety and comfort.
Jordan sighed and smiled back; however, his smile was solemn and regretful.

"I love you, Preston...So please..."

Jordan reached his arms out to Preston, slowly inching towards his wrists, getting a hold of them ever so gently.
"Let me make it so you don't suffer..."

Preston was slightly taken aback, but he didn't have much time to react as Jordan's grip suddenly strengthened, preventing Preston from collecting the gem.

"Jordan..What are you.." exclaimed Preston softly.

Jordan smiled and looked up at him, "I'll make it so you never suffer again....So that we'll always be together..."

Sudden black ribbons tore apart the sky and seemed to make a dome around Preston and Jordan, the ribbons having patterns resembling broken glass. Just like Jordan's soul gem.

Riggy and Rory were at the sides, watching this unfold.

"Jordan! What are you doing?!?" Yelled Riggy.

Rory looked at the ribbons and the gap that allowed for peering into the scene that was happening, "This doesn't feel like any emotion we've ever dealt with! It isn't desire, it isn't insatiability...I don't even think it's love."

Jordan just kept looking at Preston as it panicked, "Of course, none of you would understand...I alone carry this feeling...This feeling for Preston..."

Preston desperately tried to pull away, "Jordan, wait! I've worked so hard to come to peace! You'll tear me apart!"

Jordan said nothing, nor did he do anything but continue to bring him closer, and the second Preston was just within the right amount, that's when the peace was disrupted. Preston had shattered into two, his Prime Lord being nothing but a mere reflection now in the broken glass, as his physical self was still being held by Jordan.

"It's okay," Jordan reassured, "Now we'll always be together..Now you'll always be with me..."

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We’re on the bed and he’s cutting my arms so evenly, equal spacing and the exact length as the one before it. God, I love him so much; he’s the best man I could ask for.

He looked at me to make sure he was doing it right, and I just couldn’t help but look away, “Aw, you cut so evenly!~” I exclaimed. He nodded and continued to cut.

I looked at his face; he was so concentrated on cutting my arms…did it occur to him that I just wanted him to go deeper?

I looked at the cuts I left on him from earlier. I always cut so crazily, whether it was myself or him. I could never cut with the amount of precision he has anyways, too much effort just to hide it.

Well, he hides his cuts.

I don’t.

I mean, to be fair, he is a doctor, so he does have to uphold a “perfect understanding of health” or whatever. Still ironic though, his nurses and patients think he’s so grand and amazing, meanwhile, he’s right here with me at home, cutting my arms to barely past the epidermis level because he doesn’t want to see me in much pain.

Me, on the other hand?

I cut him as far as he wants…~

One time I reached the middle of his muscle…~

Never again, though, “...healing process takes forever and I don’t need my co-workers getting suspicious.”, he says.

Whatever…

At least I don’t hide my scars anymore.

Oh, he finished cutting!

He lifted up his head to look at me, razor in his right hand, all covered in blood.

“There,” he muttered, “I did it."

He let go of my arm, and I pulled it towards myself, looking at the cuts made. The blood was still fresh, considering we hadn’t started the aftercare yet, and the cuts stung a little bit, but not as much as I’d hope.

“Jordy…You know you can always cut deeper next time…Right? You’re a surgeon! You should use those skills…”

He looked to the side and set the razor down. “Yes, I know,” he sighed. “I just don’t want to prolong the pain.” You know I love you, right?”

I love it whenever he looks at me like that…big old puppy eyes, his ears down…he tries to make himself seem small…it’s so cute and pathetic.

“Yes, I know you love me, I love you too, babe~” I leaned forward and grabbed his face, pulling him close and giving him a kiss. He was caught off guard by it all but seemed to relax pretty quickly.

I pulled away right before we started to tongue each other; it’s so fun doing that. Every time I do, he just looks like a disappointed puppy, and in some way, he always begs me to let us continue.

“Preston…Stop cutting off the kiss like that…You know I hate it when you do.” he talked so quietly and so lowly, I feel bad for him almost.

“Sowwyy,” I giggled, “It won’t happen again…~”

He just looked at me a little bit, softly smiling. He’s so cute when he does that. He gently grabbed my wrist with one hand and pushed me against the bed with the other.

“Preston…~” His voice dropped and he spoke a little more boldly, his hands letting go of me as they came to plant themselves on the sides of my head on the bed (hey, I rhymed!).

“Yes Jordy?...~”

“I know you’ll do it again…~”

Well, duhh, of course I will. I’ll stop when he stops giving me such a cute reaction. I didn’t want to say any of that, though, so I just giggled and smiled at him. I forgot we had just finished cutting each other, and the blood was staining the blankets, but neither of us cared anyway. Well, I didn’t, and he was caressing my thighs and squeezing them just right; I’m sure he didn’t care either.

“Mm~...Jordy~...Are you sure? You have an important thing to do tomorrow…”

He spread my legs and sat in between them, lifting my legs so they rest on top of his, “Yes, I’m sure~...”

He leaned down to kiss me, instantly continuing from where we left off. And it was wonderful. He was practically hungry, even, constantly shoving his tongue down my throat and exploring my mouth, I couldn’t say no, even if I wanted to.

And I never wanted to say no anyways.

We kept “kissing” each other, his hands getting blood from running them over my thighs as my hands kept going from his face to his shoulders. We wanted to touch every single part that we had to offer to each other; it just felt so intoxicating…Knowing no matter how hard we tried, we’d always belong to each other. I know that, and it’s obvious he knows that too.

I don’t think I’ll let him go.

I don’t think I’ll ever let him go.

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They kept kissing each other and running their hands over each other's skin, the blood from their freshly cut scars dripping onto each other and the bedsheets. Neither of them cared. Why would they? This moment was so special to them that nothing could break it.

A little unexpectedly and out of nowhere, Jordan started to get needy. He started to dry-hump against Preston, his heavy breaths mixed with soft whimpers of want. Jordan's hands were on Preston's waist, trying to keep him still.

Preston didn't mind. In fact, he loved this. The way Jordan couldn't express his want in words, so he had to get it out in a way both of them would understand. It started to moan, mainly out of teasing and wanting to see what Jordan would do.

"Jordy!~...You're so needy~..." Exclaimed Preston, they put their hands over the fresh and still bleeding cuts he placed on Jordan, blood getting on their hands.

Jordan squeaked at the sudden touch. It stung; it stung so much, he forgot how deep Preston went when they were cutting him. But he also liked it too, the sensation of blood mixed with the hurt of the sting, covered by Preston's hand. His touch was so soft yet so firm as well. Jordan loved it.

He whimpered at the pain of the cuts and the pain of his need, so he kept thrusting against Preston, the fabric of their shorts and undergarments being the only barrier preventing them from going any further.

"Preston...Please..." moaned Jordan, "Can we?...I'll be good...I swear...I know I have a thing tomorrow, I just..." His expression was so needy and wanton, his eyes filled with lust, and the small whimpers he made during each pause of the sentence enhanced that. Jordan wanted to feel it, needed to feel that sensation. Preston and his body were like a drug to Jordan, and he was an addict.

He looked down at Preston's face, which seemed so caring and understanding. Their hands reached up to grab his face, their blood-stained hands smearing it over his cheeks.

"We can. I know you need this." Preston was looking at Jordan's face, analyzing every single detail to see if there was any shred of doubt etched in his face. There wasn't, and that was all the reassurance Preston needed to allow Jordan to do what he wished.

Jordan's eyes lit up, and he instantly got to work, his hands fumbling and tripping over each other trying to get Preston's shorts and boxers off. He was breathing so heavily, there was nothing more he wanted than to finally be able to experience some release.

Preston's breathing started to match up with Jordan's. He was so excited about what was gonna happen, it couldn't help but moan at the thought of it.

After a bit, Jordan had successfully taken off the rest of Preston's clothes. He sat there for a minute, admiring the body of his lover that was lying right there, ready for him. Jordan's eyes glanced over to Preston's pelvis, gazing at his cock. His eyes then went straight back to looking at the rest of his body. The way the scars were raised, the way the stitches seemed to complement it's body so well. The blood coming from his open cuts that matted the gorgeous, deep blue fur they have. Jordan just loved every inch of Preston; they were his. His only. He saved it after all.

His eyes went back to Preston's face. They were patient, waiting for him to take any course of action or to at least start something. The expression on his face was filled with need and the desire for Jordan to finally make up his mind.

Preston spread their legs a bit wider, keeping their sights on Jordan, who was currently towering over them, staring at them with such disbelief at just...everything.

"What are you staring at?~" purred Preston, looking at Jordan a bit curiously.
It took Jordan a bit to respond; his breathing was still heavy and filled with lust, "I just...Fuck...I love you so much, Preston..."

Jordan grabbed Preston's waist with one hand and slipped his cock in the glory spot between Preston's legs. Preston let out a moan that hushed into a mere whimper, his hand instinctively coming to cover his mouth.

Jordan saw this and grabbed both of Preston's hands, pinning them up above it's head.

"No...Please don't do that. I need to hear you." He sounded so pathetic, thought Preston; his expression wasn't helping either.

The pathetic act switched off, Jordan kept a firm grip of Preston's wrists with one hand while the other grabbed his hips. He began to thrust in and out of Preston; every stroke made them let out a moan.

"Ah!~ F-Fuck!~..." He screamed, gasping every time Jordan's cock hit his inside. Preston loved the feeling; it made him feel it was worth it for everything that had ever happened.

Jordan leaned in a bit as he practically pounded against Preston, the sounds of their bodies hitting each other mixed with Preston's moans and screams; it was enough to fill the night.

But who said they were done?

Preston wrapped his legs around Jordan's waist, locking him so he couldn't pull out.

"Jordan!~" Yelled Preston, "Go faster-faster faster..please!~" Their head knocked back when he said that, their mouth open and salivating from how much was happening.

Jordan leaned down even further, so that his mouth was right next to Preston's ear, his hot and heavy breathing being able to be heard and felt, then he whispered.

"I-I will..."
So he did.

Jordan picked up the pace with how fast he was going, each thrust turning into a slam with how rough he started to be. His hips bucked every time while Preston's legs seemed to lock him in even tighter.

"That's...That's right~" Preston moaned, gasping in between each pause again, "S-stay right there~" his breathing had started to get shakier, as did the rest of his body with the way Jordan was moving, and the words he spoke seemed to give Jordan more motivation. It felt like the only thought running through his head was to please Preston and make himself seem like he was doing good.

"Please," whined Jordan, his whimpers getting louder but quickly muffled as he buried his face into Preston's shoulder, "Tell me...Tell me I'm doing good..." He started to kiss along Preston's shoulders and neck as he continued to pound against them, his kisses gentle and careful, but the thrusts getting ever so rougher and faster.

Preston hissed through his teeth, biting his lip with every kiss and thrust Jordan made on and into him. It was so overwhelming, and Preston loved it. It loved the feeling of being used like this. It made him feel like only he was able to bring Jordan this much pleasure, and he wouldn't trade it for anything else than to be with the man he loved so dearly and obsessed over.

Jordan kept kissing Preston's shoulders and neck, wanting to see if he could get any praise out of them. He needed to hear any kind of words that could validate what he felt, anything. The moans weren't enough anymore. He needed to hear Preston say anything, call him a good boy, anything. He just needed to hear praise, so he kept kissing, his kisses being more needy as he started adding in licking and sucking. Every single kiss and suck he made was backed by his wanton moans and whimpers, every breath he took was in the form of a small sigh, and the pounding he was giving Preston seemed to only get rougher.

Preston was trying so hard to compose himself, their moans and gasps becoming more frequent every time Jordan's dick hit inside of him. It arched their back off the bed, groaning, they took that moment to look at its own body. Catching a look at their own thighs, the cuts still open and fresh, they stung the second he looked at the cuts again. Jordan did go past the upper skin layers; he cut just deep enough that he could bleed, but not as much as Preston had hoped. Then it all came back to him. He noticed the blood that matted his fur, the blood that matted Jordan's fur. Preston finally realized that they had neglected the cuts at all. He looked at the cuts he left on Jordan, the deepest one being a cut that was midway through the fat.
"Ngh~...J-Jordan~..." groaned Preston, somehow managing to get out words.
Jordan pulled his head back and positioned himself so he could look Preston in the eyes, "Y-Yea?..." The thrusting stopped for a moment, so Jordan could listen to what Preston was going to say.

"Does it hurt?..." Preston would have moved his hand over to the open cuts on Jordan, but they were trapped within Jordan's grasp, so it gestured their head towards it, "The cuts I made...How much do they hurt?"

Jordan was a bit taken aback by Preston's comment and sudden carefulness, looking to the side and letting go of Preston's hands.

"Uhm...Th-they sting...Aches a little bit...But-but it's okay! We can continue!... Please?" He placed his face on the crook of Preston's neck, "Please?... I swear it doesn't hurt as much...and-and I'm so close..."

Jordan started thrusting again, a bit more gently this time, Preston softly gasping, hands holding on to Jordan's back.

"Okay, wh-when we're done...w...we'll take care of it...okay?" Preston's claws unsheathed, and they started digging into Jordan's back, drawing a little bit of blood as they scratched at the skin.

Jordan nodded in agreement, picking up the pace of his thrusts, going in and out of Preston's hole, wanting to finish as fast as he could, even though he was the one who initiated.

Preston's moaning got louder as Jordan kept going; it could feel its own cock getting harder, his own climax about to arrive.

"J-Jordy!~" gasped Preston, "I-I'm gonna!~...Mngh~...I think I might!-" They were cut off with a few more rough thrusts from Jordan, and a bite from him on its shoulder that sparked a scream of pleasure from them as Jordan's teeth sank in.

Jordan moved one of his hands to Preston's dick, his fingers wrapped around the member, and his thumb pressed against it, making Preston yelp and whimper. The feeling was a painful sensation when all they wanted was release, which Jordan kept teasing him about.

"It's okay...I can help..." Jordan whispered. He slowly started moving his hand, a stark contrast to the way he was basically abusing Preston's hole. Preston was whimpering and moaning and making all of the lovely noises that Jordan wanted to hear. Their hands kept their grip on Jordan's back, scratching even deeper than when they cut him before.

The slow pace of Jordan rubbing his length caused pre-cum to leak out, Preston getting impatient and needy, basically causing him to beg, "Mmm...M-Make it quick...please..."

Jordan persisted, the pre-cum leaking onto his hand as he kept stroking. He picked up the speed a little bit, wanting to make sure Preston still was in a pleasure-filled state.

"Let me take care of you, please?..." He looked at Preston, studying his face. Preston's mouth was agape from moaning and whimpering. All the sensations were overwhelming and overstimulating, but it was fine; everything was perfect anyway. Not like Preston could say anything anyway, literally.

Preston finally cummed. The sticky substance spilling onto his chest and stomach, and onto Jordan's hand. Preston blushed a deep red, whimpering and panting when it happened, looking up to Jordan, who was slightly gasping at how much Preston produced. Jordan looked at the cum on his hand, thoughts racing through his mind on what he should do, then it clicked, if he could get Preston a little more turned on, then maybe...

Jordan brought his hand up to his mouth, opening it and licking Preston's substance off, making sure to be slow with it, too savor every moment in order to see Preston's reaction. Preston was just watching Jordan do this, surprised that he would, but turned on nonetheless.

"Fuck...Jordan...If you're gonna do that, then...a-at least clean up the rest..."

"I would, but I'm not finished yet either..."

Jordan kept thrusting in and out, picking up where he left off, making Preston moan even louder than he did. The sounds Preston was making were the only reason why Jordan was so energized in the first place...and the remaining adrenaline from the stings his cuts provided. God, it hurt so much, but he didn't want to slow down anytime soon. He just wanted to keep pounding until his cock would stop throbbing with just how much he wanted to finally release into Preston's sweet hole. To claim what was his like he's done multiple times. To feel Preston's muscles around his cock relax when he was finished. He loved every single part of this intimate process that they did almost every week, and he'd never get tired of it.

He started to feel the blood rushing to his dick even more. He was close to finishing, so close to feeling the release he desperately craved.

"Preston..I think I'm gonna cum" he moaned in a quiet voice, "I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum."

Jordan kept repeating that phrase, stuttering over his words and slurring them as his desperation showed through even more. He really needed to finish this, and he was just letting Preston know what was going to happen.

Preston kept a tight grip on Jordan's back, their claws being deeper than they ever had been before, intentionally or not, it knew what was gonna happen. Their legs locked Jordan tighter than before.

"I-I know!~...J-Just keep going~" he gasped, "don't stop..."

The rest of the time went as Preston said, Jordan kept going. Recklessly and energetically pounding Preston. He got close, his hot breath against Preston's neck, constantly whispering and muttering words about how he'll finish soon. The room was filled with the noises of their lovemaking and their empty and sweet promises to each other during this intimate moment.

Then it happened, Jordan tightened his grip on Preston's waist, going faster than he had gone before, preparing himself for what was going to happen.

And it did.

Jordan let out a guttural moan as he cummed inside of Preston, the load filling him to the brim. Preston finally relaxed and let go of his tight hold on Jordan, the muscles surrounding Jordan's cock loosening up, too. Jordan pulled out and sighed, lying on top of Preston.
It was a mess.

A mess of blood, sweat, tears, and cum, which they wouldn't trade for anything else in the world.

Why would they?

They were having such fun anyways.

Jordan nuzzled up against Preston's chest, listening to his breathing and his heart beating, feeling the rise and fall of his chest. Preston had it's hand intertwined with Jordan's fur, their other gently covering the open cut that still hadn't been tended to yet.

"You know...we still haven't done aftercare yet..." murmured Preston.

Jordan tilted his head in order to see Preston's face better, "I mean," he started, "Are you complaining?..."

Jordan's tail softly swayed, waiting for Preston's answer.

Preston hummed a bit, "Mmm...I'm not, are you?"

"No..."

"Mk, we'll do aftercare later."

Preston placed a kiss on Jordan's nose, holding him within their arms to prevent him from leaving the cuddle that had now been initiated.

But Jordan wasn't complaining, nor did he want to leave.

He loved it when their intimate nights together ended like this, both of them did.

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"I still have that important thing-"

"Oh, you fucking jackass."