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Ruggie had known tonight might end this way.
Knew the others had too, that was the embarrassing part. Some of the other hyenas were already whooping, low wilding calls, that tugged at the base of his tail. He wasn’t upset, really. It was hard to be mad at a good thing.
Savanaclaw was different.
Leona felt like real royalty here, the way he should be. Ruggie couldn’t help the way his tail wagged, just once before he stilled it. Knew Leona felt it, pressed so tight to his body the way he was. Leona’s chin on the top of Ruggie’s head, his chest a warm wall behind him. Couldn’t help the way he went a little limp for the strength in Leona’s touch.
“Leona- don’t-”
“Just wanna touch you.” Leona said and he was slurring just a little and then he was mouthing along Ruggie’s neck, hot, open-mouthed. More low whoops, soft trilling and Ruggie struggled a little- thrilled at the way Leona’s arms tightened around him. Tipped his head back just in time for the bite and he couldn’t help the painfully obvious way his face tightened up, the way his mouth fell open. Couldn’t stop the sound he made and Ruggie flushed when some of the big cats around the room started barking for him. Loud, throaty over the music and he froze like prey when Leona roared over them, loud guttural sounds, stumbling into growls, making Ruggie feel small. Oh, he was really drunk. Fuck.
“They can watch.” Leona grumbled. “Quietly.”
“We could just-mmmm.” Ruggie’s mouth covered by Leona’s, a hand under his chin angling him just right. He tasted like alcohol and smoke and the force of his tongue made Ruggie’s stomach flutter. Made his feet shift.
Those arms kept him still for more slow mouthing, more slow grinding and then Leona’s hand dropped to his belt and Ruggie struggled a little more vigorously.
It wouldn’t matter, either way, if they made it to their room or not. No one cared- others would probably join in, meeting and mating in the shadows around them. The whole room was thick with pheromones and music, a pretty good party. Ruggie wouldn’t even mind as much if they were curled up somewhere in the shadows, like they used to back home, well aware of how people viewed their joining…
Savanaclaw was different.
Jerked away just a bit and gasped at the prick of claws when Leona yanked him back. Knocked the air out of him, gave his quick claws time to pop Ruggie’s button and he was already so hard his zipper just gave up.
Bowed to the king and Ruggie was such a good subject. Let his prince grope his ass and suck on his neck and didn’t scratch him, not even a little. Honestly, Leona would probably just do this for a bit and then get distracted, right, and Ruggie could drag him off so he wasn’t showing his whole ass to the dorm again-
This time, Leona’s growl was close. A sharp, sweltering sound pressed to Ruggie’s ear and Leona’s hands were so hard on him out of nowhere it made Ruggie yip.
“You should smell like me.” Leona said, his voice deep and wanting and Ruggie yelped when he was lifted, arm around his back, hand under his ass like he was a child. Bent easily over the soft curved wood of the reclining bench. “You should always smell like me, Ruggie.”
“I took a shower.” Ruggie said, well aware Leona wasn’t listening. “You’ll be happy about that, the way this is going.”
Leona snorted, making Ruggie flinch away. Grabbed his hand and twined fingers with his to stroke the living acacia under their hands.
“You always smell good.” Leona purred. Natural magic fluttered through Ruggie’s fingertips. Warmer than his, sung sweetly into the furniture their dorm grew, a Savanaclaw perk. Broadened the wood, raised it and Ruggie pressed his face flat to the bark. His feet didn’t even touch the floor. Teeth at the back of his neck, scraping, playful. “Taste good…”
Sometimes magic was a blessing. The gentle swell of the stream that trickled through their dorm, which turned into whatever the thirsty patron wished.
The deep twinkling blanket of stars stretched overhead, endless night over their savannah. Not the stars here at the college- true stars. Their stars, the ones that told their stories, housed their kings. As much of the dorm was nocturnal, late nights under the stars felt the most like home.
Or, what Leona was manipulating now, the soft wood that grew and shaped to their will to form soft seats and beds and tables, all alive and growing and happy to serve. Blankets and pillows draped them here and there, moved as they were needed by the students. Ruggie could feel more flicker flares of magic as others paired off and got comfortable. Everyone loved a show and Leona was their prince.
The living wood that formed a low altar just for them, right in the center, bowing helplessly to Leona's need to show off… just like Ruggie was.
Big hands pressed into the dips of his dimples, just to either side of Ruggie’s spine. Pressed his body flat the wood and Ruggie could fight but, he didn’t want to. He knew what Leona was like. Maybe Ruggie had been a little lonely before this… Maybe Leona hadn’t bothered to meet up with him before this party and Ruggie didn’t need him to but having Leona’s attention always felt good.
Slapped hands to the wood when Leona gripped the waistband of his pants and tugged.
“Careful-!”
Leona growled and the sharp heat of his wild magic made Ruggie’s hair rise and then claws sunk into his favorite jeans and Ruggie whimpered as they shredded. The room was loud, eating up individual sound, but when he made noise, everyone made noise. Their show controlled the dance around them… and Ruggie controlled the show. All that power and he didn't even have to use magic.
That’s good, he wasn’t exactly laughing.
Reached back and grabbed a handful of long soft mane. Their prince controlled everything his light touched and Ruggie controlled him with a wag of his tail. That made him the most powerful animal in the room, he thought, cocky.
So how did he keep ending up naked and drooling, ass in the air while Leona licked into him, snarling curses between his cheeks. Sucking fat bruises into Ruggie’s pale skin and when Ruggie couldn’t keep his tail still Leona grabbed it, used it to tug him closer. Split him open with tongue and fingers and Ruggie was too tipsy for this. He’d wanted it, but he hadn’t thought-
Ruggie’s toes stiffened when Leona pulled away with a final loving lick. Ground against him, his full cock still trapped, a collared beast in his slacks and Ruggie couldn’t help it fuck, wanted it so bad. Ground his hips up and gave into the mood. The room howling around them, barking coughs and purring growls. A party in full swing and Ruggie dug claws into soft green wood, splintering it as Leona unbuckled behind him, close enough he could feel every layer being peeled back against the sensitive skin of his ass.
"I missed you." Leona said, low voice easy to hear under the noise. He sounded sweet. The blunt head of him teased around Ruggie's rim, hunting. "Ruggie…"
Ruggie twisted his head back in time to see Leona spit, hitting hot between his cheeks and Ruggie’s cock twitched, desperately crushed between the wood and his body. Bucked forward unable to help his jump at the sensation and Leona reacted like he was running- like he was prey. Sank claws into his back and pulled and Ruggie yipped, the pain making him go limp, tipped his head to the side and bared his neck.
Was tired of waiting and Leona groaned as Ruggie arched his back and sank onto him, too tight, too fast.
Leona stretching him and he was howling, loud and obvious. Felt so good, so full, filled him up and emptied him out, so good Ruggie would let him have it just about anywhere, even here, right in front of everyone. Best from behind, spread open and used until Ruggie couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. Shivered when Leona's tongue traced over a scratch.
Whined, needy.
He could feel Leona’s tail disturbing the air, his hands so gentle on Ruggie’s hips, cupping him close. Too gone to do more than moan when Leona sucked another sharp bite into his neck. He would show bruises like an Afterglow sunset for days, golds and purples and reds. Widened his legs and Leona rumbled his approval.
“Rrrruggieee….” Purred so close and Ruggie tipped his head back to steal a kiss before Leona could pull away. The spice of his own blood, thick on his prince’s tongue, the want riding the air around them as the room gave in to delicious debasement. Took Leona all the way to the root and shoved a hand between his thighs to pump himself. Fast and then faster when Leona sped in response to his growing tightness.
Normally Leona liked to milk his cock, to tease and tease, take his time so with no restraint Ruggie raced towards a bright cliff- let his orgasm hit all at once and Leona was snarling, fucking him into their platform, nature’s altar, fierce enough his body bounced. Came growling- Ruggie could feel the vibrations in his teeth where they were buried in his neck.
His whole body tense over Ruggie's and then warm and boneless and purring, petting and cuddling into him. Brushing kisses to his forehead, limp and smiling. So sweet, his bumbling lion and Ruggie took kisses from lips like taking sips. One and then another and then another. The party was still loud around them.
Leona tidied him enough to walk… Leona smiled over his shoulder as the couples that had dared to claim spots close to the show parted around them. Deference to their housewarden. Love for their prince.
The brave dared hands- reached out to stroke a tail, a hip, to get a little scent for themselves. Too brave and you risked Ruggie's teeth. Tradition and respect and it was too much and he loved it. Loved Leona's hand in his, dragging Ruggie back to his bed.
Quiet in his room, even though Ruggie could still hear everyone. Muted finally and he moved to help undress Leona. Startled when the lion caught his hand.
Kissed the back and Ruggie blinked. He was still leaking and this was what made him flush. The unexpected sweetness of Leona's look.
“Love you.” Leona purred and Ruggie was too embarrassed to pull away, letting Leona pull him close by their joined hands. “I want to fuck you on a throne.”
“I don’t think your parents would like that-”
“They won’t always rule.” Leona said. His eyes glowed in the low lighting of their room, halogen green. “Someday, it could be me. And you, naked on my throne. Naked on pride rock and everyone has to look at our… our ‘unnatural joining’.”
“That’s crazy.” Ruggie said, nervous, laughing. Sexy but insane and what about his brother…? “Come to bed. Come on. And we aren’t… unnatural, don’t say that. That’s messed up. Man, you’re crazy when you drink. Come on, shoes off. Lay do-oh-okay, yeah, I can lay down too.”
Leona purring on top of him, breath already deepening and Ruggie huffed. Kicked his own shoes off the edge of the bed.
“Pride Rock, huh… Man, rich people have issues.”