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The only sound in the hovel is the squeak of that old pottery wheel and Mo's own breath.
Krill had taken off for a meeting of some sort with the other Tunnel Rats - Mo hadn't been in the mood for socialization, so Krill had gone alone. Mo intended to use this time to work on an anniversary present of sorts - a new mug for Krill, to replace the one that got broken. Sure, they won the ritual and had all kinds of money for replacements, but Mo's never been one for expensive or lavish things, and he figures the best gift is one made with care and attention to detail. Also, just because they won the ritual doesn't mean they have to stop committing crime. It's still their job, even if they now have the power to turn contracts down.
His claws drag up the side of the clay on his wheel, and a familiar shudder travels down his spine.
Oh, was it already Spring...?
A coil of heat curls in his chest, dripping down into his stomach. Yes, that's a familiar feeling - need and want pool in his stomach and Mo feels himself shift in his seat, rocking against the steady wood. His breath comes out in heavy, needy huffs, and it's hit him faster than he can think.
His heat's in full swing - he needs to find relief, now.
Mo abruptly stops his wheel, covering the project with a sheet and rushing to rinse his paws off. He just has to make it until Krill comes home.
Mo grits his teeth and shucks his pants to his ankles. A breath hisses through his teeth and Mo thoughtlessly presses his palm to his dick, legs trembling before he even gets to sit down on the bed. Curse these claws sometimes, he wishes he had more control to finger himself...
Drool starts to dribble from his mouth. The tips of his claws roughly dip into his cunt, not enough to push him or hurt, but enough to make him whine. Without thinking, Mo shoves his other paw over his mouth - he doesn't need to stop himself, he's home alone and even then he doesn't make much noise anyway. Regardless, his teeth dig into the hard material of his claws, his palm pressed to his tdick to try and push himself over.
God, he wants Krill so bad. His mind wanders to the idea of Krill's lips around his cock and fingers in his pussy and Mo's body shudders, rutting against his palm even harder. Even without words, there's only one thing on his mind as he humps into his hand, panting and drooling -
Krill.
The thought of his dexterous hands makes Mo tremble and before he's even aware of it, Mo's cum against his paw, hips jerking erratically as he rides out the minimal high. It's not enough - it's not nearly enough to satisfy the boiling in his gut and the haze in his head, hips rocking once again into his now slick palm. It makes him need more. Claws finally pull away from his mouth and drool dribbled down his chin, huffing as he heaves forwards. Maybe if he can just keep himself busy until Krill comes home...
The tips of his claws graze the skin around his aching cunt. Mo's free paw digs into the floor to stead himself, trying to use the new angle to help satiate. Mo's breath comes heavy and he whines, wishing he'd thought to look for one of their stolen toys to help with the onslaught. His thoughts instantly catch on the idea of Krill again, hands gripping the fur on his head as Mo obediently took every inch of that strap down his throat. The weight in his mouth, the way Krill coos and worships him for being such a good boy, the way Krill bucks his hips just to hear Mo whimper and whine, then slowly drags it out... The knowledge that it's just the preamble, and Mo would be able to weep as Krill finally, finally would prop him up so kindly and fuck him full of pups. Oh, he needed to be full and now, Krill's cock in his cunt, making sure Mo's only worry is how his litter will be once Krill's made a mess of him...
Mo grunts, humping against his paw as the thoughts fill his head.
Would Krill fuck him that well? Or tease him, push him to his absolute limit, leave him teetering on the edge over and over? Mo doesn't even care that he's drooling against the floor, that his palm's too slick to get enough friction, that he's just taunting himself, the ideas of being stuffed pregnant and ruthlessly teased mix in his head. He's been a good boy, holding in his need to cum, he's been so good...
The smell pulls him away from his thoughts first, and Mo perks up at the familiar, comfortable scent. It's the smell of Krill - the majority of the smell is Mo, sure, but Krill's smell is still his favorite. Hints of the products he uses, hints of his normal smell hidden under it, overwhelming in warmth and comfort and Mo's heart races. His tail thumps against his back as he pushes himself to wobbly legs - he needs it, he needs it. He hears the footsteps outside the door, hears the door easily open and close - a thankful new addition due to the patron's boons - and finally, finally, that sweet voice he loves so much, calling his name. His body reacts faster than the rest of him.
"Mo? Are yo-" Krill barely finishes the thought as Mo tears out of the bedroom, claws digging into the ground as he pushes himself into a full on run. Mo rushes past the finely decorated hall, into the foyer and tackles Krill to the floor, needy and panting as his claws reach to rip Krill free of his clothes as fast as he can. He needs the relief, the coo in his ear and the fingers in his cunt, now, now, now.
"Momo! Easy, honey, what's gotten into you?" Krill lightly shoves Mo's snout back, only resulting in Mo instead shoving his nose into the crook of Krill's neck. It's so familiar and sweet and he finds the possessive part of him sated that Krill doesn't smell like anything other than how he's supposed to.
Krill chuckles, Mo's nose tickling the fur on Krill's neck, and finally, Mo relents. He sits up on his knees, suddenly aware at how naked he is. Krill doesn't even so much as flinch, just an expression of worry.
"Oh, oh no, I wasn't keeping track. I'm sorry." Krill apologizes, and Mo tilts his head. Nothing to say sorry for, but he appreciates the pets all the same as slender fingers lightly scratch his cheek. "Let me find the strap, and I'll take care of you, okay?"
Mo's mouth waters. Krill's up to his feet and off to figure out which closet it's hiding in - the pain medication they've found for him has been working wonders, and there hasn't even been any negative side effects. It's amazing what money can buy - and Mo pushes himself up. He grimaces at the mess on his palm opting to simply wipe it on his fur and worry about it later. They have a working bath now, even if their home is still hidden in the sewers - it'll be fine.
Mo dips into the bedroom again, settling against the floor. The bed feels like too much effort and his heat is making him so wet that it's making a mess, so he'd rather just mop the floor than change the sheets. Mo settles on his stomach, crossing his arms to rest his head on them, legs propping himself up as he waits for Krill to return to him. His thoughts go wild once again, dwelling on Krill eating him out, Krill fucking his ass as he whines in need against the floor... All he can think about is how much he wants Krill to touch him. Call him what you will, Mo likes his Krill more than anyone, or anything, else.
Mo bites down into his arm to hush his impatient whining, instantly regretting the action as he gets a mouthful of his own shedding fur. Bleh.
The distraction works to pull him from his thoughts, listening for the light steps of Krill from the other room. The footsteps get louder, and Mo's tail whips frantically as he tries to keep himself presented. Krill's quiet this time, stepping around Mo's needy display and crouching in front of him. Mo glances up, tail wagging, surprised by Krill's change of tune. Krill reaches down, and gently pets Mo's head. Yes, yes, he's been such a good boy, he always is-
"Easy, baby." Krill finally speaks and Mo raises his head, eagerly leaning into Krill's light touch. "You're so needy, aren't you?"
The quieter voice doesn't go unnoticed, but Mo's too wrapped up in the euphoria of Krill to mind it much. Heat's about to make him burst, if Krill doesn't do something - anything - that lets Mo grind this out.
Krill's other hand reveals something, all Mo can get is splotchy colors - but the texture tells Mo everything. Mo silently pushes his nose into Krill's hands as the collar is slipped around his neck, a quiet thank you for the missing piece. Krill pets the top of Mo's head, and lightly presses down - causing Mo's nose to bump a familiar texture.
"Good boy. I was saving it as a surprise for later, but if you're in heat, I can't have anyone thinking that you're without a home." Krill coos. A bolt of something goes through Mo's spine - he needs this more than anything right now. Unfocused, he watches Krill as his breath feels heavier.
Krill so kindly rub at the fur on his head, and Mo whimpers. He can't help himself, he's already lapping at the head of the strap. This is better than what he was dreaming of, humping away against his paw, and impatience starts to get the better of him.
"You're so eager, honey. You've been waiting so long, haven't you?" Krill's voice makes Mo shudder. His new collar shifts around his neck and nothing else matters except Krill.
"You want it so bad, don't you, Momo?" Mo doesn't hide the whine - he wants it, he wants it!
"Go on. You've been good." Krill finally gives permission and Mo lunges, pinning Krill to the side of the bed in one quick motion.
Krill gasps as he hits the bed, thankfully soft, as Mo shoves his head down. The way it pushes his jaw open fills something missing in his head, and Mo eagerly pushes as much of the strap into his throat as he can. His claws pin Krill to the bed, still dangerously sharp, and he freely drools around Krill's strap, finding no need for the shame. It's not quite what he needs, but it's the preamble - if he's a good boy and gets the strap slick, it's less work to prepare him to take it. He's going way too hard, his throat will absolutely hurt after this, but he wants it - he bobs his head roughly, swallowing around the strap in his throat, only pulling away to pant and catch his breath.
"Momo, honey, don't hurt yourself..." Krill says, affectionately petting Mo's head as he huffs. "I know you're eager, but you gotta slow down."
The cooing in his ear makes him want to cry. His sweet Krill, always so kind, making him feel loved even when he can only think about being bred into the floor...
"I'll take care of you. Okay?" Krill reassures. "Go ahead and settle back down into your arms, and I'll help you with that heat."
Finally. Finally. Mo obeys without question, presenting himself once again, spreading his legs a little further. His eyes don't focus and he feels like he might start trying to wrestle control from Krill if he doesn't hurry up. Krill's thoughtful, spreading Mo's aching cunt, admiring how Mo's still so slick and needy. Krill takes Mo's dick in his fingers, lightly rubbing it, and Mo makes another whine as every nerve lights in need. Please, god, more. More.
Mo finally feels the slick head of the strap push in and his body shudders, whining as Krill slowly, slowly, presses into him. The strap's far more built for Mo's needs than Krill's, so it takes some effort to get things lined up - but the way his body clenches around the strap finally pushing in makes the ache finally start to hit a point where it's no longer painful, just good. Krill grabs at his thighs, probably needing the step stool to get high up enough for this, and Mo grunts. Krill always starts so painfully slow, easing the strap in and out to make sure Mo's still not hurt, but his patience is worn too thin for Krill's nature right now. Krill eases in, and out, and Mo finally snaps.
"Momo-" Krill barely gets the words out before Mo reaches behind himself, shoving Krill unceremoniously to the floor. Krill yelps on the way down, and gasps in surprise when Mo's not retreating from a bad touch, but instead mounting the strap, lowering himself down on the strap in it's entirety. Mo groans, relishing in feeling stuffed full like this, and continues to keep Krill pinned to the ground. with his paws as he settles onto the strap.
Finally, finally, that's more like it.
Krill's very worried, and Mo would have done something to alleviate that if he wasn't a puppet to his heat. He leans in, nuzzles Krill's cheek, and pulls himself up - only to push right back down, feeling a sense of pride at the way the tag of his collar jingles against his chest. Krill holds his paws until Mo moves them back to keep his balance, left to awe as Mo fucks himself on Krill's dildo. Mo sets a heavy pace, relishing in the way his hips thump against Krill's, knowing damn well this is probably the least attractive he's looked in a long ass time. His foot claws dig into the flooring as he rides Krill's strap for all he can, like if he tries hard enough, it'll get him pregnant. The thought returns, the feeling of Krill cumming in his aching cunt, and he speeds up, feeling his weight shift as he does.
Krill, on the other hand, is highly enjoying the show - he watches Mo in awe, how his collar reflects the light, how he huffs and growls and hisses as he pushes himself up and down on the strap, and if they didn't have the money, Krill might be worried for his pelvis breaking from how heavy Mo hits his hips when sliding back down.
"Oh, honey..." Krill wishes he had time to get that leash on Mo before this. "You're doing so well..."
Spurred by Krill's praise, Mo speeds his pace further, his only warning be a heavy gasp.
Mo cums hard, though calling it squirting would be a lie - it's a proper spray, heavy as he slips down on the strap, coating Krill's fur and groaning as he finally, finally, quells the heat. Mo clenches hard around the strap, breath heavy and hard, as he finally feels the haze of his heat fade.
"Holy shit, Mo." Krill manages, still pinned under Mo's weight.
Mo flushes, quickly standing up and letting the strap slide out with a pop. He shimmies aside, more focused on how Krill's panting and wide eyed, and leans over next to Krill's head. Mo gently scoops Krill into his arms, nudging his forehead with his nose.
"... I think that's the sexiest thing you've done in a while." Krill admits, and Mo feels his face burn at the thought. Was it that much...?
"A-also, I'm good. You didn't hurt me, Momo." Krill reassures, leaning up to pet Mo's head. "I absolutely need a bath, though. You also ripped my clothes to shreds."
Mo shrinks a little in embarrassment, but Krill only laughs. "It's okay, honestly. The collar's cute on you, too."
Mo blinks, and snaps his jaw shut as Krill continues to fawn over him - and quickly rushes to the bathroom, still a little worried he's hurt Krill - but Krill eases his worries all the same, taking a moment to kiss him, too.
While the strap wasn't used again that night, Mo certainly made up for the drenching with a bit of effort - and heat was effectively curbed for the day.