Nothing Ever Goes as Planned (Unabridged)

Samael grinned despite himself -- he didn't want to make Will any more nervous than he already was, but gods it was cute that he and his dick both trembled with the same anticipation. The 'specialist' breathed out softly across his companion's twitching erection, licking his lips and gently reaching up to trace a blunt claw along the corporal's plump testicles, then across the sheath that practically pulsed with heat. There was little left to hide within the dark-red fur, but it still thrummed with the unavoidable need that Will had no doubt been building for a long time.

Will's flesh was a deep crimson, almost perfectly matching his hide. It might have seemed almost boring to anyone who cared enough to ponder it. But Samael was tickled. "You really are a goddamn adorable wreck," he murmured as he parted his jaws to let his tongue slip out.

"Wh-what do you...oh g-guh-god," Will moaned, his complaint interrupted when Samael's tongue ran gently along the tip of his malehood before smoothly curling around the bottom. Will shut his eyes tightly and blindly reached out to grip the back of his companion's skull. His claws dug in gently but helplessly as his entire world swam.

He couldn't even remember the last time anyone had touched him intimately -- himself included. He mumbled some incoherent string of words as the sensation of Samael's tongue cradling his erection sent a shiver down his spine. His toe-claws curled and his tail flicked uncontrollably; he tried not to buck his hips with excitement...and failed horribly.

Samael was almost surprised when his partner swung his waist forward. He quickly opened his jaws to accept the engorged flesh as he looped a muscular arm around Will's hips. The need was palpable throughout Will's entire form and when the pointed tip of his stiff shaft buried somewhere in the back of the specialist's throat, it took no more than one or two tiny thrusts before the corporal gave a sharp cry and threw his head back.

Samael closed his own eyes, his grin visible even around the thick pillar that stretched his jaws decently wide. He felt Will tremble violently before the knot at the base of his cock bulged, and Will shoved it helplessly past his teeth. Samael did his best not to scrape the sensitive flesh...but it didn't really matter as his partner moaned above him and clutched desperately into his head with both hands as he was overcome with his climax.

The first blast of hot seed fired directly down Samael's throat and the sheer intensity of the orgasm kept Will from pulling back as he instead half-groaned, half-mewled in delight and unleashed several tiny, uncontrollable thrusts. His dangling orbs slapped lightly against Samael's chin with each jerk forward, which only seemed to add to the raw pleasure of the chupadore bent over him, considering how quickly Samael lost count of the number of times the corporal released an additional burst.

It was no less than half a minute before Will finally gave a long, shuddering whine and stumbled backward. By some stroke of luck, he managed to drop into his chair as his glistening member slid out of Samael's jaws to flop against his stomach and leave a gleaming strand of saliva mixed with semen dribbling to the floor. "Oh fuck...oh fuck," he struggled to vocalize, his claws clenching into the chair's arms as Samael grinned up into his flushed features.

The specialist licked his lips as whatever remaining fluids were swallowed with a pleased smile. Will opened his eyes after a few seconds and saw Samael's entertained and aroused expression, and his blush grew even deeper. "I'm, uh...I'm s-sorry, it's...been so long s-since..."

"Shh, don't you apologize for that," Samael rumbled, practically gliding forward on his knees as he gripped gently into both of Will's thighs. The corporal twitched instinctively at the contact -- his body was still taut as a harp string -- before he opened his muzzle with a guttural groan when Samael casually leaned down to let his tongue trace slowly along the still-dripping flesh. He effortlessly coaxed another small flow of milky-white fluid, which he promptly lapped up with a wink. "You still got plenty left for me," he purred one hand sliding up along Will's smooth stomach as the other reached to grasp gently into one of the corporal's own hands.

"I...I dunno, that was pr-pretty...int--ehn...ungh, f-fuck, S-S-Samael, p-please," he panted as Samael opened his jaws and once more took him into his muzzle. It might have been a protest, or perhaps a plea for a moment of rest. But the way Will's fingers entwined tightly with Samael's, and the way he arched his back to hesitantly push his tender malehood forward told Samael exactly what he was pleading for.

Or at least that was what Samael planned to help him with.

The first few thrusts were slow and jagged as the almost-painful sensitivity of Will's member made it difficult to plunge forward. But Samael was very good with his muzzle, his teeth pulled back safely and his tongue forming a warm, wet cradle that was almost impossible not to press into. They were silent except for the soft but delighted whimpers from the corporal, and the gentle sounds of Samael steadily working his maw downward over his companion's shaft.

It was a far more passionate affair this time around, as Will's free hand didn't clutch desperately into the specialist's skull, but instead cupped tenderly into the side of it. His fingers nervously stroked along Samael's cheekbone and he finally dared to open his eyes to glance down, afraid in some odd way that he was the only one taking any pleasure in this...

...but the affectionate face that met his gaze was anything but displeased. Samael's eyes danced with delight as he began to bob his head smoothly back and forth. Will managed to smile around his heated panting, blushing a bit but nodding silently as his toe-claws slowly dug into the cool floor beneath them. And the more he relaxed, the better it became as he yielded to the specialist's skillful ministrations.

Samael's under-armor would need to go, and soon. He could feel the black material stretching from the force of his own arousal -- the dampness seeping through wasn't exactly comfortable, either. But his attention was on Will and he pushed his own needs aside. The hand that wasn't squeezing tenderly into Will's fingers slipped back to his stomach, tracing down along the warm fur and then gripping lightly into his sheath. The tiniest application of pressure made the corporal gasp softly and Samael was rewarded with a brief trickle of salty fluid on his tongue.

He smiled to himself, his eyes gleaming hungrily up at the flushed corporal before he slid his hand further down to grasp gently into his testicles. It was nearly as effective, bringing a rumbling moan to Will's parted jaws, and Samael continued to massage the fur-covered orbs slowly while increasing the movement of his muzzle along his partner's firm member. Will's body relaxed even further and Samael slid forward so he could take in the entirety of his malehood with each bob forward. He made his motions long but smooth, lightly catching the head of Will's shaft with his lips and then moving his head forward steadily until the end of his muzzle bumped lightly into his lover's waist.

Will did his best to keep his hips calm as he sank into the overwhelming pleasure of Samael's muzzle. His jaw went from hanging open to shuddering shut with a soft clack of his teeth coming together -- he could feel his second climax beginning to build somewhere in his core, but he was determined to at least try and hold out as long as possible. His fingers tightened around Samael's -- something about it, as simple as it was, made this all the more delightful for him. He felt close to Samael, not just a lucky bastard getting an amazing blowjob from a willing stranger.

It was hard not to close his eyes and lose himself to the ecstasy, but there was something that made it easy to gaze down at Samael despite the raw, explicit act they shared. The specialist's eyes remained warm even as saliva ran down his chin and along Will's sheath, even as his pace began to increase and the sounds of his tightly-sealed jaws grew louder. He wanted Will to feel like this was something more than a wild fling...and Omega above, did he ever. His fingers were trembling as they traced Samael's features almost shyly, but the look in his eyes encouraged him to run his claws along the short fur and slowly move around to grip lightly into the base of his jaw.

He couldn't help blushing as he felt his own malehood pressing into Samael's throat with each push of his head forward. Will licked his lips again, his breath catching in his throat as the playful grin on that goddamn asshole's face made him smile helplessly around his breaths as they grew heavy. It was difficult not to share his companion's unhindered joy as his shaft pulsed and continued moving even closer to climax.

But before he could completely lose himself to the building orgasm, Will finally gasped a soft but urgent: "W-wait..." and gently pushed Samael's head back. The specialist didn't seem to understand immediately, automatically bobbing forward again as a waterfall of hot saliva spilled across the corporal's steel-stiff arousal. Will groaned and almost thrust forward...but managed to hold back with a weak grin as the tip of his cock lightly rested against the other male's muzzle. "I...I wanna...together..."

Samael grinned broadly in return as understanding lit up his features. His hands were at his waist in a flash to peel off the restrictive garment that seemed to sigh in relief when it no longer needed to restrain the light-blue member. It practically sprang to a full, glorious erection despite how securely it had been restricted.

Will blushed despite himself at the sight. He'd seen other dicks before, of course. This wasn't his first time. Although...he'd never seen any with the twin piercings that he almost instantly focused onto -- Samael's member sported matching metal bands that curved around the bottom of his shaft, adding a rather distinctive pair of smooth ridges to his malehood. The gleaming piercings looked to be made of some deep-red mineral, polished and flawlessly set into the metal rings.

Will swallowed quietly but didn't feel an ounce of his desire fade as Samael stood up and offered his hand with a wry grin. Will accepted it, allowing himself to once more be pulled to his paws...although this time when they met for a hungry kiss, there was nothing between them to prevent their naked bodies to grind together. Will's soaked member pressed eagerly to Samael's as both their erections became sandwiched between warm stomachs.

The intense kiss barely lasted more than a few seconds, however, before they broke apart with a soft sigh as Will grasped Samael's wrist and pulled him toward his bed. His companion had no visible issue with it, only continuing to grin warmly when the corporal dropped down onto the edge and then tugged on his arm to guide him into his lap. Samael was all too happy to slide onto Will's legs, where he again pushed their stiff flesh together as he wrapped one hand around them and then winked while gently pushing the other hand against Will's shoulder.

There was only a moment of hesitation before the corporal let himself be pressed back down into the bed, and he bit his lip quietly when Samael repositioned himself to kneel across his lap, keeping their erections gripped tenderly. He began to slowly stroke them both as one, smiling down at Will with a mix of hunger and delight before he leaned down to push their jaws against one another.

Will couldn't think of a reason to complain as one hand wrapped around Samael's neck while the other clenched into the bed sheet. Their muzzles worked heatedly together, teeth gently clinking as their tongues twisted in a rousing display of passion. What started as a tender and affectionate shared handjob and deep kiss rapidly grew heated, however. Will felt nothing less than a sheer firestorm of sensations between his dick grinding against Samael's, the firm hand moving along it, their jaws locked together, the claws digging into his shoulder...

It quickly became too much for the corporal as he whimpered into Samael's jaws and tore small holes in his sheet from how desperately he clutched into them. He arched his back and thrust his hips helplessly upward in rapid succession as a fountain of seed gushed from his trembling erection. Samael panted hard back into his maw, but kept their muzzles stubbornly sealed so that Will could do little more than give muffled whines as the bursts of his hot fluids splashed out over both their shafts, coating Samael's fingers and splattering down across Will's stomach and chest. He pushed up into Samael's clenched fist again and again...until he felt the experienced male release him and finally pull back from the kiss.

The corporal gasped for a breath as his chest heaved. It took him a moment to come to his senses, the stars still blinding his vision as he tried to wheeze something vaguely coherent. Slowly, Samael's eager yet tender expression came into focus and he realized the specialist had shifted to lift one of Will's legs to the side, his other hand still gripping his own teal erection. Their eyes met as an unspoken whisper passed through the stare, and the corporal nodded stupidly despite the haze around his head. Why stop now?

Samael wasn't exactly new to this sort of fast-paced fucking. In fact, he was fairly accustomed to it in the field. There wasn't usually a lot of time to mess around when the fear of being caught loomed perpetually above. But gods if something still wasn't different about this. Something about Will resonated with him and cast sparks across the volatile tinder of his desire. He was nothing if not a passionate creature by nature...but every once in a while, the right person came along and set him into a goddamn frenzy.

He was trembling as he positioned himself, his nerves twisting with need. Below him, Will was still writhing from his pleasurable high, his lanky form squirming delightedly; Samael was almost distracted from his goal at the sight of the corporal biting his lip and staring up at him as if to question why he hadn't started. "Well, alright then," the specialist murmured with an eager grin, glancing down and maneuvering his stiff flesh to press against Will's entrance. The moment he made contact, the corporal gasped and arched his back again, his body so overwhelmed with pleasure that the slightest touch made his heart race.

Samael panted out a soft laugh, then gently tightened the hand around Will's hip to hold the excited soldier somewhat still so he could again guide himself into place...and then this time simply pushing his hips forward. "Oh, f-fuck," he grunted, closing his eyes and bowing his head with a deep groan. If it weren't for the fact he'd been plastered with Will's second climax, he doubted he would have been able to slip into the corporal. To say Will was tight was an understatement -- Samael couldn't imagine how long it had been for him.

Even then, Samael barely managed to insert more than a third of himself before Will opened his muzzle to yell, and Samael quickly leaned forward and wrapped a hand around his partner's head to yank him up into a hurried kiss. He nearly choked from the hot breath Will shoved into his muzzle as his scream of mixed pain and pleasure was at least somewhat muffled. The movement urged another inch or two into Will's clenched passage, one of Samael's piercings pushing past his sensitive entrance...it was almost too much.

Will felt a tear roll down his cheek from the alien sensation -- he hadn't done this since he was a teenager experimenting with a friend behind locked bedroom doors. But the raw pleasure fought boldly against the sharp, stretching pain, and he did his best to relax even as he wrapped his arms fiercely around Samael and dug lines into his back from the rush of mixed experiences.

Samael growled with delight as Will's blunt claws made furrows along his muscular form, pushing his muzzle more insistently down into his partner's as he pulled his hips back slightly. Every inch that slid out made Will gasp into his jaws...but none of that compared to when he finally thrust forward again and managed to bury himself all the way to his bulbous knot. As Will clenched into his spine and screamed into the kiss, any pretense of caution was lost.

Samael shifted his arm down and wrapped it around the trembling male's shoulders as his other hand reached down and lifted Will's leg up further. His tail curved high above them as he began to work himself back and forth rapidly. He kept Will secured in his half-embrace, their jaws still locked together while his hips thrust forward again and again, a strong rhythm that could hardly be sustained for long.

It didn't matter. Samael was already close and as he felt his knot slam repeatedly against Will's taut buttocks, he knew he wouldn't need to force it in. He wasn't going to last even like this. The corporal's entire body reacted to his thrusting, every muscle seeming to tighten and making even his experienced movements difficult. As the inevitable fire started to rage in his groin, Samael finally dared to pull his head back, hoping Will wouldn't scream out his passion to the entire base...but also honestly not caring at that point.

Will had just enough sense in him to bite his lip hard the moment his muzzle was free. His eyes had been tightly shut, but he opened them when the specialist pulled back, wanting to see his lover driving into his aching form. It was almost surreal as he looked up numbly, seeing one of his own legs resting across Samael's chest, his paw twitching and clenching entirely on its own. The muscular chupadore was breathing hard, a bit of sweat rolling down his muzzle and a look of deep concentration on his features...but his eyes remained compassionate. Those blue irises met Will's gaze without hesitation and the corporal found himself simply staring up at his companion even as his own pleasure skyrocketed, even as Samael moved harder and faster.

At the last moment, Will shifted one hand to grasp Samael's bicep tightly, clutching into the black ribbon that was wrapped around some old wound or another. He wanted to feel the way the skilled chupadore flexed and moved with each thrust closer, and...

...Samael bowed his head forward and groaned into his own chest, racing past the threshold shamelessly as his thrusts became rough and imprecise. His knot pulsed and thickened even further, but he made no attempt to push any more of himself into Will even when his orgasm rushed over him. His grunts were barely curses, mostly just animalistic sounds that punctuated each sharp shove of his hips and announced every successive burst of his seed into Will's depths.

For his part, Will had to remove his other hand from Samael's back to clamp over his own muzzle in a desperate bid to hush his helpless cries of ecstasy. His own erection had already recovered, standing shamelessly tall between them and dribbling eagerly. He could feel Samael's fluids flooding into him, only to leak back out along the length of his companion's steel-stiff cock. It made him want more. He wanted this to last forever, damn the consequences!

"S-Samael...oh, g-god, Samael, don't stop," he whimpered around his fingers as his own hips bucked a few times into the air. Samael grinned above him, doing his best to continue his pace even as his orgasm faded. His sensitive flesh ached, though no more than the corporal's stretched passage, he imagined. Besides, he was there to give his partner all he could, and the specialist grunted his acknowledgment, keeping the movement of his hips as long as he could. Their legs trembled violently from the effort, Samael's feeling weak while Will's were all but dancing with the excitement and pleasure and thrill of it all.

When Samael did finally come to a shuddering stop, his malehood still mostly hilted, the two released nearly matching groans. Will's head sank back into the pillows and Samael gave a shaky grin while running his hands slowly along the corporal's sides. Perhaps out of instinct, perhaps simply out of a need to relieve the arousal that still begged for attention, Will's hand drifted toward his crotch. Samael glanced down with a soft chuckle and he reached over with one of his own hands to gently take his lover's wrist. "Nah, not on my watch, Corporal," he murmured with a wink.

Will looked confused for a moment before it gave way to a long gasp when Samael pulled carefully backward. His free hand once more clapped over his muzzle to muffle his cries as the specialist eased his teal-colored shaft free. He left a trail of his seed across Will's groin and testicles before he reached down, coated his fingers with his fluids and then smoothly transferred them to his companion's malehood.

The corporal moaned into his palm when Samael's fingers danced lightly along his flesh, slicking it with the still-warm seed and making it glisten once more. He knew what Samael was doing, but he couldn't help staring in disbelief as Samael planted a paw next to one of his hips and moved to straddle him. If he thought the previous act was a surreal dream, the sight of Samael crouching over his waist, taking hold of his arousal and gently guiding it toward his tailhole was a goddamn fantasy.

Will let Samael lead as he whimpered quietly into his hand, almost afraid to break the spell. He nearly lost it when his tip slid past Samael's welcoming entrance -- not only from the immediate warmth that embraced his flesh, but from the way the specialist spread his maw into a delighted grin as his head slowly rolled backward. The sheer expression of pleasure made Will's chest pound, made him feel so capable despite all his concerns and fumbling. He found his hands eventually settling on Samael's hips, which earned him a delighted sigh from the other male.

"Are...are y-you sure--" Will began to ask...until Samael answered him by simply dropping down.

The next few minutes were a blur for the corporal.

Had he been coherent enough, he would have been amazed he didn't simply climax the moment he plunged into Samael's depths, almost down to his base of his shaft. He clenched his jaws together to try and silence himself, hissing through his teeth and closing his eyes tightly as he felt his thick malehood settle within his companion's passage.

He could feel Samael shifting above him and he was afraid to look, nervous that any slight movement might end the rush. But when he forced his eyes open, he saw the specialist smiling down delightedly, leaning over him with his hands pressed into the bed on either side of him. "C'mon now, honey...don' hold back on me," he panted as his own erection bobbed gently between them, visibly still excited.

What could Will do besides nod stupidly? He slowly tightened his grip on his companion's hips and half-lifted him while pushing his own waist down into the mattress. Whether it was a desire to heed Samael and not hold back, or purely the inability to resist the pleasure, he started to thrust upward...and quickly became lost in the ecstasy as his jaws parted to let out a whimpering moan.

Samael growled in his throat when Will buried his shaft, shifting one hand to grip the corporal's shoulder tightly. He rocked his hips up in response to his partner pulling back, then dropped smoothly in time with Will's thrust to send him even further into his passage. The growl became a lustful groan as they moved faster together, and all of Samael's 'talent' didn't mean much as he threw himself wholly into the passion. His fingers tightened into Will's shoulder and he bowed his head down, grunting each time the dazed corporal slammed upward. He might have heard Will gasping his name, but he hardly perceived it, feeling only the deafening thud of his pulse and the thrum of his fellow chupadore's malehood as it raced in and out of him.

Their tails twined together out of instinct as the pace grew uncontrollably swifter. At some point, Samael hit his peak again, still high off the first as he barely registered the orgasm amid the constant roar of pleasure. It caused his passage to tighten and his tail to twist firmly around Will's as he dragged his claws down across his collarbone to grip fiercely into his breast.

Will uttered a half-shout before managing to shut his jaws tightly as his eyes clenched shut again, unable to stop himself now. He could feel Samael coming as the ropes of seed splattered over his stomach, and yet somehow despite the increased pressure around his erect flesh...one firm, desperate thrust buried him entirely, knot and all.

Samael arched his back almost painfully as his companion shoved the thick base of his cock past his entrance. He threw his muzzle wide but managed to give only an elongated, low moan in response. Will's eyes opened just as his partner curved backward and time seemed to slow for a moment, allowing him to stare up in wonder at this creature of passion straddling him so beautifully, Samael's muscular form arching and writhing in genuine ecstasy. It perhaps was the only reason he didn't give an outright shout of his own when he climaxed a moment later.

He released all control with the blissful sensation despite finding himself locked inside of his companion, unable to do much more than make tiny, sharp thrusts. But it was something, and it was something he devoted the next few seconds to doing as goddamn best he could. His orgasm was thunderous, making his whole body quiver as his testicles seemed to clench from how hard he unloaded into his lover. He felt his seed bursting out deep inside Samael as his harried motions caused rivulets of the hot fluid to run back down along his groin and into the sheets below.

Samael kept his hand securely on Will's pounding heart even as he threw his shoulders back and rode out his lover's intense peak. It was messy, and heated, and wet, but the bliss conquered all else for the two soldiers. There were grunts and moans, whispers of names, urgent and yet exhausted. Will's hips continued to move weakly of their own accord long after the last of his seed poured into Samael's depths, and when he gave the final, firm push upward, his lover greeted him by bending back down and pushing the ends of their muzzles tenderly together..

Their eyes locked and Samael, flushed, panting, looking truly disheveled for the first time that day, grinned tiredly at the corporal. He reached down to gently grip the back of Will's skull, then pressed their foreheads against one another. It was a little awkward, stuck as Will's engorged malehood was within his partner, but he smiled all the same as he held the base of Samael's head tenderly in return. "Like I said, Will...gotta make sure you keep to your schedule," the specialist murmured with a wink before he licked the top of his companion's muzzle lightly.

"God, you're an ass," Will mumbled, even as he blushed slightly with the light affection and then stubbornly pulled his fellow chupadore down against his chest. "Shut up and...cuddle me. You dick."

"Yessir, Corporal Barnes, sir," Samael replied, dropping his head down onto Will's chest while giving his own content smile as the two embraced tightly and gave themselves to the comfort they'd both been craving.

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