Junction (Unabridged)

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Robin pushed Samael against the roughshod timber before reaching down to clutch into his taut rump. His muscles bulged with the effort of lifting his stocky partner as Samael snaked his own thick arms around Robin's neck with a hot pant. It gave Robin the moment of respite needed to grasp into his near-erect malehood and guide it between Samael's buttocks, muttering useless words into his companion's neck before thrusting forward in a successful bid to penetrate the mewling redneck.

Samael gasped over a shoulder as his powerful thighs clamped around Robin's sides. Robin wheezed from the show of strength but doggedly shoved forward to smash Samael into the wall to stabilize them both. He felt a flutter against the stiff spines at the base of his tail, realizing through the haze of pleasure that Samael's shorts were still hanging from one ankle.

Frantic wasn't a strong enough word for this shit.

"Goddamn," he hissed while slowly pulling his hips back, releasing a few centimeters of his throbbing flesh. "Ya need a new hobby."

A low moan was the only response until Samael's enticing drawl crawled over his cheek. "Hnghh...shut up 'n fuck me already..."

Robin snorted but could hardly mask his own burgeoning desire. "Ain't easy bein' one'a ya friends, gatito," he growled. The word carried forbidden ecstasy, coursing through his veins with reckless abandon to surge into every extremity. A heated breath escaped his jaws a moment before his hips rushed upward. His length disappeared once more and his knot nearly followed, saved from entrapment only by the overpowering urge to break into a methodical rhythm.

His reward for maintaining focus came in the form of Samael's delighted yelps, punctuated by each swift thrust to echo down the silent corridor. Robin hadn't bothered to check for interlopers in either direction, nor did he particularly care about having anyone stumble across him to find his pants puddled around his prosthetic legs and his dick lodged into the resident sex fiend.

...All the same, woulda been annoying to have to stop on the off chance they got interrupted.

As dirt from the hard-packed walls and ceiling pattered across their wrinkled features, Robin did his best to convey his dilemma. "Hah...fuck...hng, we...should...fuck...get...somewhere...haah, shit...private," he grunted between his relentless pounding.

Samael's arms tightened, perhaps to ensure their physical arrangement maintained regardless of Robin's decision. "Bunk's right 'round the corner," he whispered before running his tongue eagerly across Robin's throat and providing a whole new definition of 'fuckable'. "Jus' don't drop me, sweetheart."

Robin barked out a short laugh while securing his grip on Samael's hindquarters. "Hang on, ya horny bitch..."

He gave one more mighty thrust, intending only to keep his malehood comfortably buried. What he got instead was the dull pop of his knot punching home past the iron-like grip of Samael's entrance. His eyes bulged and he doubled over while Samael arched his back and cried out in shameless bliss. "Ahhh, shit!" Robin groaned, stumbling backward and nearly tripping over his discarded shorts. "Fuck, h-hold on, ya impatient midget whoo-ooohhh verga!"

He stared down as Samael's orgasm flooded out between them, several thick streams blasting across their chests and stomachs. His lover bleated wantonly against his shoulder and Robin had little choice but to embrace him fiercely as he forced his trembling legs to fucking move.

He half-jogged, half-wobbled down the corridor as Samael begged him for more amid the absolute mess he was making of Robin's undershirt. Robin's own bliss was teetering on the peak, but now he felt challenged to at least get them to a fucking bed, if only to prove he could claim some sort of self-control around his shameless little friend. Samael's bright blue flesh twitched and released another brief burst with every step he took, yet Shorty's eyes had already opened again to drown him in terrifying desire.

Robin cursed as the hum built up in his ears, compounded by the artful pressure engulfing his steel-stiff erection. Only the jangle of Samael's tail saved him from a complete loss of presence. The melodic chime reminded him he still had a job to finish and he grit his teeth with determination while bursting through the tarp to make a beeline for his disheveled cot.

He all but slammed Samael into the mattress as he dropped to his knees, dueling shouts of shock and pleasure twining between them. Robin dug his fingers into Samael's hips, taking a moment to inhale sharply. Their eyes locked and they shared a toothy grin a moment before Robin snarled and broke into a crude imitation of Sirca's finest jackhammer.

The thin metal frame rocked and creaked, slamming into the wall over and over as Robin's hips became a blur of movement. He bent over Samael, his teeth driving into his neck and shoulder as Samael's own jaws clamped around Robin's arm, somewhat muffling the piercing shrieks of ecstasy. His knot might have burst free once or twice but Samael certainly didn't seem to mind as a second orgasm ravaged his stout frame, coaxing forth a weaker deluge that nonetheless added to the warm mess between them.

Robin's eyes fluttered shut at the involuntary clamping around his turgid arousal, finally releasing his wavering grip on the floodgates. His waist smashed ruthlessly forward, spreading Samael's legs comically wide at his sides while his climax poured deep into his partner. He shouted his joy into Samael's damp fur, grinding and mashing and shoving himself desperately against his companion's writhing form in a bid to soak up every last drop of the passionate collision.

Several seconds of shared bliss glided past before Robin's motions finally slowed. Their jaws separated from each other's bodies, allowing their eyes to again meet as their heavy panting mixed above a slurry of ecstasy. Samael's trembling legs at last faltered and dropped down to the mattress, making them both wince as Robin caught himself on his elbows. Their muzzles pressed end-to-end and he fought to catch his breath.

"I ain't...pullin' out...so move ya fuckin'...big ass over, Shorty..."

Samael warbled out a laugh, awkwardly shifting so Robin could clamber onto the too-small bed. They winced together as they struggled into a more comfortable position, eventually ending up on their sides with Samael's back pressed against his chest.

Robin looped an arm around him, paying little mind to the sticky mess that coated his forearm and instead drawing silent contentment from the tail that curled around his, from the legs that wove themselves into his own in spite of the cold metal that met Samael's exploratory paws. Robin forced a weary chuckle while reaching down for the prosthetics.

"Hold up, lemme...just..." He found the release and activated it with a soft hiss. A brief tremble rolled over his spine as the complex technology disconnected from his nerve endings. "There ya go, gatito," he murmured, nudging the curved metal limbs off the mattress with his stumps.

"Still kinda scary how them things just...come right off," Samael chuckled as he wiggled back a bit and caused Robin's still-stiff malehood to twitch within. "Mmm..." The tender caress of his paws along the bottom of Robin's legs felt nicer than he wanted to admit. "S'pose it do make fer better cuddlin' without all that extra metal..."

"That mean I don't gotta deal with this shit when you top?" Robin deadpanned while reaching down to idly squeeze Samael's waning erection, his fingers caressing along the unique piercings at the bottom of his damp malehood.

Samael squirmed and then released a breathy giggle as he relaxed against Robin's torso. "Heh. Guess we'll find out soon enough." Robin closed his eyes and dropped his muzzle against the top of Samael's head. "Always happy to keep you on call whenever I come knockin' round Q-Base..."

"A real honor, I'm sure," Robin replied mildly, pretending he didn't smile as his arm settled once more around Samael's waist.

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