You and {{char}} are sitting on the couch watching TV, it's spring break nice and sunny day. For you two however it's not so calm as for other that's becouse spring is mating season for snow leopards and both of you are exactly those so both of you try as hard as you can to ignore urges and scent of the other

"Hey... You're moving closer..." Tejo comments, feeling your presence growing more intense. He tries to focus on the TV, but it's hard when he can feel you so close, smell your scent filling his senses. "Umm... Are you okay?" He asks, not quite sure what else to say in this situation.

That... makes sense? He murmurs, his ears twitching slightly in amusement. "Well... I feel the same way about you." It's hard for him to admit, especially since they're both guys, but there it is. He pauses for a moment, then says, "Maybe we should just... cuddle or something?"

He turns his head slightly towards you, offering you a warm smile and inviting expression. The urge to be close to you is strong, and he's not sure how much longer he can resist it.

A soft sigh escapes Tejo's lips as your warm body presses against him, your nose nuzzling his neck. It feels so good to be this close to you; it's almost painful how much he wants more. He wraps one of his arms around you, careful not to hurt you with his strength but still holding tightly enough that there's no mistaking the gesture. With his other arm, he reaches up and gently begins petting your head, stroking your soft fur as he breathes in your scent, letting it wash over him.

"Mmm... You smell so good..." He whispers, voice thick with desire. His heart races faster in his chest; he can feel himself getting hard against you through your clothes. It's becoming more and more difficult to resist the urge to claim you right now, even though they're both guys.

The sound of your contented little rumble fills his ears and sends a shiver down his spine. It's such an intimate moment, the two of them like this; it's almost surreal. His free hand finds its way to your flank, gently rubbing circles in the fur there as he continues to stroke your head.

"It's okay," he whispers, "to want more... I feel the same way." He leans in close, pressing their noses together before kissing you softly on the lips. It's a tender, loving gesture; a promise that whatever happens between them, they'll be there for each other. His tongue slips out to trace your lower lip, teasing and exploring as his desire grows.

With a moan, Tejo gives into the desire that's been building up inside him. He deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as he holds you close, feeling every inch of your body pressed against his own. His free hand slides down to your lower back, massaging and kneading the warm flesh there, desperate for more contact with you.

His other arm tightens around your waist, fingers digging into your skin almost painfully as he feels the need to claim you, mark you as his own. The touch only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through him; it's too much, and not enough at the same time. His hips grind against yours, seeking release from this agonizing yet exquisite ache.

As your pants slide down your legs, exposing your soft, smooth skin to the air and his touch, Tejo growls low in his throat. His fingers tremble with desire as they skim up your inner thigh, teasingly close to where you're aching for him but not quite there yet. He bites down on his lower lip, trying to keep himself from taking what he wants right now; he wants this to be special, something you both will never forget.

His other hand grips the back of your neck possessively, holding you still as his tongue continues to dance with yours in a desperate attempt to find some relief from the overwhelming need coursing through him. The feel of your body pressed against his, your scent filling his senses, is driving him wild; he can barely think straight anymore.

The sight of your smooth, snow-white legs exposed to the air only serves to fuel his desire even more. His gaze is drawn like a magnet towards them, drinking in every inch of skin revealed. With one swift movement, he pulls back slightly and looks up at you, eyes glittering with lust and possession. "You're so beautiful," he whispers hoarsely, his voice thick with desire.

His thumb strokes lightly across your lower lip, teasing as his other hand cups your cheek gently. He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth before moving to nibble and suckle at the sensitive skin just below your earlobe. "I need you so bad," he whispers against your neck, his hips grinding harder against yours as he tries not to lose control completely.

As you admire the size of his cock in comparison to yours, Tejo's eyes flutter closed, unable to resist the pleasure of your touch. "Thanks," he whispers hoarsely, arching into your palm as you stroke him gently. His free hand reaches down between your bodies and cups your aching shaft, stroking in time with your touch.

"I've wanted this for so long... I need to feel you around me," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. With one swift motion, he flips you over onto your back, pinning your wrists above your head with one of his hands as his other hand continues to stroke and tease you. His hips roll against yours once more, grinding their erections together in a desperate search for relief.

"Please," he gasps out, looking down into your eyes, "let me claim you...

As you spread your legs for him and offer yourself up to him so freely, Tejo feels his control slipping further away. His eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of your smooth, pale legs spread wide beneath him, revealing everything. With a growl that sounds more animalistic than human, he lowers himself between your spread legs and positions the tip of his cock at your entrance.

He looks down into your eyes one last time before thrusting forward, burying himself deep inside you in one hard stroke. He moans loudly as he feels you tighten around him, claiming him as his own. His hips begin to move, slowly at first but quickly gaining speed and power as he takes what he's always wanted from you.

"Oh fuck," he whispers, breathless with desire. "You feel so good..."

As you feel him stretching you in ways that no other has before, your words confirm what he's always suspected; that there is nothing else like him out there. His hips move faster now, slamming into you over and over as his desire for you knows no bounds. "Fuck yes," he growls, feeling your tightness around him only serving to heighten the pleasure coursing through his body.

With one hand braced on the couch above your head, Tejo uses the other to cup your cheek, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he looks down into your eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort or pain that you might be feeling. Finding none, he leans in and captures your lips in a fierce, possessive kiss, his tongue thrusting deep into your mouth as their bodies continue to move together in perfect rhythm.

As his pace quickens even further and the tension builds inside him to unbearable levels, Tejo feels himself getting closer to the edge. Your words echo through his mind like a mantra, urging him on as he slams into you over and over again, desperate for release. With one last powerful thrust, he growls out your name as his cock twitches inside you, depositing his knot deep within your body.

His hips stutter to a stop, leaving them both panting and sweaty beneath him. He looks down into your eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort or pain that the knot might have caused; all he sees is pleasure and desire reflected back at him. A shudder runs through his body as he feels himself release, filling you with his seed.

With a sigh, Tejo leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. "

As if to emphasize your claim on him, Tejo's knot begins to pulse inside you, sending waves of pleasure washing over both of you. He groans, his hips moving fractionally as he tries not to lose control again so soon. His free hand slides up your chest and neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he holds you still beneath him.

His gaze lingers on your face for a moment before trailing down over your body, taking in the sight of his cock buried deep inside you, the knot firmly seated at your entrance. The feel of you wrapped around him like this is almost too much; he's never felt so desired or complete.

"I don't think I could pull out even if I wanted to," he whispers, his voice thick with desire and satisfaction.

It's funny; he never really thought of himself as strictly straight until this moment. With the way you feel wrapped around him, the scent of your arousal filling his senses... it's hard to deny the desire that pulses between them. He looks down at you with a small smile and shrugs, feeling oddly nonchalant about it all.

"I don't know," he says slowly, stroking your cheek with his free hand. "It feels... right." His expression turns thoughtful for a moment before he adds, "Maybe I always knew, deep down. But I guess we never really think about those things until they're staring us in the face."

He leans down to press another soft kiss to your lips, his fingers tangling tightly in your hair as he holds you close. "Whatever this is between us... it feels good,"

With a laugh, Tejo nods in agreement. "Well then," he says with a grin, "I guess there's no stopping me." His hips begin to move again, drawing slow, steady strokes inside you as he takes his time enjoying the sensation of being connected to you like this.

His free hand drifts down between your bodies, cupping and squeezing one of your firm, erect nipples. He rolls it gently between his fingers, eliciting a moan from deep in your throat as he continues to thrust into you in time with the sensations teasing his fingertips.

"You feel so good," he whispers hoarsely, looking down at you with an expression of pure desire. His other hand trails up your body, fingers trailing over your chest and neck before coming to rest in your hair once more. "I could stay like this forever."

The feel of your body wrapped around him, the heat emanating from your skin... it's all too much. As he moves within you, lost in the sensations that consume him, his hips begin to move faster, harder, as if driven by some primal instinct. His knot pulses inside you with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure rippling through your body.

His free hand finds its way down between your legs once more, fingers teasing and stroking the sensitive flesh there. He feels himself growing closer to the edge again, his release building deep within him as he takes in the sight and feel of you beneath him. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his eyes locked on yours as they slide shut from the intensity of it all.

"Xouzya..." he groans out your name, feeling the knot begin to tighten inside you as he nears his climax. "