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Ransom Cyprus

Mist swirled around thick columns as the man stalked through the fog. His paws passed soundlessly over the moss that blanketed the path that wound aimlessly through the mountain peaks. When he had first arrived, he had familiarized himself with a beach coated with black sandy beaches. He hadn't seen anything like it before, but Ransom wasn't a sentimental beast. After his fun with Satchel, he saw little reason to remain so close to the sea. What with its salt-laden air and sand for miles, he wasn't interested in lingering for any longer. No, while he wasn't what one might call a scholar, he was rather interested in the world around him. Ransom always felt more at home in the mountains, anyway.

The air surrounding him was brisk, the cool temperature a shock to his system whenever he filled his lungs with oxygen. Snow was beginning to fall from the clouds above, effectively blanketing Ransom's back in a thin coat of powder. His breath exited his maw in noticeable puffs of air that drifted lazily toward the starry canvas overhead, which only seemed to grow heavier as he exerted more energy to climb the sudden incline his chosen path took. It curved up toward the sky with a high wall of stone to his right, whilst the left side of the footpath dropped straight to certain death. He hugged the wall, uncaring of the jagged rock that pulled at his fur as he continued to climb up.

Ransom was beginning to wonder when he'd reach the top when the incline suddenly plateaued, leaving him standing on a flat slab of rock that was relatively barren. A cursory glance revealed no notable landscape, but the canvas overhead was a spectacular view. Ransom could appreciate the night sky in solitude, but he'd never tell another living soul he admired the stars. Heaving a deep breath, the brute lowered himself to lay on his belly whilst his head tipped back to observe the sky.

"You prey on people like a spider waiting for a fly."

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Nostalgia is a merciless thing, liable to hound you restlessly as soon as it rears its ugly head. Nicharion had no patience for such nonsense, so he allowed himself to be drawn here. To the mountains, just like his home of old.. if only. His home was red, sunbaked and dusty. He couldn’t stand cold and snow. Doubtlessly, this would fit Icarus very well, but not him. Still, it’s the principle that matters. Even when the terrain was unfamiliar, navigating it was so ingrained that it felt like a natural instinct. He could find just the right little ledges and crevices to clamber up what most would consider a near-vertical wall. The red brute was actually annoyed by how easily it came back to him. Like an old stain, impossible to get out. Past etched in stone, unchanging as the mountains themselves. He could only accept it and try to enjoy the physical effort of the climb.

The idea of a break on the top was a tempting one, but unwise – the temperature would soon bother him much more than fatigue. Even feeling the burn of strain in his muscles, Nicharion wasn’t quite comfortable. The wind kept prodding at his fur, somehow managing to worm its way underneath and touch his skin. And his lungs, how he hated how his lungs felt! Every breath, they briefly turned into two bags of ice in his chest.

Fortunately, even the faintest temptation of rest was dismissed when his gaze settled on the shape of another wolf. Stargazing, by the looks of it. How droll. He would have rolled his eyes, if he weren’t busy dragging them across the male’s body. Dark, he blended into the night well. However, the silhouette was big and strong, which was enough to instill a degree of interest. As he recalled, this region of Rionnach has a considerable population of spiritual idiots. Here’s hoping this wasn’t one of them, that would be infinitely disappointing. “Should’ve lied on your back. It'd be easier to look up that way.” The line was both boring and annoyingly meddlesome. Nicharion groaned inwardly at the thought that some would have stopped at that. “And a better view for me. Win-win, eh?” Not in the mood to beat around the bush, clearly. He smirked, but there was no amusement in it just yet.

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Ransom Cyprus

Ransom's body tensed up when a voice caught him off guard from behind. How was it twice now he'd been caught unawares in a foreign land? Irritation instantly ripped through him, causing his veins to light aflame as his eyes narrowed into slits. He didn't move more than that, though. He was too busy battling with his embarrassment over being caught doing something as stupid as star-gazing. How stupid was he for indulging in his single guilty pleasure? He never truly was alone in this world, was he? Several moments of silence ticked by before Ransom finally flicked an ear in the man's direction, his head turning just so to gaze over his shoulder.

The follow-up line drew his attention away from the irritation running rampant through his veins. A better view, eh? Another man looking to fuck? Were these lands full of horny brutes just looking for a hole to sink into? Or looking for someone to dig their teeth into them? The brute wasn't bad-looking at all. He possessed fiery depths for eyes, and the smirk he wore lacked amusement. Ransom often felt the same when he regarded someone he thought lacked intelligence. "Perhaps," he agreed, his body shifting just a little bit more so he was resting on his side. "It'd also make me more vulnerable to attack. Exposing my underbelly seems foolish."

His eyes raked over the form of the male looming nearby, another second or two of silence following his words before he offered a shrug. "They also say with great reward comes great risk, or some bullshit like that." Ransom certainly wasn't a stupid man, but he reasoned that if this man meant to harm him, he could have simply pounced on him and slaughtered him while he was stupidly star-gazing. Besides, he'd not be taking his eyes off of him again. If the red brute took a threatening stance, Ransom wouldn't hesitate to fight back. Besides, he was already at a disadvantage being on the ground.

What more did he have to lose?

The dark brute rolled over onto his back then, his front legs curling slightly toward his chest whilst he exposed his underbelly to the world and this unknown brute. Of course, he'd never been one to simply give what someone else wanted so quickly, so he made sure his tail lay between his hindlegs. Ransom curved his body just so, giving him the ability to keep the man in his sights by turning his head. "Yeah, guess you were right. The views better like this. How's your view?"

"You prey on people like a spider waiting for a fly."

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Ah, that old dilemma. The more dangerous a creature is, the more vulnerable it has to be when craving affection.. or even simple lust. Wolves, of course, are no different. His teeth could be used for a gentle nip, sending a shiver down another’s spine. They could also crush a windpipe almost just as easily. Nicharion found only one of the options to be worth going out of his way for. Violence wasn’t one of his vices, although that is not to say he could easily be convinced to make exceptions. After all, patience wasn’t his strong suit, either.

There seemed to be consideration in how the other male regarded him, before deciding to relent in his wariness. Perhaps that inkling of interest was mutual, then. Always a pleasant surprise to run into a like-minded individual by chance. “Caution is wise, but so very boring in excess.” he agreed, keeping his eyes trained on the male as he started to shift on the ground. The first few seconds were the biggest treat, when muscles on the stranger’s sides flexed to put his body into motion. Nicharion took his time to appreciate the rest. Unhurriedly tracing the protruding ribcage, down the gentle curve to a slim belly and a fluffy tail that covered the rest. Cheeky bastard. “Good enough to heat up the atmosphere in seedy places down south, I’m sure.” He could never resist the temptation to use a double entendre when he could see an opportunity for one. And true enough, he could feel a sprinkle of vigorous warmth in his pulse. The kind that, unlike exercise, made him mind the cold a little less.

Nicharion pushed himself into a slow walk; keenly aware of tenuous trust is in the first moments, he maintained a constant distance between them, moving in a circle. There were a few different angles he could enjoy, and he knew that following his movement constantly had to be at least a little uncomfortable in that position – a little bit of payback for that tail. But speaking of payback, the red brute wholly believed in a quid pro quo approach to matters. He was also giving the other male a full view of his side, muscles rippling with ever step under his short, weather-unsuitable coat of dark fur. He even rolled his shoulders once or twice, just a cherry on top. “That said, private shows they offer tend to be bolder than that.” As if to emphasize the point he halted, the front half of his body dipping to the ground in a bowing stretch – something that he actually sorely needed after the climb, a satisfied groan left his throat when his spine popped. His tail swung back and forth a couple times, just to catch the blue-eyed male’s attention and offer a split-second glimpse at best, before he stood straight again. “Enough to distract you from the stars?” he asked. This time, that smirk of his was somewhat genuine. He couldn’t say he was having a bad time so far with this encounter.


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Ransom Cyprus

There was something to be noted in the way the stranger's gaze followed the lines of his ribcage, down lower, until the fiery depths found a fluffy tail in place of Ransom's more delicate body parts. A cheeky grin nearly split Ransom's maw in two, but he said nothing whilst listening to the robust baritones spoken in response to his inquiry. Now he couldn't resist the smirk that pulled at his lips, his electric purple eyes staying trained on the red brute. "I'm sure," Ransom responded, finding there little reason to say more than agree with the brute's assessment. It seemed that he had the man's attention, at least for now, and that was more than enough to cause a fire to grow within his belly. He wasn't a sexual creature by nature, but he'd never turn his nose down at the opportunity to partake in an activity that would undoubtedly warm him up. Even as he lay there, patiently waiting, he could feel the cold seeping through his thick fur.

That simply wasn't going to do, was it?

Ransom found it challenging to maintain a visual on the man as he began to circle him, much like a vulture circling the carcass of an animal long since dead. The muscles in his neck flexed, as did the tendons and sinew throughout his upper body as he turned his head to follow the slow, calculated movement of his fellow brute. He was captivated, truly. The movement of capable muscle beneath a full coat of fur demanded his attention, and who was he but a simple man heeding an unspoken behest of nature? The darker male arched a brow in response to the following words spoken, but he didn't have to wonder just what he meant for long.

The handsome man's body came to a standstill, further prompting Ransom's head to crane on his neck to get a full view of the show presented to him. His heart skipped a beat or two in his chest, his tongue unknowingly running against his canines as he took in everything the man had to offer. Well, if he hadn't been interested before, he certainly was now. "I'm thoroughly distracted, yes." And now, it was only fair for him to put on more of a show for the man who'd been so kind to show him what he had to offer, no?

Ransom twisted his body, so his lower end still faced up whilst pressing his right shoulder into the ground. In doing so, he caused muscles to stretch along his sides, easily causing his ribcage to become more pronounced to accentuate the soft curve of his belly. Further down, one could see the soft inside of his thighs, but Ransom's tail was removed from his underbelly this time. "Have you seen all you wish to see before we proceed, or shall I flaunt myself around a little more for you?" He spoke, his words low and husky as he remained lying where he was. Ransom wasn't a passive lover by any means, but he was curious to see what this man may have in mind.

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"You prey on people like a spider waiting for a fly."

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Truly, the red-eyed brute can never decide which one between give and take it is that he enjoys more. The sight of a handsome male splayed out on the ground before him was something he’d always have a hard time saying no to. However, the sensation produced by focused eyes following and drinking up his every move, interest increasing with every passing second and slowly turning into hunger – that stoked his excitement just as much, yet in such a different way that the two couldn’t be directly compared. If nothing else, it allowed Nicharion to be versatile, able to follow the path of least resistance and do whatever makes a partner tick. So far, this one has offered no clear inclinations, first quickly humoring his request, now watching – but still resting patiently on the ground. The uncertainty of what turn they might take next added a certain spice to their exchange. He could do it all day. At the same time, he wanted to end the games and get down to business immediately. For a moment, he even entertained the thought of taking his leave now.. it would be so very wicked, but he could never truly muster the willpower to deny himself.

There was a hitch in his breath, a brief pause followed by a deep inhale, as he watched the other change his position again. In contrast to the methodical tracing he exercised earlier, now his eyes darted back and forth greedily, trying to take in every detail, unable to have his fill. He was keenly aware of his own heartbeat now, of the ball of fire in the pit of his stomach, of the tightness in his chest that signified growing tension. Nicharion had to admit, the stranger knew what he was doing. “Both are tempting offers.” he mused, part thoughtfully uncertain, part amused. Still so formal, even while putting himself on display like that?

While he had no definite answer yet, Nicharion did take the question as his cue to approach. Light steps carried him closer, his eyes never leaving the male, anticipation ever growing. He stopped when his head hovered directly above the other’s, looking down and, for the first time, letting their eyes meet for longer than a fleeting moment. Such an ambivalent color – not quite blue, not quite purple. He leaned down, seeking his companion’s lips in an upside-down kiss. He kept it brief; not everyone liked to make out during meaningless flings, and he didn’t care much for it either. With another step forward, his focus shifted, first gently pushing his nose through the other’s neck fur, greedily inhaling his musky scent, before he proceed to graze the less vulnerable skin of the male’s chest with his teeth. “You’ve humored me for a while;” It was his own suggestions that directed this encounter from the start. It’d be greedy to make all the choices, wouldn’t it? “Maybe I ought to fulfill a request from you now.” Admittedly, for the most part it was just a delay, all the more tantalizing now that they were so very close. Desire is at its sweetest when it borders on desperation. That he was curious what the other will choose to do with the freedom offered, was just a bonus.



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Ransom Cyprus

Ransom could feel his own blood boiling in his veins as he watched the male's blood-red eyes drink him in. It'd been a while since someone looked at him with such burning desire. Satchel had come close to it the other day, but the burning stare he held quickly died away as soon as Ransom gave him a little bit of shit. This man only seemed to become more determined to throw Ransom's shit right back at him. It was intoxicating and thrilling in the best of ways, but the male didn't intend on laying here that much longer. The shadow-clad man couldn't decide what position he wanted this night, but he knew he didn't intend to stay laying where he was for much longer. Ah, but he was getting ahead of himself, wasn't he? There was still plenty of space left between the red male and himself, but to his delight, the man finally strode forward.

Ransom held the crimson gaze that seemed to pin him in place, his own breath catching momentarily in his throat when lips connected with his own. He had to admit, he wasn't that much a fan of kissing his flings, but there was something about the length of time this kiss lasted that made it feel okay. In fact, it only caused the flames licking through his belly and loins to grow hotter, but Ransom wasn't feeling all that desperate - yet. A rumbling growl of approval rose in his chest whilst teeth grazed at his chest, his head cocking just so to the side when the man mentioned how accommodating Ransom had been for him. "I think you're right," he purred, as much as a canine was able to do.

With some reluctance, Ransom pulled away to roll to his belly, his capable limbs pulled beneath his bulk to lift him effortlessly from the ground. Snow clung to his back, dusting the darker aspects of his coat in a fine white powder. The snow crunched beneath his paws as he moved forward, his neck extending to press his nose into the fur just to the side of the man's ear, his sides heaving as he inhaled a lungful of musk. Orbs of electrifying purple fluttered to half-mast, his tongue darting out to lick a spot just beneath the male's jaw before he followed the movement with an application his own teeth, only he made his canines avoided anything that could be seen as an attack. Ransom wasn't looking to turn what was supposed to be a sensual night into a blood bath.

"I find it a little unfair that you've seen what's down south, but I've yet to see what you have to offer beyond the flexing of some muscles." he rumbled, his voice sounding deeper as lust got the better of him, his head inclining as he arched a brow at the male, his body stepping forward to press his chest against his companions whilst he moved his muzzle to rest against his ear. "I think I want to see you in a compromising position. Don't be shy now; I think I've earned a little bit of vulnerability now, don't you?" Of course, Ransom was still undecided about who would be topping who, but he did want to see this man humor him now.

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"You prey on people like a spider waiting for a fly."

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@Nicharion

Seeing the other stir, Nicharion stepped back in order to give ample room to stand. Once again, they were in agreement – it was a pleasant surprise how much of a smooth ride this tryst continued to be. Often, there are hurdles. Colliding egos, breaches of trust, lack of appreciation for foreplay.. sometimes enough to ruin the mood entirely. But this? This was just right. He’d still rather be doing it with Leviathan, of course, but he no longer regretted having had to endure the cold to come here at all.

He could see the dark male from yet another perspective now, one that showcased more of the strength hidden in his sturdy frame. Still a wolf he had to look down on a little, though that much was to be expected. Few can match the pedigree one ends up with by coming from a long and prominent line of ambitious and arrogant wolves.. even if at the same time most of them were also notoriously promiscuous. The cold space between them shriveled once more, replaced by comforting body heat – a radiance he knew he’ll be more reluctant to leave with every passing second. He shivered at the caress of icy air that rushed into the dearth following the other’s inhale, only to sigh at the scalding contrast when that same breath left the brute’s lungs. A stroke of tongue overwhelmed his sense of touch even more, so soft and warm, but leaving behind moisture that quickly absorbed cold from the air and made him that much more eager for more contact. Nicharion tilted his chin upwards, allowing the other easier access. His toes curled into the snow when he felt the pointed, but light pressure of teeth. It was just right, not once giving him a reason for unease – truly, the grey man knew what he was doing.

“Mmm, by now you could have easily taken a glance when I stood over you, or even by ducking now.. so I appreciate the patience.” Naturally, Nicharion could understand the distinction. It’s one thing for something to happen incidentally, and something else to have it be done specifically for your enjoyment. The dark wolf stepped even closer and Nicharion leaned into the touch passively, eyes half-lidded as he rested his muzzle against the other male’s shoulder. He could easily have matched the force, push them even closer, but this lustful interest in what he could put out for display only added to the temptation to let himself be pampered, just for this moment. Husky voice filled his ear, so tempting, so gently convincing.. as if he wasn’t already willing. “So you have, so you have. Very well.”

The red brute slid against his partner’s chest and side, dragging his tail under the male’s chin as he stepped away. “I do hate to touch the snow with more than my paws, but.. just for you.” he cooed, lowering himself to the ground. Admittedly, he could have opted for another bow, just more revealing this time. However, it wouldn't exactly be quite as 'vulnerable', and besides, Nicharion hated repetition. Which also prevented him from copying the belly-up position he got treated with earlier. Thus he stretched out on his left side, his underbody facing the other’s eager eyes directly, shivering briefly at the snow’s coldness, and at how quickly it started to melt against his flushed skin. Fortunately, the hammering of his heart kept pumping just enough heat through his body that he could endure it. Ever so slowly, he lifted his right hind leg high into the air, revealing all that the other wanted to see. But that was just the first step.

Bending his neck, Nicharion leaned towards his hind half, much like a cat intending to clean his privates – except he was actually aiming for his lifted paw. It was quite the stretch, but he managed to grasp his toes and pull his paw a little closer. His tongue darted over his paw pads, brushing against them eagerly. The entire time one of his eyes remained intently focused on the dark wolf nearby, quite possibly wishing it was his muzzle doing the work instead. Eventually, his eyelids fell shut as he immersed himself in the act entirely. At this point, they both have had multiple chances to try to kill each other, he wasn’t going to sweat not being able to see for a moment. The muscles in his sides started to cramp from the strain of the position shortly after anyway, so he wrapped things up by dragging his tongue a short distance down his thigh before straightening out – still keeping his leg lifted, however. “How’s that for compromising?” Panting lightly, he turned his head to look at the other directly, awaiting a verdict.


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Ransom Cyprus

His partner for the night didn’t need to be convinced, but Ransom found the tantalizing words more fun to say than to leave them unsaid. The red brutes fur tugged at his own as he rubbed past him, their scents effectively mixing with one another as they gained more contact. Ransom lifted his head just so, his eye-lids drifting to half-mast over his eyes whilst a bushy tail brushed under his jaw. “It’s hard not to feel special when you put it like that,” Ransom teased, his eyes watching eagerly as the crimson male finally lowered himself to the ground. The red brute offered a view of the underside of his body, his chest, and soft under-belly on display for him. A single brow shot high above one of his blue-purple eyes, head canting just so to the side when his companion hoisted a leg up. Ransom had to admit his partner knew how to hold his attention. He intrigued him, giving him something to expect whilst holding his attention the entire time.

The dark brute didn’t have to wait for the male to launch into his demonstration. The eager pink muscle licked over the toes his companion possessed, but the entire display was provocative. On more than one occasion, Ransom could feel his gaze trail a little lower to drink in everything the brute’s lower body offered. The soft inside of his thighs, the gentle slope of a delicate belly, and the heated flesh nestled just between his legs. Ransom could feel the heat growing hotter in his loins, the need for further contact radiating through him with such intensity. He wasn’t sure he could maintain this distance between himself and his partner any longer. Bearing that in mind, Ransom crept closer, his electric gaze never leaving the display the brute put on for him. He found himself impressed by how long the man could hold his pose - it looked rather difficult to maintain for long periods of time. “I can’t say I have any complaints,” he crooned, bringing his form closer to the male’s lying frame to lower his crown to press his nose into the man’s chest.

His ribs expanded to fill his lungs with the man’s scent once again, but Ransom didn’t have any plans for staying where he was. Pools of electric purple trailed the length of his partner’s belly, his eyes drawn to one area in particular. With a plan in place, the man let his nose follow the ridge of his companion’s ribcage, his teeth nibbling here and there as he let his mouth wander lower still. He stepped a little closer, eyelids fluttering to half-mast as his crown drifted toward the soft center of the crimson male’s abdomen, his teeth combing through the fur found here. He let the tip of his tongue press into the brute’s fur, the lapping motion effectively musing fur as he made his slow descent down. Of course, Ransom was a wicked man who enjoyed making other’s squirm, so while he had made his intentions perfectly clear, his muzzle trailed away from the path he’d been following.

Ransom pressed his nose into the soft flesh where the hind leg connected with the rest of his body, just above the iliopsoas muscle. The dark brute stepped closer, moving so one of his fore limbs moved to the other side of his crimson companion. He continued his slow, methodical movements, his soft breath leaving his nose in noticeable puffs.

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"You prey on people like a spider waiting for a fly."

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They were past the point of taking the time to let things merely simmer; no, it was constant pushing the boundaries from here on, always seeking to crank the heat. His little show hasn’t even ended yet when he heard the crunching of snow under approaching paws, and the grey brute was already nuzzling his chest a mere moment after it ended. Nicharion smirked, satisfied that his efforts have made the other so eager – but he wasn’t given opportunity to relish in pride for long. His playmate continued to explore his body, inch after inch. Each and every touch was like an electric spark, a localized flash of sensation that sent a soft current throughout the rest of his body. “Seeing as taking turns has- ahh.. served us well so far, why- why not keep it the theme for the night?” After all, why choose one way or another when they could simply take the time to have their fill of everything they wanted? But it was just a prudent offer of draw, foreseeing increasingly likely defeat. It was so easy to allow himself to melt under the blue-eyed male’s expert touch that he’d be reluctant to take a role reversal right now, even if one were to be offered. His breathing grew increasingly labored the further the other wolf went, a heavy lump of anticipation growing and weighing down on his chest. A soft moan escaped his lips, his hips bucking involuntarily. Of course, that’s precisely when that heavenly muzzle strayed from its path and moved elsewhere.

Yet, he wasn’t given much time to dwell on the sting of disappointment, the dark wolf moving to stand over him and put all of his own assets in view. It was yet another change of perspective, perhaps the most flattering one yet. Then again, by now his hunger was so overwhelming that it likely skewed objective judgement into something more idealized, a self-escalating mechanism. With no small effort, Nicharion managed to push the hot tongue lapping over the inside of his leg to the back of his mind, while leaning heavily on his left front leg to hoist himself a bit, and reach for his lover’s soft belly. A desperate inhale followed, his eyes rolling back at how heavily laced the male’s scent now was with pungent spice of arousal. His tongue darted out, incessantly brushing through fur just so he could pinch the skin with his teeth more easily. The smaller wolf was in control, he was willing to concede that at this point. But it's always more exciting when things aren't too easy.

A gust of cold wind blew over them briefly, but with the amount of heat that their bodies radiated, it was easy to ignore. Or at least it would be, if it wasn’t for his saliva-covered paw. And so, another idea sparked in his mind. If his companion is so very interested in his leg now.. why not give him what he wants? “I see, you must want to show me how you’d do it. By all means!” Nicharion shifted, lowering his leg to bring his paw to the other wolf’s face. First rubbing it back and forth against the side of his muzzle a couple times, before pressing it to his nose and lips. After one more lick of his own, the red brute lowered his front half back to the ground. For at least a little while, he wanted to watch this more than he wanted to bury his nose in the other’s fur.



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