"They're making me sit next to you. I'm not choosing it." Jamie said as he climbed over Roy to sit by the window. Roy raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes as Jamie dragged his hood up over his messy hair and soft ears, blanket being wadded up behind his head. He had his thicker hoodie on, one that Roy often called disgusting because of the usual slobber coating the hood strings. Slobbering dog, never remembering his chewy toys.
Roy huffed and leaned back, getting comfy in his seat for the four hour drive back to Nelson Road.
Ted walked by, pausing at Roy with a hand on his shoulder. His usual look of ' I know you hate it but it's good for you' obvious on his face.
"There was an incident with him and a blanket. It was a self soothe, I'm sure, but we can't have that on the bus. Keep an eye on him, make sure he keeps it in his pants." Ted said quietly, squeezing Roy's shoulder before walking back to sit with Beard.
Roy just grunted. Of course Jamie jerked off on the bus, the horny bitch.
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The bus was quiet, dark, the heaters were on lowly. Ted and Beard talked quietly. Roy was only woken up by the tickling at his scruffy chin. He woke up, immediately turning his head away from the irritant, blinking blearily until he got his bearings.
Jamie was leaning against him, face tucked away against Roy's chest, ears flicking against Roy's neck, arm thrown over Roy's lap in a half cuddle. His mouth was open slightly, warm little breaths hitting Roy's sternum through his thinner jacket, eye's closed, completely dissolved into sleep.
"Fuck's sake" Roy grumbled and tried to go back to sleep, ignoring the burning warmth that was spilling onto his lap. He ended up with one hand lying awkwardly on the back of the chairs and the other hanging loosely into the aisle. That didn't last very long given Roy's back started to ache within the first minute.
"If you're awake, I'll kill you here." Roy grumbled and pulled Jamie by the hips to sit fully in his lap, side saddle style. The older man was surprised how much Jamie weighed. He was heavy. A heavy solid weight that felt like a weighted blanket as Jamie laid against his chest, calming and comforting.
Jamie's eyes only flickered as he melted into Roy's lap, hiding his face back in Roy's neck, cold nose finding a soft warm spot in the tender space around his jugular vein. He gave a small huff when his hands were pulled away from Roy's warm belly to be held in the older man's own hands, but he was fast asleep as soon as Roy started rubbing a thumb across the rough pads on Jamie's palm.
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Roy woke up again when Jamie kicked him in the knee, god bless his good knee, and his arms twitched. He thought it was Jamie trying to get away, so he wrapped his arms around the younger man's waist securely. However then Jamie was hiccuping, eyes wet against Roy's skin, and his arms twitched up again.
"Sh sh sh" Roy shushed gently as he got a hand under the hood of Jamie's hoodie, hands finding warm soft bleached ears, rubbing over them back and forth. Jamie sniffled, turning more toward Roy, feet finding their way to his own empty seat so he could be chest to chest, hands smashed between their pecs, spread and cold.
He was hiding, Roy thought sleepily as he petted through the softest fur at the bases of Jamie's ears. He smiled at himself when he thought about how small Jamie's ears were. Little and pointy, Roy thought as Jamie calmed down from his little fit.
"Go back to sleep puppy, we're still an hour away. Go back to sleep." Roy said quietly, more breathing it than speaking it. He reached over for Jamie's blanket, rich little thing it was. He threw it over them, pulling it up to Jamie's chin. The younger man immediately caught some in his fists, gripping it tightly.
"Dad, don' hit me, I scored" Jamie mumbled and pressed closer to Roy before falling back to peaceful sleep.
"You did good, puppy, calm down" Roy mumbled and tried to go back to sleep. But between rubbing Jamie's ridiculously soft ears and occasionally slipping his hand down to rub up and down the younger man's back, he didn't get much sleep. Not when his mind was thinking far too much about how Jamie had played so well, celebrated with the lads, and had been the big man, but still had nightmares about his dad. And maybe that made Roy have a feeling in his chest but that was a thought he refused to have.
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When they neared Nelson Road, Roy slipped Jamie back into his seat, leaning him so his back was to Roy, Just how he'd fallen asleep. The screeching of the breaks woke Jamie. He yawned, pointed teeth showing, and rubbed at his eyes sleepily. He had a slight smile on his face, the look of a satisfied well rested boy, until he looked at Roy. And immediately frowned.
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Jamie couldn't quite make out what was and what was a dream. He swears he could * feel * the warmth of someone's hands on his back, his ears, the base of his tail. He swears he could hear someone talking to him in a honey sweet way. He could still smell the scent of something on his cheek.
But in his dream it was all wild. One second it was a perfect dream, laying out on his floor, carpet warm and soft and plush, hot tea and those cheap strawberry filled chocolates he loves, naked as the day he was born, it was a perfect dream. But then he was on the pitch, getting pulled up and screamed at for tripping, he was in the boot room getting screamed at by his father, then everything was his father screaming his face drunk and his fist raised and and and then-
Then it was Roy Kent. Roy Kent, Captain of the first mixed species football club in England, the nearly human hybrid as the papers said when he first started out, he was only 10% canine anyway. Then it was a Roy Kent dream like he'd had at least once a week for the past fourteen years. Strong hands, bristly face, hard hot cock and coarse hair rubbing against Jamie's own waxed skin and begging hole. Perfect.
But Roy didn't really speak in his dreams, other than calling him a nasty bitch and a mutt in the latest editions. In this one Roy was rumbling against his forehead, soothing sounds, something that was words but Jamie didn't hear them.
It was still a Roy Kent dream but this one was… warmer. Less roughly rutting and being bred and more…. Being taken care of and…. Roy being a proper alpha dog. Nice, warm, something that Jamie craved and his filthiest moments.
And it was driving him insane. Not knowing why for the last two weeks every time he's working himself over and he's one more pull away from cumming he hears Roy's growling and whimpers out for Roy. And oh the dreams happened so much more often, and these new Roy Kents fucking talked . And Jamie just whimpered for Roy with each shivering orgasm and woke up hard.
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It all came to a head when there was an itch in Jamie's tail. Of course while on the field players have to have their tails tied down. Bandaged to their leg or up against their back or around their waist. But at practice Ted let them have leeway.
And Jamie was fucking itchy. Right at the base of his tail, right where his fur started against the smooth skin of his tailbone. He combed and combed and washed and picked and there was nothing except an itch. It made his leg twitchy and made his nerves short. He knew he was being a prick but he couldn't do anything about it. He was irritated and everyone else fucking sucked anyway and-
"Tartt!" Roy yelled after Jamie tripped over the ball and immediately started yelling when he stood up. Jamie whipped his head around, ready to yell at Ted or anyone else for that matter, but just shut his mouth and looked down when he saw it was Roy.
"The fucks wrong with you today?" Roy asked when Jamie jogged over to him. The player just looked down at the ground and screwed up the grass a bit.
"I'm fuckin itchy. There's something in my fucking skin and I can't fuckin get it and I don't know what to do I don't wanna have to shave my fucking tail." Jamie ranted quietly and yanked at his fluffy tail until it came loose from being wrapped around his waist.
He couldn't see what was bothering him so he couldn't fix it. He'd have to go to the clinic or the salon and those have huge wait lists for private rooms and he'd have to get NDAs and it would take way longer than to just shave the patch but then his tail would be uneven and… he was frustrated. And uncomfortable.
"Do you a med check?" Roy asked when he saw how tense Jamie was, how red his face was.
"No, I just need something to make it stop." Jamie said, the misery heavy in his voice. It was pitiful. A little itch was crumbling him. It made Roy concerned, of course it did, but he just didn't know how to fix it.
"Do you have a tick? Or flea or something?" Roy asked awkwardly trying to figure out a way to fix Jamie. Jamie just held the end of his tail like a baby and shook his head, eyes cast down in embarrassment and for the fact he couldn't look at Roy too long without getting a boner.
"I can't see it's too far up." He admitted and looked back to where he couldn't see where it was itchiest.
"Come on then, you're being a raging bitch." Roy said and turned to walk back into the locker room. Jamie was stuck for a second before looking back to see some of the other players and Ted looking at him and the rest giving him side eye. He hung his head and jogged to catch up to Roy.
Roy was standing there beside Jamie's locker and spot on the bench, arms crossed, eyes locking on Jamie like there wasn't anything else to look at.
"Alright show me where" Roy said easily and waited for Jamie.
Jamie however felt a shock gluing his feet down, making him drag himself to be in front of Roy. He felt like his head was set on fire, he knew his face was red. How was it not supposed to be when Roy was basically asking to see his ass, or chest, or anywhere else that was that sensitive.
"It's on my tail." Jamie said even as he caught the end of his tail again, holding it to cover his cock that was slowly starting to grow heavier in his pants.
"Okay" Roy said drying and waited for Jamie to show where.
"The base of my tail" Jamie said and fidgeted, hands finding themselves twisting at his own tail, long fur winding between his fingers.
"Okay? Turn around." Roy said, getting exasperated by the brat's slowness. He was being a huge prick and now he wouldn't even let Roy see the problem.
Jamie turned around and kept his eyes down as his face burned red. His hands stayed on his tail, but soon jumped to grab his own locker when Roy's hands yanked down his trackies and pants from his hips to sit at the swell of his ass. Exposing far more than necessary, but Jamie was not going to disagree. Not when Roy's warm hand was holding that sensitive spot right on the underside of his tail.
"Coach-" Jamie started but then Roy's hands were buried in his fur, callused hand holding his tail straight and splaying across his tailbone, other hand twisting and pulling the hair. Jamie bit his bottom lip hard, trying his all to keep the moan that was bubbling up out of him down. He had to focus to keep his legs from buckling under him. His brain was melting like ice in the middle of august.
"There's a fucking thread tangled up. You've been a raging bitch all day because of this?" Roy asked as he gripped Jamie's tail and pulled the white thread from where it was tangled in the trimmed and bleached fur. Jamie was breathing hard, trembling as Roy stood there thread in hand.
It was just… and his dick was hard and his mind was all mushy and his ears were itching and he wanted to roll over and show Roy his belly. He wanted those hands back on him, he wanted everything that's been on his mind for the past weeks, months, years. He needed it before he actually dropped dead right there in the locker room.
"The fucks wrong with you now?" Roy asked as he watched Jamie's shoulders heave up and down with labored breath.
"Fuck" Jamie bit out and let his head hang between his arms.
Roy just watched him. Confused as fuck. This was supposed to fix Jamie, not make him worse.
Jamie finally breathed out heavily after a few moments of panting. His ears shook on his head for a moment, their short points catching Roy's attention for a second as he briefly wished to rub them.
Jamie stood up, back straightening up, legs trying to buckle but he kept himself up not facing Roy, his mind was trying to think but his stupid cock just wanted to be-
"Fuck!" Jamie cried out and fell back against Roy's chest as a warm broad hand grabbed his cock through his shorts and underwear. Roy grabbed him, hand rough as he grabbed and pulled away just to hold Jamie's hips. The rough treatment to his sensitive cock pulling the last of Jamie's thoughts from his head and promptly throwing them out.
"You've been hard this whole time?" Roy asked dubiously. Jamie was panting against his shoulder, mind turned off at the rough touch of a proper pack alpha. The younger man struggled to take in Roy's words, senses focused on the heat burning on the skin of his exposed hips, of the rough grip holding him in place.
"When you-you said you'd help." Jamie answered, brain putting all power just to give Roy what he wanted answers or otherwise. He'd probably been hard for the past forever when it came to anything Roy Kent, even getting yelled at and the hero in his mind hating him, it all still made him hard.
Roy hummed, nose finding Jamie's jaw, hands massaging where they stayed on his hips. Jamie was soft, nice to hold, sturdy, and damn if he hadn't been having thoughts. The way Jamie's tail was wiggling and wagging right over the crotch of Roy's trackies wasn't helping. He was just a man. He had needs and wants.
"What do you want from me Jamie?" Roy asked, voice rumbling into the sensitive skin of Jamie's temple. Roy nuzzled deeper into the side of Jamie's head, soft hair and warm skin smelling of something floral and fragrant. His ears were warm, twitching atop his head, smelling abit like baby powder.
"Dick" Jamie asked, smile coming to his lips as he turned to lick the furry jaw he could reach. He was melting away from his own head. Roy was offering. Jamie just told the truth and the way Roy squeezed his hips just fueled Jamie's fire.
Roy huffed and let go of his hips, stepping back to get away from his wagging tail, watching with a grin as Jamie stumbled and nearly fell backwards as he spun around to grab back on the older man's body.
Roy couldn't do this to him! He couldn't just leave after dangling a treat in front of his face like this! Jamie panicked, rushing to grab back onto the older man.
"No, no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please Roy, please, I'll be good, swear it, I'll be good. Please just once, get it out my system" Jamie begged and pushed his body against Roy's, shoving his cock against the inside of Roy's thigh, hands grabbing and twisting into knots in the sides of Roy's shirt. He said each word looking at Roy's face. He liked Roy's face, his beard was bushier than normal and his eyes had this weird look in them and Jamie just wanted Roy so bad and had wanted him for literal decades and now he'd touched him but was being a fucking prick about it.
"You want dick?" Roy asked, one eyebrow tilting up. Jamie just looked at him, bottom lip shaking, ears turning down, he just wanted Roy to give it to him and stop talking.
Roy just looked at him, pitiful little puppy eyes, and that was the last straw. Fuck the future, fuck consequences, and importantly fuck Jamie Tartt.
"You want me to fuck you?" Roy asked, leaning down to nose at Jamie's cheek, turning the younger man's face up. Jamie nodded, eyes shut, waiting for Roy. Finally, his dreams were gonna come true.
Only if Roy wasn't such a fucking asshole.
"Get out on the pitch, stop being a cunt, and I'll take you home and fuck you through the fucking mattress." Roy said and grabbed Jamie's chin roughly. The younger man just gasped, eyes wide open, lips parted, panting tail hanging still behind him. He nodded, a breathy ' yes' escaped him. Close enough.
Jamie whined when Roy nuzzled against his cheek, tongue dragging across his freshly shaved face. The older man licked across his face, exactly the way that had Jamie's legs turning to jelly. It was humiliating, it showed such power. It was a simple way to show Jamie who was in charge, who was alpha and who was owned .
"Please Roy, I can't go out there now. No one's gonna come in, please." Jamie begged as Roy kept one hand gripping his chin as the other messily pulled up his pants, letting them hang low enough Jamie's tail hung out. The younger man didn't dare reach down and try to stop him, he was gonna be good for Roy. God all he wanted was to be a good boy for Roy and get crammed full of dick. He apparently just had to work for it.
Jamie just whined when Roy shook his head and stepped away, looking him up and down.
"Go practice. If you're bitchy again, I'll take you home and put you over my fucking knee like the bratty pup you are. Need to get you a fucking kennel, time out like you're four." Roy ordered and walked back to the pitch to shoot a look at Ted and Beard before yelling at the rest of the team. He just tried not to think about Jamie, mind forcing in images of mud and dirty stadiums and anything else to keep his hardon at bay.
Though it was hard when Jamie came walking back from the locker room with his tail messily wrapped around him to cover his crotch. It was hard when Jamie pushed himself to show his best, when he was doing exactly what Roy had told him to do. It was nearly impossible when the whistles blew and everyone started heading in to shower and head home, and Jamie ran right up to Roy, eye's sparkling, and asked-
"Did I earn the good bits, Roy?" He looked so eager, so excited, ears raised up. Roy just rolled his eyes at the bouncy behavior over earning a rough fucking. He turned and watched everyone else leave the field, before turning back to the younger man who was nearly shaking out of his skin with anticipation and anxiety.
"You did good. You earned the good bits, puppy. Go shower so you don't stink up my fucking car." Roy ordered and Jamie was nodding and actually skipping back to the locker room.
Roy was waved over to Ted's office when he reentered. He looked at the two Americans that sat in the chairs, shutting the door behind himself and crossing his arms defensively.
"What did you do? Because I have never seen Jamie so excited to throw himself face first into the ground." Ted asked and looked keenly into Roy's eyes which shifted around uncomfortably.
"One of my old Chelsea jerseys. I'm taking him home right now, leave me alone." Roy said and promptly left before he saw the look Beard had on his face. He didn't need to see that ' knowing' look.
He snapped his fingers and Jamie was hastily yanking his left sneaker on, hopping on one leg to make sure he stayed in step with the older man as they left. They both chose to ignore the catcalls and whispers that flooded from the rest of the team.
As soon as they were both seat belted into Roy's G Wagon, Jamie started leaning closer to Roy, nearly climbing over the console.
"Please I can ride you here, I need it so bad Roy" Jamie begged and reached for Roy's crotch but was swatted away. Roy held the steering wheel with one hand and held one of Jamie's in his other. The older man kept his eyes on the road, trying to look uncaring and flippant but he was fucking struggling not to pull Jamie out and fuck there in the middle of goddamn road.
"I'm not fucking you in my car. Can't have a tabloids ranting about me fucking a mutt in public, can I?" Roy said, teasing but Jamie was whining, hand squeezing. He was so desperate and Roy knew it. Knew that the same neediness he'd been feeling the last few weeks, Jamie felt too.
"But they'd know" Jamie whined, catching the end of his tail in his hand to pet at it, when Roy had to let go for a moment to turn, only a few more minutes away.
"Know what, Jamie?" He asked as he stopped at a red light to look the younger man in the eyes. Those twinkly eyes. That stupid perfect jaw, stupid soft ears perfectly brushed and bleached, stupid perfect muscle sculpture that he'd help create, stupid soft lips that were begging to be kissed gently… or wrapped around a cock.
"Know I'm yours, at least… for now." Jamie said and turned away from Roy, hand going to pull at the front of his jeans. He would blame the fact all his blood was away from his brain for that comment.
Roy couldn't help the knot in his chest or the throb in his pants at that. It took the older man a minute to get his head cleared backup and maybe he drove a little faster but who was watching. Other than Jamie who was staring at Roy's face longingly, like he might puppy-eye Roy into fucking him in the middle of the street.
"Out, I want you stripped by the time I hit that bedroom." Roy ordered and unlocked the front door from his phone as he parked the car. Jamie was jumping out of the car before Roy even had it in park.
Roy took his time getting Jamie's bag from where it had been slung in the backseat, gingerly walking to the house, making sure the door was locked behind him. It was all easy going slow until he heard the unmistakable thud of knees hitting the floor in his bedroom. He quickly got a few bottles of water and headed to his room with a bit more haste than before.
"Ro~oy, please, I'm gonna actually explode. Just use spit, I can take it" Jamie said before Roy was even through the door. Roy stopped in his tracks in the doorway, hoping to come off as appraising and not overwhelmingly appreciative of Jamie's kneeling body.
The younger man was fucking stunning. Stripped down to his white socks, abs a pretty frame for his red cock that stood up proudly, thighs thick and begging to be bitten, ears perky and forward, tail flicking in a swaying rhythm against the floor, hands laying atop his legs submissively, and his posture was perfect . And Roy found the white socks still clinging to his feet cute, a little rebellion. But he couldn't ask for anything more from Tartt.
"What a good fucking boy, who knew you could actually listen." Roy said slowly and walked around Jamie to set the water on the nightstand. He stayed behind Jamie, admiring his broad shoulders, rippling back muscles, and soft, peachy ass. His hand found its way to the pup's ears and hair, scuffing up the damp hair and petting over the soft ridges of his twitchy little ears.
He only stopped when he noticed Jamie's hands starting to dig into the tops of his thighs, nervously.
"How do you expect me to fuck you like this? I'm still dressed, Jamie. Take my shoes off." Roy ordered and sat on the edge of the bed, smiling to himself when Jamie scrambled against the floor to get his hands on Roy's trainers. He yanked at the ties like his life depended on it, pulling roughly at them to get them off. Roy let Jamie rush until the younger was roughly pulling his sock off of his bad knee.
"Hey, be careful with that. You earned a reward, it's not going anywhere. Desperate bitch, you're not getting soft anytime soon." Roy said and Jamie looked up at him and then down at his own leaking red cock and back up at Roy who was standing, throwing his own jacket to the corner of the room.
"I feel like my balls are going to actually explode if I don't cum soon, I just want it so fucking bad Roy. Been needing it for like… me whole life. I can take it raw even, I'll be fine." Jamie begged, eyes getting wet as he shakily untied the ties inside Roy's trackies. Roy felt… drunk but so fucking clear headed. It felt so good to have so much control over someone. Especially Jamie.
"I want you laying in the middle of this bed." Roy ordered after watching Jamie's arms start to shake as he gently pulled Roy's pants off, leaving him in briefs. Jamie nodded and quickly climbed onto the bed, body stretching out into the prettiest picture, it hurt Roy that he couldn't take a photo right then. Thick muscles, skin begging to be fucking marked, perfect body, so young and fucking perfect.
The younger man laid down on his stomach, knees drawing up so his ass was up in the air, fluffy tail flicking to try and be out of the way, when Roy yanked his shirt off and barked out another order.
"On your back." He said gruffly and Jamie rushed to do just that, keeping his hands away from himself, grabbed into Roy's black duvet, holding onto it for dear life. Roy stood at the foot of the bed for a moment, cock hard in his underwear, just to enjoy the way Jamie was twitching and breathing heavily in the middle of his bed. His tail was trying to wag as it was pinned to the bed to the side.
"You're too fucking ramped up. You like being told what to do? Why don't you ever listen anywhere else?" Roy asked and stared at Jamie's eyes as the younger man nodded along with each of Roy's words.
"I'm sorry, I'll listen now, swear it." Jamie begged and Roy rolled his eyes, climbing onto the bed so he was between Jamie's spread plush thighs, staring down at his waxed skin. It was nice, pale skin smooth and soft. Right down from his cock to his pink hole.
"I'm not fucking you till you calm down." Roy announced and Jamie's eyes grew wide, not in need or surprise, but fear. His ears flicked down, scared.
"I can last, even if I cum you can still fuck me I can have like three in a r-Oh fuck Roy, yes yes yes" Jamie was starting to beg again but moaned out loudly when Roy wrapped a hand around his precum soaked cock, jerking him quickly.
"Oh Roy please please please, fuck fuck fuck, thank you thank you fuck thank fuck" Jamie blabbered on as his hands nearly ripped through the fabric wadded up in his hands, his hips bucked up into Roy's unforgiving hand. The older man just jerked him, clean hand holding onto Jamie's upraised knee. Rough palms creating the best friction against Jamie's burning hot skin, a sharp contrast that had the dog desperate for more.
"You're going to cum so I can fuck you. Fucking desperate bitch, I knew you were nothing more than a horny little puppy. I fucking knew you'd be needy, messy. Is that what you are Jamie? A messy little mutt?" Roy growled and watched Jamie's face, not wanting to ruin it all. But Jamie just let out a moan, loud enough the neighbors probably would have heard if they were home, and spilled across Roy's knuckles.
Roy pulled his hand away, eyebrows raised at the pure quantity of cum spilling down his hand, down Jamie's still hard cock, and puddling in the divets of Jamie's belly. It was a lot of thick creamy cum. Enough to drip off his entire hand, spill across his belly and chest, and make little puddles on the bedding, tangling into the soft fur at the base of his tail. It was… Roy wasn't sure how it all fit inside Jamie's soft balls, as average as they were.
"I'm sorry" Is all Jamie said as he came down, catching his breath. He couldn't look at Roy as the older man grabbed the entire box of tissues to clean his hand off. Roy just gave him a comforting smile, small and real.
"You're a good dog, Jamie. You're doing a good job. It's a lot because you're a messy boy." Roy said and wiped some of the cum up to watch it spread between his fingers before rubbing it across Jamie's twitching hole. Jamie let out a sigh at that, he loved when people fingered him, especially if it was Roy. Roy and his big warm rough hands, Jamie felt his cock twitch.
"Is-is it okay? It'll be like that for the next one too." Jamie said, shame heavy in his voice. People usually hated it, told him he should have warned them he was gonna make a mess like that on purpose. That it was disgusting. That even a dog shouldn't have that much spend. Jamie just looked to the side, trying not to look at Roy.
Roy leaned over him, pressing a warm kiss to his lips. It was close-mouthed, warm, and Jamie relaxed back onto the bed, cock hard as ever once again as Roy led the next tongue filled kiss, hand cradling Jamie's jaw, dirty hand rubbing soft circles over Jamie's cum slick hole.
"It would be better if you shut up and let me fuck you." Roy said and Jamie's hands shot up to grab at Roy's shoulders, to keep him there, finally getting his fill of feeling Roy's skin. The older man let Jamie lick into his mouth, suck on his tongue, run his tongue across Roy's teeth, as he kicked away his briefs. The younger man never stopped moving his hands, grabbing and touching every inch of skin he could reach from Roy's thick hair down to his supple ass, moaning the whole way.
"Enough. Roll over, show me if you can be a good bitch or not." Roy ordered, pulling Jamie's hands away from his body, and sat back to watch Jamie roll back over, this time he kept himself up on his forearms as his knees spread, tail flicking to be out of the way to the side. His back dipped as his hips leaned forward, putting his cum covered hole on display.
Roy grabbed a handful of the younger's ass, astonished by how soft it was. Roy kept a hand on Jamie's ass, squeezing and pulling at it as he rummaged through his bedside for the small tube of lube in there. As soon as he found the small black tube he squeezed some of the surely freezing cold gel directly onto Jamie's hole, just to see the pup jump.
"Fuck! I don't need it, just fuck me, please" Jamie begged as he felt his mind melting again. He could feel Roy's breath on his taint. It was driving him crazy. Roy just breathed out a laugh and gave one of those plush cheeks a bite, letting his teeth sink in just a bit as Jamie cried out, tremendous thights jumping as a shiver crawled it's way through his body.
"If you're going to get riled back up I'm just going to jerk you off and send you home." Roy threatened, lips dancing across the sensitive skin he'd just bitten. Jamie was shaking his head, shoving his face into the pillow below him.
"I'll be good, please just give me something, please Roy." He begged and Roy finally took pity on the poor dog.
Roy gave himself a quick tight stroke, his own cock hard and heavy between his thighs. He let his clean hand hold onto Jamie's thick hip, both to keep the puppy still but to also help ground himself. He took one big breath, forcing himself to go slow as he let two of his fingers press against Jamie's hole. Jamie let out a shivering breath as Roy slowly let his fingers drag back and forth, slowly working them deeper into the hot soft clutch of Jamie's body.
"Fa-Faster, please. Feels so good, Roy, feels so fucking good." Jamie said in a low, begging way that had Roy's fingers speeding up, spreading and stretching. The sound of it all, the squelching slide as Jamie opened up for him, it was making Roy feel rabid. He wanted to see how much Jamie could take, how much he would let Roy take from his body.
But then Jamie was screaming out again, body rigid, hole clenching tightly around three of Roy's fingers. He was shaking, hands clenching into fists beside his head. Roy immediately started to pull away, shushing Jamie as his fingers slid out.
"Fuck, fuck, Roy, fuck, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" Jamie was barely speaking, out of breath and trembling. Roy pet his hair with his clean hand, thumb rubbing around the bases of his shivering ears, as his other one rubbed up and down Jamie's side, he was covered in cum anyway some lube wasn't going to matter.
"It's okay, you're okay, what happened?" Roy asked as Jamie's hands slowly unclenched and he blinked open his eyes. Jamie looked up at him, eye's spaced out, lips parted panting. He looked fucked out already, cheeks all rosey red, hair a wreck, it was fucking hot. Jamie just looked down at where his hips were still lifted up in the air.
Roy looked and oh. Oh, he came again, ropes of that thick cum soaking the bed from where his chest was pressed into the bed down to where a drip connected his cherry cockhead to the bed. When the older man looked back at Jamie he just hid his face away from that face.
"It's fine Jamie, you said you can have three in a row, yeah? Give me that third one, Puppy." Roy said and moved ot be back behind Jamie, he grabbed his hips, just holding them so his hole was a breath away from his stretched out drenched hole.
"I'm sorry about your bed, I'm making it all gross. I'm sorry Roy." Jamie apologized more as he wiggled his hips invitingly. The younger man took one trembling deep breath, stretching out in front of Roy, hands reaching for the headboard. Roy groaned at the sight, Jamie was fucking perfect.
"I'm ready now" Jamie said and spread his knees even more. Slut.
Roy wasn't holding back as he pressed into Jamie. The younger was so warm, wet, and each inch Jamie let out a filthy moan. When Roy was finally full seated into Jamie it was like he was engulfed in flames. So fucking pretty, desperate, messy, fuckin' gross little bitch begging for a fucking, fuckin-
"I'm your messy bitch, Roy, promise, please, use me" Jamie whimpered out in response to the words Roy didn't realize he was growling it into Jamie's shoulder.
' Use me' that was it. That was the last thread holding Roy back.
He pulled back, shoving Jamie forward off his cock just to pull the younger man back and slam his cock back into that tight little hole. Roy was too caught up in it all, the feral itch finally being scratched in the back of his brain. The rough way he could slam into the strong body below him, the way Jamie kept crying out and moaning, the way the younger's hands scrambled to grab onto the headboard to hold on as Roy manhandled him. Roy felt himself slipping into the best headspace, it was like a rush and a relief. He was so fucking close and Jamie was being so good, such a good boy, such a-
"Please Roy, please please please, cum inside, fill me up, please, nee-eed it, please" Jamie begged as tears coasted down his face, slobber leaking from the corner of his mouth, Roy grabbed his chin, holding him so his face was only half hiding in the pillow, he just stared into that face as Jamie's eyes squeezed shut and moans rolled from his throat.
"You want me to fill you up? You fucking slut, you messy little fucking mutt. Say it, say you're a nasty mutt." Roy ordered as he focused in on the molten feeling in his gut, he was so fucking close. Jamie's pathetic perfect beautiful face, wet with tears and spit, it was so gorgeous as his body clenched and tried to pull Roy deeper in.
Jamie sobbed, lips trying to form words around the ' ah ah ah' that escaped him with each of Roy's rough, hard thrusts.
"I'm- ah- I'm a nas-" Jamie moaned, cutting himself off, Roy's hand coming down grab roughly at his ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Jamie tried again, Roy was fucking close, he was fucking close, he just had to be good and do what Roy told him.
"I'm your nasty mutt Roy! I'm I'm your nasty messy bitch" Jamie finally bit out as Roy slammed into one last time, a groan being ripped straight from the older man's soul. Roy leaned back and held onto Jamie's hips, keeping himself buried in Jamie's tense body.
Jamie felt that lats thrum of his own orgasm, feeling completely boneless and used up. His thighs ached, his shoulders screamed from being yanked around from holding onto the headboard that hand left indents in his palms from being grabbed so hard, his ass throbbed in the best warm way. And his insides… he could feel Roy softening, he could feel the cum filling him, he wished he was at his own home so he could slip a plug in and keep himself full but… just having Roy's spend in him for a little while was good enough. He felt good, perfect, like he was a pretty doll, all loved up and happy.
"You grumbling because you don't feel good or are you grumbling because you got what you wanted?" Roy asked as he pulled out and reached to the bedside to wipe his hand and cock off. Jamie was growling, low and even. He laid with his back on the headboard, knee thrumming achingly lightly already but that was muted out by the pure satisfaction he hadn't had in… too long. Jamie looked at him from where he'd fallen to lay face down flat on his belly, tail making a slow lazily swish over this reddened thighs.
"I feel good. I love you." Jamie grumbled and luxuriated in the warm soft feeling blanketing over his whole body. His brain never felt so empty and light.
Roy blew out a laugh and shook his head. Of course Jamie would be all gummy headed after. Fuck he felt gummy headed, he wanted to lick Jamie's face. He was going to lick Jamie's face.
"Come up here, gotta get you off the soaked bits." Roy said and noticed that there was really… not so much space that hadn't been hit with cum, lube, or anything else. Jamie hummed and pushed himself up and crawled into Roy's lap, cum and slobber already starting to dry on his skin.
"I was going to lick some of this off of you but… you need a power wash, Jamie." Roy said amused as he looked at the mess of Jamie's body, his cock finally softening. Jamie just hid his wet face in Roy's chest hair, ears tickling Roy's chin, the younger's other hand joining in the soon to be wet mat of hair. Roy just smiled, Jamie was so heavy. Solid weight.
"Tub?" Jamie asked and Roy nodded, hands rubbing up and down his shivery back, occasionally dipping down to graze the base of his tail. Jamie was getting cold, and there was no way he was getting a blanket while coated in… everything.
"Yeah puppy, bathtub. Then some fucking takeout, I'm starving." Roy said and got Jamie onto his feet, granted he was laying against Roy's chest, but he was standing. Jamie moaned out again, takeout .
"Candy, pizza, and beer" Jamie listed off, already able to taste each of his favorite things. He loved candy after sex and pizza would be so fucking good all cheesey with all the good shit on top and beer… oh beer. Roy walked them to the en suite, nuzzling at Jamie's cheek.
"I've got beer, can order a pizza, get some candies for you. Whatever you want, puppy. Did such a good job." Roy said sincerely as he got them into the shower, sliding the glass door shut behind them. Jamie smiled and hugged Roy around the middle, feeling absolutely stupid happy.
"Gonna go again next time I earn it?" He asked and looked up at Roy with big eyes, ones that had Roy tilting his face up to press another kiss to his lips as he twisted the different knobs to turn the warm water on, thanking god he got that upgrade so the water started warm and not cold.
"If you earn it again, I'll get my mouth on you in the parking lot at Nelson Road." Roy teased low and quiet, loving the way Jamie gasped as his face grew red again.
Roy couldn't wait to get more of it. Who knew he needed to fuck the brat out of Jamie Tartt… should have tried that in the first place.