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Wild Kratts: Can't Fight the Moonlight	By : DoritoZombie Category: +S through Z > Wild Kratts Views: 7108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Wild Kratts does not belong to me and certainly no one would pay me to do this! All characters are presented as fictional. Title is a joke that may only be funny to me.

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“What-” Martin started, wide-eyed now, “wh-what are you doing?!” He tried to free his hand, now pinned beneath Chris's as he stroked Martin's hand reassuringly. Chris pulled away to use both hands, one supporting Martin's lower back while the other spread one leg slightly to rub vaseline on his entrance. Martin jerked once, shuddering, though he didn't try to scramble away.
“Calm down,” Chris rumbled, voice thick and throaty, “are you going to let me do this or not?” He waited for a moment of resistance and when none came, he pressed his hot, stiff cockhead against Martin's ass. He leaned down and licked Martin's neck in small, teasing strokes, slowly guiding himself in. For his part Martin just panted, caught between nervousness and a decidedly carnal curiosity.
He was hard again, still worked up from his brother's fondling and found himself willing to go along with just about anything at this point-in for a penny, in for a pound. He wrapped his arms around his younger brother's neck, feeling Chris's skin goosbump at the feel of his lips against his nape.
Chris growled, a long low and rumbling sound and rolled his hips forward, the pitch of his growl heightening with every tight inch gained. He rasped, shutting his eyes as he finally gave up the modicum of control he had and pushed himself in as deep as he could, yelling out something between a wild moan and a growl.
Martin yelped, the sudden penetration surprising him more than hurting- though it hurt a fair bit. He shook and dug his fingers into Chris's back, pressing against him and wheezing to avoid the strangled whimper just behind his throat. He stayed as still as possible, unsure how to feel about the bizarre ache of having something large, throbbing and decidedly warm inside him.
Chris paused, biting his lip painfully to avoid losing it completely and ravishing his brother with wild abandon. He swallowed heavy breaths and counted for a bit, shaking his brother's death-grip off and laying him gently back down, pressing his lips to his brother's as delicately as possible. He steadied Martin's hips with one hand while the other traced a clawed thumb along his cheekbone in an awkward attempt to soothe his nerves.
It worked. Martin relaxed considerably at the unexpected gentleness and shifted his mouth, letting their mouths delve deeper into each other. Slowly, Chris pulled his hips a little from where they met his brother's skin and carefully drove himself back in, letting Martin adjust to the friction. Martin grabbed a hold of Chris's shoulders again, wincing while he arched against him.
Their mouths stayed connected as Martin shifted, hooking one leg around his younger brother's lower back while he thrust in small, even bursts into his tight hole. Less tense, Martin ground his erection against Chris's abdomen, huffing softly with each oddly satisfying jab from Chris's cock. Chris kept their mouths linked, breathing heavily through his nose and emitting a number of strangled animal whimpers at each bit of ground he gained. He felt like the small, graduated thrusts were making it worse, the taunting slowness and incredible tightness were bringing him to a fever pitch- he needed release and he needed it soon.
With a frustrated growl, he pulled himself almost completely from Martin and impaled him again in one smooth, fast motion. The ridiculously tight friction elicited a loud cry from him, breaking away from his brother's kiss and arching, driving him even deeper. Martin had yelled something unintelligible, likely a curse and was now whimpering between breaths, fingers leaving little red crescent marks on Chris's back.
“Fuck-yes-” Martin gasped, biting down on Chris's neck again when his brother tried to drive even deeper, rolling his hips to shift the cock still inside Martin. “Fuck, Chris- don't stop now".
He was only too happy to oblige, pulling out and impaling Martin powerfully several times, hissing and giving sharp little animal cries, using one hand to throw Martin's other leg around him. Martin wrapped both legs around him, arching to try and take more- with each bucking stab it felt like Chris was filling him with liquid fire, burning through his groin and hitting every right spot.
Nothing felt more right to Chris than that moment, rutting into his brother's tight ass with long, hard strokes and hearing his passionate moans and cries. He held tight to Martin's hips and quickened his pace, shoving himself in to the hilt and sliding out only to thrust powerfully back in again, the rhythm steady and slowly growing more furious. He glanced down and fairly roared, watching himself penetrate his older brother while he squirmed and bucked against him, coated in sweat and fairly glistening in the bright moonlight. He decided it was easily the best thing he'd ever seen.
Martin nipped at Chris's neck in attempt to stifle his cries which were rising in pitch, letting out strangled sounding moans instead. Their breathing was labored, chests heaving against each other as they tangled their limbs together, a hot, sweaty mass of groaning and thrusting. Chris pushed away and leaned over, closing his teeth around one of Martin's nipples as his cock began to pump in and out of him with savage abandon, the motion made easier by the slippery precum.
“F-fuck, Martin-” Chris snarled, pulling the older man close to him and kissing him fiercely, moving to nip the nape of his neck hard enough to bruise. Martin was too far gone to care much, arms crossed behind his younger brothers back and clawing little red lines down it with every thrust inside him, writhing with the delicious feel of Chris's cock pounding him and his own length frotting against his stomach with every buck and squirm.
Martin gasped and shuddered violently, feeling the pressure that had been building up between his thighs give way and tear through him with a wave of pleasure, punctuated by each pleasurable pump of his brother's furious mating. “Chris, oh god-” he garbled against his brother while coming hard, hips jerking and grinding down on him while he shot cum onto both their stomachs.
Chris gave a feral bark and shoved his cock in hard, groaning and panting as he felt his brother's body spasm around him, fairly milking the twitching length buried deep inside him. Martin could only cling tight and moan as the impact extended his orgasm, working his body with a wave of delightful aftershocks.
“Oh god,” Chris gasped, voice breaking. He had been working Martin's body with an insane fervor, pistoning in and out of him as fast as he could work his hips, back arched and teeth bared as sweat trickled down his brow. “M-Martin,” he barked, voice sounding high and tremulous. Finally, with light exploding behind his eyes like fireworks, he howled like an enraged creature and slammed his cock in one last time, twitching and bucking and gripping Martin's body 'til his claws left little red weals. He spurted a torrent of hot cum deep into his brother, collapsing against him and shaking in the grips of his own explosive climax. For a moment they clung together, shifting and riding out the last waves of pleasure.
They lay together like that for a while, trying to catch their overtaxed breath with their legs tangled and arms still clutching each other like nervous children. Martin grunted when Chris slowly pulled out of him, slumping to his side and gathering his older brother possessively in his arms like a pet. Martin stayed wrapped around him, too tired to protest or think hard enough to worry, appreciating the warmth of his body in the chilled, dark air just before early morning broke.
[Ohh boy? Is this the end? Probably not! Stay tuned.]
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