Oh those claws. Steve could still remember the exquisite pain of them digging into his back and he longed for it again. He wanted those lethal digits to tease him, hurt him. But later. Later, when he fucked the man again a little slower, a little longer. At the moment, he had no patience for much play and the man smelled ready. He could actually see Kavinsky glistening and for a moment the rage made his vision go red. Who had been fucking his man?

Steve drew in a deep breath to scream in frustration, but there was no other scent. No one else had taken the man and left his seed behind. Still, no point taking chances. Steve snarled and took the invitation for what it was. He tore his own pants open, uncaring of how they'd deal with things later. He planned to breed the man multiple times, so it would be hours before clothes were important. Steve thrust forward, yanking Kavinsky back against him as he sank into that wonderful wonderful ass with a bone-deep sigh of pleasure.

"Yessssssssssssssss . . ."