The two wrestled around the room for what seemed like forever. Neither of them minded, of course. Finally, as both were getting tired, Mastace got a deviously genius idea. Briggan closed in to make another attempt to catch Mastace in the rump with his "whip", but before the wolf could crack it, his boyfriend spun out of the way and grabbed both his wrists. Briggan yelped in shock and Mastace took him to the bed, laying the wolf down carefully.
"Wait... Wh-what're you gonna do?" Briggan asked, his bravado shattered in a matter of moments.
"Don't worry, my love. I promise to be gentle. When have I ever done anything to intentionally hurt you?"
"I trust you, it's just... I don't know..."
"Do you want to stop? We can drop everything right here if something doesn't agree with you."
"No, I trust you." Briggan asserted, much more confident this time.
Mastace regarded the wolf a moment, then smiled lightly. "Alright then, darling." He inched closer until they we're about half a foot apart. "Let's get this party started." Briggan looked at him confused a moment. Mastace chuckled. "You said you wanted to be the one to take these off. So, here you go, babe."
"Oh," Briggan said. "Thank you..." He took the elastic "belt" of his boyfriend's boxers and slid them slowly down Mastace's lower body. Mastace assisted in getting them off his body entirely and they dropped to the floor, where they would remain, forgotten until they we're needed the next day.
Mastace gave a chuckle as Briggan looked at his sheath and package. "Taking a moment to study the goods? Like what you see?"
It took a moment for Briggan to pull himself out of his mental haze. "Y-yeah. They're lovely, dear."
"Wanna try something new?"
"Sounds like a lot of fun. What is it?"
"Give me the towel and your wrists."
Briggan complied with Mastace's requests, genuinely curious as to what he was up to. It was going to be interesting to see where this went. Mastace took the towel and ran it through one of the gaps between two posts in the headboard and around one of the bars. He then took Briggan's wrists, one at a time and tied one of the ends of the towel to them, effectively binding the wolf where he was.
"What is the purpose of this?" Briggan asked.
Mastace sat back to be able to look Briggan in the eyes as he spoke.
"Frankly, it's for pleasure. I was hoping to explore a little bit. See what we like and dislike."
"Oh, alright."
"How's it feel? Too tight?"
"Actually, not tight enough. Hey, there should be some rope in the garage storage. Why don't we use that?"
"Good idea. Here, I'll untie you and we can look for the rope together."
"Sounds great."
It took a little more effort to find and retrieve the rope than was at first expected. In spite of this, they got back to the room fairly quickly with a considerable amount of the desired material. Upon entering the bedroom and laying eyes upon the discarded towel once again, Mastace got another idea.
"Briggan?"
"Yeah?"
"Just how much do you trust me?"
"Why in the world is this even a question?"
"I just got an idea..."
Briggan went silent a moment, processing and attempting to figure out just what Mastace had meant. "What have you planned now?"
"Do you trust me enough to allow me to blindfold you?"
Briggan blushed harshly. "What?"
"May I blindfold you? It is ultimately up to you."
"Oh," Briggan said, as if the question hadn't registered in his head the first time. "I... guess that would be fine."
"Are you sure? You don't sound certain, and I don't wanna do anything you're not comfortable with."
"No, it's okay. Go ahead." Briggan reassured. Mastace applied the blindfold, making sure that Briggan could not see through the blindfold itself or through any cracks in his peripheral vision. Next, Briggan was tied to the bed in the same manner as before, except using the rope instead of the towel.
"Feel good?"
"Yeah. Can't move, nor can I see a thing."
"That's the idea," Mastace mused sultrily. He leaned down, careful not to make a sound, and gave Briggan's stomach a light lick to see how he would react. Instantly, Briggan's body shook at the touch of the lion's tongue. Mastace gave the wolf's chest a lick, with the same shudder as the result.
Smiling, Mastace moved up to Briggan's shoulder and began a trail along the shoulder and up the neck. Briggan again shuddered, but there was the audible sound of a lupine whimper to add to the success. Mastace transitioned smoothly from the lick to a gentle, yet firm bite on Briggan's neck. Briggan couldn't help but release a gasping moan as Mastace's silky soft teeth sensually pressed against the skin underneath his sterling silver coat.
With one of his free paws, Mastace ran his claws through his lover's chest and stomach fur and massaged the muscle beneath. This earned a new chorus of carnal moaning and a little bit of squirming on Briggan's behalf.
"Stop moving so much, I don't want to put a hole in you. These claws are still sharp." Mastace warned.
"I... can't... help it. Feels... amazing..." Briggan sounded out of breath, now panting. Neither of them noticed before, but Briggan's tail had been wagging furiously from the first lick.
"You really enjoy this, huh?" Mastace teased, using a voice one might use with a small child or a pet when you play with them.
"Uh huh," was all Briggan could manage to say. His brain was addled with all the anticipation and stimulation going on at once. Both were so focused on their foreplay, that neither of them had noticed their full erections, gently leaking with pre-cum and lightly throbbing in their eagerness.
"Aww, how adorable," Mastace swooned over his boyfriend's excitement, which got Briggan to blush rather deeply. "You want to take the next step? Go all in, perhaps? You know... Balls deep?"
Briggan huffed, still trying to catch his breath. "Sure thing, honey. Just need to take a breather. Shit's way more intense when you can't see it coming."
"Understandable, sweetheart. Take all the time you need."