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Ch 2: S [Day 02 | 1630hrs] Cat's in the Cradle

[ Dominic Winters | Pilot’s Locker Rooms | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | ATTN: @joshs1000

Dominic made his way through the corridor leading to the Pilot’s locker room, needing to plunder his locker for one reason or another. The interlude they had was not to be squandered as it was only a matter of time before they had to go into the next battle and he had no idea when that was. He loved to fight out there, do battle with a thinking foe that could try and outsmart you or get lucky with a shot that might end things. It was the challenge that helped everyone grow and become someone or something new, stronger, better.

When the door hissed open, Dominic had not expected to find anyone else inside the Locker room and paused when he felt something being… off in there. His hand slipped to the phaser pistol and slowly, shifted to stalk his way into the room and look around. Dom’s pupils dilated to let in all the light they could as he near-silently stalked his way through until he spied the moving, wet tail of Lok. Dominic paused a moment and figured he’d play it cool for now. He had seen the damage done to the lockers of the flight deck crew and they were rather crispy so he was not going to judge someone who was running the flight deck needing a shower. He figured he might of been heard with the suit’s servos or not being so quiet in sneaking in. But if he hadn’t, Dom tapped his larger locker with a hand to let the other know he was present.

“Enjoying yourself in there?” He asked with a slight teasing tone to his voice.

Re: Ch 2: S [Day 02 | 1630hrs] Cat's in the Cradle

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[CPO Avandar Lok | Pilot’s Locker Room | Fighter Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Krajin

Valkyrie 8749 - RCS total replacement…
Sweep again for debris…
Rotate T’Pret and Austin…
Reports for Commander Cross…
Memorial for the dead…
Recalibrate deck tractor beams…
Reports for Commander Cross…
Valkyrie 8748 - RCS total replacement…

The chorus seemed endless in Lok’s racing mind, too much to do, not enough time, and too exhausted to do it. Not enough time, he repeated to himself and reached out to tap the panel of the shower once more for just a bit more water pressure to perhaps blast away the aches and pains from his muscles. Lok had semi-clandestinely snuck into the Pilot’s Locker Room in order to get cleaned off and take a moment to relax, he would have used the Deck Crew’s showers but the detonation of the torpedo from Ghost’s fighter had thoroughly wrecked them. All the pilots seemed to be away or getting a bit of rack time before what was supposed to be yet more action later, so he figured nobody would come in for a bit, at least that is what he hoped. He sighed again and adjusted himself to lean against the far wall of the shower as the water ran down his front and slicked his black fur down, giving it a lovely sheen in the blue light and revealing every one of his powerful muscles.

Lok finally opened his eyes for the first time since he had started this whole ritual. He smirked and lightly chuckled to himself as he realized he had totally forgotten to close the opaque door to the shower, guess it’s a good thing nobody came in. Rather than close it though he just left it open, he was about to get out anyway and the interaction of the hot water and cool air had formed a bit of draft that felt kind of nice. Sighing yet again he forced his body to stand upright, need to get done and get back to it, he chastised himself but first a few more things needed to be cleaned. He reached back and grabbed his tail, lathering and stroking the length of it to get any dirt or grime out of his fur, then came his ears, and next his intimates, which he of course handled more delicately. As he lathered his sheath the thought came to him of perhaps “relieving stress” in a more carnal way but he reminded himself, once more, he didn’t have the time. Once all that was taken care of he rinsed off and stepped out of the shower.

A large pile of folded towels sat on a rack nearby and Lok grabbed most of them, his fur would take a fair deal to dry off and since he was in the locker room he couldn’t exactly shake all the water off like he normally did. He got to work with the first towel, giving himself a once-over to get the majority of the water off. Once that towell was thoroughly soaked he started on the next getting some of his thicker areas of fur. The next towel was for his tail. As he went about the task of drying himself he started to hum a Betazoid pop song, the name of which he couldn’t remember. He picked up the final towell threw it over his head and started to rub it all over to get the last of the water out, specifically from his ears. So enraptured was he that he didn’t even realize someone had entered until a familiar voice asked.

“Enjoying yourself in there?”

Lok yelped a little and threw the towel off in surprise, He blinked several times to let his yellow eyes adjust to the sight of Dom by his locker, staring at him with a smirk.

“Lieutenant!” Lok responded in a bewildered tone.

Discipline and over a decade of service however took hold and rather recoil in embarrassment he automatically stood at attention in front of the shower alcove. This of course put him on full display for the officer, his muscular form stood poised and tall, chest pushed out, every muscle tensed and flexed as he stood still. His black fur, now mostly dried, was a bit unkempt, he would need to brush it, but it still looked attractive in a sort of “just rolled out of bed” kind of way. It only took a few seconds though for Lok to regain his sense of reality and the fact that his hefty, even for a Kzin, furry testicles and plump sheath were on full display. He moved his large clawed hands to cover his shame as best he could and glanced at Dom with a nervous grin.

As Lok further regained his senses he felt oddly excited underneath all the nervousness of getting chewed out. Perhaps he had wanted this to happen, his mind had suggested that certain stress relief earlier; his ears suddenly burned and folded back as he felt a twitch of response under his hands at the naughty thought. He had been eyeing Dom up when he could the past couple days, the two were both empathic, his feelings and desires were not hard to figure out, maybe they both subconsciously drew each other here. Hard to say.

His hearts pounded as he waited to see what would happen next

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[ Dominic Winters | Pilot’s Locker Rooms | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | ATTN: @joshs1000

Atlas stood there and watched as Lok panicked and practically tripped over himself to stand at attention in front of the officer. Atlas' own expression sat unmoving as he looked at the soaking wet feline that stood there with all of his tackle out on display and the man looking as if he had just woken up. He's seen more than his fair share of naked people in his day so far and this was just another. Though it still was amusing to see Lok try and cover himself up in front of the man. Like he hadn't seen a naked Kzint before. "Yes, Chief." He just smiled.

"Instead of going through all of our towels here, you can dry yourself using the sonic setting of the showers after you've gone through the water and soaped yourself down and rinsed off. It does wonders to help you dry off in ways a towel could never do." He shifted slightly and watched Lok for a bit more before he stepped off from his locker and opened it up. "Why are you in here hm? Thinking you could sneak a peek at the hot pilots or have an excuse to be caught and maybe chewed out or.. man-handled by an angsty pilot?" He asked with a wider grin. Naturally, Atlas could sense Lok's interest and the hints of excitement behind the Kzint and did his best to hide his own emotions with a calm, cool demeanour. After all, he wants to see where Lok intends to go with this.

His locker was larger than the others to accommodate the size of his equipment stored inside. He had the Wolves Off-duty uniform, on-duty uniform, spare trunks, socks, personal hygiene products, and fresh undersuits to be worn under the exo-suit. Atlas also had a stash of non-replicated snacks he had brought onto Theurgy, things from Earth that had been made by real people with unique recipes and approaches. Atlas, knowing they had a few hours at least to recover, rearm, repair, and do whatever else was needed at the time. He needed out of the suit to breathe and change into something clean. He stepped into the alcove to have the Exosuit removed as methodically as the computer could. Exo-suit off down to the gel-layered suit, which he could take off himself.

It did a number on showing off the contours of his body though as Dominic began to remove that layer back at his Locker which looked like someone removing a whole piece wetsuit. "Going to dry yourself or keep drooling?" he asked teasingly.

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[CPO Avandar Lok | Pilot’s Locker Room | Fighter Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Krajin
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Lok waited patiently for what was perhaps going to be a dressing down from a superior officer, not that he could get anymore undressed, but instead Lieutenant Winters seemed more amused than anything, the only chastisement he gave was over Lok’s liberal use of the towels, though to be fair it wasn’t as if it was some herculean effort to get extras, the replicator could make a dozen easy or even clean the ones already used. At any rate he didn’t seem to be in trouble, a fact that only served to return a bit of his usual boldness, granted that boldness when flirting with another male came from the fact he was much larger than them, Winters, even without his boots on, was taller.

He stepped forward and let his hands fall to his sides so the officer could fully see what he had between his legs, nervousness kept anything more than the very tip of his kzinti-hood from emerging from his sheath, but even still he clearly found excitement in the situation.

“Uh well, the deck gang’s showers are kind of not functioning…as in they are kind of destroyed, and I can’t really leave the flight deck for my quarters”, he responded to the inquiry, “so I figured I’d come in here and wash real fast, I didn’t think any of you would be around.”

He took a few steps closer but still gave a respectable amount of space between himself and Winters, while the kzin seemed to be playfully teasing and perhaps flirting, Lok didn’t want to be overly forward, as much as he already was, and misread the situation. He could tell that the larger man was hiding his emotions, rather well actually, but even still Lok was no slouch in his abilities, he was taught by one of the best, and he could glean the briefest hints that Winters was curious, to what extent remained to be seen.

“As for any hot angsty pilots, I can say I’ve seen my fair share”, he smiled more deviously as he felt even more emboldened, “...as for getting man-handled by one, there is a guy I’ve had my eye on for a little bit.”

Another step closer. Lok watched as Winters started to take off his flight suit, the armored bits first that revealed the inner suit, and, for the first time, a true look at Winters’s body, or at least the shape of it, normally hidden under bulky armor. He was taken aback, the contours of powerful muscle that had been hidden from him were utterly beautiful, masculine, sexy. Certainly he was not unfamiliar with a muscular man, he himself was of similar build, but, as had been stated before, he never met anybody who was his size.

His yellow eyes tracked the pilot as he left the armor removal alcove and returned to his locker. Winters of course noticed this and teased him for it but the Chief didn’t care, the sight before him was more than worth the barbs. Speaking of, the show of pure kzinti masculinity before him had more than the effect of letting his eyes wander but also freed him of some of his shyness, but also stirred his loins to response as his prodigious length slowly emerged. Uniquely kzin, it appeared at a glance to be almost canine in nature but with a humanoid-like head and several rows of hard yet still flexible barbs, large veins ran down the fleshy pink length which started to throb in a distinct rhythm to his hearts.

“I think I’m dry enough…but perhaps I could lend you a hand with that, Lieutenant”, Lok offered, closing the distance as he stepped behind the larger man of his desire.

He reached up and took hold of the interesting fabric, almost like a gel, and peeled it down to expose more of the muscular furry torso beneath. His member lewdly poked and prodded against Winters’s thigh and buttocks as he worked.

Once the suit was pulled down enough to expose the pilot’s upper torso, Lok got closer, pressing himself against the warm wall of muscle, his arms wrapping around that muscular waist. He inhaled that scent of kzinti he had been cherishing since they first met, eliciting a rumble from deep within.

“I guess you’re going to have to chew me out for this aren’t you, Lieutenant”, Lok murmured into Winters’s ear.

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[ Dominic Winters | Pilot’s Locker Rooms | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | ATTN: @joshs1000

Atlas had been on multiple ships wherein he had to deal with sharing showers and locker rooms, nudity of his fellow crew and in wartime on the Thunderball, the showers in the Hangers that both pilots and deck crew used were mixed so this honestly never bothered him. When Lok came up behind him and pressed against the Kzint with his hefty length pressing against his thigh and rear, he chuckled a little. "Someone is very keen to get taken to the pound." Dominic said casually, reaching up and behind him to rub Lok under the chin with his right hand. There's a stiffness to fingers compared to the norm. Pulling away he had think on it a moment, Lok certainly was desirous, he could feel it, sense it and picked up on the scent of it all.

He thought on it for a moment and peeled off the last of the undersuit to reveal his immaculate, dusty gold pelt underneath. The naked male slowly turned to face Lok with a smirk slowly forming on his face in the form of a lip curl. "I am going to go for a shower and you can join me. I think... that would be a suitable punishment rather than me just chewing you out." With that he purposefully brushed by Lok with his dense tail doing the same to Lok's member. He headed for one of the shower cubicles and slipped inside, waiting to see if Lok would join him. He did however, turn the hot water on and glanced over his shoulder at the man. "Coming?"

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[CPO Avandar Lok | Pilot’s Locker Room | Fighter Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Krajin 
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Lok almost whimpered in disappointment when Dominic pulled away from him but he did his best to maintain his cool and collected demeanor, even as that deep voice invited him to join the Lieutenant in the shower. Punctuated of course by that tail brushing against his tense body and arousal which elicited a shudder from the large man.

Taking a breath, Lok watched Dominic’s nude form pad towards the shower, his golden eyes absorbing every moment of the powerful male form, the way he carried himself, how his muscles moved and flexed beneath his immaculate pelt. Of course even as he watched his mind was moving at a million kilometers an hour, mostly from pure excitement, but also the fact that he had just taken shower and there still was plenty of actual work to be done; but the allure of his fellow kzin seemed to take all precedence in his mind in a way he had not quite experienced before, perhaps it was instinct or the expectations of something more than he was used to, either way he found his legs moving to follow.

Am I really about to do this, he wondered to himself, not out of some sudden apprehension, well perhaps a little apprehension, they were in sort of a public place after all, but just the excitement of being intimate with someone. It was enough to lighten his dulled spirits as he approached the alcove.

His throbbing arousal seemed to lead the way as he stepped into the alcove, the pleasant sensation of warm water splashing over his fur and skin once more, but even so he could feel the warmth radiating from Domonic as their bodies were forced together in the tight space. Of course Lok needed no prompting from a glorified shower to get closer to the object of his desire and once he was fully reacquainted with the water he closed what little distance remained between the two. He wrapped his arms around the big cat’s waist and pressed his member, glistening from the water cascading over it, into Dominic’s crotch. Another shudder racked his body as his organ made contact.

He looked up into Dominc’s eyes with a small nervous but excited smile, he took a moment to appreciate that for once he was not the tallest person in the room; feeling bold he lifted himself up on the balls of his feet to plant a small kiss on Dominc’s snout. He pulled back with a bigger more playful smile as he watched intently to see what the larger male would do in response. He didn’t wait too long though as he had some other business to attend to. Not wishing to be the only one in the confined space with his tackle fully out, Lok slid one of his hands from Dominic’s waist to come to rest on the male’s own sheath. He wasted no time in taking a hold of the thick pliable flesh and slowly stroked along its length, squeezing gently with his fingers to get a feel of the manhood that was hidden inside.

"I haven't done this in a while", Lok admitted with a grin.

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[ Dominic Winters | Pilot’s Locker Rooms | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | ATTN: @joshs1000

Atlas was already showing the physical signs of arousal as he slipped into the shower cubical when Lok followed him in after a moment or two. The water is already on and flowing to a hot temperature with Dom bringing in a few bottles with him. His fur takes on a much darker shade as he gets wet and it even glistens in the dimmer light. Naturally, his eyes reflect this light in a manner that gives them a softer glow that some might call scary if they saw without context. There are no words said between the two as Lok wrapped his arms around Atlas' waist and pressed his groin into the others own. Atlas draped his arms over the other fellow's shoulders and stared right into his eyes for a moment as he was kissed on the nose. A more humanoid activity that Humans did which got the response of an amused chuckle.

"Raised by a Betazoid eh?" he asked with an amused laugh. He leaned down bumped his forehead into Lok's own in a manner that Kzint would. The hand gripping his gear made him briefly tense and finally speak up. "Careful now.. attached to that you know." His voice was lower, rumbling like a stroke of thunder on the distance. The door to the shower cubical closed and with the dark light inside, it would be incredibly difficult to know what or who was in there. Where Lok was apprehensive, Atlas was full confidence in what they were about to do. His length firmed up more, his sheathe got heavy with the direct attention given and to return the favour, Atlas slipped a hand down and began to stroke along Lok's already full mast. "I can tell it's been a while, feel it.. with every stroke and how your body responds, your emotions I can feel.." he whispered quietly. The shower drowning everything out to the outside world for now. His other hand slipped down and cupped Lok's furry ass and gave it a squeeze with a slightly sharp pinprick of metal claws poking at the skin.

"Am I to guess that you want to be pinned to the wall and taken rough and hard? Or maybe slow and soft?" He asked, his voice barely a gravelly whisper into Lok's ear as he stroked down to the base of Lok's length and back to that barbed tip. Of course, Lok had other options here and Atlas left them unsaid, rather see where the smaller Kzint would go with it and what confidence he might show.

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[CPO Avandar Lok | Pilot’s Locker Room | Fighter Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Krajin
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The slow deliberate strokes along his length made Lok go quiet and suck in air in small gasps as his body tensed up at the sudden pleasure. Fuck, it has REALLY been a while, he thought to himself fleetingly, surprised at his own reaction to the lustful touch. Minus his months in an ice box, Lok hadn’t been with anyone in two years, at least; it wasn’t that he didn’t want to, just that after the War, the death of his father, and being forced to part ways with someone he had profound feelings for, he wanted to focus on his career and get his life back on track. Being assigned to Theurgy hasn’t exactly aided in that endeavor.

But all that was far away as Lok melted under Dom’s touch, even the sharp bite of the larger male’s claws on his muscular ass was enough to send a shiver up his body. His own hand replicated as best he could in the tight quarters the same movements upon his partner’s own member. He felt the shape, the size, the heft, traced each vein that throbbed beneath the pads of his fingers, careful not to let his claws scrape, but ever mindful of how much the hint of danger could be so exhilarating he did occasionally lightly graze with them.

Finally Dom posed the question, and even the suggestion of being taken made Lok shudder and his cock firm up even more, but he was mindful of how long it had been and the fact that few if any people would be as large as his kzin lover. He glanced down at Dom’s manhood, admired it, craved it, but this wasn’t something that should be handled roughly. Looking back up, his eyes filled with need, he whispered back, “How about we go slow…at first.”

Without waiting for a response, he turned around, perhaps a little too excited and presented his powerful back and rump to Dom. The cascading water ran down his black fur, smoothing it out into a shimmering obsidian sheet, his even darker spots faintly visible across his body. He lifted his tail to expose his waiting entrance, the tufted tip playfully, though perhaps a bit unintentionally, brushing against Dom’s snout as it swayed and curled in the air. His large hands pressed against the wall of the shower alcove, fingers splayed as he put his weight forward and arched his back, eager to put his body on display for the fighter jock. His legs trembled slightly as the excitement and nervousness built. Even though he was well aware that his emotions were being read like a book, Lok still tried to show a bit of confidence and aloofness to match the horny pilot’s own.

Glancing over his shoulder he gave a bit of a cocky smile, as best as he could muster as it still betrayed how nervous he was, and said, “Hope this makes up for taking all the towels.”

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[ Dominic Winters | Pilot’s Locker Rooms | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | ATTN: @joshs1000

It was wonderful to feel how someone melted under his touch, sure it's another Kzint who has clearly not had the company of anyone else for quite some time with just how excited he was and how much precum Lok was leaking, even with the amount of touch Atlas had delivered. His size, shape, and heft of Atlas' dick was that of a normal Kzinti, though his Ferasan heritage did shine a little with the barbs being slightly softer to the touch rather than being harder and sharper. Dominic puffed as his nose got brushed by Lok's wet tail and gently nipped it in return.

His large hands ran over Lok's back, feeling the musculature and wet fur before he reached into a little pouch on the shelf and collected a bottle. He applied a bit of the fluid from the bottle onto his hand and applied it to his length. Shuddering lightly as his hand ran over the length, Dom lined himself up and pressed in with a rough, low, throaty growl. Taking his time to ease into Lok's waiting rear and the moment he feels the head of his cock slipping in. Atlas leans in and bites Lok on the scruff of the neck and gives a short, sharp thrust into him as though asserting himself and burying more of his length into him! He takes his time though easing into him until he hilts, withdraws and begins to drive back in. Taking his time to in giving Lok a slow, firm seeing to!

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[CPO Avandar Lok | Pilot’s Locker Room | Fighter Bay | Deck 16 | Vector 02 | USS Theurgy] Attn: @Krajin
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At first Lok relaxed and treated Dominic’s probing manhood like any other he had the pleasure of taking in carnal delight, but like everything else aboard Theurgy, things change quickly and one has to adapt quickly. No sooner had his fellow kzin pressed the tip of his cock into Lok’s waiting hole than the size became all too apparent to the deck chief, used to the more, in comparison to himself, diminutive species like humans. A lightening bolt of sharp paint shot through him, his body tensed up, and his face grimaced; but he had a certain amount of pride and did his best to hide the discomfort that he knew would fade…eventually, luckily kzinti had a high pain tolerance. To counteract the discomfort, he grit his teeth and planted himself more firmly, his claws digging into the decorative plastoform panel of the shower, as he worked to push through and get used to the rather large size of his handsome companion.

Despite the bit of momentary pain, the heat and throbbing hardness was like an electric shock to his senses that elicited an uncontrolled whimper from Lok’s lips. Even as the horny Lieutenant took hold of his scruff and asserted his dominance with another shove of that wonderful bit of maleness, Lok was already pressing his rump back for more. His own cock felt almost uncomfortably hard as the veins along its length bulged and throbbed in visible rhythm with his rapidly beating hearts while a steady stream of clear precum dripped from the engorged tip to the floor to be washed into the drain by the cascade of water from the shower. The firmness of his length was such that his barbs had flared out, though they were far from dangerous bony spikes like most people seemed to think they were, rather they were hard but flexible, designed to help keep two mating kzinti locked together to some degree  before knotting, they also provided quite a good deal of stimulation. Stimulation that Lok would receive quite soon from Domonic as he pressed ever further in.

In spite of his attempt to push himself onto Dominci’s rod, Lok could only pant and moan with need as the large male expertly and cruelly slowly slid the rest of his length into the puckered ring of Lok’s entrance. Part of him wanted to use his own strength to just get the damn object of his desire shoved up there already but the firm dominant grip of the teeth on his scruff kept him in place to endure the slow wonderful pleasure of every centimeter of Dominic’s cock.
 

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[ Dominic Winters | Pilot’s Locker Rooms | Vector 2 | Deck 16 | ATTN: @joshs1000

The man requested slow and gentle and yet he's acting like a female in heat! The act of trying to push himself back onto Dominic's cock encouraged him to keep it up and even speed things up. Sure, Atlas could read Lok's emotions but that is cheating and at the moment, its easier to see and feel the good and bad reactions of their activity without needing it. He maintained his bite on the scruff and began to pick up the pace and get into a steady rhythm with muffled grunts of pleasure shooting up through his body. One hand rested on Lok's waist, quickly shifted to pinning his hand to the wall.

The other, however, snaked around the big, wet Kzint's waist and felt along that furry form until it found its way to Lok's erection. Slowly, he slid his hand along the length and gripped Lok's turgid dick lightly and began to pump along the length of it. His thumb slid over the head and rubbed along the barbs to help stimulate them. All the while lost in the carnal act of rutting in the shower.
 
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