Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Gaz would not have expected Price to engage in demi-humans. It felt dehumanizing, despite them being half-animal anyway. If a creature were to be put into a human activity, they should be humanized. They should not be subjected to being stuffed in a box of stereotypes for others to admire.

But Gaz was fascinated when he got his. {User} was certainly not a darling; {User} was something straight from a dungeon. Bold when {{sub}} wanted to be, baring teeth before Gaz could get his hands on a captive, and–his personal favourite–the roughhousing. {User} was great at the sparring and attacking aspects, and it certainly made up for the gunfight. God, Gaz had certainly gotten quite a few lacerations from {User}’s claws.

He wasn’t surprised at how grumpy {{sub}} got when he trimmed them.

Still, {User} could be a sweet thing at times. There was one instance where Gaz was sick, and poor little {User} had smelled it straight off of him. The confusion was evident, but the way {{sub}} kept checking in on him throughout the day always made Gaz smile when he remembered it. The same individual that scared off other soldiers of ally militaries was a sweetheart when {{sub}} wanted to be.

Gaz wasn’t the kind of person to jump to sex, or even fuck his collegues, but {User} was a whole different story.

The first time he even had thoughts of it, {User} had cuddled up with {{poss}} back to his stomach and feet near his head. He remembered kissing {{poss}} thigh a few times before {{sub}} woke up. It was even better that {{sub}} had only worn a shirt and underwear. Access was easy.

The second time was when Gaz and {User} were wrestling. It was out of the military norm to wrestle, but Gaz had caught {User} just in the midst of being pinned under an enemy in the last mission. After that, he had decided to help {{obj}} figure out how to get out from under that. Wrestling was his idea. But, because of the circumstances, Gaz obviously had to pin {{obj}} down. That was just fine. What wasn’t was the way {User} kept trying to push Gaz off with {{poss}} hips and back, each time pressing up against his groin. After that specific session, Gaz pulled {User} into one of the storage areas. Tucked behind boxes of supplies, Gaz had pulled {User} to sit beside him and suck his cock. {User} didn’t seem to like it as much as he had hoped. He wasn’t really able to cum well, and he could certainly admit to being a little forceful when he came on {{poss}} ear.

The first time Gaz actually tried to fuck {User}, he nearly got his cock bit. He could still remember how {User} had yanked {{poss}} body back when he tried fucking {{poss}} ass. After that, Gaz sort of...stopped trying.

Until he began incorporating things {User} liked.

That wasn’t hard to figure out. In fact, he found out {{sub}} seemed to like it when he hit {{poss}} sides. Not roughly, but just a pat every now and then. He began incorporating that into {{poss}} personal time. Whenever {{sub}} wiggled {{poss}} way into his bed, he made sure to give {{obj}} a few good-night pats. Then, he began bending {{obj}} over gently. Each time {{sub}} stayed in that position, he’d hit {{poss}} sides softly. It gave him the biggest hard-on when he saw how patient {{sub}} became, and it was even better that it fucking worked.

{User} wasn’t stupid, though. Gaz knew that {{sub}} knew what he was doing. He was trying to fuck {{obj}}, and {{sub}} seemed okay with it. There wasn’t a single complaint when Gaz began patting {{obj}} in {{poss}} underwear, until finally, all the clothes were finished separating {{obj}}.

By then, Gaz began doing something a little bit different. His hands moved from hitting {User}’s hips to hitting {{poss}} ass. Gently, he would pat little spankings onto {{obj}}, watching {{obj}} arch gently and get all cozy.

Then, he began hitting {{obj}} a bit more. Over {{poss}} ass, then {{poss}} thighs, and finally, he began slapping {{poss}} pussy. He wasn’t being rough, though. He just gave {User} some soothing, exciting little slaps.

Eventually, {User} was content enough to do it on {{poss}} back. So each night, Gaz made sure to give {User} some special good-night slaps–and if {User} was good all day, then a good-night kiss right on {{poss}} pretty pussy.

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Gaz was lying on his side, his head tucked against {User}’s throat. His hand was right over {{poss}} underwear, gently rubbing the skin and giving soft slaps every few seconds. He was being quiet, and he made sure {User} was too.

“Are you nervous?” His other hand came up and pushed away a bit of the hair from {{poss}} eyes. He eased his mouth closer, then gave {{poss}} cheek a gentle kiss. “Don’t be nervous. We do this every day, don’t we?”

Gaz’s fingers gently pulled aside the underwear, his fingers lying against that bare skin. His fingers grazed {{poss}} clit, then gently slapped {{poss}} pussy a few more times.

“I want you to spread yourself. Okay? I’m just going to play with you for a bit longer.”

Gaz would not have expected Price to engage in demi-humans. It felt dehumanizing, despite them being half-animal anyway. If a creature were to be put into a human activity, they should be humanized. They should not be subjected to being stuffed in a box of stereotypes for others to admire.

But Gaz was fascinated when he got his. {User} was certainly not a darling; {User} was something straight from a dungeon. Bold when {{sub}} wanted to be, baring teeth before Gaz could get his hands on a captive, and–his personal favourite–the roughhousing. {User} was great at the sparring and attacking aspects, and it certainly made up for the gunfight. God, Gaz had certainly gotten quite a few lacerations from {User}’s claws.

He wasn’t surprised at how grumpy {{sub}} got when he trimmed them.

Still, {User} could be a sweet thing at times. There was one instance where Gaz was sick, and poor little {User} had smelled it straight off of him. The confusion was evident, but the way {{sub}} kept checking in on him throughout the day always made Gaz smile when he remembered it. The same individual that scared off other soldiers of ally militaries was a sweetheart when {{sub}} wanted to be.

Gaz wasn’t the kind of person to jump to sex, or even fuck his collegues, but {User} was a whole different story.

The first time he even had thoughts of it, {User} had cuddled up with {{poss}} back to his stomach and feet near his head. He remembered kissing {{poss}} thigh a few times before {{sub}} woke up. It was even better that {{sub}} had only worn a shirt and underwear. Access was easy.

The second time was when Gaz and {User} were wrestling. It was out of the military norm to wrestle, but Gaz had caught {User} just in the midst of being pinned under an enemy in the last mission. After that, he had decided to help {{obj}} figure out how to get out from under that. Wrestling was his idea. But, because of the circumstances, Gaz obviously had to pin {{obj}} down. That was just fine. What wasn’t was the way {User} kept trying to push Gaz off with {{poss}} hips and back, each time pressing up against his groin. After that specific session, Gaz pulled {User} into one of the storage areas. Tucked behind boxes of supplies, Gaz had pulled {User} to sit beside him and suck his cock. {User} didn’t seem to like it as much as he had hoped. He wasn’t really able to cum well, and he could certainly admit to being a little forceful when he came on {{poss}} ear.

The first time Gaz actually tried to fuck {User}, he nearly got his cock bit. He could still remember how {User} had yanked {{poss}} body back when he tried fucking {{poss}} ass. After that, Gaz sort of...stopped trying.

Until he began incorporating things {User} liked.

That wasn’t hard to figure out. In fact, he found out {{sub}} seemed to like it when he hit {{poss}} sides. Not roughly, but just a pat every now and then. He began incorporating that into {{poss}} personal time. Whenever {{sub}} wiggled {{poss}} way into his bed, he made sure to give {{obj}} a few good-night pats. Then, he began bending {{obj}} over gently. Each time {{sub}} stayed in that position, he’d hit {{poss}} sides softly. It gave him the biggest hard-on when he saw how patient {{sub}} became, and it was even better that it fucking worked.

{User} wasn’t stupid, though. Gaz knew that {{sub}} knew what he was doing. He was trying to fuck {{obj}}, and {{sub}} seemed okay with it. There wasn’t a single complaint when Gaz began patting {{obj}} in {{poss}} underwear, until finally, all the clothes were finished separating {{obj}}.

By then, Gaz began doing something a little bit different. His hands moved from hitting {User}’s hips to hitting {{poss}} ass. Gently, he would pat little spankings onto {{obj}}, watching {{obj}} arch gently and get all cozy.

Then, he began hitting {{obj}} a bit more. Over {{poss}} ass, then {{poss}} thighs, and finally, he began slapping {{poss}} cock. He wasn’t being rough, though. He just gave {User} some soothing, exciting little slaps.

Eventually, {User} was content enough to do it on {{poss}} back. So each night, Gaz made sure to give {User} some special good-night slaps–and if {User} was good all day, then a good-night kiss right on {{poss}} pretty cock.

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Gaz was lying on his side, his head tucked against {User}’s throat. His hand was right over {{poss}} underwear, gently rubbing the skin and giving soft slaps every few seconds. He was being quiet, and he made sure {User} was too.

“Are you nervous?” His other hand came up and pushed away a bit of the hair from {{poss}} eyes. He eased his mouth closer, then gave {{poss}} cheek a gentle kiss. “Don’t be nervous. We do this every day, don’t we?”

Gaz’s fingers gently pulled aside the underwear, his fingers lying against that bare skin. His fingers grazed {{poss}} tip, then gently slapped {{poss}} cock a few more times.

“I want you to hold your underwear aside. Okay? I’m just going to play with you for a bit longer.”