Wild Kratts: Can't Fight the Moonlight

Martin couldn't help looking worried. Chris looked fevered and his voice had gone gutteral and husky. Not to mention the enduring (and unexplained) mystery of why on earth he was part tasmanian devil.

“Idunno, Chris-” he ventured, pushing Chris's intruding face away, “What the hell? Why're you smelling me? We should get back to camp. Like, as soon as possible. We need to fix you!”

“Fix me?” Chris growled, furrowing his brows. Something about the suggestion rankled him. “Nothing's wrong. I'm fine!” He shook his head and growled, leaning back into Martin and sniffing along his shoulder up his neck, growling again.

Martin wasn't completely sure he liked the sound Chris had made. It had sounded...appreciative.

“Chris, for christsake knock it off!” Martin tried to shove his now belligerent brother off again but found his shoulders in the younger brother's clawed grip, nose and mouth pressed possessively beneath his jawline and wandering up to his temple. The feeling of his brother's face pressed so close to his own sent an unpleasant shiver down his spine and he tried to wriggle away.

“Serious personal space invasion, Chris,” Martin said, trying to sound authoritative and only managing to sound jittery. His attempt to push away only made Chris tighten his grip and snarl. Martin felt sharp teeth close gingerly on the shell of his ear and the wet warmth of a tongue tracing its outline.

Martin barely stifled a cry of surprise. At least, he hoped it had sounded like surprise.

“Chris, I don't know what's gotten into you but-” he pushed against his little brother's chest one more time, trying to get some space between them. Maybe if he had held still he wouldn't have panicked at the sight of the impressive erection straining at the strange second-skin material of the Creature Power Suit. “-got to knock it off! Got to get out of here and clear your head!” he finished with a high pitched shriek.

Chris's response was to run his hot, wet tongue down the seam of Martin's throat, wrapping his arms around his older brother's lower back when he began to shake.

“You smell nice,” he rumbled into Martin's clavicle, biting on the ridge just hard enough to elicit a jerk.

“This is not okay, this is not okay,” Martin whimpered, struggling to back out of his brother's powerful embrace. All it did was bring him in intimate contact with his brother's arousal.

Chris backed him into a nearby tree, hands slipping down Martin's back to grope his ass while his tongue wandered back up his neck and along his jaw. “Whatd'ya mean bro?” Chris mumbled against Martin's cheek, grinning wildly. “It's...perfectly natural.”

He pressed their bodies together tight, Martin's hands useless against his chest, and groaned when his erection slid and bumped against Martin's groin. His breathing was coming faster and Martin could hear his breath in little pants as Chris abruptly dropped the wild animal act and began planting kisses from his temple to his throat, pausing to trace little circles on his older brother's warm flesh with his tongue.

“You're licking me, you're not letting me go, y-you have a hard-on jammed against my- natural?! This is-ah!- natural to you?!” Despite his rant, Chris's ministrations were beginning to work on Martin- his cheeks had flushed in what he wished were just embarrassment and his chest was heaving against Chris's- his throat felt tight, like it was on fire and he just couldn't get enough air.

In silent response, Chris pressed his hips forward and shifted so that his pulsing length ground against Martin's. He freed one hand from where he had been kneading his older brother's ass and grabbed one of Martin's shaking hands, jerking it down and wrapping it, gently but forcefully, around the bulge there.

Still holding tight, Chris drew his face back far enough to meet his brother's wide, bewildered blue eyes. He smiled, teeth showing before he grabbed Martin's face with his free hand and crushed their mouths together.

Neither was entirely sure if the sound Martin made was a moan, wail of outrage or a mix of both as Chris's tongue pushed past Martin's lips and began to taste him.

Martin was shivering violently in Chris's arms, his own free hand flailing as though seeking escape before settling on his younger brother's neck. He gasped like a drowning man when Chris finally broke off, licking a trail of saliva down Martin's lips and chin.

“Feels pretty natural to me, brother,” Chris hissed against his ear, rising into a pleasured growl as Martin's hand tightened involuntarily around his cock.

[Finally porn! And more to come.]