Cold Hard Truths
Snow Leopard Hybrid x non-hybrid t141
Bonus NSFW 18+ 3.3k words
Note: while the rest of the series was written with GN terms for Sparrow they are referenced as having female anatomy in this part
It's inevitable really, the longing had been there for months, all of them dodging around it. It doesn't happen immediately, all of them silently agreeing that it should wait, until they're settled into their new life and home. None of the men want to force it, to accidentally push Sparrow away if they aren't ready. They all understand the hesitancy, the doubt that still plagues Sparrow's mind, the fear that their emotions could be taken advantage of again.
Learning to trust again was one thing, welcoming that level of vulnerability is another entirely. So the team accept that it will happen when they are ready, and if they never are that is okay with them too.
It starts off small, brief kisses, soft hands, gentle embraces. Slowly but surely Sparrow allows them more. Licking into Johnny's mouth when he kisses them good morning, a pink hue settling on both their cheeks. Hands wandering over Simon's chest when Sparrow hugs him from behind, occasionally sneaking beneath his shirt. A soft nip on Kyles shoulder when they curl together in bed, soothing the skin with their tongue when he sucks in a sharp breath. Moving to straddle John's lap on the couch instead of tucking against him, pressing their hips down just sightly as they nuzzle into his neck. It's torturous for the men, Sparrow pressing the boundaries between them but always withdrawing before it goes any further.
It comes to a head one evening, the five of them sprawled on the couch together, tv blaring in the background. Sparrow tries to focus on the movie but they find themself restless, every few moments shifting in their seat, clenching their thighs together before changing positions. The men notice, of course they do, eyes flicking from the tv back to the hybrid each time they shift.
"You alright love?" John runs a soothing hand over Sparrow's shoulders, rubbing at their neck lightly.
Sparrow titches slightly, a whine catching in their throat. Their eyes widen slightly and they cough, pulling away from the touch. The men are at rapt attention now, an air of confusion settling in the room.
"Love what- is something wrong? Are you feeling okay?"
Sparrow stares down at their hands, fiddling with their fingers as their cheeks take on a rosey tinge. "It's embarrassing."
Johnny reaches over to squeeze their knee gently, "talk to us bon."
They shift again, clearing their throat uncomfortably, "I... I'm really horny..."
The room falls silent, the men freezing completely, eye's wide. Sparrow's face burns, shame filling them completely. "Sorry I shouldn't have-"
John cuts them off with a kiss, hands cradling their face firmly as their lips collide. It's nothing like the kisses they'd shared prior, this is deeper, heated. His tongue traces the seam of their lips, letting out a satisfied groan when Sparrow opens their mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Their tongues meet in a tangled embrace, Sparrow's heart thundering in their chest. The moment comes to a sudden end when they pull back from air, ribs heaving. It's only then that Sparrow feels the heavy gaze of the other men, fixated on the gleam of the hybrids lips. Their eyes are filled with a hunger they'd kept hidden for months, bodies tense as though they are a moment from pouncing.
John's mouth pulls into a grin, hand moving to grip Sparrow's chin, forcing their gaze back to his. "You should have told us sooner love, have no idea how long we've been wanting this."
A whimper catches in their throat, eyes fluttering slightly.
Sparrow's tail flicks in agitation, chewing their lip lightly as they shrug their shoulders.
John chuckles and shakes his head, "come on love, use your words. What do you want?"
"... you. I want all of you."
That's all the permission the men need, greedy hands hauling them toward the bedroom. Sparrow is pushed back onto the bed, wandering hands and gentle mouths immediately caressing their body. The men are quick to shed clothing, throwing it haphazardly to the floor. Simons hands trace along the seams of Sparrow shirt and pants, voice hoarse as he speaks, "can we take these off dove?"
They give a small nod, lifting their hips to assist him. Sparrow's clothes soon join the other's on the floor. The men's eyes trace their figure, pupils wide with appreciation.
"You're fuckin stunning love." Johnny's eagerness is clear, his hands tracing a gentle path along their sternum, down their stomach. Sparrow shivers, skin tingling at the touch.
Simon chuckles, the sound sending warmth through Sparrow's body. "So sensitive."
John slides behind them on the bed, gripping their hips firmly and guiding them between his spread thighs, their back to his chest. His hands slide over their legs, gently prying them open as he presses soft kisses along their neck. "Just relax darling, let us make you feel good."
Sparrow's head tilts back against his shoulder, breath hitching as he licks the curve of their jaw. His eyes find Kyle's nodding his head slightly, "want the first taste?"
Kyle lets out a low groan, sliding onto the bed, hands digging into the soft flesh of Sparrow's thighs. He kisses along their inner leg, firm and claiming, pausing once to nip at the skin, drawing a gasp. He presses forward, nose buried in their bush as he inhales deeply, shoulders clenching before he relaxing as he exhales a soft moan. He gives now warning before delving forward, mouth wet and hot as he presses open kisses along their folds. Sparrow let's out a choked moan, legs instinctively trying to clamp shut but are quickly yanked back open by John.
Simon and Johnny are quick to join on the bed, ravenous hands sliding over their stomach before the each take a nipple into their mouth. Simon's tongue moves in lazy circles, eye's locked on Sparrow's expression. Johnny sucks harshly, teeth tugging on the hardening bud, grinning wolfishly when Sparrow twitches and moans at the feeling.
Kyle moan's from between their thighs, pressing a light kiss to the crest of their folds before circling it with his tongue. His movements are precise, methodical. Sparrow can feel warmth start to pool in their gut, a gradual build forming as Kyle continues the steady pace. Their core throbs, legs twitching as their release grows closer, soft moans tumbling from their lips. Kyle's eyes flutter, hips grinding into the mattress, his cock achingly hard, seeking any friction he can find.
Sparrow's peak crashes over them, body spasming as they cry out. Kyle continues his ministrations, working them through the orgasm until they twitch with overstimulation, whining in discomfort. He continues to rut into the mattress, face pressed firmly into their crotch as the musky smell envelops him. His eyes roll back, a choked gasp escaping as his own release hits, hard and sudden. His cock twitches under him, spilling onto the sheets beneath him, coating his lower stomach. He stays buried between their thighs as he catches his breath, looking up with hooded eyes to meet the blown out gaze of Sparrow. He shifts to his knees, crawling forward to catch their lips in a deep kiss, tongue swirling with theirs, causing them to moan as they taste their own release on his lips. Kyle pulls back, pressing a brief kiss to their cheek before moving aside. Johnny is quick to pull him into a kiss, humming in appreciation at the taste.
John nuzzles into Sparrows neck, stubble tickling the skin as he murmurs in their ear, "I think Johnny's patience is about to run out love, I think he's waited long enough don't you?"
Sparrow nods, pulling a smile from John. He's gentle as he manoeuvres them, pressing a sweet kiss to their temple before guiding them to their hands and knees. "They're all yours Johnny."
The man grins wolfishly, positioning himself behind them with an undeniable eagerness. He runs a hand along their back, pressing their shoulders down, leaving their hips high in the air for him. His other hand snakes between their legs, dipping into the wetness and letting out soft chuff. "God your absolutely dripping bon."
He strokes himself twice before lining up with their aching hole, sinking in with a groan. Sparrow's walls flutters around him, breath catching as the stretch burns. Johnny's movements start slow, the warmth sending sparks of pleasure through his cock. Though his impatience wears thin and he's soon pounding into them at a brutal pace, hips snapping into them roughly.
Sparrow lets out a choked cry, claws digging into the sheets as they feeling overwhelms them. It's too much and yet not enough at the same time. They jerk forward, trying to escape the relentless thrusts. Johnny tsks, gripping the base of their tail and pulling them back onto his cock harshly. They mewl at the sensation, clenching around him slightly, back arching further. Johnny chuckles running his free hand along their spine as he continues the steady pace. "Doing so well, you feel fucking amazing love."
The other men watch with rapt attention, John palming at his cock lazily as he leans back against the headboard. Simons cock twitches, precum dribbling down his length in anticipation
Johnny's cock hits that soft spot inside of Sparrow that has them sobbing, fat tears wetting the sheets below. "It's too much- I can't-"
His hips snap forward harder, moaning as they clench around him tightly. Sparrow can feel the coil in their gut tightening, fast and intense. Their vision blurs, eyes rolling back as their release hits like a tidal wave. Their cunt spasms around him, legs trembling as they collapse into the bed. Johnny wraps an arm around their waist, holding them up as he continues to bully his cock into them, his own release growing closer. He leans forward, burying his face between their shoulders as his movements falter, orgasm ripping through him. He ruts into them, coating their walls with his release, the warmth spreading through them both. He halts his movements, peppering soft kisses along their spine, murmuring soft reassurances. "Did so well, so perfect."
He pulls out slowly, watching as the creamy liquid drips down onto the sheets below. He presses a soft kiss to the swell of their ass, "you still with us love?"
Sparrow manages a shaky nod, legs still trembling.
"Do you want to stop?" Simon's hand slides along their cheek, guiding them to look up at him. Their eyelids hang heavy, cheeks damp with tears and their forehead sticky with sweat. Sparrow whines softly.
Sparrow swallows hard, mind turning slowly, "... keep going."
He smiles arms moving under them as he pulls them into his lap, his chest warm against their back. "Just breathe okay."
His hands grip their waist firmly, guiding them as they sink onto him, a low groan falling from his lips. He holds them there, letting them adjust to the fullness before he lifts them slowly then brings them back down. It’s a torturous pace, patient and languid, almost uncomfortable. Sparrow lets out a broken gasp, claws digging into his wrists.
He shushes them, licking away the wetness on their cheeks. "I know it's a lot love, I've got you."
He pauses for a moment, arms encircling them. He waits for their breathing to slow, feeling as they relax back into him. He rolls his hips once, tentative, watching carefully for any sign of discomfort. Sparrow moans lightly, sinking into him further. He smiles, "there we go dove."
He continues the gentle roll of his hips, admiring the pinch in their brow, their eyes clenching shut and jaw hanging open in a silent gasp. One hand stays firm around their waist as the other dips down, finding their swollen clit. His finger circles lazily, pressure light as to not overwhelm them. He smiles at the breathy moan they let out, walls fluttering around him. He's in no rush, no desperate attempt to chase his release, instead letting himself get lost in the warmth of their body, the soft sounds that tumble from their lips. The heat pools in his gut gently, like a slow drip of water, spreading through him one roll of his hips at a time. Their gummy walls suck him in, his cock twitching each time he feels them spasm around him. Simon sinks his teeth into their shoulder, breath stilling as his peak washes over him. His skin tingles, movements slowing slightly as he rides out the orgasm before falling still. He blinks slowly, vision spotting slightly.
"Thank you." His voice is gentle, as are his hands as he rubs gentle patterns across their stomach.
John clears his throat, signalling for Simon to pass them over. The man presses a soft kiss to Sparrow's jaw before carefully sliding them out of his lap and into Johns.
Sparrow curls into John, face tucking into his neck as he hugs them gently. His fingers run along their side softly, lips brushing their ear as he talks. "Did so perfect darling, how about we get you into the bath."
They turn their head, blinking up at him through wet eyes, "you didn't get to-"
He cuts them off with a soft kiss, hand moving to cup their cheek, thumb stroking lightly as he pulls back. "You're exhausted love, you should rest."
They whine, eyes pleading, "but I want to."
He huffs a laugh and shakes his head, "you're insatiable... only if you are absolutely sure."
The nod their head nosing at his throat as a soft purr rumbles through them, "I'm sure."
"Alright," he rolls Sparrow onto their back, hands planted either side of their shoulders as he hovers above them. "But you tell me to stop as soon as it's too much okay?"
The smile softly, "okay."
He hooks one arm under their leg, hiking it over his shoulder. His other hand grips the base of his length, pumping in in his hands a few times before running the tip through their slick folds, wetness quickly coating it. "Deep breaths."
John sinks in slowly, watching the soft flutter of Sparrow’s lashes as he slides in. When he’s fully sheathed he pauses, leaning his forehead against theirs as they both catch the breath. Sparrow tries to keep their breaths steady, the fullness making it feel like their air has been knocked out of them. John pulls back before rolling his hips forward once, the soft chirp that leaves Sparrow’s lips drawing a smile from him. "What did we ever do to deserve you huh?"
Sparrow's face flushes pink, squirming at the compliment. John tuts and hooks their other leg over his shoulder, pressing down to pin them in place, his cock hitting deep inside them. "I'm serious love, you're the best thing that happened to us. This... well this is just an added bonus."
He rocks forward to accentuate his point, Sparrow crying out as his tip nudges their cervix. He presses an apologetic kiss to their temple, adjusting the angle slightly as he continues to rock into them. The pudge of his stomach rubs deliciously over their clit, the nerves throbbing with each rut of his hips.
"You gonna cum for me one last time beautiful?"
Sparrow whimpers, ears pinning back, eyes falling shut, "I can't..."
"Yes you can love. Come on eyes on me, need to watch as you fall apart."
Their eyes blink open, unfocused and glassy. He smiles down at them increasing the pressure of his thrusts slightly, Sparrow gasping in response. The can feel that pressure begin to build again, this time sharper, more intense. John can see the tension wracking through them, the way their body trembles, eyes watering again.
His words are the final push they need. Sparrow sobs as their orgasm rips through them, cunt clenching hard as the gush onto his cock, soaking the space between them. John groans, watching their face contort in extasy before looking down at the mess spreading, creamy white liquid pooling around their entrance and coating his length. He can't draw his eyes away, watching as he fucks the release back into them, their stomach bulging each time with his thrusts. "Fucking stuffed full aren't you love."
Their legs tremble violent as he continues thrusting into them, his cock achingly hard. John can feel the tug, the tightness to his balls as his build gets closer and closer. He groans again, pace increasing as he chases his own peak. Sparrow sobs again, writhing beneath him with overstimulation, the friction drawing him even closer to that edge.
He moans loudly as his orgasm crashes over him, pressing far into them as his seed mixes with the release of Simon and Johnny, deep in Sparrow's walls. He lets their legs drop from his shoulders, pushing back the hair clinging to their clammy brow, pressing a soft kiss between their eyebrows.
His eyes stay on them as he speaks to the other men, "Kyle go draw a bath for them. Simon go grab something for them to eat when they are ready. Johnny get some clean sheets."
The men all grunt in acknowledgement, moving stiffly to their respective tasks. John rolls onto his back, pulling Sparrow atop of him, cock still nestled deep in their cunt. He cards a gentle hand through their hair, holding them close with the other. Sparrow sobs into his shoulder, whole body shaking. John presses kisses to the top of their head, "I know love. You did so well, absolutely amazing. We'll get you all cleaned up and then head to bed alright?"
Sparrow manages a shaky nod, tears slowing. John hums, arm tightening around them, "can you talk or is it too much?"
They shake their head, pressing into him further. He presses another kiss to the top of their head, voice a soft whisper, "that's okay, take your time."
Kyle pokes his head back into the room, tapping the door slightly to get their attention, "bath is ready."
John nods, "thanks Kyle, good lad."
Kyle beams at the praise, treading down the hall toward the kitchen, no doubt to find Simon.
John sits up slowly, "I'm gonna have to pull out now."
Sparrow whimpers as he does, cum immediately leaking out of them. John stands, keeping them cradled in his arms as he walks to the bathroom. The room smells of a mixture of soaps, steam wafting off the top of the water, bubbles gathering. John carefully places them in the bath, sitting along the edge and taking a washcloth to gently run over them. Sparrow hums, leaning their head against his thigh and staring at up him through heavy lids.
John is slow and methodical is his ministrations, cleaning them with a tender care.
John raises an eyebrow, "mean what?"
"That I was the best thing that's happened to you all." Sparrow blinks slowly.
John smiles, nodding, "yeah, I meant it."
He places the wash cloth aside, hand moving to cradle their face, "we are all forever grateful that we can spend this life with you."
Sparrow leans into the touch, eyes fluttering shut. They stay there until Simon calls out from the bedroom, telling them to come eat. John helps dry them of before wrapping them with a soft robe, offering his arm as they walk back to the bedroom. Johnny's changed the sheets, him along with Kyle and Simon already settled in bed, backs against the headboard as they chew at the sandwiches Simon had made. They sidle over to make room for the two arrivals, the plate of sandwiches passed over to them. The group eats in silence, savouring the taste. As they finish the five of them bundle under the blankets, pressed together, limbs tangled in a warm embrace. Sparrow can't stop the purr vibrating through them, the men all smiling in response. It's peaceful, each of them starting to grow heavy with sleep. As they all begin to drift, Sparrow's soft voice reaches their ears.
The men shuffle in closer, arms tightening their holds slightly, each murmuring out the same response. "I love you."
Sparrow falls asleep smiling.
This was supposed to be a short bonus chapter.... got a bit carried away.
Okay I think that is finally the end of this series! I don't plan on coming back to this one as I have got a lot of other ideas I want to work on, however I may write the occasional blurb about them if I feel inspired.
Thank you all for following this journey! Very excited to bust out some more series this year :)
