*The tiger chuckles a little bit as he is kissed in return, but he sits up for a moment as he looks down to the half naked wolf.  He pulls off his own vest and shirt, leaving on only an under-shirt though he brandishes a single claw.  With a seductive, and somewhat predatory, grin he licks his claw tip before he brings the sharp nail down his own undershirt, it shreds rather easily, but shirts were the last thing on his mind.  He reaches down and undoes his belt buckle, quickly adding that along with his pants and boxers to the growing pile of clothing that was resting on the floor next to the couch.  With a relieved sigh, the now nude tiger lets his cock throb freely, he seems he didn't want to slow down in the least.  Attio reaches down and starts to undo John's pants as the dominate scent of tiger musk could be smelt, it was getting much stronger, as was a more effeminate scent as well.* Mmrrrr...almost forgot to ask you...want to be on your back...or stomach?  *he chuckles, tail swishing behind him again*