over Kasha's lips. "Now, since you know what I like--"
"Beautiful, compact boys with smart mouths and tight little asses."
"Yes. That." Willem laughed, wishing he didn't blush so easily. "Tell me what you like."
Kasha's hands skated up his arms, making Willem shiver. "I like big men. Men of strength and... " He glanced down at Willem's package. "Sizeable assets. I do like the feeling of being overpowered during sex, overmatched. Tenderness has its place. But in the grip of passion, nothing annoys me more than being treated too carefully."
"I'll keep that in mind. But you do know I'd never hurt you. Don't you?"
"Yes." Kasha ducked his head. Embarrassed? Ashamed? "I know. Should have known."
Willem pulled him close again and crushed his lips down on Kasha's in a bruising kiss. The undulations of that lithe body against his sent a rush of blood to his groin, his cock achingly hard again in seconds.
Kasha's scent drove him on, his taste an aphrodisiac all its own as he plunged his tongue into his sweet mouth. The fine-grit sandpaper feel of Kasha's tongue against his added an extra layer of excitement. Teeth nipped at him and Kasha's nails kneaded into his back. Willem bent and slid an arm under Kasha's knees to scoop him up against his chest, still driving his tongue hard inside. Those firm, yielding lips against his conjured a sudden image of them wrapped around his cock. The thought nearly took him out at the knees.
"Willem." Kasha nuzzled under his chin, purring. "I do want to please you."
He knew enough about cats to recognize that not all purrs were contented ones. Cats purred when they hurt, as well, or when they were anxious.
"Don't worry. I'm sure you will."
Their blanket nest by the fire seemed the best choice. He placed his soon-to-be demon lover facedown on the comforter, enchanted by the play of firelight over golden ass cheeks blushed from the heat of arousal. Rose and gold--the combination struck him as so warm and inviting.
Kasha arched his back, lifting his gorgeous butt in invitation. "Is this part of the punishment? Making me wait interminably to have you inside me?"
"I want that like you wouldn't believe, but I don't have any rubbers."
"Ah." Kasha twisted to lean on one elbow. "You don't need them with me. We're different species, my dear, and can't transmit diseases to each other."
"Wishful thinking, or you know this?"
"I know it. I've lived with humans for long enough to know."
How long? Willem squashed the question. He wasn't sure he really wanted to know. "I'm not taking you dry, though."
"Didn't I just tell you what annoys me most?" Kasha rolled his pelvis against the comforter. "If you don't--"
He broke off on a soft cry when Willem ran his tongue down the crease between his cheeks.
"Oh... dear gods... "
Willem teased around the puckered ring, breathing in Kasha's scent, clean and earthy. The clean part didn't surprise him. He was a cat for most of the day, after all. When he licked over the hole, Kasha shuddered. When he shoved his tongue inside, his little demon howled and pushed back against him.
"Shh, hush." Willem nipped his right ass cheek to reinforce the demand.
Old habits, telling his lovers to keep it down. While he had never kept his being gay a secret, he had never made much effort to come out, either. His bedroom activities were his own damn business, which he'd rather not share with the neighbors. Out here in the woods, though, Kasha could scream and moan without anyone overhearing.
He drove his tongue into the constrictive passage, grabbing hold of Kasha's hips when his squirming and thrashing bordered on violent.
"Willem," Kasha got out in a strangled whisper. "Turn around. Please. Let me... oh... " He seemed to lose his train of thought as Willem caressed his balls. "Just turn."
Without losing contact, Willem spun around and straddled Kasha's head. Soft lips closed around his cock as Kasha arched and turned his head to meet what he offered. Soft, heated lips,
"Beautiful, compact boys with smart mouths and tight little asses."
"Yes. That." Willem laughed, wishing he didn't blush so easily. "Tell me what you like."
Kasha's hands skated up his arms, making Willem shiver. "I like big men. Men of strength and... " He glanced down at Willem's package. "Sizeable assets. I do like the feeling of being overpowered during sex, overmatched. Tenderness has its place. But in the grip of passion, nothing annoys me more than being treated too carefully."
"I'll keep that in mind. But you do know I'd never hurt you. Don't you?"
"Yes." Kasha ducked his head. Embarrassed? Ashamed? "I know. Should have known."
Willem pulled him close again and crushed his lips down on Kasha's in a bruising kiss. The undulations of that lithe body against his sent a rush of blood to his groin, his cock achingly hard again in seconds.
Kasha's scent drove him on, his taste an aphrodisiac all its own as he plunged his tongue into his sweet mouth. The fine-grit sandpaper feel of Kasha's tongue against his added an extra layer of excitement. Teeth nipped at him and Kasha's nails kneaded into his back. Willem bent and slid an arm under Kasha's knees to scoop him up against his chest, still driving his tongue hard inside. Those firm, yielding lips against his conjured a sudden image of them wrapped around his cock. The thought nearly took him out at the knees.
"Willem." Kasha nuzzled under his chin, purring. "I do want to please you."
He knew enough about cats to recognize that not all purrs were contented ones. Cats purred when they hurt, as well, or when they were anxious.
"Don't worry. I'm sure you will."
Their blanket nest by the fire seemed the best choice. He placed his soon-to-be demon lover facedown on the comforter, enchanted by the play of firelight over golden ass cheeks blushed from the heat of arousal. Rose and gold--the combination struck him as so warm and inviting.
Kasha arched his back, lifting his gorgeous butt in invitation. "Is this part of the punishment? Making me wait interminably to have you inside me?"
"I want that like you wouldn't believe, but I don't have any rubbers."
"Ah." Kasha twisted to lean on one elbow. "You don't need them with me. We're different species, my dear, and can't transmit diseases to each other."
"Wishful thinking, or you know this?"
"I know it. I've lived with humans for long enough to know."
How long? Willem squashed the question. He wasn't sure he really wanted to know. "I'm not taking you dry, though."
"Didn't I just tell you what annoys me most?" Kasha rolled his pelvis against the comforter. "If you don't--"
He broke off on a soft cry when Willem ran his tongue down the crease between his cheeks.
"Oh... dear gods... "
Willem teased around the puckered ring, breathing in Kasha's scent, clean and earthy. The clean part didn't surprise him. He was a cat for most of the day, after all. When he licked over the hole, Kasha shuddered. When he shoved his tongue inside, his little demon howled and pushed back against him.
"Shh, hush." Willem nipped his right ass cheek to reinforce the demand.
Old habits, telling his lovers to keep it down. While he had never kept his being gay a secret, he had never made much effort to come out, either. His bedroom activities were his own damn business, which he'd rather not share with the neighbors. Out here in the woods, though, Kasha could scream and moan without anyone overhearing.
He drove his tongue into the constrictive passage, grabbing hold of Kasha's hips when his squirming and thrashing bordered on violent.
"Willem," Kasha got out in a strangled whisper. "Turn around. Please. Let me... oh... " He seemed to lose his train of thought as Willem caressed his balls. "Just turn."
Without losing contact, Willem spun around and straddled Kasha's head. Soft lips closed around his cock as Kasha arched and turned his head to meet what he offered. Soft, heated lips,
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