just as he had imagined, closing hard around his head... and then he gasped, his hips jerking as that rough tongue lapped up the underside of his erection.
"Fuck," he whispered, catching his balance on both palms.
"Too much?" Kasha whispered against his skin.
"No... maybe. Give me a sec." Willem panted, trying to force his body under control. "Do it again. Not too hard."
The little bit of sandpaper friction wasn't quite pain, but the exquisite stimulation would put him over the edge too quickly. He allowed it for a few moments, letting Kasha get him wet and ready, gulping slow breaths while he ignored his body's demands to thrust.
When he couldn't stand it any longer, he pulled away, amused at the little whimper from Kasha.
"Willem, please, not yet. You taste so incredible."
"I'm not a piece of candy, babe. You keep licking me like that, I'll be raw."
He moved back around and Kasha pulled his knees up, spreading his legs wide while presenting that lovely backside. Nice to have a lover who made clear what he wanted without all the dirty talk. It turned a lot of guys on, he knew that, but for Willem it had always been a distraction, sometimes to the point of embarrassment. If both partners had the same anatomy, why the need for such graphic demands? They both knew what went where and how things should go.
His fingers dented Kasha's skin as he pulled his cheeks apart and angled his head with his thumbs, grunting at the vise grip around him as he eased past the tight ring. Not too careful, Kasha had been clear on that point, but he still waited that crucial moment for his partner to adjust. Once that telltale unclenching of muscles occurred, he thrust in hard, shoving his cock halfway into that heated sleeve. He knew it was the right approach when Kasha groaned and shoved back equally hard, demanding more.
Head spinning from the overload of pleasure, Willem clenched his jaw and gripped Kasha's hips to control his movements. It had been awhile, and the last thing he wanted to do was make a poor showing this first time. He kept his thrusts long and steady, pulling out almost all the way and then sliding back in until his pelvis met Kasha's sweet butt.
"So perfect," Kasha whispered, his back arching to change the angle of Willem's thrusts. "You fill me so completely... gods."
Willem leaned against Kasha's back, nipping and licking at his shoulder while he reached a hand underneath to toy with Kasha's furry balls and tease along his cock. His fingers slid over the leaking head, and then he curled his fingers around, sliding his hand down Kasha's surprisingly thick erection.
"Willem... "
"Hmm?" He thrust harder as he drew his hand back up.
"Willem, be careful of the--"
"Ow! Damn!"
Kasha jerked and moaned. "--penile spines."
He snatched his hand back to shake it out. Damn stupid. Of course Kasha had the little ring of backward pointing spines on his cock. He was a cat.
"I'm so sorry," Kasha murmured.
"Shush. My fault." He stroked Kasha's back to make it clear he wasn't angry. "Didn't think of it in time."
"If you only stroke down... "
"Got it."
The little bite of the spines hadn't done a thing to dampen his desire. The tingling burn along the webbing between thumb and forefinger actually spurred him on. Flushed, heart racing, it was as if the spines had injected him with some sort of sexual fever. He closed his fist around Kasha's cock again, careful only to stroke downward, and returned to pounding deep into the lithe, squirming body beneath him with unprecedented ferocity.
Kasha writhed on the blanket, shoving back as hard as Willem thrust into him. "Willem... oh, gods... " He stilled, muscles trembling, and then shoved back once more with an unearthly howl, his channel clenching in hard pulses.
Willem gasped, his balls drawing up in a sudden rush. He buried himself balls-deep inside the breathtaking tightness of Kasha's body, the thirty-foot wave of his orgasm rushing in on him. He bellowed as it crashed over