“It’s so firm… and the perfect size, just like you.” I stroke our cocks faster. His lip twitches. “And the head is the same color as your cheeks.”
It would be so much easier to rebuff and punish him if he was being difficult, but he’s an angel with white fur instead of wings. I grab the bottle of lube and fall to my knees to hide my face. A familiar tail dangles off the edge of the mattress. I grab his ass, spreading him wide so my warm cheeks press against his.
I tease his hole with the tip of my tongue to start, turning slowly. Above me, he lets out a deep, satisfied sigh. The muscle relaxes and I press more of my tongue inside, delighted when his ass tightens around my face. Louder and louder, he moans till his voice cracks. I crack open the bottle of lube, slathering two fingers and pressing them inside him. His hole takes my fingers like his mouth took my cock.
I stand back up, palming the head of my cock so it’s slick with lube. He notices, gasping, “Roderick.”
“You can beg better than that.”
No hesitation. “Please, fuck me with that pretty cock. I need it.”
I slide between his legs, lining myself up with his hole. “Why do you need it?”
“Because I’m a needy whore.”
I press just the head of my cock inside him, delighted by his gasp and subsequent whimper. As I sink myself more and more inside him, I lean over him. “Whose whore?”
He blinks, slowly, drawing out his response. “Roderick’s whore.” My body is flush with his, my whole cock inside him. “Fuck,” he pants.
I throw my whole weight into each thrust, gripping the towelsfor leverage. My feet are still on the floor. His face is far enough away I can’t quite kiss him, his mouth focused on catching his breath.
“Fuck…Fuck—”he grunts.
I grab the underside of his thighs, digging my nails in. “Tell me if this is too much.” I push his legs back so his knees are nearly touching the mattress. “You’re pretty flexible, even with all those muscles.” I swing my foot onto the bed. “Hold your thighs here.”
His hands replace mine. I thrust deeper, faster than before. Finally, I can reach his face to kiss him. Shove my tongue in his mouth like how I shove my cock in his ass. I am delirious, overtaken by his warmth, by the little noises he makes, by pure concentrated lust. So much so that I almost lose myself, close to finishing without making sure he’s satisfied. Again.
Once he’s impaled on my cock, as deep as I can possibly go, I settle. My hips are frozen in place while both hands wrap around his thick cock. He rolls his head back against the mattress, a braying moan erupting from him.
One hand focuses on his shaft while the other palms the head. There’s so much precum. I switch hands, using his own cum to slick my hand and stroke him faster.
“You really are going to make a huge mess, aren’t you?” I give his cockhead a light squeeze. “Answer me.”
“Y-yes,” he breathes. “Yes, Roderick—I’m going to come so much because you feel so good.”
I lean in to kiss the flat of his nose. “I’ll clean you up.” Both my hands are soiled with his pre-cum, and so I jerk him with both. “My own personal fuck toy.” Another kiss as soft as his fur brushing against my thighs. “My Christos.”
“Roder—” He chokes on the last bit of my name as he begins to spill. I slow my strokes, appreciating the way his cock throbs as he spurts cum all over his stomach. His nostrils flair and all the muscles in his body tense. A few seconds later and he’s still coming, his mess starting to slide off his body and onto the towels beneath him.
I’m still hard and inside him. I reach for his face, making sure I have his attention.
“I’m going to keep fucking you.”
I rear my hips back, watching myself in his deep dark eyes. With each thrust he lets out a pathetic little whimper. I’m overwhelmed by him entirely. The sound, the scent, the stickiness of him. So much so my orgasm sneaks up to me.
“Shit—” My voice wavers as I come with a final thrust.
His cock has calmed down now, flaccid and laying in a pool of his own cum. I grab the edge of a towel, wiping him down his stomach.
He breathes a laugh, his voice soft. “Don’t worry about it…”
“Please, it’s the least I could do.”
Though the more I try to clean up, the bigger mess I fear I’m making. There’s no way to clean up his fur and there’s so much cum I feel like I’m just pushing it around, like I’m trying to pick up crude oil with my hands.
He touches my cheek to get my attention.
“We can shower later…” His thumb drags across my bottom lip. “Come hold me.”