“Are you sure? Hmm.” Cass’s brow furrowed. “I really should have gotten more canvases.”
“Hey. You. The very sexy imp covered in paint.”
“Oh! That’s me.”
LA laughed and kissed Cass firmly, his legs lazily hooking around Cass’s hips. He didn’t even care about the paint everywhere, not when he wanted Cass this badly. He moaned when Cass slid his tongue into his mouth, and the rush of desire coursing through him was instant.
They’d been intimate in several ways over the past few weeks, though one, in particular, had been absent.
Cass still wanted to wait to make love.
LA had been plenty satisfied with the rest of Cass’s incredible talents—his tongue and tail were amazing—and he hadn’t wanted to pressure Cass into taking that big step until he was ready.
Even if LA felt really,reallyready right now.
Cass’s cock was out and pressing against LA’s groin, prompting LA to grind forward. “Mmm, Cass.”
“Elly.” Cass gazed down at LA with a shy little smile.
“What is it?” LA touched Cass’s paint-streaked cheek. “Guess we need a shower, huh? We can both cram in there, right? Or we—”
“I want you,” Cass said softly. “Now.”
LA’s dick was an immediate fan of that idea, and his body clenched around nothing. His mouth watered and he tried to use the right brain to speak. “Cassie, are you sure?”
“Yes,” Cass insisted. “I want you more than anything. I don’t want to wait another second.”
“Then don’t.” LA dragged Cass into a fierce kiss, thrusting his tongue into his mouth. He reached down to untie his pants so he could try to wiggle out of them.
Cass growled, his claws tearing the fabric out of his way.
LA yelped in delight and then laughed. “Wow. You really don’t wanna wait, huh?”
“Nope.” Cass grinned.
“Wait, shouldn’t we—” LA was going to ask if they needed to clean up considering they were both still covered in paint, but then Cass’s big head was between his legs and his tongue lapped greedily over his hole.
Didn’t seem to matter much anymore.
Cass licked and snarled, the tip of his tongue already pressing inside.
LA groaned, grabbing Cass’s horns. He loved the slippery wet sensation of that firm muscle working its way in and stretchinghim open. The stretch was always so sweet and hot, and he let his head fall back with another needy moan.
Cass gently lifted LA’s legs up onto his shoulders. They’d done this enough that he knew this was one of the more comfortable positions for LA, and he kept his head firmly wedged in place as he thrust his tongue deeper and faster.
“Fuck, yup, there, there, there we go, that’s it—!” LA chanted eagerly, squeezing Cass’s horns as he slowly rode his face. It was difficult to get leverage like this and he didn’t want to hurt himself either, but fuck, it just felt so damn good.
Cass grunted, shifting one of his paws to support LA’s lower back. He urged him to move, but no faster than he already was. He brought LA forward to meet the growing slams of his tongue and then he curled it, giving LA’s thighs a firm squeeze.
“Cass! Mmm, fuck.” LA grunted and gave Cass’s horns a firm tug. He could feel how open and wet he was, and he wanted more than just Cass’s tongue. “Come on.”
Cass grunted inquisitively, his bright eyes peering down at Cass.
“I want you,” LA pleaded. “I’m ready, baby. Please.”
Cass pulled his tongue out. “All right, Elly.” He shifted LA’s legs so they were both over the same shoulder. “Is this all right?”
“Yeah.” LA smiled, touched that Cass was always so concerned with making sure he wasn’t in any pain. He reached for Cass to urge him closer so they could kiss. “It’s fucking perfect.”
