Being held with such care and reverence while absolutely covered in paint?
Yeah.
It was perfect.
Cass kissed him sweetly, one of his paws moving so he could guide the head of his cock to LA’s hole. “We can go slow, and I don’t expect you to take all of me—”
“I want it,” LA insisted. “I want you. All of you.”
Cass smiled. “Then all of me you shall have. Butslowly.”
“Cass—”
“Slowly.” Cass smirked. “I know you are eager, but I do not wish to hurt you, Elly.”
“Okay. Fine.” LA rolled his eyes dramatically, though he was smiling. “Let’s go. Slowly then.” He gasped as Cass finally pushed inside, and the new stretch of penetration was intense. Even just the head of Cass’s cock was so much thicker than his tongue, and LA shuddered, his toes curling in the air.
“All right?” Cass studied LA’s face.
“Good,” LA promised. “Please don’t stop.”
Cass purred softly and shifted his hips, thrusting a little.
LA inhaled sharply, savoring the friction and how gently Cass held him. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to stay in this position, but he loved how close they were. Cass’s fur was so soft and warm, and the little pricks of his claws let LA know just how excited he was.
Usually, Cass would keep them retracted, but right now he was so worked up that they kept slipping out. His eyes glowed as they focused on LA to track every expression and twitch. “Are you sure you’re all right, sweetheart?”
“Good.” LA pressed a deep kiss to Cass’s lips. “I’ll tell you if I can’t take it, okay? I will, I swear.” He moaned as a firm thrust pushed a few more inches in. He could tell they hadn’t reached Cass’s ridges yet, and the mere thought of having those inside of him sent a shiver up his spine.
He pushed his hips down, stubbornly grinding to take on more.
He wanted all of it, every last inch.
“Elly!” Cass gasped sharply. “Mmm, careful.”
“I am!” LA grunted and moaned as the first ridge popped inside of him. He moaned even louder when Cass’s cock vibrated. “Fuck, so very careful!”
Cass whimpered, sliding his arms beneath LA to cradle him against his chest. “Oh, Elly. You feel perfect. So damn perfect.”
“So do you.” LA hooked his arms around Cass’s neck and continued to rock his hips. He met Cass for each thrust, and the ridges catching around his hole and then slipping in was beyond incredible. He was full and aching deep inside, and he couldn’t believe how good the ridges felt rubbing against his inner walls.
Still, while the pleasure was intense, LA’s back was quick to alert him that he needed to change positions.
LA groaned, patting Cass’s hip. “Need to move.”
“What’s wrong?” Cass stopped immediately. “Your back?”
“Yeah, just gotta change positions.” LA gasped, squirming as Cass pulled out. He reached down to touch himself and traced his rim, marveling at how open and soft he was. “F-fuck.”
Cass leaned back to give LA room. “How do you want me, hmm? What is going to be comfortable?”
LA grinned as he rolled over onto his side so he could push up on his hands and knees. He turned to offer his ass to Cass, the canvas crunching a bit as he crawled over it. “Just like this.”
Cass squeaked and then glanced at the picture of Alan Tudyk staring up at him. He turned it over. “Shhh, don’t look, Alan. He’s mine.”
LA laughed, looking back at Cass over his shoulder. “Hey, he can look if he wants!”
“Nuh-uh.” Cass giggled as he pressed in behind LA and slid his paws over LA’s hips. “My boyfriend. He can go get his own.”
