“Yeah, but—shit!” LA grunted as Cass picked him up and gently deposited him on the counter.
“Is that all right?” Cass tilted his head. “Did I hurt you?”
“No. This is fine.” LA urged Cass closer so he was slotted between his legs. He draped his arms over Cass’s shoulders and leaned their foreheads together. “This is good.”
Cass rubbed LA’s back. “I liked baking with you. Watching the movies.”
“Even the scary one?”
“Yes. I also liked snuggling with you.” Cass smiled shyly, purring as he kissed LA’s cheek. “And… kissing you.”
“Are you sure?” LA smirked.
“What?”
“Are you sure you liked it?” LA glanced over Cass’s lips. “I mean, I could use a few more. Just so that we’re both sure about this.”
Cass narrowed his eyes. “I know what you’re doing.”
“Yeah?” LA tilted his head in.
“It won’t work.”
LA kissed Cass’s cheek, the curve of his jaw, and then hovered over his mouth. “Oh, I think it will.”
Cass’s purring grew louder. “I suppose you’re welcome to try.”
LA grinned and kissed Cass eagerly.
It was just as perfect as before, sweet and hot, and LA curled his legs around Cass’s hips to keep him close. He loved touching Cass’s fur, and he wanted more of his long tongue, licking into his mouth to urge it back out.
Cass replied by twirling his tonguearoundLA’s with a happy little snarl.
Holy shit.
LA moaned and kissed Cass more passionately, rolling his body forward as much as he could. It tugged on his back, but he ignored it in favor of seeking more of a connection. He used his heels to draw Cass in, gasping as Cass pressed right up against him.
Cass was big, warm, and LA couldn’t even wrap his legs all the way around him. He hugged his neck instead, feeling over his fur and horns as they continued to make out.
LA was already getting hard—how could he not?
Cass shifted his paws to squeeze LA’s hips, grinding his own forward with a loud growl.
LA didn’t know what turned him on more, the growl or the possessive grip, but he definitely wanted more. He dragged his fingers through the thick mane of fur around Cass’s neck, raking upward to hold the back of his head as he grinded against him.
This was going slow.
Totally.
Just a heated make out session in the kitchen.
That was it.
So very, very heated.
LA gasped as Cass pushed his shirt up to caress bare skin, and LA arched forward more purposefully. His cock was trapped in the leg of his pants, and he tilted his body to focus his rutting there. Something big and thick coiled around his waist and he gasped, looking down to find it was Cass’s tail.
White-hot desire rippled through LA’s loins and he shuddered, clinging to Cass even tighter. He wanted to increase the building pressure, seizing Cass’s lips in another fierce kiss. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d made out like this, especially stone-cold sober, and he found himself absolutely starved for every little bit of affection Cass would give him.
