“Let’s pretend we did.” LA nuzzled under Cass’s jaw, grinding upward insistently.
Cass squeaked. “Okay, we’ll do that. But, but let’s at least order!”
“What do you want?” LA fumbled around for his phone. “You pick, remember?”
“Uh, uh, uh.” Cass blinked. “Food.”
“That is not helpful.”
“Italian!”
“Okay, better.” LA thumbed over to a food ordering app. “What do you want?”
“Are you sure you want to pay? I eat a lot of—”
“What do youwant?” LA punctuated the question with another roll of his hips.
“Mmph. Uh, four chicken parmesans, two baked zitis, and, and a side of garlic bread.”
LA punched in the order as fast as he could, adding an extra ziti and another order of garlic bread for himself. He rushed through checkout, and the moment the order was confirmed, he threw his phone back on the ground. He kissed Cass with a frantic moan, easily recapturing the earlier passion.
Cass kissed him back and held him close, his wings flapping.
“Here, I want to…” LA grunted as he grabbed at his shirt. “This. Off.”
Cass grabbed it and yanked up, but the material was instantly shredded between his claws. “Oh! Shit! I’m so sorry—!”
“Fuck yes. Don’t be sorry. Come on,” LA pleaded. “Rip it all off me.”
Cass squeaked, pulling back with wide eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Yes!” LA groaned impatiently. “You can fix it later, right? So, tear it off. Let’s go!”
“Oh, all right!” Cass snatched away the rest of LA’s shirt with two quick swipes. He bowed his head to smother LA’s chest with eager little kisses.
“Mm fuck. There we go.” LA groaned happily and arched into Cass’s hot mouth. “Just like that, Cassie. Fuck, that’s it.”
Cass swiped his tongue over LA’s nipple, glancing up as if to gauge his reaction.
“That’s good,” LA urged. “Go on.”
Cass licked LA’s nipple again, swirling the tip around until it became hard. He sucked on it gently, adding more pressure until LA was panting and gasping. His big paws settled on LA’s hips, holding him tight as he switched to lavish LA’s other nipple with equal attention.
LA mewled and tried to buck, but Cass’s tight grip wouldn’t allow it. He whimpered and grabbed Cass’s horns, giving him a firm tug. “Mmm, Cass, please.”
“Please what?” Cass asked, his voice hoarse and eyes bright.
“Please, I need…” LA wiggled insistently.
“Tell me.” Cass smiled, his long tongue flicking out over LA’s chest.
“I want your mouth. On me.” LA swallowed hard. “Please.”
Cass growled in reply, slipping off the couch to his knees as he went for LA’s pants. He tore at the elastic as he peeled them off in one quick yank, and LA’s hard cock bounced up against his stomach as it was freed. “Elly.” He sighed adoringly. “You are gorgeous.”
“So are you. God, so are you.” LA stretched out across the couch, grabbing his dick and stroking it. He squeezed the base and aimed himself toward Cass’s lips as Cass bowed his head.
Cass licked around the tip and down the shaft, sliding a big paw across LA’s thigh.
