Cass purred and the air filled with bubbles.
LA blinked. “I can’t tell if that’s a yes or a—”
Cass promptly smothered his face in LA’s ass.
“Ah fuck!” LA yelped, grabbing the couch as Cass’s tongue went to town on his hole. He laughed breathlessly, the sensation tickling in a way that made him squirm. He took a deep breath to relax, breathing through the overwhelming feeling, and then groaned as the tip of Cass’s tongue pressed inside.
Cass firmly spread LA’s cheeks as he steadily worked himself in deeper, his claws lightly pricking LA’s flesh. There was a slight stretch, but Cass was so patient that LA didn’t feel any discomfort. The rough texture of Cass’s tongue was a welcome one, adding another level of pleasure that LA instantly wanted more of.
He’d loved it on his dick too, but his insides seemed even more sensitive, and LA moaned loudly, making sure Cass knew how much he was enjoying this. The whole of Cass’s tongue was thick beyond its pointed tip, on par with the average cock, but it won extra points for how it could move.
Cass licked around LA’s inner walls, easily twisting this way and that and swirling at the most impossible and ecstasy inducing angles.
LA’s toes curled and he clung to the couch, crying out when Cass’s tongue found his prostate. He’d never been particularly sensitive there or experienced an orgasm from this type of stimulation alone, butfuckif Cass wasn’t trying to make a believer out of him.
It might have been the gentle press of Cass’s tongue or the way it seemed toswellas it thrust so precisely.
LA could feel a deep ache building inside of him, the tease of something wonderful, and he tried to focus on it before it slipped away. He quieted down as he tensed, trying to will it to happen, but then it was gone. He grunted in frustration, somehow too sensitive and yet still in need of more stimulation.
Cass growled softly, a sound that perhaps was meant to be reassuring. He squeezed LA’s hips as he shifted his position, and LA heard the coffee table creak from a new influx of weight.
LA distantly realized that Cass was sitting on the coffee table now, but his brain didn’t register much beyond that. He was far too focused on trying to come again, grinding back on Cass’s face as he tried to get more ofwhateverit was he needed.
Cass redoubled his efforts, thrusting harder and faster. He purred enthusiastically, the vibrations carrying through to where he was pounding his tongue into LA’s body.
Each fierce slam punched a cry out from the back of LA’s throat, a choked sound of bliss that grew increasingly more frantic. The need for release was dizzying, his skin overheated and prickled with sweat, but he still couldn’t get himself there. Just having come before this probably wasn’t helping, and neither was being so unfamiliar with whatever magic Cass was doing with his tongue, but damn if LA didn’t want to come one more time.
Fuck it.
He grabbed his cock, marveling at the precome that had already accumulated at the slit. He rubbed it down his shaftbefore stroking firmly. The result was an instant surge of pressure that was going to bring him off in seconds. “Fuck, close. I’m close, so fucking close, fuck! There—!”
His climax came in heavy shudders, his cock spilling over his fingers as he thrust into nothing. Cass’s tongue was still pushing against the wonderful place inside of him and it seemed to drag each shudder longer and longer. LA was trembling by the time he was spent, breathing out sobs into the couch as he all but collapsed.
Cass slid out his tongue so he could press a sweet little kiss to LA’s hip. “Oh, Elly. Sweetheart. The sounds you make… They’re like music. I could listen to you for hours.”
“Uh-huh.” LA panted haggardly.
Cass rubbed LA’s side. “Are you all right? That wasn’t too much?”
“Nope. Great. One sec.”
Cass hummed curiously. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Uh-huh.” LA swept his hand over his damp forehead and into his equally sweaty hair. “Need a cigarette after that.”
“Huh.” Cass chirped. “You don’t smoke, do you?”
“Nope. You’re just that good.” LA grinned, looking blearily back at Cass.
“Thank you, Elly. I must say, you are that good too.”
“I didn’t do anything.” LA laughed weakly, glancing down at the coffee table where Cass was seated. “I just…”
Wait.
Oh no.
“Elly?” Cass frowned worriedly. He tracked LA’s gaze and then cringed in horror. “Ohno!”
