“Yes.”
Kefir glanced at his master out of the corner of his eye.Ellery did sound very pleased with him.Success rushed through Kefir as he lapped faster, scooping up the rich, creamy milk with his tongue and quickly swallowing it all down.The liquid was cool; it soothed a throat left sore by purrs and pleasure.
“Private property?”the man asked.
“Of course.”
The man sat down.“Figures—damn near all the good ones are these days.”
As Ellery and the other man talked, Ellery continued to tilt the saucer at different angles.Kefir found he had to keep all his attention on the bowl to ensure none escaped.He didn’t dare look up until the last of what he’d been offered was gone and the saucer licked clean.
When Ellery set the empty bowl down on the table, Kefir was free to look up.Licking his lips to make sure none of the milk lingered there, Kefir studied Ellery’s friend, his curiosity thoroughly piqued.
Mr Green, the waiter had called him.He was wearing leather, too.Just like Ellery, his clothes seemed to conceal everything apart from those bits of him Kefir had been led to believe humans liked to keep covered in the presence of strangers.
Kefir tilted his head slightly to one side as he studied him.Mr Green smiled back at him as he ran his eyes over his body in return.
“How far along is his training?”
Ellery’s fingers stroked up and down Kefir’s spine in a casual, comforting rhythm.“Just beginning.”
“Complete novice?”Mr Green asked.
Ellery nodded.
“Lucky sod.”
“Yes, I am.”Ellery met Kefir’s eyes as he said it.
It was all very well to know how important it was to respect human’s traditions, but Kefir couldn’t help but think, just in the privacy of his own head, that humans were very strange creatures.
As the conversation went on and Kefir found himself even less able to follow their meanings, he abandoned any attempt to listen in on anything they said.Snuggling into his master’s side, he rubbed his head against his shoulder in an effort to find a comfortable position to rest.Ellery shifted slightly in his seat to accommodate him, but Kefir still couldn’t quite settle.
Sliding down his master’s body, Kefir let his cheek brush against the dark hairs that decorated Ellery’s chest, until he found himself following another trail of hairs that led down his abs and straight to his cock.The plug shifted inside Kefir as he leaned forward.His sore backside rubbed against the inside of his shorts.His cock protested against the tight confinement.But none of that mattered when Kefir’s instincts were screaming at him more loudly than any sensation ever could.
Kefir looked from Ellery’s face to his erection and back again.Thoroughly absorbed in his conversation, Ellery didn’t seem to have any attention left to spare for him.
Unable to resist the temptation, Kefir leaned forward and lapped gently at Ellery’s cock.Ellery’s hand had been resting high up on Kefir’s back; now, it slid up to the back of his head and encouraged him forward, never once faltering in the story he was recounting to his friend.
Permission to play granted, Kefir sucked the tip of Ellery’s dick into his mouth.Sealing his lips tightly around the thick length, he began to dip his head lower and take him deeper with each movement.The hand on the back of his head welcomed him there, but there was no pressure behind it.Ellery seemed willing to let him do as he pleased.
Pulling back, Kefir allowed the head of Ellery’s cock to slip from between his lips for a moment.Licking his way down the length of Ellery’s dick, he reached his balls.Placing a kiss against them, Ellery slowly started to explore them with his lips and tongue, sucking them into his mouth in turn and swirling his tongue around them, lapping up every trace of Ellery’s taste that he could find among the neatly trimmed hairs.
Ellery’s scent changed as Kefir’s mouth played.His mind might have been on bikes and club politics, but the pleasure in his scent—that all belonged to Kefir.Pet or master, Ellery belonged to him.Kefir mewed his joy at that as he turned his attention back to suckling around Ellery’s dick.
Salt spilled onto his tongue, hot and more-ish, and he flicked his tongue quickly against the head of Ellery’s cock, trying to coax more of it into his mouth.As tension built in Ellery’s muscles, Kefir knew he wanted to come.And it wasn’t in Kefir to deny his master anything he might ever want.
Taking him deeper still, Kefir let Ellery’s erection nudge against the back of his throat while he stroked his tongue against the vein on the underside of Ellery’s dick in just the way he knew Ellery liked so much.A little rock of the hips, and Ellery spilled into his mouth, filling him with the pure, unadulterated taste of his master.
Swallowing rapidly, Kefir took everything Ellery could give him eagerly.Eventually, there was nothing more to receive.He reluctantly let Ellery’s softening dick slip from between his lips and dropped his head back to rest idly in Ellery’s lap, with just a few more licks to finish everything off.
His master was right there, pleased with him and petting him as he went back to his conversation.His own body was full of contentment, and his mouth full of his master’s taste.Sleepy now, he curled in closer to his master’s body, and he felt Ellery welcome him there without any hint of reservation.
Kefir smiled quietly to himself.Perhaps the club wasn’t so bad after all.Not quite as good as being in the middle of the pride obviously, but very nice in its own way.All he had to do now was find a way to make his master as happy at the den as he was at the club.
Chapter Thirteen
Kefir glanced over his shoulder as the skin on the back of his neck prickled, warning him that he was being observed.His first thought was that Ellery might have somehow found a way to come home to see him in the middle of the day.
