“Oh my God, Vee, that’s so—”
I broke off, not even having words for how fucking good it felt.
“I know,” he groaned. “You’re so tight, Nate. So hot and tight around my cock.”
“Not fair, baby,” I mewled in my dying kitten voice again. “Misconduct!”
Vee pulled an inch or two out of my ass. “Yeah?” He arched a feathery eyebrow at me. “You’re gonna bench me for ten minutes?”
“No!” I yelled at him. That wasn’t better than the cat. “No, but seriously, Vee, you can’t say stuff like tha—Nng.”
He ground his dick back inside me. I arched off the bed and plastered my chest to his.
Vee wrapped his arm around my back. His other hand fisted my hair. He used it to guide my mouth back on his.
Trapped against Vee’s plumage, my dick leaked more than ever. My sensitive underside slid up and down the precum-drenched feathers that covered his abs. It was. So. Fucking. Good.
“Vee,” I gasped. “I’m so close.”
He cooed. “Let go for me, Frat Boy. I want you to come all over us.”
Fuuuck.
I didn’t have a chance. The pleasure lurking at the base of my spine boiled over. It blinded me for a moment as I went over the edge. And I didn’t fall, I fucking soared and drenched us both in my cum.
Once I’d come down from my high, I collapsed back on the mattress, sweaty and exhausted.
Vee gazed at me as if he’d never seen anything as beautiful as me having an orgasm.
Then something in him snapped. With one final deep thrust, he buried himself inside me. He hid his face in my neck and groaned as if his orgasm caused him pain.
I hugged him and brought him down on top of me. He was bulky and strong, but so was I.
I can take it.
“Vee, baby, shh.” I stroked the sweaty feathers at his back and muttered under my breath. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”
It took him a while to settle down, and then he realised that his full weight rested on me.
“Sorry, I’m crushing you.” Vee tried to scramble up, but I stopped him with my legs hooked around his hips.
“Nah, stay there for a bit. I love how you feel on top of me.”
Vee stilled. “I thinkthatcounts as misconduct, Frat Boy.” He kissed my neck and gently bucked his hips against me. His dick wasn’t exactly hard anymore, but it wasn’t limp either.
“The lymph takes more time to drain,” Vee explained like he’d heard my thoughts.
“Lymph? Not blood?”
“Nope. Birds, eh?” He propped himself up to give me a shy smile.
“I don’t care what makes you hard.” I shot him a wink. “You felt so fucking good inside me. Massive, though,” I added as an afterthought.
“Thank the gods you’re a big boy, then.” His smile went from unsure to cocky.
Oh, you pretty thing…
“Yeah.” I bit my lip and got exactly what I wanted.
