<blockquote>"I don't want to go too fast for you, either, Case'sla," he said softly, his hand floating away from where they'd gripped Cay's thighs. He pressed closer to kiss him softly on the cheek. And that was when he somehow sensed Cayson's growing need for him. It was a startling, unsettling, and immensely encouraging moment for the acid-eyed rockstar, and he found himself setting aside his own petty misgivings. He turned back to the task at hand and tilted his head, stroking his hand down the length of the orange arden's back and kissing the hollow of his throat. "If anything I do makes you feel... uncomfortable or anything, please tell me? I don't want to hurt you." His hand snaked downwards to stroke a circle around the head of Cay's striped penis, and he bent over momenterily to lick it before straightening up again. A choked, muffled whisper of sound gritted its way through a shut-tight muzzle, a sound of effort, of suppressed need and building longing, as he restlessly shifted his hind legs, his tail tautening and swaying stiffly. There was a strange and sultry heat growing in his loins. It pulsed. It throbbed. Faintly, so faintly, like the herald of faraway thunder. Blindly, he answered it.</blockquote>
Cayson was struck with a feeling of déjà vu. I don't want to hurt you. It was that particular line of Requiem's. It wasn't necessarily a bad feeling. There was just a sort of familiarity as the two lovers looked after their best interests – each other. “I don't want to hurt you either," Case purred. If Cayson was feeling shy or uncomfortable, he certainly wasn't showing it. It was almost as if all those mildly negative feelings had been eclipsed by the mere presence of Requiem. Cayson wanted only the best for him. For both of them. “Oh, Crow," came Cayson's voice in a whisper as he suddenly felt a brief, warm wetness upon his penis. Upon hearing a muffled sound coming from Requiem, Cay caught the rock star by his waist and pulled him back onto his lap. “Honestly... I'm not even sure why I lent you my clothes to begin with. I think I could have warmed you up just as well – if not better." With that said, Cayson let his right hand slip up Requiem's shirt and gifted him with a choice selection of hot kisses. The fur underneath the shirt was still damp, but quite warm. Cay's left hand rubbed at Requiem's groin, causing friction between the layers of fabric. Teasingly, his thumb purposely fumbled upon the button that held the pants shut.
<blockquote>There were no gods to pray to for Requiem. None. Cayson was his only deity. And his prayer, his only prayer, though stuttered and broken, was answered. Dimly he realized he was growling, a long, low rumble in fervent homage to the pleasure that had been, the pleasure that was, and the pleasure that was to come. His skin was burning orange, begging an invitation to be touched. The warm intoxication of his fingers brimmed with liquid heat, a silky, compelling prod that stroked the flames burning from heart to mind to stomach to somewhere untouched. Foreign. He loved him. He would have died for him, would have leaped the moons for him if he'd asked him to. “Ah, Cay’sla, love, it doesn’t matter now," he said feverishly, letting Cay undo his pants. He squirmed out of them and pulled off his shirt, too, before pulling off Cayson’s in turn and straddling his hips. "Thank you..." A whisper in the flames. For what? For his presence, perhaps. For the trust that he had bestowed upon him, the lessons he had already taught him, the life he had given him. For the blood in his veins that ran like wildfire. For... everything.</blockquote>
“And I thank you..." Cayson smiled demurely at Requiem, feigning coyness. He simply couldn't seem to get over just how much he loved this boy. It was like some sort of cliche. Some sort of storybook beginning that started off with love at first sight. If such a thing even existed. Still, ever since they had first met Cayson had been burning, aching, longing for Requiem. When they were apart, Cay was always glued to his phone... sending messages and the like. It was surprising that Requiem hadn't been turned off by his seemingly incessant need. Not want. Need. Now that the two of them were successfully naked, Cayson felt the strongest desire to explore. To touch, to stroke, to pet every inch of Requiem's body. Cay pulled Requiem close to him so that their chests were touching. He could feel the rock star's burning heat. Just about taste his scent in his mouth. It was just enough to nearly drive him wild. With a rumbling purr, Cayson hotly kissed the corner of Requiem's mouth before letting his tongue run out and teasing lick the arden's cheek.
<blockquote> Breathtaking, earthshaking Cayson. He dragged his muzzle over him and, growling with the muted warcry of a predator's sultry purr, trailed delicate nibbles all the way down the length of his penis, beginning at the tip and ending at the base. There he lingered, his tongue brushing the flesh there, light flickers of taste and touch teasing the hot, wet fur and flesh that awaited touch of breath and tongue. Shuddering, he parted his powerful jaws and let his breath pour over him, dragging his tongue over Cay finally in a sleek overture of delicacy. The scent of him was clouding his senses delightfully, the taste of his ambrosia upon his unworthy tongue, and the intonation of his desire, a growl-brushed whine, was tearing him ap - "CaysonÂ…" His protest was swallowed, lost in a quiver that shook him to the core, voice reaching out and scorching the air with another wavering growl of perfect desire. Desperately, almost frantically, he buried his muzzle against his throat, tongue washing over him in long, slow strokes, swirling about his fur, whispering spiced murmurs along his flesh. His fangs were delicately set to the task of nibbling, his nose to the task of drowning in his scent. In a thick, husky tenor, a voice so drenched in need that he would not have recognized it as his own, he spoke, words muffled against the luxury of his pelt. "Oh, you're so beautiful." </blockquote>
Cayson's breath came in short, gasping drawls. He felt completely helpless. Requiem's physical presence as well as the tantalizing touch of his tongue were having rather equally pleasing effects on him. “Crow'ni," he purred deeply as Requiem buried his muzzle into his throat. Cayson gripped Requiem's sides as he dug his fingers deep into the other arden's fur. He wanted him. So much so that the want was slowly but surely turning into need. Every one of Requiem's touches and nibbles were only serving to intensify his senses. A touch. A jolt. A rush of hormones and other such chaotic chemical activity. Cayson slid his right hand down between Requiem's legs. He snaked his fingers around Requiem's thighs, gently playing at the fur there before teasingly cupping his lover's balls in his hands as he started to stroke them. “Mm," he murmured, “speak for yourself, love. Beauty, beautiful... you're a special kind of beauty. Exquisite. I want no one else but you."
<blockquote> If Cayson was close to Fromina, Requiem was just as near, the two of them parallel walking towards the spiraling ascent that ecstasy offered. Even as his greedily seeking tongue parted the slick, sultry way, his lower half began to shift and writhe. The half-Yki was trembling from nose to quivering tail, from the very tips of his ears to his talon-capped toes. His legs parted further for Cay’s hands as he cupped his testicles. The touch of his fingers dragging roughly across them sent a tremor ripping through his body as he jerked and convulsed in response to his tender ministrations. He smiled warmly at his lover’s words and kissed him deeply, holding him with both hands at his hips. "Are – are you… um, ready?" he asked sheepishly. </blockquote>
Cayson flipped his bangs out of his eyes so that he could look more clearly at Requiem. His own blue-green eyes complimenting Requiem's acid green ones perfectly. He could feel his lover's body trembling. Cay fancied that he could almost taste Requiem's emotion: so thick, so strong. Like some sort of toxic drink topped off with a fancy umbrella stirring stick. The type of poison that Cayson would blindly gulp down, regardless of circumstances. A single white tip finger trailed up the base of Requiem's penis, moving delicately, his motions more so teasing than hesitant. The arden grinned in response to Requiem's question.“Are you?" Cayson purred as his voice took on a lower seductive note.
<blockquote> ooc. OH FUCK THIS IS HORRIBLE. ;____; ic. "Are you?" He kept a bottle of lube in his bag - how long had that been there? - and took it out, unscrewed the cap, and squeezed it onto the slender, almost feminine fingers of his right hand. Gently, ever so gently, he pushed his fingers into the other boyÂ’s tight entrance. Finding it yielding enough to allow two, he pulled them out before positioning himself behind Cayson, and gently slipped into him. He sent soft kisses down his nape and breathed him in, licking his ears and jawline.</blockquote>
Despite Cayson's bold and teasing front, he was actually a small tingle of hesitation moving around deep within his gut. He was at a loss as to where exactly it has come from. He knew that he could trust Requiem, hell, if he couldn't trust Requiem, he couldn't trust anyone. In the pregnant moment that followed, Cayson could feel Requiem's hands, then his fingers, and then finally his penis as he slipped in behind him. Cay's mouth formed a small o as he gasped gently. “Quiem'ni, darling, ahh..." Cay leaned forward onto the couch, being careful not to disturb the oblivious cessi. “Have I told you recently just how perfect I think you are?"
<blockquote>Requiem gasped, his body convulsing, contracting. He shattered within, throwing up his handsomely-chiseled head in rapt surprise and abrupt attention, lips peeling back from teeth as his breath hissed into the air with pleasurable alarum. A statue of himself. A monument of passion. An altar, complete with the willing sacrifice of himself, in Cayson's name. The fire he had birthed within him had flared almost painfully, erupted into an inferno so potent it left him weakened, poised in a tortured, begging statue of blissful cessation. Hissing, panting, breath coming short, groans of pleasure from a mouth parted in ecstasy. The breath he'd managed to salvage was spent on a groan that seemed never to end, a low and rumbling howl that undulated and wavered from moment to moment. "Mmm," he murmured, grinning as he settled into a steady rhythm. "Not today, dearheart."
“Well you are," Cay murmured with a backward curl of his tongue. “Perfect in every way." Cayson rocked his hips along with Requiem, finding it pervertedly amusing that the cessi was sleeping oblivious just several feet away. Juxtaposed as they were. Cayson's left hand was playing along the length of his own penis as his right hand reached around to grip at Requiem's right haunch, digging his nails in lightly as he did so.
<blockquote>Though his attentions were focused wholly on Cay’s pleasure, Requiem was not oblivious to his own, and could not help a cry of startled arousal as the other arden rocked his hips backwards. Biting his lower lip, he choked on each stuttering, hastily indrawn breath, tautened muscles jerking in a convulsive shudder at every thrust. Whimpers and whines, pleas and curses — he couldn’t keep them under control. His hand covered Cay's, stroking his striped penis in time with his pelvic movements. Teetering just on the edge of a hard, fast climax, the acid-eyed male began to pant, his heartbeat racing as air became harder and harder to pull into his lungs. "Case'sla, my dearheart," he whispered huskily, burying his muzzle into the side of his face. "I love you. And you are absolutely fabulous."</blockquote>
“Nn..." Cayson murmured. He felt as if he had been completely ignited in flames – the burning sensation was everywhere. A simple glance would have told him that his usually flame-less tail had ignited and was burning a deep crimson. However, a single solitary glance couldn't be spared at that moment. Each and every second was precious. When Requiem placed his hand over top of his own, the arden nearly lost it. “Shit. By Fronna, by all the damned gods." Cayson's words came out in a breathless rush. “I love you, 'Quiem. Just... don't you dare stop. If you stop, I'll have to..." Cayson fell into silence. His mind was trying to grasp at the right word, yet was unable to find it.
His long, elegant ears had flattened as he'd entered Cayson. Now they sprang daringly forward as RequiemÂ’s hackles and rippled like wildfire down the perfect curvature of shoulders, spine, and rump. Even his sparsely-furred tail puffed out like a catÂ’s, lashing like a live wire this way and that to prove his pleasure. And he reached up to nibble the base of one of Cay's thickly-furred ears, using teeth and tongue with all the skill and delicacy of a hunting wildcat. Hot, spiced breath spilled from his parted muzzle as he caught the tip in his warm, wet mouth, tugging at it gently, wickedly before letting it leap free of those deadly jaws. And the end. The orgasm came as he held onto Cay, one arm wrapped around his chest, the other hand around his member - oh gods oh gods oh gods, by fucking Fromina, Cay - he thought. He choked on his name and never looked back.
"Ah... Ah." Cayson's voice faltered completely now. He felt as if he was being strangled, yet their was something highly euphoric about it. Requiem's small nibbles, his ever haunting touches, were driving Cayson further and further into certain oblivion. It was only his resolve that was holding him back now; despite his sometimes flighty frame of mind, Cay was actually rather strong willed. A trait he no doubt inherited from the maternal side of his family. Cayson's blue striped tail wrapped itself tightly around Requiem's right leg, his flame burning ever brighter, yet still producing no heat at all. It was around then that his soul mate orgasmed. Cay felt Quiem's body spasm and jerk. It was the only signal that Case required in order to let himself go, holding it in any longer would have been painful. He let himself ejaculate, semen dribbling over both his and Requiem's hands. "What," Cay began, his voice thick and heavy, "did I ever do in this life to deserve you?"
<blockquote>Chrono-synclastic infundibula. The place where everything fit together perfectly - it was right here, his arms around Cay, cardiovascular metronome slowing from pure ecstasy, excessively kohl-painted eyelids trembling. He brought a semen-soaked finger to his mouth, and methodically, licked Cay's come off each of his finger tips before placing a soft kiss between the orange boy's collarbone and throat. "What did I ever do in this life to deserve you?" "You loved me, Cayson'sla," he breathed huskily, "and that's all we ever need."</blockquote>
