bakerstreet | cuddle meme .

Shiro's eyes widen as Felih draws back. Then they flicker closed and he stuffs the knuckles of his right hand into his mouth to try in vain to stifle an obscenely pleased moan. He could swear that, moving so slowly, he can feel every barb, every wrinkle of his body. It's amazing. Overstimulation at its finest. For a moment he is dead certain that he's going to come apart on this single stroke. Stamina indeed.

But he holds together - mainly because Felih doesn't pull all the way back. The next thrust is still so gentle and so slow, and as much as he appreciates it in the abstract, Shiro can't help whimpering needily. Here and now he wants more. Faster. Harder. "You're holding back. Want to be plowed, Felih. Want to feel you for days. Want to drip with you. I trust you - God I trust you so much. Need you."

His cock jerks between them, straining, and squeezes a dollop of pre onto his stomach. More than before - something he shouldn't be able to do yet - but there it is. Each time Felih retreats, it's easier to press back in. Only a little less tight after the first one, but slicker. So much slicker. It's beginning to coat Shiro's rim and by half a dozen thrusts it will be enough to consider dripping down his ass.

Felih purrs and nuzzles at him more, ears twitching as he hears the stifled sounds Shiro is making, knowing that he's enjoying himself, getting overwhelmed by the pleasure he's giving him. It encourages him, keeps him rocking his hips steadily, panting as he tries to resist going too quickly. But Shiro is pleading for him, tempting him, so tight around him- and when he feels his mate's cock jerk against his belly, he lowers a hand between them to take the shaft and stroke him slowly.

"You really want me, then, want me ramming into you and filling you, making it so the only thing you feel is me digging deep, stretching you and sating that need?" He's purring and growling now, letting his strokes lengthen, drawing back to the very head of his cock before he pushes back in, letting Shiro have the full length dragging along his walls and then pushing in again. "Then you'll have it- I'll ram into you until you can't think straight, give you all you need..."

He's speeding up now, the full strokes taking on a quicker rut as he lets his hips circle and roll more freely. He's finally giving in to that primal instinct to just seed a partner, thoroughly fill them- "Twelve, I'm going to flood you, pour in every drop, make you mine-" he growls, suddenly letting his hips snap forward and ram into him. Gods, Shiro's getting so easy to slam into- how is-? But he doesn't care because it just makes it so much easier for him to thrust, that slickness easing his every move. "I'm going to ream you- make you remember my shape, the way I rut and fill you, make you scream-" And gods, is Shiro's deep voice moaning and crying out for him so lovely.

Shiro spasms as Felih strokes him. More pre spills down over Felih's fingers as a low, breathless, helpless noise jerks from Shiro's chest. Fingers human and mechanical dig into the cushions and blankets desperately.

He's lost the power of speech amid the thrusts that seem engineered to fire his every nerve simultaneously. He can feel everything - from the way Felih is so careful with his claws to the barest brush of Felih's tail over the back of his calf to the point of Felih's cock tapping his diaphragm, to, he could swear, every individual fiber in their nest.

Shiro's legs tighten around Felih's waist as his eyes threaten to roll back. He can feel it coming. The slow build, like the hum of railway tracks as the train grows nearer. It gets quieter and quieter in his head, despite the sounds he must be making, the pressure building, the heavy electric weight before the first lightning strike. And just as inevitable.

He hangs there for an untold number of moments, unaware of time, or place, or anything that is not associated with the movements shaking him, when suddenly, shocking to him, the dam breaks.

Shiro shatters. He curls forward up off the nest materials with an inaudible cry. Thick cum splashes up over his stomach, onto his chest, impossible but present. Heavy, clinging waves ripple through his walls in a wonderful attempt to milk Felih dry.

Felih's ramming in fiercely now, rutting in and angling himself to make sure he strikes at Shiro's sweet spot with every last slam of his hips, panting and groaning as he works. His lover is so tight, squeezing around him beautifully, making him shudder as he struggles to hold himself back. He's good at that, suppressing his own pleasure for round after round- he was so very well-trained, after all, made to be entirely about his lover's pleasure.

And then, Shiro reaches his peak, silent but his body betraying every last sign of the rush of bliss, curling and spilling thick seed all over himself again, making Felih's ears perk up and twitch. Oh- what a beautiful sight, Shiro making a mess of himself with cum, the thick white streaking over his torso as Felih keeps rutting in, pushing him through it, trying to prolong the high.

But there's only so long he can last when his mate is clinging to him like that, squeezing hard enough to milk him, and he soon gives a cry of his own as he slams in one last time, finally feeling the soft barbs on him swell thickly and flare out, making it harder for him to draw back. Mere seconds after he's locked in, the rush comes, pouring from his thick and jerking shaft, the tip pouring a heavy mess of white heat deep into his mate's body. True to his word, it's a thorough little flood of it, something that leaves Felih shuddering and gasping as he grinds and gives the shallowest ruts into his mate, the flared nubs on his cock keeping him from pulling back too far, dragging along Shiro's walls.

By the time he's finished, Felih is trembling and panting atop his mate, nuzzling against his shoulder, feeling the rippling aftershocks of pleasure as he grinds and milks himself into his mate, until his orgasm seems spent, and he's just a purring mess atop his lover.

Shiro's lungs seize up in his pleasure and he manages to bend far enough forward that he can press his face into Felih's shoulder as heat floods beautifully into the core of him. Finally, finally he can be warm all the way through.

As his body finally gives out, Shiro relaxes bonelessly into the nest's cosy embrace, panting as everything spins around him. He's so full and so warm and exhausted in the best of ways, and... loved. Well and truly loved. His arm trembles as he raises it to lay across Felih's body, distantly aware of a soft, low rumble of content that is his own purr. "Thank you..." he whispers.

Felih is melting against him, uncaring of the sticky mess between their bodies. He purrs and rests, nuzzling and panting against his throat, his shoulder, cuddling against him and resting within and atop him as long as he can get away with. Thanks to Shiro's arm around him, over him, he can relax and purr, knowing he's safe here, that he did well, that he pleased his partner- Shiro even thanked him, and it made Felih relieved, heart fluttering.

His hands slide down Shiro's sides to rub at his hips, and he murmurs breathlessly, "Are you alright...? Feeling okay? Any pain...?" It's soft but anxious nonetheless, and he refuses to move until he's given permission, ever-obedient as he is.

It's proving a little harder than expected to catch his breath, but frankly, Shiro does not care. He's floating and Felih's caught deep inside him, those lovely barbs making sure he won't shift for a bit.

He makes a soft sound as Felih's hands roam over him, stirring and rocking minutely up into him. "Better'n okay," he murmurs with a slur in his voice, a bit hoarse. A beatific smile spreads over his face. "'M glorious." There's a reverent pause, and then, "...C'n I have a kiss, Felih?" He sounds almost apologetic, like he shouldn't want more after that.

Felih's tail is still arched up over his back, but now it wiggles and puffs a bit, as he purrs and laughs softly against his neck. "Of course," he murmurs. "You're adorable... Maybe I should fuck you senseless more often?"

He moves, lifting his head and settling down atop him after a quick shift, pressing his lips to Shiro's. It's a warm, heavy, deep kiss- but slow, relaxed, languid. He lets it linger, until they part to breathe, and he purrs more, his chest rumbling against Shiro's as he rests inside him, ignoring the occasional twitch of his shaft.

He feels much better than when he started- he's gotten a number of orgasms now, and if they had to stop, he'd at least be at ease for a day or two before he found himself wanting for more. But greedy and libidinous as his body was, he's still hot all over, skin flushed from the persisting arousal.

A low moan winds its way up from deep in Shiro's chest at the suggestion and his body actually responds. He tightens briefly, cock twitching between them. "'M happy with that," he mumbles.

But the kiss is what he's really after right now. He's sluggish but fervent, melting under Felih's expert guidance. A little more personal connection beyond what their bodies demand. "Love you," he whispers, bunting their foreheads together gently. He runs his palm slowly up and down his mate's back.

Felih can't help but shudder and moan when he feels that squeeze around him, something that sends a jolt of pleasure through him and makes him whimper, sensitive cock even more stimulated by the fact he'd just orgasmed so heavily. He has to catch his breath a little then, but when he kisses Shiro, he purrs and takes happy lead.

He loves kisses, finds them a rare treat, and making love an even rarer treat than simply having sex. His heart melts as he hears those two words, bunting their foreheads together and nuzzling him more, before he murmurs, "Love you too..." His tail is fluffed and quivering, a delight making its way from the top of his head all the way down to the end of his tail, overjoyed to hear such words aimed at him again.

He's putty when Shiro strokes down his back- his finely-furred spine, the thin, short, downy red trail fluffed up a little from his general excited condition. He shivers as well, though if the touch works its way further down towards the root of his tail, he'll instinctively squirm or rut, despite being locked in rather firmly. "NNgh... T-Twelve..." he pants against Shiro's shoulder, before whining softly. "G-Gonna be stuck inside a minute... sorry..."

Shiro's hips twitch upward into Felih's rutting, throat convulsing around a hungry sound that dissolves into heavy breaths as his hand stills, flat, over the small of Felih's back. "Don't... Don't apologize," he manages. He sounds as much of a mess as he looks, flushed and smeared with tacky seed from both of them at one time or another. "You feel 'mazing. Don' know how I got so lucky." He blinks down at his mate with a smile to set the sea to shining, and carefully brushes Felih's bangs aside to let him lay a kiss on his forehead. "Y'r so good to me."

Felih whimpers a bit as he ruts in, feeling the jolts working through his body as Shiro's hand teases over the base of his spine, the base of his tail, resting on the small of his back. When his hand stills, Felih is purring and cuddling more against him, nuzzling against every inch of skin he can find, contented, melting into him. His heart thrills at the praise, the sight of Shiro's smile- and the kiss to his forehead has him purring even louder than before.

"Love you," Felih murmurs quietly, still afraid to say it too loud, lest the fates conspire to steal Shiro away from him too. He kisses him, deep and slow, languidly, until he parts for breath- and he feels the swell and flare of his soft barbs fading, letting him start to slowly ease and nudge his way out, allowing for the veritable flood of thick, hot seed he's pumped into his mate to flow out. "M-Maybe I should clean us both up a little bit before we keep going... I... I swore I've stored some washcloths..."

He doesn't want Felih to go, and for a moment he locks his legs in place to make sure he stays... then eases up and sighs regretfully. He makes a low noise as Felih works free and the warm flow begins. He's not usually one for mess... at least, he doesn't remember being interested in that. He was always good about at least toweling himself and his partner off before they slept. But at the moment there is something so primal about it that sates some deep-rooted urge. He's Felih's now, just as much as the other way around. But he's so empty now.

He remains sprawled, lounging in the cushions. Moving seems so extraneous. "C'n we cuddle?" he asks plaintively.

Felih is quick to pull a towel from his pocket dimension- thank the Twelve that he was able to store so much in it. He's quick to fold it and spread it under Shiro's hips, keeping the mess at least a little contained. He was quivering a bit himself, but still quite eager- and he cuddles Shiro contentedly, still between his legs- though as he cuddles, he ruts his textured cock over Shiro's balls, in short, firm, steady thrusts.

"Mmhm..." he affirms as he purrs and holds him, cuddling, but still rutting and unable to help himself. "I-I'll clean us up after you rest a bit. Otherwise we might get too messy..."

Shiro's all too pleased to snuggle Felih close, even if he's not expecting the friction that makes him shiver and moan. It's just a hair away from too much, which means he's loving it. "Whatever you want, kitten," he promises. "Don't care. Just want you here. With me." His tail seeks out Felih's and twines along it.

Felih purrs, snuggling and rutting a little longer, just enjoying the warmth of skin on skin and the comfort of Shiro's purr and presence. After letting his tail twine and toy with his mate's for a while, he slowly stops rutting, drawing back enough to pull a bottle out and soak a towel with its contents, starting to wipe his mate down- his chest, belly, his cock and balls and thighs, his legs- and any place Felih's seed still lingered.

"A handy thing- a cleansing disinfectant. Good for when there is lack of fresh water to bathe in," he mumbles. "Alchemy is a trade of mine." He cleans Shiro up carefully, before cleaning himself up- and the fluid, whatever it is, smells faintly of mint, something that seems to relax Felih considerably.

Once Felih feels cleaner, he preps the nest with clean, fresh towels, and purrs, and then lets a fingertip trail up along Shiro's shaft.

"Mm... how much energy do you have left, my love?" Felih purrs, nuzzling against his chest while his fingertips tease over the tip of his cock.

The mint tingles on the skin, but not so much as to cause trouble when in contact with the sensitive skin. Still, it makes Shiro squirm a little and make a few incoherent noises that sound suspiciously like squeaks of chagrin. "Felih, I can do that myself! You don't have to-- Mnngh!" His tail fluffs and quivers as Felih rubs it over his entrance. "Stars..." he murmurs breathlessly. "Or you can do that. That's. That's fine."

It's becoming more and more obvious that he's never actually lain with anyone who's been trained in this sort of thing. Which means all of his couplings must have been more spontaneous. People-based, not transactions, which is just further confirmed by his concern over his mate as Felih does more and more work.

"Sweetheart... really. Just tell me what needs doing, you don't have to do this all yourself. I want to help you, not be waited on hand and foot." The moment he can, he reaches out for Felih and cuddles him close against his chest, nuzzling fluffy ears and kissing his crown.

And of course, Felih surprises him again. He jerks, biting back a moan, and ducks his head against Felih's temple. "Nnngh... How much do you need me to have, 'cause I've got it. Stars, kitten, every time I think you've drained me you find a way of opening it up again in the most lovely ways. What can I do for you? Tell me."

Felih is content to work, clean his mate up, clean himself up- and then Shiro is fluffing and sounding a little frustrated and disgruntled, and Felih shrinks back instinctively. He seems more at ease to hear the endearment- Sweetheart. Something kind, safe, gentle, not angry.

Shiro pulls him down, pulls him close, and Felih purrs and melts against him, nuzzling and nuzzling into his chest. "...but I want to take care of you, too," he murmurs quietly, ears low, though he can't help chirping and purring at the nuzzles to his ears, the kisses to his head.

Still, when his mate suddenly jerks against his fingers, he purrs louder still and presses a smirk against Shiro's skin, tail coming up and arching over his back, wiggling mischievously. "For now...? I just... want you to lay back and rest..." he purrs, lips moving over Shiro's chest, kissing him, nibbling and sucking marks down over pale skin, over muscle, over his abdomen and further, further- until he's nuzzling at the base of Shiro's cock, ears lowering back a little to stay out of the way.

When his tongue first darts out, he laps at Shiro's balls- a quick, teasing flick of textured little bumps of a slightly rough tongue over the sensitive skin, and then a flat, broad lick that moves up slowly over the front cleft of the purse, tongue trailing up until it reaches the base of that lovely cock. And then he kisses at the sac, firm presses of his lips to the orbs within, humming into every kiss and gently sucking and nibbling, the gentlest teasing there between affectionate and playful nuzzles. Felih intends to just worship him a little while, tail playfully swishing over his spine in a self-satisfied way, still purring as he goes.

Letting others take care of him is hard. It's never been something that Shiro handles well - he's a terrible patient. And he's not even injured right now - this is all for his pleasure? Which is very odd to him. But it is really... really hard... to concentrate... when Felih keeps teasing him like that.

Shiro lifts his knees and spreads them as much as he can to give Felih more access. Anything too sharp gets his thighs twitching defensively, but he's well aware that it's not intentional, and keeps himself still and open. It's difficult not to squirm and wriggle and shift to get more of certain things, but his breathing and his voice betray him even so. Those long licks, and the teasing just behind his balls have him arching a little, stretching, gasping. Tension and heat coil slowly in his belly, tightening around his sac and cock and squeezing till somehow he produces a thick drop of pre that slides down the upper surface of his shaft. His tail finds Felih's arm and curls around it as if seeking an anchor.

Felih purrs more when Shiro's tail winds around his arm, finding the hold endearing- and he purrs, his mouth still carrying the rumbling from his lips to Shiro's skin. He's mouthing now, lips and tongue taunting and teasing at his balls with strokes and fondling, a textured wet warm tongue lathing over over the skin. When he sees that drop of pre spilling for him, his tail quivers and fluffs a little, and he moves his head to lap it up, letting that tongue stroke and lap at the shaft now. Between kisses, soft nibbles, gentle sucks against the skin to leave brief pink marks that quickly fade.

Shiro's squirming, and it's so very fun, so adorable to watch every last twitch and gasp, hear every moan- and while his mouth now starts to lavish attention at Shiro's cock, a hand comes up to cup and roll his sac in his palm, fingers, gently pressing and teasing but never enough to hurt- no, only ever enough to rile him, give him that little squeeze that comes with the building heat.

Felih's purring so loudly now that the rumbling carries through to Shiro every time his lips meet Shiro's skin, and so he's licking and sucking and kissing his way up and down that lovely shaft, letting his tongue tease at every last inch- taking care to slow down and press more firmly around the crown of his head, under the lip, at the rim of the foreskin, and lathing over the very very tip. The tip gets plenty of attention, licks and hums and kisses and little sucks wanting to get Shiro desperate for more.

He's ignoring his own desperate desire for now, ignoring the way his thick, swollen cock is pulsing and jerking between his thighs, his plump balls throbbing as he occasionally squirms, a subtle wiggle of his hips to try and relieve the ache.

If he wants Shiro desperate he's doing a very good job of it. In minutes Felih's coaxing more pre from him and Shiro's eyes have closed as he tips his head back and tries not to buck up into Felih's mouth. But he can't resist reaching down to brush his fingertips through Felih's hair and along the base of his ear. Almost no pressure, just tactile praise since articulating anything that isn't made of vowels seems beyond him at present.

The sight of more pre rolling down his shaft makes Felih's purring even louder, his tail wiggling again in a smug kind of satisfaction. He thrills with each squirm and moan from his mate, relishes every touch he receives, even leaning into the strokes to his hair and ear. But he always bows his head to better return attention to his lover's cock, still licking and kissing, mouthing and sucking all over his lover's shaft but never quite giving him the satisfaction of his lips around him.

Every time he works up and down, he takes time to pause at the tip, lathing his tongue over it and teasing the slit with his lips and tongue, little sucks to keep his mate giving him more. He even pauses to nuzzle along the shaft affectionately, pausing in his oral worship to just tease with the brush of skin on skin. But then he finally ceases his teasing, letting his lips wrap around the head, broad strokes over the entire glans and then a harsher suck to follow.

From there, it's easy for him, suckling and swallowing him down to the very base, until his nose is buried in the hair at the base, letting his throat squeeze around the head before he pulls up, suckling again. That textured tongue never lets up, always sliding and dragging, stroking along his skin, lathing over the head, sucking hard and sometimes pausing to kiss the tip- only to swallow him down again. His purring and humming sends vibrations along the shaft, sometimes accompanied by Felih's moans- and all the while, Felih is very cautious of his teeth, never once letting the sharp tips harm his mate.

Shiro's just about ready to beg for more when his wishes are granted. Felih's mouth is just... It's like nothing he's ever felt before, absolutely stunning. The first push all the way down catches Shiro's breath hard in his chest and he chokes on a thoroughly embarrassing whine, legs trembling with the effort not to rock up into it. He lifts his hand onto his thigh before scraping his nails down his skin and curling his fingers into a fist. He doesn't want to scare Felih and this is a good feeling. Stars, a very good--

He shudders and moans, feeling more salty liquid spill over his mate's tongue. "Felih I... Keep that up and I d-don't - Mmngh - don't know. If I'm going to last long." Another heavy sucking drag along his cock breaks off an oath behind his teeth and pulls a little upward twitch from his hips in spite of himself.

Felih is purring still, thrilled to see the way Shiro is starting to tremble and go to pieces under him, delighted to know that he could bring Shiro to trembling and whining with just his mouth. He feels wonderful knowing his mate is enjoying himself, and he swallows and laps up every drop his mate gives him, relishing the way he feels the thick shaft twitch against his tongue, even feeling the little twitch of Shiro's hips.

Aaaw. His mate is already so close... He moans around the shaft and swallows him down again, tail wiggling and arched over his back, as he looks up at Shiro through his lashes, half-lidded eyes filled with lust and desire. If he could get away with it, he would probably just have his fun with him... He pulls off just to kiss at the tip again, laughing softly. "Twelve... do you have any idea how tempted I am to just suck you off, swallow you down, make you spill into my throat over and over and over again... just to see how much you can take of my mouth before you lose it..." he purrs, before swallowing him right down again, hands still rubbing and massaging at the purse beneath Shiro's lovely cock.

"Oh Fu-k--!" The word isn't even fully voiced, broken in the full-body shudder that wracks Shiro's frame. He doesn't even believe in a god, but those are the sorts of words coming to his lips as he struggles to maintain control of himself and not just buck up into Felih's talented mouth.

"God, Felih...! Nngh! Fuck, I'm going to. You're so good, I can't... I'm trying, kitten, god I'm trying, don't wanna choke you." Half-formed expletives trip over his tongue as Felih slides right to the root, squeezing his balls and coaxing more pre out of him. He presses upward a little, unable to help himself, burying himself as deeply as he can, abs taut as he tries to restrain himself. "God, oh god, oh god...! Felih...!"

He can feel it coming. Feel it building and aching and it feels so much larger and more intense than before, and he's trying to hold out, he really is, but no one's ever been so attentive and detailed and none of them have had a M'quote's tongue, and he can feel how Felih's seed is squeezing from him to drip onto the rich fabrics, and he's surrounded inside and out with everything, everything Felih, he's so close, so, so close!

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