bakerstreet | cuddle meme .

Felih's lush tail is so quick to tangle and coil around Shiro's when he feels it winding around his- and he doesn't slow down in the slightest, bucking and riding him without restraint. He's mewling, shuddering, bouncing along his length and squeezing, his walls pulsing and tight around his shaft. It's in poses like this that his strength and endurance can truly shine, where his body's toned muscles and stamina are in full display. Not only does his sexual experience shine, but his general physique, his dancer's body, his adventurer's vigor.

He whimpers when Shiro teases along his sac, the heavy pouch twitching and pulsing under his touch, sometimes pulling taut before relaxing again, as if his body is priming itself to release the copious mess of seed Felih's proven himself capable of making. He's panting hard, breathing heavy as his body works, bucking and riding Shiro rough and eager, angling himself so that the thick cock inside him strikes his prostate over and over.

It's when Shiro starts to buck up to meet his thrusts that Felih really starts mewling, because then the force is doubled, and his bobbing cock twitches and spurts a hard, hot mess of pre over his mate's torso once more. "S-So big- gods- f-feel you so deep in me-" he pants and moans, shuddering, feeling how Shiro's cock pounds deep into his belly, filling him so much he feels the bliss of pressure against his prostate at all times from his sheer girth alone. "D-Don't wanna stop- w-wanna keep going-" he pants, nearly dizzy as he rides, whimpering, shudders running down his spine over and over. "Love you, love you, love you-" he pants and moans with each buck, loose hair now cascading down his back, some locks of wavy red and gold spilling over his shoulders.

Shiro's heart turns over in his chest. Oh he is doomed. Absolutely doomed for this sweet, considerate, bright, injured young man so far away from home and so quick to love.

He rubs his palm gently up and down Felih's calf. "We won't stop. I'll take care of you, I promise. I love you, Felih. You're never going to disappoint me. We'll just keep going as long as we can, okay? I can turn you over and get you to lift those pretty hips for me and I'll fill you till you drip with me. Eat you out and fill you again. Drain your cock dry. We'll satisfy you. I love you. I won't let you go hungry."

His thumb smooths over the sac, pressing in careful squeezes, coaxing. Then he shifts his hand to take Felih's cock and milk him with powerful, firm strokes that mimic the squeeze of Felih's walls around him.

"Come on, Felih. Come on, love. Cum for me. You cum so hard I bet you can hit my lips with it. Feed it to me, kitten. Give me a taste of you."

Felih's too overwhelmed- by pleasure, by emotion, it's all a whirlwind of passion that peaks and suddenly he feels hot tears spilling down his cheeks. He's panting and mewling, crying out for him, and Shiro's sweet words are a comfort and bliss he's longed for so badly, something that sets his heart at ease and makes it so much easier to let himself get lost in the ecstasy, the endless pleasure.

"Love you, love you, love you, need you- please- love you-" he whimpers as he bucks, panting, only for his mewls to become sharp and interspersed with gasps as Shiro starts to firmly squeeze and jerk his hand along his cock, milking him properly, overwhelming each swollen barb with sensation as his hand strokes up and down. His plump balls are so very swollen and heavy under Shiro's touch, hot, pulsing against the squeezes from his thumbs and fingers. He's so pent-up- so desperate, and it's clear that he's been going without for too long.

He can't take it any longer- not with Shiro urging him to spill, burst, milking him and taking advantage of just how sensitive his shaft is to touch. He screams and shudders, bucking through his orgasm, crying out as he squeezes around his mate's cock tight. His thick cock jerks and pulses, throbbing against Shiro's palm as he finally bursts, spurting such thick jets of seed, spilling ribbons and bursts all over Shiro's torso, his momentum and driving pressure from his riding only sending his seed spurting further still. He doesn't stop riding until his orgasm seems completely spent, and then he's left seated to the hilt on Shiro, trembling, entire body weak as his chest heaves for breath.

His words are breathless, emotional whimpers and whines. "L-Love you, love y-you so much, m-make me feel so good... s-so good... s-so safe..." The tears glisten on long red lashes, ears low from exhaustion, quivering tail still coiled right around Shiro's. "H-Haven't felt s-so safe in so long..."

Shiro curls his body as Felih spills over, catching a little of the results on his tongue and chin. It helps him get the momentum to sit up, too, as Felih shakes himself to pieces. It shifts the angle, and in the end allows him to slip his arms around Felih's back and help him sit up. Shiro gathers him close, ignoring the mess as he cradles Felih against his chest, running his fingers through long, beautiful hair.

"Shhhh.... Just breathe, kitten. Words can wait," he murmurs. But he's unable to stop smiling. "I'm glad you feel that way, though. I want you to feel safe. You are safe. I won't let anyone hurt you, love. You won't have to go so long without. You won't face anything alone. I'll be right here with you. We're a team, right? I've got you. I'll protect you." He kisses Felih's temple and presses his cheek against his hair. "I love you, Felih. It will be okay."

Felih is trembling, and when Shiro sits up to hold him tight, close, properly safe and warm in his arms, he wraps his legs around his hips, arms around his back, clinging to him and burying his face into Shiro's neck. He's weak, shaking, panting still, a mess from orgasm. But it's so much easier to calm himself when Shiro holds him like this, fingers combing through his long hair, making him feel even more loved and safe.

He takes the time to catch his breath, trying to settle the wave of emotions that had just burst from him, nuzzling into him more and letting his purr rumble from his chest to his mate's. He's so safe here... It's when Shiro tells him that he 'won't have to go without' that Felih's ears pin back, low and apologetic even as he tucks his head under Shiro's chin.

"...you will? You- you don't have to, I..." His cheeks burn with shame. "I'm- I..." He already said it before, but he needs the reassurance. "I'm needy, I- I need... need so much..." He knows he can overwhelm his partners. He can be demanding, insatiable, desperately needy for relief, his body trained and abused until it was primed for sex- to the point of such discomfort when he's pent up. A way to keep him in line, a way to make sure he was always working, always bringing his master coin- make the body addicted, make the slave desperate to be fucked even when he doesn't want to be.

His mate. His safe, beloved mate. His heart aches, and he keeps clinging tight. Even now, his body is still hot- shaft still thick between them, body still tight around Shiro's length and holding his seed deep.

"Hey. Look at me, love. Felih, look at me." He touches Felih's chin and face till he can get his mate to draw back just enough to look him in the face. "I swear to you. I will do my best to help you keep your body happy. I will tell you if I can't for some reason that day, but you won't go for weeks without a session. Some days that might mean I have to ask you to do the bulk of the work, but some days I'll be able to pick you up and fill you up a couple of times in quick succession. It just depends. But I promise you, you will not have to suffer alone. Not while I have the ability to help you."

The truth of it resonates in his Aether - he means every word. They both know that jaunts and dungeons can sometimes remove one or both of them from the equation for an unspecified amount of time, but Shiro means to be there as much as his body will allow every time he can.

"I love you, Felih. I don't say that lightly. I will be there for you, however you need me, whenever I possibly can. I just need you to reach out when you need me, okay? I can't do this as well on my own. I need your help. I've never done this polyamory thing before. "

Felih is hesitant and shy, but he looks up when Shiro coaxes and nudges him to, ears still pinned back submissively. But Shiro reassures him, and the dancer relaxes in his arms, purring even louder still when his mate reassures him with such sweet words. It makes hims feel safe and tended to, and he snuggles closer, purring and nuzzling at every inch of skin h e can reach. He bunts, he kisses, he's showering his mate with love and grateful affection, and while he can't detect truth or lies like Pinya can, Shiro's firm conviction alone comforts him.

Shiro says polyamory and his heart leaps with a joy and relief.

He's not a mate poacher. It's okay, it's okay, he can still be with his lover, his lover's okay- and he kisses him deep, hard, gratitude and adoration poured into every second. When he finally pulls back, breathless, he presses their foreheads together, murmuring, "I'll do anything for you. I will... I will..."

If the clear relief is a surprise, the sudden kiss is even more of one. It startles a surprised sound out of Shiro that promptly melts down into a hum. His eyes slip closed and he devotes himself to the kiss with single-minded intensity. Stars, it's so good. Something terrible has to happen soon - he's too happy. ....Fuck it. They'll face it together when it comes, whatever it is.

He just knows he's smiling like a dazed duck when Felih releases him. "Don't have to do anything but be yourself," he murmurs. "That's all that matters."

The Miqo'te is purring and melting into his arms, cuddling, enjoying the sensation of their bodies still linked together, entwined. He's safe, seated to the hilt in his lover's lap, warm and wrapped up in his embrace. This tiny blanket nest and tent made as a shelter from the cold has turned into a tiny pocket of heaven, of relief, and now he's reluctant to leave it- so he'll linger, he'll ride out this thrill and their energy until they're both ready to cuddle and sleep, exhausted from a good, long session of passionate love-making.

His tail has curled around his hips, around Shiro, the giant, long length of fluff claiming him and keeping him warmer still, soft fur over bare skin.

"Love you," Felih murmurs again, so very quietly, as if afraid to say it- but the quiver of his tail is giddy. Another kiss later, and he's slowly grinding down on his mate's base, squeezing the shaft inside him, panting and dark-cheeked. "I want you to feel good... to feel bliss..." he murmurs against Shiro's neck, as he nuzzles the skin there, kissing and nipping it, leaving more cute little pink and purple marks. "May I ride you again...? Or would you like something else...?" He's purring, bunting- he just wants to please, want to share this pleasure with his beloved.

Shiro's heart trips over itself to ear those two simple words. He's about to say something else when Felih squeezes and wipes the words away. "Oh fuck," he mutters, rolling up into Felih and dropping his hands to his mate's waist. "Nngh. Stars, you are so good at this. You've already made me feel better than I have in years, you know. But if you want more, I'm not going to complain. Mmph. Think I might need something more in me before I can spill like that again, but if you are okay with riding me empty, that's okay with me, love. Whatever you want. I'm all yours tonight."

With both of them like this, sitting up and holding tight, cuddling, Felih finds it so easy to just rest against Shiro’s chest and pant. He can shut his eyes and moan, grinding and bucking his hips where he sits in Shiro’s lap, taking that wonderful thick Hyuran cock in and out of himself again and again. He can still hold him, cling to him, each sound of bliss spilled right against his beloved’s skin as he moves his hips.

“J-Just want you so badly... want to be full... want you to hold me, kiss me- it’s so warm here with you...” he murmurs against Shiro’s skin, his voice soft between pants and low groans. Rut, grind, press, buck- his hips are at work, energetic even with the work he’s already done, still trying so hard to force himself into another orgasm. His thick shaft is twitching, swollen and spilling precum between their bodies, smearing between their bellies as Felih ruts.

“Feel so good in me- Twelve, I needed this so badly...” he nearly whimpers.

Shiro strokes Felih's hair, rubbing at the base of his ears and then down his back to press his warm palm against his lower back. "I'm here, kitten... I've got you, and you've got me. That's it. Work yourself down on me," he murmurs, nuzzling the side of Felih's head. "Clench that tight ass on my cock. Feel it? Feel me spreading you open anyway? Feels good, doesn't it, baby cat." He rolls his hips up and back, up and back, easy, deep friction as inevitable as the tide. "Relax... Lean into me. There's no hurry. We're going to get you to cum until you can't cum anymore. Will you show me how you like your cock touched, sweetheart?"

Shiro's every word sends a jolt down through him, and he shivers, panting and purring, moaning against his shoulder as he feels a warm, firm hand stroking over his ears, hair, down his back, against the small of it, edging so close to his sensitive base. The base of his spine, base of his tail- it's so sensitive, each stroke making his tail quiver and fluff up, a shudder running through him as he squeezes tighter around his mate.

"S-So good- gods- so good- thick and hot, filling me-" he pants and groans, still rutting and grinding, bucking his hips. It's slow, the way he bounces and moves, working himself up and down in Shiro's lap, enjoying the slow, but intense, deep friction he gets over his prostate. His cock keeps twitching, spilling pre between their bodies- and the steady, slow, firm rolls of Shiro's hips only serve to set every nerve in him aflame, making him cry out in bliss as he squeezes.

Clinging still to him, he purrs and pants, trying to move his hips in sync with Shiro's. Every word is bliss, every word is temptation, sending a thrill of excitement and arousal from his head to his toes. It's the last request that has him pausing, cheeks burning and dark, before he takes a hand and guides it down to his thick, needy cock. He's hot to the touch, the deep pink skin glistening with pre, each soft barb swollen and sensitive, threatening to flare out again if he reaches another orgasm. He bites his lip, red, sitting still and balls-deep on his lover's cock while he starts to demonstrate just how he likes to be touched.

"Like this..." He has to lean back a little, soon his other hand coming down to help, one cupping his heavy, plump balls that fill his palm and fingers with their weight, the other starting to stroke and pump at his shaft. There's a squeeze to his grip, something that makes Felih's breaths hitch as his hips twitch, trying to rut into his own grip, His strokes are fast and firm- quick, hard jerks, fierce pumps, something that gave him blessed bursts of friction over every ilm of him, every nub. It makes him spurt precum with each pump of his hand- as if milking himself. Sometimes he pauses, pads of his fingers teasing at the sensitive tip, something that has him making even more of a wet mess between them. "Nngh...! A-Ahhaaaah..."

"Good boy," Shiro murmurs, his voice and his purr both deepening several notches in his pride and pleasure. "That's it... Love to see my gorgeous mate enjoying himself." He keeps up the strong thrusts, using his legs to pull Felih off him somewhat before each smooth slide home.

His hand drifts a little lower and finding the base of the fluffy tail... he begins to scratch gently. Little circular movements that make the cats at home hunker down and raise their asses. He's pretty sure he knows how Felih will react.

His left palm he slides beneath Felih's hand, between his legs. "Let me handle those magnificent balls for you, handsome. You get both hands on your cock of hang on to me. I want to hear the way your voice peaks. See you spill all that thick, delicious seed again. Mmm... I could watch you cum all day, kitten, you're so beautiful. Love having you wrapped around my cock like this. You want to try this in front of a mirror sometime? Turn you around so you can lean back and I can rock up into you, fill you, and you can spread your legs so you can watch me sink in. Get my hands on your fantastic cock and milk you. Just fucking pump you till you can't take it anymore and you cum and cum and cum...." He punctuates each word with a sharp thrust and a squeeze of his fingers.

Shiro praises him and Felih melts. He goes to putty, cheeks burning, the flames in him burning hotter as he whimpers, rutting and rocking his hips, feeling the way Shiro's strong, steady thrusts push into him over and over.He wants to be full, he feels that beautiful friction, his mate sliding into him and stretching him full and-

Shiro's rubbing and scratching at the base of his tail. He gasps and his hips suddenly buck and his tail puffs, quivering, arching up and over his back, tail lifted as far as it can be. Felih's cock is twitching, jerking hard, already feeling so close to bursting and spurting seed all over them both in moments as Shiro teases at his tail. His legs spread a bit wider, inviting Shiro's hand down to cup his balls, letting go of himself as he instead uses that hand to cling to his mate again.

He's grinding, getting fucked deep, his other hand still stroking and pumping around his girth, stroking and squeezing at every nub and making himself spurt precum more and more. He's getting noisier now, his needy whimpers getting more desperate. With each sentence Shiro tempts him with, he's only riled further, wanting so badly for him, body clenching around Shiro's cock as he paints him beautiful, lewd, obscene pictures of the things they could do, the way his lover could milk him dry, drive him wild with ecstasy.

Felih's too incoherent to give a proper response now, but those harsh, sharp thrusts and the squeezes around his plump, heavy balls is what sets him over the edge. He screams and cries out, trembling and squeezing tight around his beloved as his cock jerks in his palm, spilling thick bursts of seed all over them both. He's trembling, trying to jerk himself off a little more, a few more pumps of his hand, but he goes weak in orgasm, the flared nubs swollen and puffed up wide, his thick cock clearly as sensitive as it can get.

"Takashi," comes the needy whimper between ragged breaths and mewls of orgasm, body shaking as he feels the heat rushing from deep inside him.

Shiro hums something only just short of a growl, shifting his hand from balls to cock to take over the short, fast pumps meant to squeeze even more out of his partner. "Yessss... That's my good boy. My perfect little lover. Come on. Keep going. That's it, Felih, that's it. Mmm, you're doing so damn well baby cat. Good boy. My good, good boy."

He presses his temple to Felih's and slows his thrusts but does not stop. He's not sure how long he can keep it up, but Shiro's not going to stop unless he has to.

Felih is quivering in his lap, on his cock, and the deep thrusts just keep hitting his sweet spot. The hand that had been fondling his balls is now pumping and squeezing at his sensitive cock, killing him for more. And that’s when it happens, when Shiro sees it for the first time- how each stroke, each hard and firm jerk down his sensitive cock and over the sensitive barbs has his shaft jerking and giving another little spurt of thick, hot seed. The creamy white heat is spilling all over his dark skin, marking him with evidence of his own ecstasy.

Felih’s in pieces, tail quivering as he slumps against his mate, nearly sobbing from the bliss as his lover praises him, milks him, giving his pent-up body such deep, brutal, intense relief. Each slam against his sweet spot inside him, each stroke to his cock, each press and run and scratch tot he base of his tail... Felih’s in heaven, purring noisily enough for the sound to beat it the howling winds of the blizzard outside their hiding place.

He’s safe, on Shiro’s cock, in his lap, in his arms- in this makeshift blanket tent and nest, hidden away in this abandoned nook in the wintry wasteland. He dizzy with his orgasm and the way it’s being drawn out, a shudder wracking though his body and down his spine, each one ending with a clench around Shiro’s cock. He can’t seem to stop, each stroking forcing him to spill more and more seed- and he’s nearly limp against him, like trembling putty only able to cry his pleasure for all the world to hear.

"I've got you, kitten," Shiro murmurs. The first small eruption of seed catches him by surprise and he falters, but then picks right back up, even more fervent. "Wow... You still spilling, baby cat? Stars, that is. Really hot. You're so amazing." He nibbles at the edge of Felih's ear, cock throbbing inside him. "I can just imagine riding you and just. Keeping going. The way you fucking flood every inch of me and swell and rub and drag along the inside of me, and if I can just keep moving you'll keep adding to it, won't you. Over and over. Would you like that? Hm?" His voice is roughened with desire, a bit breathless. He'd love that, personally, being filled and it isn't the end. Getting the pressure and push of these little spurts every so often, stretching him that little bit more. There is something so ridiculously appealing about that, taking everything - everything - that Felih gave him.

When Shiro pauses in his strokes, Felih takes the chance to gasp for breath, weak against his beloved, quivering and trembling. He’s dizzy, so dark in the cheeks, Shiro’s lewd suggestions just making him throb even harder in Shiro’s palm. His soft ear twitches at the nibble, but he’s whimpering, fingers curling against Shiro’s back as he clings tighter, claws leaving pink marks down his back as Shiro ruts into him.

“Twelve- Takashi-“ he sobs with bliss, shuddering and weak,hearing the praise. Shiro is praising this-? His mate is praising the mess he’s making- Shiro wants it? He’s crying out, still in his lap as Shiro bucks into him, milking his cock with each firm stroke, both inside and out.

“Please- please- milk me- Takashi- want it, want you, please-“ he whimpers and gasps, still spilling a flood of white between them.

Shiro shivers, half-swallowing a moan. "I'm here, Felih. I'm here," he whispers. "Think you can keep going? Let's see how long we can keep you coming. Don't hold back, okay? You're being so good. Breathe... Tell me if I need to slow down." He slows just long enough to sweep his thumb over the sensitive tip and then down through the nubs at an angle before resuming the quick strokes that have been yielding such good results. "Love you. I'll take care of you, I promise."

Felih is in heaven. He’s in heaven here in Shiro’s lap, on his cock, feeling stretched so full of him, filled so deep. With Shiro’s hand still stroking and squeezing his cock, he’s a weak mess, gasping and crying out, mewling for him, thick girth jerking and pulsing against Shiro’s palm as he’s milked for more and more of his seed. He just keeps spilling, spurting with each stroke, heavy balls twitching below his cock as he spills. The sensitive nubs are swollen, flared in his mate’s hand, and the little flood of thick white seed is only getting bigger and messier.

“Wanna cum- Twelve- cum- as much as you want- you too, you too-“ he cries, a bit incoherent, mind jumbled and scrambled by bliss as he grinds down on his lover’s lap, enjoying that beautiful Hyuran cock so deep in him, so thick and long and wonderful. He wants his mate to rut into him, spill into him as much as he wants, until he too is sated. His chest is heaving with his desperate breaths, and all he can think about is his mate, the entire world outside of their embrace melted away into a haze.

"I will, love. I promise, I'll fill you up some more, soon as I can. All yours tonight, Felih, all yours. I'll take care of you. You'll get all you want from me. Just gotta breathe for me, kitten. Can't kiss you if you can't breathe."

It's amazing, watching all these little pulses running over his hand, down across Felih's lap. He's never seen anything like this - it's gorgeous, in a way. There's something really wonderful and beautiful in seeing this very tangible evidence of his lovely boy enjoying himself. He can't help but think about how much he'd like to get his mouth around Felih and urge him to this point and keep drinking him down as long as he physically can.

Felih is whimpering, nearly sobbing, and trying to breathe is incredibly difficult when your lover is bringing you to pieces, spiking your orgasm over and over again. Shiro's firm grip and strokes along his throbbing, pulsing shaft has him crying out and trembling, shuddering as his mate keeps coaxing his body to spurt more and more thick, heavy bursts of hot white seed onto them both, though his cum stands out so much more starkly on Felih's own skin than on Shiro's.

He keeps clenching and squeezing around his Shiro's thick shaft, hips trembling and grinding, trying weakly to buck and grind against him, wanting for more friction against that sweet spot that's swollen inside him.

In the end, Felih's too determined to please, trying so hard to obey, wanting to breathe- he breathes, amid incoherent cries and moans, chest heaving with each labored, pleasured gasp, only for each one to be followed by a moan. Still, he tries so very hard to breathe, because Shiro says he can't kiss him if he doesn't, and gods does he want Shiro's lips on his again. He's missed this...

"T-Takashiiiii..." comes the pathetic, weak, blissful whimper. He can't even remember the last time he was reduced to this- completely weak putty, his usually stubborn pride now smothered under desperation for release, for pleasure.

Reluctantly Shiro slows his strokes, settles his hand firmly at the base of Felih's shaft, and dips his head to tease soft kisses on Felih's lips. He squeezes Felih's cock gently. "It's okay, love. Soon. Breathe." As Felih gets more air and steadier breaths, Shiro lengthens and deepens his kisses. His hips slow too, till he stops entirely and grinds up into his mate, staying deeply in to keep up the pressure where Felih needs it.

Felih whimpers when Shiro stops, wanting so badly for more, weak and helpless against him as he purrs and pants. He gasps for breath, hips twitching when Shiro squeezes the base of him, whining when he feels the thrusts into him slow and stop. He clutches Shiro, desperate for support, kissing him breathlessly and passionately.

He’s stubborn and wanting, drinking up the kisses, moaning into them as he feels that deep, grinding pressure in him.

”Gods- so thick and deep in me- Takashi- nngh- love you, love you-“ he whimpers, trembling in his lap, clinging to him, feeling his swollen cock twitching, the nubs still flared and thickened. “More-?”

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