10. Chapter 10

Chapter ten

L A kissed Cass passionately and squeezed his legs around Cass's wide hips. He wasn't sure how long he'd be able to remain in this position, but for now it was incredible. He loved Cass's giant bulk weighing him down and grounding him to the couch, and he moved his hips to meet him.

Cass growled, a deep sound that LA felt resonate where their chests were pressed flush.

LA licked firmly into Cass's mouth, urging his tongue to slide against his own.

God, this was hot.

He could smell sweat, paint, and Cass's sweet scent all melting together into the most amazing aroma. He wanted to get his shirt off and keep rutting together while they kissed, but he couldn't pull himself away from Cass's thick shoulders long enough to bother.

Thrusting his hips against Cass's created bursts of white-hot pleasure and LA moaned, a needy and desperate sound.

Cass growled again and broke the kiss to nip at LA's neck.

"Oh fuck!" LA squirmed, delighted by the tease of sharp teeth.

"Is, is that all right?" Cass asked urgently. "I'm sorry! I should have asked—"

"Do it." LA twisted his head to the side to bare his neck. "Fuckin' bite me."

Cass replied by chomping down on LA's throat.

"Fuck!" LA squeaked, his hips bucking upward as the pressure in his loins skyrocketed. He didn't think Cass had bitten him hard enough to actually break skin, but fuck, it felt amazing. He hadn't realized how late it was, but the living room was growing dark now and Cass's eyes glowed like two golden flames.

"You're so beautiful," Cass whispered.

"Funny. I was just thinkin' the same thing about you." LA grinned, cupping Cass's face. "Your eyes are fuckin' insane."

"Is that a good thing?"

"I mean, they're just so pretty it's insane."

"Ah, yes. A good thing indeed!" Cass growled happily. "You know, we never did decide on dinner…"

"Yeah, more focused on dessert right now."

"You're not supposed to have dessert before dinner."

"Let's pretend we did." LA nuzzled under Cass's jaw, grinding upward insistently.

Cass squeaked. "Okay, we'll do that. But, but let's at least order!"

"What do you want?" LA fumbled around for his phone. "You pick, remember?"

"Uh, uh, uh." Cass blinked. "Food."

"That is not helpful."

"Italian!"

"Okay, better." LA thumbed over to a food ordering app. "What do you want?"

"Are you sure you want to pay? I eat a lot of—"

"What do you want ?" LA punctuated the question with another roll of his hips.

"Mmph. Uh, four chicken parmesans, two baked zitis, and, and a side of garlic bread."

LA punched in the order as fast as he could, adding an extra ziti and another order of garlic bread for himself. He rushed through checkout, and the moment the order was confirmed, he threw his phone back on the ground. He kissed Cass with a frantic moan, easily recapturing the earlier passion.

Cass kissed him back and held him close, his wings flapping.

"Here, I want to…" LA grunted as he grabbed at his shirt. "This. Off."

Cass grabbed it and yanked up, but the material was instantly shredded between his claws. "Oh! Shit! I'm so sorry—!"

"Fuck yes. Don't be sorry. Come on," LA pleaded. "Rip it all off me."

Cass squeaked, pulling back with wide eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Yes!" LA groaned impatiently. "You can fix it later, right? So, tear it off. Let's go!"

"Oh, all right!" Cass snatched away the rest of LA's shirt with two quick swipes. He bowed his head to smother LA's chest with eager little kisses.

"Mm fuck. There we go." LA groaned happily and arched into Cass's hot mouth. "Just like that, Cassie. Fuck, that's it."

Cass swiped his tongue over LA's nipple, glancing up as if to gauge his reaction.

"That's good," LA urged. "Go on."

Cass licked LA's nipple again, swirling the tip around until it became hard. He sucked on it gently, adding more pressure until LA was panting and gasping. His big paws settled on LA's hips, holding him tight as he switched to lavish LA's other nipple with equal attention.

LA mewled and tried to buck, but Cass's tight grip wouldn't allow it. He whimpered and grabbed Cass's horns, giving him a firm tug. "Mmm, Cass, please."

"Please what?" Cass asked, his voice hoarse and eyes bright.

"Please, I need…" LA wiggled insistently.

"Tell me." Cass smiled, his long tongue flicking out over LA's chest.

"I want your mouth. On me." LA swallowed hard. "Please."

Cass growled in reply, slipping off the couch to his knees as he went for LA's pants. He tore at the elastic as he peeled them off in one quick yank, and LA's hard cock bounced up against his stomach as it was freed. "Elly." He sighed adoringly. "You are gorgeous."

"So are you. God, so are you." LA stretched out across the couch, grabbing his dick and stroking it. He squeezed the base and aimed himself toward Cass's lips as Cass bowed his head.

Cass licked around the tip and down the shaft, sliding a big paw across LA's thigh.

"Fuck, that's nice." LA sighed. "God, your tongue is amazing, baby."

Cass grinned and licked up the other side of LA's cock, purring contentedly. He lapped at it like he was eating an ice cream cone, and LA could feel his purring buzzing away through his tongue. Cass slid his tongue around the tip and then sucked the first few inches into his mouth.

LA relaxed and moved his hands to pet the top of Cass's head, savoring the tight heat surrounding him.

Cass continued to use his tongue as he took more of LA's cock, effortlessly swallowing him down as he bobbed his head. He pushed until his nose was buried in LA's groin, and his long tongue coiled around LA's cock and squeezed tight.

"Holy shit!" LA gasped, his hips twitching. "Cassie, oh, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck—" He didn't recognize anything else as a known word in the English language. It was a litany of hurried sounds, urgent whines, and breathless moans.

No other blowjob could hope to compare to this, especially not with the wonderful way Cass's tongue squeezed and slid around LA's cock while it was still buried deep inside Cass's mouth. It was a barrage of heat, pressure, and incredible sensation, and LA knew he couldn't last under such intense attentions.

"Cass," he warned, his stomach and thighs flexing. "Baby, I'm… I'm really… Ah!"

Cass simply sucked LA faster and kneaded his hips, urging him to move.

LA mewled and thrust upward, chasing more of that lovely friction as he grabbed Cass's horns to hang on tight. His climax was fast approaching, he could practically taste it, and—oh fuck!

Cramp, cramp, cramp .

"Fuck! Cass!" LA grunted in pain as his back seized up, the pain shooting down his leg like a bolt of lightning. " Stop !"

Cass popped right off. "Elly? What's wrong?"

LA twisted up into a sitting position, bending his legs to help alleviate the pain. "Sorry, sorry, fuck, sorry—"

"What happened? Did I hurt you?"

LA grimaced. "My fucking back spasmed. Fuck, I was right there ."

Cass rubbed LA's calf. "Oh, Elly, I'm so sorry."

LA groaned and tried stretching his legs out. The tension almost immediately returned and he growled. "I even took a fucking muscle relaxer. This is fucking stupid."

Cass tilted his head. "What if…"

"What?"

"You need to be in that position, correct?"

"Yeah?"

"What if you—" Cass grinned bashfully. "—bent over the back of the couch? Would that work?"

LA blushed. "Uh, yeah. And where are you gonna be?"

"I was going to put my head between your legs."

"But then the rest of your body is gonna be at a really weird ass angle."

"Is it?" Cass blinked.

"Look." LA carefully shifted onto his knees, arching his back as he put his elbows on the back of the couch. It was definitely comfortable like this, but he didn't see how it would be for Cass. "If you stick your head down there between my knees—oh fuck!" He yelped as Cass did just that, his long tongue lapping from LA's balls to the head of his dick.

Cass moved LA's legs so his knees were resting on his upper chest as he leaned back. "How's this?"

LA shivered at Cass's hot breath tickling his groin. "G-good. This is really fuckin' good. But, but are you sure that's comfortable for you? I mean—"

Cass swallowed LA's cock right back down, and he slid his paws up LA's thighs.

"Fu-uuuck." LA groaned. "Okay, okay, yup. Mmhmm. Good. So very, very, very fuckin' good."

Cass squeezed LA's hips now, urging him to rock into his mouth like before.

LA followed his lead and thrust, each one accompanied by a low cry of pleasure. He clawed at the couch as he fucked Cass's perfect mouth, losing himself to the incredible drag of Cass's tongue and lips.

The urge for release was growing once more and LA surrendered to it, getting loud as Cass's relentless suction drove him to the edge. His body drew tighter and tighter before his climax hit and he sagged, his cock spilling down Cass's throat as he groaned.

Cass growled and pawed at LA's hips, swallowing him down ravenously.

"Ah… Oh fuck." LA writhed as his cock quickly became too sensitive, and he reached down to smack at the top of Cass's head. "Cass! Mm, Cassie! I'm good! So fucking good!"

Cass obediently pulled away. "Mmm, very good."

LA sagged against the couch and tried to catch his breath.

Cass kissed LA's hip, rubbing his sides gently. "Better?"

"Mm, hey, the first time was really good too." LA wheezed out a little laugh. "Not your fault my back decided to fuck it up."

Cass nuzzled LA's back. "I'm sorry. I only wanted to make you feel good."

"Oh, don't worry, you did." LA tensed as Cass approached the base of his spine.

"Is…" Cass paused. "Is this where you have pain?"

"Yeah. Here." LA reached back, sliding his fingers down to show Cass. "L4 L5. And right below that, L5 S1."

Cass kissed each spot with a feathery press of his lips, as if he was afraid he might harm LA somehow.

LA wasn't sure why, but the affection made him flush.

Cass continued to kiss down to the very end of LA's tailbone, stopping there as his paws settled on LA's ass cheeks.

"Admiring the view?" LA wiggled his hips a little.

"Yes." Cass sounded like he was smiling. "You really are quite beautiful."

LA inhaled sharply as Cass spread his cheeks. "Y-yeah?"

"Every part of you is exquisite." Cass sighed, his breath tickling a bit. "I wish to taste you again, Elly."

"Again?"

"Here?" Cass shyly licked over LA's hole.

LA's spent cock twitched. "Okay, you've convinced me."

"Really?" Cass squeaked excitedly.

"Yes!" LA laughed. "Fuck, you sound like I just said you could open up a present before Christmas."

Cass giggled. "Why? Because I sound so overjoyed and delighted?"

"Definitely the most delighted to ever eat my ass."

"Clearly, it hasn't been eaten by anyone who truly appreciates it then, seeing as how it is a very perfect ass." Cass kissed LA's ass cheek. "But…" He hesitated. "This still isn't too fast?"

"Cass." LA braced himself on the couch so he could turn to smile back at Cass. "By my standards, no. This is still pretty slow. But if you're not sure, we don't have to do anything. Me and my balls will happily suffer, sitting on this couch and snuggling with you, okay? You being uncomfortable isn't worth getting off."

Cass purred and the air filled with bubbles.

LA blinked. "I can't tell if that's a yes or a—"

Cass promptly smothered his face in LA's ass.

"Ah fuck!" LA yelped, grabbing the couch as Cass's tongue went to town on his hole. He laughed breathlessly, the sensation tickling in a way that made him squirm. He took a deep breath to relax, breathing through the overwhelming feeling, and then groaned as the tip of Cass's tongue pressed inside.

Cass firmly spread LA's cheeks as he steadily worked himself in deeper, his claws lightly pricking LA's flesh. There was a slight stretch, but Cass was so patient that LA didn't feel any discomfort. The rough texture of Cass's tongue was a welcome one, adding another level of pleasure that LA instantly wanted more of.

He'd loved it on his dick too, but his insides seemed even more sensitive, and LA moaned loudly, making sure Cass knew how much he was enjoying this. The whole of Cass's tongue was thick beyond its pointed tip, on par with the average cock, but it won extra points for how it could move.

Cass licked around LA's inner walls, easily twisting this way and that and swirling at the most impossible and ecstasy inducing angles.

LA's toes curled and he clung to the couch, crying out when Cass's tongue found his prostate. He'd never been particularly sensitive there or experienced an orgasm from this type of stimulation alone, but fuck if Cass wasn't trying to make a believer out of him.

It might have been the gentle press of Cass's tongue or the way it seemed to swell as it thrust so precisely.

LA could feel a deep ache building inside of him, the tease of something wonderful, and he tried to focus on it before it slipped away. He quieted down as he tensed, trying to will it to happen, but then it was gone. He grunted in frustration, somehow too sensitive and yet still in need of more stimulation.

Cass growled softly, a sound that perhaps was meant to be reassuring. He squeezed LA's hips as he shifted his position, and LA heard the coffee table creak from a new influx of weight.

LA distantly realized that Cass was sitting on the coffee table now, but his brain didn't register much beyond that. He was far too focused on trying to come again, grinding back on Cass's face as he tried to get more of whatever it was he needed.

Cass redoubled his efforts, thrusting harder and faster. He purred enthusiastically, the vibrations carrying through to where he was pounding his tongue into LA's body.

Each fierce slam punched a cry out from the back of LA's throat, a choked sound of bliss that grew increasingly more frantic. The need for release was dizzying, his skin overheated and prickled with sweat, but he still couldn't get himself there. Just having come before this probably wasn't helping, and neither was being so unfamiliar with whatever magic Cass was doing with his tongue, but damn if LA didn't want to come one more time.

Fuck it.

He grabbed his cock, marveling at the precome that had already accumulated at the slit. He rubbed it down his shaft before stroking firmly. The result was an instant surge of pressure that was going to bring him off in seconds. "Fuck, close. I'm close, so fucking close, fuck! There—!"

His climax came in heavy shudders, his cock spilling over his fingers as he thrust into nothing. Cass's tongue was still pushing against the wonderful place inside of him and it seemed to drag each shudder longer and longer. LA was trembling by the time he was spent, breathing out sobs into the couch as he all but collapsed.

Cass slid out his tongue so he could press a sweet little kiss to LA's hip. "Oh, Elly. Sweetheart. The sounds you make… They're like music. I could listen to you for hours."

"Uh-huh." LA panted haggardly.

Cass rubbed LA's side. "Are you all right? That wasn't too much?"

"Nope. Great. One sec."

Cass hummed curiously. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Uh-huh." LA swept his hand over his damp forehead and into his equally sweaty hair. "Need a cigarette after that."

"Huh." Cass chirped. "You don't smoke, do you?"

"Nope. You're just that good." LA grinned, looking blearily back at Cass.

"Thank you, Elly. I must say, you are that good too."

"I didn't do anything." LA laughed weakly, glancing down at the coffee table where Cass was seated. "I just…"

Wait.

Oh no.

"Elly?" Cass frowned worriedly. He tracked LA's gaze and then cringed in horror. "Oh no !"

Cass had sat right on LA's painting.

The doorbell rang.

"Oh fuck!" LA groaned. "The food!" He slid backward, trying to get his legs to cooperate, but they were about as strong as wet spaghetti.

Cass jumped up, squealing miserably. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to—"

"It's fine!" LA struggled to get his feet under him so he could stand. "I can fix it! I'll fix it! But first I need pants! Where are my pants?"

"Oh, uh…" Cass turned around frantically.

The painting was still stuck to his ass.

LA grimaced and tried to grab it. Cass turned at the last second and LA's hand smacked into Cass's crotch instead. "Wait, why are you wet?"

"I really enjoyed bringing you pleasure—"

LA gawked at the wetness on his hand and then licked it with a lustful sigh.

"Oh sure !" Cass threw up his paws. "You'll eat my come but a little tiny glob of spit is gross!"

The doorbell rang again.

"Hold that thought!" LA reached around to peel the painting off Cass's butt and fling it onto the coffee table. A quick glance reassured him that it was salvageable, and he hurried to grab his pants on his way to the door.

"Elly! Here!" Cass clapped his paws.

The pants were instantly on LA. "Thanks!" He took a deep breath and then opened the door, hoping he didn't look too freshly fucked out.

The food was in a neat—if not very large—pile on the mat, and the driver was already halfway back to their vehicle.

"Thank you!" LA called out to them, giving a quick wave before crouching to attempt picking up all the food.

"Aw, here." Cass was right behind him and reached over his head to grab the bags up. "I can help!"

"Uh, what if someone sees you?"

"I'm invisible." Cass giggled, carrying the bounty inside.

"So, if anyone looked over, they'd see what?" LA snorted as he shut the door and locked it. "Floating food?"

"Oh." Cass's tail twitched. "I didn't think about that."

"I'm sure it's fine." LA chuckled and joined Cass over by the couch. He picked up the canvas to get a better look at the damage and…

It wasn't actually that bad.

The rainbow waves were mostly dry, the only sign of Cass's butt being some crinkly looking texture probably created by his fur in a few spots that hadn't completely dried. The gold tube of paint he'd left out to use later had unfortunately exploded across the bottom of the canvas and had the same fun butt fur texture.

Huh.

"I cleaned up the floor and the coffee table," Cass said quickly. "If you'd like, I can remove the paint from the canvas as well."

"Can I see your paw?"

"My paw?" Cass tilted his head as he offered it out. "What is it?"

LA grabbed Cass's paw and laced their fingers together. He pressed the sides of their joined hands into the gold paint on the side of the canvas where it had dribbled over and then pressed them into the big blank space in the center.

The resulting impression was small, smooth, and cracked on one side while the other was big and crinkly. Someone might be able to tell part of it was from a human's hand, but LA sincerely doubted anyone would ever make sense of Cass's.

"There." LA grinned. "I'll finish it up later once it's all dry."

"Oh! That's nice." Cass smiled warmly. He squeezed LA's hand. "Would you like me to clean us up?"

"Yes, please. Unless…"

"What?"

"Do you still have paint on your ass?"

"Well, yes, I was—oh!" Cass squeaked as LA kneeled in front of him. "What are you doing?"

"Turn around." LA smirked. "Please. It's for art."

"Oh dear." Cass presented his backside to LA, which was indeed still covered in gold paint.

LA tilted the canvas to press against Cass's butt, spreading the paint in crinkled patches around the rainbow waves. He checked his progress a few times before he was satisfied, saying cheerfully, "All done! You may de-paint-ify your butt now."

Cass turned around, pouting even as rainbow confetti fluttered everywhere and the last of the paint mess vanished. "You made that word up."

"Yes, I did." LA chuckled as he carefully laid the canvas over on the floor in front of the TV. "Okay, I'm putting the painting right over here ."

Cass kept pouting. "That is not necessary."

"Are you sure?" LA was still kneeling, and he poked Cass's leg. "I mean, I understand that my ass is so fantastic that you were distracted—"

"Your ass is very distracting," Cass confirmed.

"Yeah?" LA palmed Cass's thighs. "So distracted that you came, right?"

Cass squeaked. "Well, yes, I… I didn't mean to."

LA leaned in close, nuzzling Cass's groin. His fur was soft and dry. "Aw, you already cleaned up."

"Well, yes." Cass blinked in confusion. "I was very sticky."

"Doesn't seem fair, does it?" LA nosed through Cass's fur, using his tongue to part it in search of that smooth slit. "I came twice and you only came once, and I didn't even help you."

Cass squeaked again. "Oh, that's, that's all right. You don't have to—"

"We take turns, right?" LA smirked. "That's what you said. So, I'm pretty sure it's your turn now." He found the slit and licked it firmly, sliding the tip of his tongue from one end to the other. "Come on, Cassie…"

Cass groaned softly. "But… But our food…"

"It's fine. That's why God gave us microwaves." LA groaned as the slit opened and he could thrust his tongue inside, immediately finding the slick head of Cass's cock. He lapped around it, urging it to slip out.

"I… If you, if you're very sure."

"Oh, so very sure."

Cass shuddered, his cock slowly extending from his body. He didn't seem to know what to do with his paws, his claws kneading at empty air as he gazed down at LA.

LA gently guided Cass's paws to his hair as he licked around the head, enjoying the sweet taste of skin and slick precome. He had to open his jaw wide to fit it in his mouth, and he struggled to take on much beyond that. He stroked what he couldn't get into his mouth, which was a lot, and he thumbed over the ridges.

Cass groaned encouragingly, a low and deep sound that sounded almost like a howl. His paws kneaded LA's hair as he purred. "Oh, Elly. Oh, sweetheart. That, that is wonderful. I need to, I…"

LA flinched in surprise as Cass's cock vibrated. He knew he should have expected it, but it was still strange. His entire head buzzed from the powerful sensation, but he kept sucking as hard as he could. He pushed himself until he felt the first of Cass's ridges slide into his mouth, stroking the shaft firmly.

"Elly!" Cass cried in warning.

LA thought he was ready for it.

He was not.

The first pulse completely filled LA's mouth, the second overflowing and spilling out down his chin before he could swallow. He tried to keep sucking and move his tongue, but he was fighting not to choke.

"Oh, oh, oh, sweetheart! Oh fuck !" Cass groaned hungrily as he tugged LA's hair.

LA didn't think he'd heard Cass curse before, and he took it as high praise as he continued to gulp down as much of Cass's come as he could. He pulled off when he thought Cass was done, staring up at him with a breathless grin, some of Cass's come running from his chin down his neck. "There. Now we've even."

"Uh… huh." Cass squeaked. "Even."

LA reached for Cass's paws to pull himself up with a grunt. "Wanna help with one last cleanup?"

"Absolutely." Cass wrapped his arms around LA to bring him in for a sweet kiss.

LA could feel the stickiness fading and he grinned. "Mm, you are pretty fuckin' magical."

"So are you." Cass purred away. "Thank you, Elly. I've, I've very, very much enjoyed our time together."

"So have I." LA kissed him. "Now come on. We got some food to enjoy, probably some more Firefly to watch, and…" He paused. "What's tomorrow?"

"It is the fifteenth."

"Shit." LA's stomach dropped. "It's Friday ."

"Yay!" Cass cheered. "TGIF!"

"No, no. It's my appointment with the lawyer."

"Oh… So no TGIF? Or is it still a TGIF situation?"

LA forced a smile. "I guess we'll see, right?"

"No matter what happens, I will be here with you," Cass soothed. "You are strong . You are powerful and wonderful and creative. If you get your old job back, then yay! Great! I know you will be happy. But even if you can't, you're still going to have a bright and fulfilling future. I believe in you, Elly. Everything is going to be okay."

LA clung to Cass and shut his eyes, taking a deep breath.

Fuck, he hoped Cass was right.

He really, really did.