7. Chapter 7

Chapter seven

C ass's lips were soft, sweet, and tasted like syrupy soda and rich cake. The swirl of his tongue was instantly intoxicating, not only because of its surprising length, but it also had a faint roughness that LA was eager to explore.

As far as first kisses went, it was pretty perfect.

The crush of Cass's powerful arms made LA's back twitch, but he couldn't be bothered to care. Not when a kiss had never felt this hot or exciting—

Except Cass was stopping.

Wait, why was Cass stopping?

"Elly." Cass cradled LA close, a bit breathless. "I, I meant what I said. Every word. About being taken with you and—"

"Okay. Great." LA leaned in to kiss Cass again.

Cass gently pushed LA back. "Wait. Please."

"What is it?" LA scowled.

"It is because I like you so much that I do not wish to rush this," Cass said firmly. "You've only just ended your relationship with Gavin, and we still have a lot of work to do rebuilding your strength—"

"I don't care. I want you. I want something good and fucking nice for once in my life and—"

Cass kissed him firmly. "And you will, but not yet."

"What the fuck do you mean not yet ?" LA clung to Cass's shoulders. "What the hell are you waiting for?"

"To make sure that your intentions are genuine and you're not simply rebounding," Cass replied smoothly. "If I took you to bed and rocked your little human world for hours on end, can you actually say that you'd still want me tomorrow? The day after that? Would this really be the start of something meaningful and emotionally fulfilling? Or would this only be a means to an end to satisfy your loneliness and pain?"

"I'm still stuck on rocking my human world for hours on end —"

" Elly ."

"Sorry!"

Cass sighed, nuzzling the top of LA's head. "We've only just met, and I do not want this to interfere with my true purpose here."

"And by this , you mean wanting to rock my human world for hours on end."

"Elly, please." Cass pouted.

"You're the one who said hours—" LA gasped as Cass pinned him against the counter, his big paws boxing him in. He stared stupidly up at Cass, his heart racing, and he scrambled to brace himself on Cass's chest.

"Behave," Cass warned, his voice carrying a deep growl. "I am trying to have a serious conversation with you."

"Uh-huh." LA nodded. "Holy fuck. Yup."

"What?"

"That was hot."

Cass blinked. "What was?"

"The whole pushing me against the counter and using your Daddy voice."

Cass let out a very un-Daddy-like squeak and then argued, "I only wanted you to pay attention!"

"You've definitely got my attention. And my erection."

"Oh my God."

LA chuckled and rubbed Cass's chest. "Okay, but seriously. Yeah, you're right. It's fast. All of this is. Think I took the whole finding out monsters are real pretty well, but liking one is, uh…"

"Perhaps a bit of a surprise?"

"A bit, yeah." LA snorted. "But I do. Like you." He adjusted his feet, trying to get comfortable. "Enough that I don't want you to think this is any kind of a rebound thing or any of that, okay?"

Cass frowned as he watched LA squirm. "Are you all right?"

"What? Fine. Just my back."

"Would sitting be more comfortable?"

"Yeah, but—shit!" LA grunted as Cass picked him up and gently deposited him on the counter.

"Is that all right?" Cass tilted his head. "Did I hurt you?"

"No. This is fine." LA urged Cass closer so he was slotted between his legs. He draped his arms over Cass's shoulders and leaned their foreheads together. "This is good."

Cass rubbed LA's back. "I liked baking with you. Watching the movies."

"Even the scary one?"

"Yes. I also liked snuggling with you." Cass smiled shyly, purring as he kissed LA's cheek. "And… kissing you."

"Are you sure?" LA smirked.

"What?"

"Are you sure you liked it?" LA glanced over Cass's lips. "I mean, I could use a few more. Just so that we're both sure about this."

Cass narrowed his eyes. "I know what you're doing."

"Yeah?" LA tilted his head in.

"It won't work."

LA kissed Cass's cheek, the curve of his jaw, and then hovered over his mouth. "Oh, I think it will."

Cass's purring grew louder. "I suppose you're welcome to try."

LA grinned and kissed Cass eagerly.

It was just as perfect as before, sweet and hot, and LA curled his legs around Cass's hips to keep him close. He loved touching Cass's fur, and he wanted more of his long tongue, licking into his mouth to urge it back out.

Cass replied by twirling his tongue around LA's with a happy little snarl.

Holy shit.

LA moaned and kissed Cass more passionately, rolling his body forward as much as he could. It tugged on his back, but he ignored it in favor of seeking more of a connection. He used his heels to draw Cass in, gasping as Cass pressed right up against him.

Cass was big, warm, and LA couldn't even wrap his legs all the way around him. He hugged his neck instead, feeling over his fur and horns as they continued to make out.

LA was already getting hard—how could he not?

Cass shifted his paws to squeeze LA's hips, grinding his own forward with a loud growl.

LA didn't know what turned him on more, the growl or the possessive grip, but he definitely wanted more. He dragged his fingers through the thick mane of fur around Cass's neck, raking upward to hold the back of his head as he grinded against him.

This was going slow.

Totally.

Just a heated make out session in the kitchen.

That was it.

So very, very heated.

LA gasped as Cass pushed his shirt up to caress bare skin, and LA arched forward more purposefully. His cock was trapped in the leg of his pants, and he tilted his body to focus his rutting there. Something big and thick coiled around his waist and he gasped, looking down to find it was Cass's tail.

White-hot desire rippled through LA's loins and he shuddered, clinging to Cass even tighter. He wanted to increase the building pressure, seizing Cass's lips in another fierce kiss. He couldn't remember the last time he'd made out like this, especially stone-cold sober, and he found himself absolutely starved for every little bit of affection Cass would give him.

Cass thrust his body forward and the jolt of friction made LA cry out.

"Elly?" Cass immediately stopped, his bright eyes wide with worry. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm…" LA panted and smoothed his hands through his hair. "That felt really fuckin' good."

Cass rubbed LA's sides, retreating a bit. "I was worried I hurt you."

"I'm all right," LA soothed. "I'm not broken, remember? I'd let you know if you did anything that was really gonna hurt me."

Cass kissed LA's forehead. "Well, we should probably stop now before we get too carried away."

"Seriously?" LA bucked his hips forward. "Come on."

Cass growled pleasurably. "Elly, we need to take this slow, remember?"

"Are hand jobs considered slow?"

"Uh, hmm. I'm not sure actually."

LA pressed forward again, trying to gauge if Cass was hard too. "Are you, uh…"

"Hmm?"

"Kinda can't tell if you're enjoying this."

"Oh!" Cass grinned sheepishly. "Please trust that I am. I am merely, hmm, tucked away."

"Tucked away?" LA looked down between them, immediately intrigued.

Cass was probably blushing under his fur with how he stammered, "It's, well, it's perfectly normal for imps! We, we, sort of have them inside. And then they go outside. When it's time. For things. Intimate things."

"May I…?" LA slid a hand down Cass's stomach and then paused.

"Yes, please." Cass shuddered.

LA dipped his hand lower, fanning his hand over Cass's groin. At first, he felt nothing but silky fur and firm skin. He reached a bit more and found a sleek line that felt like a scar. He traced it back and forth, trying to visualize what he was touching.

Cass gasped, shivering all over.

"Here?" LA asked quietly.

"Yes. That's my slit." Cass panted. "Please… Don't stop."

"I won't." LA loved how responsive Cass was, as if he hadn't been touched in ages. It was also thrilling to have such a strong beast squirming for him, and he felt powerful and sexy in a way he hadn't before. It was immediately addictive and he kept massaging the slit, gasping as it suddenly parted.

Inside, his exploring fingers found something big, smooth, and bulbous—the head of a cock.

"There," Cass whimpered, grabbing the counter on either side of LA to brace himself. Bubbles filled the air around them, each one glittering with gold. "Mmm, keep going, Elly. Please, please, please."

LA stroked over the head and it extended out from the slit. It happened rapidly and LA almost instantly had a very long, very thick cock in his hand. It was a warm peachy color along the shaft, and the tip was a rich shade of brown darker than Cass's fur.

The head wasn't quite as defined as a human's would be, and starting about halfway down the shaft were ridges that grew thicker toward the base. LA traced around where it emerged from the slit, but he didn't feel anything else, like a sack or something similar. He went back to playing with Cass's cock, sliding his fingers up and down the girthy shaft.

And then…

It vibrated .

The ridges vibrated as Cass purred, and the buzzing was so strong that it felt like LA was squeezing a vibrator.

"Holy shit." LA stroked slowly, dragging his thumb firmly across each ridge. "Cass, you're fucking amazing."

"Are you, uh, pleased?" Cass asked with a shy smile.

"Very fucking pleased." LA licked his lips and focused his stroking, squeezing here and there as he tried to track what Cass liked the most.

Cass seemed to be a big fan of everything LA was doing, but he growled when LA thumbed over his slit. It immediately leaked a dribble of a clear liquid that had a gold shimmer to it.

LA slid his thumb through it, marveling as more dripped out. He used it to slick up his hand and keep jerking off Cass, working over the ridges and back up again.

"May I…?" Cass whined as he looked down between them. "May I touch you as well?"

"Yeah." LA fumbled as he tried to unbutton his pants one-handed. "Shit, hang on."

"Here, let me." Cass went for the button of LA's jeans, but it got caught in his claws and promptly popped off. "Oh no! I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. Fuck it."

"I think it rolled under the table. Just one second—"

"Cass, I literally have your dick in my hand and I wanna come. Forget about the fucking button." LA kissed him. "I don't care if you rip my fucking pants off right now, okay?"

"Oh!" Cass grinned. "Really?"

"Really. Come on and—" LA gasped as Cass grabbed his jeans on either side of the fly and tore them open. The denim shredded like paper down to the seam in the crotch and LA suddenly had some hesitation about Cass giving him a handjob.

Cass went for LA's briefs next, his claws delicately peeling them down to free LA's hard cock. "Oh, Elly. You're so beautiful."

"So are you." LA smiled, his chest heaving. "Your claws, uh…"

"Don't worry." Cass smiled and held up his paw. The claws retracted back into the tip of his fingers. "I will not hurt you, I promise."

"Thank fuck." LA groaned as Cass curled his paw around his cock to give him a firm squeeze. LA almost needed two hands to stroke Cass's dick, following his slow pace for now. He dragged Cass back into a needy kiss, thrusting his tongue into his mouth.

Cass almost immediately sped up, jerking LA off with firm, quick pulls. His tongue slid against LA's, his other paw squeezing LA's hip possessively as he growled.

LA bucked into Cass's grip and matched the new frantic rhythm, letting the warm rush of pleasure wash over him. His cock was absolutely throbbing and he was desperate for relief, trying to thrust harder into Cass's paw.

Cass withdrew his tongue to murmur, "Easy, Elly. Don't worry. I'm going to take such good care of you, I promise." He withdrew his paw and urged LA to let go too.

"Mmm, wh-what?" LA panted, chasing Cass's lips. "I was getting close."

"Trust me. I've got you." Cass smiled warmly and pressed close, curling his tail around their cocks. The end was thin enough that he could coil it a few times, creating a snug sheath that squeezed their dicks together.

"H-holy shit." LA scrambled to brace himself against Cass's chest.

"See? I've got you." Cass touched LA's face and kissed him sweetly. "I'm going to make you feel so very, very good."

LA was now torn between kissing Cass and wanting to watch what his tail was doing, especially once it started moving.

Cass was able to squeeze each coil individually and create a fantastic pulsing sensation as he stroked them. The heat of Cass's cock rubbing against LA's added another level of pleasure, and LA let himself get swept up in it. He'd never felt anything like this, and he couldn't get enough—Cass's kisses, his gentle touch, and Jesus fucking Christ, all that sexy shit he was doing with his tail.

LA shuddered and moaned, pleading, "Please. Please don't stop. Fuck, mmm, I'm right there."

"Me too. Elly… I'm…" Cass purred urgently.

Which, of course, made his cock vibrate.

LA yowled as he came, the powerful vibrations right there against his cock driving him over the edge. His back twinged, but he ignored it, his only focus on his pulse throbbing in the head of his dick as he spilled, gasping with each delicious quiver.

Cass's tail kept squeezing, wringing out every last drop. He stiffened, growled, and then climaxed with a snarl, his cock pulsing a thick load that dribbled over his tail and splashed onto the floor.

"Oh my fuck." LA stared, watching as Cass continued to come. He was absolutely stunned by the volume, and he couldn't stop himself from reaching down to swipe his fingers through it for a taste.

It was sweet, almost sugary, and he lapped greedily at his fingertips.

Cass continued to purr, though the vibrations of his cock dropped to a low buzz. He loosened his tail and smiled dopily. "That was… lovely."

"Very fucking lovely," LA agreed as he grabbed Cass's tail. He pulled it up to his mouth to start licking off Cass's come. "Fuck, you taste so damn good."

Cass squeaked and there was the distinct sound of several bubbles popping. "Elly!"

He sounded absolutely scandalized.

"What?" LA curled his tongue along the very tip. "Imps don't lick each other's tails?"

Cass panted. "Well, they, uh, they do, but it's, hmm. I, I don't know a good equivalent for humans… It's, it's considered kinky."

"Oh?" LA grinned. "So you're into some kinky stuff then, huh?"

Cass squirmed like a worm on a hook. "It, it does feel nice."

LA kissed Cass's tail and decided he'd tortured him enough. He let go so he could kiss Cass's lips instead, sighing contentedly. "Mmm, definitely gonna be revisiting that later. Just so you know."

"I look forward to it." Cass leaned their foreheads together and smiled.

"Me too." LA hugged Cass close, playing with the fur on the back of his neck and enjoying the closeness. His spine wasn't pleased with everything his hips had been doing, but he didn't care.

Fucking worth it.

"I suppose I should clean us up before we get sticky." Cass kissed LA once more before taking a step back.

"Yeah. I should put my dick away and get some not ripped pants."

"I can absolutely fix that!" Cass beamed, waving his paw.

All the mess from their release vanished, LA's pants transformed into a pair of black sweatpants, and of course, there was rainbow confetti raining down on them both.

LA laughed, swatting at the colorful bits. "So, you couldn't fix my pants, but you could turn them into something else?"

"It wouldn't be the same without the button!"

"Couldn't you just make a new one?"

"Yes, but these are far more comfortable, aren't they?"

LA laughed, urging Cass in for another sweet kiss. "Yes, they are. Thank you." He glanced down, watching in fascination as Cass's cock slid back inside his body. "Wow."

"Mmm?"

"You ever hit the button on a vacuum cleaner to make the cord retract? Reminds me of that."

Cass pouted, the remaining bubbles popping. "My intimate parts remind you of a household appliance?"

"Aw, I'm sorry." LA snickered and gave Cass another kiss. "It's a very sexy appliance. You fucking vibrate for fuck's sake."

"You don't?" Cass frowned. "I thought perhaps you weren't fully enjoying yourself."

"No, no. Sorry, humans don't vibrate. Not on our own anyway. But I definitely enjoyed it. Ten out of ten. Five stars."

Cass brightened and hugged LA gently. "Thank you." He paused, hesitating a little as he asked, "It was really all right?"

"It was amazing." LA smiled. "Best hand-tail-job I've ever had."

Cass purred and carefully picked LA up to set him back on the floor. He still held him close, wrapping his arms around LA's sides as he kissed his forehead. "This is still taking things slow, yes?"

"Slow enough." LA snorted. "I think it's safe to say we had great chemistry."

"Would you like to go watch the show now?"

"I'd fucking love to." LA took Cass's paw to lead the way. "Still gotta figure out what to do for dinner."

"Remember! We need to eat something healthy."

"Yes, sir." LA rolled his eyes. "What about Chinese food? Maybe Thai?" He urged Cass to sit down so he could stretch out and put his head in his lap again. "That's healthy."

Cass hummed. "Is it though?"

"Absolutely." LA grinned as they both got settled. "It has vegetables, uh, rice is good for you, and hey, chicken is a low-fat protein. Or something."

"I think you're just saying that because you want more junk." Cass raised his brow. "And didn't you say earlier you'd spent too much money on those tires?"

"Yeah, that was before the awesome hand-tail-job. I feel like we deserve Chinese food."

"Here. I'll order it. My treat."

"What? You have a monster credit card?"

"Ha ha, no. I have a Platinum Visa, thank you." Cass held up his paw and his phone appeared. "Any place in particular around here that you like? I could go ahead and order it now so we don't have to worry about it."

"Okay, yeah." LA smiled. "Hot Dragon over on Wendell Street. My personal favorite."

"All right." Cass tapped on his phone for a moment and then passed it over to LA. "Go ahead and order whatever you'd like."

"Are you sure? I really like Chinese food."

Cass raised a brow. "I highly doubt you're going to order more than me."

"I mean, I wasn't going to say anything, but you did eat like half the cake by yourself."

Cass playfully poked LA's chest. "Doesn't someone have a TV show to put on?"

"As soon as I'm done picking my food like someone wanted me to." LA smirked, ordering sesame chicken, vegetable lo mein, beef and broccoli, and two egg rolls. He passed Cass's phone back to him. "Here. My treat next time, okay?"

"Uh-huh." Cass batted his eyes as he poked at the phone screen.

LA reached for the remote. "I have the DVDs, but we can just stream it." His phone buzzed from where he'd left it on the coffee table, and he picked it up on instinct to see who it was.

Oh God, it was his mother .

He immediately put it back down and aggressively thumbed the remote keys.

Cass's phone vanished in a poof of confetti. "All right! It will be delivered at seven o'clock. I hope that's not too early. Too late? Oh, hmm, I should have asked first—"

"It's fine," LA snapped.

"What's wrong?" Cass rubbed his chest.

"Nothing."

"Elly."

LA didn't want to look at Cass because he knew he would be giving him that damn pout that made him look like a big puppy. He could feel Cass staring at him and peeked up, confirming his suspicion.

Yup.

Full puppy pout on display.

LA grabbed Cass's paw, toying with one of his claws.

He really didn't want to talk about his mother or the wedding. It was a nasty can of worms he'd rather stay buried forever and pretend didn't even exist. He thought for a long moment about what Cass had said about sharing empathy and patience with the world—not that he had any of those things for his mother or the situation, but maybe sharing what was happening would help.

Or at least give him a chance to bitch to an objective party.

"My mother is on me about going to my brother's wedding," LA said at last.

"Is this a story that requires alcohol?" Cass asked carefully. "I know sometimes that helps."

"Oh, so now you're encouraging me to drink?"

"I don't want to deny you one of your coping mechanisms for what sounds like will be a very uncomfortable conversation." Cass tapped the coffee table and a glass with a dark brown liquid appeared. "Spiced rum and Dr Pepper, right?"

"Thanks, Cassie." LA grabbed for the glass.

Just as he tried to sit up to take a sip, a giant pink swirly straw appeared in the glass.

"Thanks." LA rolled his eyes but took a long slurp through the straw before returning the drink to the table. "So, the short version is that my mother wants me to go to the wedding and I don't want to go."

"And the long version?"

LA sighed and picked up his drink for a more lengthy slurp.

Cass kept rubbing his chest, waiting patiently.

"The long version is that my brother, Carter, is marrying Katie, the girl who made my life a living hell in middle school and high school." LA kept drinking, grateful for the familiar burn and hoping it would fuzz over the sudden ache of pain in his chest. "Think of every homophobic thing you can say to a person, multiply it by a thousand, and oh yeah, she got me suspended and then tried to have me arrested for assault."

Cass's paw tensed for a moment, but then went back to the soothing petting. "What happened?"

"Senior year. Was trying to get a sip of water from the fountain and she came up behind me and slammed my face into the faucet. I choked, snarfed a bunch of water, ended up spitting it all over her. She slapped me. So, I pushed her. Hard. I didn't mean to, but I just wanted to get her away from me. She slips in the water on the ground and crashes into the lockers, splits her head open, blood everywhere. Suspended for two weeks."

"But it was an accident," Cass said softly.

"The principal didn't see it that way and her parents damn sure didn't."

"She attacked you first."

"Yeah, they didn't care." LA slurped more of his drink, though it did little to quell the chasm opening up inside of him now. "Just like they didn't care that she had been bullying me for years."

"I am so very sorry, Elly." Cass murmured. "That wasn't fair and—"

"Can we talk about something else?" LA said suddenly, fighting the heat stinging his eyes. "Please?"

"Oh. Of course." Cass purred softly. "I'm not going anywhere."

LA swallowed hard and clung to Cass's paw. "Thank you."

"Ready for the best television show ever?" Cass said cheerfully.

"Beyond fucking ready. Let's go." LA pressed play on the first episode and turned his drink up. He needed something to numb the residual ache, the pain that wouldn't leave, and he was desperate to slow his swirling thoughts.

Cass fidgeted.

LA waited, thinking he was about to say something.

But nothing.

Cass fidgeted again.

LA looked up, noticing that Cass wasn't looking at the television but at the crotch of LA's sweatpants. "What's wrong?"

"Oh! Nothing! I was wondering about something." Cass grinned sheepishly. "Are your…?"

"What?"

"Are your parts always… out?"

LA laughed. "Yes. Sorry, we don't have cool cock slits like you do. Although, I mean, I guess we technically do have, like, a ball cavity…"

"Oh?"

"Just look up drag queen tucking videos."

"That sounds like fun! I love drag queens!" Cass practically trembled with excitement. "Do you like RuPaul's Drag Race ?"

"Is water wet?"

"Yay!"