Epilogue

One year later.

Ben

I enter our hotel room at the Sunset Paradise, my insides squeezing with nerves. It’s our one-year anniversary today and Charlie has been in charge of the logistics for the celebration. We agreed we’d take turns when we started dating, and I can’t wait for our second year. I’m already making plans.

I’ve never been to Cyprus before. It’s part of the reason I’m buzzing like a student about to stand before the class and introduce himself. But the bigger part is Charlie. He’s been here since yesterday, getting everything ready, and I have no idea what it might be. But knowing him, I’m going to love it.

“Babe, you there?” I call out, dumping my suitcase next to the plush couch in the lounge.

There is a balcony, the lace drapes billowing inside at the hands of a sea-scented breeze. I can just about spy the beach from the open door, white and blue sun umbrellas dotting the wide stretch of golden sand. I can’t wait to bury my feet in it. I bet it will be glorious.

“You are here!” Charlie ambles into the room, his cheeks rosy and his breathing elevated. He’s wearing shorts with seashells and a simple tank top. “How was your flight?”

My chest tightens, flutters filling my stomach. He’s so fucking cute. “Good, aside from the crying baby two seats behind me.”

Charlie throws his head back and laughs. “There are worse things.”

I love his laugh. It rings around the room like a wind chime, soothing my tired soul. It’s just before noon though, so I doubt I’ll get the chance to sit down just yet. There’s too much to explore around here, food to try, beaches to visit. I can’t wait to see what the island has to offer.

“I’ll try to remember.” I plop into the soft seat, sighing as I get comfortable.

Charlie saunters over and places his hands on my thighs. He leans in, his loose tank top hanging off his lithe torso. My hands move automatically, caressing his bony shoulders as his lips meet mine in an unhurried kiss. It’s deliberate and slow, building up sweet tension under my skin as his tongue thoroughly licks every inch of my mouth. It’s ravenous despite the gentleness, mapping and exploring and owning like we haven’t tasted each other in years.

In truth, it’s been just a day, but even that is too much. Charlie is my anchor, my home, and not having him around even just for a night made me grumpy as shit this morning. It’s been tolerable, for the most part, thanks to the underlying excitement that’s been buzzing through me since I woke up. I just can’t wait to find out what he has in store for our one-year milestone.

“I missed you,” he whispers, pulling away. His hands knead my thighs, the touch teasing but firm.

“I missed you more, babe,” I counter, pushing off the couch to peck his chin.

He chuckles. “I’ll make you a coffee. Go change. You look way too overdressed.”

He sways his perky ass as he retreats to the open kitchen and starts up the coffee machine. Leaning with his elbows on the counter, the fox pushes his hips back, making his flimsy shorts dig into his crease and betray exactly what kind of underwear he’s wearing. My cock wakes up, interested and ready. As if he can tell, Charlie turns his head at me, a shit-eating grin stretching on his face as his eyes zero in on my growing bulge.

“Go change, Ben. I’m hungry and want to eat something before we head to the beach,” he says, wiggling his butt.

I groan, burying my face in my hands. God, I wanna pinch it and squish it and bite it and fuck it with my tongue. Or well, just hold Charlie in my arms for a while. Being away from him for just a day is already giving me withdrawal symptoms.

With a sigh like an old man with arthritis, I stand up and drag my suitcase to the bedroom. Once I’ve changed out of my slacks and hoodie and donned a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of matching shorts over my swimming briefs, I join Charlie in the lounge again. He hands me the coffee and we drink on the balcony as we watch the busy swimming pool and the beach beyond it from the comfort of our two lounging chairs.

“So, what’s the surprise?” I toss when my cup is empty. I place it on the glass table and aim an expectant look Charlie’s way.

His blue eyes sparkle with mischief. “It won’t be a surprise if I told you. But I guarantee you are going to l-o-v-e it.”

“You are such a tease!” I cross my arms, pouting dramatically.

He shakes his head. “C’mon, Mr. Impatient. You got this. You only have to wait until the evening.”

“That’s way too much, considering I’ve been dying to know since we began discussing where to go.”

He hops up and stretches, the movement making his top ride up. It exposes a delicious strip of his skin. It’s so pale that I make a mental reminder to ensure he’s wearing sunscreen. It also calls out to me. I can’t help myself but reach out, kissing his flat stomach and causing him to giggle like a teenager.

“It tickles,” he protests but doesn’t push me away. My hand strays from where it’s resting at the low of his back and slides down, groping one firm globe of ass. “Mm. Stop what you’re doing right now! We have an agenda for the day and we are already running behind!”

“So we might as well make it count, no?”

He wiggles out of my hold, planting his hands on his hips. “Nice try, dork. Let’s go. I found this really nice restaurant by the cliffs. Our reservation is in ten minutes, and it takes fifteen to get there.”

Charlie wasn’t joking when he said he has an agenda prepared. He keeps me occupied for the entire afternoon after we enjoy amazing grilled fish and salad for lunch, taking me to a secluded beach first and then to the central one. We dip into the clear and warm water more than a couple times, and then we get on a small boat. It takes us on a scenic ride around the paradise-like island. Since it’s past the peak for the tourist season, the sights aren’t as crowded as I imagine they were two weeks ago, making it easy to take plenty of dorky photos without being interrupted.

We are back at the hotel just as the sun starts to set. After a quick shower, we head out for dinner, which takes place in another quaint little restaurant with excellent food. We hit a beach club too, the loud music reverberating through me as we dance for a while under the clear, starry sky.

“This was so much fun!” Charlie says as we get back to the suite.

I wrap him in my arms from behind and inhale him, his scent settling in my bones. “It was. And not just the bar. I enjoyed today.”

“I’m glad.” He spins around and hugs me back, his lips grazing along my sternum. “Hey. You mind swinging by the vending machine at the reception? I’m suddenly craving ice cream.”

“Chocolate and hazelnut?”

“If they have it. Otherwise, anything with chocolate is fine.”

I kiss his head. “Alright. Be right back.”

It takes me ten minutes to locate the vending machine, and then another ten to work out which ice cream is which because there are no pictures and the ladies at the reception are busy with guests. I pick two different flavors and make my way back to our floor.

Then I pause. The door to our suite is open. I’m pretty sure I closed and locked it, since Charlie was about to get into the shower. Did he go out somewhere? But he wouldn’t forget to lock; he’s the paranoid type that checks twice.

Nerves a little on edge, I quietly slip inside our suite. The lights are off, with the only source of illumination being what seeps in through the windows and balcony door. I frown.

“Charlie? I got your ice cream…”

I flick the light switch, but nothing happens. Did the fuse go? In this day and age and without a single cloud in the sky?

“In here!” Charlie responds a heartbeat later, his voice a little breathy.

I narrow my gaze at the bedroom at the end of the hallway, the door cracked open. Golden candlelight seeps out, fluttering and dancing along the floor. Suspicious, I approach. My pulse picks up as the smell of cotton candy reaches my nostrils.

“Charlie?” I push open the door. “What are you—”

“Meow!”

My jaw hits the floor, my eyes trying to pop out of their sockets. Charlie is draped sideways over the armchair by the window, dressed in nothing but a pair of lacy armbands, cat ears, stockings and a cat tail that—I suck in a sharp breath—is plugged into his delicious ass.

“Welcome back, Master!” he says, arching his back and showcasing the collar with the bell he’s also put on. “I see you found me some ice cream. I guess they restocked after I emptied the machine of the chocolate flavor this morning.”

Laugher explodes out of me, my cock swelling so fast you’d think it’s a runner sprinting the last ten meters to the finish line. In its defense, the finish line is very very tempting and I can’t wait to get my hands on it.

“Charlie,” I say, licking my lips as my eyes feast on the gorgeous display he’s put on for me. “What is this?”

“Oh, this?” He aches his back again and pushes out his hips, stroking the cat tail like he’s stroking a dick. “It’s my surprise for you. Or did you think that a fun day full of activities and some fondling on the beach is all you’d get?”

In all honestly, I thought his surprise was that bar. The DJ played all my favorite songs and we sat in the VIP area with the booths, so I could touch and tease him to my heart’s content without it turning into a public sex show.

Dick straining against my shorts, I place the ice cream on top of the drawer by the door and walk further into the room. A leather whip lies on the bed next to a bunch of lube packets, some of them empty. I lick my lips. I’d have loved to see Charlie plugging himself with the tail. Next time, I’ll ask him to show me.

“I wouldn’t have complained,” I confess, my breath hitching when he sits up facing forward and spreads his legs. A pink ribbon that matches the ones on his cat ears is wrapped around his flushed cock. It looks so enticing my mouth waters immediately. “But this here certainly made everything ten times better.”

He waves his hand at me like it’s a paw, his dick bouncing with the movement. “Meow, meow. Isn’t it? Now, why don’t you get naked so this catboy can take care of you, Master.”

I snort. It’s sexy as hell, but also a little funny. In an endearing way. I can’t believe Charlie went and made my catboy cosplay fantasy a reality. He loves to dress up and we’ve visited more than a few conventions in the past year, but he always turned me down when I jokingly asked him if he’d be into something like this. I wondered about it every time—seeing as we both have a penchant for trying out different kinks—and I guess this must’ve been the reason. He wanted to make tonight special and he’s nailed it like a champ. The bar will be extra high for me next year. I’m looking forward to it though, so I can try wowing him like he wowed me.

“Sir, yes, sir!” I salute him, biting on my lip as I rid myself of my shirt and shorts.

My cock springs free, hard and already glistening with pre-cum. Charlie drags his tongue along his lips obscenely, his hands rubbing his little pink nipples. I love sucking them when I finger him, and he goes wild when I do it in the mornings and wake him up that way.

Palming myself, I watch him assault them as he rubs his plugged ass against the chair. Little gasps escape him, each one a caress to my heated skin. I need to feel him and make him sing with pleasure. I want to drive him crazy and show him how much I love his little surprise.

I crouch in front of him and take his dick in my mouth. His taste is divine, musky and sweet and so addicting. He purrs in appreciation as I lick along his slit and then swallow him to the root where the ribbon is tied.

“Do you like your surprise, Ben?” he teases, voice low and seductive.

“Very much,” I reply around his shaft, feeling the little shivers as they rack through his body.

It usually takes a little more time for him to get this twitchy, which tells me that he’s done what we agreed on and edged himself for me. I had no idea he was planning on something like this, but I did intend to give him an unforgettable time in this fairytale-like place.

Charlie coils his legs around my neck, dragging my attention to his face. “There’s a leash attached to the bed frame. You can clip it on my collar and have your wicked way with me.”

My heart hammers in my chest, liquid-hot desire pumping adrenaline in my veins. “Yeah?” I slide my big palms under his ass, feeling him up. “And I can flog you until your butt is all red.”

He smirks, his eyes full of invitation and lust. “Maybe.”

This devil fox will be the end of me. Or devil cat.

“I hope you are ready, then. Because you are not sleeping tonight,” I say, picking him up so I can give him the best orgasm of his life.

Charlie

I yelp as Ben picks me up with envious ease, his massive body perfect for manhandling me. I just love when he does it, the way his arms close around me and keep me where he wants me. My body is burning for him, more and more with every slow step he takes toward the bed while his mouth annihilates my ability to think with a hungry kiss.

It’s dirty and deep, raising goosebumps all over me. His tongue claims me, owning me with its dominant and assertive need for me. By the time I’m plopped on the bed, my head is spinning. I need Ben’s cock in me. I’ve been slowly edging myself since yesterday like we agreed. It was the condition for me to come here before him. It’s making everything feel ten times more intense, every touch of his hand, every kiss, a scorching experience that drives my nerve-endings insane.

“I see you did as you were told and prepared yourself for tonight. You are so sensitive everywhere,” Ben hums, his big hand gliding up and down his beautiful cock. He’s looming above me, his eyes wild with heat.

“I went the extra mile, too.” I wiggle my eyebrows, the chuckle I’m tossing his way turning into a filthy moan I can’t stop when he squeezes my dick.

“You’ve got no idea what it’s doing to me. Scoot up for me, baby.”

Complying, I soak up the heat and firmness of his bulk as it engulfs me. His weight is grounding on top of me, though he doesn’t let me bear it in full, careful not to squish me. I’m such a sucker for our size difference. It’s one of my biggest turn-ons and he knows exactly how to take full advantage of it.

Ben attaches the leash to the collar, his hands roaming my body as he pulls back. They leave a trail of fire, the need in me to feel his thick cock spiking.

As if he can read my mind, he says, “On your knees and elbows.” Once I’m in position, he smacks my ass with his hand. “Hips up. Push your ass out for me.”

Anticipation twists my stomach, waves of hot and cold mixing inside me as he lifts the cat tail off my crease and swings it to one side.

“You look so sexy plugged with a tail like this,” he comments with reverence, his finger tracing the area where the toy disappears inside me. He grabs my cheeks and spreads them. “Maybe we should make it a rule that you wear one before I fuck you when we go to bed.”

“I’m open to negotiations,” I manage, moaning when he keeps kneading my ass and causing the plug to move inside me.

“If we keep you stretched, I can slide in anytime I want. Like when we go shopping. All we’d need is a changing room.”

I shudder, deep need assaulting my core. “If you don’t slide in the next two minutes, I’m banning sex for a week.”

He chuckles, amusement palpable in his voice. I’m about to complain and tell him how serious I am when heat explodes across my ass from the whip. It comes down with a hiss, the sting it brings to my skin just right.

“You have been a very naughty kitty, Charlie. I must punish you for your disobedience.”

I swallow hard, my eyes fluttering closed as another hit sends a zap of tingling electricity up my spine. “Yes. I’ve been so bad. Please spank me some more.”

Ben obliges, flogging me diligently and thoroughly until I can feel a slight buzz across my butt even when he’s not touching it.

“So pretty,” he says, kissing each globe.

He nestles himself between my legs and pulls out the tail without a warning, humming in appreciation. My hole feels suddenly empty, clenching and unclenching with the need to be full again.

“You look so ready for me, baby,” he praises, tearing open a packet of lube. His slicked cock is dragging up and down my crease a heartbeat later, the press and tension making me hazy.

With one hand clasping my waist, he rams in. Stars dance in my vision, the burning stretch almost overwhelming. I’m suddenly so full of him I don’t know what to do with it, moaning and shaking and gasping.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he groans, railing me so hard the bed squeaks and moves with us.

It feels so fucking good. It’s almost too much, but in the best way possible, every cell of my body pushed to its limit. I like it rough, and he knows it. To feel every inch as he claims me, to fight for air as blinding pleasure invades my core.

“C’mon, babe. Move with me. Show me how much you like my dick,” he encourages, slowing down a notch so I can settle into the rhythm of his thrusts. “That’s it. Take what you need and then milk me dry like you love to do.”

His dirty words stir more tension and heat within me, spurring on my desperation to come. I fuck myself on him as he fucks me, my prostate getting hit with every slide. I feel like I’m about to burst, like his huge cock will split me open. But he doesn’t slow down as I whimper and moan; he starts fucking me even faster, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

I reach it, and a white-hot explosion quakes through my body. My dick throbs, spilling under me as I shout, and my ass clenches in a vise around Ben. He roars, spurting inside me. The sensation of his pulsing cock is mind-blowing, his cum sloshing against my walls. He fills me up so good, continuing to fuck me as we shake and gasp in tandem.

“I wanna sleep like this,” I say when we lie down, my back pressed to his front, and his cock still pleasantly stretching my rim.

He kisses my neck. “Yeah? Are you sure, baby?”

“Yes,” I murmur, wiggling a little as I relax fully against him. “I like to feel you inside me.”

“You say that now, but I’ll be hard again in no time if we stay like this.”

“Who says this isn’t exactly what I’m after?”

He nuzzles into me, his mouth hot as it licks the curve of my ear. “You want me to wake you up with my cock when you fall asleep, is that it?”

I crane my neck and press a kiss to his chin. “There’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?”

He laughs and holds me tight and close to him, his lips glued to my neck and shoulder. Just like he said, it doesn’t take long before he’s hard again, the hot and rigid fullness of him sending desire straight to my balls. With his hand on my eager cock, he cants his hips slowly and deliberately, torturing me until I’m begging to be fucked again.

“Ride me,” he orders then, rolling onto his back.

I climb on top of him and sink with a deep sigh on his rigid cock, loving how amazing it feels from his angle. I drive us both to our second orgasms, bouncing on top of him as he pumps into me with the same vicious enthusiasm from earlier.

I really feel it when he comes, his load joining the one from earlier. This time he slips out. He instructs me to my knees and arms on the edge of the bed and then rubs my sensitive entrance while his cum leaks out of me.

“This is so fucking sexy,” he moans, pushing two fingers inside and making me gasp. “I think we should extensively beta-test this from now on.”

I chuckle, swaying my ass. “It’s called breeding,” I toss over my shoulder, catching his smile when it forms as I twist my head so I can look at him. He’s crouched behind me on the floor, looking awed and horny. “And I agree. I love feeling your cum inside me.”

He swats my ass. A hiss escapes me, followed by a tiny moan I only half-assedly try to restrain.

“We have our agenda for the two weeks here sorted, then. Spanking and breeding,” he says. I laugh, but it turns into a yelp when he picks me up. “But for now, we both need a shower.”

I don’t protest as he carries me to the bathroom and takes extra care to clean me up. We snuggle in bed afterwards. I coax his cock to get hard again and he slips inside me, staying there as we fall asleep in each other’s arms.