10. Cash

Billy Fucking Mittin.

Cash did his best to rein in his panther, but his anger was boiling inside him, looking for an outlet. How dare he talk to Ore like that? He'd known there would be some wariness from pack members who weren't used to strangers in their territory. But this?

Calling Ore that slur and then threatening to drag him out of their territory?

He wouldn't stand for it.

Billy struggled against him, and Cash growled louder, his panther right beneath his skin, ready to break free at the slightest provocation.

"Alright, let's everyone take a breath."

Cash looked over at Saint, confused for a second as to why he was there. As Billy stopped fighting to be free, his rage started to settle a bit, and he remembered how he'd been talking to his friend next door at the café. Someone had opened the door, and the scent of Ore's pain had trickled in on the air, pulling him away without a second's hesitation. He hadn't even realized Saint had followed him into Ginny's bookstore.

His friend's eyes were locked on him, but he was calm, completely in control. His scent was spiked with anger, but Cash knew it wasn't directed toward him. He wanted to tell him to back off, that he'd handle Billy, but he couldn't get the words out. His panther was too close to the surface, his fangs and claws fully on display. If he opened his mouth to speak again, all he'd let out would be a roar of anger.

Unlike Saint, he was the furthest thing from in control.

Ginny took a step forward, straightening her glasses as she tiptoed around the mess on the floor. "I'm glad you two are here," she said. "I asked Billy to leave, and he was refusing."

"We heard," Saint assured her, his eyes darting over to Ore, and Cash's attention followed.

Ore was still standing next to the now empty table, one hand rubbing at his hip. All of the color had leached out of his face, giving him a pale, sickly look as he stared at Cash with wide eyes. Fuck, his fear was still scenting the air, eating at what little grip Cash had left on his cat.

Liam's nephew, Robbie, was kneeling on the floor, looking confused and pissed as hell. "I don't know what just happened exactly, but that guy was being a real douchenozzle."

A hysterical giggle popped out of Ore's mouth before he slapped a hand over it. That, more than anything, began to lessen the rage boiling inside Cash. The sound was a reminder that while he was freaked-out, Ore was fine. He wasn't hurt, and he was safe.

"Cash," Saint said, drawing his attention away from his little bird and back over to him. "Why don't you let Billy go, and I'll bring him to Alpha Amato?"

He quirked his eyebrows in a way that said, "Let me handle this before you accidentally rip this guy's throat out," and he wasn't completely wrong. If Billy said one more hateful thing, made one more threat against Ore, then Cash didn't know what he would do, and that was a little terrifying for him.

Where was his legendary discipline now? He didn't let his cat control him, and yet the more he was around Ore, the looser his grip on his panther seemed to get.

Saint nodded at him once when he saw that Cash was hesitating and took a step forward. "I got this, brother."

Reluctantly, Cash removed his hand from Billy's mouth and then shoved him unceremoniously into Saint. The older lion stumbled and fell against his chest, quickly righting himself.

He whipped around and glared at Cash. "How dare you put your hands on me like that. You really are just like your awful parents, aren't you?"

He spat the words at Cash, hands fisted at his side, but he didn't make a move to challenge Cash. Billy knew where he fell in the pack, and it wasn't anywhere near the top, but the words were like a blow to Cash's gut. Not being like his parents had been one of his few goals in life, the reason he kept such a tight hold on himself.

Instead of showing that he'd struck a nerve, Cash bared his teeth and released a low, menacing hiss, taking a single step forward.

The lion jerked back so fast he bumped into Saint, who grabbed his arms and turned him toward the door.

"Let's go, Mittin," Saint grumbled. "Before you can get yourself into even more trouble."

As they went out the door of the bookstore, Billy's raised voice could be heard, complaining about the fact that he was in any trouble at all, claiming he'd done nothing wrong and that he had every right to?—

The door shut behind him, muffling the sound. Thank the goddess. He'd never liked the man that much before, but he'd had no idea just how awful of a person he really was. Now that he'd shown his true colors, it would be up to Liam to decide what to do with him.

Cash forced himself to take a deep breath in and let it out slowly before he turned back to the trio. Ginny was staring at him with big eyes, her hands wringing in front of her. Robbie had stepped back next to Ore, his stance protective, and it eased a little more of the tension inside Cash, knowing that others could see what a good person Ore was and would be watchful around him.

Though he wasn't sure what the little human thought he would do against a shifter. Knowing Robbie's father, he supposed the kid probably had a few tricks up his sleeve.

"Your dad know you're here?" he asked, his voice barely more than a rumble still.

Robbie rolled his eyes at him, hands on his hips and sass in full swing. "Of course not. He thinks I'm visiting Yosemite with a couple of friends."

Cash shook his head but didn't comment. It wasn't his business why Liam's nephew visited their pack regularly without letting his father know what he was doing. It wasn't his family. It wasn't his human to take care of. And he definitely wasn't going to tell Quinten Amato his kid was mixed up with their coven doing who knew what.

He valued his life a little too much.

He ran his eyes over Ore's body once more to check for injuries, but he appeared to be all in one piece, a little of the color returning to his face.

Taking in the knocked-over display, he looked over at Ginny. "Any books that are damaged, I'll pay for."

"Oh, no. That's fine," she started to say, waving a hand at him. Her scent was nervous still, making him realize that despite how often he came into the shop, she was intimidated after she'd seen him nearly lose his shit.

He hid his grimace. "No, I insist."

"Well. Then, you should at least take them with you," she said, crouching on the floor and picking up a few of the books that look untarnished, stacking them on the table.

Robbie dropped back down and started helping her, the two making quick work of separating the books that had tears or bent covers and pages from those that seemed fine. Cash left them to it, stepping around the mess and over to Ore. He put a hand on his elbow and guided him a few feet away.

When Ore wouldn't meet his gaze, he dipped his head to catch his eyes and said softly, "Are you alright?"

Ore nodded, glancing away. "Yeah, it was just an accident. I'm fine."

Cash cupped his chin and tilted his face up so that he couldn't avoid him. "I don't care about the fucking books. Are you okay?"

Ore sucked in a shuddery breath, his eyes glistening for a second before he blinked a few times. He cleared his throat. "I'm fine, Cash. I just wasn't expecting to hear that."

"You shouldn't have had to hear that shit," Cash said, his panther getting riled up all over again. To soothe himself and Ore, he shifted his hand to the side of his neck and rubbed his scent into his skin. Ore's eyes got wide, but he didn't pull away. "I'll make sure that Liam deals with it."

He didn't know what his alpha would do. It wasn't exactly a banishable offense, especially not for someone like Billy, who had lived in Silver Oak his entire life. But if he was that comfortable throwing hateful slurs toward someone just because they weren't a feline shifter, Cash couldn't see Liam tolerating shit like that long term.

Either way, he'd be following up with Billy and making sure he understood he was never to go anywhere near Ore again.

Or he wouldn't live to regret it.

"I can't believe you had to buy all these books because of me," Ore said, setting down the stack he was carrying on the kitchen table.

Cash set his own next to him and shrugged. "They'll get read."

Ore shot him a smile and shook his head. "That's not the point. I can't even repay you. I don't have any money."

Silly little bird.

Clasping the back of his neck, Cash gave him a squeeze. "Even if you did, I wouldn't let you. You heard Ginny. She told her wife that display was too wide for that table and warned her something like this would happen."

He wasn't sure that was completely true, but he'd appreciated her making the effort to lessen Ore's guilt. The display had been a bunch of viral books, so even though most weren't his preferred genres, he knew he'd still read them.

Ore shrugged casually, but he leaned into Cash's touch a little. "Still, if I'd been paying attention instead of focused on talking with Robbie…"

"I'm glad you two are becoming friends," he said, changing the subject as he rubbed a small circle in the dip just behind Ore's jaw. "He can be a little wild though, so be careful. I don't want you two getting into more trouble every time you're together."

He'd meant it as a tease, but Ore was solemn as he said, "We won't. I'm usually much more careful, I'm sure."

Shaking his head, Cash gave him one more squeeze and then headed out of the kitchen. "I'm sure you are. Now, quit worrying."

He dipped into the back bedroom and changed into a pair of worn sweats, not bothering with a shirt, before going straight for his favorite spot on the couch in the living room. Grabbing the remote, he flopped into the corner of the sectional.

After getting so worked up at the bookstore, he needed to just chill for a while. Usually he'd go for a run, stretch his legs until he was exhausted and his head was clear, but he knew he wouldn't be able to get very far with Ore upset and alone.

He told himself that he could trust his pack, but after what had happened, he wasn't so sure about that anymore. Most of his packmates, sure, he knew Ore would be perfectly safe with them. But he knew Billy wasn't alone in his beliefs, and while it'd be easy to spot most of the ones who weren't okay with Ore's presence in their territory, it was the ones who he couldn't guess felt the same way that had him worried. If given the chance, how many of his packmates would try and drive Ore out just like Billy had?

Not being able to answer that question meant he'd be relaxing in front of the TV, not gallivanting through the woods.

A voice in the back of his head reminded him that as soon as Ore had his memories back, he'd be leaving anyway, but Cash ignored it, flipping on reruns of some old sitcom and settling deeper into the corner of the big couch.

If some mindless TV didn't help, he'd shift and go lie on his pallet upstairs to catch some afternoon sunshine. The soft sounds of Ore moving around were even more soothing than the show, and Cash ended up focusing on that instead of whatever had the laugh track going off every ten seconds. Ore muttered to himself as he carried some books upstairs about how disorganized his shelves were, and he grinned, wondering how long it would take before he went up for a new batch of clean clothes and found everything rearranged.

His eyes were mostly closed, his panther content with Ore safe in their home, when Ore's whisper-soft tread came into the living room. His lids were heavier than he expected, making him wonder if he'd actually dozed off for a minute.

Ore came around the other end of the couch, and Cash bit back a groan. Fuck, he'd changed back into one of Cash's shirts when he was upstairs, his legs bare beneath it. His panther rumbled happily, and his dick took notice. He probably should have left his jeans on. If he started sporting a hard-on, there would be no way to hide it in his sweats.

The line he'd been straddling for days, reminding himself over and over again that Ore was only there temporarily and yet drawn to him in a way that grew harder to withstand with each passing minute, disappeared the second Ore climbed onto the couch right next to him, legs folded beneath him and the scent of arousal wafting off him. After their fight at Fern's and then how fiercely he'd reacted to Billy's threat had broken down the minuscule amount of resistance left inside him.

"What are you watching?" Ore asked, scooting forward a little more so his knees pressed against Cash's hip.

"Nothing, really," Cash said, mouth drier than it had been a minute ago. He offered him the remote. "You can change it if you want."

Ore bit his bottom lip, looking uncertain. Goddess, it took everything in him not to lean over and sink his own teeth into that plump little lip. Clearing his throat, he sat up straighter. He should go and do something, anything. Sitting there with Ore right next to him—draped in his fucking scent and arousal—was pure torture.

"I wanted…" Ore hesitated, looking away.

Instead of scrambling away like he should, he snagged one of Ore's hands from where it was twisting wrinkles into the fabric over his thighs. "Whatever it is, you can tell me."

Clutching at him, Ore sucked in a breath and blurted out, "I want to suck your dick."

A dull roar filled Cash's ears as he blinked at him, clearly having misheard. There was no way he'd heard Ore say?—

"Please? I can't stop thinking about it. I wanted to drop to the ground right there in the bookstore."

"What?" Cash finally croaked out. What was happening? Had he fallen asleep? Was he dreaming about Ore begging to suck his cock?

In the bookstore?

"Before I even had the chance to really be afraid, you were just there, protecting me from out of nowhere. And I just… Goddess, that really did it for me, you know?"

He didn't know, but no matter how much his brain couldn't seem to compute what was going on, his dick had zero problems getting on board. And Ore noticed immediately, his sharp eagle eyes darting to his growing erection and staring hungrily at it.

Then, he licked his fucking lips and squirmed in place.

"You're asking to…"

"Suck your dick, yeah." A smile started to grow on Ore's face. "I feel like I might have broken your brain."

"Maybe." He scrubbed at his face and tried to actually focus on what Ore was saying beyond the dick-sucking part. "You know you don't have to thank me like that, right?"

Ore's eyes went wide. "What?"

"I don't expect you to…"

"Suck your dick," Ore supplied, giggling.

"Yeah, that. I don't expect that for protecting you, little bit. You don't have to thank me with sexual favors." He didn't think that was what this was, but he had to be sure. He wanted Ore, desperately, but not like that. Not in a gross, coercive way.

Running his teeth over his bottom lip, Ore huffed a softer laugh and climbed over Cash's leg to settle between his knees. "No, I don't think you expect this. Based on your reaction, I'm wondering if anyone's ever offered you a blowjob before."

Cash narrowed his eyes. "I've gotten blowjobs before."

"Mhm, sure. It's okay, baby. I'll take good care of you." Ore could barely hold a straight face as he crooned that at him, breaking into laughter right after.

Fuck, he was gorgeous when he was so happy.

He waited for Ore to get ahold of himself and meet his eyes once more, a smile still teasing at the corners of that lush mouth. Reclining back against the cushions, he tucked a thumb into the waist of his sweats.

That sobered Ore up in a hurry.

"You know I'll always protect you like that, right?"

A soft look tinged with sadness filled Ore's dark eyes. "I know I'm safe with you while I'm here, yes. You're so protective of everyone, I'm just grateful to get to feel it."

While I'm here.

Cash's panther snarled in protest, but he couldn't force out the words he wanted to scream. You're not leaving me! What would be the point? No matter how much either of them might want that, it didn't make it reality.

Shaking off the upsetting thoughts before they could ruin his mood, Cash tugged his waistband down an inch, exposing the top of a tattoo and a smattering of hair. "You want to feel more than my protection though."

A grin blossomed on his face at the cheesy line. "I really do."

"Come here."

Ore tipped forward, going straight for his groin, but Cash stopped him, grabbing his upper arm. "No, up here, little bit. I want to taste that mouth before you taste me."

Sucking in a hitching breath, Ore eased up his body to hover over him. The cocksureness was gone, leaving behind his sweet and shy little bird.

Gently, giving him plenty of time to pull away, Cash threaded his fingers through that soft, wild hair and guided him down, his other hand slipping around Ore's back to hold him steady. His rose-pink lips were just a little damp, and so fucking tempting, calling to Cash like a siren song.

He knew, without a doubt, once he got a taste of his little bit, there would be no turning back. He couldn't have him and then give him up.

The thought would have been enough to stop him a week ago.

But now?

Cash jumped in with both feet.

He groaned as his mouth slid over Ore's, the softest of touches, and earned him a tiny little whimper. Shit, he wanted all of Ore's noises. Soft and loud. Big and small. Pleading and demanding.

He wanted everything.

Brushing against Ore's lips a few more times, he finally coaxed him into chasing Cash's mouth and then parted his lips to let his bird have a taste. His tongue was tentative, barely slipping inside before retreating, but when Cash mimicked him, doing the same thing to Ore, he got a frustrated sound.

Grinning against his sweet mouth, Cash gave a tiny nip to that bottom lip that had been tempting him for days. Ore gasped and pulled back for a second, gazing down at Cash with blown pupils, the scent of his arousal so thick in the air Cash could taste it on the back of his tongue.

He half expected Ore to scoot back down the couch and get to what he was apparently craving, but instead, he dove forward and slanted their mouths together. Pure pleasure streaked down his spine when Ore just about licked his tonsils.

Much better.

He let Ore explore and lead for a few minutes, relaxing and enjoying how good his little body felt sprawled across his much bigger one. When Ore squirmed against him and he felt a wet patch on the shirt rubbing against his skin, he let go and devoured every inch of Ore's mouth.

When he couldn't stand not touching his bare skin, he grabbed a handful of T-shirt and yanked it up, exposing Ore's perfect, tiny ass. Groaning, he slid his palm over the exquisite handful that was one of his cheeks.

Ore tore his mouth away, both of them panting heavily. "I love your hands on me."

"Me too," he rumbled and refocused on the delicate arch of Ore's neck. He ran his tongue up the slender column and then rubbed his face over as much of his skin as he could reach, wanting his scent so deep in Ore's pores no one would ever doubt who he belonged to.

"But I still want to suck that monster you're poking me with."

Cash coughed out a laugh and gave the cheek in his hand a firm squeeze. "By all means, help yourself."

He'd barely gotten the words out, and Ore was wiggling down his front to lie between his spread thighs. His shirt was scrunched up under his arms, but he didn't seem to notice, snagging the edge of Cash's waistband and tugging it down.

As soon as his cock was fully exposed, Ore seemed to lose focus, leaving his sweats tangled around the tops of his thighs as he stared at what he'd uncovered.

Smirking, Cash tucked a hand behind his head and let him have his fill of looking. He knew he wasn't a small man by any measure, both long and thick with a mushroom-capped head that looked obscene it was such a dark red and dripping with precome.

When Ore just stayed frozen, Cash decided to give him a hand. He gripped the wide base and pointed the end toward Ore's slack mouth. "What happened to all that big talk about needing to suck me?"

"That was before I saw the baseball bat you had between your legs."

He snorted and gave himself a quick, firm stroke. "Don't be scared."

Ore rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "I'm not scared. I'm… Okay, I'm a little nervous. You've got the biggest dick I've ever seen."

"How do you know?" Cash arched a brow at him.

"Statistics." Then, he opened wide and waited for Cash to feed him his cock.

Shuddering, he eased the tip past his lips, not wanting to go too far too fast, but Ore wasn't having it. With a soft moan, he latched his mouth around Cash's shaft and licked and sucked all the precome off him.

"Fuck," Cash muttered, unable to look away from Ore's dreamy face as he dropped down until he gagged himself. "Easy, little bit. Don't hurt yourself."

Sucking hard, Ore pulled back up, eyes half-lidded and cheeks flushed. He held Cash's gaze for a second with just the tip once again in his mouth, and a shot of arousal hit him like a kick to the gut at the gorgeous sight.

Ore hummed softly, then grabbed at Cash's free hand and led it to the back of his head.

Groaning, Cash gently gripped the soft strands of his wild hair. "You're so hungry for it, aren't you?"

He nodded as best he could before sinking back down. He went slower that time, taking even more of Cash's cock into his mouth before stopping and dragging his lips back up. Popping off the end, he dove down deeper between Cash's thighs, licking and sucking at his balls as best he could.

"Pull my sweats down more," he rasped out, releasing his cock and trying to tug at the material keeping his legs trapped together.

Ore made a little whimpering noise before darting backward and dragging the gray material with him, tossing them over his shoulder as soon as Cash's legs were free. His T-shirt joined the sweats a second later, and Cash let himself truly appreciate Ore's nakedness for the first time. His olive skin was flawless, his limbs soft instead of toned, and he was fucking tiny everywhere.

His little cock was erect but probably only about the length of Cash's thumb. He wasn't surprised—he knew bird shifters took after their animal sides in that aspect—but he hadn't known how much he'd like it. He was so much bigger in every way, and that did it for him.

Ore laid his hands on the inside of Cash's thighs—they looked so small and delicate against his thick, hairy legs—and gave a slight push, encouraging him to spread wider. Biting his lip, he stared at Cash's dick and sac with open hunger. "Perfect."

"You're the perfect one."

Ore flashed him a shy smile, then practically threw himself back down over Cash's groin. But he didn't make contact with anything, hovering above his weeping cock and staring up at Cash.

It took his lust-soaked brain too long to figure out what he was waiting for.

He slipped his fingers back into his hair and grabbed hold. "That what you want, little bit? You want me in control?"

Ore made a soft sound of pleasure and nodded.

"Whatever you want," he said, wondering if Ore understood that he meant it as more than a promise during sex. That he'd literally burn the world down to get Ore whatever he wanted in it.

He should probably save declarations like that until he knew what the future would hold for them. He had no right to make a promise he wasn't sure he could keep.

But that would be tomorrow's problem.

In that moment, all he cared about was how horny his little bird was over Cash protecting him. Hell, he'd bared his damn teeth at a packmate for him and would do it again.

He wasn't sure there was a single thing he wouldn't do for Ore, and that terrified him.

Focusing on those plump lips inches from his cock, Cash used his hold on his hair to guide Ore's mouth back down to his balls. "Use your tongue, but be gentle. They're really sensitive."

Ore followed his directions beautifully, licking over every centimeter of his sac and ratcheting Cash's pleasure higher and higher. When he tightened his hold unintentionally after Ore hit a particularly good spot, Ore moaned loudly, nuzzling closer. He worked Cash over until he was dripping wet, and he could feel the spit running down to his ass.

Groaning, he pulled Ore up to his shaft. He had to clear his throat before he could talk, his gut tight with arousal. "Ready to tame the monster?"

Ore snorted and grinned. "Ready to worship it more like."

Fuck. The things his bird said. He never held anything back, leaving himself vulnerable and driving Cash's protective instincts wild.

Running his thumb over Ore's lower lip, he hummed in approval. "Start at the base, and don't miss an inch. Once you reach the top, wrap that beautiful mouth around me. Understand?"

Nodding, Ore locked his eyes on his cock like it was the prize he was determined to win at a carnival. He didn't waste a second, moving forward before Cash could use his hold to direct him. Grinning, Cash leaned back and decided he'd just enjoy the visual of Ore's pert little ass sticking up in the air and his perfect lips kissing all over his cock, followed by tiny kitten licks.

He kept his hand in Ore's hair, but he let his bird do what he wanted and used the grip on the soft strands to let him know when he'd hit a good spot.

Fuck, they all felt like good spots with Ore.

It was a struggle to keep his eyes open, his bones and muscles liquefying as his desire drove higher and higher. Everything but them got hazy, nothing mattering beyond the couch. The house could be on fire, and he doubted he'd notice.

The air around them filled with heat and the soft, wet sounds Ore made as he did exactly what he'd said: worshiped Cash's cock. The scent of his bird's arousal was thick in the air, and he sucked in heaving breaths to take as much into his body as he could, wanting to be scented by it from the inside out.

The second those lips wrapped around him again, Cash cursed and struggled to hold his claws at bay, his panther just beneath the surface and wanting Ore just as much as Cash did.

He'd never felt anything so good, like he was knocking on the door to heaven or seeing the face of the goddess. It was probably sacrilegious to compare a mind-blowing blowjob to meeting a deity, but he so did not care. Ore was touching his damn soul as he attempted to suck his brains out through his dick.

He was just that good.

"Goddess, I fucking knew your mouth would feel like perfection, little bit."

Ore moaned and took in even more of him, hitting the back of his throat and powering through. Cash grunted, fighting back the urge to shove his hips upward and drive all the way in. He sagged back down as heat rippled up his spine while Ore dragged his lips up to the tip, flicking his tongue to hit all the good spots.

And on and on it went. Ore destroyed him, and Cash enjoyed every damn second of it.

It took him almost too long to realize he'd reached the edge and was about to teeter over, so lost to the feel of Ore's wet mouth and grasping fingers on his hips. Right as the base of his spine started to tighten, he tugged his bird off his cock and groaned at the sight of his swollen and red lips.

"What's wrong?" he asked breathlessly, swiping a wrist over his wet chin.

"I'm about to come." He sounded like he'd smoked two packs a day for the last twenty years.

"Isn't that the point?" Ore grinned at him, trying to inch closer.

Not wanting to pull his hair too hard, Cash used his other hand to grip his cute little pointed chin. "Not in your mouth. I need to scent you."

Ore's dark brown eyes started to glow with excitement. "Okay."

He guided him up over his body, stealing a lingering kiss that had Ore humping against his stomach by the end. As soon as he broke apart, he patted the couch next to him where it extended out in the other half of the L. "Lay down here."

Pausing only to nip at the edge of Cash's jaw, Ore scrambled over him and stretched out on his belly. His perfect little ass was right there, drawing Cash to it like a bear to honey. He gripped each tiny cheek and spread him apart, then gave a quick swipe over his hole, promising himself he'd devote hours there sometime soon.

Ore moaned and arched his back. "Oooh goddess."

Smirking, Cash leaned back and tapped his hip. "Another time, little bit. Flip over for me."

He whimpered in disappointment but did as Cash asked without hesitation, and then he was laid out before him like a damn buffet. With his feet flat on the cushion beneath him, he let his legs fall to the sides, running his hands up his slim torso, taking a moment to touch the sides of his neck before stretching his arms above his head.

"Leave your scent all over me, baby."

Cash snarled and dove forward, going right for one of those tantalizing light brown nipples. Clamping his lips around it, he teased him, using his tongue and teeth and not quite enough suction. Ore squirmed beneath him, gasping and moaning as he arched his chest to try and get more.

Tugging on the tip with his teeth, he purred with pleasure at Ore's hoarse shout. "So needy."

Ore clamped his legs around his waist and nodded wildly. "For you. Just for you."

"Fucking right." He kissed his way up to Ore's neck and ran his tongue up the side, groaning as that sweet, floral scent hit his taste buds and hit him like he'd chugged a bottle of shifter liquor.

He worked a hand between them and gripped his throbbing cock. Within a couple of strokes, he was right back at the edge, ready to soak his little bird in come. He nuzzled into his neck a little longer, not quite ready to give it up, but when his balls drew up and his release was right there, he forced himself to give one more lick and then pull away.

Ore was completely blissed-out, eyes cloudy with lust and pupils nearly swallowing his irises. His flush went from his cheeks down to his chest, which was heaving with his panting breaths.

He looked fucking wrecked.

Cash squeezed the base of his cock, trying to hold on until he was in position, but goddess, it was hard. Just the sight of his little bird so undone from giving Cash a blowjob and getting scented had his eyes glowing and claws tingling just under the surface, wanting to pop out.

"You're so gorgeous," Cash murmured, shuffling forward until his knees were almost touching Ore's ass. "It almost hurts to look at you, you're so beautiful."

"Cash…" Ore said softly, biting at his still-swollen lip.

"It's true, but I'm going to get you messy now."

He sucked in a breath, eyes darting down to Cash's cock, the tip almost purple. "Do it. Please."

He did. It only took another handful of rough pulls, and then his come started shooting out. He cupped his other hand over the tip to catch some before letting the rest hit Ore's dark red little cock. He groaned, long and loud, as it just kept coming, more than he'd ever released before. Every muscle in his body tensed, and he strained to get out the last few drops, pointing his dick at Ore's hole, just barely visible in the furrow between his cheeks.

Then, he went to work.

Using the pool he'd caught in his hand, he started at Ore's neck, dragging his palm down each side and leaving a trail of his seed behind. Ore threw his head back, exposing more skin for him and moaning loudly.

He spread the rest over Ore's flat pecs before focusing on where most of his spend had landed.

Meticulously, he rubbed his come into Ore's skin from hip to hip and then down the crease between his groin and thigh to his ass, working two fingers between his cheeks and stroking over his hole.

Ore's mouth fell open, his hips rising off the couch.

"Like that, little bit?"

"More, please."

"So pretty when you beg for me," he growled, then sank one of his thick fingers into that tiny hole.

Crying out, two thin ropes of come shot from Ore's cock. Cash snarled and ducked down, sucking a little more from his tiny dick and then licking the streams off his low abs so they didn't cover Cash's scent. Ore melted into the couch, mewling softly as Cash used the tips of his fingers to rub what was left of his seed over Ore's dick and balls.

"Sensitive," Ore whined, squirming away.

Cash grunted, but he stopped, leaning down and breathing in Ore's skin, covered in his scent. Then, he moved up his chest to his neck, sighing contentedly at how much like his he smelled.

"Happy?" Ore murmured, wrapping his arms around Cash and drawing him down.

He shifted to the side so he didn't squish his little bit, tugging until Ore turned toward him and snuggled into his chest. He ran his delicate fingers over the lines, ridges, and bulges covering Cash's much bigger body, hypnotizing him with the gentle touches.

"Mmm, very." His eyes got heavy, falling shut just as he realized the TV was still on, another episode of the same show playing in the background. He'd turn it off… after a nap.

He pulled the blanket folded over the back of the couch down over them, not wanting Ore to get chilly, then let out a slow breath and relaxed into the softness of the cushions.

"Good," Ore whispered, pressing a sweet kiss to his throat. "Me too."