THE ART OF BEING NAUGHTY
Uly began a urgent grinding motion against that wonderful hot warmth, his own cock hard and wanting.
Leon realized what the dark tom was up to and, reluctantly, pulled back his body and his mouth.
A hurt look of surprise spread across the big tom's face as he eyed his prospective lover questioningly.
"It's alright, Ulysses. I just didn't want us to get real serious here. I have a much better plan in mind. Now finish dressing and we can be off. Don't forget to call your mother and tell her you won't be home tonight," Leon purred, giving the tom a wicked look.
Feral blushed hotly at the innuendo and the request. Still trembling from their moment's hot action, he sat down on his stool and fumbled around getting his shoes on, zipping his jeans and putting the money he had still been clasping in his fist into his wallet.
He stood up once more and began to button his shirt only to have Leon be there first and do it for him. Uly felt his breath hitch with Leon so close and doing something so intimate for him. He was excited and scared about what this night might mean to them both.
Leon finished his self imposed task and grinned at the nervously smiling dark tom. He stepped back to give Ulysses some breathing space so the tom could call his mother.
Feral almost couldn't remember his own phone number, so giddy did he feel, but finally he managed to connect. His conversation with his mother was brief but he got the impression she approved and was happy for him.
Snapping his phone closed and slipping it into his pocket, he watched as Leon unlocked the dressing room door and gestured for him to exit first. Smiling shyly he walked past the leopard to the hall. Leon was there in an instant, placing a possessive arm around Uly's waist and walking with him toward the exit.