Gustare
"... so Hank and I decided, Sage is Athena, I think Scott and Jean are Zeus and Hera but Hank thinks that's Eric and Charles..."
"And here's me, thinkin' you brain boxes had intellectual discussions, yer' no better than high school kids, just with longer words."
"Humph." He stops what he's doing with a huff of irritation. Which is a bit of a shame, as what he was doin' was stroking my cock. He looks up me with an arched eyebrow, I run my hand up the shapely, muscled ass near my face, by way of apology. Apology accepted, he takes my cock in his mouth. Deep, deep in his mouth, I was enjoying stroking the blue velvet over his balls, but being deep throated is very distracting.
"Fuck. Oh, fuck." My hips surge forward but he's so goddamn good at this, he moves with me, one hand on the root and the other on my balls, working my cock with his throat. I don't last long, I come like a freight train and he swallows it all.
"Gahhh!"
I gasp for air, while he lies back down on me, as though I'm his own private pillow.
"Fuck. Elf, who the fuck taught you how to do that?" I start stroking the hard beautiful curves of muscle again.
He looks over his shoulder at me, coyly. Coy, my hairy ass.
"Why Mr Howlett, I believe you did?"
"What?"
"You taught Kitty to be a ninja." He bats those pretty eyes at me. "You taught me to be a courtesan."
"Did I now? Come'ere, then, you beautiful courtesan you."
I roll us over, so he's under me. Once I've got him on his back, I slide onto the floor on my knees, pulling him to the edge of the bed, gives me lots if access.
I reach for his balls again, take them in my mouth. Maybe I did teach him, far as I know, he doesn't go with any other guys. Women, yeah, loads of women, but I think I'm it when it comes to men. Cool.
Me? Well I don't much care, mostly I like women but what does it matter, really, good sex is good sex. Kurt an' me, we have fun together. That's all there is to it. He makes me smile, makes me laugh, we make each other laugh.
Weird, blue velvet covered balls, long, slim blue-purple cock in a nest of fuzz, not pubes, he's definitely unique but what does it matter, most guys junk looks weird. It all works like it should, an' the fur holds the scent, love that, an' he tastes good, musky, masculine
Takes a bit of spit to get his balls wet, take one in my mouth while I push his foreskin back, gently with my hand, he's uncut, I move and kiss his shaft, he hums happily, and he tastes of salt and sweat and musk and man.
Taste of him fills my senses, stops me thinkin' for a while as I work his cock, closing my lips over the head and running my tongue in the slit. He's much noisier than me, the hum has become little gasps and soft cries, heh, good for the ego, hearin' him that happy. He should always be happy.
I take him deeper in my mouth, bein' careful of my fangs, scratching him now would not be a good thing. "Oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh. Ah!" Turns the volume up.
I gently grasp the base of his tail, and then he's comin', it works, every time.
Sweet.
And, after when we kiss, I can taste myself on his tongue, I wonder if he can taste himself on me? Or is it just my enhanced senses? But I can't be bothered to ask, it don't really matter.
All that matters is his warm, willing mouth. He runs his agile tongue over the roof of my mouth and I growl. He pulls back slightly, grins, those sharp little fangs, those laughing eyes. Daring me.
Ding! Ding! We're up for round two.