Page 8 of Teas'd
He wrenches the jockstrap out of the way and wraps his hand around my length, giving my cock the exact pressure I need. Up, down, up again, a twist of his buried digits in my arse, repeated two, three times, and both my heads explode. My vision disappears in a montage of blinding colours as my orgasm overwhelms all my senses. Safe in Luc’s embrace, I give in and slump against him.
When I come to properly, he’s already wiped us both down. I’m lying on the bed, covered with a blanket as he watches me, his eyes now their usual human amber with no trace of the wolf visible.
“Hi. Do you want a drink?” I nod, and he tilts a lidded cup towards my mouth, bending the silicone straw so I don’t even have to raise my head. I suck down half the liquid in it before recognising the taste. “Pavel made blueberry punch?” I’m still a bit loopy, but this reminds me of a party Baxter threw when I gorged myself on a typically Fae concoction.
Luc smiles. “Not quite. This is a new recipe. He’s been playing about with some ideas. It’s alcohol free, for the times nobody needs to get smashed, but it’s also got a secret ingredient. He says if you guess, he’ll be impressed.”
“Huh,” I grumble. “Every day does not have to be a school day. What if I refuse to guess?” Already I can feel the hoarseness in my throat easing. “Whatever it is, I bet you don’t find it anywhere on the Earthly plane.”
Luc leans over to kiss me. “It’s not like he’s going to stop feeding you, is it? And yes, that is a good assumption.”
“He’s got too close to Isher for it to be anything else,” I say thoughtfully. “Those two didn’t strike me as likely buddies, but if I can’t find one of them, I’m likely to bump into him near the other.” I adore Pavel, and I’ve grown very fond of my Fae mentor, so it pleases me to think they’re developing their own friendship.
I yawn and stretch, my gaze catching on the items Luc had handed to me earlier.
“Does it get you hot, the idea of me in ears and a tail?” I ask him. I have to admit, the butt plug looks like a lot of fun, but cat ears? They’re kind of fancy too, not the kind you’d pick up from the market for a couple of quid.
To my shock, Luc blushes. “Um, yeah, maybe?” he hedges. “But obviously not unless you’re happy to wear them.” His colour deepens. “I, uh,” he clears his throat, “the idea of chasing you through the woods when you’ve got a tail is incredibly appealing.” Lord, if he reddens any more, Pavel can cook dinner on him. “I didn’t like to assume you’d be okay with a wolf tail, ’cause vamp, so uh, yeah…” His discomfort is palpable, but I’m mean so I bust out in giggles.
“You’re fucking adorable when you’re flustered.” Jeez, I’m getting hard again thinking about it. “So, what, you want me dressed how exactly? Naked but for the?—”
“Christ,no!”His denial is instantaneous. “You’re mine, Charley, I don’t want anyone else perving on you in that way. Fully clothed but,” and his eyes now burn as hot as his cheeks, “maybe with some kind of easy fastening on the back of your jeans so the tail pokes out.” Evidently fully committed to this fantasy he blurts, “So it looks real, like you’ve partially shifted.”
“Well, ain’t you a dark horse?” I murmur, my cock now fully on board with this idea. “Just one request though. Can we get Dad to mark the woods as out of bounds when we decide to do this? I’m brazen as fuck, but I’m not sure even I want to explain this to anyone on the estate.”
Luc is in fervent agreement with this as an essential part of the plan. With me still chuckling a bit at what a secret kinkster my boyfriend has turned out to be, we snuggle down for a nap.
A while later, when we’ve dozed, then showered, I’m standing by one of the windows looking out across the grounds. Daddy dearest has too much land to think of the space surrounding this house as simply ‘the garden’. Luc comes up and nestles his head on my shoulder, more easily than he usually can because I’m slouching.
“Whatcha thinking?” His arms slide around my waist.
“I was wondering if a kitten would get overwhelmed and lonely in such a big place. Am I being unfair to want one so badly?”
I feel Luc’s surprise through the bond. He’s silent for a full two minutes, then offers, “There’s a lot of evidence now to support having indoor cats. Something about it being cruel to expose them to potential injury when they’re bred to be pets. If Dalziel agrees to a kitten, I don’t see why people couldn’t just check before opening a door. It’s not like a cat would get bored in a house this size.”
I digest this. I’d seen folks expounding the ‘keep cats indoors’ theory, but they always seemed to be people with poky flats, not guys like me who live in a freaking castle, manor house, whatever this place is. Maybe cats truly don’t miss what they’ve never had and I’m being too judgey.
“So, what you’re saying is, you think you’d be okay with a kitten?” I’m pushing him, I’m aware, but the heart wants what it wants.
A huff of breath against my neck. “I’m saying you’re impossible, but I’m open to persuasion. But you really will need Dalziel to be okay with it first. Even if nobody else wants a kitten, they’ll listen to him. No one would dare mistreat it either.”
“That’s true. Although, God knows what Pavel would be like. Another of his master’s ‘offspring’” — I put the word in finger quotes — “to spoil might just finish him off. He’d be giddy, I bet you.” I heave a sigh at persuading Dad though. I get the feeling it might be an uphill task.
It’s not an outright no from Luc though. I turn and see Blake sitting in a corner of the room on an old cushion, his stuffed expression rather smug.
“What d’you think, Blakey boy? D’you like the idea of being a big brother?”
Luc’s grin as I twist all the way around and pull him back against me tells me everything I need to know about how much fun we’re going to have while I work on persuading him he wants to be a cat dad.
