When T pulled away to smile at him, those fingers dragged against his skin, feeling him. "Good?"
"Oh, yeah. You?" He wouldn't do anything to hurt T, but if T wanted it, too...
He smiled, nuzzling into T's touch as much as T nuzzled into his. Of course he could be getting ahead of himself, maybe T just wanted to kiss, to pet a bit. He sure hoped not though.
"Good. Come nap in the sun?" Torao took his hand, tugged him toward the bedroom again.
He got up and let T lead him down the hall and into the spare room with its east facing window. Sure enough the bed was full in the sun, the covers all twisted together to make a nest in the middle of the bed.
T leapt, bouncing in the center of the bed with a toothy grin. "Nap!"
He laughed, T's grin infectious. He got on the bed with T, wondering what all this nap consisted of. T purred and tugged him down, settling him quite carefully before beginning to groom him. With his tongue.
"Oh." Greyson groaned, his cock pushing at his pajama bottoms, trying to get to T. He ignored it, reaching out to touch T, slide his fingers over the pale skin, the sweet muscles beneath the silky skin.
T just explored, completely unconcerned with pushing his clothes out of the way, licking and lapping at his hips.
He moaned, fingers stuttering along T's skin. "Feels so good," he murmured.
He found one of T's nipples with his fingers, tugging on it gently. T blinked, stared at him, at his fingers on the pale skin.
"Is this not okay?" he asked, fingers still wrapped around the little nub. Had he misunderstood that badly? Had grooming really been all T'd meant this to be?
"I. You." Torao leaned forward, whispered. "Good."
He smiled and rubbed their noses together before whispering back. "It can be even better. Have you ever made love as a man?" He slid his hand over to T's other nipple, fingertips flicking across it.
"No. No. Hurts to, so the tiger comes."
"Hurts? No." He shook his head, hands coming up to cup Torao's face, to meet his eyes. "It shouldn't hurt. It doesn't have to hurt." God, what had been done to T?
One eyebrow arched, T's head tilting. "No?"
"No. God, no." He pushed closer, rubbing against T. "No. It's actually pretty great. And it's not like we even have to do... penetration. We could just rub off, or suck each other off. God, T. It can be so good. Really. I could show you."
Torao looked utterly confused, hands opening and closing on his skin. "Show you. Me."
He nodded and brought their mouths together, lips moving softly against T's. "Just lie back, and let me make you feel good."
"I..." T touched him, frowned. "How?"
"I'd like to suck you." He slid his fingers down and circled T's cock. "My mouth here. No teeth, I promise."
He pumped T's prick a few times, wondering if tigers masturbated and if so how and did T only associate good things about sex with the tiger? Having a new lover always involved learning each other, but with T it seemed there was a whole other layer of learning that was needed as well.
T simply blinked, staring at his hand on that pretty, long cock.
"Tell me if I do something you don't like, Torao, and I'll stop. Right away. Okay?" He leaned forward to bring their lips together again, kissing softly before wriggling his way down T's body.
He made sure to stop and lick at each nipple, at T's navel, and the lovely ridges of T's abdomen, wanting it to be as good as possible. He didn't think he'd ever been anyone's first time before. It had to be good.
T groaned, panting a little, eyes rolling as those hips rolled. Yeah, it was pretty fucking good, especially if you'd never had a blowjob before. He let T's cock rub against his cheek as he licked through the black pubes around T's cock, and then he nuzzled T's balls, licked them a couple of times, stretching it out a little before he headed for the long, hard cock.
T cried out, jerking up into his touch, looking perfectly stunned.
He smiled up and pet T's thigh reassuringly. "It's okay. I'm going to make you feel good."
He licked the sweet dip beside T's hip, and then turned his head and repeated the lick, this time from the base of T's cock all the way to the tip. He teased his tongue across the top and looked up to make sure T was enjoying and not panicking. It would have been so easy to lose himself in the salty taste and the musky scent and the wonderful heat.
So odd, to forget himself so quickly to this beautiful stranger, but he did, T rolling up and reaching for his touch. He took Torao's foreskin between his lips, playing with it before wrapping his lips around the tip of T's cock and slowly going down about halfway. He used his hand to jack the bottom half of T's prick, his head bobbing slowly, tongue playing over the tip, slapping at it and flicking over it.
The sounds Torao made were amazing--sharp and deep and surprisingly loud and...
Feral.
Animal.
Erotic as hell.
He shifted so his own prick rubbed against the bed, each of Torao's sounds making him throb and need. He sucked harder, head beginning to bob faster. He would show T how good making love could be.
Torao tried to roll, hips thrusting instinctively, cock pushing into his throat gracelessly. Shit. Shit, he'd never met anyone who gave it up like this, so free, so completely.
He opened wide as he could and let Torao take his mouth, fingers sliding to stroke over T's balls. So hot and urgent and abandoned--it was thrilling. Those heavy balls tightened, T's cock throbbing in his lips, swelling for him, warning him.
He could have pulled off, but he figured T was new to this, would be clean, and so he just sucked harder, and he slid his fingers back beyond T's balls, just teasing the wrinkled little hole.
The roar T gave shook the windows, the splash of spunk on his tongue bitter and salt and faintly sweet. He swallowed T down, mouth and tongue gentling on the hot flesh, but still moving, drawing out T's pleasure.
T slumped down into the sheets, panting and huffing, hands opening and closing. He slowly let T's prick go and kissed one hip. Then, ignoring his own throbbing cock in favor of sliding his hands over T, he touched and stroked, gently bringing T down.
That purr vibrated through him, the sound loud and satisfied. Happy.
"See? Making love as a man is good. No hurting." Though his own balls were starting to ache, but that was a hurt of a different kind of hurt altogether and he'd get relief soon enough, even if it was by his own hand.
"Good. No hurting." T groaned and stretched, face rubbing against his chest and belly, fingers sliding over his legs.
Oh, he was going to start rumbling himself if T kept that up. He shifted onto his back, spreading his legs a little, opening himself up to T's touching and rubbing. "That's how it's supposed to be."
Torao made a noise that he hoped was an agreement, then that mass of black hair with the white streaks sort of splashed on his skin, followed by those soft cheeks. Much as he would like to watch he couldn't because his head fell back onto the mattress, his back arching as he stretched out for T, offering as much of his skin as he could.
He'd never been explored with such curiosity, with such attention. T licked and touched, purring over his navel, lapping the clear liquid from the tip of his cock. He held his hips as still as he could, but just couldn't stop the way they jerked the first time T's tongue touched him, nor the long groan that came from his throat. "Oh, God. T."
He had one hand wrapped in the sheets, but the other moved over Torao, sliding through the soft mess of hair, touching T's cheeks and shoulders. Torao arched for the petting, licking more and more eagerly at his cock as he touched.
"Feels good. Feels so good." He kept petting, trying to encourage T, make sure Torao knew how good it was for him. And it sure was good. The untutored licks and touches were sending pleasure shooting up his spine, the ache in his balls growing more pronounced as each moment passed.
Then T's tongue found his balls, bathing them, surrounding him in an amazing wet heat.
He
cried out, heels planting in the mattress, giving him leverage to push himself up against T's mouth. Focused on his nuts, tongue bathing him and making him twist and cry out, T seemed determined to send him over the edge just from that attention.
Then that tongue slid lower, rubbing over his hole. He shouted out, hand grabbing his cock, that touch, along with T's tongue on him were enough to send him over the edge. His whole body shuddered as the come poured out of him in pulses, each touch of T's tongue sending another ripple through him until finally he lay there, limp, melted, panting for breath.
Then Torao crawled up and licked him clean, tongue dragging and rough on his skin. He moaned softly, his fingers moving through T's hair, over T's skin, touching whatever he could reach. For a novice T was fucking amazing at this.
"Come kiss me," he whispered.
"Kiss." T's purr tickled, deep inside his belly.
His breath caught and he half laughed, half moaned, fingers wrapping in Torao's hair, tugging gently. "Yes. Yes, please."
"Pllllllease." Torao grinned, those eyes seeming to almost glow. Pretty.
He laughed, rubbing up against Torao as the lithe body slowly moved up along his own.
As soon as he could, he brought their lips together, moaning into the heat of Torao's mouth. T tasted like him, and a little bit wild, and he pushed his tongue deep, sweeping it through T's.
How could anyone have caged this? Hurt it?
He shifted slightly and they curled together, mouths and fingers touching, the sun warming their skin.
"I'm glad I was walking by that alley," he murmured against T's lips.
"Mmmhmm. Alley with the other Mans."
He chuckled. "Yeah, and here I thought that had been a waste of time. I guess everything happens for a reason, doesn't it? You'll stay with me, won't you?" The words were out before he'd even really thought about it, but now that he'd said it, he realized he wanted it, wanted to protect and care for, and make love to, this amazing... Torao.
"Stay?" Torao nuzzled in, eyelids drooping. "Nap."
He chuckled. "Yeah, nap." It was good enough for now.
Torao licked him again, then the air around the man seemed to shimmer and shift. Suddenly Torao got heavy and toothy and fuzzy.
He swallowed a scream--he'd done the girly scream already once today, thank you very much--but went stiff.
The paw on his belly was much larger than T's hand, and he'd bet the claws he couldn't see were sharp as hell, but he fit in against Torao's belly just right, the fur soft and warm. And T's purrs were something else, vibrating against him.
He petted T's belly carefully. "Just don't forget you like me," he whispered, making himself relax. Torao chuffed and curled around him, tail heavy on his thigh.
He rubbed his cheek against T's fur. Damn, that was soft. He could maybe get used to this.
As long as he made it through the nap without getting punctured by either tooth or claw.
Chapter Two
Torao slept and wandered, ate and slept more, exploring Grey-Son's house and yard, both as a tiger and a man.
There were upstairs rooms and downstairs rooms, places to soak in the water and places to nap in the sun.
Torao Approved.
He stretched out on the cool grass, paws batting at the grasshoppers and butterflies.
Yes. Approved.
He thought he heard his name, but he was feeling too lazy to go inside again and look. A moment later Grey-Son came out of the back door and made a squeaking noise. "T! You can't be out here like that!"
He rolled over to his other side and stretched, blinking, the grass tickling his whiskers.
Grey-Son came rushing over to him. "I'm serious, T. If anyone sees you they'll call the cops! You need to be a man outside. Really." Grey-Son looked around and then back at him. "Please?"
He sighed, rolling his eyes and growling. He liked the grass. He thought of himself looking like a man, feeling like a man. Being a man.
Bor-ring.
"Oh crap! You can't be out here like that either!" Grey-Son tugged off the shirt he wore and wrapped it around Torao's waist. "I'm sorry, but the cops'll get called if you're naked, too."
Torao sighed, stalking into the cage-house and heading for the little guess-room. Naptime. Before he bit something.
Grey-Son followed him, hands sliding over his shoulders just before he got there. "T. I'm sorry. There's just certain rules we have to follow if we don't want to bring attention to you. I hate to think what would happen if someone found out about you."
Torao wasn't sure what to say, so he didn't. He nuzzled Grey-Son's hand, then leapt to the bed to lick his paws and rest. Grey-Son came and sat next to him, hand sliding over his skin before he could shift. "We need to find you something to do, don't we? Can you read?"
"Rrrrrread?" Grey-Son knew odd things.
Grey-Son nodded. "Books? Stay there and I'll get one."
Grey-Son shot off and came back a moment later with a rectangle that looked like maybe it was a brick, except it had colors on it.
"Here. A book."
A book.
He poked it. It was lighter than a brick.
And then Grey-Son did the most amazing thing. He opened the book. There were pages like the flyers, but with no pictures and the pages had black marks all over them.
"It tells a story. But I guess if you can't read... I could teach you. Of course we'll have to get some easier books to start."
"Do they say 'come see the tigers'?" All the flyers said that or 'come see the freaks.'
"What? No, it's not about tigers at all. It's about men who sailed the seas in the seventeenth century. It's called fiction. It's a made up story that people read for fun. There's lots of different topics though. I can see if I can find one about tigers if you like. We could start off with me reading to you."
He tilted his head, trying to understand, but he didn't. Couldn't. It didn't make sense.
"Hmm... maybe we should start with TV." Grey-Son stood and held out his paw. "Come on. This is like the books, made up stories, but you don't need to be able to read for them."
Grey-Son was very strange. Very. But kind. Torao liked kind, so he took Grey-Son's paw and followed.
Grey-Son sat on the big shaped pillow and pulled him down, too. Then he picked up a plastic rectangle and pressed a button on it. Immediately, noise filled the room and the black box against the wall got pictures in it.
He frowned, growled and pushed closer to Grey-Son, protecting the Man.
He got a surprised look and Grey-son pressed some buttons on the plastic rectangle and the pictures disappeared. "It wasn't real... just pictures." Grey-Son chuckled. "Maybe I'm going about this wrong. What did you used to do for fun in...the cages?"
"Nap. There was a ball, a pool." He walked over to the box and touched it. "Pictures?"
Grey-Son nodded. "Yeah. See how it's flat? Okay, now don't be startled, I'm going to make them come on again."
The black suddenly had moving pictures in it again.
He touched the box, looking closely. Lights.
Lights.
They made pictures with lights.
The noise slowly came back as Grey-Son pressed something on the little rectangle he held. "You like it? Oh, here, let me find the sports channel. You can watch them playing with a ball. I can get you one, too. To play with."
The pictures changed almost dizzyingly and then stopped, a bunch of Mans chasing a ball around.
"A ball! Tigers?" Did the box make tiger-pictures?
"Um... Oh! The Discovery Channel might have something." The pictures changed fast again, and when it stopped there were elephants. "Well, it's not tigers, but this is where they'd be."
Torao plopped down, staring at the pictures. Waiting.
Tigers were good at waiting.
He was good at waiting.
There were lots of elephants in the pictures and some Mans was talking about them and how something called poachers were hunting them, killing the
m and taking their tusks.
Then all of a sudden there were tigers!
He growled and sat up, eyes huge. Tigers. Not white like him, but orange.
Yellow.
Pretty.
In the tall grasses outside.
Grey-Son laughed. "You like those? Here, I'll dvr it and then you can watch it as often as you want."
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