The Cat's Meow

by Sean Michael

  He could feel his orgasm growing, making his balls tight. Strong fingers wrapped around his hips, dragging them together even tighter. He roared, hips bucking as he shot, filling his jeans.

  A soft chuffing sound caught his ear, Maks sounding satisfied. He leaned against the man, turning to breathe in the scents of sweat and male musk and come mixed with leather.

  “Hello.” Maks licked him.

  He laughed, the sound honest, coming from his belly. “Hello, there.”

  “Good dance.”

  “Yeah. Very good.” He felt like a fucking stud, juices flowing through him. Question was, did he want to drag Maks back to his place, or did he want to go home alone and hit the studio?

  Hell, he could sculpt Maks, over and over again.

  “Come on.” He grabbed the man’s hand and began to head out.

  Maks didn’t question; the man followed him easily.

  The beat of the music was just as strong as earlier, but it wasn’t driving him now, and he just needed to get out, get Maks back to his studio.

  “Where are we going?”

  “My place.”

  “Cool.”

  They didn’t say anything else as he plowed through the crowd, and he breathed in deeply when they hit the street, the air cool and fresh. Maks sniffed, nose wrinkling as he inhaled.

  “You’re pretty primal,” he noted as they headed down the road toward his place.

  The nod he received in response was sure, short. “I don’t go out much.”

  “Well, I’m glad you did tonight. Not sure anyone else would have done it for me.”

  “Good.” Maks’ fingers teased his spine.

  Fuck, the man just did it for him and all they were doing was walking along. Soft, constant purrs seemed to vibrate the body next to him.

  “You ready for round two?” he asked as he opened the door to his studio.

  “I am.” Maks looked in, obviously curious.

  “My studio.” He grinned. “I guess the cat’s out of the bag -- I did the sculpture I delivered to you.”

  “You? Why did you bring it to me?”

  “Because I knew it belonged to someone and Gina suggested you. The minute I opened the door, I knew she was right.”

  “I love it. It’s in my bedroom now.”

  “I dreamt it. When I woke up I had to make it; it was like a compulsion.”

  Maks nodded, like that was a completely reasonable statement.

  He shrugged. “I knew it belonged to someone so I took it to Gina and she said you. Like I said, soon as you opened the door...”

  “Are there more?” The man’s eyes were alight.

  “In the series? Yes.” He motioned Maks in. “Come and see for yourself.”

  Maks grinned, white teeth flashing for a second.

  He turned on the lights, the huge space suddenly bright. Maks made this weird sound, stepping back in surprise before heading forward again. There were statues everywhere in a variety of mediums, in various stages of completion. Maks explored, not touching, but searching each and every one.

  The man moved like a fucking wet dream, all sex and slink. And the noises... They were fascinating, deep, rumbling ones interspersed with chirrups and trills.

  “Any of that mean you like what you see?” Not that he needed anyone’s approval for his work, but the ones he was working on now seemed to fit Maks somehow, to suit him.

  “They’re stunning.” Bright green eyes met his over the top of a piece.

  “Thanks. I’ve been working full tilt on them.” He’d been a little obsessed with them to start with, but ever since delivering that first one to Maks, he’d been more than a little crazy about it.

  There was one piece, a fully formed cat, that had Maks’ attention, the man circling it.

  Deke sauntered in that direction. “That one’s almost done. There’s just something missing.”

  “What?” Maks’ nostrils flared again.

  “I’m not sure. I just know it’s not done.” He shrugged and reached out, stroking the cat’s spine. “It’ll come to me.”

  Maks rippled as if Deke had touched him. Definitely a sensual man. Deke approved.

  “How long have you been sculpting?”

  “All my life. Seriously, I was given clay for my fourth birthday and never put it down.”

  “Fascinating.”

  “Yeah?” Deke shrugged again. “What can I say? It’s a compulsion.”

  “I understand those.”

  “Yeah? What compels you?”

  “Biology. Curiosity.”

  “Biology, eh?” He chuckled and moved in close. “I’m a big fan of biology.”

  Maks sniffed the air. “You smell like sex.”

  “Well, yeah, my jeans have a load in them. It’s less than comfortable, actually. I bet you’re feeling the same way. My shower’s big enough for two.”

  “I like the water.” The butter-soft leather pants opened, slithered down muscled thighs.

  Looked like Maks wasn’t shy at all. Worked for him. He started stripping, too.

  No ink, no scars -- only perfect, tan skin; Maks’ muscles were lean and defined, and Deke wanted to trace every line of them with his tongue.

  “Which way?”

  “Huh? Oh! Yeah.” He grinned. “Follow me.”

  He headed for the shower at the back of the studio. A shiver slipped up his spine as Maks followed. By the time they were at the bathroom at the back of the studio, he was as naked as Maks, his fucking prick hard as anything, as if he hadn’t already come.

  He could feel Maks’ breath, on his shoulder, on his spine. He went right for the shower and turned it on, knowing if he let Maks distract him right now, they’d never make it. Maks pressed up behind him, teeth on his nape. It made him growl a little, the sound almost surprising him. He felt Maks’ response, hips rolling up and rubbing against him.

  He looked back, eyes narrowed. “You clean?”

  “No. That’s what the shower is for.” The teeth dug in a little harder.

  He laughed and wriggled his ass back against Maks’ cock. “I meant in case we didn’t want to use a condom.”

  “Oh. I’m resistant. No diseases.”

  “You’ll let me fuck you naked, then.” Because he was clean, too, and he wanted in that ass. Craved it.

  “If you can take it.”

  He turned, pushing up against Maks. “Is that a challenge?”

  “Fuck, yes.” Maks’ eyes flashed an amazing gold.

  “I accept.” He wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, especially one he wanted with such a perfect payout.

  Grabbing onto Maks’ shoulders, he fused their lips together and tugged the man back into the shower with him. The kisses went deep immediately, Maks fucking his lips, even as he tried to fuck Maks’. This guy was strong and knew exactly what he wanted. It was hot. Really hot.

  They were soon in the water, the spray pounding down around them, locking them in their own little water world. The steam made the dim lights that much more distant, and he was being mauled by this beautiful fucking man.

  He slid his hands along Maks’ back, finding the man’s ass and squeezing one cheek in each hand. He let his thumbs trail up, find that little hot spot at the base of the man’s spine, and Maks arched almost violently. Oh, fuck, that was cool. He pressed it again. The growl was low, fierce, and vibrated through him.

  He broke their kiss, mouth latching onto the man’s neck. Maks rowled, nails on his shoulders as the man stilled, vibrated. The immediate response was great, and he let his teeth scrape over Maks’ skin while he sucked.

  The air was filled with a sudden tension, a wildness that hadn’t been there a second ago. It made him growl, made him shove Maks up against the tile. Maks snarled softly, hips rolling, nails dragging over his skin. He bit at the man’s mouth, loving the snarls, the sting of Maks’ nails. Each bite got him more, pushed them tighter together.

  Screw fucking, they were going to rub off on each other. Aga
in. Too fucking hot to fuck. He loved it. Growling, he humped hard against Maks. Slinky and hot, the man was setting him on fire and he couldn’t fucking figure out why. He was going with it, though, because nothing had felt this good in a long fucking time.

  “Harder.” Teeth scraped the shell of his ear.

  Growling, he shoved Maks up hard against the tile and slammed their bodies together. His teeth found Maks’ collarbone and bit down hard. Heat sprayed between them, Maks’ howl filling the air. That sound, combined with the smell of Maks’ come, hit him right in the gut and he came with a cry of his own.

  Maks purred softly, nuzzled his throat. He leaned against the tall, lean body, panting.

  “Mmm. Hot.”

  “Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.” Chuckling, he unglued himself from Maks and leaned back next to the guy, the tile warm from the water.

  “Do you go to the club a lot?”

  “When the urge takes me. You?” Maks had seemed pretty comfortable there.

  “I follow my instincts.”

  “Well, my instincts are telling me it’s time to rinse off and get out of the shower before we lose the hot water.”

  Maks chuffed softly, turning away and rinsing off quickly. That gave him a long look at the tightest muscled ass he’d ever seen. He definitely wanted a piece of that. Reaching out, he gave it a smack.

  The rowl it produced was low, rough, wild.

  “You make the most amazing noises.”

  “So do you.” Those eyes flashed at him.

  He grinned. “You want to see my bed next?” He wasn’t one to pussyfoot around. He knew he wanted more of naked Maks. Lots more.

  “Is it here?”

  “It is.” He nodded to the second door from the bathroom. Still grinning, he led the way in the single, airy room where he lived.

  “Oh... it smells like you.”

  The moon and the lights from the city poured in, so he didn’t bother with the lights.

  “It’s my home.” And he didn’t usually bring anyone back here.

  Maks nodded, turned to him, nose sliding up his throat. He tilted his head back, moaning happily. Maks moved closer, the touch from the soft lips now.

  He slid his hands over Maks’ back. He was headed for that ass. The muscles of the long back were fascinating, rippling, seeming to shift on their own. He stroked up again and then down, this time making it to Maks’ ass. Oh, fuck, it was tight, the twin globes fitting nicely in his palms. He’d never had one so tight, so firm.

  “Gonna love fucking you.”

  “Mmm. If you can...”

  “Oh, that’s right. You’re going to make me take it.” He growled and snapped his teeth.

  He could get used to the shudder that rocked Maks’ body. He pushed Maks back toward the bed. To his surprise, the man didn’t stumble. Instead the lean body made a beautiful twist, Maks landing on feet and hands in the center of the bed.

  “That’s fucking sexy.” He climbed onto the mattress, stalking Maks on his knees. A low, intense rumble answered him. “That, too.” Growling himself, he pounced on Maks, pressing his prick along that tight, tight ass.

  He could feel the muscles, the danger, the tension, and he wanted to howl with it. He almost did. Instead, he bent and bit Maks’ ass, hard. Maks spun about, hands batting at him. He grabbed hold of the man’s arms and twisted him back down onto the mattress.

  That tight ass pressed against his cock, a needy sound ringing out. He rubbed his cock along Maks’ crack, letting his pre-come ease the way. The line of Maks’ nape was right there, begging for his mouth, his lips, his teeth. Growling, he leaned in and bit, making his claim on this glorious man. Maks jerked, arched up against his body.

  “I dreamed you.” He had. Maks was clearly the man in his sculptures.

  “Yes.” Maks growled, panted heavily. “I want you.”

  “Yes.” He shifted, the head of his cock pressing against Maks’ hole.

  Maks yowled and arched, hips shifting, swaying side-to-side.

  He pushed them both forward, reaching for the lube on his bedside table. He could feel the animal, just beneath the surface, feel the wildness held at bay. He snagged the slick and got himself lubed up, needing again already. The tiny hole teased the slick tip of his cock, almost kissing it.

  He didn’t need to be asked twice; he pushed right in. He howled, the pressure fierce, perfect, holding him like a fist. He ran his hands up Maks’ back, and wrapped them around the man’s shoulders. Dragging Maks back, that amazing body riding his prick.

  “So fucking tight.” He started thrusting, humping hard.

  It didn’t take long for them to find that rhythm -- fast and quick, bodies slamming together. He began to moan, making such noises. Maks’ head fell forward, the spine long and lovely, stretched for him. Growling, he leaned forward, still humping as he bit into the back of Maks’ neck. The reaction throughout Maks’ body made him shake his head, marking the lovely man.

  The suction of his mouth was in perfect rhythm with his thrusts into Maks’ body. Maks called to him, the sounds filling the air, making him shudder. He finally let go of the man’s neck, giving Maks’ skin one last lick. The skin was broken, torn, his teeth marks evident. It made him want to shout and he thrust harder, fucking Maks with everything he had.

  The heat around his cock increased, the pressure maddening. “Fuck!” He reached around and began jacking Maks hard.

  His grip on his sanity, on reality, was slipping, leaving him with only pure need. He slammed into Maks over and over, taking what he needed, growling and howling with the pleasure of it. Maks leaned up and he gathered the man close, back to his chest, his thighs slamming against Maks’.

  So fucking good. It was like his dream, only more visceral. More sexual. All his. He lost track of everything but the tightness around his cock, the heat in his hand and the scent and sound of rutting with Maks.

  “Yes. Yes, fuck. It’s good.” It was better than good.

  He bit at the mark on Maks’ neck again. Maks made the best sounds, deep and raw and rough. Because they’d both already come, the urgency wasn’t there -- just the crazy wildness -- and he kept thrusting, fucking the man like he was going to do it all night.

  “So strong.” Maks reached back, nails sliding down his sides.

  “Fuck!” He jerked hard into Maks’ body.

  Maks’ chuffing laugh was happy, triumphant. He found himself laughing with the man, his hips jerking.

  “Magic man.” Maks slowed them, just a bit, letting the rhythm ease.

  “Just a man,” he countered, nuzzling into Maks’ neck.

  “None of us are just men.”

  No, he supposed they weren’t. “How did you know?” He’d had his sculptures to go by.

  “You smell addictive, fascinating, and you taste so good.”

  He growled, pleased at the compliment, and began increasing his pace again, thrusting hard into Maks’ body. Maks snapped at the air, body rippling around him.

  “Gonna mark you deep inside.”

  “Yes.” He felt Maks’ agreement against his cock.

  “Yes!” He shouted the word, hips snapping as he came.

  Maks’ prick bobbed in his hand, pulsing as a dab of heat splashed on his fingers.

  “That’s it, Maks. Give it up to me.”

  Maks’ head fell forward, the bite mark visible. “Again.”

  “Yes. Again.” He nuzzled the mark, licked at it, his own prick throbbing again, a few drops dribbling from him.

  Maks purred, the sound vibrating through the lean body.

  “I’m going to have to keep you.”

  Maks chuffed softly, a hint of claw on his hip. “You can try, pup. You can truly try.”

  End

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