“Well, I do like to get my partner ready and shivering first,” Roux said and dipped the lower part of his face between Jack’s buttocks. He licked the sensitive skin around Jack’s hole, barely adding any pressure. That was for the better, because Roux’s tongue was coarse.
And because that was its texture, Jack hadn’t expected ever getting rimmed. This was a magical night. He’d stood up to his dad and a roomful of creature haters, saved his son, got his boyfriend back, and now his ass would be getting the royal treatment in Marie Antoinette’s cabin.
Shivers affected even Jack’s deepest muscles, and he moaning helplessly into the bedcover, trapped between wanting more and the fear of this becoming too much somehow. He didn’t know how, but the sensation affected him so much he could barely make use of his brain.
The padded hands kneaded his buttocks. “Tell me if it’s too much,” Roux whispered and the tip of his tongue teased Jack’s hole, making him moan and squirm despite the touch being so faint. Was it the anticipation? He wasn’t even sure, but Roux was using lots of saliva.
How could anything ever be too much with Roux? Jack wished he could consume his lover, and be consumed at the same time. “I just want you to make me your kitty,” he growled, rolling his cock over the covers for friction while the damp, nubby tongue teased his opening.
“Never gonna be a kitty, Jack.” Roux’s hot breath tickled Jack’s hole when he snorted, but he was right back at teasing his tongue into Jack’s ass. Despite Roux being smaller, his tongue had quite a nice girth as he pushed it past the sphincter.
“Why not?” Jack moaned, pushing back into the lush, furry face. The whiskers were a whole different story, and their touch felt almost like thin, prodding fingers.
“You’d have to grow a lot more fur than you’ve got,” Roux said when he pulled his tongue back and once more lapped at Jack’s buttocks, making Jack shiver. His body was a bundle of excitable nerves and wherever Roux touched, sparks flied.
“Oh, come on, you know that I mean,” Jack complained and rocked his hips back yet again, his dick getting so hard it was hard to focus on anything else.
Fuck me.
Fuck me with your chat dick, Roux.
His silent plea was answered when Roux languidly pulled away, only to climb on top of Jack. He wasn’t heavy. Pleasant as a furry blanket. Roux purred when his cock slipped between Jack’s buttocks, already prodding at the throbbing hole with its small tip. The cock broadened closer to the base, but it would slide in so easily.
“You’re so… inviting,” Roux teased and licked up Jack’s ear.
Jack gave a frantic nod and looked up at his lover, raising his feet to rub the furry legs with his heels. “The word’s welcoming.”
Roux chuckled, rocking his cock into Jack’s hole. Unlike a human dick, there was no need for pressing the cockhead in first, Roux’s erection just pushed on, stretching Jack bit by bit, but he could definitely feel the irregular nubs.
“Yes. Your ass is very welcoming, Jack. I can’t wait to spend into you.”
Jack nodded and pushed back, stabbing himself on his lover’s prick, greedy to have all of it inside him.
The nubs felt amazing as they teased Jack’s sensitive insides with every movement of the cock. Jack’s mind was already clouding. “Please.”
Roux groaned into Jack’s ear, and his spiky teeth against Jack’s scalp were as exciting as they were scary. “Can’t promise I’ll last long,” he said, already panting.
Roux wrapped his arms around Jack’s chest, embracing him tightly, and his hips went to work at such a fast pace that Jack yelped and moaned all at once.
He spread his thighs wide when the cock stabbed him hard, delving into him time and time again. The touch of Roux’s naked body, warm and fluffy, was such a treat he couldn’t promise stamina either. His brain obsessed over Roux’s balls and the load they held for him.
“That’s... the best dick I’ve ever had inside me,” he uttered, relaxed. It didn’t hurt. It wasn’t weird. It was amazing. The perfect size and fit for him. Unlike some massive thing, like Calix’s, this one he could take every single day. The prospect already made him giddy, but it was hard to focus on anything beyond the most immediate future when Roux fucked him with such wild strokes. The way the nubs teased his sphincter with each thrust was bliss, and when they went farther in and massaged his prostate, thinking became an impossibility. How could Roux have had such a perfect pleasure instrument on hand and never before used it?
Roux wouldn’t even speak to him anymore, letting out little mewls every now and again as he went all the way in. The last few times Roux pushed into Jack, he made rounded motions, rubbing his soft thighs against Jack’s, and the heat between them seared Jack’s skin.
“So… full… of cum,” Roux mumbled sleepily as he licked the hair at the back of Jack’s head.
Jack gave a broken sound, desperate to come while Roux was still inside him, and he raised his hips just enough to fit his hand underneath. “It’s so fucking hot inside me,” he babbled, jerking off at a frantic pace.
His entire body stiffened when Roux’s canines scraped the back of his neck, and he came, thrashing under his lover.
Roux moaned, surely stimulated again when Jack’s hole throbbed around him, squeezing his cock as if it didn’t want to let it go. Jack never wanted anyone else in his bed but Roux. Their connection was perfect on so many levels. Not only was Roux a fantastic lover, but also accepted Jack with all of his flaws. He cared about Jack. And Chad.
He was it. The One. The End Game.
Minutes passed until Jack was ready to do anything besides breathing, and he moved his head so he could see Roux still laying on top of him. “Satisfied?”
Roux nuzzled Jack’s nose and purred. “I’ve wanted this for a very long time.”
Jack chuckled. “Just say the word from now on. We need to make up for lost time, if you catch my drift.”
Roux did. He licked Jack’s jaw with a happy expression, whiskers twitching, eyes focused on Jack only. “Anytime, Jack.”
Jack’s eyelids shut as he slowly drowned in the haziness left behind by pleasure.
“Anytime, Roux.”
Epilogue
The summer smelled of lavender and milk.
Jack was more than content lying in a large hammock under a tree in the garden behind Roux’s family home. The raw fish dish Roux’s mom made for him still felt weird on his tongue, but he was starting to value the freshness of traditional chat food and, even more so, the love put into its preparation.
Roux had been right. His family was noisy, all over the place, and far too big for the small house, but none of them seemed bothered that they couldn’t afford fancy things or travel. And while the chaos tired him out at times, he appreciated always having someone to talk to. Though privacy was so hard to come by, he was considering building a small hut, just for him and Roux, somewhere at the edge of the village.
Roux had hissed at him when he’d suggested that. As happy as Roux was to visit his family, he didn’t want to stay in Bonnes too long. Jack still hoped they could come here for a few weeks every summer. The weather was glorious, with sunshine and a gentle breeze, and the lazy pace of life in chat country brought Jack much needed peace after the painful parting from his own family.
None of his relatives had replied to his letters, which hurt, but he hoped that with time they’d realize he would not budge from the path he’d chosen.
Roux’s parents had been perplexed to meet Jack at first and had regarded him with suspicion, but they had come around quickly, happy that a son they thought would forever be a plaything for tomchats had found someone he loved.
Despite initial hostility, even some of the more conservative chats in the village embraced him after Jack fulfilled his promise and had become the first human face of JUSTICE. He didn’t think his membership solved anything, but the fact that a venator of his reputation had chosen to speak on behalf of creatures so publically, stirred th
e conversation at least, and with time it might encourage humans to open up to their nonhuman neighbors.
For now though, Jack was focusing all of his attention on his memoir.
But it wasn’t the one he’d planned to publish anonymously. This one would be a very public declaration of his beliefs, stories about the creatures he’d met, and what he’d learned from those interactions. He was already in talks with an American publisher. Father wouldn’t be happy about this development, but he would have to understand Jack wasn’t doing any of this to spite him.
Jack was a man on a mission.
“We’re back!” Roux yelled from afar, and Jack looked up from his notes.
The only tall form approaching through a field of tall grass, Roux, emerged followed by five of his tiny chat siblings and Jack’s own son, Chad. He hadn’t been sure about bringing the boy here, especially since this was to be Jack’s first time meeting Roux’s family, but Roux had been adamant that many chats needed to rethink their own attitudes as well, and shouldn’t pick and choose what kind of being they accepted into their midst. So here Chad was—a tarantoid as tall as a human ten-year old, frolicking in the grass with baby chats.
Jack put down his notebook and stretched. “Wouldyou care for some food?” he asked, pointing at the unfinished plate as Roux approached, dressed only in linen shorts, which left Jack to marvel at the beauty of his lover’s elongated form. He walked with so much grace, coming up to Jack in long strides, shoulders back.
“Oh, yes! I’m dying to eat.”
As Chad and the other kids dashed into the back yard, Roux rolled into Jack’s hammock. His fur was hot, silky, and smelled of sunshine. What more could a man want from life?
Well, maybe some privacy, because being walked in on by his future mother-in-law wasn’t on Jack’s agenda. He hugged Roux and inhaled his fresh scent.
“I found a cozy spot by the river,” Roux whispered, and Jack knew exactly what this was about. Roux was reading his mind.
He couldn’t love him more.
The end
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1907, twenty years into the zombie Plague
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