“Asad?”
“Yes, kitten?” he asked, pausing to cup the side of Catan’s head.
“Can we… can you do something? It’s all right if you say no. I won’t hold it against you or anything, I just thought that maybe --”
“Kitten, what is it?” he interrupted.
“I want to know what it feels like, to… you know, with someone I love,” he said, batting his large, sensuous eyes.
He tilted his head. Was his kitten asking what he thought he was asking? “Are you talking about sex?”
Catan huffed, frowning at him. He took his silence for assent and had to hold in his laughter. Now was definitely not the time to laugh at the situation. His kitten was asking him to fuck him.
Asad bowed his head, capturing Catan’s lips again. He released them with a smack. “You can ask me anything, kitten,” he soothed.
“I want it to be like before, with Seth,” Catan said, a determined glint in his eye.
Rage filled his body. He didn’t want to relive the helpless feeling when he had spied Catan being thrown to the ground, the bloody bastard grinding into him from above. He wished he could go back in time and kill him again for scaring his kitten.
He tamped down his anger, closing his eyes briefly. He had to do this for Catan. He couldn’t turn him away now. “Do you want me to tie you up?” he asked, mindless of the quiver in his voice.
Catan nodded, a slight movement betraying his nerves. “I don’t want you to stop. If I panic, I don’t want you to stop. I need to move on, Asad. I need to find a way to get rid of my dreams.”
“But you didn’t have a dream last night, kitten. Your dreams might be gone now. We don’t have to do this,” he said, trying to find a way for Catan to back out if he wanted to.
Catan squared his shoulders. “I need to do this. Please, Asad.”
Asad smiled, brushing his lips over Catan’s forehead. “Of course. I’d do anything for you.”
He raised himself up from the bed, turning to the wall set across from them. He pressed a panel hidden within the mural, releasing a small cubby. He found what he was looking for at the back, a thick pile of rope and the small bottle of oil Fahd had given him.
When he turned around, Catan was on his knees, swaying on the bed. He pursed his lips, tilting his head to look at Asad. Asad grinned at him, content to see how far his kitten was willing to take his newfound sexual freedom.
Catan blushed, a rosy bloom just visible beneath his fur. Asad chuckled, walking forward and uncoiling the rope. When he reached Catan, he had a length of rope separated. He released one razor sharp nail, easily tearing through the rope to give him a smaller, more manageable length. Catan hesitated before holding out his hands in front of his body. Despite his misgivings, Asad’s cock gave a painful lurch, intense pleasure filling him from the thought of binding his mate. Blood flowed into the shaft, lengthening and thickening it until it jutted forward, reaching for Catan.
He dropped the rest of the rope and the bottle to the bed at Catan’s knees, reaching forward and grabbing Catan’s wrists with his free hand. He positioned his hands, palms touching and fingers stretched. He folded the rope in half, forming a loop at one end. He wound the rope once around his arms, feeding the ends of the rope into the loop. He repeated the winding again, feeding the ends through the loop and forming a line of rope just below the first.
Asad glanced at Catan to make sure he was comfortable. Catan had a line drawn between his eyes. He was looking at the rope. He tilted his head and met Asad’s waiting gaze. “This isn’t what --”
“Let me do this my way, kitten. Okay?” he asked, patiently waiting.
Catan nodded and he went back to his knots. He wound both ends of the rope around the previous windings, cinching them between his wrists. He split the two ends of the rope, weaving them around Catan’s wrists and tying a loose knot to complete everything. He wanted his bondage to be tight but not threatening. It was loose enough that he could still move, but secure enough he was assured Catan couldn’t break free unless Asad decided to let him go.
Catan smiled at him, nodding his head again when he saw the finished product. Asad grinned, grabbing his kitten around the waist and lowering him to the bed to sprawl on his back.
Catan shimmied his hips, getting comfortable, making Asad groan when he noticed the motion made Catan’s cock bounce. He reached down to grab the bottle of oil, opening it to squeeze out a generous handful. He coated his cock, slicking his hand up and down his shaft.
Asad moved to lower himself over Catan, pausing when Catan cried out. “Wait, I want to taste you first. It’s only fair.” He grinned, wiggling his hips again.
Asad couldn’t help but laugh. His cock was throbbing, and he was an instant away from bathing Catan in his seed. He held the base of his shaft with a hard grip to distract himself. Moving onto his knees, he raised one leg, placing it on the other side of Catan, straddling his chest on either side. Catan hummed happily, placing his bound hands against one of Asad’s thighs. He tipped his head, reaching out with his tongue until he touched the tip of Asad’s cock.
Catan licked along the head, bathing his glans with his saliva and licking off the nawra oil. Catan moistened his lips, grinning when Asad moaned in response. He returned to his shaft, moving his agile tongue along the side, hungrily sucking and kissing his length. He lapped around Asad’s hand where it held the base of his penis.
Asad shifted, rising up slightly so Catan had access to his sac. He felt the rough, little tongue dance across his scrotum, leaving behind a fiery path. He passed over his fingers again, kissing his hand before moving back along his shaft. When he reached the glans, Catan paid special attention to the barbs ringing the head. They were different from Catan’s, thicker, more prominent, so sensitive it made Asad’s toes curl, watching his kitten lapping at his cock.
He felt a tightening in his lower back, his balls drawing up, and he pulled away. His tail caressed Catan’s thighs, moving along to brush against his cock. “I won’t last if you keep doing that, kitten,” he growled, pushing himself back to straddle Catan’s thighs.
Catan’s bound hands twitched against his stomach, reaching for him. He leaned forward, placing a kiss against the ropes, moving down to suckle the slender fingers.
Asad moved back, resting on his knees. He shifted, drawing Catan’s legs out from under him and sliding them up his arms. He held Catan’s knees in the bends of his arms, pushing them back so he could see exactly what he had been waiting for.
He reached back for the bottle of oil, coating his fingers once more. His eyes on Catan’s face, he painted oil on his opening, drawing circles around his hole. Catan tensed, obviously waiting to see what he would do next. “This isn’t how --” he started.
“Kitten, let me do this my way. I don’t want any memories intruding on what we do here.”
Catan subsided, resting back and watching every move Asad made. He knew that Catan had only been taken from behind. He would have no idea of the pleasures that could be had, and Asad wanted to make sure that he didn’t accidentally remind Catan of something from before.
He worked the opening, pressing his fingers around the hole, not entering, just dancing across the flesh. Catan mewled, rising up, asking for something he had no idea he was asking for. Asad grunted, satisfied. He slowly inserted one finger, brushing it up into Catan, carefully probing until he felt the bump of his prostate. Catan squeezed his muscles, pressing against Asad’s finger. Now it was Asad’s turn to gasp, feeling the squeeze of his kitten. He removed his finger, pressing two fingers into the opening, watching Catan’s face for any discomfort. When he realized he was okay to move forward, he pressed the fingers in, scissoring them and stretching the ring of muscle inside Catan’s ass.
He groaned again at the warm, heated passage gripping his fingers. It was going to feel like heaven when he sheathed his cock inside. He thrust his fingers, bumping his prostate on every stroke.
“Are you ready for mor
e?” he asked, panting.
Catan squirmed, moving his hips, bucking into his fingers. Asad grimaced. He was going to take that as a yes. He slid his fingers out, pressing three fingers together and inserting them simultaneously. It was a tighter fit. He had to be careful, but Catan made no move to tense up.
He thrust the fingers in, gentle at first and then harder when Catan started to move with him. He couldn’t take any more of this. He needed him now. Asad removed his hand, reaching for the oil again. He poured out a generous amount, coating his cock until it shone with liquid. Pressing his aching shaft to Catan’s hole, he paused. He couldn’t believe how hot he was, staring at the sight below him. He was close to bursting from watching his mate writhe beneath him. “Kitten… do you want this?”
Catan moaned wantonly, tipping his hips.
“I need the words. Do you want this?” he asked, desperate.
“Yes… yes…”
Asad thrust, parting Catan and inserting his cock. The walls of his ass closed like a vise around his shaft, brushing up against his barbs. He had to pause, waiting until the urge to come had passed before continuing forward.
Grasping both legs, he raised them higher, pressing Catan’s knees back into his chest. Carefully, he inched forward, his cock sliding into Catan. His kitten gasped, eyes wide, staring at him in wonder. He slid forward, bumping his prostate with the head of his glans. Catan tipped back his head, letting it fall hard to the bed. He thrashed from side to side, tipping his hips to take more of Asad.
Finally, Asad bottomed out, sliding himself in to the hilt. He stilled, content to feel the snug grip of Catan’s ass, contracting around his cock with every shift Catan made. Catan couldn’t stay still. His hips were moving, eager to feel every inch of Asad inside him.
Asad lowered the legs he was holding in front of him, maneuvering until Catan could wrap them around his waist. He leaned forward, pressing his chest to Catan’s, waiting until he met his gaze. Catan lifted up, kissing him ferociously.
He started to move, withdrawing, moving against legs that were desperately trying to keep him inside. They tightened around his waist, causing Catan to tighten the muscles in his ass. Asad groaned at the feeling. Catan writhed now, the barbs catching on his every nerve ending on their way out, scraping like fingernails along the walls of his ass.
Asad pulled out until just the head of his cock remained, pausing before thrusting back in. He wouldn’t last long, not this first time. He thrust, withdrew, thrust, withdrew until he was nearly crazy with the need to come. Catan was moving into his thrusts, desperately twisting his hips. Asad moved one hand, curling it around his kitten’s cock, and that was enough for him. He squeezed down on Asad, roaring out his release. Asad groaned, jerking once more and then joining Catan in his release. Pearly white strings of come coated his hand where it cupped Catan’s cock. His own release jetted up into Catan, marking him as his.
Catan was his.
“I love you, Asad,” Catan whispered, panting.
“I love you, kitten. You belong to me,” he returned, leaning down to kiss Catan. He tenderly held his hands, unwinding the rope from his wrists.
Chapter Six
Catan paced along the bridge, walking from one end to the other. He was conscious of Asad watching him, and every once in a while he put a little bounce in his step, trying to entice the other man into going below with him. Asad had wanted to come up and talk with Laithe, and Catan was trying his level best to get him to change his mind. He smiled, thinking of the power he held. It went both ways, but with Asad he didn’t have to fear anything. His Leo accepted him for who he was and it was incredibly empowering.
He passed by Asad again, twitching his tail back and forth.
“For all that is holy, if you don’t stop that, I’m going to take you below and teach you a lesson,” Morgan growled.
Asad reached over, swiping at the Pardus, snarling when Morgan laughed and jumped out of reach. Catan lowered his head, not wanting Asad to see his smile. He would just get upset if he realized Catan was happy the other members of the pride were noticing him in a sexual way now. Not that he was tempted to go to anyone but Asad. He couldn’t imagine being with anyone but him, but it was nice to be noticed. It was nice not to be scared of his feelings.
Lev laughed, hooting when Morgan ducked behind him for protection. “Seriously, Asad, you have to admit the little Lynx there is trying to entice someone downstairs to fuck him. If you aren’t going to do it, some of us are more than up to the task.”
Asad merely shook his head, looking at Catan with a small smile on his face. Catan grinned back, turning his back to him and swishing his tail again. “That’s it,” Asad rumbled.
Catan turned around, eyes widening when he saw Asad coming toward him. He danced out of the way, moving backward.
“Come in, Warship Shahnaz, come in,” sounded a garbled voice.
Everyone paused, turning to look at the console in front of Laithe. Laithe held up his hand for silence, answering the call. “This is the Warship Shahnaz. Who is this?” he asked.
“We are calling from Himalay. We need your help,” the voice came back.
Rajiv stood from where he had been sprawled, silently padding toward Laithe. “I know that voice,” he said quietly, his deep voice rumbling out from his throat.
Catan looked at the others. They were all staring at Rajiv, startled that someone from the Tigris home world would be calling for them. Asad motioned for him, bringing him to the side where they were out of the way. Catan could still hear the voices continuing their discussion, but he couldn’t quite grasp the words.
Laithe called out to them, bringing their attention back to him. “We are changing our course,” he said. “It seems the Tigris have a crisis on Himalay they don’t want to deal with. Does anyone have an objection to traveling there?”
Catan knew that no one would speak up. They were all curious to see what could possibly cause the Tigris to call for help. They were the largest species among the Felidae and they had no problem asserting their dominance when they felt like it. They never called for help. What could be so important they would ask for it now?
“What did they want?” Asad questioned, brushing his hand along Catan’s arm.
“They didn’t say,” Laithe groused. “But I can’t ignore a call for help. We have no choice. Unless one of you strongly objects, we are changing our heading and going to see what the problem is.”
They all looked to where Rajiv had been standing. He was gone, nowhere to be found on the bridge. Catan opened his mouth, startled. He stared at Asad, waiting for him to say something, but Asad merely shook his head. Catan settled down, watching while the other pride members initiated a change in course.
“I wonder what’s going on?” Rowan asked him, sidling up beside him.
“I don’t know. Maybe Laithe will find out more when he talks to them again. This has never happened before,” he said, turning wide eyes on her.
“It’s pretty exciting though, isn’t it?” she asked, laughing quietly. “I get to see another planet. How cool is this?”
“Are you cold?” he asked, staring at her.
“No, it’s an expression. It means that it’s nice, wonderful.”
“Ah, okay,” Catan said, grinning when she laughed freely. He loved her laugh.
He looked over to where Laithe and Asad were talking. When they had finished, Laithe nodded to Asad. Rowan passed him, squeezing his arm and walking to her mate. Asad moved up toward him, catching his hand and walking to the stairs.
“Well, this is definitely a change in pace,” Asad commented.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“We’re not sure. Laithe is right though. We can’t ignore a call for help. I just wish they had given us more information to go on. I don’t like going into anything blind and if I know Fahd, he is probably going nuts trying to figure out how he is going to keep Laithe and Rowan safe if this is an ambush of some sort.”
; Catan remained quiet, lost in thought until they reached Asad’s room. Their room now. Asad had told him in no uncertain terms that morning that his place was now with Asad. He couldn’t be happier about it.
“How long will it be until we get to Himalay?” he asked, thinking ahead.
“Not long. We should be there in a few hours,” Asad replied, sighing and falling to lounge on the bed. He brought up both his hands, smoothing back his mane.
Catan stilled, rubbing his thumb along his nose. He tapped the end, waiting until Asad looked up at him. He quirked his head, swaying side-to-side. He’d bet he could come up with a solution to keep Asad busy for a few hours until he was needed again.
He pounced quickly, landing on Asad’s chest, laughing when his mate grunted. He wiggled into a more comfortable position, crossing his arms on the big chest in front of him. “Sooo… it seems we have a few hours to while away,” he giggled.
Asad smirked, raising his arms to cross them behind his head.
“And what do you have in mind, kitten?” he asked, failing to keep a serious face.
Catan lowered his face, blowing a hot breath along Asad’s chest. With another giggle he traced C.L. + A.G. into the fur.
“What are you doing, kitten?” Asad asked, trying to raise his head to look at Catan.
He smiled, smoothing down the fur, finishing it with a kiss pressed to his chest. “Nothing, Asad. I’m not doing anything.” With a sigh of contentment, he lowered his head again, resting his cheek on Asad.
Asad uncurled his arms, bringing one up to cover Catan’s hands. With the other, he pulled him close, shifting to place a kiss against his forehead. Catan leaned forward and nipped the hand covering his own. With a wicked glance at Asad, he shimmied down his body, ending up with his chin hovering over Asad’s groin.
He leaned forward, breathing along the shaft, elated when it started to harden, rising up to press heavily against his cheek.
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