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The Universal Language (Part 2)

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John sat stiffly, staring at the handsome Jaguar whose eyes had zeroed in on him and him alone. Hugo's whiskers quivered slightly, his ears perked up. The feline's eyes were warm and his friendly smile was welcoming and open, with a hint of invitation. Running his fingers through his own chest fur, half-unsheathed claws combing it smoothly out as he reclined. Despite John's desire to not appear rude, he only mostly succeeded in not watching Hugo's fingers move along. The Human had seen a fair number of beast folk during his years traveling the world, but he'd never really spent much time near one who has more fur shown than hidden.

He found himself blushing a little and took a sip of the tamarind drink he'd been provided to hide it. Hugo, however, appeared to be far too astute. Eyes gleaming with mirth, the Jaguar sat up a little straighter, voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "Quieres mas, amigo?"

The words were mostly known to John, and he could tell that his host was asking him if he wanted more; whether it related to the drink or... something else, the Human wasn't quite sure. Based on the playfully raised eyebrow and the tail thrumming with mischief, John had a feeling he could tell which. In order to buy himself a reprieve from the quickly progressing interaction, he set down his drink and glanced around overtly, hoping he could get directions to the bathroom. "Uh... baño? Donde?"

Hugo smirked, leaning back on the sofa and raising one leg to cross over the other casually. he gestured toward the hall. "Esta alli."

John made his escape quickly, moving to the bathroom so he could not only relieve himself, but also take the time to catch his breath. The Human found himself staring into the mirror, facing his own gaze, asking silently if he was really going to push his luck by showing any interest in his host-- or would it be even more rude to hide his desire and feign disinterest? He knew he was interested; John wasn't a complete stranger to random hookups while he was traveling, but he'd never been invited directly to someone's house before, and definitely not so openly.

Washing his face, John took one last look at himself; despite his carefree methods of travel, he was not prone to being excessively impulsive-- definitely not when there was any significant risk involved. Was he so willing to go out on a limb and not only accept a place to sleep, but a companion to keep his bed warm? He was usually a good judge of character and there weren't any overt red flags popping up. John nodded even as he held his own gaze. "Just... play it by ear, man. Don't push, but don't put up any barriers."

Confident that he had his approach figured out, John exited the bathroom and made his way back down the hall, realizing that he really was comfortable in giving things a chance if his host proved interested enough. Smiling, and doing his best to project an extroverted, pleasant demeanor, John froze when he caught sight of Hugo, lounging on the sofa where he'd last been... though he was even more naked than before, foot paws up on the coffee table with his pants folded neatly beneath them; the Jaguar was dressed in nothing more than a very simple loincloth.

Hugo remained splayed out on the sofa, one arm stretched across the back rest, the other comfortably pressed against his furred abdomen, the tawny fur of his paw creating a stark contrast to his white furred belly. The Jaguar's tail lazily swished back and forth as he hummed a gentle tune to himself, but his gleaming amber eyes squinted in mirth, slit pupils expanding ever-so-slightly when he locked gazes with John as he greeted him freshly. "Bienvenido de nuevo."

John moved to take a seat but paused, realizing there were two sofas, but, before he'd left to use the bathroom he'd been seated with his host. Would it be too forward for him to return to his seat next to Hugo, or would it be rude of him to suddenly change his-- the mental conundrum came to an end when he heard the soft, muffled thumping of the Jaguar patting the couch cushion next to himself, saying something in his native language. Feeling his cheeks redden slightly, John offered up a smile and returned to take a seat by his host's side. He saw Hugo smile warmly as the Jaguar's arm curled a little more around his shoulder. The Human picked up his drink again, taking a sip before announcing his thanks. "Gracias."

Hugo's eyes gleamed mirthfully, seemingly focused on observing every little nuance of John's body language. His response was soft, smooth, and the 'r' rolled from his very obvious purring. "Porrrrrr nada."

The Jaguar leaned forward to pick up his own cup from the table, taking a long sip of it before returning it to its place, and he leaned back anew, letting out a contented sigh, his purring thrummed audibly and, being so close, John could feel it vibrate against his side. John smiled as he glanced to his host, the Jaguar looking back at him. An osculating fan had been turned on and John enjoyed the feel of the breeze hit him, but he paused when he saw Hugo's ear flick at the air current. The gesture very nearly made the Human giggle and he had to fight back the inclination, only barely managing it.

Both of Hugo's ears rose, a questioning glint in his eye. "Que?"

John managed to swallow his mirth, realizing he had a bit of a challenge ahead of him to try and explain his sudden outburst. "It's... it's your ear." He didn't know the word, and, instead, he pointed toward his own, reaching up to gently tug at his earlobe before pointing to Hugo's. "Ear. No say in español."

It was certainly a cobbled together statement but, thankfully, the Jaguar seemed to understand. "Ah..." He reached up and tweaked his own round furry ear. "nxkyine..." The word was definitely not Spanish, but he quickly added "Oreja."

That sounded right, and John nodded. "Oh... right. Oreja!"

Hugo grinned, giving his ear a flick for good measure. "Eeir."

John laughed at the Jaguar's attempt at the English pronunciation. "Si. Bien." and then he paused, trying his own attempt with his host's language. "Nshrcina?"

It was Hugo's turn to laugh, the sound enhanced slightly by his continued purr. "nxkyine." He then reached out with his free paw and pressed one of his fingers against John's nose, smooth, chocolate-brown paw pad warm and soft. "Ntxan."

That was a word John knew in Spanish. "Nariz? Nose."

The Jaguar smiled anew. "Si. Nariz. Noez? Ntxan."

The Human tried it in Hugo's language. "Ntshrahn."

Hugo chuckled calmly, lowering his paw onto John's thigh. "Si... mas o menos."

Realizing that his host was toying with him over his pronunciation, John, nevertheless took it in stride. He reached up and pressed a finger against the top of the Jaguar's cheek, pointing to his eye. "Ojo... in English it's 'eye'."

Reaching up to take the Human's hand from his face, Hugo leaned closer, gazing right at him. "Ay... ojo... nwitze."

John opened his mouth. "N--" but it was met by a muzzle. The Human felt the arm around his shoulders pull him closer as Hugo's face pressed against his, long whiskers tickling his cheeks as a firm, textured tongue slid across his closed lips. The Human managed to avoid gasping, feeling a wave of heat wash across his face and, giving into the moment, he opened his mouth to allow the Jaguar entry, only to have his host pull back after the softest stroke of the rough, gravely tongue against his own.

Hugo drew away, an impish smirk on his muzzle. "Ntzi... Boca."

Reaching up to touch his lips, John murmured his reply. "Boca... mouth."

The Jaguar leaned back again on the sofa, but his arm around John didn't relax in the least. The feline's ears were up, eyes focused wholly on the Human as a tawny-colored paw returned to gently stroke at his white chest-fur. "Bien?"

John let out a soft chuckle, rotating slightly to look more directly at Hugo; he had no doubt where things were going, and so he stole one of the Jaguar's earlier lines. "Muy bien."

Hugo's whiskers twitched mirthfully and he moved from a sitting position to a standing one in a singular, smooth movement. The Jaguar's tail flicked the air, causing his loincloth to ruffle out, very nearly giving John a quick glance at the light-colored fur of his finely sculpted rump; the Human quickly looked away respectfully, standing up himself. His host collected both of their cups and moved into the kitchen.

John followed after him, speaking despite knowing that the Jaguar couldn't understand. "I... really appreciate you letting me stay tonight. Uh... muchas gracias... por... la..." he paused for a moment. "How in the hell do you say 'bed' in Spanish again?"

Hugo used water in the sink, daintily cleaning out each glass while his ears remained focused on the Human. "Gracias por....?" The Jaguar prompted. "Por la bebida?" He held up the glass he was cleaning. "Por la compañia?" He offered a wink, whiskers vibrating again as he grinned wider. "Por el beso?"

Although he didn't know most of the words his host had offered, he had a feeling that Hugo was poking fun at him in a friendly manner. Expressing gratitude was important to him though she he tried again. "Aqiu... here. Gracias por aqui... esta noche. Thanks for letting me stay here tonight."

The Jaguar seemed to understand or, at least, it appeared that way. Flicking the water off his paws, Hugh grabbed a towel and dabbed them dry before moving over to Hugo. Chuckling, the Jaguar gently bumped him with his furred shoulder as he went by. "De nada."

Apparently content to conclude the time trying to figure out how to communicate in Spanish, Hugo returned to gestures and body language, heading toward the hallway and gesturing for John to follow. He also went so far as to call him. "Hyon?"

John did follow after his host, led to the room that Hugo had earlier indicated would be his for the night. The Jaguar opened the door, stepping into the room and gestured around. He spoke a few words in his native language, providing a simple tour before turning to address the bed. The Human watched as his host began turning down the bed spread, playing the meticulous caretaker as he fluffed the pillow and smoothed out the covers.

There was something mesmerizing about watching Hugo move in the dark room-- since nobody had turned on the lights, the only illumination came from behind John, who stood in the doorway. The Jaguar's spots danced across his brownish-gold fur as he moved, so much of it on display since he wore nothing more than a loincloth. John found himself captivated by the view, unable to believe that scarcely ten minutes prior the Jaguar had been dressed the same as anyone he might have seen on the street-- what a difference a set of clothes made.

He didn't realize that Hugo was looking at him until nearly a minute had passed. John's eyes slowly rose up the fine feline form; the Jaguar stood with his foot paws shoulder width apart, one paw resting on his hip just above the cord that kept his loincloth up, the other holding a pillow with a smirk. Although there was obvious mirth in his eyes, rather than chiding John, Hugo simply gestured to the pillow with his eyes than flicked his muzzle in the direction of the bed. Was he asking if John wanted an extra pillow? In the end, the Human figured the easiest thing to do would be to agree. "Ah... uh... si."

Purring, Hugo nodded, setting the pillow onto the bed, before climbing into it himself. John froze in place, staring as the Jaguar rolled to his side so he could face the Human, patting the mattress beside himself in invitation. The Human realized in that moment that he'd actually acknowledged that he wanted to have Hugo join him in bed for the night. Seeing the Jaguar lounging on the bed in nothing but a loincloth kept John locked in place, mind ablaze with what was happening. still smirking, Hugo's whiskers quivered as he asked. "Estas bien, Hyon?"

Speaking honestly and openly, John shrugged. "Uh... no se."

If his hesitance upset Hugo, the Jaguar certainly didn't seem to let it show; if anything, he seemed to enjoy the situation even more. His host leaned forward, eyes locked onto the Humans. Whispers quivering with amusement, Hugo spoke softly, his words blending seamlessly into his purr. It was in his native language, but he also gestured to John, calling him forward. The Human did as he was bade, moving over to the edge of the bed and Hugo, still smiling, reached forward and pressed his paw against John's abdomen, claws raking ever-so-faintly against his shirt. "Camisa... no."

John remembered that 'camisa' was the word for shirt. Despite feeling self conscious, he couldn't deny that he was a little excited at the invitation and, still eying the lithe-yet-masculine furred body splayed out in front of him, the Human complied, undoing the two buttons of his shirt before pulling it up from his waist and yanking it over his head. He tossed it onto his backpack which lay by the door then turned to regard Hugo, who remained right where he was, feline eyes gleaming in the half-light. Spreading his arms to present his naked torso, John announced "No camisa."

Voice still a purr, Hugo grinned wider. "...y pantalones?"

John paused. "Pantalones?" He thought for a moment. "Pants? My pants?"

The Jaguar reached out a finger and hooked a single claw into the belt loop of his jeans, his smooth, purring voice teasing. "No pantalones..."

A shiver ran up the Human's spine when he realized that Hugo's reaching paw was only one of two-- the other one was gingerly and deftly manipulating the front of his loincloth; John could tell that the sparse clothing was laying at an odd angle, revealing that there was something hard within it and he didn't have to think very much to make an educated guess as to what it might be. Biting his lower lip, John nodded, unbuttoning his jeans before lowering the zipper. "No pantalones..."

Feeling a little self conscious, John nevertheless doffed his pants, leaving them on the floor as he stepped out of them, hooking his jeans with one foot and flinging them toward his backpack. When he glanced back to his host he saw that Hugo had undone the knot holding his loincloth on and was completely and wholly naked, body presented without shame. His sculpted physique had been obvious with even his loincloth on, but the pure white fur extended down between the Jaguar's legs. It was thicker beneath his belly button and across his entire groin. Within the middle was a taut sac, covered in fine white fur, but the fur was not so thick as to hide the details of his two ample testicles contained within.

Hugo's furry sheath had disgorged a majority of his member, several inches out, and held casually in the Jaguar's paw; as John stared, he watched his host's dexterous fingers teasing it, fluttering over the length lightly. It was a deep red, with a textured finish including slightly lighter shades of pink interspersed about around the pointed tip; unless John was mistaken they were likely hardened barbs-- he'd never been with a feline before, but he'd heard stories.

Even as he stared, the Human saw the Jaguar's eyes staring back; Hugo's purring grew in volume, interrupted only by his next set of words, spoken haltingly as if he were trying to figure out what he was trying to say. "No ropa, Hyon."

John realized what Hugo meant: no clothes. "Oh... okay..."

His own erection was already straining to be set free so it was not a hard sell. Reaching for his underwear, the Human was stopped however when the Jaguar caught his wrists, sliding to the side of the bed to grab him. John looked down at Hugo, who stared back up at him, whiskers twitching mirthfully. As the Human stared down at the Jaguar, the big cat opened his muzzle; his light pink, textured tongue slid out and licked John's abdomen.

Before he could react, Hugo had bared his fangs, hooking them around the elastic band on the man's boxers... and, still purring, pulled them down with his teeth. John ended up on his tip toes, entire body tingling when the Jaguar's whiskers tickled his thighs on the way down and then again on the way back up. "Hugo, I--"

His words ended up catching in his throat as a hot muzzle completely engulfed his erection. John's groan was nearly as loud in his ears as Hugo's purring.