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Kanti Ever Get Enough For BobertOttah By Taiko

"Okay, long day, hard day. Time to relax with a nice, hot shower..."

Kanti took a few deep breaths before he started to pull his shirt over his head. He paused just before the collar cleared his head, his vision a field of white cotton with a soothing yellow glow. Nothing happened. He completed the maneuver, dread-like locks thumping against his shoulders in a quiet flurry, and his shirt was tossed aside. Again, nothing happened.

Chancing his luck, the Lucario quietly unbuckled his pants and let his body do the rest. The cargo shorts that were straining to be free of him all but jumped off his body, zipper parting to allow his bulge to breath and the back of his shorts gaining a sudden draft as they sagged. A quick shift of his hips, one side and then the other, allowed just enough space for the garment to drop to the ground, leaving Kanti bare in his briefs.

Again, nothing happened.

Kanti wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that. Relieved certainly - even he enjoyed having some privacy in his media filled life. Yet there was some level of disappointment in him the fact that going to a hotel had, at least temporarily, saved him from a fortnight-long problem.

Maybe it was just the fact that it was Ronan's suggestion to come to the Royal Cheshire Hotel. After all, he'd half suspected that his housemate's recommendation was in some way an invitation for the mystery stalker that had hounded Kanti for the last two weeks. Ronan hadn't exactly hid his amusement when he found out about it.

Admittedly, Kanti had experienced worse beforehand. This wasn't like the week he'd been sent dirt cheap contracts to do amatuer porn again, nor when that reporter who kept trying to get him to do an interview in the middle of the public. Those he could draw legal support in. Even the encounters with fans who had a very poor sense of when too close wasn't too close were things he could deal with. It was a point of pride that people loved his blue, black and tan hide so much.

Then again, with those problems he could at least see the perpetrators, or their name.

Taking a step back and kicking his shorts to the side of the room where his balled shirt lay, Kanti took stock of the room again. Chocolate tiled floors surrounded a set of piano black sinks that somehow remained spotless no matter how often he touched them, a round toilet that was piano ivory by contrast, an open cabinet of towels in the corner and a shower that ran half the length of the wall. Three cream walls with vaguely floral murals rose up from the floor, one partially taken up by the shower, another by the door back into the hotel room, and the fourth replaced by a single long mirror that remained above the sinks. The ceiling was marginally less exciting - mossy green ceiling panels, inset lights, a smoke detector and two washroom fans - but he checked up there anyway in case a trap door had been installed when he wasn't looking.

To his half-relief, there was no evidence of one.

Going so far as to make sure the door was locked as a final precaution, Kanti slowly reached down to his Heavy brand briefs, pinched the black and white marked waistband and pulled it down just enough to let his shaft flop out. Another pause, and no response.

"Oh fuck it."

He unceremoniously let the underwear snap back against his muscled thighs and calmly walked to the shower. Each step let them drop a bit lower, and he nary had to kick before they were on the floor. It was only in the shower that Kanti finally allowed himself to sigh, letting out the anticipation he'd not wanted to admit he'd had.

"Get a grip Kanti," he muttered, shutting the glass door behind himself, "It's just somebody's hands, not a movie contract waiting to be signed. You don't need more of them."

Even before he said the words he knew they were false, and no amount of lavender and cocoa novelty soaps helped him escape it. As much as he'd disliked the random touches he'd gotten over the last two weeks, the violation of his personal space and the fact that he'd had to rent out a hotel on the fourth floor of some artsy hotel to get some solace, there was some side of him that loved it was only him getting that attention. Someone was going to the trouble of making sure no cameras caught them, no passersby were feeling them and that each one sent a jolt to his crotch with alarming accuracy.

Kanti was used to people making an effort to make him happy in the hope of repeat business from a handsome wrestling champ like himself. Even the staff at the Royal Cheshire Hotel had sent up a fruit basket to thank him for choosing to stay with them until the competition was over in the next week. This guy was pressing a button he knew all too well he had and he just couldn't bring himself to get mad over it.

Even thinking about it was enough to make the Lucario's groin stir, and he panted as he felt his hands brushing lower across his belly. All it would take was a nice squeeze and the soap would make a great lubri-

"No, no! Enough of that," he said, dropping the purple and brown soap and letting it giddly skid across the non-slip floor. He sighed again, and reached for the shampoo to work into his furry coat. "Goddamn this guy's gotten into my head."

Two weeks of constant gropes would do that though, he told himself, and he started to massage something somewhat fruity into his scalp. It had started relatively innocuous - a pat on his ass in the gym locker room, a few digits on his abs while on the bus, a teasing snap at his waistband when he'd stopped to pick something up at the supermarket. But it had all gotten so risque so fast, and in increasingly public spots.

A hand across his inner thigh while eating at a restaurant, his nipple being tweaked while on a run, his ass outright being grabbed when he was trying to make an order at a fast food place. Each had made his face red as could be, and there was never fewer than three people watching him at all those times. At least once he'd felt his shirt tear from the stirrings the touches had given him, and he was still not sure he'd ever be able to go back to Danson's Tall And Strong Work Wear after he'd left a puddle of pre in one of their changing stalls. At least one pair of his pants was needing a few stitches after that event.

The massage his groin had gotten during the televised entrance into the wrestling arena with Don the Iron Horn had been the straw that broke the camel's back. Only thoughts of an ice shower by an overrun graveyard preventing him from sporting a complete and total erection all over pay per view television. The chubby he'd been forced to go into the ring with was enough to convince him to try Ronan's suggestion at last and stay somewhere new for a few days. He still hadn't let himself look at the social media responses to the event. He wasn't sure if he wanted the negative response to it....or the positive ones either.

As lather worked down his back, across the nooks and crannies his hard blue muscle made and down between his black furred ass cheeks, Kanti could feel the tension melt away. The hot water cascading across his muscles, the heat of the open topped shower, even the din of the two shower fans made it an entirely relaxing experience. The feeling of one of those soft soaps gently washing up and against his shaft made it the perfect getaway from-

"Damnit, stop thinking about those stupid hands," he shouted out into the echoing room, gripping his head as he felt his shaft rising up and along his stomach. If he was going to keep thinking about them, why did he ever do anything but porn for-

"Wait a minute," he said, pausing mid mental rant. His hands hadn't left his head, and he'd dropped the only soap he'd opened. "Oh no."

Oh, yes it was. Just one glance down confirmed Kanti's dread and excitement - the hand was back, and not just the one this time. As the dual-scented soap was slowly rubbed across the surface of his ever increasing cock, lazily being spun for a small lather immediately washed away, another hand grasped at his balls. It tended to one testicle, massaging one before shuffling to the other, making sure to never leave his sack the entire time. No outline, no shimmer, just force and slight indentations in his skin and fur from where the digits were placed. His cock and knees shuddered at their presence. His face heated as he felt a moan slip out.

"Ooooh, oh god no, no I, I know you're here," he said, trying to keep himself composed and, failing that, referencing back to all the acting experience he'd had as well. It was under duress, but he'd done worse. "Yo-You uh, I knew you'd be here. Yeah, couldn't, couldn't stop after, after that, tv thing you um, you, oh god you're good..." Kanti decided he'd need to start doing theatre, if only to act without a script or camera better.

Perhaps the worst of it all was how his body was reacting to the entire thing, like it had threatened to every other time the hands had come. A heat that rushed through himself, a flush feeling like that after a workout, the subtle ache of gains after a workout. Kanti breathed in and his chest expanded outwards, pectorals rounding gently, nipples turning gently southward as they hardened. His abs raised, shoulders widened, legs spread, arms flexed and every nook and cranny deepened ever so subtly. Only they stayed where they were as he exhaled, and spread further with the next breath. His body was growing, even his spine going above its normal baseline and he was damned if his erection wasn't racing to out-match the rest of him. Just as it always did.

"Fuck, fuck..."

Normally the growth was slow, sensual, building in him like a good masturbation session. It put a bit of pep in his step in public, an energy that kept him going for the fans he knew were watching. Only, as the hands got more material to work with, they increased their pace. They had started firm but gentle, never letting anything go, but as he watched they became more fevered. The soap was rapidly being worked away, creating a pearly sheen across Kanti's massive cock that let practically everything slip across it. Even his own pectorals slid around it as the cockhead squeaked between them, slowly trapping the pre that was dribbling down around a bowling-ball sized head. His balls were still being grasped and teased, and were already growing thicker and heavier by the touch, but the hand was slowly moving onwards. Soon it was at his taint, teasing the sensitive area and threatening to delve between his ass cheeks.

"Ooooh fuck, oooh fuck me- no! No, don't fuck me, don't fuck...not just, just yet, don't..."

Kanti finally let go of his dreads, having reflexively held on to the increased pace, but no matter where he reached he couldn't find anything he could hold to halt, or help, the attention. He instead grasped the handrails on both the glass and wall of the shower, holding on for dear life as his body racheted up. He'd gone up by at least two weight classes by this point - he'd been seven feet when he'd checked in, but anticiation had pushed him to eight before he'd even gotten into his room. He'd been nine when he'd gotten in, and the shower stall had been at least ten feet up, but only now could he feel the relatively cooler air of the washroom against his chin.

He panted and looked to the mirror on the opposite wall, looking for some clue there or at least see himself getting worked over. Unfortunately for Kanti, the surface had long fogged up, leaving him with a view that was practically frosted over. Even his form was one massive, albeit suggestive looking blob.

However, the figure sitting on the sinks wasn't so obscured. Even through the teasing the hands were giving him - of god, he could feel the thumb flicking at his glans, and the two digits teasing the other soap at his anus - he could focus just enough to make him out. Short, legs not even close to the floor; smartphone, camera facing him; stripes along the hands, arms, body in general, oddly pale orange fur; naked, very muscled; very wide grin, very large erection; glowing hands?

After what felt like a very long moment, in which Kanti felt both spectral digits starting to tease his urethra and the whole fist pushing into his rump, the stranger stopped looking at his phone and met Kanti's gaze. His smile dropped a little, and he looked down at himself.

"Oh. You can see me. Oops," he said, watching the still growing Lucario pant and throb in the shower. The feline's grin grew back to its full size, however, and he snapped his fingers. "Oh well. May as well cut to the really fun part."

"What part-" Kanti started, trying very hard not to say 'could be more fun'. Fortunately, before he could even start a faux pas, he felt a pair of digits grasp onto one of his nipples, pinching the soda-can sized nub. Just as he started moaning to that, another set of fingers materialized at his other nipple and started tweaking it there, and his voice deepened another octave. Pre was oozing at a consistent rate down his front, the hand there massaging it into his length and his chest fur like a musky conditioner. His hands were grasping the metal bars so hard he could swear they were starting to buckle, and his balls were feeling bigger and bluer than his arms.

"You know, I'd thought that this job would be really boring," the stranger said, his own shaft throbbing along his stomach. "Follow a local celebrity along, grope them every so often, keep them on their toes. I mean, if he wanted that, he could have just hired a stalker." He took one hand off the phone and started massaging his balls, sighing contently. "But then I learned it was you, and I couldn't say no. Almost didn't even ask for any pay until he gave me a quote."

Oh great, went a part of Kanti's mind, he wasn't just being groped and recorded by yet another fan, it was by someone who was hired to do so. The rest of it was just wanting those damn hands to work harder.

Fortunately, the feline snapped his pale orange fingers again, and Kanti's knees and voice almost buckled as two more hands materialized at his cock. One massaged the base of his shaft, working itself up and down in a small area, while the other teased the head, swirling around the glans and teasing the urethra in turn; the one that had been there before continued with massaging the rest of his shaft. The other hands were not to be outdone, though. His chest went from mere pinching to full-palmed groping, squeezing not only the nipple but the flesh around it, bouncing it up and down. The soap had all but run out around his backside, lubricating it par excellence and leaving even less friction for the hand to slip in-and-out of him.

With all six working his body, Kanti felt his body grow hotter than the water, the air becoming thick with humidity and his own musk. His head was swimming, balls aching for a climax and he could almost feel drool start to leak from his mouth. It only got worse when he finally let himself down on his knees and felt the spray of hot water go across his entire shaft from head to groin. Felt his fur block the drain and force the hot water to pool around his nuts, rivalling watermelons in size and forcing his legs apart. Felt his tail radiating an aura, one that was pointing back and towards himself.

"Ooooh, here it comes," he could almost hear over the rush of blood in his ears. The hands increased their pace, pumping his groin, tweaking his chest, pumping in and out of his ass. By this point Kanti's body had swollen so much his knees were against both walls of the shower and yet they weren't spread apart, his elbows forced against the sides of his torso, his hands regrasping the handrails in a futile attempt to keep himself aloft. His chest heaved up and down as he panted, his fur dripping with water and pre, further stimulating his cock with each breath. Even now he could feel his ears being hit by that same, just barely cooler current that ran above the top of the showers glass walls, and his cockhead was just below his chin.

It was one long moment as his body finally hit peak capacity, too stimulated and too expanded to go on further. A shudder ran through him, so strong the glass walls threatened to shake apart, and his cock jumped free of his pecs. The black obelisk throbbed into the still hot shower spray, let loose one last gush of pre, and then seemed to throb just another inch bigger.

Kanti's moan was soon covered by the sounds of cum hosing the side of the washroom. Thick white cum shot out, the first blast splattering against the cream wall and the next clogging half the shower-head. Seed splashed back onto the Lucario, painting his chest, cock and legs with yet another lather to be washed off. Kanti shifted just enough to let the drain do its work, but the amount of cum pooling both in and out of the shower meant he was rapidly being bathed in the stuff. Of course, all the while those damned hands kept teasing him, stroking his cock and milking him for all he was worth.

With all the hard surfaces and the shower itself acting as an echo chamber, Kanti's throes and the sloshing of his cum could be heard all the way out in the hallway. The person directly below Kanti's own room grumbled to all the noise, unable to enjoy the Blue Rocket in Pinning in Pecs.

Yet the Lucario couldn't stop. He could hardly even get a breath in to keep moaning, or even to swallow the cum that managed to find its way back into his mouth.

One wet, loud, blissfully long thirty minutes later, Kanti's cock finally stopped spurting cum, barely even drooling after a near constant output, though it was not going soft any time soon. Slowly panting, and trying to ignore the ringing in his ears, the massive man turned his head and managed to take stock of the situation.

He was kneeling in what looked less like a shower and more a half filled glass pool, leaving him up to his waist in hot cum. The shower head itself was completely covered, a growing dribble managing to make its way out. Surprisingly, the glass walls were not only leak free but completely unfogged, leaving him a clear view out in the spots that hadn't been smeared with his seed.

The rest of the washroom was much along the same path. Every surface had at least some of him on it, and judging from the wall in front of him most of that was splashback. The murals on the walls were all but white washed out, the ceiling looked like a blizzard had hit it, and not one tile on the floor was visible to Kanti's eyes. The sinks had some open spaces left, ironically looking more akin to an inverted piano, and the mirror looked closer to an art piece than anything to see himself in. The toilet looked fine, though it had been white from the start.

Only...that feline from before wasn't there. The spot he'd been sitting at was covered in seed, so he hadn't weathered the storm there, but Kanti didn't hear anything outside of the occasional drip. Unless he'd hidden in the closet, but that would mean he'd be missing out on the show.

Kanti didn't know how to feel about that.

A click came from his side, and out of the corner of his eye Kanti saw where the feline had gone - to sitting on top of the shower head. Or at least, sitting slightly above it - he could just make out finger sized indents in the striped, pale orange fur. Another click, and the cat grinned to his phone.

"Oooh Kanti, you've made one very happy fan," the guy said as he thumbed across the screen, no doubt having taken several while Kanti had been recovering. "Granted, the cleaning staff won't be as pleased, but I'm sure we can work something out."

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it," Kanti grunted, slowly shifting in the thick cum bath. He could feel two pieces of metal in his hands, and they weren't attached to the shower any longer. However, before he could apologize for the damages, he felt a hand pat his cheek.

"Now now, don't you go and stress yourself," the feline said, almost as though talking to a child. "You just relax, stay here, enjoy yourself. I'll take care of the mess."

It was one thing to be told to relax, and another that someone would clean up after him. Given the situation Kanti could understand that. It was quite another to be talked down to, figuratively and literally, by someone had been stalking him for two weeks. That smug grin certainly didn't help either.

But as Kanti felt a head of steam start to boil, he looked into the other cat's eyes, ready to stare them down...only, there was something off about them. A pale hue, almost like the cat's fur that was calming...a little soothing, actually.

There was something being said to him. He had to strain to hear the words, hear them over the fans and the drips of cum, even as he looked into those eyes.

"Shhhh," he heard, whispered, "Just breath deep, relax. Papa Kobe will take care of you. You understand? Repeat if you do."

"Papa, Kobe, will, take care, of me," Kanti breathed, each word becoming a little harder to say. He needed to breath, to get his breath back. Then he could get angry from...angry from...what was he angry about? That hand felt good against his cheek...

"Good, goooood," Kobe purred, slowly floating down and wrapping his legs around the head of Kanti's cock. The 'cario shuddered to the sensation. "Now, I have to go make a call, but I want you to just think of the fun we're going to have together. Papa Kobe's been very keen to hear you moan, and while you're in his hotel we can do anything we want without consequences."

"Anything...?" Kanti said, though it came out more eager than he'd intended...how had he intended that? Such warm eyes...

"Yes, anything," the cat said, before snapping his fingers again. Kanti could feel...something happening around him. A feeling of something pulling down from him, around him. Just at his peripheral vision, around that soothing orange glow, he could see something moving on the walls, something white. Oozing down...no, up, up and around the shower wall...

Then he felt something put into his mouth. A finger, with a glob of something thick on it.

"Now, suck on that while I'm gone. You should be all clean by the time I get back...and then we can begin again." Kobe pat Kanti on the head and slipped off the black cock, giving a little wave before he moved out of sight.

Something about that...bothered Kanti. The glow was so soothing, so warm, and those words were so reassuring...but they still felt off. Patronizing. Like someone knew him better than he did.

He blinked, and swirled his tongue around a bit. Cum. Papa- no, Kobe put some of his own cum on his tongue, probably from his cheek. The nerve!

Looking down, Kanti saw that his seed was draining oddly fast from the shower, faster than water would have. In fact, it was coming away remarkably cleaner than water would too - there wasn't any stickiness to the shower walls when it was gone, and even his own fur was coming away without any residue. He could even feel it dripping off him, pulled off and down the drain without taking any of his hairs with it. The stuff even turned the shower taps closed as it passed them by.

The rest of the washroom was behaving similarly. Everything white was oozing towards a drain of some sort, even when it had to travel up a wall or across a countertop. Even Kanti's clothes were left where they were, as if they'd never been soaked. The air was still thick with his musk, though it wasn't nearly so hot.

"Huh...must save a ton on cleaning supplies," Kanti muttered as he picked himself up. The shower rails were indeed write-offs, bent well out of shape and no longer even vaguely able to be reattached. He left those behind as he wriggled himself through the shower doors, trying not to slip on the semen that was flooding in around his feet or let his pecs break the glass.

Still, in spite of the choice words he had for Kobe and how he'd been treated, Kanti took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He'd not gotten into porn for a lack of patience, and the ring for a lack of endurance. There was no point in him flying off the handle when there were better ways to make his grievances known. Besides, Kobe's words were still bouncing around in his head, and there was one thing he could agree on - he could think of what fun they could have together.

Kobe cleared his throat before dialing the number his client had given him, languidly stroking his member as he waited through the dial tone. As hot as it'd been watching Kanti cum literal gallons all over himself and the washroom, Kobe wanted to pace himself. He was sitting on a prime opportunity here, and he wanted to make the most of it.

The phone picked up as he settled on the bed, wanting to give his magic a rest.

"Hey, Kobe, didn't think I'd get a call this soon," the voice grunted, "Otherwise I'd have put things aside."

"Sorry, did I interrupt anything?" Kobe said, grinning in spite of himself. He had little reason not to grin today.

"No, just, in the middle of my big set," the voice said, the phone rustling as it slipped. "Aw fuck, hold on." There was a loud clanging sound, probably a piece of heavy lifting equipment, before the phone rustled again. "Yeah, sorry about that. So, yeah, it done?"

"Mmmm, more or less," Kobe chuckled, reaching up and tweaking one of his nipples. "He had a fun time, I got it all on camera, and he's relaxing in the shower."

"Oh? Didn't think you'd finish so quick. Thought you'd go for more poltergeist stuff before being done."

"Nnnnyeh, I considered it, but I didn't want to spook him too much," Kobe said, grimacing at the thought of Kanti leaving prematurely. "I'm syncing the files I've got to dropbox and email them to you, along with a coupon for a free night here. Anything else?"

"Mmm, no, that sounds good," the voice said, briefly replaced by the sounds of a water bottle being squeezed. "Aah, man. I saw your work by the way, from a couple days ago. Very satisfied man."

"Well, I'm happy to please," Kobe purred, his grin right back where it should be, "But I'm always happy when it comes to Kanti. You'll hire me again the next time you want to do this, right?"

"Definitely man. You should have seen the look on his face before he decided to go."

"Oh, I think I did." They both laughed at that. "But I must go. Messes to clean, studs to tease, that sort of thing."

"Yeah, you have a good night man."

"And you," Kobe purred, briefly kissing at the phone before ending the call. He then sighed and set the phone down on the bed beside himself. "Aaah, perfect. Commission in my pocket, beefcake teased, pleased and set for fun, and an entire night with nobody to interrupt me. Can't think of a better ending."

"I can," came a husky voice above him.

"Wha?" Kobe turned around and looked up to the voice. His body instinctively fluffed at the sight of two huge, bulging blue globes, with an aura around them that flowed between them. His grin vanished. One moment later, Kobe's world turned dark, hot and very heavy.

Oddly enough, it also smelled of chocolate and lavender.

"Ooh, you feel good," Kanti groaned softly as he felt the soft but muscled body under his rump. Having been teased and grown so much, half of the feline's form slipped right in easily. In no time the bed was sinking down under Kanti's titanic frame, only the read-wood structure keeping it from breaking. "Mmmph, finally, something satisfying. Don't get me wrong, 'Papa' Kobe, but that fist just wasn't cutting it."

He could feel some wriggling under himself, and something that might have been a kick or two.

"Oh, don't worry Kobe, you'll get out. Just, since you're being paid to see me, and I paid for this room, we may as well make it worth both our time." Kanti lifted himself up from the bed, enough that Kobe started to slip out, only for the 'cario to reposition and drop down again. Kobe went deeper this time, and the Lucario did it again. Each time he dropped, his balls sloshed against his knees, readying another load.

However, by the fourth time, Kobe was too far in to slip back out, leaving Kanti grinding against the bed. Panting, even as his body threatened to grow further, he reached back and grasped at the cat's feet, gently pulling him out with them.

"Mmph, not out of it yet Kobe. I've got, oooh, a full night booked here, and if there's one thing I've got, aside from muscle, it's endurance," he said, putting the cat's ankles between his digits and slowly pumping him in and out. He was careful not to hurt the cat though, only going at a pace that he feline could adapt to. After all, in spite of the stalking, the groping, the trick with those ghost hands and that weird hypnosis stuff, Kanti had enjoyed himself.

However, as Kanti lay on his side to have an easier way to access his ass, he noticed something glint at the head of the bed. A smartphone - Kobe's, in fact. And though the screen was dim, it hadn't locked yet.

Hastily reaching for the phone, and nearly sending himself off the bed in the process, Kanti managed to grasp the device between his two fingers without cracking it. Unfortunately as much as his new fifteen foot stature meant he could break down practically anything, it also meant that he needed a phone the size of a tablet to do anything practical. The phone was smaller than one of his finger tips at this point.

As he tried to access the phone's caller history, Kanti realized he'd managed to lay himself down on his front, specifically across his fully engorged cock. It was back to being wedged between his pectorals, the cockhead once again right under his chin. With the heat his massive, hairy body was putting out, the squirming of Kobe at his rear end, and the admittedly very soft bedding beneath him, the Lucario had to reluctantly let go of Kobe to actually focus on what he was trying to do...and to not flood the bed with pre, yet.

"Come, just in the corner there," he muttered to himself as he used the tip of his smallest finger, gently brushing the glass surface. First he got the web browser app open by accident, then the text app, and then some news app for completely naked newscasters. That honestly didn't surprise him to find. "Oh come on, this can't be this hard."

He could feel an increased wriggle between his ass cheeks, and he glanced back. Kobe's feet were still kicking around, unable to be freed but also unable to push further in.

"Give me a minute," he called back, before a thought occured to him. He'd dialed with it before, so maybe he could do something else.

His long, almost blade shaped tail slowly wrapped itself around the feline's thick legs, tightened enough to get a grip, and pushed down. It was a bit more effort than Kanti was used to doing with his tail, but Kobe sunk down between his cheeks again, and the cat continued to touch all the right places.

"Mmmph, fuck, you're too good at that..." Panting but still with his hands free, Kanti tried again to get that silly phone app up, and after one press where he was sure he'd almost cracked the screen, it was up. "Oh thank fuck."

The previous callers list was a little harder to find, but fortunately the list was fairly sparse. It seemed Kobe kept a very clean record of his phone calls, removing any past a week - the phone didn't look new enough to have only been used for a week anyways. One tap at the highest number, a few rings and the call connected.

"Mmm, Kobe, didn't expect you to call again so soon. Any problems with the link?" Kanti facepalmed at the voice on the other end, and airily laughed at the revelation. "Hello?"

"Hi Ronan," he said, grunting as he accidentally put Kobe in almost completely, "Great suggestion on the hotel. Bed is great, shower is big, though the invisible guy was definitely a novelty I didn't expect."

There was some static sounds over the phone, likely a light discharge from the Pikachu on the other end.

"Well, I'm glad you're having a good time," Ronan said, and Kanti could practically hear the smirk on his face. "I honestly didn't expect you to learn about it so soon."

"Were you going to, ooh, to show me those pics when I got back? Say someone on the grapevine showed them to you?"

"Damn right I was. You know how cute you look when you're flustered?"

"You're an ass," Kanti laughed, his free hand reaching under himself and gripping a nipple.

"Hey, you seemed to be having fun."

"Damn right I did. How did you find this guy?"

"He runs a magic shop somewhere in the city. Seemed surprised to end up in our neck of the woods, but given what he can do I guess he doesn't just sell party tricks? Where is he anyways, this is his number."

Kanti panted as he looked back over himself, having gotten a good rhythm with his tail.

"Oh, let's just say he's...not on top of things anymore."

"I demand pictures of this."

"What? You're already getting pictures, of me in the shower," Kanti laughed, surprised for a moment that he was going to give Ronan images of himself being teased and manipulated into an orgasm. He was equally surprised at the shudder that ran through him at the thought.

"Nu-uh, not just those. You and Kobe tonight. He's small but he's a hot little fuck."

Well, he did pay for them, and so long as Kanti got a copy too - for personal review, he told himself - he could pretend it was a private porn shoot....

"I'll, uh, I'll see what I can do. He, oh fuck he's good...I mean, he's kind of busy, but I can get him to set that up...I'm going to get you back for this you know."

"And I look forward to it. See you later, Blue Rocket."

"Mmph, talk to you later, you ass."

The call disconnected from Ronan's end, and Kanti set the phone down as gently as he could on the bedside table. Then he finally dropped the self control, one hand reaching back to grasp Kobe in his digits again, while his other massage his cockhead proper. Pre was already drooling out and soaking into the sheets just by the pillow, and for once he wasn't worried about the consequences of such an eruption. If Kobe could do that same trick in the washroom here, he could probably get away with making as much a mess as he wanted.

"Oooh, strap in Kobe...we're going to have a very long night together..."

For his part, Kobe was looking forward to it. True, it wasn't how he'd intended to spend the night - usually it was him who was on top of things - but he was still getting a better look at Kanti's ass than he'd been able to while invisible. And who knew? Maybe he'd get the chance to do some of the things he'd planned when the big guy wanted him in a different position. Kobe was very good with his hands, after all...