Getting a Handle On Things
>Your eyes flitted about the room, adjusting the the sudden burst of light that came from you flicking on the kitchen light.
>It was quiet in the room, not a single sign of life from anywhere.
>No smell of food, nothing.
>Your heart clenches, was something wrong?
>Oh, right, today is...that day.
>You and your boyfriend, Issac were supposed to be going out today.
>He was probably in his closet, getting ready.
>The cute little thing loved his clothing, and must be just fussing over what clothes he would wear.
>You chuckle at your brief moment of panic, a low baritone rumble.
>As you step through the kitchen, you place your bag down, letting it slouch against the wall.
>You pause as you hear something.
>Sounded like rustling, or someone shifting their weight on the bed.
>Subtly increasing your pace, you stride down the hallway, opening the door to your shared bedroom.
>And before you is a sight to behold.
>Your lover, Issac, has his arms bound in front of him, laying on his side on the bed.
>He was scantily dressed, wearing nothing but black silken thigh-highs that accuentated his femenine form, and a pair of black lace panties that did nothing but highlight his bulge.
> "H-hi, hon..." He said, shifting nervously on the bed. "Surprise...!"
>Even in the darkened room, you could tell he was blushing.
>His golden eyes searched yours, and for a moment, you almost hesitated.
>You were upon him in an instant, lips locked in a passionate kiss.
>Tongues fighting, yours found purchase over his, and you won the intimate battle.
>Coming up for air, you finally manage to say what's been on your mind.
> "All this, for me?"
>Issac nods, his golden orbs still locked on your eyes.
> "I...I wanted to give you a treat for our date night because we hadn't done anything special in a while."
>Your face turns gruff.
> "You know I would be happy with anything, as long as it was with you, no need to go all out."
>Issac looks mock offended, a sly eyebrow raising, but his blush dd wonders to disarm any airs he would have attempted to put on.
> "W-well, I could say that sex is off the table then!" He said, face burning like a tulip as he tried to maintain eye contact with you.
>You smile, placing a hand on his thigh. "And waste an outfit like this?" Your finger traces the hem of the thigh-high, making Issac squirm. "Would be quite a shame..."
>Without speaking, you lean in and place another kiss on his lips, before moving downwards.
>Neck, chest, belly, you moved down towards your prize.
>You could hear Issac whimper in anticipation as you slowly, agonizingly removed his panties.
>Finally free, his member sprang out, fully hard and ready to be used, but it was not to be.
>As you planted kiss after kiss around the base of his shaft, you heard Issac whine out.
> "C-can we do the...you know...?"
>At first you were confused, but the idea slowly dawned on you, and in crude words it was a simple request; he wanted you to fuck his face.
>He had been talking about it for a while now, and while you had been hesitant, under fears of hurting him, you promised that the next time he asked, you would do it.
>Scooping him up, you carried the quetzal-cat like a princess and moved from the bed to the floor of the bedroom.
>Placing him down on his knees, you began to work to get your pants off, you own cock straining against your clothing.
>A jolt of panic suddenly runs through you, and you go to untie Issac.
>With a reaction time that only a cat could have, he moves his arms away, looking at you like you're crazy.
> "I want to be tied up for this, remember?" He said, frowning.
>That gave you pause.
> "Oh, uh...I was just worried is all."
> "Worried about what?"
> "Just...what if I'm too much for you? I don't wanna hurt you is all."
>Golden eyes flashing with pride, Issac smirks.
> "Oh, bless your heart, Augustus, you should know I've been practicing~! Don't worry about me, all you need to worry about is not waking the neighbors!"
>You still hesitated however, which seemingly annoyed Issac.
> "Um, do you need a written invitation? I'm ready for you to get undressed."
> "S-sorry," You mumble. "Just a bit nervous is all."
>Issac frowned, a his face turning genuinely worried. "Are you getting cold feet? We can do this later if you want."
> "N-no, I can handle this, I'm just letting my nerves get to me." You say, steeling yourself.
>Without delay, you remove your shirt and toss it aside, before getting to work on your pants.
>You let off a grin as they slide off effortlessly.
>The last thing to go was your underwear, which were holding back your already semi-hard member.
>It sprang forth when you removed them, dangling out in the open air.
>You shivered at the cold air of the apartment hitting your now nude form, but you shook it off.
>Your heart was pounding in your ears, you could barely hear Issac shuffling across the carpet of the bedroom.
>You were snapped out of your mini heart attack by the feeling of breath on your crotch.
>You looked down to spy Issac sniffing around the base of your cock, grinning intensely.
>When you placed your hand on his head, he snapped back with lightning speed.
>The area around his eyes looked red, as he blushed fiercely.
> "S-sorry, I just like the scent. Its just...so manly..." he trailed off, unwilling to elaborate more.
>Still blushing he managed to clear his throat before speaking.
> "S-so...we should probably get started, no? J-just grab my horns and...ya know..."
>With that, he awkwardly closed his eyes and opened his mouth, letting his tongue hang out.
>Reaching back, you grab his left horn with your right hand, feeling his soft hair in your fingers.
>With precise delicateness, you moved forward, stopping just as the just as the head of your cock rested on his tongue.
>You could hear your blood crashing through your veins, and you felt like your stomach was doing flip flops.
>But you loved that little quetzal cat, and you had promised him this, so you took a deep breath and went for it.
>Thrusting in, you hilt yourself in Issac's mouth in a single motion, your member sliding in with ease.
>Placing your other hand on his other horn, you look into his now opened eyes for confirmation, which you received with a slight nod.
>Gulping, you began to thrust in and out of the quetzal cat's mouth.
>Waves of pleasure washed over you as your cock moved over his tongue, slathering it in saliva.
>Issac let out a moan as your cock hilted itself in his throat again, sending vibrations through it.
>Issac was no dead fish in this either, his tongue working itself over your cock every time it passed through, and giving the head extra attention, driving you wild.
>You picked up the pace, thrusting faster, but still at a moderate tempo.
>If it was any sign of how much he was enjoying this, you could see his cock twitching and drooling precum all over his thigh high socks.
>It had only been a couple thrusts but you were already fit to burst, and with a groan you pulled out, letting your head rest on the tip of his tongue, before your came, throwing rope after rope of cum into his mouth and down his throat.
>Panting, your legs trembled, and you had to hold onto the little cat's horns to stop from swaying.
>You had felt like he had drained your balls, you had never cum so hard in your life.
>Issac wasn't satisfied, however, giving you a slutty grin before climbing onto the bed.
>With an almost practiced effort, he moved his tail and spread his legs, giving you a perfect view of his tight hole.
> "Did you think I wanted to stop there, big guy? I want you to fuck my brains out."
>You didn't need an invitation to do that, and you fell upon him like a stormy wave upon a fishing boat.
>You lay upon him, sprinking kisses on his cheeks, neck and lips, while you recuperated from your first round.
>Reaching over to the nightstand, you retrieved a packet of lube, and applied it your slowly inflating penis.
>When it was hard again, you grinned, and looked down over the nubile form of Issac.
>Lining yourself up at his entrance, your give it a poke, but don't enter.
>Issac looks back over his shoulder, giving you a pleading expression.
> "C-cmon, Augustus, put it inside already!"
> "Why should I? You made me do something pretty crazy back there." You say, giving him a faux stern look.
>Unfortunatly, in his lust, Issac mistook it for an actual stern look.
> "B-but! I asked...and..." He trails off, looking slightly hurt.
>You grin at him.
> "I'm just playing with you, you dumb cat." At that, Issac, perked up. "But I'm still gonna have to punish you for that."
> "Punish?!"
>Without waiting, you push into Issac, going balls deep in a single swipe.
>Issac's shocked look melted away, leaving his face a slurry of lewdness.
> "F-fuck..." Was all he could moan out.
>You began fucking him, roughing thrusting into him.
>Issac, the poor little cat, had mentally fallen apart.
>His tongue hung out, and his body twitched with every thrust.
>His words melted together, not that they were anything other than 'fuck's or 'yes's.
>You had had enough of that, and decided to spice things up.
>Raising a hand, you bring it down on one of his buttcheeks, letting your electricity flow through your hand when it made contact.
>With a POP! Issac, jumped, his face confused and alert.
> "Wh-what was that?" he asked.
> "A Shock-Spank. One of many you're going to get."
> "Wh-wh-what for?"
> "Being a naughty little girl."
>With that, you bring down your hand on his other cheek, shocking it as well.
> "Aiyee!" He squealed, squirming in place. "That hurts!"
> "Do you want me to stop?" You asked, slightly concerned.
>If he didn't like it, you would cease, but Issac shakes his head.
> "N-no, keep going. I deserve it, don't I?
> "Yes you do, you cute fucking slut."
>With that, you went to town on the cat, spank-shocking him.
>With every thrust, his moans went from brave and contained, to girlish and dainty.
>By the time you were ready to blow, your room sounded like a straight porno.
>Giving one last thrust and shock, You let yourself go, splattering his insides with your cum.
>You didn't really tell if Issac had cum at the same time, but given the way the sheets were soaked, you could tell he had a good time himself.
>Rolling over in the bed with a sigh, you flop onto your back.
>Issac joined you, panting heavily and cheeks flush.
> "Th-that was amazing!" He exclaimed between breaths. "Wh-why haven't you done that shock thing before?"
>You shrug.
> "No real reason to, I guess." You say as you reach out, yanking Issac close for a post-sex-cuddle.
>He sqirms in close, his body tiny compared to yours.
>With a small jolt you squeeze him tight, you chest feeling tight like an anaconda had got your heart in a death coil.
> "H-hey!" He protested, but you ignored him.
> "S-sorry." You say, barely above a whisper.
> "What?"
> "I said sorry," You repeated. "What I said was wrong."
> "What was wrong? What are you talking about?" Asked a worryingly confused Issac.
> "Back there, when I called you a slut, I didn't mean it, I just...got caught up in the sex and it just fell outandidontknowwhatto-"
> "Hey." Issac says, eyes full of worry. "Its okay. I know you didn't mean anything by it, and in fact, I would have probably forgotten about it because right after that, lets face it, you fucked my brains out. Don't worry about it. Seriously. Don't."
> "Well, if you say so..."
> "I do. So, lets move past it onto the next thing, which is; by god you reek like work and sex, please go take a shower."
> "Ugh, fine." You groan, but your annoyance quickly turned into slyness. "Only if you join me..."
>Issac gives you an annoyed look. "That's so cliche, two lovers showering together. Pass."
> "That wasn't a request, mister."
>Without giving him a chance to respond, you scooped up the quetzal cat into a princess carry.
> "Wh-what?!" He cried out.
>He squirmed in your grip, but there was no way he was escaping.
>Especially not after you sent a shock-spank to his rump to keep him still.
>He let out a little whimper of protest, but after that he let you hold him.
>You place him onto the tile floor of the bathroom, locking the door behind you.
> "We're showering together," You said. "Strip."
>Issac hesitates, and looks at you funny. "F-fine, but don't look!"
> "Need I remind you, I was balls deep inside you 10 minutes ago?" You chuckle.
> "Th-that doesn't matter! Just don't look!" He whined.
> "Fine, fine. Just hurry up." You rumble.
>With the quetzal cat stripped and the water running, you both step inside the shower.
>There was enough room for the both of you, but you were going to have to be close together anyway.
>You lathered up, letting the soap wash away the sex and the work.
>There was something you noticed as you washed, however.
>Issac remained with his back to you, throwing nervous glances at you over his shoulder.
>This was curious, and you were one to satisfy your curiosity.
> "What's wrong Issac?" You asked, concerned.
> "Nothin, I'm just a little tired is all."
>He was lying. You could tell by the way his eyes shifted about.
> "Do not lie to me, Issac Banting."
>He sighs, but relents.
> "I just....am a little upset that you're so...big compared to me." He said, motioning to your crotch.
>Something as basic as penis envy?