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Chuck grunted as he pulled against his restraints gently. He was testing them for how much slack there might be. It wasn't much, but maybe he could work with that. The tiger flexed his arms to lift himself. His wrists were bound overhead to a very solid anchor, one that easily held his weight. That alone was impressive, given Chuck was a rather big fellow. The fact that his restraints weren't straining against his intimidating strength was just as impressive. His captor had made sure he couldn't break free, or even adjust himself into a less compromising position. He was seated--more or less--on a chair or stool with his feet-paws lifted a good half meter in the air which forced his legs to be bent at the knee. The same rope binding his wrists was also wrapped around his muscular chest to create a sort of harness. It meant he didn't need to support his weight with his arms alone. The harness even extended down to his waist and thighs. He could simply hang there--legs spread eagle--supported by the anchor above if the seat failed or was kicked out from under him.

"At least it's not too uncomfortable." Chuck said aloud.

It would have been more comfortable if the heat had been turned up. As it was, there was a slight chill in the air which had easy access to all of the muscular tiger's nooks and crannies--including his groin. It might have been nice if his captor had let him keep his underwear on. He couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious about being completely naked anywhere outside of his private bathroom. The big tiger's casual thoughts were interrupted by a sound that came from the darkness outside of the cone of gentle illumination he was 'seated' in the center of. It was a throaty purr from someone similarly large. Chuck spotted motion in the dark and turned his head towards it, but it moved around behind him, out of sight. The purr then turned to a voice--smooth and low.

"I'm so glad you're comfortable. Can I get you anything? Water? A snack? Maybe some lube?" asked the hidden figure.

"Does this have to be so dramatic?" Chuck asked, "This could have been a lot more straight-forward."

"Oh kitten, we both know there's nothing_straight_ about any of this," the voice said as its owner stepped out of the shadows directly behind the tiger, "Besides, you should know how much I enjoy my theatrics."

"Seems a little unnecessary." Chuck replied.

"It's all part and parcel to the experience. If you were in my place, you'd want to savor the moment," the voice said, practically a throaty whisper in Chuck's ear, "You should want to savor it as well. Here, let me help with that."

Chuck felt lips brush against his neck. Warm breath washed over his fur. It sent a shiver running through him. He felt teeth drag against his skin. The unseen figure pressed in close behind him. The warmth of another body was welcome in the cool room. He could feel a particular shape pressing against him from behind--down low--which was terribly distracting. Fingers tipped with fine claws stroked across the tiger's chest and abdomen. The arms they were attached to were dense and sinuous--much like the musculature they were tracing along. Chuck let out a shuddering breath as he fought to keep himself composed. His captor knew a thing or two about him--like his sensitivity to certain tactile experiences. The paw caressing over his abdomen had an especially strong hold on his attention.

Three things happened at once--though they were not sudden or harsh, but rather the opposite. Teeth sank into the side of Chuck's neck. It was a slow, gentle act that would not draw blood. It was an act of dominance--or affection--possibly both. Regardless, there would probably be a mark left behind. The paw at the tiger's chest splayed out its fingers and took firm hold of one of his thick, supple pectorals. A firm but slow massage followed as if Chuck's captor were groping a woman's breast. His pecs were big enough that they could be mistaken as such if not for the rest of his physique. The other paw glided south and stroked over the glistening folds found there rather than the features one might expect.

The teasing of the striped cat's feminine loins mad him tense and draw a sharp breath. His legs tensed and pulled on the bindings, but not in the direction one might expect. Chuck actually tried to spread his thighs wider as he tipped his head back and let out a throaty moan.

"Fuck... wha... shit... If you're trying ta get me ta talk, I'll fuckin' sing if you want. Just... don't stop." the tiger muttered through his pants for breath.

Moisture glistened as it slowly spread down over the fingers teasing and stroking along Chuck's warm, supple neathers. A digit even began circling around the pink orb of exquisitely sensitive flesh crowning the crevice. It was suddenly as though someone had plugged the tiger's tail into a wall outlet. The cartoonish image flashed through Chuck's mind briefly. He dismissed it as unrealistic--only partly because of how bad of a safety violation it would be, but mainly because that would be painful and this was_glorious_. The teeth at his throat slowly released him and the deep voice rumbled away in his ear again.

"Mmm, kitten likes being played with. Maybe I should just take my time and tease you real good," the dark feline said just before a buzz caught both cats' attention, prompting the captor to look away briefly, then return, "Or maybe I'm impatient and I'd like to get to the main event. Either way, you're mine and you can't stop me."

Chuck rolled his eyes back in his head as the paw teasing between his legs slowly sank two digits between his folds and caressed the damp, silken walls within. The grasp on his chest massaged away firmly, squeezing at the plump muscle. The tiger flexed in response--an involuntary reaction as he felt his balance shifting in the make-shift harness. All that did was give his captor something firm to clutch, and clutch he did. Claws raked lightly through the striped cat's fur. It brought Chuck to gasp and arch his back. Clearly something about all of this was decidedly getting to him. The dark figure then withdrew, leaving the tiger suddenly bereft of contact and sagging in his bindings. He was even panting a little. He especially missed the fingers wriggling about between his legs, as well as the rather sizable presence that had been mashing up against his rump.

The dark feline who had remained in the shadows and out of sight stalked around his captive, offering a throaty purr as the only means of detecting him. He kept out of the light as he circled, almost as if he were sizing up the tiger, looking for the opportune moment to strike. Chuck huffed as he began to compose himself and grumbled in displeasure. More theatrics.

"Fuck man, whatever you're gonna do, just fuckin' get on with it." he complained.

"Oh I intend to," said the dark figure, finally stepping forward into the light, "But there is one thing you must understand."

Chuck watched as a pitch black feline emerged from the shadow, almost as if composed of it. Piercing yellow-green eyes locked with his. Fangs glistened as a tongue slid hungrily over them. The black leopard moved slowly and purposefully, his broad, muscular form in no way hindering his grace and precision. He was as large as Chuck and no doubt just as strong. It explained how the burly tiger had ended up hoisted into the harness trapping him in the first place. They could have been body doubles in fact, save for one very important detail that was currently throbbing away in the open air, drooling, and receiving a slow, deliberate stroke from a single paw. The leopard was tending to his own loins, no doubt in preparation for something to come. All manner of thoughts raced through Chuck's mind. Just what was this drama-loving feline going to do to him?

"Yeah? Wh-what's that?" the tiger asked, unable to hide the quaver in his voice.

The leopard lifted his free paw to cup under Chuck's chin and leaned in close, never once letting his gaze falter.

"You are not the one in control here," the leopard said, then pressed in to whisper into the tiger's ear, "I am."

Before Chuck could get even a single word of response past his lips, they were suddenly occupied. The dark fellow growled deep in his throat as he gently forced his tongue past the tiger's teeth and invited his captor to an oral dance. All Chuck could do was let out a soft whimper and a moan. Already he was feeling dizzy all over again. He moved with the dark fellow, chasing after him as the leopard turned his head one way, then the other. Then the kiss was broken. A soft exhale washed out across Chuck's muzzle as the leopard reveled in the satisfaction. The tiger was panting again and his vision was a little blurry. Instinctively, he tried to close his legs the instant he realized he wasn't drooling only from the corner of his mouth. The passionate kiss had provided quite the intense reaction from below and he could feel a few errant drops of honey beginning to seep down between his thighs.

"Fffffuck." was all Chuck could muster.

"All in good time, kitten." the leopard said in his silky smooth, deep voice.

The shadowy feline then dipped down and pressed his nose against the tiger's chest. He inhaled strongly, nostrils flaring to soak up the striped cat's scent, held it, then released it in a relaxed sigh as he leaned back again. The leopard ran his fingers down along the tiger's densely muscular form, appreciating the firmness of each curve and swell. He traced along the lines made between muscle groups. His claws dragged ever so lightly across the captive feline's, making the tiger shudder as he touched on a particularly sensitive spot. It amused the dark fellow to no end. Another buzzing from the dark caught his attention and drew his gaze. When he returned to appreciating the tiger's bound and nude form, he changed his posture. The leopard hunched forward and reached down under the striped cat. His arms curled under Chuck's thighs, hoisting the tiger's lower half and forcing him to tip backwards.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Chuck asked shakily, fighting the natural sense of unease brought on by feeling like he should end up falling any second.

"You wanted some fuck, so... you can have some fuck. As a treat." the leopard said.

The familiar shape that had pressed against Chuck from behind returned, though it was in front now. The leopard's member rest neatly between the tiger's legs, cradled there against the still well honeyed folds. To call the dark cat's length generous was something of an understatement. He could put certain root vegetables to shame--and it was just laying there, on top of Chuck's soaked lips. The heat that had been building there intensified rapidly, leaving the tiger to pant all over again. He couldn't help but ache for what the leopard said was coming. He could even feel the rigid beast throbbing on top of him. It drooled gently as the dark cat just stood there, drinking in the moment. A few sticky drips of clear ooze landed on Chuck's stomach, well above his navel. All of that was going in him, every last inch.

Before the tiger could think of something to say, or even bring up the fact that his captor was in fact not wearing protection, the leopard moved to act. The dark feline stepped back a short distance and leaned forward to pull his hips away from the striped cat. It brought the two almost muzzle to muzzle again which the leopard took advantage of. He mashed his lips to Chuck's once more, distracting him as a paw began adjusting and positioning everything. Fingers slipped back between the tiger's folds, making him jerk and twitch. Chuck was only able to writhe fruitlessly against the assault. When the leopard pulled his fingers back, they were coated in a sweet smelling sticky ooze which he immediately began smearing over the whole of his aching length. The tiger was fairly well lubricated from all the teasing, so why not make use of it? The leopard repeated the act only a few more times until he was satisfied he was nice and slick. Then, he slowly pushed forward.

Chuck--still locked lip to lip with his captor--tensed up all over again. His arms and legs flexed, lifting him slightly in his restraints. The intruder below was beginning its work of spreading him open and easing in. He struggled and squirmed as he felt the sleek, dark mast bend and flex only just slightly as its owner wedged it deeper. Even the hardest of the hard had to have a little give, and it made that first slow push a little tricky. Turn the wrong way and things might slip out and just grind past one another. The leopard clearly knew what he was doing, because he kept his aim true, pressing steadily forward, filling the tiger's passage with something that logically looked as though it should not be able to fit. The stretch from the first moments alone was breathtaking, and it only intensified the deeper the leopard plunged.

The world began to spin as the tiger succumbed to the experience. He felt as if he were being pulled sideways thanks to the restraints and the leopard's attention confusing his senses. The spin came about because his focus was so split that he couldn't spare the power of thought to identify what direction was what. The whole of the assault was bringing the striped cat to pant, and with is mouth occupied, he was finding getting enough breath to be a challenge. He dared not pull away and break the kiss--at least he didn't intend to. When the leopard sank deep enough to feel his shaft press against the back of the tiger's womb, Chuck's eyes bulged and he threw his head back. A cry of surprise and elation erupted from him. The leopard took the opening before him and clamped his jaws down on the bound feline's now exposed throat, effectively silencing him. Chuck's eyes rolled back in his head as his strangled cry melted away. The leopard's hips pressed on, finally sinking the whole of his member into the tiger. Were they not mashed together so tightly, a very generous bulge the shape of the dark cat's shaft would be perfectly visible in the striped one's abdomen, almost reaching his chest.

The ropes strained against muscle, but never showed signs they would break. Even with two very large, very strong cats pulling on the restraints, they held fast. The first thrust had more of an effect on Chuck than his bindings. He trembled and gasped, still able to freely breathe despite the teeth on his throat. He tensed his entire body as the leopard thrust again. The tiger was certain what he felt was his captor's member pushing up against his lungs. Each rough, sharp jab of the dark cat's hips forced the breath out of his captive. He began slowly, but quickly increased his pace. Chuck thought how he was tied up would make the act of rutting much more difficult, but the leopard's strength more than compensated. The curl of the pitch black, thickly muscular arms provided a firm anchor to pull into and push against. It also added to the sense of possessiveness. That was an added quality Chuck was finding he was deeply enjoying.

That growing fondness manifested in a powerful desire to wrap his legs around the leopard's waist. When the ropes stopped him and even provided a hint of burn, he shivered again. Being restrained, prevented from taking any kind of action, all while the dark fellow rutted away, pounding like a hammer; it was opening something in Chuck's mind. Was he actually enjoying this? Why was he so turned on by being trapped and unable to respond?

Being so distracted by the mystery of his arousal, the tiger wasn't paying attention to the leopard's pace. It was quickening further, and his throaty growl was getting louder. Chuck's focus was quickly dragged back to the over-large presence in his middle as soon as the dark cat rammed forward and stopped, arching his back and holding there. The tiger's abdomen had surged outward softly, bloating just enough to conceal the lump made by the intruder. He gasped as the swell jumped again, forcing his abs into hiding. His belly was now a smooth, taut paunch, and it only grew further in short, sharp surges. It didn't last long--only a half dozen or so small leaps in size. By the end of the leopard's 'gentle' orgasm, Chuck looked and felt so bloated, he might have just finished chugging a gallon of milk. His whole body quivered as he hovered on the edge of climax. If only his captor had continued just a bit longer.

"Wh-why... didja... stop?" Chuck asked, huffing out each word.

The leopard slowly released his jaws from the tiger's throat and lapped ever so gently over the mark he left. He purred smoothly and pressed his nose into his captive's neck while keeping his powerful arms flexed. He intended to stay buried in the tiger for the moment.

"I have other plans for how to finish you off. I confess, there is more I would wish to do to you, but time is against us as it always is. For now, just relax and enjoy the moment while you can. Perhaps think about the litter of kittens you might have growing inside you right now." the dark cat said in that lovely, deep, gravely voice of his.

"It... doesn't... work... like that," Chuck panted out, "It... takes... longer..."

"Shhh," the leopard hissed gently, "Do not let reality spoil a good fantasy. Now, relax everything and squeeze below. We can't have you spilling anything once I am not there to keep everything plugged up."

Chuck did as he was told, too dizzy to argue. He slowed his breathing and gradually eased himself into a more relaxed posture. Once he had done that, the tiger began to focus his efforts. The muscles between his legs began to ripple and flex around the leopard's shaft. The sensation of the passage clenching around him made the dark cat purr louder, then wince as it squeezed surprisingly tight. He chuckled in amusement and began to retreat.

"S-sorry... accident." Chuck said, unsure why he was apologizing.

"I believe my handsome boy does not wish for me to leave him empty. Do not worry, there will be more." the leopard said.

Gradually, the sizable intrusion was drawn free. Chuck had been given enough time to ensure he would not be left gaping and drooling--though there was a noticeable amount of moisture seeping down his thighs and onto the floor. The tiger frowned and whimpered softly as he found himself missing the sensation of the stretch he had gotten used to. It troubled him a little that he was so eager for more. That had not always been the case.

"Wh-what did you do to me?" Chuck asked.

"Oh, have I scrambled the poor kitty's brains that much?" the leopard teased, "I tied you up, and then I fucked you. You were there. Don't you remember?"

"That's not what I mean." Chuck replied.

"Yes, yes, I know what it is you mean. You should be able to figure that out on your own." the leopard said before he offered the tiger another kiss, slower, gentler, and far too brief.

Chuck blinked softly as he tried to clear his head as soon as the kiss was broken. What he saw was the leopard pulling away and moving down along his slightly plump abdomen. The dark fellow pressed his lips to the taut swell, even going so far as to drag his tongue across the tiger's navel. It brought a new shiver up the striped cat's spine, leaving him to wonder just what his captor had in mind for him. A few ideas were already beginning to take shape. Given his restraints, all he could do was wait to find out. Unfortunately, his patience was running short after the experience he had been given thus far. The burning of his loins frustrated him deeply.

The wait was thankfully brief. The dark feline slipped lower, bringing his muzzle to Chuck's groin. Lips pressed to lips in a similarly tender kiss. It was just as brief as the two prior. Then came a long, maddeningly slow drag of the tongue. It was like a thousand little forks of lightning running across the tiger's cleft. It stole his breath away and brought him to tremble once again. Just as Chuck expected another lick, the leopard took a different tack. He pushed forward and sealed his lips around a small feature that adorned the tiger's petals. What was only a strong tingle suddenly became a powerful bolt from the sky.

A great yowl filled the dark room. Chuck's legs pulled against the ropes as he tried to wrap his thighs around the leopard's head. Frustration returned as his bonds held fast, then followed that same smoldering, aching appeal for being restrained. It was all feeding back on itself. The dark cat grinned as he suckled on his captor's clitoris and ran his paws along the under side of the tiger's thighs, teasing, tickling, even squeezing. He purred louder and louder to send the rumble of the motor in his throat directly into the core of the striped cat's being.

Chuck writhed and struggled against his restraints, finding he could not help but revel in his own helplessness. He had lost control over himself, unable to produce a single cogent thought. Distracted as he was, it gave the leopard the opportunity to pursue his own plans, chasing the conclusion he sought. He released the tiger's clit and dragged his tongue across those quivering folds again. This time, he pushed, spreading Chuck open to explore beyond. There was a distinct taste of the tiger's honey mixed with the salty contribution he had been filled with. The leopard kept pushing, sinking his muzzle into the warm, wet, sticky tunnel beyond. One more good push, a loud, lewd slurp, then a hearty splash, and the dark cat had slipped the whole of his head into the tiger. Chuck was breathless. The powerful grip that had amused the leopard took hold and began pulling. He had counted on this. He could just go limp if he so chose, and his greedy boy could just drag him in on his own. Given the circumstances, that wasn't good enough. He wanted to be more proactive, so he pushed on.

The leopard eased his paws into the tiger, stretching him open wider still, and slid just that much deeper. The taut paunch Chuck had been given expanded out, taking the shape--vaguely--of the dark fellow's head. Still the partially consumed cat pushed onward. Broad shoulders slipped in one by one, then came the pitch black cat's chest. The tiger's nethers ringed tightly around him, even squeezing to pull the intruder deeper. Chuck's eyes glazed over as he began to drool from the corner of his mouth. His belly grew and stretched, driving him past the point of no return. This was how the leopard intended to bring him to climax.

It all became something of a blur for Chuck. He could feel subtle details of the other cat gliding through him, but he couldn't make any sense of the information. To him, it was all nothing more than a bombardment of sensory overload. He shivered and panted as his middle swelled. The sizable member that had only just a short while earlier been a guest inside him returned, this time mashed against the leopard's abdomen. It slid smoothly along the silken walls, grinding delightfully in so many tender places. Its owner stopped his progress and rumbled loudly from deep under the tiger's stripes before he began to rock and grind, dragging his shaft along the interior of his captive's passage one more time. He wasn't able to make much of a show of it, but he so desperately wanted to have another session with his pet. Chuck's loins meanwhile had other plans and they would not be denied.

A stout 'gulp' saw the leopard's shapely, muscular rump dragged completely out of sight. It surprised the dark fellow. He had not expected so sudden and strong a tug. Another 'swallow' dragged his thighs in, bringing his knees to rest at the well soaked entrance so much of him had disappeared into. From there, the hidden feline simply chuckled to himself and began to spin about, pulling the last of himself in. His calves passed with no trouble at all, then his paws, then the last stretch of his twitching tail. The whole matter had taken but only a few minutes. The tiger sat atop the stool, legs still hoisted up by the ropes, arms overhead, now possessing a tremendous gut that shifted and moved atop his 'lap'. He huffed and groaned, coming down off the intense high of one, long, dizzying orgasm. He could still feel honey dripping from between his legs and landing with a quiet splatter on the floor.

"Fffffuck..." Chuck slurred.

"I think that would be difficult now, kitten." the leopard said, voice muffled by the layers of muscle, fur, and fat dividing him from the outside world.

"Was this... your plan... the whole time?" the tiger asked.

"It was indeed, and I had other plans as well, but as I said, time is always against us." the leopard said.

A familiar, repeating buzz reached the tiger's notice, helping to gently snap him out of his reverie. He turned his head and twisted one of his ears, pinpointing the source as it continued to rumble away. It was behind him, and only a short distance away. With great effort--largely due to how his mind was still swimming--he reached out with his tail and curled it around the object in question. Carefully, Chuck brought it around to look at the item in question. It was his phone, and it was ringing. He peered at the image of an older woman--a tortoise--along with her name on the screen and frowned.

"Shit... it's Mrs. Yarborough. I gotta take this," the tiger said before he leaned forward to tap the 'answer' button with his nose, then pressed the phone to the side of his head, "This is Chuck."

"Yes, she's been texting the whole time. I decided it might be wise to just hurry on through the most important bits rather than just stop in the middle." the hidden cat said.

"Yeah? It is? That's not good. Did you turn it off at the main valve? That's great. Good job. I'll be up in a little bit to have a look. For now, just... um... if you need water, there's a unit across from you that's unoccupied. You can fill up whatever container you need there. If it's what I think it is, it should be a simple fix," Chuck said, pausing to let the elderly lady on the other end respond between sentences, "What? Oh... um... maybe twenty minutes I think? Yeah, you caught me in the middle of something so I need to finish this up first. Okay, see you then."

"Oh so just going to take your time and finally enjoy the moment, eh?" the leopard asked, giving the tiger a good, solid poke from within, aiming for a very tender spot indeed.

Chuck jerked in his restraints and grunted. A new wave of pleasure washed over him as his petals pursed and offered another, smaller soaking.

"Fuck... god, I'd love to but I gotta get you out of there. Mrs. Yarborough's got a water leak and I need to handle it right away. C'mon, turn around and help me get started." the tiger said.

"Oh I don't think so," said the leopard with a laugh, "No, I think you should hurry along to help Mrs. Yarborough just as you are. I promise I won't distract you... much."

Chuck grumbled and clenched everything, squeezing his passenger tightly under his fur.

"Alejandro... c'mon!" he complained.

"Your duties as the building superintendent leave little time for us. It can be terribly frustrating. Can you fault me for wanting to steal as much of my kitten as I can get?" the leopard replied.

The tiger frowned and looked away from his gut, as if it could stare back at him. He was blushing rather brightly, only partially because of the still rather intense warmth radiating from between his legs.

"No... I guess I can't." he said.

"Excellent! Then it is settled. Get dressed and go help that poor old woman with her leaky pipes. Then we can rest and simply... enjoy... one another." Alejandro replied, pressing out with a foot-paw against the very entrance he had slipped through.

Chuck moaned low and finally slumped when the pressure faded.

"Man-whore." he muttered at his belly.

"Yes, and it is why you love me." the leopard said.

The tiger huffed in frustration and changed his posture, sitting up a little more upright. He stretched outward above himself until he could feel a knot in the ropes. He found a loop and tugged lightly on it until it came loose. At last, he was able to bring his arms down and rest them across his belly. It felt so much better to finally relax his shoulders. Chuck ran his paws over his engorged middle in slow circles, not quite ready to untie his legs. The support felt rather nice.

"I've never gone outside like this before. Not sure how I feel about it." Chuck said.

"If the photos you have shown me while I am in here are any indication, I would say you look marvelous. Do not trouble yourself with what others might think of you. Just savor the moment. You finally seemed to be doing so while we were... in the thick of it." Alejandro replied with a seductive purr.

"Yeah... yeah I did start to get into it. I gotta admit... it was beginning to really work for me. I don't know what it was about it, but I was definitely feeling something." the tiger said, sounding curiously ashamed to admit such a thing.

"I tried to tell you, a bit of theatricality, broadening your horizons... it can be illuminating. Perhaps this has opened a door for you?" the leopard asked.

"Maybe," Chuck said as he finally reached up to untie his legs, "At least... I wouldn't mind trying this again."

"I shall keep that in mind, and endeavor to find the time to demonstrate my... skills as a thespian... properly." Alejandro said.

Soon, the tiger's legs were free and his paws were on the floor. His breathing was heavier than usual. The bloated feline hoisted himself up with a grunt, then groaned as the weight of his boyfriend pulled on his spine and pushed down on his hips. A few drips of moisture oozed down his thighs. Just walking around with Alejandro inside him was enough to drive him towards a new climax. He waddled his way over to the wall and flicked on the lights. The utility room was suddenly flooded with illumination, showing all the equipment that had been set up to create the atmosphere the leopard had insisted on.

At the time, Chuck had thought it was pointless window dressing that didn't add anything. Having gone through it, he was beginning to see what Alejandro was on about. It took some doing, but the tiger squeezed back into his clothes, though his shirt failed miserably to cover his expansive stomach. His pants couldn't zip all the way up or button. His panties however hugged just as close as ever, and he was certain they would end up drenched by the time he got back to their apartment.

"Alright... stubborn jerk... let's head on upstairs. Mrs. Yarborough's probably walking through two inches of water because she couldn't get to the shut-off valve too quick," Chuck said, waddling his way over towards the door, "And... remind me to come back down here and mop up the floor. You got me going so hard, I made a pretty good mess."

"Then perhaps our abbreviated session was not in vein. Just remember... enjoy the moment. Relish it. You have me. Revel in your hold over me." the leopard said.

Chuck mumbled quietly, his cheeks flushing once more as he imagined coming back downstairs before letting his boyfriend out. Just how much could he get done before getting too tired and_needing_ to let him out? Maybe he if he could steal a nap, he might be able to prolong Alejandro's stay. That thought warmed his loins again and he grumbled, chastising himself for following such notions. He had a job to do, and it would be terribly unprofessional for him to soak through his underwear in mere moments. A gentle push from Alejandro made him jerk softly as he started to climb the stairs. A splash from below made the tiger curse.

"Dammit, Alejandro. Now I need to change my pants. Can you fucking stop that?" Chuck complained.

"Not so long as you are enjoying it, my love." the leopard said.

Chuck muttered under his breath and resumed climbing the stairs. If the uncooperative cat was going to be like this, there wasn't any point in changing. He would just have to 'suffer' through it. Even while his boyfriend was sealed away in his belly, he was still at his mercy, unable to stop him. That notion enticed the tiger all the more.

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