Playing with Food
#2 of The Complex
Hehe. Decided to try a little something new. Cause we all need to go out our comfort zone every now and then. And now, the standard equipment. All characters are property of me. If you're not 18, or reading about furries having fun isn't your cup of joe, leave now and forever hold you flaming. Or just make sure to watch your back. XD
- * * He let the weights crash back down as he finished his final set of reps, feeling good about this time around. The puma stood off the bench and looked over at the mirror wall, admiring his work. He admired the deep tan fur he loved having, and the light body builders' frame he managed to create over the years. He flexed his 6' 4", sweat slicked figure a bit, smiling like a cub in a candy store. "I am one sexy beast!" he roared out before he grabbed his towel and hit the elevator. Hakim always wondered why they built the gym on the 5th floor, but didn't complain. He lived only two floors down so it didn't bother him as bad as the pony on the 10th. "His loss, not mine," he smirked to himself as the elevator reached his floor and he stepped out. He caught a glimpse of a fox coming out the stairwell. The fox then just stopped and stared at him for a bit. It took a minute for Hakim to realize it was a soaked, topless Jamal who lived down the hall. So he decided to mess with his head a bit, starting by tossing his towel at him to grab his attention. "Hey Jamal! I thought I told you to stop standing in front of sprinklers!" he shouted out down the hall. "Ha ha. Very funny, Hakim," Jamal snapped back quickly, catching the towel on almost instinct. "So what you been up to anyway?" "Can't you tell?" Hakim said, starting to flex the muscles on his right arm. "Been working out. Maybe you should try that sometime, Foxie." Jamal just chuckled to himself as he walked to him, placing a punch on Hakim's shoulder hard enough to make him lose his balance. "I think I got it covered, thank you very much." Hakim was spun around by the punch, and he grabbed his towel back in the process. They both laughed and said their goodbyes, and he just watched Jamal go around the corner. As he walked, Hakim couldn't stop looking at how Jamal's figure was better defined when he was wet. "Hehe. He's built better than I take him for," he thought before he walked to '301,' his humble abode. He opened his door without the key, having left it unlocked, then padded in. He closed the door with his foot and headed straight for the bathroom. He always capped off a good workout with a better shower. After about 15 minutes he finished up, dried off his short fur, then padded back into the kitchen, nude. It wasn't often he wore anything while in his house unless company was over. He just liked it better that way. Meanwhile, Jasmine was walking out of the elevator, umbrella in one hand to fight the rain, and a bag of carryout from the Italian place nearby. She's a 5' 11" puma that most would consider well endowed, especially the males and most of the females in the complex. She always flirted off her large breasts and cleavage by wearing tight tops and no bra. The shirts always seemed to stop a couple inches above her navel to show her flat belly, and her shorts stopped halfway down her calves to show off her long, toned legs. Because of the large amount of skin she displayed, she took great care in her sand-toned fur, her brown neck-length hair pulled into a ponytail. She gave a flirty wink to the tiger peaking out of '302' as she walked past, watching him quickly blush and hide behind his door. She reached the condo she shared with Hakim and slipped in silently, knowing he never locked the door on a regular basis. She found him looking inside the fridge, naked as usual, and decided to take advantage. She put her stuff down and went into a low crouch, stalking up behind him quietly before she placed a firm slap on his rump. He yelped out and jumped, bumping his head on the top of the fridge before he stumbled back a bit. "Hey..." he managed to get out, rubbing the back of his head. "What was that for?" She giggled playfully, kissing his cheek. "That's what you get for leaving your door unlocked. I swear, someone's gonna take advantage of that." "Oh, kinda like you did?" "Exactomundo, Hakim!" She playfully bounced up and down as she said this, Hakim staring at her breasts as they bounced along. She went back to the door and grabbed the bag. "I got your fave. Chicken Alfredo!!" "Hey, alright! I could use a good meal," he cheered out, taking a seat at the dining room table. Jasmine placed out the two meals, his pasta and her Shrimp Caesar salad. They smiled at each other before they begin eating. They both finished quickly and looked at each other before Jasmine made a giggle. "Jasmine, what's so funny?" Hakim asked, tilting his head. "You got some sauce right here," she said, pointing to the right side of her muzzle. "What, here?" he wipes the right side of his muzzle. "No, your other right." "Huh?" They continued to fuss before she finally gets up and walks over to him. "Right here." She leans over and slowly licks up the sauce on the side of his muzzle. He purred lightly before he turned in his chair, looking her right in her brown eyes. "You missed some as well..." He then brought her close and kissed her tenderly on the lips. She purred gently into the kiss, slipping into his lap in the process, breaking from the kiss to nuzzle his neck. "Oh...oh you know just how to make me smile," as said, grinning the whole time. "Well maybe I like doing that, hmm?" "Hey. You want some...dessert?" Hakim just cocked an eyebrow, looking back at the empty bag. "Dessert? What you mean by dessert?" She looked up into his eyes and formed a coy grin. "How about you go into the bedroom. I'll bring it in, ok?" She gave him a quick lick on his nose, then giggled as she slipped out her lap and ran into the bathroom. Hakim sat in his chair, still a bit dumbfounded. "Now what she mean by that?" he asked himself as he got up and padded into the bedroom, lying on the bed. A couple minutes passed before Jasmine walked back in, and all Hakim could do as just stare as his jaw dropped. Before him stood his mate, wearing nothing but a couple dollops as whipped cream on her breasts covering her nipples, and a patch covering her sex. "Now," she asked, heavy with desire, "who's hungry?" She padded over slowly, noting the swagger she added in her step was mesmerizing Hakim. She climbed onto and laid out on the bed, just waiting to see what he would do. He smiled coyly as he started by kissing his neck, then worked his way down to her right breast, eliciting a light from her as he suckled gently. He slowly swirled his sandpapery tongue around the nipple, making sure to get every bit of the cream before he moved to the other nipple, repeating the process. "Mmmmm...I didn't think you were that hungry," Jasmine murred out, arching slightly off the bed. He had just finished the second nipple and was kissing his way down her belly. "Well I still have room for some 'pie'," he chuckled out before he positioned his head between her legs. He started at the base and in almost one long, slow lick, got all the cream off her sex. Jasmine shuddered from every second his tongue hit her folds, arching more off the bed as she moaned lightly. "Oooohhhhh....you always had a talented tongue," she moaned out. "Well I'm just getting started," he cooed out before he lapped greedily at her clit, causing her to moan loudly. He continued this for a moment, and then slowly pulled off, moving up to kiss her deeply. She continued to moan into it, sampling her juices that he forgot to lick off. He purred gently, nuzzling her neck softly. "You know...I'm still hungry," he whispered lightly, placing one of her paws on his erect cock, specifically on the barbs on his tip. She gave out a gasp, then a purr-like moan as she caressed it gently. "Then what are you waiting for, Love? Satisfy your hunger." He locked her into a deep kiss while rolling her side facing him. He grabs a pawful of her rump and holds her and he slowly slips in his shaft, both of them moaning gently. She wraps her arms around his neck and grinded lightly when their hips touched, knowing all six inches where inside of her. Hakim nipped at her ears gently as he began to thrust slowly. Jasmine gave a heavy moan each time he pulled out, the barbs increasing the stimulation every time. "Oh Gods, Hakim, don't stop..." she cried out. He increased his pace, holding her tight in his arms while moaning into her ear. She kissed along his neck, bucking against him. Hakim began grunting with each thrust, his shaft throbbing inside of her as he came closer and closer to his peak. But he was beat to it, roaring out as he felt Jasmine biting into his shoulder, her walls clamping down around his shaft as she came. He slammed his cock into her, thrusting shallowly as he finally gave his own load, letting out a deep, throaty purr as he did. She let go of her tooth-hold on his shoulder, licking the wounds she made to help stop the slight bleeding. He panted lightly, feeling the tinkle of her saliva. "I forgot you were a biter, Hon." "Yeah," she cooed out. "But I know you like it." "Just don't try to bite at the wrong time, ok?" He joked, giving a slightly thrust. She gave a gentle moan, pressing her breasts against his chest. "Now why would I do that to 'that?'" she said before she pulled him into a kiss again, holding him close as they drifted off to sleep.