No Regrets
#8 of Hockey Hunk Season 5
Nicholas gets more than he bargained for.
Appropriate fan art of Peter by BuckSaber - thank you for your generosity, Buck!
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"Ahhh...
Well...ahhh...I found out that Sinclair was nothing but a traditionalist when it come to sex and sensuality, and my mode of discovery involved finding myself on my paws and knees on a towel on his big double bed.
"Hurrrr..."
"Uh..."
Perhaps I'm not a big moaner, but the deep thrust inside me were more than enough to let loose some air from my lungs. His paws gripped my hips tightly, and beyond the smack of hips on my derriere, there was no further contact of our bodies. No passionate embrace from behind, no hunching over me, no biting my shoulder....no...just the raw, physical act of thrusting in and out of me.
My fingers curled on the towel as little waves of tensions coursed through my body, my entire form working with the effort to take his enthusiastic thrusts. The deeper ones stung a little, considering I wasn't too practiced, especially as of late...
"Nghh..."
It never was my favorite thing to do - no, it took so much effort, really, that it might take spontaneity out of it, but I was not opposed to it, either. The feeling of fullness and the stroking of warm fur against my perineum were pleasant enough, of course. We'd done it often enough with Liam...though it was much more intimate than this...this was physical, fast, rather raw...and yet oddly...aseptic.
I could feel clawtips against the skin of my hips, and that made me roll out my hips and groan in a sense of genuine, deeper arousal, and press against him, encouraging him.
"Ahhh..." I moaned.
The shower he had insisted on before had taken out much of our natural musk, leaving only what could be described as a mild smell of masculinity, some powerful soap, water-based lubricant, and the inevitable stench of sex that even Sinclair's scrub routine couldn't probably take away. I did like musk, it added a level of sensuality that was quite pleasant, but now...I suppose there was only the actual act of penetration, and of being penetrated, that was to be had.
I was mostly hard, untouched and batting against my own belly with the rocking of my body, which felt quite nice in its own way. I pulsed and leaked a little, too, especially on some of his deeper ventures within me, but that didn't happen too often. The little twinges of pleasure did feel fine enough, and encouraged me to rock back to meet his motions. Give him that added delight, too, even though I wasn't really too practiced in the true tricks of a receptive party.
Not like Liam...oh, dear...that otter could wear me down, and I'm a lion, if you do not mind the boast, nature has intended us to be sexual creatures, and to commit our bodies into the act of the rut...perhaps for 40 times per day like our feral cousins roaming in Africa, but...4 times? Oh yes...that otter sure knew how to get them out of me, in a row and leaving me panting and still wanting more of that wriggly backside, or his delightfully naughtily grinning muzzle...
"Ahh..."
It was probably not very polite to think about Liam while having sex with Sinclair, but the idea of the otter did add a thrill that made it more enjoyable to have him inside, and since that was what he wanted now, I obliged. It was pleasant rather than searing hot, but sex wasn't always a purple prose affair.
He squeezed even harder, and I felt his hips now positively smack against my rear, in my experience, a sign that the inevitable was soon to be at paw.
"Ahhrrmm...."
His soft, husked sounds made my ears flick, my cheeks already warm from sexual arousal, and I rocked, gently, encouraging him to have his way with me. It didn't take much longer then, either, a few further bucking motions later he was still, and I was sure that he was spending himself inside me, the twitches of his penis barely perceivable, but nonetheless...a satisfying feel in its own right, as I listened to his breaths and allowed him to enjoy it to his most fullest.
He didn't stay mounted upon me for particularly long after, but simply sat back and withdrew from me, which accompanied a loudish moan from me when his barbs stroked through my innards and then he was free, I was empty, and I felt compelled to relax onto my belly. That pressed my arousal between my body and the towel beneath us, and I let out a rather contented moan when the warm sensation tickled me all the way to my spine.
The bedsprings moved, and I looked over my shoulder, to see him standing there, still fully erect, a filled condom covering him up yet. His breaths fell fast, and his tail snapped the air behind him, as the naked puma caught his breath.
"Heheh," I breathed out as I gently lowered my tail over my rear and relaxed my knees.
"I need a shower," Sinclair muttered without really looking at me, "You should to the same."
I let out a little breathy giggle.
"Well I am a bit squishy..." I flicked my tailtip, and felt it all the way in my loins.
"You can grab that towel and use the guest shower in the guest bedroom," he said before turning around and walking into his own bathroom, nude as he was.
I watched the swing of his tail until the door was closed, let out a deep breath, and wondered just what on Earth I had just done.
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The shower was quite exquisite, however, the soap, pleasant, even when I rubbed myself delicately under my tail to remove any residue from there, and found myself enjoying that touch, too. The warm water had taken care of my arousal until then, of course, and, feeling the mischief upon me, it did not take me long to spend myself in a few warm spurts of delight. I purred and moaned and felt quite refreshed by the climax, and spent some extra time rubbing myself clean, and simply to relax, before I activated the driers and let the warm air add another sheen of pleasure upon my furs.
I procured a large bathrobe from a hook and decided to put it on, considering my clothes were still in Sinclair's room, and I didn't want to dance around his apartment in the buff just out of the blue. The silky fabric felt nice, as did the towel I threw about my shoulders to catch any drippings from my mane before I padded my way into the living room. expecting to find Sinclair there. He wasn't present, however, and I was sure I could hear the shower running still, somewhere nearby. Hmm. I suppose he really liked long showers...that was a given with Liam...but he did have that lovely bath tub we debauched so many times...
Ahem.
My furs might have been soaked previously, but my tongue felt parched now, and hence I wandered into Sinclair's spotlessly clean kitchen and opened the fridge to see what laid within.
"Hmmmm..."
It was all very neat and organized - everything was packed in plastic, including the fruit and the vegetables, which might have made a nice snack, but I didn't want to be a preposterous guest by any means, hence I let my eyes become fixed on the bottles of water instead. They were mostly just plain still water, but I did find a lemon-flavored sugar free sparkling one, too, and decided to partake. Surely he wouldn't mind.
"Ahmmm..." the water bubbled in my nose and made me rumble, deeply, as I kept taking a visual inventory of the kitchen. I did enjoy my times there more often than not, but since everything was kept in the cabinets and the drawers, I couldn't really even spy on his kitchen utensils without going to peek into every draw and nook, and I decided that the living room would likely be more entertaining for now as I waited for my host.
I settled onto the couch - carefully as it was, considering the state of affairs in my posterior - and crossed my legs and relaxed my tail. It wasn't that different here, all told - book cabinets instead of shelves, with their backs visible through glass doors, a desk that seemed the only disorganized item in the whole apartment I had seen so far, since there was a haphazard pile of paper on it not unlike what was perpetually located onto my own inbox on my desk at the university - but everything else was just like the rest of the Sinclair's place, clean, mostly white, and untouched.
It was somewhat strange to be in a place where you could barely smell its occupant - there was a hint of that slightly off scent he put out, a mixture of those soaps he used, and perhaps...perhaps the medication he took caused his body odor to change, too, somehow, through some biochemical process I couldn't even imagine. Perhaps I could look it up on the Internet...perhaps.
I put my bottle onto the little table by the couch and crossed my arms over my chest in a further comfortable gesture. The room had revealed whatever little secrets it had, and now I was left to my own devices, and within the confines of my own mind, to entertain myself before Sinclair would return.
I wasn't too sure what to make of the thoughts slowly flowing through my mind at the moment, however. The sex had left me feeling quite relaxed, physically, spiritually, even, perhaps, if one considered that the libido was a life-creating energy that could actually...bottle up inside someone, before one simply needed the release...and that had been accomplished, in more way than one. Yes, my orgasm was the product of my own paw, and the actual intercourse wasn't the height of male intimacy, but still...contact had been had, my body had enjoyed the feel of paws and claws, the knowledge of the act...sex had been had, after all...
...but whether it was for the right reasons, I was unsure. A sudden culmination of a long attraction...it was not. A passionate, mindless, desperate affair....neither one of us felt like that, I was quite sure. He had been a friend, he was now a colleague of sorts, we had a long acquaintance over the past 10 years but that was it all. We hadn't even talked for the past...five, six years? And yet the first thing we did to rekindle our acquaintance was for me to accept his proposal of sex and...there we were, going at it like we did. Perhaps not the most virtuous show of morality, even if we were not hurting anyone. He was an unattached adult, I was...I was like that, too, so what we did was simply something that we allowed to happen.
But why?
Why, Nicholas, why did you fall so easily? It wasn't really like me...well...at least I believe not. My wilder years were well known to Sinclair, and to myself, of course. I had savored and experimented and experienced, and I did not look back to that with regret. I did not regret my escapades in London, neither, not those in the beginning or those that mostly happened in the small apartment of that...agile...otter.
Oh, Liam...
I sipped some more water, snuffled bubbles out of my nosepad, and rubbed my chin in contemplation. Perhaps my continued longing for the sweet man had driven me to a mental state that made me more prone to fall for the approach of the puma. The promise of sex with no strings attached and no...complications had certainly been appealing after my dry spell. I had been too busy to even consider a night out, really, let alone with the purpose of actually meeting someone, let alone for erotic interludes. My flesh had never been particularly strong to resist these temptations , however...the will...slightly better, but within realms of persuasion. He did practically grab me through my pants to drive the message home...
Well, I didn't mind that he was forward. That could be good. It usually worked out nicely, when there was a mutual understanding. We found one rather quickly, after all, once I told him I did notice what he was doing to me. My resistance, if there ever was destined to be any, disappeared in a flurry of stroking and some curious hygiene advice from Sinclair.
Hmm...rebound...rebound...rebound...
The subtle swooshing sound of the shower finally ended, and caused a perking of my ears now that the white noise was removed. For a moment I only listened to the hum of the air conditioning, before pawsteps and a whiff of scent alerted me to an impending arrival of Sinclair from the confines of his bedroom.
He appeared, dressed in black pants, white socks and a black T-shirt - no easy robe-dressing for him, then. I gave him an encouraging smile and gestured at the bottle sitting bubbling on the little table.
"I hope you do not mind that I helped myself to some," I waved my paw.
He stopped at the bedroom door and looked at me for a long time before he huffed.
"I'll have to wipe the kitchen, then," he said. "Where'd you touch? Or do I need to break out the blacklight?"
I must have appeared excessively puzzled upon his exclamation, for he soon shrugged.
"Guess I'll have to scrub the entire place down, then," he mused, tail flaying behind him, looking like he was preparing to actually fetch the mop.
"I only touched the fridge door handle," I offered, "I just took the water bottle out and...closed it up."
His tail flicked against his ankles, but he gave a short nod.
"Okay."
I smiled.
"Why don't you come to sit down here?" I patted the couch by me. "I'd love to talk some more!"
He didn't look any less suspicious now, but I hoped to ease off that a little, with another smile.
"Really?"
"Of course!" my ears perked. "There is still so much to discuss, and I do enjoy talking with you..."
He was quiet, and avoided my eyes.
"I'm a bit tired," he said, "I think it's best if we talked later."
He didn't sound happy at all. I was very quickly not feeling very happy at all, either. Made me feel uncomfortable, too, bristled my furs.
"Is something wrong?" I asked.
"I'll talk with you later, okay?" he scratched his arm vigorously.
My ears began to fall. It was obvious that he didn't feel particularly happy now. I was likely a contributing factor, or at least what we'd done before. Maybe he had his regrets, too, of even stronger kind than my own little doubts.
"Well I'd love to have stayed...I don't have anything else planned for today, but if you're sure..."
He nodded.
"Yeah. Yeah, I think so."
There was no stopping the slide of my ears into a 'down'-oriented position. I put my water bottle down and got up from the couch.
"I better get my clothes then," I said.
He stepped away from the bedroom door and held his gaze down when I passed. I decided not to try to pursue his eyes.
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Poor Sinclair...I hope I didn't make him feel too uncomfortable...how to cheer him up...I wondered as I slowly strolled along the street, thumbs tucked in my pockets, my tail swinging about in a non-particularly exuberant fashion now that I was deep in my thoughts. Maybe I should ask him out somewhere...maybe he'd want to come to a dress rehearsal of the musical, perhaps...surely he still had it in his heart...some wish for frolic and play...I could provide that, perhaps...maybe I'd invite Gliese, too...two old friends coming together...hmm...
...and what else could I do...how to turn that frowny face into a big smile...or perhaps just a small smile, that'd be a good start, too...
Beep-beep!
My phone vibrated in my pocket, with that special little tone that told me that a new email had been received. That made my ears perk curiously, as I put my hand into my vest pocket to retrieve the phone.
Liam...
The familiar email address sure put a smile on my face...even if I now felt distinctively guilty over the fact that I'd just had sex with someone else and...and...and...
"WHOAH! LOOK AT THAT FAGGOT POKING HIS I-FAG PHONE!"
"HAHHAHA!"
"HAH, DUDE!"
My eyes snapped up from the phone.
They were coming.
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