Caramel
"We gotta stop eating junk," said Fuzzy.
"Apples aren't ... " A chomp.
"Got juice dribbling down your ... "
" ... junk."
" ... lips." A finger wiped it off.
The mouse smiling shyly, chew-chewing. "Mm. I'm a messy mouse."
A chuckle. "Tidy mouse, more like."
"Yeah, I'm ... " Field looked around. " ... sorry about that. I didn't mean to wake you."
"It's okay," the lion insisted, giving a smile. And reaching for an apple slice.
The mouse had woken his mate earlier in the day, in the morning. Vacuuming. He'd vacuumed at 6:54 AM. Caught in a cleaning frenzy.
"Just, next time, just ... calm down, okay. And stay in bed, hmm?"
"I had a bad dream. I ... woke up, and ... to use the bathroom, and then I couldn't get back to bed. I laid with you, and ... you were so warm," the mouse whispered, chewing. Swallowing. Reaching for another apple slice. "But I needed to clean everything. I needed it clean. I needed ... everything clean," he whispered. "It's ... " A swallow. " ... a compulsion."
"I know, but ... you're doing better at controlling those. You just ... gotta calm down. You had a lapse this morning, is all."
"Saying it's not good to be a tidy mouse?"
"Not at the expense of your rest, mm ... " A playful tap of the mouse's nose.
Field giggled lightly. Airily. As he often did.
"Anyway, we should stop eating all this junk."
"Darling, apples aren't ... "
" ... junk, I know. Unless you're eating them with caramel dip, which ... " He nodded at the red apple slice in the mouse's paw. Which was half-covered in caramel. " ... we are doing."
The mouse giggled, looking to the caramel. "Well ... it's not that bad."
"Should we look at the calories again?"
An emphatic, "no." And a bright smile.
"Mm," went the lion, chomping on an apple slice. "You know," he said, chew-chewing. "Green apples are just as good. Maybe even better."
"I prefer red."
"No green? No yellow?"
"I just like red."
"Any reason? Any particular ... "
"I don't know," Field admitted. "I just ... like red apples." He reached for yet another slice. Having lost count of how many he'd had. They had sliced three apples, and ... it looked to be an apple and a half worth of slices left in the bowl. "The green ones seem more ... sour. I don't know." Field dipped the apple slice in the caramel, twirled it around a bit, and lifted it out ... the caramel golden, buttery-tan ... and stringing. And Field twirled the slice with his fingers ... catching any strings. And he brought it to his mouth. Paused. And smiled. Guiding the slice, instead, to the mouth of his mate.
Fuzzy smiled warmly, obligingly opened his mouth ... and sucked the caramel off the slice ... while Field held it to his lips, giggling innocently. Brightly. Wide-eyed.
When Field withdrew the slice, clean of caramel, he brought it to his own mouth, sucked a bit ... and then chewed. Swallowing slowly.
"You thinking something ... "
"Always," Field whispered, blushing. "I'm always thinking something."
"No, but ... you thinking about something ... "
Field bit his lip.
"I can always tell. You sort of ... get all shy and squirmy ... "
"Guess I'm an open book," Field whispered, meeting his eyes.
"One I don't mind reading," was the reply.
The mouse giggled, looking to the cushions of the couch. Giggling some more. "That was good."
"I thought so," said Fuzzy, grinning. Showing his feline teeth.
"Mm," went Field, eying the apples again. Eyes darting to the caramel. "I was ... you're right, though. I was ... "
"Go on," Fuzzy whispered.
"You know what I was thinking."
"Then do it ... "
The mouse turned and met his eyes again.
Fuzzy gave a nudging nod.
"Alright," whispered Field, blushing, and leaning back ... to wriggle out of his jean shorts. Which were tattered and a size too big. The mouse always wore his clothes loose. Always wore a belt, though, for when in public. And he wriggled out of them, left only in his underwear, which was a stark contrast ... a white to the cinnamon, honey-browns of his fur (and the light-tan of his belly) ... and a bulge was evident beneath them. Soon revealed to be his mouse-hood, as Field slid the briefs down his thighs, past his knees, and then past his foot-paws ...
Fuzzy chuckled, watching him.
"It's not funny."
"Honey ... "
"Can you ... untangle it?"
"You always do this," said the lion, smiling brightly. Paws helping to untangle the mouse's thin, silky tail ... ropy tail ... from the hole in the back of his underwear. The mouse was always tangling his tail in them. "Here we go," Fuzzy whispered gently, warmly, pulling the pink, naked tail free. "Here we go," he whispered again.
Field smiled shyly. Leaning up and over ... for a slight peck to the lips.
Fuzzy smiled, starting to purr from the throat. Nudging the mouse's bare shoulders ... and then undressing himself. Saying, "Go on, then ... "
Field dipped two fingers of his left paw deep in the tub of caramel, lifted them out ... his furry chest rising and falling faster. And brought the fingers to his mouse-hood. His pretty, pink penis, which was so plain as compared to the lion's. Fuzzy had a sheath. The mouse's had been removed at birth. Fuzzy was also an inch longer.
As if reading Field's mind, Fuzzy whispered into his dishy, swiveling ear, "It's beautiful, baby ... " And he entwined his paw with the mouse's ... and helped run it over the rodent's blood-filled penis. "It's so beautiful. You're beautiful ... inside and out."
Field's eyes watered. He mouthed a thank you, followed by a whispered, "you are, too" ... as they mutually buttered the mouse's cock with caramel.
"How does it feel?"
"Uh ... uh ... it's ... "
A feline thumb went back and forth over the back ridge of the head.
Field panted. "I'm ... sorry .... I can't ... think ... " He closed his eyes, breathing.
A slight chuckle. "You don't need to, honey ... just relax ... "
The mouse sighed at the paw going up and down the outline of his spine. And he wordlessly wriggled onto his back, spreading his legs.
A chuckle. "Eager mouse," teased the lion, who was already shifting about ... moving his muzzle to a hover over the mouse's penis, which twitched a bit from anticipation.
Field was panting lightly, eyes closed.
The lion's tongue took a tentative lick.
"Oh ... "
A lap over the head.
"Mm ... mm," went Field, catching his breath.
And Fuzzy descended, gently licking the caramel, sucking ... giving little nips with his lips.
Field squirmed. Always too sensitive to orgasm this way, though he would give anything to be able to do so. Too sensitive, but enduring ... moaning.
Suck, suck ...
"Oh ... oh. Oh."
... suck, suck ...
"Uh ... uh ... "
... suck!
"Oh!"
Stop.
Field swallowed, throat dry. Panting. "Are you ... "
"All done. You're squeaky clean." A chuckle at the joke.
"Al-already ... "
"I've been giving you muzzle for seven minutes ... I think I got it all ... " A knowing smile.
The mouse blinked. Turned to look at the clock, squinting to see the numbers (for he wasn't wearing his glasses). "Seven minutes?" A swallow. "Wow," he whispered.
"Time flies, huh," Fuzzy whispered.
"Yeah," was all the mouse could say.
A pause.
"Darling ... "
"Yeah?"
"I want you to make me ... finish ... I'm sorry I can't ... finish for you." A blush.
"We just gotta practice more. You gotta relax." Pause. "And, you know, some furs just can't, but ... that doesn't make it feel any less good, does it?"
A blush, a smile. "No ... "
"Some furs can't ... "
A quiet nod.
"You have incredible stamina, you know."
"It takes me forever ... "
"Honey," said the lion, rubbing his shoulders. "Honey," he whispered. "That's not a bad thing ... the build-up to orgasm is ... a good bulk of the pleasure. The fact that you can keep that sensation for so long ... "
"Darling ... "
"Mm?"
"Hump my muzzle," he blurted out, breathing, breathing. "I ... please. Like ... you know ... "
Fuzzy tilted his head, squinted his eyes playfully. Nodded. Smiled, stood ...
... and Field slipped off the couch. To all fours. Or, rather, to two knees and a paw. One paw ... pawing his mouse-hood. And his mate stood on straight on his legs in front of him.
The mouse opened his mouth. This was his very favorite yiff position (from what he'd tried so far ... as he figured his favorite position would change once he and his mate tried tail-hole things).
The lion moved his dangling cock. Bumping it to Field's lips, and then pushing forward into the mouse's mouth.
Field closed his lips around it, marinating the sensitive flesh in his saliva. And then bobbing, and stopping, wanting for his mate to hump his muzzle.
Fuzzy did so, pulling his hips back ... pushing forward.
Field moaned, a lube and pre-soaked paw running rings up and down his own penis.
Hump ... hump ...
"Mm ... mm ... " The mouse allowed the underside of the shaft to slide along his tongue. "Mm!" And he reveled at the slickness and softness of the head as it poked from the sheath ... as his tongue tasted it. Wet pre. Almost there ...
The lion panted, moving a bit faster ...
Field's nose flared. Whiskers twitching and sniffing.
Fuzzy purred.
Field squeaked, hearing his mate catch his breath. It was always the most wonderful moment ... when Fuzzy had his orgasm. For Field would listen so carefully ... for clues. The caught breaths, a stray "oh." And he would taste the pre, and .... there. There.
"Oh," sighed the lion. Purrs reverberating.
Hot, milky semen pooled in Field's mouth. Just like that.
"Oh," went Fuzzy again.
Field sucked a few times, milking his mate's cock, wanting every drop of his seed. And then he pulled off, not swallowing ... not yet ...
Fuzzy scritched at Field's ears.
"Uh ... mm ... uhn, uhn. Uhn!" The mouse opened his mouth to moan, cum dripping out his lips and down his face. And he closed his mouth, closed his eyes ... "mm ... mm. MM!" Milky-white mouse seed spurting to the lion's leg. And to Field's own chest. And the mouse swallowed at the moment of orgasm. And he shook and squeaked ... from the sensations.
"Feel good?" Fuzzy asked with a chuckle, offering a paw.
Field took it, stumbling to a stand. His knees wobbling. He clung to his mate's strong chest. And he nodded. Nodded. "It was ... wonderful." A pant, pant. Fur flushed and matted with sweat (and other fluids). "You were wonderful ... "
A chuckle.
Field swallowed, sniffled. Hugged tight. "Thank you," he whispered, closing his eyes, burying his nose in the fur of the lion's neck. Breathing deeply of him. "Thank you so much ... "
"You're welcome, baby ... "
Field sniffled. Swallowed. "Darling ... "
"Mm?"
"I love you," the mouse said tenderly. "There's ... nowhere in the world, no place ... that I would rather be," he whispered, "than here. Where you are."
A warm, firm hug from the lion. "I love you, too, baby." A squeeze. "And I'm here. I'm here," he whispered.
Field felt a flush of happiness. Of safety. Of belonging. Of everything. He felt ... flushed.
They were quiet for a minute. Just holding and standing. Swaying. Breathing.
"We better take a shower," Field finally whispered. Still hugging, still clinging.
"Don't you want to finish the caramel?"
A pause.
"There's still half a tub."
Field giggled, eyes darting ... and settling on the eyes of his mate. Beaming. "That would be ... sweet."