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Anxiously, Noah sat in the hotel room, waiting on the bed as he had been instructed. Trying to control his breathing, the fluffy calico cat checked his phone for the time and saw the ad still opened. This was his very first time trying anything like this, but he was desperate to lose his virginity. Most people Noah knew lost it in high school, and yet there he was, a 20 year old college student, and still with a completely barren and non-existent bedroom life. So, feeling pressured to change that, he had replied to an online ad and signed up for….. “Services" from an “escort"..... He hired a hooker. When the ad asked him what gender he preferred, Noah had selected male. Adjusting his round, glossy glasses, Noah was beginning to have second thoughts and seriously considered bailing, perhaps fleeing out of a window. Before he could fully commit to the decision, however, the bedroom door knob turned and the door creaked open and his heart dropped at what he saw.

The features were difficult to make out as the figure appeared as a silhouette from the light behind them. At first, Noah had thought he was looking at a woman, judging by the body shape with the thin waist and curvy, feminine hips but heard a very soft, feminine and high pitched yet simultaneously very clearly male voice call out to him.

“Hey, sweetheart…. Is this the right room?"

Noah could then make out more features like the sultry, seductive eyes that were coated with black eye liner. What really made Noah have a near heart attack was what the voluptuous figure was wearing; Almost nothing, save for a thin black pair of satin panties, long black cotton thigh highs that reached all the way up, just below the panties but still with enough of a gap to show off a healthy portion of thigh, and black cotton arm warmers that reached almost to their shoulders. These being the only things just barely covering their body, and even they were thin and tight enough to leave very little to the imagination. Then, the figure walked into the room, their hips and thunder thighs swaying as they moved with a certain alluring grace in a way that activated just about every neuron in Noah's brain.

The figure could be seen much clearer now, and Noah identified him as short, skinny orange tabby cat with fluff in all the right places; particularly his cheeks, chest, navel, sides, and thighs.

Noah couldn't even gather himself enough to answer the sensual figures previous question, causing the escort to raise an eyebrow. He then pulled out his phone (where he could have possibly been keeping it considering his…. Lack of a apparel and pockets, Noah didn't know…. Though, he could take a few guesses) and checked something on it.

“Let's see…. You're Noah, right, cutie?" He asked, not looking up from his phone but pointing right at Noah.

The sexy figure just said Noah's name, putting him on the verge of passing out. Maybe it wasn't too late to jump out the window and run away.

“What's the matter, dear? Speechless? That happens a lot…" The orange cat teased with a sly smirk. “Just nod or shake your head, then…. Are you Noah?" He asked once again. Noah slowly and hesitantly nodded his head, his heart just about ready to leap out of his chest. The orange cats smile widened and they chuckled somewhat amused but also somewhat sinisterly. “Perfect…. So, you like what you see, big boy?~" The sultry cat shifted into a seductive pose, flaunting his body. Then, he turned around, Noah realizing just how well endowed the escort was in their butt. It was big and bouncy, and looked so soft and fluffy. The orange cat then bent over, giving him as clear of a view as possible while still keeping the panties on. With this, Noah's jeans suddenly began to feel tighter and he felt a heat rising in his chest as he began sweating.

Then, he heard the orange cat begin to laugh as they stood back up and turned to face Noah once again.

“Oh my God, look at you…. You look like a fucking tomato. Guys like you are soooo cute when you're riled up…. Really fun to tease. What are you so nervous about, anyways? You're getting what you paid for." The escort questioned.

“Uhh– well, I just…. I…" Noah stammered, finally able to speak but incapable of finding words. The escort simply giggled at this and leaned forward, bending down, putting him at eye level with Noah who was sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“I love it when they stammer, it's so cute…. I totally would have kissed you, but I can't touch you until you give the OK for us to begin. I'm Quinn, by the way." The escort explained.

“Oh, I see…. Well…" Noah thought for a moment. It wasn't too late to back out, and he wasn't sure if he could take any more of this. As stunningly hot and beautiful as his escort was, making Noah feel things nobody else ever has, it felt like too much too quick. Meanwhile, Quinn checked his phone again.

“Hm…. You never really specified your preferences. You're supposed to establish in the app what you actually want from me. Y'know, your likes, dislikes, what's on the table, what's not. It's important to know and confirm what you consent to and what you don't consent to, y'know? Consent is, like, the #1 thing above everything else with us. You have to give consent and so do us escorts, we don't do anything to you that you don't want us to do, and you can't do anything to us that we don't want you to do. Nobody is pressured or coerced into anything, you are here and purchasing our services of your own volition and free will because you WANT our services, and we do do this job and take clients or our own volition and free will because we WANT to work here and actively enjoy it. There's no rape, coercion, grooming or trafficking going on whatsoever. So, for my comfort and safety as well as yours, we both have to come in with a list of do's and don't's. You get it?" Quinn explained, making sure that Noah was fully aware of how this works.

“O-oh, yeah, I understand that. I-i'm really sorry…" Noah apologized. He hadn't filled in the consent sheet because he simply had no idea what he wanted, having never done anything even remotely like this before.

“Don't worry about it, it's no problem. Really, it's not. We can just find out right here and now. So, go ahead…." Quinn gave a sultry look and smirk, biting his lower lip, leaning even closer towards Noah, but still keeping enough distance to respect his personal space. “.... Tell me exactly what you want, honey. ~"

“Ok…. Uhm…. I guess…. We can… You could…" Noah's face was getting red thinking about what he could do or have done to him. Seeing Noah's flustered state, Quinn began to pitch suggestions.

“Do you want it gentle and loving? Where I hold you and tell you that I love you? Or do you want it wild and rough? You want me to rock your world while I bite you and scratch you all over? Do you want me to dominate you or submit to you? Maybe you have a dark, perverted fantasy you want me to indulge you on…. I bet it's something real vile and nasty, you dirty boy…. Maybe you want to tie me up and do disgusting degenerate shit to me… maybe you want to do a little roleplay…. Maybe you just have a really niche fetish….. or maybe you just want a kiss, lover boy? So, what's it gonna be? I can't wait, this is gonna be so much fun…. I'm all yours for about an hour. Any longer than that, you have to pay extra. Or, you could pay for the full package deal where we spend the night together…. What about that, big boy? You wanna sleep in MY bed, tonight?~" Quinn got very close and now had a leg on the bed, but still wasn't quite touching Noah, rather close enough to be sensually whispering in Noah's ear, as Noah's face became hotter and his pants got even tighter as he felt his crotch straining against the fabric, unable to handle anymore teasing.

“I, uhh…. Well, I s-should tell you…. Uhm…" Noah struggled to bring himself to admit it.

“Hmm? What is it, baby? Got something really sick you wanna do, you little pervert? I like it; don't even tell me, surprise me!~" Quinn urged Noah.

“Actually, t-this is…. My first…. Time…." Noah forced himself to choke out, utterly mortified to confess. Quinn went silent for a second that felt like years, their sultry gaze fading away, and simply turning surprised. Standing up straight, slightly backing up from Noah, Quinn simply looked the calico up and down before cracking a smirk and letting out a laugh. Shrinking where he sat, Noah was brought to the verge of tears from the utter humiliation.

“I-i…. Don't…. P-please stop laughing-" Noah pleaded, his voice breaking up. One of the hottest people he'd every seen now thinks he's a loser…. But, Quinn's laughter dies down.

“Oh, everything makes so much more sense now…. Why didn't you tell me from the start? It's nothing to be ashamed about, you don't have to cry or anything, darling." Quinn expressed.

“I-i'm not crying!" Noah shakily snapped.

“Right, sorry, my apologies…." Quinn replied with a wink before his humor faded away entirely and he now spoke with sincerity. “Honey…. That's ok! Everybody has a first time and not everybody has it at the exact same point in their lives. There's not some deadline or expiration date. Anyways, I suppose I should have figured as much. So, you wanted me to pop your cherry, huh?" Quinn asked. Noah felt far more relaxed now and relieved, surprised to see this seductive and domineering figure switch to soft and comforting so quickly and naturally. No longer did Quinn tease or prod, but instead sat down on the bed next to Noah, now down on his level, and gave him a warm look and allowed him to take his time to answer. Slowly, Noah nodded and Quinn smirked.

“Alright, sweetheart. Y'know, I actually really like virgins, they're so cute to watch blush and squirm. You don't even have to do much to get them excited, plus I also just love helping people feel less lonely and maybe give them some confidence. It's a big reason I took this job and enjoy it so much. We all just need to be shown a little bit of love every once in a while, and my job is to provide that." Quinn explained before reaching a hand out, “Can I touch you here?" He asked. Noah nodded and felt a soft, delicate hand rest on his leg, caressing it in more of a comforting and affectionate way than a lustful way. Quinn's touch made Noah almost melt on the spot. “So…. I think it might be good if I took the lead. At least for now. Is that ok?" Quinn suggested, and Noah absently agreed, absorbed by the feeling of Quinn's gentle touch. “Hey." Quinn took his and off Noah's leg, much to his disappointment, and snapped his fingers, getting Noah's attention. “Sorry, I noticed you were distracted and I need you to actually know what you're agreeing and consenting to before I do anything. If you just mindlessly nod your head to everything, something you don't want could happen. Now, I asked you; Do you want me to take the lead?" Quinn inquired.

“Uhh– Y-yeah! Sorry…" Noah replied.

“Alright, good boy.~" Quinn said, their piercing, carnal gaze returning. “Now, before we start, we do need ground rules. Is there anything you DON'T want me to do?" Quinn asked, turning around entirely towards Noah and now kneeling on the bed.

“Oh, well…. I guess don't, like…. Hurt me or anything?" Noah nervously requested.

“Not a masochist? Alright then. Anything else?" Quinn pushed.

“Hmm…. Well, I guess don't put anything up my…. Uhm…" Noah struggled to say the words.

“Don't put anything in your butt?" Quinn asked.

“Y-yeah…." Noah said, looking away and adjusting his glasses.

“Alright then. You'd make such a cute bottom, though….. Personally, I'm flexible. People think I'm a bottom just because I'm girly. I mean, of course with thighs and ass like mine, how could I NOT occasionally bottom, by I don't like limiting myself to just that. I love to fuck cute little holes as well. You might call me a switch." Quinn replied.

“Oh…. Yeah…. I've been curious about, uh… being on the bottom but I'm really nervous. I don't think I'm ready for it…." Noah explained.

“That's alright. There's no pressure at all, you don't have to rush into anything if you're not comfortable. Maybe if we ever book another session, we could try it and see if you like it or not." Quinn said, his proposal not even being made with a sensual or seductive tone, but rather more like a genuine and gentle suggestion. This did wonders for putting Noah's nerves at ease as Quinn proceeded. “Anyways, is that all?" Quinn asked.

“Well, that's all I can think of for now…. I don't know what else." Noah replied.

“That's ok. I'm going to be informing you of everything I'm going to do before I do it and give you the chance to say yes or no, so if something comes up that you don't like or want, you can stop the session immediately. Anyways, now we should discuss MY boundaries." Quinn explained. Noah nodded and listened, intently. “I don't do scat or watersports, period, if I'm blowing you, don't push or force my head (I'm serious, I'll bite.), and don't touch my neck at all. That just about covers it." Quinn lists.

“That's it?"

“That's it."

“Alright…. Uhm…. I guess we….. can start now?" Noah asked.

“Yep! Just one more thing: I always ask clients if it's alright for me to film our session for my onlyfans. I could blur your face or keep it out of frame if you want." Quinn requested.

“Oh, uh…. No thank you, please…." Noah answered.

“Yeah, I figured. No problem." Quinn said, switching his phone camera off and putting his phone down in the nightstand. “Now…. Why don't we start small…. Foreplay makes all the difference. Can I kiss you?" Quinn asked.

“I, uhh…. Oh God…. I've never…." Noah stammered.

“Aww, am I gonna be your first kiss? How sweet….. Don't worry, I won't bite… unless that's what you want?" Quinn teased, much to Noah's embarrassment. “But, seriously, don't worry. As said before, I'll take the lead and you can just follow along. But, even though I'm setting the pace, you can stop everything at any time. You can always say no, or tell me to stop, and I can also say no and tell you to stop. This is a completely safe space where you can be vulnerable. Nobody is going to touch you anywhere or in any way that you don't want…. You're in good hands, hon~. Now, pucker up… I'll guide you through this." Quinn elaborated, leaning in. “I'm gonna touch you now. Is that ok?" He whispered. Noah nervously nodded and then felt one of Quinn's supple hands caress Noah's shoulder and then the other one cup his face, wrapping over his cheek and before he knew it, Quinn's lips were locked with his, making Noah almost lose consciousness of the spot. He felt himself melt into Quinn, his stomach and chest having a feeling of warmth was over as his hands hesitantly neared Quinns exposed fur. Hearing Quinn lightly giggle, muffled by the kiss, Noah felt his escorts hand leave his shoulder and move to grasp his hand, squeezing and caressing it before gently guiding his hand to Quinn's waist. The fur was soft to the touch, extremely well maintained, as Noah traced his hand over Quinn's side, getting a good hearty feel. Meanwhile, Quinn's free hand then rested on Noah's chest, gently rubbing over it before slowly but gradually getting lower until reaching Noah's belly, his cotton shirt acting as the only barrier preventing direct fur contact. Noah state of pure bliss was shattered when Quinn pulled his lips away from Noah's and gave him a smile.

“Does my good Kitty like belly rubs?~" Quinn asked as his hands traced over Noah's midriff. His touch was otherworldly to Noah, making him discover so many new sensations and emotions he had never conceived before. Then, Quinn leaned in and planted more soft kisses on Noah's face before moving down to his neck. While Quinn had directly expressed that he doesn't like his neck to be touched, he clearly didn't mind showing some love to other peoples necks. The neck kisses sent Noah over the moon, his crotch growing hotter and not wanting to keep contained in his pants much longer.

“You like that?~" Quinn asked. Too out of it to find words, Noah simply nodded. He and Quinn continued to make out for about 5 minutes, Noah feeling perfectly content to simply spend his entire hour doing this as his hands wandered down and he copped a feel, getting a good squeeze of those soft and squishy thighs, but eventually Quinn pulled back.

“Are you ready for the next step?" Quinn asked.

“Y-yeah…." Noah replied.

“Alright. I'm going to take your shirt off now, ok? Just your shirt for now. Can I do that?" Quinn requested.

Noah hesitated as his heart rate rose again. Trying to stammer out an answer, he couldn't decide if he was ok with that yet.

“Uhhh…. I, uh… I don't…"

“No pressure at all. Take your time." Quinn encouraged.

The lack of pressure allowed Noah to get his breathing in order and eventually work up the courage to nod his head.

“Lift your arms, baby." Quinn instructed and Noah obeyed as he felt his shirt being lifted off his body, exposing his white, spotted fur to the air. Noah tried desperately to take deep breaths, his bodies exposure sending him into a small panic as all his bodily shame and insecurities surfaced. Noticing Noah's distress, as Noah covered his body with his arms, Quinn backed off a little bit.

“Are you ok? Do need a minute? Do you want to stop?" Quinn asked with a caring, concerned tone. Something about Quinn's voice helped ground Noah.

“N-no… I'm ok, I just…. Need a moment." Noah managed to articulate.

“Really, we can stop at any time, this doesn't have to go any further if it's going to cause you any distress or discomfort." Quinn reassured.

“I can handle this, I promise… I'm just… I…. I don't like my body…." Noah tearfully admitted and Quinn's gaze softened. No smirk or sultry sarcasm, he simply looked like he genuinely felt for Noah.

“Hey, you don't have anything to be ashamed of…. You're body is beautiful." Quinn promised. “I mean it, I'm not just saying that. Your white fur is so pretty, and your slender build is exactly my type…. Would you please grant me the privilege of looking at you?" He further encouraged.

“R-really?" Noah asked, once again put at ease as his arms gradually went down, showing more of his torso.

“Mhm. What a good boy…. Lay down for me." Quinn further instructed. Obeying, Noah took deep breaths and layed down on the bed on his back, exposing his shirtless body completely while Quinn sat over him. Then, Noah felt a very nice and pleasant sensation as Quinn began kissing his body and praising him.

“You really shouldn't be ashamed of such a work of art…." Quinn claimed before planting a peck on Noah's abdomen, causing him to lightly squirm. The feel of Quinn's lips tickled and sent jolts throughout Noah's entire body as his breathing grew heavier. Working his way up and down the body, peppering it with kisses all over while Noah made light, suppressed moans and shifted his body throughout, Quinn eventually works his way all the way down. As soon as Noah felt Quinn undoing his pants, he jolted up, panicked, and grabbed Quinn's wrist as he was pulling the pants down, stopping him.

“NO!!" Noah exclaimed, desperately. Right away, Quinn got off and put his hands up.

“You got it. I'm off." He told Noah, calmly and reassuringly. Settling down after a moment, Noah scooted back on the bed and hugged his legs after pulling his half-down jeans back up.

“I-i'm sorry…. I ruined it, I'm sorry…." Noah apologized.

“No, no, shush…… I'm the one who's sorry, I should have given a warning. I was stupid for just rushing into the next step." Quinn reassured Noah, but made sure not to touch him while he was in this state, opting to give him space.

“I just…. Uhh…. I've never been naked in front of anybody before. Not even my doctor. I thought I could handle it, I fantasized about it, but as soon as it was actually happening, it was different. I…. I can't undress in front of anybody. Well, I just went shirtless in front of you, but you know what I mean…." Noah explained himself and Quinn listened, intently, allowing him to speak and make his feelings and concerns feel heard. Nodding and taking in everything and occasionally giving Noah encouragement to get it all off his chest as he opened up about his modesty and body image issues as well as his desire to feel like his body is his own and he's in control of it, and not just handing it off to somebody else to leer at like a specimen or slab of meat that they can do whatever they want with. Once he was done, and feeling much lighter, Quinn put a gentle hand on Noah's shoulder.

“It's ok…. Remember, you're in complete control here in this room. It's a private, safe space and I'm just here to make you feel safe and comfortable and give you some pleasure if you allow me. Lots of people get cold feet or second thoughts with this kind of stuff and it's all right. Thinking about this stuff or viewing it online is a lot different than actually being there and in the moment, and it tends to only really sink in when it's really happening. There's nothing wrong with backing out, consent can change and be revoked at any time. We've still got plenty of time, so do you want to try this again or do something else for the rest of the hour? We could just talk, or cuddle, or watch a movie or play a game. We don't HAVE to have sex or anything. I've had some clients here and there who've just wanted to talk, or cuddle. They just wanted somebody to spend time with. I'm yours for an hour, you can use it however you'd like." Quinn informed Noah.

“Thank you…. Thank you for being so patient and kind to me…" Noah choked out as he hugged Quinn.

“Hey, don't mention it. It's really nothing. So, what now? You think you might be ready to try the next step again or do you want to call it off?" Quinn inquired.

“Uhm… I don't think anybody has ever treated me the way you have. I really want to do this with you, and you make me feel good about myself and my body. I want to try again." Noah expressed.

“That's lovely, darling. I was thinking…. Do you think it would make you feel better if maybe I got naked first?" Quinn proposed.

“Really? Y-you're just… Cool with that?" Noah questioned, taken off guard about Quinn being so casual about nudity. He spoke like he didn't think anything of it. Quinn just laughed in response.

“Believe me, I wouldn't be working this job if I wasn't." Quinn said, prompting Noah to remember that Quinn was still a sex worker at the end of the day and his whole gig was using his alluring body and sharing it with people. So, Noah simply nodded and braces himself as Quinn stood up from the bed and walked over to the center of the room in front of Noah.

“Let's see…. It's so hot in here, I'm just dying, being contained in these pesky clothes. Well, I suppose I could just take them off….. I think I'll start with these.~" Quinn made a point of slowly peeling off each of his arm warmers one at a time, until his slender arms were exposed. It was just his arms, it shouldn't be any big deal by any means, but seeing even more than what was already showing really started to get Noah going, unable to look away from the display. “Ah, so much better~" Quinn put his hands on his plump hips. “But I think my legs need to breathe too, don't ya think?" Quinn asked Noah, who enthusiastically nodded his head. Then, Quinn began to work one of his stockings down his leg, the exposure of such an area flaring up neurons that Noah didn't even know he still had. Then, before he knew it, the other stocking was off as well, leaving Quinn's plump, fluffy, and (In Noah's opinion) perfectly sculpted legs on full display, flawlessly feminine. In fact, if somebody were to just see the legs and nothing else, they would certainly think they were looking at a woman. A model, even.

“Oops, I guess there's just one more piece of fabric prison, trapping my body.~" Quinn proceeded to tease, putting his thumbs under the sides of his satin panties and playfully tugging at them as Noah leaned forward with starving eyes. Quinn would pulled his undies down a little bit, exposing his entire navel but stopping just short of showing the goods and then he'd pull them back up, shattering Noah's hopes while he giggled sadistic amusement. After repeating this a couple more times and watching Noah's face light up with anticipation before dropping with disappointment, his desperation rising each time, Quinn finally decided to stop being a tease and give him what he wanted. Turning around, giving Noah a clear as day view of the round outline of his vast, supple behind, Quinn gripped his panties and slid them down, bending over as he did, giving Noah the best eyefull that he could. The patch off fur on his butts surface was unfathomably soft and poofy, complimenting the size and curvature, and the adorable, swollen orbs that dangled beneath. Noah found himself drooling as he could spot a fleeting glimpse of a tight hole, just barely visible behind Quinns glutes, before it was hidden completely again as Quinn stood up, stepping out of his panties and twirling them around his index finger for moment before tossing them away. As Quinn turned around, Noah's heart sank when he saw 9 inches, flaccid, swaying with his movement, before hanging in the open air. Never having expected somebody so small and feminine to be so…. Well endowed, as that was the only term Noah could bring himself to use. Spotting Noah's nervous look as he stared at the member, Quinn smirked and chuckled.

“Don't worry, I'm not gonna be using it on you tonight." Quinn playfully reaffirmed. Still, Noah found himself unable to peel his eyes away from it. Then, Quinn began approaching, making Noah's heart skip a beat. As Noah admired Quinn, who stood completely bare without a care in the world, in all of his naked glory, he couldn't wrap his head about how Quinn could be so casual and open about his body. Not that it was a body to be ashamed of, whatsoever, but Quinn's lack of hesitation or embarrassment was fairly inspiring as Noah wished he could have that confidence and comfort. Still, it was certainly an icebreaker, and usually nudity was supposed to be very awkward and uncomfortable, but this somehow made ever in the room more relaxed and greatly reduced the awkwardness or anxiety that Noah felt about undressing, himself. He supposed that he felt less alone about it now with the lack of shame or embarrassment being established by Quinn. It really was just a body– A beautiful body, but just a body, nonetheless, nothing shameful or dirty, but rather treated the same as an arm or a leg.

“Y-you're…. Uhm…. You're really pretty…" Noah stammered out. Smiling, Quinn bent down to Noah's eye level, getting close and putting a hand on Noah's cheek before giving him a kiss. Quinn found himself incredibly charmed by Noah's innocent sweetness and genuine honesty, all too used to people giving him all these “compliments" that were dirty and vulgar, always referring to his intimate parts in an objectifying, lustful manner. Not that Quinn really minded any of it, but after being called almost nothing but “hot", or “sexy" for a while, the comments like “pretty", “beautiful", “cute" and “sweet" really hit differently. After breaking the kiss, Quinn made eye contact with Noah.

“Thank you. You're pretty too, Sugar." Quinn said with almost a whisper. “So…. Now I've shown you mine, would it be alright if you showed me yours?~" Quinn asked. Noah nodded and Quinn gripped his pants and began to tug on them, but Noah gently put a hand over Quinns.

“W-wait…. Let me do it…. Please?" Noah requested. Nodding, Quinn backed off as Noah stood up off of the bed and grabbed the side of his jeans and underwear.

“Take your time." Quinn encouraged.

Noah took a moment and a deep breath as he readied himself as Quinn simply waited, patiently, with an encouraging smile. Then, Noah dropped his pants and boxers, stepping out of them and closing his eyes tightly as he stood bare, hiding nothing. He had so many anxieties racing through his mind, like the size of his member, his weight, his ruffled fur…. But it all melted away in a moment when Quinn wrapped his arms around him. Opening his eyes, he looked at Quinn's face before Quinn planted another kiss on him.

“You're beautiful." Quinn reassured. Noah smiled as Quinn made all of his worries feel non-existent. “Now, I don't have any lube on me right now, but I'm…. Experienced, and I also know other ways of prepping. Sit down." Quinn said, playfully shoving Noah back onto the bed, sitting on it's edge. As Noah stammered, incoherently, Quinn sat down next to him and reached down. Jolting at Quinn's touch, the feeling was followed by a melting pleasure as Quinn got to work using his hands. As Quinn gently laid Noah back, one hand caressed him while the other hand reached down and pleasured him. Noah became lost in the sensations as he forgot everything and Quinn's touch became his entire reality while he whined and let moans escape his vocal cords.

“Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy??~" Quinn praised as he continued to pump his hand up and down. Noah huffed and puffed, heavily, his chest rising and falling as he cursed under his breath and tightly bit his lip. Continuing for about another minute, Noah felt a rush of heat rising inside of him, ready to burst. However, just as he was so close to being granted the relief he was desperate for, Quinn stopped and withdrew his touch. Still in a delirious state, Noah was still recuperating as he raised his head.

“Huh? H-hey, why'd you stop…?" He asked in a sad, disappointed tone.

“We're about to do something even better. Sit up." Quinn instructed. Once Noah was able to think again, he did as he was told while Quinn got off the bed and got down on his knees, now on eye level with Noah's crotch, licking his lips.

“So, uhh… what now??" Noah asked.

“I'm gonna suck your dick now, ok?" Quinn replied, waiting for permission.

“Oh! Yeah, that's ok." Noah said, nodding.

“Alright. I said this at the beginning, but DON'T push my head or force me. Got it?" Quinn stated, firmly with full seriousness in his voice.

“Uh– yeah, of course!" Noah nervously nodded. Quinn's gaze softening, followed by a small smile, he nodded and took Noah into his mouth as a wave of ecstasy washed over him. Thankfully Noah was sitting, because his legs quickly became weak as his hands tightly gripped the bedsheets. Quinns head bobbed up and down and made muffled moans and occasional light slurping noises as his mouth, tongue, and throat took Noah into another dimension and he found himself seeing stars from the wet warmth he was feeling in his loins. Quinn's hands were placed on the inside of Noah's thighs, spreading his legs as he worked his magic. Noah's hand began wandering and it approached the top of Quinn's head, who let out a small, muffled growl as he shot Noah a look, who pulled his hand back, Quinn's comment about biting replaying in his head.

“I-I just wanted to touch you…. Is that ok?" Noah explained. Realizing Noah's intentions, Quinn's gaze softened and he gave a small nod before getting back to work as Noah began to affectionately stroke and caress Quinn's head and face, moaning in ecstasy all the while, making Quinn giggle at his noises.

Shortly, Noah felt the heat once more and, without any restraint, climaxed into Quinn's mouth who pulled back, startled by the sudden eruption, his mouth full with seed as more streams squirted in his face and chest before he spat out the seed in his mouth, coughing as Noah panickedly stammered out apologies.

“Ugh!" Quinn grunted in frustration as he wiped white, creamy fluids from his eye. “Damn it…. You got it all in my fur…" Quinn vented as he stood up, looking himself over.

“I-i'm so sorry! I didn't mean it, I was just…. I couldn't hold it in anymore…" Noah desperately explained, ashamed at his premature reaction.

“Why didn't you give a heads up?? You should have warned me, I would have stopped or slowed down….." Quinn questioned, his brow furrowed as he stood in front of Noah, naked, upset, and covered in his seed.

“I'm really sorry…." Noah sheepishly apologized, his voice trembling. Seeing this, Quinn took a deep breath and his gaze softened.

“Whatever….. Just say something next time." Quinn instructed. “Now, just give me a minute, I need to wash up…." Quinn lamented, still trying to get all the seed out of his fur. “I put a lot of work into making my fur look clean and pretty…." He commented under his breath as he walked into the bathroom and Noah heard the shower begin to run, leaving him to sit with his thoughts.

Noah reflected with regret as his mind raced with how he fucked up and about what Quinn probably thought of him now after what happened. The idea of Quinn, one of the sweetest and most beautiful people he'd ever met, being upset with him made Noah's stomach turn. Meanwhile, steam began pouring out of the bathroom, as the door was wide open, giving Noah a clear as day view of Quinn in the shower, who didn't even have the glass frame closed, leaving nothing except some steam somewhat obscuring his body as he washed. His back was to Noah as he scrubbed, giving him another peek at his plump rear, the water running down and dripping off of the soft cushions of his backside. Even after having just finished, Noah found himself immediately at full mast again upon this sight. As he continued observing the nude and dripping feline, he began to notice the very thorough and particular way that Quinn washed his fur, carefully picking out specific soaps and conditioners from the selection provided in the bathroom, going as far as to take the time to read the specific ingredients used in each of them before making his choice. Then, he left absolutely no stone unturned as he scrubbed away at very spot and crevice. Finally, Quinn stepped out and used a hairdryer over his fur, followed by a careful brushing. Then, Quinn stepped out, looking brand new with his fur back to it's perfect state. The towel was around his shoulders as he didn't bother to wrap it around his waist, leaving all his exposed. He also looked to be in a significantly better mood as he looked over at Noah and smirked.

“I know you were spying on me in there the whole time, you pervert…~" Quinn teased as Noah's cheeks flared. “I was waiting for you to gather the courage to actually join me, y'know. Maybe next time. ~" Quinn commented before going to sit down with Noah.

“H-hey, I uhh…" Noah started but didn't even know how to begin.

“Don't worry about it. I know you've never done this before, it was your first blowjob and all that, of course you wouldn't last long. If anything, I think it's a compliment.~" Quinn giggled as Noah turned away. “Sorry snapping at you. Don't get me wrong, you're not faultless, you really should have warned me if you felt yourself about to finish. But, I also know that I'm very experienced and skilled with this sort of thing and a lot of guys finish quick with me, I shouldn't have gone in with such reckless abandon and I shouldn't have made you feel bad. We'll just have to train that endurance if we do this again.~ I don't think of you any differently." Quinn comforted Noah, holding his hand as he planted a kiss on his cheek. “Do You think you can keep going? Or do you want to end here? We haven't gotten to the “main event" yet.~" Quinn got closer to Noah.

“W-well, I still have a lot of energy…. Seeing you in the shower got me ready for another round.~" Noah answered, parting his legs and showing off his stiffness.

“Well, since when do YOU flirt?" Quinn joked as he climbed over Noah's lap and began to straddle him.

“Picked it up from the biggest tease I know…~" Noah replied without any stutters or hesitation, replaced with stable breath and a relaxed expression as he was finally fully comfortable. As long as Noah was with Quinn, he was sure that he was in good hands. After some hugging and kissing, Quinn whispered in Noah's ear as he guided his hand downwards.

“I know you've been staring right at this any time you got the chance…. Don't be shy, go ahead get yourself a handful.~" Quinn encouraged, giving Quinn the go ahead to grope his fluffy posterior. That was all the encouragement Noah needed as he proceeded as he tightly gripped and squeezed both cheeks with his hands as Quinn began to passionately make out with him. Quinn's rear was so hypnotically soft and squishy, allowing Noah dig in deep as his fingers almost disappear, embedded into the glutes, like he was gripping pillows.

Eventually, Quinn placed both his hands onto Noah's chest as he broke their kiss and began to gently push, getting him to lay down on the bed, resting Noah's head on the pillow.

“You comfy?" Quinn asked and Noah nodded. “Are you ready to go all the way now?" Noah nodded again. “You sure?" Quinn inquired.

“I'm ready…." Noah promised.

“Alright then…. Don't worry about hurting me, I've done this so many times. I sucked you off earlier, hoping to add some form of lubricant but I think the spits dried now…" Quinn explained. Thankfully, from all the foreplay, Noah was leaking with precum which Quinn spread around his length with just a few strokes, making for an adequate source of lubrication. Slowly, Quinn sat down, guiding Noah into his entrance as he took a deep breath, his tip kissing Quinn's opening. After a moment, Quinn lowered himself and gradually took Noah inside of him, letting out a small, subtle groan while Noah released a long, shaky whimper upon entry, the warmth overwhelming him.

“You ok?" Quinn checked in and Noah nodded yet again. After taking a brief moment to rest, Quinn continued. “Ok…. I'm gonna start moving now, ok?"

“Alright…" Noah agreed.

Quinn began to lift himself before slowly lowering himself once more, filling himself. He repeated this motion, tightening himself around Noah's member while Noah panted like a dog, his hands clamping Quinn's thighs in a death grip as he bit his lip and made adorably desperate attempts to mask his moans and whimpers. Quinn's warm, welcoming insides hugged and stroked Noah's cock, making it feel right at home. Eventually, Quinn began to pick up the pace slightly and was riding Noah in earnest, bouncing up and down in a firm yet still gentle and steady manner, his ass clapping against Noah's pelvis. Quinn found himself pleased and stimulated by Noah, but he was used to bigger and more experienced. Still, he played up and exaggerated his pleasure, making audible moans and praising Noah, giving him the encouragement and confidence he needed. Eventually beginning to thrust upwards, Noah had no sense of pace or tact as he acted in pure carnal instinct, grinding animalistically in a way that didn't impress Quinn much. Gently, Quinn placed a hand on Noah's face, snapping him out of it and getting his attention, smiling and giggling.

“Hehe…. Uh, why don't you just lay back and leave all the work to me, sweetie? Just be a good boy and enjoy." Quinn suggested and Noah, embarrassed, obeyed.

Cursing under his breath between his whimpers, Noah looked up and made eye contact with Quinn, embarrassed to be seen this desperately enthralled, until he eventually began begging for more, pleading with Quinn not to stop and Quinn was more than happy to oblige as while one of Noah's hands remained clinging onto Quinn's thighs for dear life, the other one explored Quinn's body, running through his perfect fur and giving Quinn's belly, chest, and side a good rub. Eventually, Quinn took Noah's hand and began to hold and caress it before pinning it down to the bed, next to Noah'a head before slowing down his pace to something more gentle and sensual, and running his card over Noahs other hand that was squeezing his thigh, getting him to loosen his grip and eventually let go, allowing Quinn to pin that hand as well, next to the other side of Quinn's head, leaving their faces mere inches apart from each other, Noah feeling Quinn's heavy breath on his face as they got lost in each other's eyes while Quinn continued to ride, but now slower, giving Noah a break and room to breathe. Neither of them exchanged words anymore, they simply locked both their fingers and lips, and melted together with intimate passion. Noah lost complete track of time, as all that existed to him in that particular moment was Quinn and his pleasure. After an unknown amount of time to Noah, he felt a familiar heat in his loins as he reluctantly broke the kiss with Quinn.

“Uhh, Quinn?" Noah asked in a hushed voice.

“What is it, sugar?" Quinn replied, just as quietly.

“I-I think…. I'm gonna…. Uhh…" Noah found himself too embarrassed to say it, as he'd never actually referred to that particular bodily function out loud with his own words before. Quinn giggled.

“Yes?? You're gonna what?" Quinn encouragingly prompted, already knowing exactly what Noah was trying to tell him, but wanting to make him say it.

“I…. F-fuck…. I'm gonna cum…" Noah managed to sheepishly choke out, going red.

“Go right ahead, baby….~" Quinn encouraged, giving him the permission he needed to finish.

With that, Noah felt a wave pleasure and release wash over him, his legs becoming weak and numb as his brain melted and he became a load, moaning mess, almost screaming as he released, pumping 10cc of white hot liquid love inside of Quinn, filling him completely. With that, Noah fell limp for a moment, laying back and catching his breath while Quinn sat on him, chuckling. Then, Quinn leaned in and planted a kiss on Noah's cheek before climbing off of him and laying down right beside him, feeling himself leaking. It was a feeling Quinn was well familiar with and while a lot of other people he knew didn't like the sensation, Quinn, personally, quite enjoyed it. Though, his member still stood stiff, not having reached climax himself, which Quinn was ok with. He often didn't finish, himself, during these sessions with clients and was used to it as the goal was normally the clients pleasure and satisfaction before his own, and Quinn had come to accept that as part of the job.

“So, cutie…. How was it?" Quinn asked, turning over and wrapping his arms around Noah.

“h-huh…?" Noah noised, still dazed and recovering as the ruffled, messy white fur his chest rose and fell, his eyes lazily drifting to Quinn.

“How was your first time?" Quinn repeated.

“It… It was….. God, it was heaven…." Noah panted.

“I get that a lot….~" Quinn replied, smirking and holding Noah closer, caressing him.

“Hey, did you, uh…. Finish?" Noah asked, noticing Quinn's mast.

“Nah, but don't worry about it. This was all about YOU." Quinn assured Noah. However, Noah turned to Quinn and reached down, beginning to stroke Quinn's length.

“Sorry about that…. Here, just let me–" Noah started.

“N-no, really, it's fine. You don't have to–" Quinn protested, pleasure filling him as his breath became shaky.

“Please, just… let me help." Noah requested as his strokes and pumps became more vigorous and Quinn fell silent. Noah wasn't very good at what he was doing, seeming to touch Quinn the same way Noah probably touched himself, with fervor and recklessness, but it did the job and Quinn reached climax, erupting with seed, over several ropes landing on Noah's hips and legs as Quinn cursed and groaned. After decompressing for a moment, Quinn's breath died down.

“Uhh… Thank you…" Quinn expressed, awkwardly.

“It was the least I could do… You deserve to finish too. I… I want to make you feel good too…" Noah answered. Quinn, at first, didn't know what to say. Those were words he didn't really hear often, from his lustful and self absorbed clients. After all, the usual purpose of a prostitute is to pleasure the client. Then, Quinn smiled.

“You're really sweet…." Quinn told Noah, cuddling up close to him, holding Noah in his arms, Noah's face pressing into Quinn's warm, welcoming chest tuft.

Looking at the time on a clock on the wall, Noah realized that the session had lasted for significantly longer than an hour, but Quinn didn't say anything or charge him extra.

“You want me to stay with you for the night?~" Quinn asked.

“I-I don't think I brought enough money for that…." Noah said.

“Did I ask if you did?" Quinn retorted and Noah relaxed and allowing himself to melt into Quinn. For the rest of the night, Noah and Quinn simply laid naked in the bed together, taking comfort in each other's presence, and talked about various topics that came up. Noah found out that Quinn is actually involved in some of the same nerdy interests as him, as they talked about RPGs, indie rock bands (particularly of the emo variety), books, and anime (They politely disagreed on whether FullMetal Alchemist Brotherhood or 2003 was better). Eventually, the topic of Quinn's “career" came up.

“Oh, yeah, this job has been getting me through college for a while now. I take all sorts of clients of all different genders, identities, and walks of life. I've always loved boys but I get a lot of women as clients as well. I'm not really as into women as guys, but money is money. I don't mind it. They let us pick our own schedules and choose available clients as we please. This job gives you a lot of freedom, and you can take a day off whenever you want. All they ask is that they get a percentage of whatever we make from a client. They also provide housing if we need it, but most of us have our own places. We also have a deal with this specific hotel to host us when we're working, so it kinda doubles as a brothel. There's probably a lot of other escorts sucking and sucking and fucking in the other rooms as we speak. And don't worry, they have us get regularly tested for any STDs. Everybody is clean. Most prefer to make it a rule to use condoms, anyway. I would have with you, but as you said, you're a virgin…. Well, you WERE a virgin, hehe.~ So, I didn't think there was any harm. They should start keeping condoms and lube in these drawers, I think, instead of making us bring our own. Hard to fit them in lingerie." Quinn explained and ranted, to an intently listening Noah. “.... Y'know, they're always taking new escorts.~" Quinn teased a flustered Noah.

“Uhh, n-no thank you, I'm fine…. Not that there's anything wrong with sex work! I'm not, like, being offensive o-or shaming anybody! I just– uh…" Noah stammered, putting his hands up defensively as Quinn laughed.

“It's fine! I was teasing! You're so cute…." Quinn reassured. “But, yeah, it's understandable. There's a lot of stigma around sex work. Probably has to do with all the taboo around sex in general, yet our culture simultaneously has such a hyper obsession with it at the same time. It's really weird. But, yeah this job really makes dating and forming relationships pretty hard… not even romantic relationships, a lot of people don't want to associate themselves with a so-called 'whore' at all. Some people might pretend to respect you, out of politeness, but be uncomfortable around you or still secretly think of you as lesser and make a huge point about how they would never in a million years date a sex worker. Which, like, that's fine if it's your personal preference, but you don't need to be an asshole about it or act like NOBODY should want or date one. It honestly hurts sometimes…. But, I've made peace with it. Romance will always be difficult and never be a guarantee from me. I mean, it's that way for everyone, but it goes double for people like me. Still, I like this job and I can accept it if I'm single most of my life." Quinn vented, sitting up in the bed. “.... Sorry. That rant wasn't really called for. We can talk about something else." Quinn added, looking down at Noah who then sat up next to Quinn.

“I wouldn't mind it. I don't think you're 'dirty', 'used', or 'lesser'." Noah expressed, putting an arm around Quinn, who smiled.

“.... That's sweet, and I really do appreciate it. But you don't mean that. You're a really good hearted boy and you wouldn't deserve somebody like me. Besides, a lot of people would make fun of you if they found out you were dating a 'slut'." Quinn replied, touching Noah's arm.

“I wouldn't care what they said. It's none of their business. Besides, 'slut' is just a made up term to shame people who don't conform to the strict traditional view on sex, I think. They're probably jealous about how confident, open, and secure you are about your body…. I know I am." Noah said with a chuckle before hugging Quinn, who held back tears as he tightly hugged back.

They spent the rest of the night cuddling, falling asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, Quinn gently shook Noah awake and he was happy that the first thing he saw when he woke up was Quinn's smiling face.

“Good morning, sweetheart…~" Quinn whispered as Noah gradually sat up. “Last night was nice. Here…" Quinn handed Noah a tiny piece of paper with a number written on it. “If you ever want to book another session, you can just call me directly. Or, if you just want to get coffee some time. Maybe we could go somewhere together. Hell, if you play your cards right, you might not even have to pay next time.~" Quinn proposed, making Noah smile as he nodded and reached for his wallet on the nightstand.

“So…. How many hours did we go? How much do I owe you?" Noah asked, his voice still a low growl from waking up.

“Nah, you can just pay me for the initial hour and we'll call it even." Quinn told him.

“Are you sure?" Noah inquired.

“Yeah, don't worry about it. I give sweet cuties like you a discount.~" Quinn reassured, winking and making Noah blush and giggle. Then, Quinn stood up and began picking up his discarded stockings and arm warmers but tossing Noah his satin panties. “Go ahead and keep those if you want. Like a souvenir.~" Quinn said.

“Uhh… What do I do with them?" Noah asked.

“Whatever you want. Lots of people ask for my undies. Some people wear them, some people sniff them… whatever you feel like." Quinn explained with a smirk.

“Well… then, what are you gonna wear when you leave?" Noah asked and Quinn giggled.

“People are aware of exactly what kind of hotel this is. Nobody is shy about that stuff here." Quinn explained before waving goodbye. He walked out of the room, still completely nude as he held his stockings and warmers in one arm. The last thing Noah saw was Quinn's behind swaying and jiggling as he walked out and was gone, leaving Noah in the room to pick up his own clothes. He supposed that people were used to others casually walking around the hallways and lobby in the nude. After all, a good 90% of the residents were likely there for 1 reason.

As Noah got dressed again, he walked out feeling far better about himself than he ever had, his confidence and security boosted and he had Quinn to thank for all of it.