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Their lunch had run a little long. Keith had wrapped Natani's tail with his own, and Natani wasn't going to let something like that go unanswered, so it had led to a slow, silent war behind their backs as they sipped their coffees, occasionally glancing at each other. Across from them, Flora had gotten into a mood to cling to Trace for a bit, and the human's initial akwardness had subsided when neither Natani nor Keith had made any kind of issue about it.

None of them had been in much hurry to get moving again.

But finally they had, and Natani had once again fallen a bit behind with Keith. Remembering how the basitin had reacted earlier, Natani would occasionally, chance permitting, reach out to touch him on the ears or elsewhere. It hadn't lost any of its power.

He did leave the base of Keith's tail alone, though. Whenever he thought of placing his hand there, his mind would go to what he'd committed to, earlier. Getting Keith's muzzle back between his legs.

Only for longer.

And not just, getting carried away in the heat of the moment.

So that was going to happen, but no point in dwelling on it before he had to.

Or on how excited, how... wet... just thinking about it had already gotten him.

Ahead them, Flora was walking with her arm around Trace's, almost leaning against the human occasionally, and Natani's mind found some relief in imagining Keith doing that with him. Hanging on his arm. And then Natani would stop, and turn to him, and lean down to kiss him... and Keith would rise up to meet him, only to yield, falling into his arms...

Right there, out in the open, with Natani's collar around his neck.

It wasn't quite that world. But, as he touched the basitin again, and Keith looked at him, so open, so happy... it would do.

Trace and Flora seemed to get into some kind of an argument, then came to a stop. Natani and Keith, now on their best behaviour, slowed down but still caught up. By the time they did, it seemed to be over.

Trace was looking a bit sheepish, but Flora smiled at the two of them brightly. "Our turn to take a break! You two don't mind, right?"

She didn't even wait for an answer, pulling Trace along with her into the woods. The human looked back at them, part apologetic, part embarrassed, and part, Natani thought, just happy to be going.

What would Natani have done, if the Keith in his imagination had done that?

Keith laughed quietly. "Well, I guess we can't exactly say anything, can we?"

Natani grinned. "Yeah."

They stood there on the road for a few more seconds, looking after the departed couple.

Keith cleared his throat. "Want to, uh, go for a walk?"

Natani nodded his head in a direction, not quite directly opposite where Trace and Flora had went, but off at an angle.

Never be too predictable.

Though, Flora could probably track by scent, couldn't she... and hiding their scent trail wouldn't just be suspicious, it would be cause for concern. Better to just keep an eye out, magically speaking.

They walked for a ways through the woods, Keith leading the way, occasionally glancing back at Natani, almost nervous. Natani flashed him a grin whenever he caught him looking. If the basitin wanted a repeat... fine by him. He'd liked playing with Keith, standing by his side, over him, watching him pant and blush and squirm... but the idea of taking him from behind still tickled Natani's mind. His first try hadn't maybe been the greatest, but he had the hang of it now.

The basitin wouldn't know what hit him.

When he figured they were far enough, he pulled Keith up by the shoulder, then turned the basitin to face him and kissed him, paying up on the promise of those grins. Packs discarded, Natani found another tree to back Keith up against. The basitin wrapped his arms around Natani's neck, accepting, inviting. Natani put a hand on Keith's groin in reponse, finding him exactly as hard as he'd expected. He groped him lightly through the fabric, and Keith shuddered, breaking out of the kiss to nuzzle into his neck.

"Ah, N-Natani..."

Natani pushed his own muzzle against where the basitin's neck met his shoulder, nibbling lightly, while he took his hand a little lower, cupping Keith's balls, feeling him twitch against his wrist. "Hmmmm?"

The basitin shuddered again, but his hands fell down to Natani's shoulders, pushing him back just a little. "C-could you give me a moment?"

Natani backed off a little, curious.

Keith looked at him. "Um, I was thinking..." He pulled at the tip of one of his ears. "These--" the basitin's expression turned suspicious. "What's with that expression?"

Natani had covered his mouth with his hand. "That was really cute."

"Oh." Keith smiled and wiggled his ears at Natani. It was adorable. The basitin blushed a little. "Anyway, these aren't just for show. I can keep an ear out, and I'll hear anyone approaching from pretty far away. Maybe not as good as magic, but..." Keith looked at him, deadly earnest. "I know this isn't exactly a room, but, um..."

Damn.

If there had been any pushiness, any insistence, any sign of Keith trying to control him, it would have been so easy for Natani to get spark off that, get angry... but the damn basitin just wanted him to feel good, and that was... so damn disarming. Harder to resist than any amount of pressure.

And it left Natani with nothing but the naked truth that he was afraid. It was hard enough thinking about doing it with a locked door and a room to anchor magic to. Out here, even with nobody around...

Keith was looking at him, and Natani hated what he must have seen on his face.

The basitin's expression went thoughtful. "Though, actually..." Keith blushed. "I might get a little too distracted to listen. So how about instead..."

Hm?

Keith ducked past Natani to rummage at his pack, and came up with a towel. "Um. If you sit down against the tree, and put this across your knees, then I could use my hand and..." he really did blush prettily. "You showed me how you did it, but I never got to try."

That... just might work. Natani raised his eyebrows. "Turnabout is fair play, huh?" He grinned, but the edge he wanted to put in it wasn't there, blunted by his gratitude. "Guess I should let you practice. You might need it if your jaw gets tired later."

Keith blushed again, and shifted his ears, also tinted red. "Just what I was thinking."

Natani took the towel, then looked for a good place to sit -- against another nearby tree, actually, with a nice hollow between two roots. He planted his ass on the ground and set his legs, draping the towel over and between his knees, covering him from waist to shins.

He immediately felt more hidden, more protected, near the base of the tree, under the towel. Being naked in the woods was a recurring nightmare, but... this wasn't naked. He nodded at Keith, and the basitin approached, trying to figure out how to get close. Natani shifted a little, making room for Keith to squeeze in between the roots with him. After a few false starts, they ended up with Keith having one leg around Natani's back, the basitin's thigh against his tail, and Keith's other leg between Natani's, knee crossing over his thigh, also under the cover of the towel. Keith was pressed up against his side, one arm around Natani's neck. Natani had one arm minding the towel, and the other around Keith's back. He could feel the basitin's dick digging into his hip.

"Um, sorry about that."

Natani grinned at him, in good humor. "Not the first time you've poked me."

Small smile, faint blush. "Guess not."

He looked good enough to eat. Natani kissed him, and Keith made a cute little sound, then blushed brighter and burrowed his muzzle against Natani's throat.

Natani leaned his head on Keith's. "You really like doing that, huh?"

Keith's voice sounded funny, coming from so close. "Y-yeah. It makes me feel... is it a problem?"

Natani stroked the basitin's back with his hand. "No. I like it."

"Oh." Keith nuzzled him some more. "Good."

Keith's hand was resting in Natani's lap, raising a tingle of dread and anticipation in him, but the basitin didn't go farther, apparently content to nuzzle against Natani, his breath a curious caress on his neck.

The moment stretched, Natani listening to the sounds of the forest, a slight wind in the trees... Keith's breathing. Slowly, he relaxed. It was a cool day, but with Keith right up to him, he felt more than warm in their shared bodyheat. Both his senses and his magic told him that there was no sign of anything bigger than a bird moving in the woods. They were alone. He started to feel a little silly at how panicked he'd felt earlier, and slowly his shame at his own reaction gave way to love for Keith's. The dread began to melt away, leaving only the anticipation, the hard heat pressed against his hip giving rise to a soft heat of his own.

And he didn't hate it, not entirely. Natani shifted his legs a little, feeling the fabric against himself, hoping to spur the basitin into action.

A throb against his hip, prompting thoughts Natani pushed far, far away, but nothing else.

Finally, he sighed, and nudged at Keith with his muzzle. "You ever going to get started?"

Keith pulled back from his neck. "Sorry."

He didn't look sorry, just happy and... unaccustomed to it. So Natani kissed him again, and Keith's ears went up, blush deepening, smile widening. The basitin nuzzled just at his shoulder this time, almost as if he was dodging away from the kiss, like it was something he couldn't quite handle.

It made Natani want to kiss him again, but the distance was awkward, so he just stroked Keith's back instead. That finally prompted the basitin to action, his own hand sliding up under Natani's vest in response, looking for a way down lower.

Keith hooked a thumb under the waist of Natani's pants, the touch a little ticklish, then looked up at him. "Um, you may want to hike your pants down. It... got a little messy last time."

It was Natani's turn to blush, awkward. "Oh, right." Yeah, it had, and it wasn't like he didn't know. He'd been the one to clean it up. It was just... "I haven't exactly ever done this while clothed."

It occurred to him that Keith could have said 'Me neither', but he just nodded, understanding.

Natani couldn't reach with the arm he had around Keith, and he discovered that while it's normally entirely possible to get out of a pair of pants one-handed, it's a bit harder when you're sitting on them. "Give me a hand?"

Keith did, pulling down on the side nearest him, nudging the pants lower, and, blushing, down past where his own erection was digging in. Natani fancied he could feel Keith's heat, his hardness, more clearly with one less layer of fabric between their bodies, and the basitin gave another throb against him, maybe feeling the same.

He didn't let it bother him.

With Keith's help, he was able to wriggle out of his pants under the towel, pushing them halfway up his thighs, to where they came up against Keith's knee. The basitin got his foot over them, then back between Natani's legs, getting his leg trapped between Natani's thighs, pulling together tighter now because of the pants around his knees.

It was a very close situation. But Keith had room to work with, where he needed it. He looked at Natani, seeking permission he already had.

Natani managed a nod, and the basitin's hand went back to his lap, Keith looking at him all the while as he slowly slid it under the towel. Natani felt Keith's questing fingers tickling at his fur, low on his stomach. Sliding down, they came near the nub, and Natani drew in a sharp breath, and to his horror felt himself twitch in anticipation. Keith's fingers danced past that, coming close but not quite touching, and went lower, only to discover there was already a great deal of dampness to work with. Natani's ears went down, ashamed despite himself, and he looked away.

Keith came to a stop, cupping his sex, and Natani could very clearly feel the heat of his palm. A moment of silence, then the basitin kissed him on the shoulder. "Natani... it's just what the body does, right? Like my getting hard. It's just because you're excited. Nothing else. And... remember what you said, that you're kinda happy I get excited around you? Well, that goes for me too." Natani looked back at Keith, the basitin smiling a gentle little smile and blushing, earnest as anything. "I'm really happy that I make you feel like that. Even if it isn't exactly how you'd like it."

How do you fight that?

Natani sighed, one long exhalation, feeling obscurely defeated. He found a lopsided smile, that then became a little less lopsided as he saw Keith's smile widen and his ear lift in response to it. He was so damn...

And the heat of his palm was enticing. Not threatening, not in the least.

Natani leaned his head against the tree, looking at Keith. "Go for it."

Keith nodded, and started moving his hand again, teasing at his lips slowly, pressing his fingers against them gently. Getting his hand wet. Natani let out a breath through his nose, letting his eyes slide half-closed. Keith's touch felt so different from his own. And so powerful.

So good.

The basitin trailed his hand higher, grazing the nub, and Natani let out a sharper huff, squeezing Keith's leg between his.

Keith started touching him, much like Natani had shown him, rubbing large circles around the nub, his fingers pressed together, slick with his desire. Every gentle touch was like a little bolt of lightning, straight through his core. He realized his tail was twitching under Keith's leg, in time with the basitin's circles.

He knew his cheeks were burning, but somehow it didn't matter. He could still see Keith through his half-lidded eyes. The basitin looked in awe.

Keith kept a steady rhythm, and Natani could feel his sex growing damper and damper as the pleasure built. He became aware of his breathing, raised as if he'd run a sprint, run himself near ragged, his heart beating with the exertion of it. He was shifting his legs, chafing against the confines of the pants, wanting to spread his knees, spread his legs, stretch them -- but not minding, because this way, he was rubbing them against Keith instead, squeezing tighter on the basitin's trapped leg as Keith pushed him farther and farther.

Some distant part of him had still been maintaining a dim magical awareness of their surroundings, but it was faltering.

He had to let go.

Natani looked at Keith, the basitin's expression intent, transfixed, gazing at him like he was the center of the universe. But he still had his ears up. Listening.

Natani let his magic fail, placing himself in Keith's hands, and for a moment pleasure gave way to panic. Natani pulled Keith close, against his neck, and the basitin's touch faltered... only to recover quickly, then dipping down to slick his fingers again, Natani shivering with the touch on his lips, before resuming his teasing at the nub, faster now. Natani was so close, so so close, his body taking on a life of its own, his toes splaying, pushing at the ground, grabbing at it as the charge Keith had built in him looked for a way out, for release.

Natani hung on to Keith for dear life, pulling him closer, squeezing him between his legs, huffing into his hair, then pulling tighter still as his pleasure crested and his body jerked under Keith's palm, against it, writhing under the impossible pleasure, his whole body thrashing with the force of it. He managed not to cry out, stifling the sounds into whimpering moans instead.

Keith nuzzled him in return, and held him best he could, his leg and other arm squeezing around Natani as the basitin's hand on him slowed, easing him off his high, letting it subside.

With a long, shuddering sigh, Natani relaxed, letting his whole body go limp. It took him a few seconds to realize to re-establish his magic.

Still safe.

Keith was still nuzzled up against him, the basitin's hand once again just resting on his sex.

It felt welcome. All of it.

He gave Keith's back a stroke. "Hey."

The basitin nuzzled deeper in response. "Hey."

"Let me look at you."

Keith pulled back, smiling, still blushing faintly, beautiful.

Natani kissed him, and his ears fluttered, a small sound catching in his throat.

Keith retreated to his shoulder again, blushing. "I guess I did okay, huh."

Natani darted out to give his nose a lick, smiling. "Yeah. You learn fast." He let out a sigh, feeling not only drained, but drenched. "And you were right about the pants. I may need to ruin your towel."

Keith blushed bright, probably with the thought of having a Natani-scented towel, and Natani rolled his eyes, smiling. Maybe it wouldn't be such a problem. But Keith spoke up. "Actually... can I... can I clean you up?"

Natani raised his eyebrows. "Sure?" He grinned. "You're the one who made the mess, after all. Well, kinda."

Keith struggled to get up and out of their tangle, needing to brace against the tree and put his weight on the leg Natani had been squeezing on to do so. In the process, Natani felt anew Keith's dick pressed against his side, and remembered that they weren't done here. No way no how.

The basitin got up, and having Keith's erection tenting his pants at eye-level gave Natani some fleeting thoughts, but he stepped away, stretching a bit, then went to Natani's legs. He'd figured Keith was just offering to towel him off, but no. The basitin went down on all fours near Natani's feet, then made to nose under the towel and looked up at him.

Natani laughed. Sure. Why not. He pushed his pants down farther, sliding them all the way to his ankles so he could actually spread his knees, and make some room for Keith between his legs. The basitin nuzzled up under the towel, and Natani could feel his breath, then his tongue on his thigh.

Grooming him.

He shivered with a much subtler pleasure than earlier as Keith nosed his way around, looking for evidence of his excitement, then meticulously licking it clean, his tongue gently working it out of his fur.

Natani had never really thought about it before, but basitins had to be part cat, what with that tail.

It was a pretty good part.

Somehow, it was almost calming, even as Keith honed in nearer and nearer to the source. Something told him that the basitin, so careful with him, wasn't even thinking of escalating.

Well, maybe he was thinking about it, as there was a strangled breath from under the towel, right against his lips. But not intending to. Keith finished the job, with a few long, slow licks across his lips, and a careful kiss on the nub, before moving off to nuzzle at the top of his thigh.

Natani raised the edge of the towel to look down at him, with a smile. "You dork."

Keith had his eyes closed, but he smiled and flicked an ear. Natani rubbed at it, and the basitin shivered. He was sure that if Keith had been a bit farther up along his body, he could have felt him hard against his ankles.

He straightened one leg a bit and went questing with his toes, and sure enough. Keith made a strangled sound, and Natani could feel the heat of him, feel him give a throb right against the pad of his paw.

That seemed like a fun idea, but Keith was already down to his spare pants. Natani smiled. "Come on, get out of there. I need to..." he nudged again with his foot "...see to you."

Keith backed out in a hurry, and Natani laughed again. He shifted his legs a bit to the side, but left his pants down, and the towel draped across his knees. Might as well take a moment to let his fur dry out.

Keith was crouched near his feet, looking a question at him. Natani might not have wanted to ruin the basitin's pants -- this pair, anyway -- but the idea of Keith on all fours like that had caught his imagination. "Get those pants out of the way, and come a little closer..."

Keith hiked his pants down, freeing himself, already so covered in pre that not all damage could be averted. Ah well. Natani guided him with an outstretched hand, and he came, on his knees, putting himself in reach, then leaned down at his urging, walking up with his hands to come alongside, until one wrist was pressed against Natani's leg, and his face close, still looking that question at him.

Natani kissed him, and reached out between Keith's arms, under him, curling his fingers around the basitin's twitching member, slick with his pre.

Keith's breath caught, and once again he pushed past Natani's muzzle to nuzzle against his neck, also coming a little more easily into reach. Natani wrapped his other arm around Keith's neck, pulling him closer, settling him in, then started to play with his tip, squeezing it gently, smearing it with his pre. Keith let out something between a sigh and a moan. Natani pushed his fingers all the way up to the base, then stroked back down, careful not to go too hard, watching Keith's tail twitch. Another stroke, giving the tip a little squeeze when he got down, and he felt it throb in his hand. Another.

He marveled again at how it felt, the heat of it, the delicious firmness under his fingers, hard, but still so... squeezable. The things he would do if he had one of these...! But that phantom need wasn't as pressing as it had sometimes been in the past, and he didn't begrudge Keith his. Indeed, Natani could do things with this one, and better yet, it caused Keith to make all kinds of adorable little sounds against his neck.

Natani smiled to himself, knowing before he asked. "That work for you?"

"G-gods yes."

"Good." Natani laid his thumb along the topside of Keith's dick, curling his fingers around to press the tip against the ball of his thumb. He let his fingers dance and squeeze and rub on the underside, minding his claws, and Keith whimpered, giving a harder throb against his hand, his ears trembling, his tail twitching even harder.

Hmm...

Natani took his other arm from around Keith's neck, running it down the basitin's back, reaching, needing to shift a bit-- and hooked his fingers around the base of Keith's tail, grasping it tightly. It twitched in his hand, violently, and Keith groaned, shuddering, panting, bucking against his hand a little...

Natani shifted his hold again, just a simple fist, loosely wrapped. Soft, long strokes, squeezing from the base down to the tip, milking the basitin, each stroke accompanied by a squeeze on his tail.

Keith's breath caught, his whole body seizing, and Natani could feel each twitch of his hips, of his tail, still in Natani's tight grasp, of his dick; feel the pulse under his fingers as Keith came, every jet spattering on the ground beneath him as Natani held him pointed down, squeezing a gentle rhythm on his tip.

Keith petered out, then jerked a few more times in his hands before sagging against him with a shuddering exhalation. Natani gave him a moment, then nudged him away, tipping him over, onto his lap and towel-covered legs. Keith didn't even startle, just settled down on his side with a happy little groan. He nuzzled at the top of Natani's thigh again, eyes closed, smiling, relaxed.

Smiling, Natani took the hand he'd had at Keith's tail to the basitin's ears, giving him a little rub. Keith sighed happily, so Natani kept the hand there. His other had caught the last of Keith's seed as he tipped him over, and Natani brought it to his muzzle, licking at it.

Thicker again, this time. Stronger. What would it take...

He gave his hand a few more licks, comparing with the taste of Keith's pre, much less potent. But... not unpleasant.

Smiling again, he brought the hand down to near Keith's muzzle, and soon felt the basitin's tongue lapping at him, happily cleaning him. Natani rubbed his ears as thanks, and Keith nuzzled tighter against his palm, tongue curling around his fingers.

It was almost as if... the gentler he was with the basitin, the more strongly he was affected.

Food for thought, for when they had more time. "We should probably get back."

"Yeah."

Natani poked him on the nose. "Any day now."

Keith sighed, but did clamber up, stopping on the way to get his pants all the way on again.

Still under the cover of the towel, Natani wriggled back into his own pants, then brought the towel to his nose. It was as he'd expected. He looked at Keith. "It caught some of my scent... do you want me to get it out?"

Keith blushed. "Um, if it isn't so strong that people would notice... you... could just leave it. No sense wasting your magic."

Natani laughed. "How thoughtful of you." But he did hand the towel over, then watched Keith struggle with whether to bring it to his nose or not. He did, blush deepening, and Natani saw his ears lift a little.

Well.

They checked each other's clothing, brushing off a bit of dirt here or there, that turning into smiling caresses, that turning into Natani giving Keith juuust a little kiss, then marveling at his reaction. But they really did need to get back, and so they squared their packs and retraced their steps.

When they got to the road, there was no sign of Trace or Flora. They were trying to decide whether they should wait, or to look for them along the road, when noise from the underbrush announced their return. The couple emerged onto the road, Trace looking a little tousled, Flora looking like the cat that ate the canary. The smell of sex was clear on them, but Natani pretended not to notice, instead finding himself wondering what it was like for them. Had Flora been as dominant in their encounter as she has been in getting there? Was that normal for them?

Trace cleared his throat, then muttered something that was probably a half-hearted apology.

Keith waved it away, and they were off.