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Small, sharp feline teeth nipping at my neck, my jaw, my shoulder, each sending a little shiver through my arms and halfway down my back, and making my paws tighten on his hips and tug him closer against me. It didn't even startle me when the backs of my legs hit the edge of the mattress, and didn't hurt when Tony fell down atop me. He rubbed his paw over my chest, feeling at the buttons of my suit jacket and quickly working to undo them, stiff thick things that resisted opening, but he still got them.

Honestly, I'd been half-hard since about the time the door closed behind us, in anticipation of what was to come. The same fire that had come to be familiar by now burned in his eyes when he looked at me, which usually came right before his lips pressing against mine, and our tongues meeting and intertwining and releasing and...

And I could just barely taste the alcohol on his mouth and his breath. With me on my back on the bed and him standing between my legs as he rhythmically grinded against me, I could still reach down and grab at his wrist, right as he moved to start at my pants.

"Hey, wait. Tony."

Orange eyes settled on me again, and just like that, he stopped. Even with a claw hooked beneath the upper flap of my fly.

"I don't wanna do this if you're... if you're drunk."

The cheetah stood still for a moment, then gently rubbed his paws up beneath the shirt that'd been tucked beneath my waistband just a few seconds ago. His touch like that still made me shiver and squirm sweetly.

"Aaay, mi cielo..." He used his leverage against the corner of the mattress to lean in over me, and nuzzle right against where he'd been nipping earlier. On instinct I turned my head away, and showed more of my neck; that was something I'd learned last time we got some time alone. He didn't exactly _teach_me that, but, you know how it goes. You figure things out. "I am not drunk. Hah - Mamá gives me more on holidays than that. And, besides..." Again he started with the little kisses, this time moving up along my jaw towards my cheek, and from there to my lips. "Even if I _were_drunk, this is not something I would not do anyway."

"Promise?" I nuzzled at his cheek. Couldn't get his scent out of my nose. Didn't want to. "That you're not drunk. I know about the other thing."

That brought a little chuckle out of him, and he returned the nuzzle. "Te promesa. Maybe a little... a little tipsy? That is what Sandra said." He shrugged, then started sliding his paws back down my body. This time he kept his claws dragging through my fur, drawing little lines... "Talvez. I feel bubbly."

This time it was my turn to chuckle, even as he resumed fiddling with my fly and pressing the sides of his paws against my groin. pulling little twitches and throbs out of me. "Bubbly?"

"Yes. Fizzy." A moment, and he looked up at me again. "...Tingly? I can growl this time. Would you like me to growl?"

"Growl? I-"

At the same time as he slipped his paw into my pants and cupped my sheath and sack through my underwear, he swiftly dove back down, dug his teeth into the side of my throat again, and... well, did exactly what he said he would. Low, meaty growl rumbling through his teeth against my fur, a noise of hunger and impatience. It continued even after he'd released my neck, leaving little pinpricks of lingering pain, and finally pinched off to something more like a purr when he nuzzled along the side of my ear.

After he straightened up, his ears and whiskers showed the same signs I used to see so often on him, of embarrassment and shyness, though he still kept his paw in place against me. So I reached down, took his wrist and lifted, and then put it right back, though this time with his fingers beneath my underwear instead of outside of them. "Yes. Do that."

"You looked good tonight, you know..." he purred into my neck, most of his weight now balanced on his elbow pushing into the mattress beside me. I lifted my hips at the same time he tilted his paw, pushing my underwear an inch or so down my thighs and bringing my length out into the air. The angle was a bit odd from here, but still he wrapped his fingers around, squeezed, slid easily down towards the base, and teased at the rim of my sheath with a finger before moving back up. "Even before I had a drink, I wanted to get my teeth in you. That is something that you should get used to."

"I gotta say, hon..." That last word just kind of fell out. I'd never actually called him anything like that in person before, unlike him and his perrito. With his paw down my pants and me teasing at doing the same to him, though, it was just a tiny little bump in the road, and one that left a tingle rippling through me. "I do like it when you're really confident like this."

He shrugged and straightened up, so he could more easily tug my pants down. I thought he'd just leave it like last time, halfway down my thighs with his pulled just far enough down so he could ride me, but tonight he yanked them all the way off, and tossed them into a heap on the floor. While he did that, I leaned over a bit and continued doing the same to him, pressing into the heat and firmness of his body beneath his pants fly, pulling the zipper, sliding that smooth white fabric down his legs, pushing my fingers in against the thicker fur and his plump sack, and curling around the shaft hanging away from his body... with us in our current positions, I was honestly expecting him to do his now-established usual and kneel down between my legs to get to work. He said he does have a bottle of lube, but always forgets to get it in the moment so he just sticks with saliva. Which, you know, was fine by me.

Turned out that tonight I was wrong, though. After undressing me from the waist down and shuffling out of his own pants, the cheetah stepped back over to the bed, and climbed up atop me; I gripped at his thighs, thinking he was about to try to press back onto me without any preparation whatsoever, and was _just_about to say something about it when the end of his length tapped down against my lips. I swallowed, and he shifted - and pushed himself just a little bit closer to my nose, washing me in his faint heady scent.

"Do you wanna?"

I looked up at him, and couldn't quite hide a smirk. "You don't give me much of a choice."

"Yes. I am confident you will say yes." With a forefinger and thumb, he lifted his shaft and tapped it back down against my lips, then gave the slightest of tugs to roll his foreskin smoothly back. "Is that right?"

I'd definitely_thought about this before. Recently, I should clarify; everything like this had happened pretty recently. Before this semester I don't think I'd ever thought about having another guy's junk on my face, but... here I was, with a cheetah I'd shared a bed and _multiple kisses with sitting on my chest and slowly moving his hips, to roll himself back and forth over my muzzle and against my nose. Before this semester, I hadn't ever thought that being in a situation like this would turn me on so much.

Like most of my new interactions with this cat, my body almost moved on its own: I pursed my lips and lifted him up a little bit, then slid my way down towards his base, dug in a little bit, breathed his scent in through my nose, and then started to come back up. Hot skin, firm yet soft at the same time, smooth and supple. Just the touch of my lips to his underside gave enough force to slide his foreskin forward again, and that little motion made him twitch. This could be fun.

"That is right."

Still, though, I felt a bit nervous - what if I did something wrong, or something he didn't like? This would be my first time sucking dick, and I was also a little embarrassed that that fact would very clearly show itself, but... from the start, Tony didn't seem to mind too much, or really notice. I tried to recall what he'd done to me before, and did just that: swirl tongue around the tip, close lips behind his head, dive slowly down while keeping his length cupped on my tongue, come back up. The foreskin gave a little bit extra, and a little more to do - very quickly I found that a flick along the underside, taut when pulled back, made him throb and squeeze his legs around my body, and rolling it forward and swirling inside caused him to lean over me and do these sweet little shudders, and twitch against my lips and sometimes leak a little bit of salty-sweet pre.

Slight scent there, enough to be noticeable, enough to taste in the back of my throat when he did pull back after a while, chest rising and falling, muzzle hanging open. He had his paws resting back against my waist, and just watched my face for a moment - and then scooted himself back and pushed his mouth against mine, soft-sandpaper tongue instantly working its way in against mine, digging into the slight sticky slickness he'd left there.

When he drew back out of that, he licked his lips, swallowed, dove in for another, then touched his nose to mine and gave another little growl. Instead of a purr, though, this one formed itself into words: "Buró."

"Gesundheit."

He rolled his eyes, and continued with his hips. "Nightstand. Top drawer."

So much for that. I had to really reach to get to the drawer, especially since he kept all of his weight pressing down near the tip of my cock where I could feel the pucker of his tailhole as he squeezed and throbbed in anticipation. Once my fingers found the bottle, it turned into an entirely different struggle to actually grab the thing and bring it out - and then before I could open it myself, he'd swiped it from my paws and emptied a thumbnail-sized glob into his palm.

"Won't you-" Words became difficult for the seconds he spent spreading that up and down my length, putting extra attention along the tapered tip and then at the base near my knot. "-need more than that?"

"No," he answered, close to my ear. Then he paused, and turned his head towards me. His whiskers tickled my nose and almost made me sneeze. "...Will you?"

Impatient cat didn't even wait for an answer. With his paw already in place near my sheath, he tilted my length upwards, lifted himself up, and started to press back against my tip, relaxing until he could let me go and continue in that same motion. That_was when he first clenched, and it was tight enough that we almost had to start over. He still wore his suit jacket and shirt, unbuttoned and hanging open to show cream-colored chest and bellyfur, and swaying as he started to sink into a good rhythm. Every now and then I could feel the back hem graze along the underside of my length, and my only coherent thought was _I hope dry cleaning can get lube stains out.

Even as we started to slide into our usual and familiar pace and rhythms, with him pushing my shoulders down to the mattress while he worked his hips forward and back and me putting most of my focus into not digging my claws into his thighs, he still kept things outside of what I'd since gotten used to. Usually he went slowly on me and built up his pace and the force with which he pounded down onto me, but this time I could tell it took considerable self-control for him to instead remain slow, with long, deep thrusts backwards onto me, slow and careful in coming back up, then again and again.

"You're - gonna drive me crazy..." I managed, after Tony leaned down over me to clamp down on my neck again. I used to be able to toss Sasha around how I wanted to make things comfortable for me, and to go at my pace, but she was into that - and besides, I was never afraid that she'd seize me by the shoulders and wrench me back into my own place beneath her so she could maintain control of the situation. I never thought she'd be able to.

With Tony, though?

"I am?" I could feel the hot stiffness of his length against my belly as he continued to ride, keeping his hips low and back as he went, and using his leverage against me to his advantage. Still I could taste him on my tongue, and now that I'd gotten it once, I wanted more. If we were in a different position, I might've tried to see if I could get my lips around him with him still in my lap. "Can you growl, too? I can find out."

"Whoa, hey, how about y- you..."

Once more, words failed me right there, and Tony knew it. I didn't have to open my eyes and look to know that he had that same bright-ass grin he'd inherited from his mom. One paw back on his rump keeping himself spread, he'd squeezed himself as far down onto my length as he could, with his sack resting against my lower belly... and his tailhole squeezing down behind where my knot would swell out, puckered flesh pushing back along my already-slickened sheath. I could _feel_him rhythmically clenching, squeezing, releasing, and then pushing back, all to get a response out of me.

That worked too, naturally. Whatever I'd intended to say fell right out of my head, and what came out instead was just this kind of rumbling drawl, half moan and half sigh. The cheetah didn't seem to mind that the claws I'd been keeping an eye on before now started to prick and poke into his skin, but... he could handle it. That would put us even with how he'd chomped into my shoulder last time, right? He remained hilted down on me, just barely starting to put a little forward-and-back beneath those squeezes, which felt so damn good that I just had to mirror the motion and start lifting up into him.

Apparently that was what he wanted. He dug an arm down beneath my body and held me against him, rumbling gently into my neck as he continued to push back against me and then pull slowly off, those slow, deep thrusts somewhat picking up in their pace and force, though hardly enough to make his thighs sore like he'd complained about last time. He panted into my fur and let me lift up into him, my already starting to slap against his rump and enough to lift him up into the air a bit, so that his body lurched forward over mine and then sank back; he thrust against my belly and squeezed and throbbed, leaking thick pre into my belly button, probably squeezing his arm so hard around me so as to resist pawing off. I wouldn't mind, though; doing this sort of thing with him often pushed all my buttons, including ones I didn't know I had and couldn't reach myself. So already I could start to feel the familiar sweet tingling down inside of me, and - would digging my claws into his thigh be enough for him to tell?

Impatience and need and hot, sticky desire all swirled around in my nose off of him, all the same things that pretty much always came out when we got our pants off. All of those, and appreciation and love, too: those were more physical than scent, in the way he looked at me when he could open his eyes; how he was confident yet gentle with his touch; how he listened to my noises and adjusted appropriately, sometimes slowing down, sometimes speeding up, most often grinding back deep onto me and churning his hips in place there. Sweet electric fire rippling up through my body every time his rump settled back in my lap - and still he kept one paw near the base of his tail. I could feel the slight stretch, the slight pull from that.

Just why he kept it there didn't come clear to me for a while longer, though, and when it finally clicked it was too late for me to do anything. Tony had straightened up over my chest again and let me go, to place his paw in its usual place right along my sternum so he could comfortable push me down and lift himself up in rhythm; I was watching him through half-lidded eyes, the pleasure and satisfaction more than apparent on his muzzle and in the heavy breaths rolling out through his parted lips, and then also in the sorta-loud squeaking of the bedframe beneath us. Luckily, though, the distant hissing of the shower in the master bedroom had started a little while ago, so hopefully Ms. Amador wouldn't have some sassy things to say to us like Dad had.

After this, I_would certainly have some things to say to him. Beneath everything going on, I could hardly put up enough of a fight to keep him away from what he planned to do, and even then he probably would've been able to hold my arms away anyway - after I reached down to try to pull him up, he seized my wrists and pinned them to the headboard of the bed, knocking it back against the wall with a gentle _thump, and just continued to ride me with his legs squeezing on my hips to keep me in place and him on track.

I couldn't help it. _He_could, but had other things on his mind at the time. Nothing for me to do but try to lift myself up, feet pushing against the edge of the bed and hips thrusting up into him, lifting him up, losing their strength when he pushed back down against me just as strongly, and my wrists straining beneath his grip against the headboard. I bit my lip, sucked in a sharp gasp, swallowed - and nearly choked on a moan. Then Tony gasped, too, and tried to growl. It turned into a moan, though, which turned into a different noise of strain of slight discomfort, which turned back into a moan... and I think my vision went out for a second, there.

Tonight he gave me an orgasm like I'd never felt before, rippling up through my hips, pressing up into him, strong enough that each spurt tugged my hips up with it and buried me deeper inside him, deeper past the tight-clenching ring of his tailhole. We'd be there for a while afterwards, too: his gasp came from the sensation of my knot swelling out and tying him tight to me, which had been his goal all along. I tried to watch his muzzle through the intense pleasure of my peak, making sure he hadn't overstepped his own boundaries and gone too far (but, even if he had, what would we do?), but if anything, that first step just made everything that followed feel even better for him.

He rode me through the last little shivers of my climax, making me squirm and gasp and twitch and almost yank my arms away from the headboard, with him all the while leaning forward and panting, shivering, probably trying not to drool. At first I thought that he'd finished, too, with the wetness he'd dripped about halfway up my belly... but when his grip loosened on my wrists and I reached down to touch it, it turned out that that was just pre. Just a lot of pre.

There was still strain visible on his face, though, and I started to get a bit worried. Tony had dropped his paws to rest again on my shoulders, and God damn, he was shaking. The last echoes of pleasure started to drip out of me, leaving that kind of achy exhaustion you get when you use your muscles too much, and I'd just started to reach up to touch his cheek and ask if he was okay-

-when he shifted an inch, a half-inch, a quarter-inch, and shot hard enough across my muzzle to startle me again, and make me bump my head back against the headboard. His hips gave strong, short bucks with each spurt, arcing out thick and white across my chin and chest, and with him letting out a strained grunt under each one, and with his paws still gripping my shoulders throughout. Claws dug in with each buck, spurt, and grunt, and it wasn't until several seconds after he'd finished that he released them; the cheetah tried to keep himself up afterwards, but one of his arms ended up giving out and he flopped forward across me, still tied tight. That feeling almost made me cum again, between the squeezing from his orgasm and his tugging from the fall, and now the squirming and shifting.

I wrapped my arms around his lower back and squeezed him close, his chest rising and falling in deliberately-slow breaths. "Feel better?"

A weak nod. He nuzzled into my neck.

"You're gonna be sore tomorrow..."

Another nod, and a little shake of a laugh. "Big dog. Maybe I should stop calling you perrito."

"Your mom isn't gonna-?"

He shook his head, still nuzzled in the crook of my neck, and squirmed again. That couldn't be comfortable. "She is a good madre. She said that she has been in my position before."

"Oh God."

His laugh was heartier this time, and he managed to lift himself up off my chest to grin at me. "That is what I said. Mamá, ya no quiero esuchar mas." Another squirm. "Rrh. How long will you stay like this? I did some research online, but I kept on getting... ah... distracted."

"Twenty minutes?" That could get to be a problem sometimes. As a teenager you kind of learned how to work around that sort of thing. "Will you be okay?"

"I will be fine." Tony leaned in to nuzzle under my chin, and then turned it into a kiss... which itself turned into him lapping over the thick streaks he'd emptied across my muzzle. "I will just need some more practice."

That made me roll my eyes at him, and soon we were lying there entwined in more than one way, trading off between giggling and grunting. My dress shirt hung open over my chest; I'd have to take a look at it later to see if it'd gotten caught in the splash zone. I hope Dad wouldn't ask any questions about that.

Before too terribly long though, and I think it was also because I'd dozed off during the wait, my knot went down and I tugged down out of him - which made him grip onto my shoulders and gasp again. And then came cleanup, for which he tugged me into the bathroom down the hall with my pants still half-down my legs, and pushed me into the shower and...

I'd say that, all in all, it was definitely a good night.