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Adama slumped back in his desk chair, idly fidgeting with his tie with the tip of one claw. The rose-colored lion had just finished all his tasks that he had for the day and it wasn't even an hour since he got off his lunch break. All he could do was wait for someone to send him the next thing to work on. Being in the middle of a process always meant that you were waiting on others and others were in turn waiting on you.

The muscular feline was tempted to undo the top button where it sat snug against his throat. He blushed a bit at the thought that popped to the forefront of his mind: that it was the wrong kind of collar for him. He ran his thick digits through his scarlet mane, claws retracted, and slumped into his seat.

Then, just beneath his jaw on the left side, he felt what was unmistakably a lick. Adama sat up straight fast enough to rattle the chair's construction. He looked around his small cubicle, trying to find the source of the lick. The broad feline spun a full circle around in the swivel chair, finding no one, just his little decorations, before his eyes landed on one last item.

Next to his monitor was the picture of his boyfriend draped around his shoulders the day the name-change paperwork went through, both himself and the bat smiling brightly. In one of the skinny chiropteran's wing-hands was the envelope holding the approved paperwork for Caspian Kelly, and the other hand was up beside the pink lion's cheek showing off the new state ID reading the same name.

The image resolution wasn't good enough, but Adama knew that was the first time Cas had had an M on any official documentation.

While he was reminiscing, it felt as though another, more insistently slow lick dragged along his jawline and up into his mane towards his ear.

The big cat chuffed, fur fluffing up at the feeling. It was then that it clicked in his head what this was. He'd almost forgotten since he'd been away for six hours.

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"Hey, Dama?"

Adama's round ears perked up from amongst his mane at the sound of his boyfriend's voice. "Yeah?"

"Could you c'mere?" The bat's light but slightly fried voice drifted down the hall again. "I have something to show you before you go."

The lion straightened his tie and walked out of the bathroom and towards their bedroom. He just barely managed to not bump into the picture frames on the walls with his upper arms, held tightly in his dress shirt. He was glad that he'd stopped growing taller when he did, because his ears only grazed against doorframes if he was at the height of his stride, or if it was a particularly low doorway.

Kneeling on the bed was the black bat in just some snug boxer briefs. Adama could tell his boyfriend wasn't bothering to pack this morning at a glance, but his attention was drawn up to the bare chest. In front of where his ribs showed through his dark fur, the chiropteran was holding a pink doll.

It was about a foot tall, and the chest was shaped like an inverted triangle. The head was round and had a cute little blunt muzzle. But most striking was the way it wasn't furred, a glossy surface. Adama tilted his head. "A... rubber doll? Cas, why did you want me to see this? I mean, it is cute..."

Cas put up one finger dramatically, then brought it down on the center of the doll's chest, stroking slowly. As the bat's finger made contact and dragged along, the lion gasped softly.

He'd felt that on his own chest, beneath his shirt and tie.

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Adama bit back a whimper as the touch of his boyfriend's tongue somehow travelled along the inner rim of his ear. Beneath his pink fur he could feel the heat of his blush, thankfully camouflaged. The feeling of contact parted from one ear, before touching down on the other, this time delving a bit into the dish. The lion could even hear the wet squelch of it pressing in, before it was drawn out again.

The large feline panted for a few moments, wondering if it was over.

The next contact from the tongue pressed to his chest. But this was different, bigger. His eyes widened as he realized: before it was just brushes with the tip of the tongue that had felt like full licks because of the difference in sizes. This was his boyfriend giving the doll a proper lick. Adama dug his claws into the arms of his office chair, feeling the plastic give slightly.

On the desk, sitting on a little soft pad for this very purpose, his phone vibrated. The pad muffled this motion so that the sound didn't get amplified by the hard desk and alert the whole office.

Swallowing and sitting up, the Lion picked up his phone. As he pressed his thumb to the little print reader built into the device, the feeling of the tongue changed orientation, and nearly caused him to let go.

The large tongue curled and easily touched itself around his waist, giving a gentle squeeze.

Adama looked down at the text that had just come in from Cas.

"Is this a bad time~?"

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The bat grinned broadly as recognition danced across his boyfriend's face. "I wanna play with this doll while you're at work today."

The lion visibly swallowed, fidgeting in place with the fingers on his right hand fiddling with the cuff of his left sleeve. This was a known tell that he'd been flustered.

Cas leaned a bit more forward, holding the doll out in front of him. "Does my big kitten think that's a good idea?" The chiropteran pushed the fry in his voice, pressed into the lower end of his register.

Adama looked conflicted, squirming in place, leaning his shoulder and upper arm into the doorframe. The lighter markings on his brow arced upward as he winced a bit. "S-seems a bit dangerous to do at work..." He muttered, clearly wanting it despite these misgivings.

The bat gently set the doll down and slipped off the bed. He only stood up to the bottom of his boyfriend's big chest, but his ears made it nearly to the lion's shoulders. He looked up at Adama, smiling warmly. "How 'bout... if I do it and it's a bad time for you, like, someone's talking to you or you really need to get something done, text me and tell me. I'll stop." Cas crooned genuinely, the fry almost gone.

The big cat's face lit up in a broad, bashful smile as well. "Y-yeah. Thank you."

"Now, you need to get to work, kitten." Cas put his hands on his hips, standing with his legs a bit wider than shoulder length apart, jutting out his skinny chest.

"Promise me you'll eat something more substantial than a mango." Adama countered.

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Adama bashfully tap-tapped at his phone with his thumbs, sending back a message of his own: "Nuh, I'm not busy." He followed up with a series of alternating red and pink heart emoji.

As the read message came through, the feeling of that tongue around his waist gave another squeeze, before it trailed around and up along his spine, the whole length tapering from nearly as wide as his hips to fitting between his shoulder blades, to the small, narrow tip in one stroke.

The lion put his phone back on its pad and grasped onto the edge of his desk, swallowing bashfully. Then, he felt an odd sense of vertigo that sent him toppling back against the chair back once more, releasing his hold.

At the same time, he felt the tongue binding his ankles together, squeezing gently. Along his feet and up his legs there was a ripple of warmth that the lion couldn't quite parse, before something fleshy closed over his knees. The space between the wrapped tongue and that flesh suddenly felt so much warmer, and most importantly wet. Something firmer brushed against the top of his feet as they were forced to point in their shoes towards a line with his shins.

Adama hadn't thought that Cas was all that into his feet, so why was he suckling over the doll's lower legs like this? He sunk into his chair a bit, fidgeting to turn his chair back more towards the opening into his cubicle.

The feeling of the bat's lips parted from his calves, and the un-present tongue gave a tug, before it repositioned, sliding up to just below the knees and giving a squeeze there instead. The soft lip sensation closed again on his upper thigh. Against his toes, underneath his socks, Adama could feel what must have been the uvula, before it brushed to one side of his snugly held-together feet, now forced one on top of the other.

Flustered, the lion grasped for his phone and typed again. "What are you doing?" He bit his lip a bit as he watched the read notice pop up, then the indicator that Cas was typing back.

"I think I found something far more substantial than a mango, don't you?" The bat's reply was framed with black heart emoji. And the big cat had barely the chance to register what that meant before he felt lips purse, tongue unravel, and the folds of the throat against his feet flex. The whole of the sensation surged up to his waist in a single fluid surge. The phantom tongue scooped past the lips, curled along the lion's back, before coming back down and drawing back into its home.

Adama felt his tail getting dragged with the tongue's motion, the pink limb slipping from between the chair-back's supports to alongside his thigh and down to his knee, where it was pinned instead of dangling. He was about to reach to put his phone away again, when he felt the tongue wrap again.

This time it pinned the muscular lion's arms to his sides, as another swallow sent the lips up to the base of his chest, on top of his newly bound arms, while his knees sank into the snug massaging flesh below.

In the feline's hand held at his hip, the phone vibrated again. Twisting a bit in his chair, he squinted and craned his neck a bit to see over the swell of his own shirt-covered pectorals to see the message that had come through.

Cas' next tease was easily read, however. "You're so delicious, my big strawberry starburst~"

The pink lion bit down on his dark lower lip a bit harder, squirming about in his trapped position, screwing his eyes closed tightly. He wiggled until he realized his chair was probably making noise at that point and flopped his head back into the backrest as he sank a bit more off his seat.

At the same time he could feel that long tongue curling around his throat, making almost two full loops. It finished extending to coil its way along the lion's neck and the tip curled up along his muzzle.

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Cas was lying on the bed, head propped up with pillows. He parted his jaws and swallowed again, his tongue wrapped around the doll helping keep the form of the lion still. The bat was very careful to never let his teeth touch down on the pink rubber this whole time, and closing up behind the cute lion head was no exception. With his free finger he stroked along his throat, feeling the bulge of the doll there, before returning his wing-hand to holding his phone.

The black flying fox typed into his messenger again while letting his tongue unwrap from the now fully enclosed doll. A single word and another black heart emoji: "MINE." He sent the message, and waited for the read receipt to pop up.

When it did, he swallowed firmly, unable to prevent an indulgent groan coming from his chest. He felt the doll's head press through, over the back of his tongue and into his neck, tilting his head back. Cas swallowed again, once again feeling over his throat, his first two wing-knuckles brushing against his flat chest in the process.

As the last of the doll passed under his collarbones, the chiropteran let his wings slump down onto the bed on either side. It was an odd feeling, having sensation of a stretch so deep inside. Then, with a jolt he thought would have made a popping sound if it weren't so deep in his body, he felt that head press through into his stomach as well.

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Adama quivered, eyes still screwed shut. Even though cognitively he knew he was still in his office cubicle, he could feel himself sinking down the inclined tunnel, the muscles wetly flexing and dragging at his body. His ears were filled with the resonant heartbeat he felt as though he was passing, and the rush of air in and out of the lungs. The lion's legs unbound from each other as they passed through the sensation of a tighter ring of flesh, which then slowly made its way up his torso.

He could feel his toes pressing against soft, velvety inner flesh, softer than the tongue or throat. It was also positively slimy. Adama audibly whimpered as he realized that he was slipping into his boyfriend's stomach... or rather, the doll was. It was such a powerful tactile transference.

The lion's arms came unbound from his sides as the tight stomach valve crossed his shoulders and snugged in against his throat. Adama reached out and tried to right himself in his chair, pressing with his feet where he knew the floor was, even though he still felt stomach walls. As his head popped through fully, he no longer felt bound at all.

Adama opened his eyes, blushing deeply, and righted himself properly in the chair. He then slowly half-stood to peek over the cubicles, unsure if he'd made too much noise.

No one seemed to be paying him any attention, so he sat back down into his seat.

The phone vibrated in his hand again, and when he checked a new message from Cas was waiting. "You're awfully filling, you know?"

Adama set his phone down, squirming in place at the tease. Now that his doll wasn't actively being moved around as much, just resting in the soft organ, the sensations were fading back to a kind of background, beneath his authentic tactile experience.

The lion smiled, still blushing slightly. There was actually something kinda soothing and comforting about the feeling of being tucked away inside his boyfriend like this. He wiggled his mouse, bringing his monitor out of screen saver. He checked his email, and some new work had arrived for him to do.

The big pink cat sighed in relief that the timestamp put it in arriving only a minute before he got back to working, and got to it. As he worked, he found his toes occasionally splaying and curling against the ethereal flesh, and the insides of his shoes. He felt the comfort of being in Cas, even though he was in the cold, clinical cubicle.

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Lazily stretching his wings, the bat eased himself off the bed onto his feet, and started out of the room towards the kitchen. As he folded his wings down to his sides again, he ran his knuckles along his midsection. Normally it was fairly sunken in, but the presence of the doll inside made it pretty even with his ribs.

He sighed a bit. "Dama's gonna be miffed if the only thing I ate was this effigy I made for him." Cas muttered aloud to the empty apartment.

The skinny chiropteran walked past his workshop with all the arcane accoutrements for his work-from-home, past the bathroom, and through the living room to the kitchen. "I could go for a whole basket of strawberries..." He chuckled a bit, imagining his hunk of a boyfriend curled up and blushing in a basket. He stroked along his middle again, before looking down at his phone. His eyes glinted mischievously as he thought of another tease.

Cas sent the next text with three black hearts, an irrepressible smirk plastered across his pointed face. "Just think: next doll I make for you will have Conveniently Placed Holes."

He imagined the cat getting all flustered to that, and the incoherent string of hearts he got back confirmed it. The bat sighed pensively, biting his lip. Working with these effigies would have to do until he could work out doing the real thing.