Movie Night [Sketch]
I was thinking about balls at work the other day. Imagine that. So much so that I wanted to write about 'em! I posted a story sketch YCH to my Patreon and LomiDePuzlo sucked it up, just like Lukas sucks up his cougar's nutsack in this story here.
That's it. That's the story. Just nuzzling, huffing, hefting, licking, sucking, kissing, what-have-you. All good good stuff. :9
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Lukas settled into place where he was, thankful that Talon had at least given him a pillow for his legs. The cougar above him shifted as well, spreading his legs a bit and leaning back, intentionally positioning his lower body off the edge of the seat a big; Lukas looked down, wriggled a little more, moved forward, moved to the side, and then decided that that was a comfortable spot. Then, finally, he looked up and forward again at his prescribed task.
Talon's violet eyes flashed down at him, but only for a second before the cougar reached for the remote to change the TV channel. He shifted again and rested his weight on one arm, bringing the other forward and down to casually, nonchalantly, scratch at a spot right at the base of his bared length, hanging down off the edge of the seat. That little movement made it bounce and slide to the side, bringing into view his heavy balls beneath where they rested against the front of the seat. That was Lukas's goal, and really the whole reason he had come over today - and why Talon had given him this pillow.
"Are you sure?" the cougar had asked when he had arrived, already working at unbuttoning his pants. "It's a long movie..."
"I've done it before," had been Lukas's reply. The otter had guided Talon over to the couch and pushed him down to sit, though he had needed to stand up on his tiptoes to reach his shoulders. "Don't worry about me."
Now here he was, finally. He licked his lips once more, swallowed, and leaned in, lightly bringing his nose to rest right at the spot where shaft met sack, warm and soft and humid with scent gathered over the day. The otter breathed deep of that aroma, dry and high, rich yet subtle; he pursed his lips and tilted his head up a bit, lifting his nose beneath the heavy, meaty weight of Talon's hanging shaft, while coming in to meet those balls in a soft kiss at the same time.
Above him the feline sighed and shifted yet again, this time pressing himself more fully against Lukas's face. The otter smiled against his sack and dug in a little further, letting the soft fur and softer skin press and spread against his lips and chin, allowing that spot to squeeze in on his nose so that he had to pull deeply from the hot air right around it. He swallowed again and let a shuddering sigh out, his own breath caught and reflected right back at him, heavy and tainted with the cougar's soft scent. Lukas pressed his paws against the ground for balance and moved his legs out from under him so that he could settle in for the long haul, while his little ears flicked backwards at the sound of the movie starting.
Talon let out another sigh and spread his legs further, his shaft giving a small twitch and jump atop Lukas's nose and muzzle. The otter pressed in even closer so that he could feel his pulse right there, throbbing against his nose and upper lip; he rumbled softly, let out another sigh, parted his lips, ran the sensitive skin down along the cougar's hanging sack, and then a moment later let his tongue come out as well. He held his breath, basking in the warmth and gathered humidity; he turned his head to the side, nuzzled in along Talon's inner thigh, came forward to nestle his nose into the spot between leg and body, between thigh and sack, between sack and cock again.
Then, gently, Lukas flicked his tongue forward and down, pressing it in against that soft, supple skin, letting it shift and mold around his little intrusion. Then again, and again, each time with another purse of his lips and forward nuzzle. Already he was lost between Talon's legs, the cougar with his chin resting in his paw atop the arm of the chair and attention focused on whatever movie he had picked. This split of attention resulted in that thick shaft alongside his nose and cheek softening a bit, stirring and falling away - which only gave Lukas more space to nuzzle in, to tilt his head again, to lift the cougar's balls with a few fingers...
...and then to part his lips once more, curl his tongue out, suck softly... and pull one of them in between his lips. Firm yet with a distinct give to it, and so, so hot, suspended and floating, almost, within the skin of his sack, moving freely and responding to the touches of Lukas's tongue and his soft, careful suckling. The otter angled his head further, lifting his nose beneath Talon's shaft and taking another taste of his scent there. Violet eyes flashed down at him for a moment, and he reached to shift his cock over to the other side of the otter's muzzle; when it rolled away, a little spot of wetness remained on Lukas's cheek. The otter swallowed, ran his tongue up and over and around the one little mass between his lips, swallowed again, then turned his head to the side. A little bit more suction, another swallow, a slight adjustment in his jaw - and then he managed to pull the other one in as well, his head tilted back with chin forward against the front of the couch, and nose angled up to the underside of Talon's shaft.
The cougar let out a noise at that sensation and scooted down further, positioning himself so that Lukas could more comfortably suckle at his sack, both balls between his lips and rolling over his tongue, coming up between them, curling around one and then the other, lightly pressing them against the roof of his mouth. Again and again he sucked and swallowed, saliva coming hot and sticky once mixed with the cougar's musk and warmth; he closed his eyes and nuzzled up closer, breathing in only through his nose so that he could taste what had begun to coat the back of his throat as well.
After a moment the otter released them, still sucking but now pulling back as he did so, until the skin of Talon's sack pulled back with one and then the other inside to follow. Warm and damp, the thick fur and skin settled forward against Lukas's lips and stuck there for a moment, the cougar's scent now muted by his own hungry drool. He swallowed yet again, sighed softly, and drew his tongue up and forward again, intending to clean up the mess he had made there.
Lukas remained there and then pulled back, only long enough to wipe at his mouth and catch his breath. It was indeed a good thing that they had picked a long movie for tonight.