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This vignette was written for Kemper as his Patreon flash fiction reward for the month of March 2019. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults in a public place. :3

Hands-On

The subway was absolutely packed as Kemper and Cara watched the train rolling up to the platform, but the way that the mouse was squeezing Kemper's hand ensured that he wanted to get back to the mouse's home as quickly as possible. He knew that squeeze. He knew that look on her face. And more to the point, he had known for a good fifteen minutes what she wanted since she leaned over and whispered to him as they left the last of the shops they'd planned on visiting during their afternoon hangout.

"Getting kinda horny. Wanna eat me out when we get back to my place?"

They stepped onto the train together, shuffling and squirming, packed in like sardines with standing room only. There would have been a less crowded train just ten minutes later after the peak of the afternoon rush hour was done, but ten minutes might as well have been a thousand years as far as Cara was concerned. Either they got this train and got back to her place as quickly as was possible despite the discomfort which came with the lack of space, or she and Kemper would be slipping into a public restroom so that the mouse could get what she wanted without any further delay. Thus with Cara standing at an angle in front of Kemper, and bodies all around them to such a degree that they couldn't take so much as a fraction of a step, couldn't even lean one way or the other without effectively lying their head on someone's shoulder or full-on headbutting another person, the doors slid shut and sealed them all inside together as the train began to pull away and their eight minute ride to the next station began.

About a minute into those eight, Cara gave Kemper a look that terrified him to his very core. A sweet, innocent smile that to anyone else would have looked like a dear friend or devoted lover simply showing their delight at being in the presence of a cherished companion. But to Kemper, uniquely able to see into Cara's eyes from the angle at which she had turned her head to face him, the look she gave was anything but innocent. In fact, it was laden with teasing, eager passion. With the shamelessness that Kemper had known Cara to possess in abundance from the day they had first met, and with the conviction of a woman who knew not only that Kemper couldn't stop her from what she was about to do, but that he wouldn't want to no matter how terrified it made him.

In the second minute of their journey, Kemper felt Cara's right hand brush up against the front of his trousers. She was already so close to him, forcibly so thanks to their lack of space within the train carriage that her hand had already been resting against one of his thighs, but now she moved it over just the slightest bit, and without any motion from the rest of her body to suggest what she was up to started to unzip his fly over thudding, rumbling motion of the train and the shuffling, the coughing, the clearing of throats and the muted sounds of a hundred different songs and podcasts being played through headphones amidst the surrounding crowd.

Kemper's toes curled, his eyes bulged, but he didn't move as Cara's paw reached into his trousers, teased open the button fly of his boxer shorts, and started to gently squeeze and massage his sheath with the tips of her fingers. He couldn't move, not just because of how crowded in they were on all sides, but also because he knew that if he drew attention to his shock, they'd be caught. And much as that thought no doubt excited Cara, much as it made him blush and tremble alongside his overall fear too, that wasn't what either of them wanted. Cara wanted to get away with it without being caught, and Kemper... god help him, Kemper could already feel his cock swelling as he realised that he wanted her to get away with it, too.

By the time the third minute of their eight minute train journey was underway, Kemper's cock was stiffening in Cara's hand. She moved her fingers. She squeezed him with her digits against her palm. She was so careful not to give them away, so skilled at not making any motions that would cause either of them to move or react too strongly... at least at first, but the mere act of doing what she was doing, what they were doing right there in the midst of that crowded train was more than sufficient to ensure that every look they shared between one another was thick with the most deliciously potent tension and desire.

The fourth minute flew by in a series of squeezes and the most subtle yet devastating strokes, and more than once Kemper thought his knees were going to buckle or an audible whimper was going to escape his lips. How everyone in the train didn't know what was happening, how they couldn't see it written all over his face that he was being jerked off in their midst right then and there was an impossibility as far as the sabretoothed cat was concerned, right up there with how Cara could be so bold, so brazen, and seemingly so certain that she was going to get away with it... because why the hell would she dare do this if she wasn't utterly convinced of that fact in advance?

In the fifth minute, Kemper desperately tried to brainstorm a way, any way to let Cara know that she had to stop. It wasn't that he wanted her to stop, her stroking felt so good and the intense, terrifying thrill of it happening here was shockingly addictive. But, he had to make her stop, otherwise he was going to cry out. He was going to get them caught. Or worse, he was going to cum , and then surely someone would see. Someone would hear and see and feel it happening, and they would know, and then everything in Kemper and Cara's lives that was going so amazingly well would be turned upside down in an instant, all because Cara had been a bit too horny and Kemper a bit too dumbfounded by pleasure to figure out how to wordlessly, motionlessly make Cara stop without drawing anyone's attention.

The pleasure became too much, simply too much for Kemper to resist in the sixth minute, and he surrendered to the simple reality that these were his last few moments of freedom, of pleasure, of life without humiliation and punishment for quite some time. He waited for himself to cry out, to mewl and yowl and start humping openly and unabashedly at Cara's hand while the two of them stared hungrily at one another, their faces flushed beneath their fur but beyond that still somehow maintaining a veneer of calm in all but their blazing eyes. Pre-cum dribbled down Cara's pink fingertips. Kemper's cock throbbed and strained within her grasp. His eyes bulged. His balls ached. Oh god. Oh fuck. Oh fucking god. It was going to happen. He was really going to do it. She was really going to make him cum.

A loud crackle rang out over the train's tannoy, and the conductor's voice emanating from a speaker some four inches above and just to the left of Kemper's head echoed across the carriage just loud enough to totally dampen the ragged, desperate little whimper which escaped the sabretoothed cat as his back arched slightly, his toes dug their claws into the metal floor of the train below, and with an ever so slight movement of Cara's paw upon his cock, he began to cum, and to unload his hot seed into her waiting palm as her dextrous, deliciously tender fingers massaged and continued to squeeze and milk his twitching, throbbing length.

"Good evening, this train will soon be arriving at Helmsly Junction station. Please ensure all your personal belongings are with you, and mind the gap between the train and the platform when alighting from this service. That's Helmsly Junction station, next stop."

Cara's eyes widened in glee, and Kemper saw her shudder slightly in overwhelmed excitement of her own as she felt his cum not just filling her hand, but overflowing it. Hot, thick seed running over her fingers, over the sides of the mouse's pink, furless palm and dribbling down to the train floor below. Their eyes darted to the windows. The train creaked as its brakes engaged, the darkness of the subway tunnel surrounding them being punctuated with exterior lights as they approached the station and its platform. Kemper's cock throbbed again, dribbling yet more cum out into Cara's hand. He was still cumming. Still not stopping, still not done. They began to slow down. The businessman, suited and weary, shifted to Kemper's right. That wolf jostled the person next to him, and they in turn stumbled slightly as the train slowed a little more. Someone murmured in frustration, and all around the carriage people began to move and murmur as they looked collectively towards the doors which would soon set them loose.

At what felt like the last moment, Kemper sagged as the last wave of pleasure crashed through him, and he felt Cara's cum-stained, cum-filled hand starting to shove his still hard cock back into his trousers. Carefully she pushed his erect shaft down with her thumb while using her fingers to zip his trousers up again, ever so attentive to not catching anything in his zipper in the process. Then, like it was the most natural and expected thing in all the world, she turned towards him as people all around tried to shuffle past towards the door, pressed herself close to him in a tight hug, and as she rose up on her tip-toes to kiss the stunned, panting, overwhelmed sabretooth on the muzzle, her cum-stained hand slipped into his trouser pocket. Kemper felt the wetness immediately stain and soak through its lining, and winced as he realised there was probably going to be cum streaking the wallet which also rested within that limited space now. But as Cara freed herself of the last remaining evidence of what they'd done... save of course for Kemper's still rock hard cock tenting his jeans, he couldn't help but kiss Cara back in awed appreciation of what she had just done, and what seemingly they were about to get away with.

A few seconds later and the two of them were still standing there, still making out as others muttered in disapproval and struggled to move around them to the doors when finally they slid open. They remained there until the majority of those who were getting off here had done so, and only then did Cara spin on her heels, take Kemper firmly in one hand, and lead him out behind her... so close behind her in fact that her ass was almost grinding against his crotch, not provocatively so but just enough to conceal his otherwise rather obvious erection from view.

They made it off the train.

They made it out of the station.

They made it down the street, then another, then a third to the front door of Cara's building, then the front door of the apartment which the mouse shared with Kylani.

They did not, however, make it any further than that.

"Aa-aahh... Kemper..."

Cara moaned as she fumbled for her key even as her friend and lover pressed up against her from behind and began to nibble on her neck while one of his hands started to unbutton the front of her trousers right there in the hallway.

"Oh god, y-yes..."

She squeaked as his other paw vanished into her underwear as soon as her trousers were loose enough for him to do so; fighting to get the key in the lock, fighting to turn it before pleasure overwhelmed her as he sought out her clit and began to saw his fingertips savagely back and forth against the swollen, already rather dampened nub.

"Yes!"

The door swung open, and the mouse and cat quite literally fell through it, tumbling to the floor with volume enough to cause Kylani to come rushing out of her bedroom moments later, the shock and confusion on her face melting away as she saw Kemper dragging down Cara's trousers to her knees, and burying his face in her crotch right there where she knelt on the carpet before the still wide open door.

"So, had a good afternoon out, huh?"

The female feline murmured to her room-mate as she picked her way over the amorous pair, hopping over Kemper's legs as he rolled Cara over and redoubled his tongue-lashing of her pussy amidst a hail of new shrieks and squeaks from the happy mouse. Kylani closed the front door, locked it, but rather than attempting to make her way back over the unabashedly frenzied pair and returning to her room, she lingered by the door.

"Yes! Yes!"

Cara's screams rang out in answer to both her question and the insistent efforts of Kemper's tongue, and in that moment, finally caught in the act of their lust for one another, there was only one thing that the woman overseeing their urgent passions could do to respond.

Kylan shivered happily, licked her lips, and began to unbutton her own jeans as fast as her fingers would allow.

By Jeeves

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