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To Cyril's dismay, he's not able to fall asleep, though the comfortable weight of his mate atop him is a nice consolation. And when that is taken away, he enjoys the dhole's naked form sashaying to the other side of the room. Then that is obscured as Arjun dresses in his work clothes. He's struggling to do it with one paw, particularly pulling up the leg of his jeans opposite his working paw.

"Shouldn't you wash first? " This time Cyril can tell that he does want help and reluctantly rises from the bed. "And isn't it your day off?"

"Yes and yes," Arjun answers as Cyril gets his jeans all the way up, "My plan was to stall until Lovenzo showed up, but-yeah. He said he'll be here at about 8:30."

"Should've destroyed the router to begin with." Cyril attempts to do the button, but without thumbs or experience it requires the both of them to do so.

"I hate to agree with you, but given that I have to talk to my boss reeking of cum, I relent."

Cyril once again enjoys Arjun walking away, this time focusing on black tail swishing for him. "Can't you make him wait?"

"And risk him freaking out and having Burnadile torch the vines and our house in the process? Fuck no." Arjun exits the room and the meowscarada's view then comes back. "Speaking of, can you unblock the front door?"

Cyril joins his mate out of the room. "How'd you manipulate so many vines anyway?" Arjun asks, glancing at the meowscarada, and noticing white flecks in the dark green flaps coming from his collar. Halting Cyril with a paw at the top of the stairs, Arjun scrapes them out with his claws. "I've only seen you manipulate one and I think I saw Lynn do two before."

"I've been practicing," Cyril replies as Arjun finishes cleaning him. "You know Lovenzo will still be able to smell it. I don't believe he's noseblind."

"It's polite to not make it too obvious." Arjun ignores the jab and descends the stairs.

Once they reach the bottom, Cyril moves the vines enough to open the door and, once through it, back over the side of the porch where they originate. His control is shaky, however, and he destroys one of the wooden support columns for the overhang in the process.

"I thought we talked about this, Cye!" Arjun uses an angry tone, but the shortening of his name lets Cyril know he isn't actually mad.

"Sorry," the meowscarada squeaks out.

"I keep telling you, Arjun, you gotta be stricter with him." The words draw the pair's attention to their audience they didn't know they have at the bottom of the porch steps: a large brown bear wearing similar clothes as Arjun and a skeledirge. "At this rate, he's going to put you in a pokeball."

"That's not how they work, Lovenzo," Arjun says. "As my supposed superior, you should know that much."

"Considering that my house isn't in shambles like yours, I would say my methods work a bit better." The bear dramatically breathes through his nose. "Though I guess it's all to make him submit to you in another way."

"I'm not submitting. Typically..." Cyril starts before his mate steps in front of him.

"What'd the meowscarada say?" After a brief back and forth with Burnadile, Lovenzo says, "OH! Wait, you're the one receiving?"

"Just drop it."

Cyril comes out from behind his mate. "If you mean..."

"Stop talking, Cyril," Arjun commands.

In defiance, Cyril continues, "...anally."

"I said shut up!" Arjun snaps. "Everybody shut up."

"Okay, okay, I'm only here because you said you needed help with your meowscarada." Lovenzo and Burnadile turn to leave. "See you Monday."

"No, wait, I need to take a leave of absence."

They have an entire exchange that the meowscarada doesn't listen to. He checked out when Arjun yelled at him. It's not something he's used to; he expected it with the imprisonment, but now that's over he expected the yelling to be too. He doesn't even understand why Arjun got upset. Lovenzo was curious about how they mate (reasonable to Cyril since they smell of it) and he was going to answer the question. What's the problem with curiosity and him trying to satisfy it?

He doesn't notice his mate approaching him until he feels caresses on his flanks and his mate says, "Hey, sorry I lost it there. You good, Cye?"

"Yeah, just didn't expect you to..." Cyril searches for the right word for a moment and is interrupted.

"Won't happen again," Arjun says, paws gliding up to Cyril's ear tufts, a known weak point. "Promise, okay?"

"Does the topic of anal make you uncomfortable?" The lack of a response to Cyril's question is an obvious confirmation. "Why?"

"I..." Arjun looks to the bay window and the vines in front of it. "I think that we have to focus on other things. Like our plan for saving Lynn."

At the mention of his sister, Cyril doesn't notice the obvious dodge. "Go find that wolf and his friends and beat them up."

Arjun shakes his head. "Can you move those vines for me?" His shake becomes a pointing gesture.

These vines weave in between two support columns identical to the one he already destroyed. The gap is plenty large, but Cyril still takes great care in not hitting them, concerned that the overhang would collapse on their heads. By the fifth and final one, the meowscarada has to stop for a few seconds before finishing.

"You can only move one at a time," Arjun criticizes. "And not very steadily or quickly."

"I'm just tired. I did three yesterday."

"My point is that you're not a fighter."

Cyril was hunched slightly, and straightens his posture at Arjun's words. "I can be a fighter if I need to be."

"Fine, but even if you are, you still have limits and we're not going to risk more than we have to."

"So what's your bright idea, professor?" Whenever Arjun is trying to be smart, Cyril loves to spit his profession at him.

"If I knew how to rescue her, I would've done so already."

"So what? We do nothing?"

"I already said we're going too, remember? Just carefully." Arjun pads down the porch steps. "We'll have plenty of time to hash it out on the plane. First thing I need to do is get a new pokedex." The dhole briefly turns to Cyril. "Clean up your mess while I'm gone, will you?"

*

Cyril hasn't been in a pokeball in over a month. After coming out of one to find his sister is gone, he isn't eager to find out what else might happen while he's dormant. Now, on the flight to Saffron City, he's remembering the convenience of it, skipping the tedious parts of life. Too late for that, though, he destroyed his and Arjun doesn't have a spare.

He doesn't even make an actual plan with Arjun. After all, what can they do? One meowscarada can't take down the entirety of Team Rocket. The one thing they do figure out is that locating Lynn shouldn't be difficult. The basic description of the kidnapper might be helpful, but the real key is that meowscaradas are unheard of in Kanto, so any trainer with one will stand out. That is if they're using Lynn for battle and not for the experiments Team Rocket is known for. Much of their deliberation is on what gadgets would arise.

Team Rocket already has plenty of explosives and, while meowscaradas mass production of flower bombs is impressive, the only truly useful thing they settle on is the cape. If they could replicate-or worse, harvest-the invisibility of it, they could do any number of hijinks. Maybe they could even make a full-on invisible cloak. From there, smuggling, ambushes, kidnapping, all become trivial.

By the time they land, they have no idea what to do and it's immediately apparent that the description of a lithe black wolf is useless. The airport has plenty, and the streets outside are packed full of them.

Checking into the hotel is something to do and hopefully by then they will have figured out a plan. The room isn't anything fancy, just an open space with a bed to one side and a desk to the other. They don't have much money, but they can afford something clean at least. They don't have much to unload either, Cyril doesn't wear clothes and Arjun doesn't mind wearing something a couple days in a row.

Cyril's mind is still empty as to how they're going to do this. It's filled with determination to do it and that is all. Thankfully his mate says something, "Well, I only know one person in this whole city, so let's start by asking her."

"That professor that was giving you the steamy eyes?" Cyril asks. He made himself forget about her because she was too touch-y. Even by pokemon standards. Touches here and there are friendly, but never breaking contact is uncomfortable.

"If I recall, she was giving them to you." Arjun opens the door and they both exit into the hallway. "Or was it Lynn?"

"Maybe it was all of us." The hallway is empty, as is the elevator they enter. "Is there literally anybody else, Arjun?"

"I'm open to ideas if you have any. I've dug online. There's no mention of meowscaradas in any social media or news outlets. Fuck, I even checked blogs which I learned still exist. Word of mouth is all we've got."

Head still empty, Cyril remains silent all the way through the hotel lobby and to the sidewalk. There's less people out now and the few that are are black wolves. Not all of them lithe, but it hammers home to Cyril that the only thing they have to go off of is the absence of meowscaradas in Kanto which is seeming less useful than before.

Professor Audrey's lab is close, so close that Cyril suspects that Arjun purposefully booked a hotel close to it. He knew Cyril wouldn't like it and pretended he didn't have a plan. A small lie, and if he really thought about it an understandable one, but it bothers Cyril enough to remain quiet as they enter a nondescript building and up a similar elevator they just went down.

Audrey's lab takes up the entire floor so it's impressive that she manages to have clutter everywhere. On and around what are supposed to be workstations, and machines of which Cyril only recognizes computers and pokemon regen stations. The rest are behemoths with text on the sides written with the English alphabet, but none of the words have any meaning to Cyril. The clutter itself is mostly pokeballs-hopefully empty-some the standard model, some the higher grade ones, and others even have specialty designs.

Arjun is unbothered by the mess and follows what could be called a path to where it parts around an ibex. Audrey's horns are trimmed, and that is all the care that has gone in her appearance. Her brown fur is disheveled and potentially in knots under her wrinkled lab coat and sweatpants.

She seems unsurprised to see them, giving further credence that Arjun was planning this, and greets them with a smile. "Arjun, good to see you again so soon," she says, getting up from a workstation covered in pokeballs like all the others. "And your meowscarada. Wait, didn't you have two?"

They shake paws, a weird social norm to Cyril that he thought is reserved for the first time meeting someone. "That's what I'm here for," Arjun says. "I lost track of her."

"Lost track? Stolen?" Arjun nods and Audrey's paws rest on his shoulders. "That's unfortunate." She glances at Cyril. "At least you still have this attractive," she flicks her eyes down the meowscarda's form then back up, "Gentlemen."

Cyril never felt embarrassed about his nudity, if somebody wants to take a look, they can go right ahead. He's not going to risk heat stroke for something so senseless like shame of what Arceus gave him. But something in Audrey's eyes makes him rethink that thought process. Maybe there's some individuals who shouldn't see. Not out of shame, but because Arceus didn't make him look good for their eyes.

"I never got to appreciate all of his quirks." The ibex disconnects from Arjun and walks in front of Cyril, her gaze is more analytical than salacious. "What a pretty flower! But where does it..." She feels for where the stem should be, and the space ripples like a reflection in water.

The illusion being disturbed causes instinctual panic in Cyril and he jerks back, nearly tripping over a pile of pokeballs. Maybe Arjun or Lynn can touch him there, but no way this creepy lady can.

"Oh! I remember now." Audrey intercepts Arjun from going to Cyril with a paw on his arm. "This meowscarada always kept his distance and when I tried to approach the other one he would swat my paw away. Shame you're left with the unfriendly one."

She has it backwards, Lynn is the "unfriendly one." Cyril put up with her despite how unsettling her touch is while Lynn told her off every time she saw Cyril couldn't take anymore.

Arjun should know this, yet he plays along, "Indeed, I can only handle the sourpuss by myself for so long. His sister does wonders to offset him."

"I'm not a sourpuss!" Cyril exclaims.

"What's he saying?"

"Doesn't matter. Have you heard of any meowscarada after we left?" Arjun asks.

"I have," Audrey answers. "Though I didn't think it was yours."

Cyril forgets his flash of anger. Getting his sister back at the price of dealing with the ibex is a bargain. "Really?"

Again, Audrey doesn't understand Cyril. "What's in it for me, Arjun?" she asks as she makes an obvious gesture with her eyes at the meowscarada.

"We helped you with your garganacl."

"You got paid for that."

Arjun seems lost as to what to offer her. Either that or he's hesitant to offer her what she obviously wants: an inspection of Cyril's body.

Cyril doesn't share in the indecision, instead he is silent because he's trying to form English in his head. Arjun clearly isn't going to translate for him. "Exchange ra-rad-righd do douch me." Cyril can't tell if Audrey's look of confusion is because of how bad his English is or that he's speaking it at all. He comes up with a sentence that doesn't use "T" or "L." "Cara-can gra-grad-grope me in exchange." The sentence comes out with palpable effort except the "me" since it's something the meowscarada says constantly.

"How old is he? He sounds like a child."

"Eighteen. He's a slow learner."

"Slow learner?" Cyril is speaking his usual language and, knowing Audrey can't understand it, uses whatever words come to mind. "Let's see this bitch learn my language. Or you, Arjun, learn to understand more than two pokemon. Not my fault y'all made your language so hard to pronounce. Try speaking my la..."

"You are so adorable!" Audrey interrupts Cyril's tirade. "'Meow, meow, meow, meow.' You're trying to sound tough, which just makes it all the cuter." She approaches him, kicking pokeballs out of her way. "I accept your offer, meowscarada."

Cyril wants this over with as fast as possible, so he places the ibex's paw on the green part of his cape and says in English, "Five me-minudes." Making that "F" sound feels wrong. He was able to say it perfectly when he was a Floragato and now it's like bending his knee the wrong way.

Audrey uses her time efficiently, using both paws independently, making Cyril realize how long it actually is. One paw starts on his thigh (dangerously close to his sheath) and plays with the poofy fur there, then to his collar, and finally to his mask and ears. The other paw traces the bottom edge of his cape and the black decals of it before going up to the invisible part. She doesn't seem too fascinated by the rippling of space, instead finds the stem of his flower and strokes it up and down. An unpleasant sensation, but not as unpleasant as the fingering of the petals. The only thoughts in Cyril's mind are of how easy it would be to blossom his flower and dart away. One wouldn't kill her, he thinks, just make her never want to touch me again.

Cyril's hostility is plain to see and Audrey takes her paws off of him. "I don't know if it's been five minutes," she says. "But I think I should stop now." She whirls around to face Arjun instead. "I don't know much. Some wolf calling herself Rain made a scene at an underground fighting ring."

"Arceus," Cyril interjects in pokemon language. "There's underground fighting rings too?"

"Shush your mewing. I go there to find exotic pokemon and, with some trading, obtain them. It's where I got that garganacl. Anyway, Rain won some battles she wasn't supposed to and people lost some money and got mad. Especially since the way meowscaradas fight looks like they're cheating. Y'know all that misdirection and invisible cape and stuff. After that, I tried to find her, but she never showed up again. And that was weeks ago so I gave up."

With the information gathered, Cyril has no reason to stand the ibex's presence. "I'm leaving, Arjun," he says, then does so without anyone taking notice. He expects Arjun to follow, but finds himself alone in the hallway.

Back at the hotel, Cyril collapses onto the bed. Not exhausted, not physically anyway. He knows he hasn't been, but he feels betrayed by his mate. Like he was left to fight a battle he isn't equipped for by himself. More than anything, he wants to break something, anything. But that would only cause more trouble so he lets his anger simmer.

The meowscarada hears the door open behind him, but doesn't move even when he hears familiar footsteps come behind him. He recognizes the scent too, which is a disappointment; he wishes it to be an intruder. He doesn't want to be angry at his mate, and was hoping it would go away by the time he returned.

"I know you want to mope," Arjun says, lying presumptuously naked next to Cyril. "But there's not anywhere else for me to go."

"Who says I can't mope while you're here?" Cyril asks to the bed more than to his mate.

"I should have told you that we were going to see her, okay?" Arjun goes for the meowscarada's ear tufts, but is deflected by his flower. "I just thought you'd complain about it the whole way here, and I didn't think she would be worse than before. I'm sorry."

"Were the insults necessary?"

"I suppose not, no, but I was saying what she wanted to hear. Y'know how some people are." The dhole nudges Cyril playfully, seemingly trying to make him face him. "They like to feel superior to someone, especially when they're not. But it got us a name, remember."

"If it even is a name."

"Come on, there can't be that many wolves who go by Rain."

"You can spell Rad-rada..." Cyril attempts English for the wolf's name since he's trying to refer to the English word, but his tongue only wants to form the "rada" part of his pokemon language. "'Rain,'" discouraged by his struggle, he switches back to his usual speech, "Three different ways, and it's just a word, so how can we even search it?"

"We can't really. Maybe with a last name, but for now we'll just have to ask around."

"That's our plan? Ask the whole city about a mysterious wolf named Rain that has a meowscarada?"

"We knew this wasn't going to be easy, Cye." The dhole scooches closer and drapes an arm across Cyril's shoulders. "We just have to be patient and persistent."

"It's just that Audrey said that was the only appearance of a meowscarada." The touch tempers Cyril's anger and he leans into his mate's arm, now talking into his chest instead of the bed. "That was weeks ago. Anything could've happened to Lynn."

"We can't think like that. Focus on what could be happening to her, okay?"

Determination replaces Cyril's exhaustion, urging him to skip sleep and go out searching right now. Seemingly sensing this, Arjun amends his statement, "Not too much focus, though, persistent patience is still our strategy."

That newfound energy still has to go somewhere-Cyril can't sleep with it-and he isn't as mad at his mate as before. He pushes further into Arjun's breast and takes in the pleasant scent of his mate. To remedy the lack of arousal in it, the meowscarada flicks his tongue along Arjun's areola. Then closes his lips on the stiff nipple.

It has the intended effect and, to deal with the problem he created, Cyril pushes Arjun to move on his back. When he doesn't move, the meowscarada lightly smacks the dhole on the nose with his flower. Arjun recoils and, not disconnecting from his nipple, Cyril climbs atop him as he rolls on his back.

In this position, Cyril either mates with Arjun's muzzle and finishes him with a paw after, or he frots with his cock. However, the meowscarada is recalling the conversation they had with Lovenzo and right after Lovenzo left. It seemed like he was uncomfortable with the idea of mating that way, but thinking back on it, Cyril isn't sure he read the conversation correctly. Arjun was uncomfortable, that's for sure. The reason why is hard to discern. With Lovenzo there it made a little sense, he's just shy talking with others about mating. But when they were alone he still didn't want to talk about it. Either because he's so against it, or because...

"You fall asleep?" Arjun's voice brings him back to the present moment.

The meowscarada crawls up the dhole's body and rests his head next to his. Cyril doesn't want to try anything new-he's plenty satisfied mating with Arjun's throat-and he doesn't want to pressure Arjun to do anything he doesn't want to do. But the possibility of an unfulfilled desire is enough reason to bring it up. "You were weird when Lovenzo brought up anal and in the conversation we had afterwards. Is that because you're disgusted by the idea or because you're embarrassed about wanting to try it?"

"Do you want to?" Arjun shoots back.

"No, but if you do, I'm willing to." His mate only gives him silence, and Cyril can't see his expression so he guesses what Arjun wants. "I never got any good with my mouth like you so it'd make sense if you wanted to actually mate into something."

"Are you sure?"

"Arjun, please." Cyril grabs his mate around his back and, showing his strength and speed, reverses their positions in an instant. "Made me," he intended to use English for dramatic effect and discovers he can't pronounce his default word for sex so he uses another. "F-fu-fuck me."

Despite the struggle, Cyril gets the change in mood from Arjun he's hoping for. The uncertainty and embarrassment that was in his mate's voice is absent in his features as he lifts himself to hover his muzzle in front of Cyril. Instead there's excitement and eagerness, mostly in his smile and black tail that the meowscarada can see as it wags to either side.

Arjun ruffles an ear tuft with the paw not holding him up and kisses Cyril. It's gentle and short, just the length of time it takes for the dhole's paw to drift down to line himself up to the meowscarada's anus. Then he breaks the kiss to say, "I don't have lube you w..."

"F-fuck me, a'ready," Cyril interrupts with English since he got such a positive response before. Unfortunately, the letter "L" is still beyond his abilities; he doesn't know where to put his tongue.

"Alright, alright." Arjun pushes against the meowscarada's ring and the tip slips inside.

While it is tapered, it doesn't _feel _like it to Cyril. The reason he never got good at oral is because of his mate's girth; it hurts to stretch his jaws past the head. A manageable pain, but enough that focusing on the task at paw-or rather in mouth-is difficult. It's easier, and therefore more pleasurable for Arjun, to suckle on the glans and work the rest of it with a paw.

Arjun stills before any of his real thickness penetrates, allowing the pain and discomfort to fade. However, the meowscarada knows it'll come back and, wanting to get it over with, he says, "Da-don' s'op sdop." Being too stubborn to give up and talk in his native language, he rephrases, "Give me everyving."

"Everything?"

"Everyving," Cyril confirms.

Regret. His mate does it slowly, lovingly even, however, he doesn't notice Cyril's labored breathing. And Arjun doesn't just give him the entire shaft, he gets the knot in too. Even partially inflated, the meowscarada could never get a paw around it-two paws, maybe.

Arjun's awareness returns and he asks,"You okay?" Cyril nods. "I'll pull out." He tries and, while he isn't locked inside, he would have to yank the knot out. "In a second."

"I wan-wand." Giving up on "want," Cyril settles on a different word and likes the increased intensity of it. "I da-desire vis."

"Did you become a masochist while I wasn't looking? And uhh..." Arjun closes a paw around Cyril's sheath, which only has the pink tip peeking out.

"I da-desire because you desire. And I," the meowscarada can't pronounce the next word and there's no suitable one-word substitution so he begrudgingly falls back on his pokemon language, "love you."

"That's sweet." Having deflated a little, Arjun frees his knot and he begins carefully extracting the rest. "But I can't enjoy something that hurts you. We'll do something else, okay?"

Cyril didn't notice before, but underneath the pain and discomfort there's a pleasant fullness. There was anyway, now there's an unpleasant emptiness. There's still a phantom ache, but that full sensation gives him hope that this could be pleasurable. If such a possibility exists, he owes it to both himself and his mate to explore it. Pain be damned, he will see this through.

"Fuck me, my made." Cyril forgot he can't pronounce "mate."

"Your maid?" Cyril doesn't find it funny, yet Arjun falls forward in hysterics, inadvertently sinking a few inches back into Cyril. Evidently, the meowscarada has relaxed substantially, to have accepted so much of that thickness without any real effort. "I didn't know you were into that kind of roleplay."

"Again."

"Hmm?" Arjun asks, pulling himself together. "What'd you say?"

Cyril thinks for a moment, formulating a sentence he can pronounce and hating that the best he can come up with makes him "sound like a child." He likes how him speaking English is impacting his mate so he says it anyway, "Is good now. I desire again."

Arjun picks himself up off of Cyril to pierce him with searching, hazel eyes. "Promise you're not lying?" he asks, shifting his weight to one arm so that the other cups the side of Cyril's face behind the mask. "I desire only if you desire because..." His mate doesn't need to echo the rest of Cyril's statement. It's already communicated through the gentle caress of his fingers, the concern in his eyes and, most important to Cyril, the cock in his ass eager to do it right this time.

"I da-do so..." Before Cyril can utter what are becoming his two favorite words, Arjun plunges his hips forward, seemingly more than intended as his balance falters.

"If I see that look on your face again, we're stopping. I don't care how insistent you are."

Arjun adjusts to the looser mating tunnel and adopts an agonizingly slow pace, twenty seconds or so for each motion of his hips before he goes the other way. Still, Cyril feels a nice tingle that finally gets him fully out of his sheath. He thinks that makes his pleasure obvious, but Arjun continues to examine his face with uncomfortable scrutiny. When the meowscarada closes his eyes, he knows those eyes are still boring into him, so it doesn't help any.

"Sdop 'ook-sdare." Cyril's mate stops the wrong thing. "Cease your eyes."

Finally unlocking his eyes from Cyril's face, Arjun glances at his erection. "You really are enjoying this, aren't you?" He lowers himself on the meowscarada, muzzle resting below the pink collar.

Cyril doesn't answer with words, instead with soft moans into his mate's ears. He can't help it, and he surely can't form English with so much stimulation. Arjun is thrusting in earnest now, and Cyril is pressing his mate's torso into his erection. That short, soft fur tickling his cock while his mate's cock tickles his insides is unlike any of their previous matings.

If Cyril had one complaint, however, it would be that Arjun's equally-audible pleasure is being taken from-not given by-him. He consoles himself with the ability to heighten it by constricting his tunnel now and again, but it's not the same. If he had another, it would be that Arjun isn't trying to get his knot inside. In previous matings, especially frotting, it just gets in the way so it would be absurd to not use it here.

The meowscarada launches himself off his back and, in the process, Arjun onto his. In his haste, he nearly throws Arjun off the bed and now drags him to the center of it. That empty feeling is back, worsened by an unattended erection, so Cyril doesn't wait for the dhole to get his bearings. He straddles him, finds his cock, and fills himself with it.

The stretching sensation is now a welcome one and, thankfully, there's more to stretch around than what he was getting before. He grinds his ring on the knot, intense satisfaction flowing through him now that he's finally getting something around it. It's close to full size so he couldn't dream of getting his paws or mouth around it.

Cyril stops before he gets it fully inside, knowing that if he does Arjun will climax. He's looking forward to that, but he wants to as well, so he takes one of his mate's paws kneading his haunches and brings it to his dripping member. "Service me," he commands in English, despite it being unnecessary-Arjun is already pumping away, that thumb teasing one of his barbs or his glans at random. The meowscarada humps into that paw; both because of instinct and because it moves his tunnel, keeping Arjun from falling away from the edge of orgasm. It doesn't take long for Cyril to pass the point of no return and, right before he begins shooting, he ties with his mate.

They ejaculate in sync. Cyril's orgasm is unlike any previous one. Instead of it being centered around his cock, it stems from his cock and his ass. And that sense of fullness permeates the entire thing, amplified by the addition of the knot and the cum flooding into him. It smells different, too, with only his own seed in the air while Arjun's is trapped inside him. He's never just smelled his own. Sometimes both of their cum (frotting), sometimes just Arjun's, and sometimes neither since they both swallowed it, but never just his.

One thing that is exactly the same, however, is that the orgasm ebbs into a need to cuddle. He tries to fall forward, but is still locked onto his mate, so he twists around to fall backwards instead. The instant his back touches fur, arms wrap around him.

They lay there for a while, recovering and content. Before either can drift into unconsciousness, Arjun says, "Your English is getting better."

"I used my speak once," Cyril replies in English.

"Yes, 'L' seems to be an issue for you."

Their mouths are differently shaped so it takes a few minutes of coaching before Cyril can say, "I love you, Arjun."

"Love you too, Cye." Arjun nuzzles into the top of the meowscarada's head. "Now, what else were you struggling with? 'T' and the 'Th' sound?"