{"sf1_id":220473,"sf2_id":"rn9V26K1","title":"Timing","author":"Sorinkat","words":3726,"posted_at":"2011-02-08T03:36:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Bunny","Cheating","M/M","Oral","Tiger"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/220473-timing","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rn9V26K1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/f8/f0/f8f0c7bd-a15b-4987-901f-d69c15422fcb","description":"","content":"\u0026nbsp;\n\n**Timing**  \n  \nBy Sorin  \n  \nI'm sure lots things go through the head of a\u0026nbsp;guy\u0026nbsp;when he's getting sucked off. Rapture, frustration at the lack of skill, amazement in the willingness to\u0026nbsp;take\u0026nbsp;some guys dick into one's mouth. My mind was on a phone call to my boyfriend, which strikes me as odd even when I think about it, especially since that blow job I was getting, was by the hottest rabbit in Nuvel. That's not to say that he wasn't a\u0026nbsp;skilled\u0026nbsp;boy, hardly. It's\u0026nbsp;more\u0026nbsp;that my meetings with him have been gnawing at me lately; in fact, I had come to his apartment to call the whole thing off. Ya right, there was no surprise at the situation I found myself in, on Friday night after work. The bunny's name is Mi, and he is the cutest boy I have ever seen; white as the fallen snow, piercing jade green eyes, lean like a school girl, and with a smile that would melt ice in the middle of winter. And crafty, he had me wrapped around his finger, and we both knew it.  \n  \n== \\\u003c\\*\\\u003e ==  \n  \nHow cliche is it that everything started at a party? I showed up, a little late, with Trevor, he's my Boyfriend, by the way. The party was at a trendy condo, up on the bluff over the city, owned by our host. Anton was a wolf, a minor socialite, and an Ex. He throws fabulous parties, and socially speaking, missing one of Anton's parties was tantamount to committing social suicide. Breaking up with Anton could have been the same, thankfully it was\u0026nbsp;congenial.\n\n\u0026nbsp; When someone thinks of a social gathering, a few images probably come to mind. Fancy drinks soft music, and people wandering pretending to be more\u0026nbsp;compelling\u0026nbsp;than they actually are. All of it was all\u0026nbsp;present\u0026nbsp;tonight. Perhaps it was fate that Trevor left early claiming a headache, we had been together long enough that I knew that was a lie. Trevor is not terribly into the social scene, in fact, he hates it. He has gotten used to making an appearance for appearance sake, mostly due to my\u0026nbsp;insistence\u0026nbsp;and then drift off home before getting too involved. Sometimes when I actually sit down and think back on the events of this night, I blame him for the situation I'm in. It's not\u0026nbsp;fair, but my mind drifts there any\u0026nbsp;way\u0026nbsp;especially when I'm in a funk.  \n  \n\"Marc, there's my favorite tiger, I want you to meet someone\" Anton's words are burned into my brain, they started all of it. Listen to me,\u0026nbsp;here\u0026nbsp;I am\u0026nbsp;again\u0026nbsp;trying to blame someone else. I know this\u0026nbsp;mess\u0026nbsp;is all because of me and my dick. No matter how I write it, or\u0026nbsp;say\u0026nbsp;it or think it, I know the truth. Regardless, it still amazes me how such\u0026nbsp;basic\u0026nbsp;words can start a chain reaction that leads you down paths you would not have considered before. Anton took my arm leading me gently, but insistently through a small group of people to the foyer. That was the first time I saw\u0026nbsp;Mi. He was just taking off his coat. The bunny was dressed in a\u0026nbsp;cute\u0026nbsp;little\u0026nbsp;outfit\u0026nbsp;of pinks and\u0026nbsp;purples\u0026nbsp;that would normally be beyond my threshold of gay stereotype, except that he wore it so well. I'm sure I stared for a\u0026nbsp;moment\u0026nbsp;because I noticed Anton's\u0026nbsp;slight\u0026nbsp;smirk as he nudged my arm and made introductions.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Mi, this is Marc\" my\u0026nbsp;paw\u0026nbsp;was\u0026nbsp;out\u0026nbsp;to\u0026nbsp;shake\u0026nbsp;before I even thought of it \"Marc owns a small advertising firm in the downtown area.\" His\u0026nbsp;shake\u0026nbsp;is just what I would\u0026nbsp;imagine, soft, effeminate, but there is some\u0026nbsp;strength\u0026nbsp;there, enough firmness so\u0026nbsp;show\u0026nbsp;he's involved in the social gesture, but not committed to it. As his hand drops and the\u0026nbsp;introduction\u0026nbsp;seems to sink in I see an immediate change in his demeanor and I know\u0026nbsp;immediately\u0026nbsp;that Anton is networking for him the young male, not that I mind. \"Mi is a model, just recently moved here from Los Estrellas. \" We made small talk, had a few drinks with Anton, and a few more after Anton wandered off to\u0026nbsp;visit\u0026nbsp;with his other guests, and we ended up in Anton's guestroom.  \n  \nThe first time is always most\u0026nbsp;memorable. I remember Mi's\u0026nbsp;scent\u0026nbsp;as I drew his shirt off. The moonlight coming in through the window caught the white fur of his chest. I remember leaning in trying to\u0026nbsp;catch\u0026nbsp;moon beams with my teeth. All I actually caught was the softness of his\u0026nbsp;fur\u0026nbsp;and his moans as my tongue explored his\u0026nbsp;lean\u0026nbsp;chest. His hands were\u0026nbsp;hesitant, I don't know to this\u0026nbsp;day\u0026nbsp;how much was an\u0026nbsp;act, but he seemed vulnerable.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; His paws explored my chest, down to my pants, he undid them slowly. I almost stopped him, I swear I did, my\u0026nbsp;brain\u0026nbsp;was screaming at for me to\u0026nbsp;stop, to zip up my pants and go home to Trevor. I thought that up until he started to lick me, gods he had a skillful tongue, teasing, caressing, playful and yet with a purpose.  \n  \n\"Am\u0026nbsp;I\u0026nbsp;your first feline...?\" I asked with a huff and a growl as his tongue continued carefully exploring the barbs on my penis. He looked up at me and nodded. He might have been lying, but it was just the right lie. I throbbed when his tongue touched me next. He continued teasing, coaxing\u0026nbsp;slippery\u0026nbsp;trickles of\u0026nbsp;pre\u0026nbsp;out of my length and onto his eager tongue. I stroked his ears something that made him shiver intensely.  \n  \nIt was almost torture to pull him away, but I drew his\u0026nbsp;muzzle\u0026nbsp;from my arousal and our eyes met. It was a long\u0026nbsp;moment\u0026nbsp;before I picked him up in my arms and carried him over to the bed, pausing to kiss him as I reached the edge. I dropped him on the bed, a little squeak escaping his\u0026nbsp;muzzle, and a\u0026nbsp;soft\u0026nbsp;giggle\u0026nbsp;as he wriggled out of his pants leaving them in a pool on the floor. From someone else, that giggle might have killed the mood, from MI... I crawled onto the bed panting softly, arousal throbbing gently and growled softly. The room smelled of our musk making my head\u0026nbsp;buzz. The condom was such an afterthought as\u0026nbsp;hot\u0026nbsp;as I was I'm genuinely amazed that I even remember putting it on now that I look back.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I pinned him to the bed, pushing my\u0026nbsp;muzzle\u0026nbsp;into the crook of his neck and my cock into the tight heat under his tail. I'm sure I was\u0026nbsp;rough\u0026nbsp;with\u0026nbsp;eagerness; I\u0026nbsp;faintly\u0026nbsp;remember his\u0026nbsp;gasp\u0026nbsp;of surprised pain. But what I remember most was\u0026nbsp;hot\u0026nbsp;tight he was, how hot. I clutched him to me starting to move inside him panting. A\u0026nbsp;soft\u0026nbsp;growl started to\u0026nbsp;build\u0026nbsp;in my chest. His voice rose in\u0026nbsp;pleasure, and I started to\u0026nbsp;believe\u0026nbsp;that I might be his first\u0026nbsp;feline. Even though the rubber he clenched on me. His fingers pressed through my fur. Soft, restrained gasps of pleasure turning into cries as my thrusts grew longer drawing my barbs over his my insides stretching him. I could feel him hard against my stomach, throbbing each time I pushed into him. Mi's cries grew in urgency, in tandem with my\u0026nbsp;soft\u0026nbsp;grunting growls.  \n  \nPleasure grew and with a\u0026nbsp;roar\u0026nbsp;I pushed into him, hips trembling jerking and I came inside him. The haze of\u0026nbsp;bliss\u0026nbsp;took longer than usual to\u0026nbsp;clear. When it did, I found myself panting and licking him. His little coos of\u0026nbsp;pleasure\u0026nbsp;were probably the cutest\u0026nbsp;sound\u0026nbsp;I've ever heard. I drew back, surprised to find my tummy\u0026nbsp;fur\u0026nbsp;slick and matted. I don't even remember him cumming. I drew out of him slowly and kissed him, relaxing with him until the sounds from the\u0026nbsp;party\u0026nbsp;below\u0026nbsp;started to\u0026nbsp;filter\u0026nbsp;back into our ears.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; When we finally rejoined the party Anton didn't say a thing, though I could see his\u0026nbsp;understanding\u0026nbsp;in his eyes and I would be surprised if he didn't hear us. I seem to have this reputation as a\u0026nbsp;player\u0026nbsp;which I\u0026nbsp;suppose\u0026nbsp;is supported by the number of boyfriends I've had. Up until now it actually was undeserved I have been with Trevor now for over a year. And contrary to rumor I've never cheated on a single one of my Ex's until now. I don't think that\u0026nbsp;realization\u0026nbsp;actually hit me that night; I was pretty drunk, and floating on post-orgasmic bliss. I don't think I was in love, but I was certainly in lust with\u0026nbsp;Mi.  \n  \nI got home that night late, thankfully smelling more of Booze than Mi, mostly due to the\u0026nbsp;shower\u0026nbsp;that me and Mi had shared before rejoining the\u0026nbsp;party. Climbing into bed with Trevor, I felt a little\u0026nbsp;pang\u0026nbsp;of guilt as he snuggled back up against me. He is so\u0026nbsp;trusting\u0026nbsp;thankfully the booze carried me away.  \n  \n== \\\u003c\\*\\\u003e ==  \n  \nMi looks up at me with curious eyes; I know he wants to ask why I don't seem to\u0026nbsp;be\u0026nbsp;into the blowjob he's giving me. Thankfully he doesn't ask, because I'm not sure if I could\u0026nbsp;answer\u0026nbsp;him right now. Mi has a\u0026nbsp;skilled\u0026nbsp;mouth, and can usually\u0026nbsp;get\u0026nbsp;me off\u0026nbsp;quickly, which is saying something because I tend to be hard to get off orally, Anton commented about it just before we broke up and said it probably has to do with my\u0026nbsp;desire\u0026nbsp;get\u0026nbsp;under the\u0026nbsp;tail\u0026nbsp;of my partner, fuck all the four\u0026nbsp;play\u0026nbsp;figuratively speaking. I don't think that's it, I\u0026nbsp;like\u0026nbsp;oral sex well enough. It's just that so few people genuinely\u0026nbsp;know\u0026nbsp;how to do it right.\u0026nbsp;Mi\u0026nbsp;knows how to do it right, the first time he sucked me off I came in\u0026nbsp;quick; I still remember how shocked I was.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; == \\\u003c\\*\\\u003e ==  \n  \nI signed\u0026nbsp;Mi\u0026nbsp;to a modeling\u0026nbsp;contract\u0026nbsp;the following Monday. My motivations were not all selfish. Mi is an exceptionally talented\u0026nbsp;model. I had him audition for two of my\u0026nbsp;talent\u0026nbsp;scouts. He could have gotten a job at any agency in the city. The selfish part came in my desire to have him work for mine. That evening was the first time he sucked me off to\u0026nbsp;completion.  \n  \nIt was after hours, most of the employees had gone home. A knock at the door drew my attention in time to\u0026nbsp;watch\u0026nbsp;Mi's\u0026nbsp;entrance, all hips and happy smiles. Believe it or not I honestly thought he had come to talk to me about some aspect of his contract. I continued to believe this until he reached my desk. I turned my chair away from my desk to talk to him, as I would with any of my staff. I hate talking over a desk it feels more\u0026nbsp;personal\u0026nbsp;to talk to them without anything between me and them. Without a word, he knelt undoing my pants with deft movements. He was so\u0026nbsp;confident\u0026nbsp;as though he knew I wanted this. By the time, he\u0026nbsp;hand\u0026nbsp;my pants open I couldn't have convinced him otherwise. My\u0026nbsp;scent\u0026nbsp;was\u0026nbsp;strong\u0026nbsp;musky and excited. His eyes closed as he brought his nose to my\u0026nbsp;tip\u0026nbsp;a breathy\u0026nbsp;puff\u0026nbsp;of warm air drew in my scent. His tongue slipped out and over the barbed\u0026nbsp;head\u0026nbsp;of my dick. He licked me with much more confidence than at the\u0026nbsp;party\u0026nbsp;and took me into his mouth. His hands gripped the\u0026nbsp;base\u0026nbsp;of my dick as his muzzle began to move on me. Just the\u0026nbsp;head\u0026nbsp;at first making me growl softly, tense and relax claws flexing on his shoulder. I arched my hips as his muzzle slide down my length, bobbing, licking the\u0026nbsp;tip\u0026nbsp;when he drew back. Heat, wetness movement, and before I realized it, I was stifling a snarl into my arm as I throbbed pulses of my musky heat splashing over his tongue. It was the most intense\u0026nbsp;climax\u0026nbsp;I've ever had from a\u0026nbsp;guy's\u0026nbsp;muzzle\u0026nbsp;and probably ever will have. After that he almost shyly tucked me back in kissing me on the cheek and left.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I spent 20 minutes in the office afterwards trying to\u0026nbsp;clear\u0026nbsp;my head before heading home to Trevor. My husky had\u0026nbsp;dinner\u0026nbsp;all ready for me, which caused another pang of guilt at his caring.  \n  \n== \\\u003c\\*\\\u003e ==  \n  \nMi lowered lowers his head to resume his\u0026nbsp;work. I reach out to stop him. The memories coming back to me has me hard again. I'm panting just a little my mouth open to say something. I have a\u0026nbsp;brief\u0026nbsp;inkling\u0026nbsp;to stop him. I want to come to my senses about all this, but I don't. The words wont\u0026nbsp;come\u0026nbsp;so I lean\u0026nbsp;down\u0026nbsp;to kiss him instead.  \n  \n\"I don't\u0026nbsp;want\u0026nbsp;to\u0026nbsp;finish\u0026nbsp;in your mouth tonight sweetie...\" My words trail off, part of my\u0026nbsp;brain\u0026nbsp;screaming at me, that this isn't why I came over to his apartment; I came to talk to him. But he just smiles and nods.  \n  \n\"Ok\" a\u0026nbsp;soft\u0026nbsp;little\u0026nbsp;half\u0026nbsp;word, half\u0026nbsp;sound\u0026nbsp;and he stands up straddling my\u0026nbsp;lap\u0026nbsp;to let me\u0026nbsp;kiss\u0026nbsp;him\u0026nbsp;more\u0026nbsp;which I do. The guilty part of my\u0026nbsp;brain\u0026nbsp;pushed back by the lust Mi fans in my\u0026nbsp;gut\u0026nbsp;just by being who he is.  \n  \n== \\\u003c\\*\\\u003e ==  \n  \n\"Put Mi on the Spencer ad\u0026nbsp;pitch\" everyone stares at me for a moment and then back to the meeting at hand. Ok, it's strange perhaps. Mi has been here two weeks. The Spencer\u0026nbsp;account\u0026nbsp;is\u0026nbsp;huge. Like I said before, he is an excellent model. Add to that, he has an ass that will Sell Jeans, I know. He also fits the\u0026nbsp;market\u0026nbsp;demographic not that I would tell Mr. Spencer that his\u0026nbsp;major\u0026nbsp;clientele\u0026nbsp;are\u0026nbsp;twinky\u0026nbsp;little faggots.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Mi's head shots\u0026nbsp;go\u0026nbsp;to the client along with a few mock-ups. They love it. I call him into my\u0026nbsp;office\u0026nbsp;to tell him. He's ecstatic. I\u0026nbsp;take\u0026nbsp;him out to lunch to celebrate. It's something I do with all my models when they sign a contract. Where the\u0026nbsp;lunch\u0026nbsp;date diverges from my\u0026nbsp;normal\u0026nbsp;client\u0026nbsp;boss\u0026nbsp;celebrations are when I\u0026nbsp;go\u0026nbsp;to wash my hands. I hear the door open, this is\u0026nbsp;normal\u0026nbsp;so I don't look over until I hear the lock snap into place. I\u0026nbsp;turn\u0026nbsp;curiously before I realize who it is\u0026nbsp;Mi\u0026nbsp;is kissing me. My first\u0026nbsp;urge\u0026nbsp;is to stop him, push him\u0026nbsp;away\u0026nbsp;were in a public restroom. I don't though. The kiss deepens my tongue pushed into his\u0026nbsp;muzzle\u0026nbsp;his own caressing mine in return.  \n  \n\"What am I going to do with you Mi\" I growl softly pushing him away slightly against the skink. It's one of those granite deals. I\u0026nbsp;push\u0026nbsp;him over the\u0026nbsp;counter\u0026nbsp;reaching down to and\u0026nbsp;undo\u0026nbsp;Mi's pants pushing them down below the curve of his rump. His tail twitches invitingly and I can't help but\u0026nbsp;lick\u0026nbsp;a finger and\u0026nbsp;push\u0026nbsp;it under that cute little twitching invitation. He squeals muffling the\u0026nbsp;sound\u0026nbsp;in his arm pushing back on my finger with a groan. I\u0026nbsp;work\u0026nbsp;my finger inside him a few times before unzipping my pants. I am\u0026nbsp;hard\u0026nbsp;already and holding the\u0026nbsp;base\u0026nbsp;of my dick pushing the head against his tail\u0026nbsp;hole. I\u0026nbsp;push\u0026nbsp;up into him nothing but a bit of spit I rubbed onto my length and the\u0026nbsp;pre\u0026nbsp;drooling from my tip. Mi grips the\u0026nbsp;counter\u0026nbsp;groaning taking my\u0026nbsp;length\u0026nbsp;in\u0026nbsp;deep\u0026nbsp;and clenching on me. I lean over his back starting to\u0026nbsp;roll\u0026nbsp;my hips firmly, deeply moving inside him bringing my hand up to help\u0026nbsp;muffle\u0026nbsp;his cries as I thrust deeply inside him.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp;press\u0026nbsp;my\u0026nbsp;muzzle\u0026nbsp;against his back to\u0026nbsp;muffle\u0026nbsp;my snarl as I cum in him hips jerking slightly. I want to stay there inside him feeling him clench gently around me. The knock at the door starts us back to reality.  \n  \n\"Are you ok sir?\" I'm pretty sure it's one of the waiters, his voice muffled through the door.  \n  \n\"Yes, just a moment.\" I call out, hoping my voice sounds normal. I pull out of\u0026nbsp;Mi\u0026nbsp;as quietly as I can I use a towel to clean us up. We leave the bathroom. I can see the waiter, a collie, wrinkle his nose at the heavy musk of sex. Sardonically my\u0026nbsp;last\u0026nbsp;thoughts before we leave the restaurant are how I probably wont be able to come back to this place. It's a shame; I\u0026nbsp;truly\u0026nbsp;did like their Ceviche.  \n  \n== \\\u003c\\*\\\u003e ==  \n  \nMi rubs himself against me as my mind wanders again, and I come back to his hand wrapped around me. I pull his hand away. He pouts cutely slipping out of my lap. Mi walks over to his bedroom door, pausing, green eyes half lidded. He looks back at me before slipping into the\u0026nbsp;darkness\u0026nbsp;of his bedroom his\u0026nbsp;lovely\u0026nbsp;white tail almost flashing as it flicks in the darkness catching the hall lights.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; == \\\u003c\\*\\\u003e ==  \n  \nTrevor is away on business which is something that happens to\u0026nbsp;rarely\u0026nbsp;that I'm\u0026nbsp;rather\u0026nbsp;at a loss about how to\u0026nbsp;occupy\u0026nbsp;myself. I'm so used to coming home to my\u0026nbsp;husky\u0026nbsp;that it's actually\u0026nbsp;rather\u0026nbsp;jarring when he's not\u0026nbsp;around. I'm so distracted that I almost walk into\u0026nbsp;Mi\u0026nbsp;as he's stepping out of the changing room late last Friday. He smells of strawberry soap and, I have to grab his\u0026nbsp;arm\u0026nbsp;to keep from knocking him down.  \n  \n\"Sorry\" he murmurs, lowering his eyes. It's a\u0026nbsp;ploy, I know it is. His coy\u0026nbsp;act\u0026nbsp;is so predictable and yet I'm happy to let myself fall for it.  \n  \n\"It's ok; I should have been looking where I was going.\" Such a\u0026nbsp;frank\u0026nbsp;statement\u0026nbsp;but we\u0026nbsp;hold\u0026nbsp;there for a longer moment. I finally release his arm, almost awkwardly and wish him a\u0026nbsp;good\u0026nbsp;night making my way to my car. I'm on the\u0026nbsp;road\u0026nbsp;back home before it strikes me, the\u0026nbsp;solution\u0026nbsp;to my problem, and I have my phone out calling\u0026nbsp;Mi. I don't even think about the strangeness of inviting him over for dinner when my boyfriend is away. Ok, that's not\u0026nbsp;precisely\u0026nbsp;true. I\u0026nbsp;push\u0026nbsp;the strangeness of the situation aside as the phone rings. He answers\u0026nbsp;pretty\u0026nbsp;quickly\u0026nbsp;Of course he would like to come over for dinner, he's just happy to keep me company while Trevor is\u0026nbsp;away. I call a restaurant that I\u0026nbsp;like\u0026nbsp;and order food for us. It's true I can't\u0026nbsp;cook\u0026nbsp;it's not among my skills Trevor is the cook. I'm just putting on some music when the doorbell rings. He is there, standing on the porch, lit by the overhead light like a runway model.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Mi comes in. I open a bottle of wine. We talk casually like we do this every weekend until the food I ordered arrives. He makes a joke about all the work I've done slaving in the kitchen. I swat him on the\u0026nbsp;butt\u0026nbsp;as I\u0026nbsp;set\u0026nbsp;out plates. We eat, finishing the bottle of wine and starting another. We end up on the couch. He's pressed closed to me, and I can smell him. We try to keep talking, the conversation slowly dying into silence.  \n  \nHis lips press to\u0026nbsp;mine\u0026nbsp;almost\u0026nbsp;causing my wine glass to\u0026nbsp;slip\u0026nbsp;from my fingers before I\u0026nbsp;set\u0026nbsp;it on the table my arms wrapping around him drawing him close. He's hot and\u0026nbsp;eager\u0026nbsp;and so am I. I can feel\u0026nbsp;him,\u0026nbsp;he\u0026nbsp;is\u0026nbsp;hard\u0026nbsp;against my stomach pressing close straining. His tongue brushes my\u0026nbsp;muzzle, curling lightly against my lips as my hands\u0026nbsp;find\u0026nbsp;the taught curve of his rump rubbing. My fingers\u0026nbsp;slip\u0026nbsp;up under his tail, which makes him\u0026nbsp;shiver, with a soft groan. I\u0026nbsp;feel\u0026nbsp;his tail twitches against my fingers his paws slipping down my stomach and into the\u0026nbsp;front\u0026nbsp;of my slacks closing\u0026nbsp;lightly\u0026nbsp;on my erection squeezing my hard\u0026nbsp;length\u0026nbsp;in his\u0026nbsp;small\u0026nbsp;soft paws. I'm already leaking into his fingers as he strokes me in the tight confines of my pants. His other paw moving to undo my pants to free my cock as I growl softly in his ear a\u0026nbsp;low, rumbling sound. I\u0026nbsp;feel\u0026nbsp;him\u0026nbsp;shiver\u0026nbsp;against me in response to my growl, a primal reaction 'prey' tends to\u0026nbsp;have\u0026nbsp;to the sounds of a predator. I\u0026nbsp;feel\u0026nbsp;the kiss of\u0026nbsp;cool\u0026nbsp;air on my\u0026nbsp;slick\u0026nbsp;flesh and his hand moves more freely along me now. Mi's sounds are always\u0026nbsp;adorable, especially the\u0026nbsp;little\u0026nbsp;squeak he makes as I grab his shoulders and\u0026nbsp;roll\u0026nbsp;him out of my lap and onto his back on the couch. He looks up at me as I\u0026nbsp;loom\u0026nbsp;over him on my knees looking\u0026nbsp;timid\u0026nbsp;and so frightfully cute. I\u0026nbsp;grab\u0026nbsp;the ankles of his\u0026nbsp;loose\u0026nbsp;trousers pulling them off over his bare feet, taking a moment to\u0026nbsp;nibble\u0026nbsp;his instep, something he loves. I\u0026nbsp;grip\u0026nbsp;his hips and pull him\u0026nbsp;close\u0026nbsp;his legs wrapping around my waist, rump sliding over the couch until I\u0026nbsp;feel\u0026nbsp;his warmth against my bare flesh. I lean over him and growl softly again \"You are incorrigible Mi\" before I\u0026nbsp;enter\u0026nbsp;him, deeply and\u0026nbsp;fully\u0026nbsp;in one thrust. We moved together his voice rising with his excitement, mine dropping into lower growls until I serge inside him\u0026nbsp;faintly\u0026nbsp;registering the\u0026nbsp;warm\u0026nbsp;spatters of his own\u0026nbsp;release\u0026nbsp;on my stomach\u0026nbsp;fur.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The morning is chaotic. We wake up on the couch to a phone call from Trevor saying that he just landed.\u0026nbsp;Mi\u0026nbsp;and I\u0026nbsp;scramble\u0026nbsp;to\u0026nbsp;hide\u0026nbsp;the evidence of our love making opening windows against the\u0026nbsp;scents\u0026nbsp;of sex and it's than I\u0026nbsp;notice\u0026nbsp;the\u0026nbsp;stain\u0026nbsp;on the couch cushion. I finally settle for flipping the\u0026nbsp;cushion\u0026nbsp;hoping Trevor doesn't notice until I can\u0026nbsp;get\u0026nbsp;it washed. Mi cleans up from dinner. He kisses me goodbye, and I\u0026nbsp;comment\u0026nbsp;that we probably shouldn't do this again. I don't know if I mean the Sex or the\u0026nbsp;location\u0026nbsp;I honestly don't even know looking back but he assumes the latter and says we can meet at his place next time.\u0026nbsp;I am just stepping into the shower to wash his\u0026nbsp;scent\u0026nbsp;off when Trevor gets home.\u0026nbsp;He's so happy to see me and\u0026nbsp;happy\u0026nbsp;to\u0026nbsp;have\u0026nbsp;a shower with me which turns\u0026nbsp;quickly\u0026nbsp;enough into a close, intimate time. I'm pretty sure he didn't smell\u0026nbsp;Mi\u0026nbsp;in the living room or on the couch. Which is a relief to me.  \n  \n== \\\u003c\\*\\\u003e ==  \n  \nI\u0026nbsp;slip\u0026nbsp;into Mi's bedroom my eyes adjusting to the darkness and I\u0026nbsp;pad\u0026nbsp;slowly towards his bed. He's a lighter form in the dark room. Even though if I couldn't see him, I can smell him the\u0026nbsp;scent\u0026nbsp;of his arousal is like an addiction. As I\u0026nbsp;reach\u0026nbsp;the\u0026nbsp;bed\u0026nbsp;he rises up, taking me into his mouth again. My arousal returns returning with a surge of\u0026nbsp;desire\u0026nbsp;stronger than when we were out in his living room. He caresses my balls, which I\u0026nbsp;like, and fingers under my tail, which is\u0026nbsp;new. I growl softly swatting his paw away and pushing him back on the bed looking over him, a dark shadow, eyes glowing\u0026nbsp;yellow\u0026nbsp;in the moonlight that comes in from the windows over his bed. I\u0026nbsp;enter\u0026nbsp;him slowly\u0026nbsp;deep\u0026nbsp;but with urgency brought on by the slow simmer of teasing. I\u0026nbsp;hold\u0026nbsp;him close starting to move inside him brushing the soft fur of his back his belly. I\u0026nbsp;lift\u0026nbsp;Mi\u0026nbsp;rising to my knees hips rolling under the moonlight playing\u0026nbsp;sultry\u0026nbsp;tricks on our eyes. My need grows; his\u0026nbsp;soft\u0026nbsp;cries are music to my ears as his paws\u0026nbsp;fall\u0026nbsp;to my hips squeezing me gently. I\u0026nbsp;place\u0026nbsp;a paw on the wall steadying myself, thrusting faster. I\u0026nbsp;lower\u0026nbsp;him back down to the bed slowly. I\u0026nbsp;take\u0026nbsp;him harder, deeper how we both\u0026nbsp;like.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He comes before me, but not by much his body trembling. The strong\u0026nbsp;scent\u0026nbsp;of bunny hits my nose even as I\u0026nbsp;snarl\u0026nbsp;and\u0026nbsp;throb\u0026nbsp;leaving my\u0026nbsp;essence\u0026nbsp;deep inside him. I\u0026nbsp;take\u0026nbsp;my time pulling out, lounging in the pleasure of licking his ears and feeling him clench and\u0026nbsp;moan\u0026nbsp;on me as I do so. I\u0026nbsp;consider\u0026nbsp;going again, but it's late. Finally, I\u0026nbsp;draw\u0026nbsp;out of him. He cuddles up to me and we kiss for a\u0026nbsp;little\u0026nbsp;before finally making our way to the shower. When I\u0026nbsp;come\u0026nbsp;out of the shower and\u0026nbsp;start\u0026nbsp;to\u0026nbsp;dress, I see I have missed a text message. I\u0026nbsp;curse\u0026nbsp;softly knowing it might\u0026nbsp;seem\u0026nbsp;suspicious\u0026nbsp;if it's been waiting long. Flipping my phone open I look and\u0026nbsp;see\u0026nbsp;it's from Trevor.  \n  \n\"Hope you're not running too late. Dinner is ready, and I miss my tiger.\" I look at the message for a long\u0026nbsp;moment\u0026nbsp;swallowing the sudden lump in my throat as I text back. \"I was at the Gym on my way home, Love you\". I\u0026nbsp;finish\u0026nbsp;dress\u0026nbsp;and\u0026nbsp;leave\u0026nbsp;Mi's. That last\u0026nbsp;text\u0026nbsp;in my mind as I get into the car. I want to\u0026nbsp;tell\u0026nbsp;Mi\u0026nbsp;it's over as I leave. But I don't. I want to\u0026nbsp;tell\u0026nbsp;him that I only Love Trevor. The words die in my throat even as I try and tell myself that in the quiet of the car. I should have told\u0026nbsp;Mi\u0026nbsp;it was over. I came to his house tonight to do just that. I will tell him though I convince myself as I pull out onto the freeway towards home; it's all in the timing.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}