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"Feels nice" Peter whispered, his paw moving slowly along my thigh. "How do you work out?"

"Running, mostly," I replied, trying not to get too much into the slow stroke of his fingers on my inner thigh. "A little bit of gym when I want a change."

My fingers made small circles over Peter's neck, slowly.

"I've been thinking of getting one of those exercise machines from the home shopping network," Peter snuffled.

I chuckled and nosed against the top of Peter's head, laying a soft kiss there on the furs that still smelled faintly of disinfectant mixed with a little bit of cougar musk. Peter sighed softly.

"I've a treadmill, though, and I do a few miles on that every day," he replied, looking up to me with his bright eyes. "Did four miles this morning. I usually do six."

"Wow," I smiled, watching his half-smile and giving him a broader one in return.

"Gotta hit that beach condition by the summer," Peter snuffled.

"I'll take you out there and we can bring you an ice cream cone on a cooler sealed with duct tape," I suggested with a smirk.

The cougar laughed and purred and I gave him a fond squeeze before I, on the spur of the moment again, kissed the top of his head and lingered there while listening to his breaths and soft purrs. Peter simply relaxed against my chest and seemed to be listening for my heartbeat and my breathing, because soon we fell into a kind of a rhythm of soft breathing and stroking each other's sides with gentle paws. The cougar was nestled comfortable into my side and I felt comfortable as well. It was Peter, after all, and he was always conductive to relaxation, had been for a long time.

I kissed the top of his head again and gathered him up, putting my arms around the slim cat as I pulled him close to me. I breathed slightly more heavily as I held to him, and with a little muffled groan, I shifted the smooth feline over to my lap, helping him to arrange his legs comfortably with the assistance of my paw. Peter kept his nose pushed to my chest even when he purred and put his arms around my back and waist and held me in return. The familiarity itself was enough to make me purr. The flutters in my belly told me that it was being familiar in other ways than the very weight of the cougar on my lap, and I wasn't quite sure about them, but I knew it felt good.

Our paws seemed to be mirroring each other while we explored shirt-covered backs slowly. My chin fit on top of his head between his slowly flicking ears. The warmth of Peter's breaths more than made up for the lack of actual kisses, as he slowly breathed heat all over my chest.

I nosed and nuzzled one of those eagerly flicking ears and let out my tongue to give it a soft lap, over the side. That made Peter moan and squeeze on my tighter, and press his nose more firmly against the crook of my arm. He was practically shivering when I traced his spine with my fingers slowly.

"Rory..."

I lifted my nose from his brow.

"Yeah?" my voice was low and raspy.

"I'm enjoying this a little bit too much for it to continue...unless you want to continue," the cougar whispered against my neck, his warm breath tickling me.

My heart skipped a couple of beats as I just held him and thought about his words. I knew the feeling...I knew what I was feeling and I knew what he was feeling...but I didn't know what to think about it. This was Peter...this wasn't Victor...this wasn't...

But I was still stroking his back, and he was holding me, and I was holding him. I still had my chin touching the crown of his head lightly. He still had his tail coiled around my leg even when I had him on my lap.

"I know," I replied in a similarly hoarse voice. "I know."

Peter lifted his head from the crook of my neck and looked at me, face to face for the first time properly since I had lifted him to sit on top of me. His eyes were so very bright that I almost thought they had tears in them. His breaths touched my whiskers and made them feel itchy.

"Rory..."

"It's okay..." I assured him, squeezing him close to me with my arms around his back. "I..."

I held my breath for a moment.

"I want to," I whispered.

Peter stared into my eyes, and his breaths were shallow, and quick.

"Please."

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*swoooooossssssshhhh*

Hot, oddly scented water ran over my body as I stood quietly in Peter's guest room shower and kept washing myself with the bad-smelling disinfectant soap that was probably more suitable for scrubbing in for surgeries rather than...

...I held my head down and let the water wash over my thoroughly soaped ears and head while my paws still worked on my belly. My tail hung limply between my legs, flopping on the wet floor of the shower cabinet. The tip tuff had soap suds hanging onto it.

I breathed slowly through my nose and snuffled as the scent hit my senses again. I huffed through my muzzle to get it off my tongue, but didn't succeed too well. My paws were washing away my sheath now, the fuzzy fold of skin feeling slightly heavy but nothing that'd constitute a proper erection. I wasn't even feeling particularly erotic at the moment to begin with, even with the prospect of sex literally minutes away.

I remembered the last time I was in a strange shower washing myself down. At Victor's neat apartment, I was washing away the mess that we had made after a night of wild semi-drunk bed Olympics. Here I was in Peter's ultra-clean apartment, washing away the world so that he would feel safe letting me come close to him.

Victor had been for pleasure, for keeping the loneliness away, for feeling alive...and Peter...

I kept my eyes closed tightly to prevent the rancid chemical cocktail from entering them. I was almost holding my breath as I washed myself slowly and determinedly.

I suppose it was the same for Peter, in the very end. Sex made you feel alive, like you still had a purpose to be here. It put a shock to your system, and you could be close to someone, and hold someone, and be held in return. You could make the Earth move and you could be vulnerable for a little while when someone else took care of you. Peter was always a very sexual male, after all. It wasn't because he enjoyed conquering every rainbow-colored tail on campus, but because he genuinely just liked having sex, and being with furs. I suppose he was lucky like that, being so happy and outgoing and easy at making friends.

And here I was scrubbing in for...something to take place. I felt more guilty for not feeling more aroused than for the fact that I was doing it in the first place. Peter was fun to be with. He had always been very much fun to be with, even when he was sick and it slowly became a less...spontaneous affair.

I shook my head as if to get the memories fall away with the water streaming down my muzzle and I switched off the shower. I shook myself thoroughly to get the worst of the clingy water away before I spent another few heart-pounding minutes under the hot dryer streams before I found myself to be suitable. I stepped out and breathed in the cooler air and felt it sting on my warmed skin a little. I made wet pawmarks on the tiled floor as I went for the small cabinet and found a somewhat familiar white bathrobe hanging inside. I slipped into the cool, fluffy garment, glimpsed myself on the small mirror and sighed.

Peter had the lights on in his bedroom, an immaculate room with white walls, white, bare floor and white ceiling. The bed covers and the pillowcases were white, naturally. For one mad second my mind wondered why they didn't have plastic protective bags over them, but I reminded myself to be civil, and just snuffled, and slowly walked towards the bed. Peter sat on the edge of the bed, his paws stiffly resting against his knees. His tail hung quietly around his leg. His eyes were fixed on the wall but turned to me when I appeared on his doorway.

"Hey," I spoke and smiled.

Peter snuffled.

"Hi," the cougar rumbled, and smiled a little.

I pushed the door closed behind me and stood there, a few steps away, as we stared at each other. My tail swung around slowly. The air smelled of rubbing alcohol again.

"If you're getting cold paws...," Peter started to speak.

"No!" I was quick to speak as I took the necessary steps and sat my fluffy-robed self down to the bed next to him, landing smoothly just like a big, proper cat should.

Peter watched my movement and scratched his thigh.

"Here I am," I rumbled and pressed a kiss over his shoulder.

Peter sighed and I felt his arm tense, his whole body rolling slowly with his breath. I nosed the previously kissed spot softly before I sat back up again and met his eyes.

"See?" I smiled. "I had the whole shower time to think about it and I didn't get cold paws."

I squirmed my toes cutely for his benefit, showing Peter my big footpaws. He chuckled and nudged my shoulder with his elbow. I laughed, too and flicked my ears. It was helping my nerves a little, too, and even my tail was being its normal, loopy self as it flapped against my ankles.

"Good, pity sex should still be consensual sex," Peter snuffled.

I shook my head.

"Nothing pitiful about you, Peter," I snorted.

"You think?" he snuffled.

"Yes, I think so," I told him firmly.

"Thanks," Peter flicked an ear at me.

I rubbed the back of my neck and wondered just where this would end up going to, when Peter spoke again.

"Well, why don't you get out of that and show me the hunky goodness I've been missing out on," the cougar tilted his head, looking at me intently. "Or it'll be me getting the cold paws, not you!"

I chuckled.

"Want me to hum sexy music when I do?" I smirked.

"Just get naked, damn it!" Peter flashed his teeth.

I stood up, took a deep breath, turned around and grabbed the belt of the bathrobe. Peter watched me with keen eyes when I simply stood there for a few moments before I took another deep breath and removed the bathrobe, letting it fall to the floor. Peter's eyes followed the movement, probably worried about a trillion Rory germs imbedded in the wet fabric, but he didn't speak anything. I stood there, head up, paws on my sides, and let him look at me. Just good old Rory, I decided when my belly clenched with odd nerves, just not too bad looking a lion called Rory Gliese, with a body sufficiently hot to attract attention when I needed it. I had caught Peter's, definitely, because he was clearly looking me up and down, ears flicking in that familiar, curious way. He licked his lips briefly.

"Want me to do a pose for you?" I flexed my arms a little, pushing my shoulders back for the best effect to puff out my chest minutely.

Peter rubbed the side of his neck.

"Nah, I've got the internet for poses, I want the real thing within paw's reach," he chuckled, tailtip flicking. "You look good, though."

"Thanks," I smiled and scratched my balls almost unconsciously.

Hey, it felt good!

Peter pulled off his shirt and put it down to the bed before he relaxed once more, watching me still. My eyes did their best to avoid the wide, white mark on his side that signified the site of his life-saving surgery. I tried to concentrate on Peter's eyes instead when I walked over to the bed and sat down, all au naturel for the cougar's enjoyment.

"That self-pleasuring was hot, too," Peter smirked.

I shook my head.

"I was just scratching!" I complained playfully, though I didn't regret giving my hangers that little attention they had well deserved in the post-shower scratch.

"So, let me take over?" his paw came to a landing on my thigh, splaying there warmly.

I gave him a quick nod and watched how Peter moved his paw slowly to my inner paw and simply held it there for a while, enjoying my warmth.

"I love the way you smell there," Pete rumbled, pressing his head against my shoulder as he watched my reactions to his touch. "So musky..."

The cougar's free hand found my side as his arm went around my back and he held my close while his paw explored my thigh, pads moving slowly across the velvety fur in a slow, steady movement. It felt good, and I let out a soft purr, and nosed the side of his face. Peter purred in reply, almost as if he was mimicking mine.

"You really liked going down on me, "I rumbled, feeling my sheath twitch at the very words I was speaking.

"Yeah...your musk is more than enough to get anyone going," his paw moved higher again, his knuckles almost touching my fuzzy sac while he explored to his heart's content.

"I lost quite the bit to the shower, sorry," I rumbled, breathing deeply as I felt my skin starting to warm up under the cougar's touches.

"You still smell sexy, Rory...,"Peter whispered, his chin brushing over the smooth furs of my shoulder. "Sexy and fresh...and hypoallergenic..."

Peter's fingers curled around my ball sac and gave it a small squeeze. I purred and huffed quietly at the warm feeling on my soft, sensitive skin, and my tail batted against the side of the bed. Peter was purring, too, his paw immobile and applying gentle pressure on my warm boy lion bits. My sheath was slowly growing in weight and warmth in a natural reaction to the sensual, soft touch. Peter rubbed his chin against my shoulder while still purring quietly.

"Yours are huge...and you always shoot so much...and so often..."

My cheeks and my ears started to feel flushed from the impromptu dirty talk. The mild itching in my fuzzy sheath was starting to grow properly now, and I was sure that I was going to peek out of it soon enough if he kept doing what he was doing.

"And even with that hefty source of male energy, you're still a real, big kitty cat...not a single brawly thought in you...," Peter went along, his free non-ball-squeezing paw moving down my side and then round to my backside.

He came to a stop at my tailbase and gave it a good squeeze before he started to rub the firm muscles and the slightly bony protrusion of the end of my spine with a firm touch, conductive of extra pleasure and more purrs from me.

"Not to mention the killer buns..." his splayed paw didn't forget to feel up the two halves of my shapely and leonine gluteus maximus.

I chuckled.

Peter's fingers felt my butt cheeks up, stroking the slightly matted furs into shape while he fondled my not so innocent backside with eager fingerpads. His palm cupped my ass cheeks in turn, the cougar's happy purrs ringed in my ears and his other eager paw kneaded my balls carefully. He tugged at them carefully, something that also had the secondary effect of putting plenty of pressure to the base of my sheath and pulling on the skin to reveal the pointed tip of my already swollen erection. Perky barbs were visible as more of the pink flesh pumped itself out of its protective cover. Peter purred and snuffled the air to catch my growing musk. His fingers still stroked the small of my back while he touched me.

"Hmmm...still as curvy as ever...," the cougar observed in a suitably husky voice that was turning my ears even hotter than before, even the rump fondle non-withstanding.

"They don't tend to change so much, do they?" I chuckled breathily, simply enjoying the feeling of fingertips tugging my sheath taunt to expose all of my inches of malehood.

"This one came from floppy to steel hard in 15 seconds...that's impressive for an old kitten like you Row-reeh," Peter jabbed my shoulder with his chin.

I rumbled at his bad pun and flicked my tail so that it batted against the bedframe. Peter quickly caught my tailbase and tugged on it firmly, eliciting a moan from me at the sudden pressure.

"Feisty, too...," he snuffled close to my neck, again taking deep breaths to catch as much of my scent as possible.

My cock stood up to full attention now, pulsing and oozing a little bit of pre from its beautiful, barbed tip. It throbbed visibly with each beat of my heart, made especially taunt by the incessant squeeze Peter's fingers were giving to the base of my feline member. His earlier comment made me chuckle.

"Well, we are having sex, Peter..."

Peter gave my balls a final tug before he decided that he wanted to have some more sex, and took a hold of my cock instead. The next squeeze made my body tense and my cock throb harder than before. Peter's thumb teased a few of the small spines, almost idly compared to the movement of his paw on my back. He went up and down, tracing my spine and squeezing the bump of my tailbase on each pass down before going up on his way. It was surprisingly relaxing in addition to being very much arousing, and I knew that he could already smell my musk strongly in the air now that I was already leaking, too.

I rumbled and looked at Peter, my breaths falling slightly ragged.

"What do you want to do?" I whispered.

Peter's fingers stilled on my back and he looked at me, eyes bright and...on me.

"Can we...do like we did the last time?" the cougar almost didn't hold my eyes when he whispered his voices between tightly held lips.

My tailbase twitched briefly when I felt Peter's fingers travel down on my spine again, and rest against that bony lump that was my proud tail.

I gave Peter a gentle nod.

"Yeah, if that's most comfortable for you, "I replied softly.

"Anything's good as long as my belly doesn't get pressed at," he spoke and I didn't have to peek down to the white mark on his belly and side to know what he was speaking about.

I repeated my nod quickly and began to shuffle.

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*drumroll* And with this cliffhanger, we end this chapter!

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