Taking Chances
#2 of Loners
Alrighty, so I sort of changed my mind about my update schedule, and I had a good idea for this one, so what the hey. Here we go, second chapter of a story written for someone I used to know. I hope you enjoy it.
As always, comments are appreciated and requested.
continued from 'The weirdest night...'
Keal woke up to the inside of his eyelids, a dim redness in his sight that told him he was not lying in darkness. Squeezing his eyes shut to block out the unwelcome light, the big white wolf gradually took stock of his surroundings, waking up slowly, a favorite habit of his on his days off. He was the only one in his family who had never had a problem sleeping in when he had the chance, the others always getting up when their alarm should have gone off, regardless of their intent. Strangely, he felt very good that morning, much better than he typically did after a night playing chauffer to his drunk friends. Most of the time he woke up feeling sore, worn out and a bit depressed. But today he felt wonderful; relaxed and content. For a while, he couldn't remember why he felt that way, so he started running through all the things he felt to find the cause. The sheets and blanket were as smooth as ever, if a bit warmer than usual. He was wearing nothing at all, but that was hardly unusual. Even when it was really cold out, he slept in the nude, his thick pelt keeping him plenty warm. Then, as he breathed in a deep breath, a scent worked its way to his nose, a scent that made him smile.
It was an odd scent, a scent he had not smelled before last night, feline and yet not, an aroma that was neither male nor female, but somehow both at once. His smile widening, he opened his eyes a crack and looked down. Though sometime during the night he had rolled over from his side onto his back, Saira was still snuggled up to his chest, the little hybrid lying on his stomach, one wing draped across the wolf. Now the reason why he felt so good came back to him. A night of passionate sex with a herm certainly did wonders for one's disposition. Gently stroking the catbat's back, eliciting a deep, contented sigh from him, the wolf turned his head the other way so his eyes were shadowed, then opened them fully. The clock on the bedside table told him it was mid-morning, and, judging from the sunshine coming through the window, it was a fine day. Not that that really mattered much. If Saira's behavior the night before was any indication, neither of them would be likely to be going anywhere today. A prospect which beat the pants off of any plans he had had.
Still stroking the catbat's back, Keal took a brief moment to ponder his body's reaction to his lover's revelation of what he was. It still surprised him that he was apparently very into herms, so much so that he could feel himself starting to get excited just by the scent of the hybrid. Before he could stop himself, Keal found ideas in the forefront of his mind, ideas that he almost never thought about, mostly of waking the catbat up with a surprise session of sex. Shaking his head slightly, Keal pushed such thoughts away for the moment. It was just bad manners to do that with someone you hardly knew, even if he was fairly sure Saira wouldn't object. And that thought brought the rest of the wolf's mind out of dormancy, though he was hardly thinking very clearly just then. He was lying in bed, snuggling with a lover he barely knew. That alone was something he hadn't ever done before, but then, just as quickly, another voice answered the question; honestly, did it really matter?
It had always been his policy to get to know someone before up and having sex with them. And yet, he couldn't deny, his lover's personality was strangely attractive to him, not to mention his body's reaction to the hybrid, which was a thought that led back to where he had started thinking in the first place. Smiling at his mind's circular process, Keal shifted himself sideways a little, intending to go clear his mind with a cup of tea in the kitchen while his lover slept, but his attempt to untangle himself from his partner failed utterly, the little catbat seeming to instinctually cling tighter to him when he moved, shifting over so he would be even harder to get away from. Now, the hybrid was almost lying on top of him, his wing membranes draped to either side of Keal's chest, his head unconsciously nuzzling into his neck ruff. Smiling, Keal gently stroked the hybrid's back once more, his lover choosing that moment to wake up. The hybrid smiled and nuzzled his forehead deeper into the wolf's neck fur, starting to purr as Keal continued his gentle massaging, rhythmically stroking the catbat with his hands.
"Mmmm..." Saira mumbled, his mismatched eyes staying closed. "That's really nice."
"I'm glad you like it." Keal replied, a very pleasant warmth rising up at the catbat's snuggling, eclipsing his earlier thoughts, the hybrid arching his back up into his fingers as Keal stroked him. The pair stayed like that for a few moments, then Saira pushed himself up in a long feline stretch, yawning widely, forcing Keal to stop his petting. After a moment, the hybrid leaned down and kissed the wolf, a single soft kiss, before sliding over off of him, sitting up on the edge of the bed before walking off into the bathroom, his gait a little bit unsteady, obviously not quite awake yet, though his still rainbow dyed tail was flicking back and forth. Smiling at his back, Keal got up as well, heading into the kitchen. Normally, he liked the traditional black teas in the morning, but today, he already felt so good, he felt like doing something herbal instead, deciding on a homemade blend of mint, chamomile and catnip that would do the job of clearing the rest of the fog from his mind quite nicely. While the water was heating up, it occurred at last to the white wolf that he had abandoned his friends at the club without so much as a goodbye. Shaking his head as the kettle whistled, the wolf grinned to himself.
He was going to catch hell for that, he was sure. But, honestly, they deserved it, didn't they? How many times had they made a mess of his car, or had leveled a drunken belligerent diatribe of insults at him without so much as an apology the next day? More times than he could remember, he was sure. Pouring the water into the tea pot to start the leaves steeping, the white wolf started thinking about the reasons he could give them, aside from being simply vengeful, of course. Of course, he didn't really need to justify himself to them, did he? Suddenly, he felt an arm with a fuzzy sheet of skin hanging from it encircle his waist and he smiled, finding Saira standing beside him, in all of his naked glory. The hybrid was smiling mischievously at him, and there was something about him that had changed, though the wolf couldn't quite put his finger on what it might have been. Then, as the catbat looked up at him, he realized what it was. His eyes, that had been mismatched the night before, were now the same color, and what was more, he had a pair of wireframe glasses perched on his muzzle.
"What happened to your eyes?" Keal asked, and the hybrid's mischievous smile widened, giving the wolf another soft kiss.
"They are contacts, silly." Saira replied, "I wear them when I go out to the club. Glasses aren't really that sexy."
"I disagree." Keal commented with a smile, the hybrid's smile warming at the compliment. Leaning his head against the wolf's arm, the hybrid spoke again.
"What were you thinking about?" He asked, his feline nose starting to twitch as the aroma of the leaves in the water reached it.
"How pissed my friends are gonna be about me leaving them." Keal replied, smiling at the catbat. The hybrid chuckled at that, his free hand caressing Keal's chest, making the wolf shiver.
"Tough for them. You're otherwise engaged." Saira said dismissively, sniffing curiously at the steam coming from the teapot. "That smells good. What is it?"
"A homemade herbal tea I make." Keal replied, reaching up to take down mugs. "Would you like some?"
"Sure." Saira replied, walking out of the kitchen and into the living room. "Pretty sweet set up you have here."
"Thanks." Keal said, pouring the tea into mugs, taking care to strain the leaves out of it. "Want honey for your tea?"
"Sure, though you are sweet enough without it." Saira teased and Keal snorted, carrying the mugs out into the living room to find Saira seated cross legged on the couch, his wings making him look like he was wearing a jacket. Handing one mug to his companion, Keal took a seat beside the hybrid, setting his own mug on the coffee table to cool. The catbat breathed in the steam from the tea and grinned broadly, a satisfied smile on his face. "I don't usually go in for tea, but this smells really good."
"Good." Keal replied, feeling suddenly awkward. The situation suddenly felt backward. This was supposed to happen before they were lovers, not after. When the wolf wasn't forthcoming with more than that, the hybrid leaned towards him, making no effort what so ever to conceal his privates.
"Are you always this quiet the morning after a hot date?" Saira inquired, the teasing tone coming back into his voice. Keal blushed, feeling shy once again.
"Well, no, not usually." he stated, looking away from the catbat. "Of course, I usually make it a policy to know someone before...well... you know."
"Relax dork." Saira laughed, leaning back once more, his strange three fingered hand still holding the mug of tea. "Its not like that changes anything. We'll take it slow. Tell me about yourself. What do you do for a living?"
"Well, I'm a bio lab technician." Keal stated, the catbat looking surprised at that. "I know, its weird for someone as big as me to have such a sciency job. Everyone expects people with my build to be soldiers or firemen or something that involves a lot of physical labor."
"No, its not that." Saira said, taking a sip of his tea. "Its just I hadn't met anyone who did that before. I fly helicopters myself."
"When you aren't seducing innocent wolves in clubs, you mean?" Keal asked, trying to look stern, but when his lover laughed, he grinned as well. "What for? I mean, what kinds of jobs does a helicopter pilot do?"
"Well, you name it really." Saira replied, taking another, deeper drink from his mug, despite it still steaming. "This is really good. Anyway, we fly business types around, do search and rescue, even sometimes help with wild fire fighting, depending on what people need." The catbat paused in his speaking for a moment, smiling in a slightly odd fashion. "As for seducing you, well, I happen to like meeting new people, and you seemed an interesting sort."
"Well, like I said, I am not usually into..." Keal began, groping for the right term, "Well, random acts of lust." Saira immediately burst into a fit of giggles at his phrasing, a fit that seemed to go on a while longer than it should. At Keal's curious glance, the catbat drank the rest of his tea in a single swallow, trying to drown his laughter with the liquid.
"But those are so much fun..." Saira finally managed, clearing his throat while obviously trying to keep his giggles under control. Keal shrugged, taking a sip of his own tea.
"Well, this one certainly was." he replied, his eyes on the catbat's now even colored gaze. There was something about it that seemed odd, more than just his eyes being a different color than they had been. It seemed almost like the catbat was having trouble focusing on things, his pupils dilating. But, setting all of the catbat's oddities aside, Keal had to admit he found him very charming. Deciding to take a chance on his odd companion, Keal edged into the subject. "I know this might seem like an odd time to ask, but I don't suppose you would want to do something a little more...official, sometime, would you?" Whatever the wolf had expected, another, much more intense outbreak of the giggles wasn't it. Saira immediately put a hand to his mouth, stifling the giggling, but that didn't seem to help, the catbat shaking so much he almost dropped the mug as he set it onto the table. Blushing so fiercely that the white fur of his face almost turned red, Keal looked away again, ashamed. "I guess not."
"No, no..." Saira gasped, shaking his head and managing to override his giggling. "I would, I really would." If he was going to say anything else, the words dissolved back into giggles and Keal cocked his head to the side, raising an eyebrow at the hybrid, perplexed.
"What is with you?" He asked, taking another sip of the tea. The herbal notes felt all warm and tingly on the way down his throat, an effect of the catnip he had added to the herbal mix. And then, the wolf's eyes went wide as he realized the import of that thought. Catnip?! Uh oh... Was Saira feline enough for the herb to affect him? He got his answer soon enough when the catbat suddenly leaned forward, going down on all fours and crawling towards him on the couch, his giggles seeming to be finally under control. Quickly setting his mug down on the coffee table, he started to speak, but the smaller hybrid beat him too it.
"You are really sweet..." He said, wrapping the wolf in his arms, the wings making it feel like he was being hugged by a warm, fuzzy blanket. "Most guys just want a fling..."
"I...I" Keal stammered, once again caught off guard by the hybrid's sudden change in behavior. Saira was pressing in tight against him, nuzzling his neck once more, his legs settling in on other side of his torso so the hybrid was clinging to him, his purr deeper and more resonant than it had been before. "I'm sorry, I forgot there was catnip in the t..." The wolf's apology was cut off suddenly by the catbat kissing him, a deep, passionate kiss that was followed immediately by the hybrid's long tongue curling into his mouth, twining along his own. Keal's mind instantly forgot all about apologizing, turning in a completely different direction. Acting on impulse while they made out, Keal shifted position, putting his arms around Saira's waist, turning so the catbat was sitting in his lap, rather than clinging to his side. When Keal finished shifting position, the hybrid pulled back from the passionate kissing, nuzzling and licking the wolf's neck instead, still purring deeply.
It was very strange being clung to like that, but Keal had to admit that it was also very pleasant. Last night, the hybrid had seemed content to allow him to be the one doing the most cuddling, when they weren't getting it on that is, but this was very different. The catbat was alternating between passionately kissing the wolf and nuzzling him, pressing tight against him all the while. Every time Keal tried to pull back a little, the catbat tightened his grip, refusing to let him go. Finally, after a couple of tries at shifting away from the obviously intoxicated catbat, Keal gave up, surrendering to the hybrid's ferocious snuggling.
But, it wasn't long until the close proximity and the making out had an effect on the little hybrid. After a few more minutes of the close snuggling, Saira started grinding his hips against Keal's abs, panting as he did so, his body getting hotter as they snuggled. And when he felt the smaller fur's penis stiffen up, rubbing against his belly fur, Keal felt his own body respond in kind despite his embarrassment at having accidently made his companion lose it. The wolf's canine cock unsheathed itself, the catbat managing to grind both his slit and his tailhole against it at the same time. Without a word or an acknowledgement that he was going to do it, Saira suddenly shifted himself higher, carefully guiding the wolf's tip into his slick slit once more.
Keal started to protest, wanting to say that this didn't feel right, but his lover cut him off with another kiss, his long tongue forcing its way into his maw, twining about his own as Saira let out a slow gasp, the wolf's large canine penis sliding all the way in, in one long, smooth motion. This time, the catbat's passage seemed very tight, like the hybrid was squeezing his cock, making Keal shudder as the catbat began to grind his hips against the wolf, not quite thrusting, but massaging his member rhythmically with every grind forward. To the wolf, it was like torture, his equipment seeming incredibly sensitive all of a sudden, so much so that he was soon panting as well, his climax building rapidly. Saira rode him like that for a few minutes, not seeming to care what an effect he was having on his lupine lover, his eyes glazed as he kissed and nuzzled the wolf. Then, suddenly, the catbat shuddered, letting out a quiet gasp, his colored tail flicking excitedly behind him, a gout of fluid soaking Keal's balls as he came, but the catbat wasn't stopping. Instead, the pace of his grinding only got faster, the little hybrid now squeezing the wolf's penis even more tightly, every tiny shift in position sending thrills of pleasure through him. Saira suddenly gasped loudly as another orgasm came over him, clinging tightly to Keal, so tight that the hybrid's claws were digging into the wolf's skin. Then, the catbat gasped again as he reached his third climax, each successive peak tightening his grip. But something far more pressing was occupying Keal's mind then how tight his lover was gripping him.
Though this felt nothing short of amazing, Keal could feel himself getting close to his own climax, his knot swelling up inside the hybrid's passage. But when he tried to pull back from the catbat's urgent kissing, trying to pull himself free before he came, Saira's grip only got tighter, his claws digging into the wolf's back, his grinding only getting harder. Finally, Keal couldn't hold it anymore. His howl of pleasure muffled by his lover's jaws, Keal came, his knot exploding in size, jets of creamy wolf seed spraying up into the herm's passage, the catbat clinging all the tighter to him, gasping with every grind now as his sensitive passage stretched around the wolf's knot. With his cock jerking spastically inside the catbat, Keal clung to his lover just as tightly as the hybrid clung to him, the heat of their bodies making him tremble. But incredibly, the catbat wasn't stopping. Instead, his slit was still squeezing hard on Keal's cock, grinding against the knot hard. For a moment, the pair remained quiet, then the catbat's eyes that had been half closed with pleasure suddenly jerked open wide. All of a sudden, the catbat tightened down even harder on the cock that was knotted inside him and let out a wild yowl, his whole body trembling as one final climax surged into him.
All of a sudden, everything seemed to happen at once. As the catbat came, his feline penis suddenly started jerking, spraying a creamy mess into the fur of the wolf's belly, the hybrid shuddering, his claws almost drawing blood from his lover. Then, somehow, the scent of the hybrid's seed and the sudden renewed pressure drove Keal over the edge and he felt his eyes squeeze shut as he came a second time, his member throbbing within his lover, a second torrent of wolf seed flooding into the hybrid. Then, as suddenly as it had started, it was over, the hybrid suddenly letting up the pressure on Keal's equipment, the wolf panting hard as his penis stopped it's jerking. Sucking in a deep shuddering breath, Keal felt his whole body relax in the wake of the surprise double orgasm, the catbat's posture slumping against him at the same time. Opening his eyes, the white wolf smiled, finding that Saira's eyes were closed, the little hybrid breathing deep, making no attempt to support himself as he slumped against him, obviously having passed out sometime during the experience.
Still smiling, Keal reached up with one hand, gently removed the catbat's badly skewed glasses and set them on the table, then planted a soft kiss on his lover's forehead. Taking care to hold the unconscious hybrid to him, Keal scooted down the couch a ways, finally settling so he was lying on his back, the catbat lying on top of him once again. Idly stroking his lover's fur, Keal wondered if he dared to reach over and get the remote, since, regardless whether the catbat woke back up or not, he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. Probably not, he decided, staring up at the ceiling and wondering instead at what a turn his life seemed to be taking. The white wolf knew somehow that his lover was truly something special, setting aside what happened when he drank catnip tea. And still, the fact that his lover preferred to be called 'he' didn't shock him, though he almost felt that it should have. All of his life, he had thought that gender shouldn't be something that mattered when it came to love, and his body certainly seemed to agree. Looking down at the sleeping catbat, who was once more snuggling up to the wolf's chest in his sleep, Keal took a moment to ponder that thought. Love? While it was far too soon to be calling it that, Keal knew he was definitely leaning in that direction. Of course, he reflected, if things did continue down that road, he should really stock up on catnip, if this was what he could expect...
Grinning at the random thought, Keal let his eyes close, clearing his mind as he drifted, his hands automatically stroking the catbat who slept on peacefully on his chest. As he lay there, Keal found odd thoughts drifting through his head, thoughts that were not at all normal for him. He found himself thinking about the future he could have with his new lover, and then, strangely, he felt himself pondering how he was going to explain all this to his friends. Regardless how that turned out, it was going to be a weird conversation. Planning out responses to possible questions occupied his mind for the next twenty minutes, until Keal felt his knot start to shrink down, but he still didn't tug at it, not wanting to disturb his sleeping partner, who looked so cute snuggled up against him. But, not long after the bulge of flesh started to shift, he felt the catbat stir, coming back to himself slowly. When his eyes opened, Saira yawned widely, pushing himself upright in a wide stretch that ended with a shiver as Keal's knot tugged at the opening of his passage. Looking down at their waists, the catbat smiled, lifting himself gently up and off the wolf's member before settling back down onto Keal's chest, seeming not to notice the mess that they had once again made of one another.
"That was fun..." Saira stated, still sounding a little vague as he traced one claw through the warm fur of the wolf's chest. "Heh...Am I always going to wake up in this position?
"I certainly wouldn't mind." Keal replied, blushing so hard that his white face fur burned once again, knowing just how true that statement was. "I'm sorry...I didn't know that catnip would affect a catbat."
"You are so cute." Saira commented, smiling broadly at the wolf's embarrassment. "No wonder that tea smelled so good." At Keal's bewildered look, the catbat nuzzled his chin affectionately. "Its not like I haven't had catnip before." Chuckling, the hybrid pushed himself back so he was sitting back up where he had started the encounter, allowing the wolf to sit up as well. "Its actually one of the great parts about being part cat, though I don't usually end up cuddled with a big wolf afterward."
"You aren't mad that we...?" Keal asked, still not feeling wholly settled about having passionate sex with the hybrid while he was out of it, despite the whole thing being Saira's idea.
"Heh...you didn't seem to complain much at the time." Saira commented, settling back with a satisfied grin on his face as Keal looked away shyly. "No, I'm not mad. If we both had fun, what is the issue?"
"Well, I don't want you to think I am taking advantage..." Keal muttered softly and the hybrid's grin widened once more.
"That is sweet Keal." He replied, shifting to the edge of the couch so he could get to his feet. "But you don't have to worry about that." The hybrid commented, walking off in the direction of the bedroom, pausing at the entrance to the short hallway to look back over his shoulder, his tail giving another flick in Keal's direction. "You coming?"
As the catbat disappeared around the corner, Keal grinned, getting up to follow his odd lover. But, as he got up, Keal paused, his hand groping for something on the table that wasn't there. Looking down, he realized that the mug that contained his barely touched tea was gone. Knowing exactly where it had gone, the white wolf picked up the pace, hurrying after the little hybrid, walking into the bedroom to find it dark, the crack in the curtains through which the light had come earlier that morning now closed once again. At first, all he could see was a pair of eyes in the direction of the bed, reflecting the light of the hallway in the uniquely eerie feline fashion. As the wolf's eyes adjusted, he noticed two things immediately, the missing mug sitting on the bedside table, now empty, and his lover lounging on the bed in a sexy pose, licking his lips enticingly. Unable to stop himself from grinning, Keal stepped into the dark bedroom, swinging the door shut behind him, cutting off the light before coming towards the bed. But, as he got close, Saira suddenly changed behaviors once again, almost pouncing the wolf as he came closer, dragging him down onto the bed like a fuzzy net snaring its prey. Surprised, Keal suddenly found himself lying on his side on the bed, his lover shifting position in front of him with a flexibility even greater than the wolf had expected from a half feline. All of a sudden, Keal let out a surprise groan of pleasure as the catbat's textured tongue flicked out, trailing gently along his semi-erect member.
Having just cum twice in the last half hour, Keal's penis seemed more sensitive than it ever had been, the strange, varying texture of the catbat's tongue making him tremble so badly that he almost shook himself right off the bed. Giggling softly, the catbat began twining his tongue around the wolf's shaft, as he had the night before, though this time, he wasn't wrapping it tight, only barely touching it instead, just enough for the wolf to feel, a teasing caress rather than active arousal. As the wolf sucked in another deep, shuddering breath through his nose at the touch of the catbat's tongue, his nose picked out an enticing scent on the air, stemming from close by. It took him a few moments to figure out just where in the darkness it was coming from, but when his nose guided him to its source, a devilish thought worked its way into the wolf's head. Grinning to himself even as the catbat teased his member, Keal acted, nosing his way between the catbat's thighs, which had ended up near his head, locating the peculiar mix of scents once more. Then, it was Saira's turn to gasp as the wolf's tongue swiped across his moist slit, sending a shiver through the catbat. Keal swiped at the slit once again with his tongue, then moved a little further down, using one hand to guide the horny hybrid's penis out from against his belly. Nuzzling its base, Keal took a breath, preparing for something he had never done before, steeling himself to give it a try. A moment later, the catbat shuddered as the wolf's muzzle engulfed his cock, his sharp predator teeth trailing along his vulnerable flesh seeming only to excite the catbat further.
Despite never having given oral like this before, Keal had received it enough to figure out how to do it rather swiftly. Sucking in a breath filled with the peculiar musky odor of his lover's nethers, Keal massaged one side of the catbat's cock with his tongue, swirling it back and forth, rubbing it against the textured roof of his mouth, his sharp front teeth gently caressing the sensitive spot between the catbat's sets of privates, making the little hybrid jump with the sensation. Giving a moan of pleasure, Saira ground against Keal's muzzle, making the wolf grin, the catbat's tongue tightening around the canine's equipment, not much, not enough to drive him to a quick release as it had the night before, but enough to elicit a groan from the wolf. And, instead of tightening the pressure on the smaller hybrid's equipment, Keal kept his touches light, alternating gentle moments of sucking with tongue massages, the hybrid groaning in reply, obviously pleased, his penis giving little droplets of pre. Keal found himself falling into a pleasant sort of trance, the scent and taste of his lover's nethers, coupled with the feel of the catbat's teasing making his mind go sort of blank, hazy, as though reluctant to think. Truthfully, he almost didn't want to climax, the long, slow teasing almost pleasurable enough on its own.
How long the oddly matched pair lay in the dark, teasing one another, Keal didn't know, but all of a sudden, Saira started tensing up, his breathing getting harder as Keal's muzzle massaged his penis and the wolf knew his lover was getting close. At the same time, the catbat's tongue tightened its grip on the canine, especially his knot, which had swelled up once again, driving him suddenly close once again. Then, the catbat let out a long sound half way between a groan and a hiss, his penis twitching and jerking and Keal instinctually tightened down on it as sticky streams of feline cum shot into his maw, catching it all on his tongue. It was impossible to describe quite how it tasted, but the liquid had a very strange effect on him. Instead of being weirded out, as he half expected, the taste of his lover's seed on his tongue suddenly drove him overboard. At once, his own cock started jerking in the grasp of the catbat's tongue, the little hybrid diving forward to engulf his tip as the first jet of white wolf seed surged out of it, his knot swelling to its full size at the same time. The wolf had to make a conscious effort not to let his teeth clench as he usually did when cumming, letting out a strange whimper-like sound instead as he came for the third time in less than an hour, forcing himself to pull back, letting his lover's rod slip from his muzzle. A few moments later, the pair both sucked in a deep breath as their climaxes ended, the little hybrid finally releasing the large wolf's member from his tongue, licking his lips with the tip of his tongue. After a few more moments, the hybrid let go of him completely, the pair settling back side by side on top of the covers, though their orientations were reversed.
Smiling broadly, the white wolf took a long, deep breath, a relaxed, satisfied smile on his lips, staring vaguely up at the ceiling. Instead of the exhaustion he had felt after having sex so many times the night before, this time, all he felt was a strange warm contentment, like the feel one got after a long, relaxing soak in a hot bath; complete and utter relaxation. In fact, there was only one thing missing from the sensation ... A moment later, he knew what it was, Saira slowly crawling his way up his body, barely an inch above his fur, before finally nestling into his chest ruff, the catbat's purr returning, deep and resonant as he made himself comfortable, nuzzling the fur like a pillow, the same sort of smile on his lips, though his eyes were still vague, hazy in the grip of the 'nip. Smiling even more broadly, Keal put his arms around his lover and started stroking them through the hybrid's fur once more, combing it with the pads of his hands. As the pleasant sort of haze settled into his mind once more, Keal once again let go of his thoughts. His thinking mind was consumed with the pleasant rumble coming from his lover, and the catbat's gentle nuzzling.
But, even as he let go, another thought came to his mind, a parting shot from the adventurous side of himself, the side that had held such sway over him since Saira had walked up to the bar beside him the night before. Sometimes, it really did pay to take chances...