Photo Shoot
Okay, it's just a short little fuck-piece. Nothing special. Hope you enjoy!
"All right. Good. Now put your hands in your pockets."
The cheetah straightened up a little bit, pushed his chest out, and held his breath. That familiar 'model's' smile crossing his lips. The flash went off, and the lanky feline's golden eyes refocused to adjust to the light.
The tall male standing at the tripod remained hunched over it for a few moments longer, rewinding the film and replacing the lens cover before he leaned back, fixing his own emerald gaze on his subject. "Good work, Mikori," he remarked finally to his subject who nodded mutely while observing the man behind the equipment. Cas was a dingo, six feet and change, whose short pelt was mostly hidden by jeans and a buttonup shirt draped over a wifebeater. The cheetah in question smiled lopsidedly in return. "Thanks, Cas. And thanks for changing your schedule for me. Y'know."
Casida continued to busy himself with packing away the equipment he used to photograph his models. The young feline's offer of assistance was gently refused, since the last time he'd tried to help, Mikori had almost broken a camera. Cas recalled that piteous expression, and how disappointed the newly eighteen year old cat had been in himself. It had almost been cute.
"Not a problem," was the dingo's casual, distracted reply. Mikori pushed back from the wall he'd been slumped up against, brushed a few strands of silky black hair out of his eyes, and took a few steps closer, treading lightly upon those dextrous plantigrade feet. Almost without realizing it, the young cheetah's eyes strayed across the canine's body. Cas was one of those people with a subtle build, one that you don't really notice unless you're touching him. Beneath that thick goldenrod fur was an admirable, muscular body. The dingo was hardly what anyone would consider a bodybuilder, but he was definetely easy on the eyes, looking younger than his thirty years. Eventually, Mikori realized that he was staring. Ears far too prone to blushing turned a faint shade of pink. "Uh. Cas, can I, uh, help you put this stuff away, or anything?"
As the cheetah quietly looked him over, Casida carefully replaced the delicate camera equipment in its place. "That's all right, Mik," he replied, a touch of amusement creeping into his voice. Ever since the two had met, Mikori's physical attraction to the dog had been obvious. It hadn't taken long for the cheetah's desires to find their way to the surface, and the pair had been intimate on and off for the past few months. Despite the immensely pleasurable and occasionally intense sex that the elder dog shared with the his young model, things hadn't ever gone farther than close friendship. Cas suspected that the cheetah was a frequent visitor in more people's beds than just his own.
As Cas turned his eyes back to the feline, Mikori smiled quietly back up at him. Eyes met, and they simply watched each other for a few moments, the slender feline clasping both paws down in front of his abdoman, the dog pausing halfway through folding up the tripod. The young cat tried to guess what Cas was thinking, but the expression on the dog's face wasn't one easily read. Quietly breaking eye contact, the cheetah's gaze fell down to the dingo's feet, even as he stepped closer, reached up, and laid both paws upon the other male's chest. That blunt, tearmarked muzzle drew closer to Casida's neck, and he inhaled the pleasant scent of clean canine.
"Cas," he whispered, finally. Once again, amusement tugged gently at the corner's of the older male's mouth. He knew what the teenaged cheetah wanted, and it had been a long day. It was always so . . . relaxing, to have the cat around.
"Good boy, Mikori," he whispered into one of those rounded ears, slender fingers brushing up through the tawny, rosetted fur that covered one of the cheetah's cheeks. The feline was shorter than Cas by a few inches, and slim enough to border on skinny. Despite this, what mass the cat did have was hard muscle, gracefully defined through the short, coarse pelt that covered his body. The exception to this was the softer and longer snow-white fur that sprouted from just beneath his muzzle, and downwards. Cas knew from experience how far that fur extended, down to those runner's thighs. It was this soft fur that the dingo's palm drifted through, after hooking up into the cheetah's dress shirt, and sliding over taut stomach muscles.
"Man, he's so hot," Mikori thought to himself, arching his back just enough to press forwards. The cheetah enjoyed the gentle pressure against his torso as Cas pushed against him, easing him back towards the brick wall mock-up that he'd been modelling against. In this particular shoot, Mikori had been sharply dressed in a near-black suit and matching trousers over a white dress shirt not quite buttoned all the way up, and a loosely knotted necktie. The effect that Cas had favored had been a boy sort of reluctantly dressing up for an important event, or an interview. It worked well in the catalogs that Mikori generally appeared in.
Today, the clothing worked in Cas's advantage, as well. The dingo's smile widened a little bit further as the hand not pressing gently up against the cheetah's stomach slid casually up to curl around said tie. As Mikori felt his back bump up against the false bricks and the dog's warm body press up against him, he reached up to begin carefully unbuttoning the other male's shirt. His breath grew just a little shaky as the dog used the leverage afforded to him by Mikori's necktie to pull the cheetah's muzzle up into a deep kiss.
Mikori emitted a soft, excited little moan as he felt that long canine tongue slide between his lips. The cheetah kissed back, and the two males shared excited breath while the young cat, held at the neck by his tie, finished urgently opening up the dingo's shirt, and slid both hands first up along the dog's powerful torso, then back down to hook fingers into Cas's jeans.
It was Mikori who first broke the kiss. Cas had found the young cheetah to be both exciting and amusing during sex. Initially nervous, aroused, and indecicive, it only took a tiny nudge each time to urge that embarrassment beneath the surface to reveal an eager and talented lover. As gold eyes met green ones from only a few inches away, the hand Cas had been pushing the slender cat with closed around Mikori's shoulder. The cheetah nodded once, almost imperceptibly, even as his gaze shifted downwards.
Cas felt the cat's paws continue to slide up through the thick fur on his sides and stomach, even as the smaller male's pretty face pressed up against his chest. Releasing the tie he'd taken hold of, the dog heaved a quiet, content sigh as he felt a broad, warm tongue begin to groom firm muscles through soft fur. The cheetah spent a few moments lavishing this damp attention on the older male's chest, occasional licks being applied to each of the dingo's pierced nipples. A quiet growl of pleasure from the dog was the result he got, and Mikori smiled to himself. He loved making his lovers feel good, making them want him. And on some level, he realized that it was selfish. Still, perhaps not everything selfish was a bad thing.
Gradually, the feline was working his way lower. He sank first to one knee, then the other, long spotted and striped tail lashing once or twice behind him. His tongue curled up against the dog's navel briefly, and Cas gasped, fingers curling into the slim feline's dark hair.
He knew he had permission. There was no need for him to ask. But still, it had become almost a game for the young cheetah. Voice quiet, he whispered up to the dog, "Cas . . . can I?" It was familiar to Cas, as well. "Mmm. Be my guest," was the quiet, bemused reply.
Once again, deft fingers wasted no time in opening the button-fly that held the dingo's blue jeans closed. Slowly, the corners were drawn back, and the cheetah drew in a quiet breath, once again full of the scent of canine, though this time it was much stronger, full of raw musk.
Cas was already half hard by the time the feline had his groin exposed to air. A few soft pink inches of canine penis were exposed from their home, quickly growing a darker red. The six foot dog reached down, and laid one paw between both of Mikori's rounded ears. For just a moment, the feline's gold eyes flicked away from that swelling erection to observe the toothy smile that graced the confident male's face. "Don't wait too long, or I might change my mind." There was that amused tone once again. Mikori knew he was being teased, but he also knew it was good natured. Still, he didn't feel too much like holding back at this point. They both knew what he wanted.
As the young man's short muzzle descended towards his sheath, Cas drew another deep breath of anticipation of the moment when someone first touches your dick, the electric sensation that floods through your body from the crotch upwards. He wasn't disappointed. Those dark lips pressed firmly right up against the base of Cas's still swelling cock, broad tongue flicked out, and he tasted that slick, vein laden flesh. Both males exhaled at the same time, the dingo's a soft, intensely pleased growl, Mikori's an excited little moan. The fingers in the cheetah's hair tightened again, pressing those lips firmly down against the canid erection that finally fattened the rest of the way, slipping free of its home and drooling a thin strand of precum across the young feline's mouth.
"Oh man," was the cheetah's soft, murmured exclamation. Both of his paws drifted up from where they'd been grasping the edge of the dog's jeans to rest on naked thighs, more for sensation than support. The cheetah began to slowly lick his way up that twitching erection, tasting every exposed surface, coating that hot flesh in a thin layer of saliva.
Exquisite sensations surged through the dingo's body. His knees trembled, and his breath quickened. If there was one thing the young cheetah had been consistant in these past months, it was the obvious love of dick that he was showing right now. Cas had enjoyed blowjobs before, from quite a few people who were very good at it. Still, there was something about the way that this particular boy went at it, the pure enthusiasm he pursued his task with and the delight he seemed to take in it, that added another dimension to the pleasure. It also didn't hurt that that same enthusiasm was probably what had driven the cheetah to get so damned good at it.
Finally working his way up to the dog's tapered cocktip, Mikori remained there for a few moments, fingers one one hand sliding up to gently grip behind that as of yet unexposed knot, and gazed down the length of Cas's maleness. Slightly over seven inches once the dog was fully swollen and adequetely thick, it was hardly what most people would consider huge, except for the fact that Cas's knot was a little on the thick side. Mikori didn't mind, though. For him, it was just about a perfect mouthful. Once again, those lips parted, and he slowly swallowed inch after inch of that twitching canid erection.
There was another thing that the young feline loved about the dingo. He was productive. There weren't many other males who dripped as much as Cas did. It was a typically canid trait, but one which the cheetah was particularly fond of. He loved the way that milky fluid dripped, loved watching it flow down the engorged shaft, and loved the way it tasted and felt as it stained his fur. Just to keep up with the flow, he had to swallow every half minute or so. Either that, or let it run out over his lips and chin, to drip in long strings down to his chest -- which seemed to be happening just as often. It was probably intentional.
As he felt the dingo's cocktip probing at his throat, Mikori angled his muzzle upwards just a little bit, took a deep breath through his black nose, and pushed forwards again. Lips pressed right up against the bulb of flesh at the base of the older male's cock, even as he pulled canine sheath back to expose the final inch of shaft, and the knot just beyond.
Another of those dangerous tremors coursed through the tall dog's body. Pointed ears flattened against his head, eyes fluttered closed, and he couldn't quite surpress another of those pleased growls. The grip behind his knot was really driving him crazy, and the cat down between his legs knew it. Those fingers massaged, squeezed and tugged, even as the tearmarked cheeks that were wrapped around his erection dimpled inwards, applying a generous amount of suction to his mouthful. Cas' muzzle twitched again, and he bit down on his lower lip, another quiet growl audible right from the dog's chest.
"Here it comes . . ." Rounded ears perked up as the young cheetah heard those words. It was more of a grunt than an announcement. Honestly, the dingo wasn't too worried about getting anything in Mikori's mouth. The cat's preferences were no secret. A toothy grin tugged back at his lips as he reached down, sliding fingers through the cheetah's black hair and pulling those lips down until they pressed up against his knot, swollen and intensely fragrant.
Mikori's own body arched forwards a little bit, a little shiver making the fur on the back of his neck stand up on end. That thick shaft throbbed inside his mouth, the flow of fluids having already made the fur on his chin and neck slick and shiny. As he felt his head shoved forward against that thick knot, the young cheetah swallowed reflexively around that tapered canine cocktip. A reflexive nudge forward of his hips, and the dingo's flow of liquid abruptly thickened into powerful jets of salty cum. The cheetah gurgled around that first jet as it sprayed down his throat, and flooded across his tongue. His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the taller male's first squirt. The tight grip on the back of his head abruptly pulled him back, and he felt that throbbing meat slide out of his mouth with a slurp.
Cas kept his fingers entangled in Mikori's hair tightly. Those long, silky locks made for a good handhold, and allowed him to keep the cheetah's muzzle right where he wanted it. Fingers curled around the base of his slick, twitching erection, and he began to jerk himself off roughly. He knew this was what the young feline really wanted.
As hot streams of fluid splashed across his chin, lips, cheeks and nose, Mikori moaned hotly down there on his knees, mouth wide open to catch some of the canine's copious load across his tongue. Long globs of goo oozed off of the cheetah's chin, running down his neck down to darken the expensive shirt and jacket that hung from his shoulders. Some even squirted wetly up through his dark hair and trickled off of his ears.
The whole experience was always somewhat surreal for Mikori. It was the epitome of male pleasure, tangible proof that he'd brought his lover real ecstasy. And for some reason, there wasn't anything that turned the cheetah on quite as much as having that load shot across him, feeling it cover as much of his body as he could manage. Everyone had their fetishes, after all.
Cas's orgasm was long and impressive as usual. The whole thing was probably close to being a minute long, at least a couple dozen squirts of thin, watery semen splashing over the young cheetah's features before the canid began to miss that mouth too much. Fingers once again curled through Mikori's hair, and he yanked that pretty head, slick and gooey with semen, back down over his crotch. The final six or seven squirts of semen made the cheetah's taste buds come alive again, and as the dog's orgasm finally tapered off and the gold-furred canid body ceased its shuddering, Mikori slumped back onto his knees, carefully letting that still mostly-hard shaft slip from between his lips. Both eyes closed, he stayed there on his knees, savoring the feel of warm fluid dripping down his body, soaking his clothes, filling his mouth. It was heavenly, he thought to himself.
Chest heaving, the dingo gazed down towards the feline boy through eyes narrowed with pleasure. It was a sight. Mikori was pretty much covered completely from ears down to his chin. Further down, his clothes were stained dark with fluid in spots, and the cheetah was rubbing a paw over one of his cheeks, just to feel the canine's cum smear through his fingers. Cas grinned, exhausted, and sank down to his knees to kneel with the young feline.
"Swallow," he murmured to the cheetah. There was only a moment's hesitation before the cat's mouth opened, adam's apple bobbed, and Cas was treated to an exquisite view of his own semen flowing down the other male's throat. Leaning forwards, he firmly embraced the boy, who squeezed happily in return. "
"Rrf. That was incredible, as always, Mik," he panted. "How about we take care of you tomorrow morning? You can sleep here tonight." Shifting just a little closer, the dingo glanced down, grin tugging at his lips. The cheetah's own shaft was pushing out the crotch of those expensive trousers, obscenely aroused. Sometimes, it was fun to tease him like this.
"Okay. Thanks, Cas," the spotted feline whispered in reply. He felt a towel pushed into his paws, and he settled back from the close embrace, spending a few moments longer simply licking that cum from his lips before reaching up to carefully clean himself off. It'd probably take more than just that one towel, but neither of them was worried too much about it. That's what showers were for.