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"Can I interest you in a free sample Sir?" the young vixen asked as I walked down the aisle, my head hung in shame to be in this position once again. It had been ten years since I'd had to go shopping with my mother, and of course she had to drag me into some lady's store, and who wasn't trying to shove perfume at me?

Looking up at the fox I frowned and shook my head, "No thank you," I replied before speeding up to catch up with my mother. When I did I kept my head down, not wanting to be seen as a shepherd of twenty-three who still goes shopping with his mother. "Mom...you know I'm glad to get out with you and all that, but...this is so embarrassing--that was the third worker here whose tried to sell me something,"

"Well Ivan, maybe they think you have a nice lady friend who would enjoy something," my mother replied simply, giving a small smile that let me know just how much she enjoyed watching me be embarrassed--still.

"I don't think Devin would appreciate that. And I don't think he's got any lady friends either," I said with a small frown, knowing my mother also still enjoyed dropping hints about getting a girlfriend--despite the fact I'd been with Devin for six years. We did have lady friends truthfully, but not 'ladyfriends' as my mother meant it.

"Well," my mother emphasized with a pout, "Forgive an old woman for concerning herself with her children,"

"Mom," I said with a small smile, "First off, you're hardly an old-woman; you're only forty two. I've got three sisters and two brothers...you don't have to look for grandchildren from me--I'm sure they'll give you all the ones you could ever want. Unless you want me and Devin to go for an adoption or surrogate type thi--"

"No, no, no!" my mom interjected quickly, always hating my little joke about such a thing, though me and Devin have given it the occasional thought--never too seriously though. We both just know it's a great way to get my mother to stop the 'give me a grandchild' rant.

I chuckled a bit under my breath. I didn't try to cause angst with my mother, in fact I would have dared to say that I mostly defused it. She never gave up on this sort of stuff. Dad was better about it though; he seemed to like the idea at times. Of course, my father dad had been the one to introduce me to Devin--much to my mother's dread seeing as we've ended up together.

"Sir, I'm sure you'll love this sample!" a black panther said suddenly from the side, spraying me right in the face. I think she meant to be aiming for my nose--a notion that concerned me even further.

"Blech!" I gagged, waving my paw in front of the evil vixen who sprayed me once more, the smell being infused into my fur. It might not have been a bad smell, at least not in small bits, but getting hit with such a pungent fume right away sent me off my feet. "Please stop!"

"Oh-I think it smells delightful," my mother says from the side.

I hacked cough and rubbed the stuff away, though all it did was just get it deeper under my fur. A glare would've been an understatement--I scowled rather heavily at the panther, "Two times? And who sprays a person in the face?"

"I'm s--"

"Oh come now Ivan...it's a nice perfume," my mother said quickly and smiled happily at the panther who looked rather confused, looking between me and my mother. My mom's tail wagged behind it, "I didn't know you were so opposed to coming through here,"

"Devin has a sensitive nose," I asserted, but quickly realized she knew this. It shouldn't have surprised me. I glanced over at the panther and looked at the bottle, wondering if it wouldn't upset my love too much--hoping it wouldn't.

"I'm sure he'll be more than fine," the female shepherd said with a smile; her black masked muzzle--much like my own--hiding a very insincere smile.

"If he isn't...kissing him always makes him feel better," I replied, deciding if my mother wanted to play it that way I'd rub in my gayness a bit--Devin would've been snickering beside me.

"How was it with your mother?" a deep voice asked from somewhere inside the house. "Still trying to get you to give her some pups?"

I laughed lightly and undid my tie, letting the two loose ends hang about my shoulders like a scarf, "Oh you know she likes you well enough...just that neither of us are going to get pregnant," I said and heard movement inside the house, like pots and pans. I moved through the living room and poked my head into the small kitchen, where I found my hunky lion standing on a chair and pulling out a few pans out of the space above the stove. "And how did you know it was just me?"

"Oh come-on Ivan...if your mother was with you I'd have heard her from the parking lot,"

"Heheh...well, maybe," I admitted with a small grin, knowing the joke was sadly diluted by the truth of it. I kept my eyes on his swishing tail for a few moments, and the desirous item to which it was anchored. After having my fill I let my attention wander elsewhere, "Are you going to fix something nice tonight?"

"I'll be trying my best you know," Devin told me, his voice muffled a little by it being projected into the cabinet. Once he had all the pans Devin stepped down from the chair and smiled at me. He had on a tight, white tanktop that I could make out his fur through, especially at his mane. Accompanying that was a pair of snug boxers, which showed off his lower quarters just as well as the tank top showed off his upper body--and also told me he hadn't gotten up till late in the afternoon. What did it for me was how his mane showed a bit and I could watch his happy trail run down into his low lined shirt; I'd be called a liar if I said I didn't love seeing him in form-fitting clothing.

"Then it'll be amazing I'm sure," I replied with a grin. Even when he'd been up on a chair Devin had seemed a good bit bigger with comparison to me. He's six-five and comes in nearly seventy five pounds more than me--while I'm only five-seven and one hundred sixty pounds. We're quite the sight together, but unlike how some thought, neither of us minded that I have to get on my tip toes--or my lover has to lean down--to kiss one another.

Devin laughed and began to come down, even holding a pan on his head, "Well, I don't know...with your mom it's always interesting...I'm scared if I fix something too nice then she'll stereotype me as the woman of this relationship,"

"Oh no...I wouldn't want her to think that," I said with a mock smile. "Especially since you're so strong and big..."

Devin rolled his eyes at me, but indulged me by flexing an arm, revealing a well toned set of muscles whose strength I knew very very well. His tail flickered back and forth behind him and a small smile ran over his features, "And of course our bed-based activates aren't up for dinner discussion are they?" he asked, as if they were even when in regular company.

I rolled my eyes at him but couldn't stop a small laugh, "Oh, I don't think it'd go too well, there are only so many things I can speak of and not be considered a miscreant,"

"But if we did she might learn that neither of us quite fit the husband or wife role--perhaps husband to husband maybe," Devin replied, smirking at me.

"I think she has enough trouble with the concept that you're my boyfriend...it took me long enough to articulate that to her,"

"But learning her eldest son has a great oral skills isn't anything to be ashamed of," Devin told me with laugh, not his proudest innuendo. Still, I knew my mother wouldn't have caught that one: bless her innocence.

"I'd say I'm a pretty good guy in bed all around...even when I am on top,"

"You're great everytime Babe--last night being no exception," Devin assured me, throwing in a wink, and set down the pots carefully. He moved over to the refrigerator and began pulling out an assortment of items I knew he'd be able to turn into something amazing with an hour or two. "Oh, can you get the salt and pepper off the table please?"

"Of course," I replied and quickly did as was told. I moved over and handed him the needed items. Devin thanked me and I gave him a quick surprise by leaning up on my toes and kissing him. I could tell he'd showered, the fur along his face still felt slightly wet, and the scent was that of our shampoo with the hint of his conditioner he likes to use on his mane. He moaned another thanks to me and when I pulled back I patted him on his firmly toned stomach, "That's a down payment on you being nice to my mom,"

"Oh?"

"Yeah," I said and lean up and give him one more kiss, a bit lighter but more touchy-feely, "And that's for complimenting my bed skills," I added with a smirk.

Devin smiled at me but didn't reply, instead just staring at me for a few moments. After a few seconds he leaned over and took a whiff before pulling back and shaking his head, "Whew...umm...so...where did you guys go?"

I cocked my head and took a good whiff of myself, but didn't catch anything, "Umm...just to the local flea market...why, do I smell bad?" I asked and waffed my shirt a little, as if to remove the smell. Behind him Devin's tail did more loops than usual--like when we watched horror movies together.

"Oh...it," Devin said and shook his head again. He stopped for a few moments, took another step closer and buried his nose in the nook of my neck and gave a heavy breath.

"Well...we went by some perfume place..." I told him, guessing he was being affected by it. I pushed him back and smiled, "Sorry if it's making you fuzzy," I apologized, knowing Devin had a bit of a sensitive nose. I was the one who went down the detergent aisle because it always gave him a headache after all. Then again, if it was making him dizzy I wasn't quite sure why he'd bury his head into my neck.

"No...It's good," Devin told me, a tiny shiver running down his body.

"Are you OK?" I asked, giving a light chuckle at the sudden reaction. As if to continue his strange reaction he began to purr and I gave a light yelp as one of his arms circled around me and pulled me closer.

"Yeah...fine," Devin said, rubbing his head against my neck rather roughly. His free paw moved to my chest and he didn't bother to be gentle with his gropes.

"Are...you sure you're OK Devi--Ouch! Devin!" I barked, the lion giving me a more than normally feisty bite on the neck. Devin seemed undeterred by the bark, in fact the lion pulled more roughly on me.

"Gotta have you," Devin purred after a moment, a bit unsure himself where the sudden change had come from. All he could really tell was that he did have to have the dog, and soon.

"M--My mom is coming over in three hours y--"

"Plenty of time," Devin interrupted me and seemed to exert a forcible effort before he pulled back from my neck. He was grinning pretty broadly and reinforced how strong I was sure he was when he gave a curt pull on me, bringing me off my feet and holding onto me. He shook his head again, but was still grininng. He leaned in for a quick kiss, staying longer than he meant if I had to guess by the way he pulled back to take a breath like he'd just been dunked into the pool, "Wh--What did you get on you?"

"I...well," I said and my face dropped a little but not so much as in a revelation, "I only got sprayed by this one girl. She had this bottle of stuff... Châteu...Some fancy word and then...uhh Nep...Nepa-cat-asomething,"

"Nepeta cataria?" Devin asked, smiling and making me think he was about to start laughing, though at the moment he sounded rather angry.

"Yeah, that was it!"

"...bitch," Devin grumbled under his breath.

"Devin!" I barked and swatted him on his nose--I mean, I knew he didn't like my mother, but he was never one to insult her.

"She gave you cat-nip Babe!" Devin lamented, finding it hard to believe such an event was coincidental when it came to my mother, and I didn't blame him. Even still, with his annoyed tone, and feeling like she was out to get him, he was still smiling at me. He was sure he looked like he was giving a happy exclamation, even if that was not the case. Leaning forward he found himself stealing a kiss from me before being shoved back.

"Are you serious?" I asked, frowning a bit. My mother had seemed intent to get me to that area, and, hell, I can't lie--she would do that. I mean, whenever my dad isn't around my mom is ever watchful of a way to pick at Devin. After a second a small laugh--as close to a giggle as I ever let out--escaped me. I couldn't have helped it with the thought. Devin was a big-cat, by nature and quite physically; even among the bigcats. "So...a bit of kitty-nip is affecting you, a big strong lion?"

Devin smiled at me, but his eyes told me it was quite a large frown, "It's not like just because I'm a big-cat means I don't get affected...it's a drug!" he told me before leaning in and nuzzling me roughly again. He did that for a few moments before kissing roughly at my neck and letting out a small growl, "But a damn good one too,"

"Heheh...you're kinda cute when you're like this you know,"

"Oh?" Devin inquired, dotting my neck and face with small kisses before getting to my lips and doing the same.

"Yeah...it's nice to see this repressed kitten in you," I told him, feeling his paws splayed over my chest and rubbing me tenderly with his left and roughly with his right. "Or would it be better to just say you're not inhibited?"

"You can decide: I'm certainly fine being your kitten: a good kitten for my shepie," Devin hummed, making me realize just how much the smell must've been affecting as I generally had to work much harder to get him to admit to being my kitten. He kissed me sweetly for a few moments before pulling back and letting his purr thrum through the air much more powerfully. He dipped down for another kiss, as his paws moved up to my face to cup it, holding me closer so that I couldn't pull back.

"Mmmm" I moaned into his muzzle, welcoming the flicking member into my muzzle and fighting it down so I could return his kiss. Slowly his paws left my face and moved back down my head before I felt a pressure behind my neck. I opened my eyes slightly, able to see Devin wrapping his paws in my tie to keep me closer. Our lips parted, only for our forehead to touch, and I smirked up at my lion while he pulled me by my tie, "What do you think your doing?"

"Taking you to the bedroom," he said with a simple grin, leaning down to give me another simple kiss.

We continued this way for the next minute it took us to get to the bedroom before my lion sat down on the bed and I straddled his lap, being guided continually by the impromptu leash of sorts. With my free paws I began to push his tanktop up his chest, rewarding myself gratuitously with plenty of gropes and time spent playing with his mane. "What do you want to do?" I asked as our lips parted for me to remove his shirt.

"I have a few ideas...just have this huge urge for some doggie cock though" Devin said, unraveling the tie and throwing it away while I began on my shirt, leaving it unbuttoned. It didn't take us long to begin making out again, this time a bit more fervidly because we both wanted this; both wanted each other. His paws didn't waste too long before going to my pants, the belt clinking as it was pulled quickly with each loop and deft paws helping to release the building pressure in my loins.

After a few moments more of kissing I pulled back and grinned at the lion, "I wonder what my mom was thinking...I'm liking this scheme of hers,"

"Me too actually...I'd say it backfired on her," Devin admitted with a grin of his own as he pushed down my pants. We hit a small bump in the road though. Devin's ears flickered at the jingling sound that my pants made as I tried to get them off, but with my shoes on it was a task a bit too difficult. "Let me get those for you Hun,"

I yelped in surprise as I was tossed on my back. Devin kissed at my face and worked his way down, kissing over my neck, chest, and stomch, but staying strategically away from my waist instead continuing to trail down till he was at my knee. His claws trailed down slowly too, and I wondered if they weren't retracted because of the catnip. I was forced to wait while he worked over the laces of my shoes; it may not have taken long, but when you're at this point, it seemed pretty long to me. Soon enough I kicked off my clothes so that the only thing left was my boxers and shirt around my shoulders.

"Looking good," my lion mumbled as he began to kiss his way back up my body. This time he made his stop at my waist though, his purr increasing quite a bit as he did. He caught the elastic of the boxers between his teeth and gave a playful growl--letting me know just how the catnip was affecting him: he never did stuff like that.

I didn't get to think on it too long because my boxers were soon sliding away from my body while a warm, wet muzzle was sliding over my cock. Devin moaned happily up at me, more than happy to let his muzzle replace my boxers as my cock's resting place. Almost instantly he began a suckling rhythm accompanied by a slow bobbing of his head. My paw fell on the back of his head and I gripped at his mane, guiding him lightly--though sometimes he fought me playfully instead.

Devin sucked along my cock for a few moments, purring through it all with a healthy dose of moans for both parties. Soon enough he surprised me by spinning his body around while staying on his task and presenting his rump to me. He wriggled the mounds of flesh in my direction with a moan of encouragement--one I didn't very well need.

I dove my muzzle between the beautiful furred mounds to the less furred area, not bothering with teasing him. My paws groped and played with the firm gluts I had come to enjoy in nearly every capacity. The smell of our soap was still very lightly on Devin, not a bad smell and one I rather welcomed as I worked over my own treat. He pushed back at me, and I licked over him from his low hanging orbs to circling the haired ring of muscle--getting a very eager and happy moan as I did.

"Mmm--MMmm...mmph," Devin purred back at me, his tail smacking me a few times but it was something I was very ready to ignore--besides, I knew why his tail was thrashing: I was happy to cause it.

I played with my lion, sometimes circling his pucker and other times giving it a real heavy dose of tongue. After a bit I began to thrust up into his muzzle, reminding him of his task which he retook to eagerly--moaning an apology and making me grunt in pleasure as he gave one of those amazing feline tricks over my member. We went on for a few minutes, till my jaws were getting tired. His blowjob was nice, but held much less finesse; of course, I took the compliment. I had gotten him to moan crazily a number of times after pushing my tongue past that bud of muscle, though his pushing hips were a factor too. I pulled back with a sloppy kiss, making sure he knew it as I did. For a moment I allowed myself to eye my handiwork: the winking spit-lubed muscle, the now wet furs and balls of my lover, and I could even see his cock pulsing between his legs; it left some pre on my chest.

"Get on your back,"

Devin wasted no time in obeying. I was soon standing at the edge of the bed with my cock nestled between his cheeks and playing with that lush mane. He gave a heavy grunt as I speared him, but we both knew it'd be rough with just our mutual-muzzled-efforts. Still, that didn't stop me or him, and after a minute I'd sunk into my lover; who still had a very proudly erect cock. If I were flexible as he was I wouldn't have minded dipping down and having a treat, but the warmth around my cock was good enough.

"Come-on Ivan...breed me Babe--fill me up,"

I grunted in reply while doing just that, my drooling member making the task ever easier and smoother for us both. It was rough for the first minute--but we didn't take long to get going this time. Devin was eager, and hell, I was too. He needed this and I was going to deliver. Soon I was thrusting into my lover; feeling him clench around my cock and moan my name.

We had both worked up a sweat soon enough--my lion's mane matted against his chest and a delicious musk filling the air from the effects of me breeding the very willing feline. It was much different from our usual routines. Whenever I topped we would go slow and stead, still working up a sweat, but also under the covers and so very romantically intertwined as I teased him through the night. This was much more like when he was on top--or even on those days I'd get home only to be slammed against the wall for a rough lover's welcome, I was sweating much quicker--this had a certain primal taste to it, one I leaned down to steal from Devin's lips as I ground into his rump. Our tongues battled feverishly back and forth, with sharp claws slapping over my back and my lover held me as close as he could to him.

I groaned as the claws prickled over my skin--leaving a nice scratch as he readjusted himself over and over. Our bodies were matted together, making the musk in the air all the better while Devin mewed happily beneath me when I gave him a sharp thrust, followed by another and then another; all the while he let me maul his muzzle. Every so often he'd nip at my tongue and suckle on the slim muscle, which I let him do because I loved the high sound my big-lion would make as he did, even enjoyed the prickling pain of his claws raking down my back.

After a minute I fought him to pull back, him still griping at me and trying to keep our kiss like it was the spark of a life between us: though when I pulled back it was more like oxygen was added to the flame. I moaned happily as his tunnel clenched around my member, his own was making a matted mess of his happy trail as he purred in joy. The bed was creaking ever so lightly, and the sound of my low hangers slapping against his rump offered a tempo I found myself following so obediently.

"Yes....yes...yes," Devin purred, each word coming out with a different thrust but every time with unabated pleasure. I didn't increase or slow down my pace, instead just enjoyed watching his reactions. After a few minutes he had deviated from 'yes' but is mostly saying odd praises or half-words each time--not that I minded. Unlike Devin though, my stamina did leave something to be desired, or at least I felt so; though he assured me otherwise.

I gave a strangled grunt before burying myself up to my knot against him as I leaned down,and continued panting, not wanting to go over the edge yet. I smiled down at Devin who had a smile of his own over his muzzle, "Jus--Just need a bit of a break,"

Devin chuckled a little before leaning up and stealing a kiss from me, "I don't mind...you feel great--thrusting or not,"

"You're just affected by the catnip Babe," I told him with a small chuckle.

"Or by my lover's ministrations," he said, purring heavily--a bit markedly as if to drive his point home. "You know how good you feel,"

"Almost as good as you when the situation is reversed,"

"Flattery will get you everywhere my love," Devin purred, lifting a paw to brush some of his mane out of his eyes, while with a grin he squeezed his private muscles around my cock, making me growl out at him.

"Is that how you want to play?"

"Yeah Babe...want you to take me rough; beg for you,"

I began to thrust roughly into him, growling at him as I did while my balls resumed slapping against his rump. I could feel his tail curl around my leg, even though it continued to thrash against it as he moaned.

"Harder!" Devin grunted, his features taut with pleasure and a look much like he was when our positions are switched and I would be the one demanding the same action. I recognize it; he's about to cum. Moving my paws down to his hips I increased the pressure behind my thrusts, getting Devin to growl out in pleasure. The growl reverberated with his purr, turning to a happy moan as I ground into him, "Tie me Ivan...please,"

I wasn't going to last long either, I knew that much. The least I could do was fulfill my lion's request--not that I hadn't planned on it; him asking was just a kind prod. My balls drew up close to my body, while Devin was writhing beneath me, muttering some profanities and blessings at the same time.

"Want it?" I growled, giving my best 'rough' voice I could. It was deep, and pretty aggressive, but I'm much more used to a whining happily while Devin is above me doing these very naughty things. He nodded needily. I'm not quite sure how I did it, but I pushed Devin further onto the bed and pounced onto my knees, beginning to drill him as roughly as I could for the purpose of tying him.

"Oh Babe...I'm gonna cum...f-f--ff...Oh!"

"Come-on Dev..." I growled at him, leaning over him till I was snarling in his face. It would be feat but it was possible--I don't know how I knew, but I knew I could get Devin to cum paws free. "You want my cock--want to get taken! My big-strong lion...my kitten...you wanna cum don't you,"

"Yes! Yes!" Devin moaned, his back arching and me arching mine so he didn't get to feel my furs on his needy member. "I'm yours," he said in a pleading voice. He looked, smelled, sounded, and felt damn sexy right now--I couldn't contain myself. Getting this beefy, intimidating lion to be so submissive, to want me so much--I would've paid millions to have it on tape. But for now having him grip at me and beg for me was more than enough.

I punched into him a few more times before he let out a mix between a growl and roar--his purr making the entire sound like a motor that wasn't stuck but wasn't igniting yet either. His paws raked down my back and his face was scrunched up into a ball. I panted into his agape muzzle, pulling out to the tip and slamming back in repeatedly despite how even his legs were wrapped around my waist--pulling on me like every other part of him.

"Ohh...ooh--Aw--Awowo...Mmmph!"

I slammed our muzzles together, instead letting him moan under the battering of my knot against his resilient hole. Even still, it was a losing battle for him: one he wanted to lose, because oddly it was a victory. He was cumming, streams of musky cat cum splashing into his fur, but I knew he still wanted--and needed--to be taken, and I had every intention to fulfill his wish. A stray shot splashed against my chin and his own, marking me like I planned to do to him. I pulled out before rocketing back into him, a popping sound hitting our ears as I passed through his muscle. He moaned louder than ever before and I even gave a whine of slight discomfort at his claws, but they weren't enough to take away this feeling.

It was like heaven. Even if my face was scrunched up just like Devin's and I was sloppily kissing him I felt so amazing. I had lost control of my hips, pulling against his once-more resilient pucker only to buck back in for him to moan. The tightness, the warmth, the way he pulled me into him; it was all far too much. I shot the first of many creamy ropes into my lion--coating his insides like he'd coated himself with cum.

I stayed up for as long as I could imagine--which was only about as long as my hips continued to batter against my lover's taint--before I simply fell straight onto him with the satisfaction of victory on my lips and pungent in the air. Our kiss turned lazy after a minute more, where my lion was no longer suckling madly on me, instead we exchanged muzzles every so often.

Devin pulled back from the kiss only to lick away the cum that had splashed against my chin, and I took the opportunity to do the same. I made sure to mutter how sexy he looked covered in his own cum: I loved seeing him drenched in his own cum, though mine was just as welcome a substitute, even if it was pain to get out of his mane at times. Once we'd collected the treat on our tongues we resumed our kiss, starting up a little game--playing for the treat and teasing the other; sometimes laughing and other times stroking the other's face.

Soon enough it ended though; I tricked him and swallowed my treat--after all, I had worked hard for it. I pulled back with a cocky grin and pecked him on the cheek, "That was 'purrrfect' Hun,"

"That was a bad joke," Devin told me, gently rubbing over my back.

I winced a little at the feeling.

"Sorry," Devin sighed to me, his claws finally retracting, and the force being replaced by a much calmer pull along my back. He kissed at my neck and nuzzled me for a few moments, "I didn't mean to be so rough..."

"We'll just chock it up to the catnip...and I'd be lying if I said your gripping at me hadn't been pretty hot,"

"I'm always holding onto you," Devin said with a smirk, stealing a kiss from my lips.

"True, but not always begging me to go faster,"

"I'm usually just enjoying our slower times--you know...like Monday night...I didn't have to go into work till late the next day,"

"I remember," I told him, knowing that if he decided to begin a narrative of our first love making session of the week it would take me even longer to deflate and pull out of him. It had been a very leisurely time; absolutely no rush. I had gone just fast enough for us both to keep up the sensations, but took plenty of breaks for making out--it had been a good night.

"Of course...this was good too," Devin breathed after another moment. He rubbed a paw down through our sticky chest; not helping to make clean up any easier.

"I--I may have to get some of that perfume," I said with a small chuckle, still panting and feeling the occasional pulse into my lover. Looking down I kissed Devin quickly on the nose which made the feline snuffle a bit.

"I don't think I'd complain terribly," Devin said with a smile, "But you have to shower before your mother comes over,"

"What...why?" I asked with a frown--after all, the effects were very positive in my book. Not that I don't love him and enjoy him just as much, but I couldn't lie that the idea of forcing him into such a state--be that he wouldn't be angry--is kind of exciting. A bit of control over my lion; it could be fun.

"If you keep that on, I may be tempted to rip your clothes off while your mom is still around,"

"I wouldn't mind that," I replied with a smirk.

"May be you on bottom next time,"

"Still not convinced," I said, shaking my rump and wagging my tail at him. Devin stared at the desired object for a few moments, and I think he was heavily considering it. He managed to shake his head though, "You should really shower Hun...and I need to get dinner started,"

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In the end I did get a shower--a quick one before going to help my lion in the kitchen. Not that I can do much in the kitchen, but I did try. Devin is far too sweet to me. We both have always known I slow him down when cooking. Maybe it's because I don't know the difference between dicing and mincing or that one that starts with a 'j' but I always liked helping. There's just something sweet about the way he'll hold me from behind, guiding my paw and arm through every little cut, or how he'll take the time to stop for a moment when he can just so he can kiss me and tell me I did a good job.

I always keep those thoughts close to me, and I think about them with every bite of the sauce my mother takes--a sauce I'd butchered the onions with; even if Devin told me that I'd effectively minced them. I wondered a little if she would suddenly find something wrong with the dish if she knew, but I wasn't going to ask; it could be my little secret.

During this time he'd held me a bit closer than normal, and after a moment even stopped guiding me and began to leave a hickey on my neck. It took us both a bit longer than we were proud of to realize that just because I'd showered didn't mean all the catnip was gone--after all, I had rubbed up against Devin a bit. It wasn't nearly as noticeable as the first time, but through dinner tonight my lion still had a bit of a loopy smile on his muzzle and purred throughout the night.

We were all speaking back and forth. My mother made a few not-so-subtle jabs at Devin, but he never lost his cool through it all; no doubt the catnip helped. There weren't terribly bad, nothing more than a suggestion that he trim up his mane (which I was quick to say would make it too short to run my paws through; that made us both smirk at her reaction) or asking him if he'd done this-or-that with a rather condescending tone.

Currently she was apologizing for having stole me for the day--though she made a point to emphasize the her son part. "I hope it wasn't too much,"

"Oh it was nothing at all," Devin replied, biting his tongue about the point that it had all been part of their plan anyhow. "I mean...sometimes it's nice for Ivan to get out of the house...we've got all our lives together after all," he jabbed back--not so subtly at all.

"Oh...Devin I do hope you were OK with Ivan when he came in...I forced him through a perfume store and I'm afraid someone got him with some of it,"

"Of course," Devin replied with a very genuine smile, "I didn't even notice," he said, and he gave a very subtle smile in my direction. Then, taking a hit from my mom--cause she knew he had a sensitive nose--he decided to hit her back, "Oh, and did Ivan tell you about Alice--she's a mutual friend and we were thinking she and her partner wouldn't mind having me and Ivan's children--what do you think? In fact, we have a binder of names...I'm quite drawn to Janice...in your honor of course,"

My mother's face dropped...

I stifled a laugh.