Dearest Morning
#39 of Confessions of a Gay Porn Star
It's beginning to look a lot like breakfast.
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This piece is rather fluffy, I think, and I like it that way! Do tell me what you think! :P
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Bhuuuuh...Saturdays are cool, but working on Saturday's isn't quite as much - but when you're working Starbucks, there's not really that much room for complaining about it, lol, so an afternoon shift it would be today...even if the California sun out there was so promising, and nothing suited me better than loitering around.
I started on that by having a very long, nice shower, after which I emerged to the smell of coffee and breakfast cooking on the frying pan, feeling fresh and nice myself, walking into the kitchen in my bathrobe - another little luxury I could enjoy a bit longer before slipping onto something comfortable I could wear under my work clothes later on, too. But now, though, I could enjoy the breeze produced by the high end air conditioning, and the smell of food, and...
Oh dang...the sight of a fluffy, stocky snow leopard busying himself in front of the stove, rumbling to himself pleasantly while doing some stirring, thick, fluffy, mottled tail swinging around along to some internal, secret rhythm...and those fun bright blue boxer shorts that were tight around his rump...with black highlights on the waistband and the elastic opening on the back for his tail...hmmm...like frames on his posterior...hmmm...
I smirked as I did some very exaggerated tip-toeing and let out a nice little cat-mrewwwoah! before putting my arms around him and purring while I nuzzled into his neck and gave it a little, familiar lick, and put my muzzle on top of his head. His ears tickled my cheeks a little as they flicked, and he gave a good-natured snuffle, and swiped my hip with his tail, the feel of his tail rubbing against my belly while he moved it between our bodies quite lovely, too.
"Hmmm morning..." I purred, enjoying the scented mixture of husband-cat and the cooking seitan hissing on the pan.
"Morning," Kurt replied without a break in his rumble, "food ready soon..."
"Excellent," I replied, rubbing his belly a little, all the way to the cute tuff about his navel, "I'm reeeally hungry..."
That last word was spoken close to his ear, just as I angled my hips a little so that they were pressing against his rump a little bit more without forcing his own body to collide with the potentially not in a good way hot stove.
I wasn't going to kid anyone...the voyeuristic pleasure of catching my Kurt's bouncy back end in those tight boxers was enough to awaken this cat, and I was definitely in the mood for some pre-work fun...if I had to spend the best lazy hours of the afternoon at work carrying double frappuchino's to tables for hipsters to drink, I might as well log in some quality time of my own before I had to go to my ultimate fate. Now all there was to do was the rather unceremonious task of getting Kurt to...hmmm...
I moved my paws to his hips and cupped them, simply standing behind him, nuzzling a few kisses over the top of his head and along his neck, too, trying not to interfere with the cooking too much...that was my breakfast stewing there, too, after all!
"Are we now?" his voice seemed to lower a little...ohhh that dirty cat...knowing just how to get onto my...nerves, yeah?
"Hmmpphph" , I snuffled, smiling against his neck, letting my chin rub a long trail down along his spine and all the way to the base of his tail while I put my old knees to test during an extended crouching down.
"I guess you are," Kurt commented, going for the spice grinder to add a twist of...hmm...cayenne pepper?
My nose was filled with leopard rather than spice, watching the curve of his tail swinging about for a moment before I pushed thumbs under his waistband and tugged a little.
"Vveery..." I slurred in a voice that was probably a bit more suitable for one of my old videos than the kitchen, but nothing stopped me from being a little cheeky today. It was a Saturday, and all...
Kurt let out a sigh at the feel of my fingers...and possibly having the elastic of the boxers pulled against something sensitive by my fingers, but he wasn't complaining...no...his tail gave a small flick...a rather cozy one...
"Can't wait after breakfast?" his voice sounded steady enough, with the edge of a purr.
"I'd prefer not to," I smirked to myself.
Sloooooowly...I could count further number of mottles with each inch that was released from the confines of blue fabric...Kurt gladly curling his tail so that I could slip his boxers down.
"It'll be ready in a minute," he purred.
I'd already grown hard within the folds of my robe, so there really was no stopping me now...not as I pulled the boxers rest of the way down, over to his knees, before I released them and used my right paw to maneuver his tail out of the hole on the back to release it...and I remembered to duck when it swung to the side.
"Just let me have an appetizer and I'll be happy," I murmured.
I cupped his warm, fuzzy, cheeks and spread them apart, massaging his muscles with my thumbs while I dipped my head again, this time to get under the curve of his tail, to put my muzzle closer where I wanted to. I sniffled the round fullness of his balls and quickly moved upwards, breathing in his musk and feeling myself throb.
He was wonderful.
"Hmpphh...."
He was feeling it too...my breath tickling his crack must've done it...I went a bit higher...breathed some more...tasted...just a small kiss at first...then a twirl...
"Ah..."
Well there was no doubt that he was liking it. I only tasted musk and a hint of his favorite fur conditioner. All clean and nice...conductive of activity...squeezing and rubbing the firm halves of his rump while I licked up and down his crevice.
"Hmmmm..."
"Ahmmm..."
That sound fit my ears just nice...as did my face onto his butt...as funny as that sounded, but it was a good way how my chin tickled his rump while I gave him a bit of a licking. I remembered to purr, too...though by now it was quite automatic.
"Bbbreakfast's ready..."
I smacked a peck onto his forbidden zone as a way of saying bye for now, gave his left butt cheek a squeeze, and slowly got up, my arms around him, letting him feel the pressure of my hard-on on the small of his back, and now going to give his ear a lick.
"It smells delicious," I said, "you're delicious..."
I squeezed my arms about his waist a little and rocked my body onto him, simply enjoying the feel of his bulk in my embrace. His tail tickled against my ankles, well aware what it was doing.
"Well someone's in a mood," Kurt noted while turning to look at me...seeing my goofily grinning muzzle.
This pussycat just ate out some, boo yeah.
"Don't blame me," I said, "you seduced me with food and...your hot fresh out of the shower look...and smell..."
I went in for a kiss, which he didn't stop me from doing, though he snuffled afterwards.
"You kiss me with that mouth?" he sounded playful.
"Uh huh," I purred extra loudly in reply.
"That a hint or something?" he continued, with a pout now.
"Pretty please," my voice was rather breathy now, not as teasing as before...my paws squeezing his hips.
Kurt flicked an ear and turned off the stove before lifting the pan to the side.
"If you like," he replied, with a rumble.
"Hmmm..." I kissed the nearest corner of his muzzle I could reach before I grudgingly slipped away from him.
Now, usually I'm all for a nice, long, leisurely breakfast while chuckling over some stupid celebrity gossip, perhaps, but this time I made the fried seitan, the bread and the coffee disappear rather quickly. Kurt seemed amused by the speed with which I ate, and almost made a point of enjoying each piece of his own fry individually...hmmm...impaling each piece with a fork and putting them into his muzzle....hmm...
"Are you sitting there with a boner?"
I was almost startled by his blunt statement. The sudden movement of my body that involved certainly rubbed my sensitive length against the...hmm...tented... soft fabric of my robe.
"You'd just love that, would you?" I smirked over the rim of my mug of coffee.
"I can smell it," he replied, bemused, "you always leak a lot when I make you have blue balls."
I harrumphed.
"Tease," I pouted, lovelorn.
"You like it," he observed, "to tease and being teased."
"I do," I nodded gracefully.
"I'm surprised you're not squirming," he mused.
I chuckled.
"You DO tease!" I said.
"Maybe a little," he raised his brow.
"Bet you chose those sexy boxers just to tease me too..."
"I always wear boxers."
"Usually not just them..."
"I wanted to dry properly after that shower..."
"Excuses!"
Kurt deposited the last delicious piece into his muzzle and dropped his fork with a pleasurable clatter.
"Well that was nice!" he smiled cheerfully. "Now the dishes..."
I made my ears droop exaggeratedly.
"Thought it was sex first," I mumbled, sounding suitably dejected.
Kurt smirked with delight.
"How about you load the stuff to the dishwasher while I visit the bathroom?" he suggested.
"Oh but I'll be doing that for hours today..." I complained, but only briefly, because I was already getting up, "...and I can start right now!"
"Good boy!" Kurt observed.
He slipped away and I didn't waste too much time with the dishes, though I knew that I wasn't really in a hurry...he needed a little bit time, after all...still...I had soon loaded the dishwasher, and then I checked that everything was nice and clean, so that Kurt could do something fun instead of cleaning the kitchen, once I had to go to work. I had to resist the urge to slip my paw under my robe...I didn't want to tempt fate...not even if I could depend on a reload or two...heheh...I wanted this to last at least a little bit.
I finally declared the kitchen to be ready and then went over to the bedroom. I could hear running water from the adjoining bathroom, so Kurt was still there, and I was left to my own devices...hmmm...yes...just enough to do a little bit of prepping of my own, yes. I pushed the covers away to the floor and only left the pillows, because those were nice and not generally in danger from bodily fluids, and I opened a nearby drawer and took out a fresh towel and spread that over the bed, and then grabbed the pump bottle of lube from its drawer by the bed, and dropped that by the pillows. No need to act prudish about that or anything, I thought, smiling to myself while I finally got rid of the robe and settled onto the bed in my delicious buff.
I purred, luxuriating myself, puffing out my chest, stroking my mane, angling my tail just right so that any incoming snow leopards would see what I got...my pride and joy throbbing against my thigh...hard and wet...so tempting...and pulsing even from the little stimulation of it just resting there...must've been its own weight doing that...heh...
The toilet was flushed, and my ears perked hopefully...then the sink ran...then the door opened, and I smiled...yes...naked snow leopard time.
"Hello," I purred.
"Missed me?"
"Terrrrribly," I rumbled.
He climbed onto the bed and wasted no time in climbing on top of me, settling quite cozily onto me, just like that. I put my arms around him and rumbled happily in welcome, and leaned up to give him a nice kiss.
"Hello beautiful," I said once it ended, rubbing my paws down his back, with suitable firmness.
"Hello," he nipped my chin, bringing a good gasp out of me - now that was a good move. It made me twitch in the good place, too.
I got enough leverage that I could reverse our positions with a bit of rumbling and our tails flying through the air, resulting into him landing on the bed on his back and with me plastered over him. Belly to belly now...leaning in for a nuzzle...then a kiss...he put a paw behind the back of my head and pulled me down...I guess there wasn't any words needed there for now...just our muzzles pressing together...a hint of tongue...tasting the breakfast and each other.
Grinding soon started. Paws went everywhere...gripping and grabbing...just nice...just right...it's what we did. The kissing was intense...because that's what we do...muzzle to muzzle action was always high on my list of things to do. Rubbing myself against his belly and leaving musk...quite close on the top, too...hmmm...it made me hiss, especially feeling how his body squirmed underneath me, adding to the stimulation, his own length meeting mine.
"Let me taste you," I whispered.
"Don't make me wait too much," he replied, with warm eyes.
I kissed down his body, and played with his nipples before reaching his heavy organ. Five inches or so...he was in perfect proportion with the rest of him...he was quite hefty, too...and tasted great, now that I licked him...quickly along his length...with a slurp.
He moaned and bucked his hips, and I caught them, quickly, and grinned, breathing deliberately over his sensitive flesh. He was leaking too, and I lapped it away from his tip, tasting him intimately.
"Ahhh...ahhh..."
I...heh...engulfed him, for a few wet bobs over his length, while I tugged and played with his sac and the base of his tail, employing my fingers the best I could. He responded to that too with some good moans...rumbles...just the sounds I wanted to hear.
I kept teasing him while I rubbed my fingers onto his tailhole and caressed the pliant, wet muscle with my pads. Our eyes met across his body...he knew...I smiled...I teased him some more with my lips.
I let him go after a moment and shuffled closer, my own erection bobbing up and down while I grabbed his legs and pulled, with his help, so that the small of his back rested against my knees and his legs were spread just a little and pushed forward so that his back arched, and I got access to where I wanted.
"Ohhh my back is loving this..." Kurt chuckled at the acrobatic pose.
"I'm loving this in general," I husked before busying my muzzle with something else.
We don't do this overtly much...I mean...let's say...Kurt bottoming. It's less of a matter of preference for we're both versatile, but more like...uhh...what is it...logistics? Kurt's five inches were wonderful and fit me just right, and maybe I was just naturally talented, or maybe I was just...oh God...worn out, but there was not usually any problems associated with it. I was good to go, and I liked the evenings best, considering that's what my biological clock said.
Kurt's more of a morning person, really, which meant that this was more prone to happen like this...and while it was never 100% spontaneous, because you always have to be prepared to a degree, indeed, my advances of the sort were more successful in the mornings. We needed the time, too, because let's be honest here, no matter what porn says you, taking eight inches of thick cock is not an easy feat...well...at least you just didn't shove it in. There was cleaning out to do, and then a whole lot of teasing to make sure that my obliging husband would enjoy this as much as I did it when he rammed himself into me.
I wasn't going to ram him...now...rim him...
Lewd slurping filled our bedroom, punctuated with purrs and grunts from him. I mostly had my eyes closed, but catching the sight of his closed eyes, or the curling of his toes told me that I was doing things right, twirling my tongue against his hole, stroking everything I could reach with my fingers, making him relax. Even the pose wasn't something he objected to...cat flexibility had its merits in bed, too...heheh...
"Pass me the lube?" I asked after a few breathless minutes of indulging.
The bottle was put into my paw and I introduced a squirt onto my fingers, which I then massaged into his spit-shiny bull's eye. My fingertip went in easy enough...seeking for...
"Hmmmmm..."
He coiled down on me like a good boy, and I stroked back and forth, letting him enjoy the feel of having something inside him, and massaging his prostate, none the less. Nothing like a carefully aimed fingertip to make his cock pulse and leak against his belly...well, his chest, considering this positioning, really...oh damn...if he'd squirt...damn, I might lose it right there...I'd done it happen, once...though now...I might not have the patience. Maybe he wouldn't either...though lying there with his paws behind his head like he was sunbathing or something...murr...
I added lube and I added another finger, and did the good ol' scissoring action that had broken in many virgins, surely, at least in the paws of someone who knew what he was doing...and if there was something I knew about, it was sex...especially with the sexy beast I was pleasuring, thoroughly, I hoped...the toe-curling was a good sign. It was working so well that the third finger passed without as much as a small hiss.
That made me gasp.
"I...I don't think I can wait much..." I whispered, "getting...getting pretty worked up."
He smirked in a way that was...well I'll be damned, cocky, and wriggled his rump around my fingers.
"Let's do the spoons," he said, "I like that."
Hmmmm...sexy...
I pulled out of him and added a bit more lube, and rubbed the rest onto myself quickly, while my lovely snow leopard maneuvered onto his side and pulled his legs up a bit, to position himself as comfortably as possible before I moved behind him.
I stroked his body, willing him to do the final bit of relaxing while I...ahem...aligned myself and slipped between his cheeks, and held onto his leg to give myself a bit more space, and rubbed a couple of times back and forth before...well, yeah.
"Ohhhh...."
I was extra slow, and extra gentle, and sweet, too, I hoped, one paw holding onto his belly while we came together.
His eyes were squeezed shut again, and he was almost panting, and I wasn't too far from that, either. He was...his insides were practically milking me, he was tight and wonderful and perfect, and holding him in my arms felt wonderful, too.
We rocked and shuddered together into oblivion...twice...before I really had to start getting ready for work.
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