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Part 10

Sneak Peek

Joey was having a hard time not just jumping into things with Terry and the toys he got for them, but he wanted to be sure he really knew how to use them. If Joey was being completely honest with himself, part of the reason was that he wanted more time with Roman. He understood why Terry liked the big jaguar so much. All that power in a caring frame who got off when you got off was something else. Not that he wasn’t interested in his husband, quite the opposite actually. He was chomping at the bit to get in the sack with Terry any chance he got. Though, he felt a bit dirty about taking so much time to learn without him.

The tiger was walking his way up the steps to his apartment after a long day of work, loosening his black tie as he made his way down the hall to his unit. He paused just outside it when the tantalizingly tangy aroma of curry wafted from beyond the door. It teleported the tiger back home where he would be coming home from school on a cold autumn day and finding his mom fussing over her Dutch oven.

Joey took a deep breath in, the aches in his bones subsiding as a warmth filled his lungs and he was able to enjoy that memory as it sparkled across his sensitive nose. The wafting sweet fragrance of, coriander, Kashmiri, cloves and cinnamon melded into the savory bouquet of cardamom, fenugreek seeds, turmeric and cumin. That robust flavor made into a sassy tang with just the right amount of vinegar. The tiger had to gulp back his drool as the faint musk of his man tainted that memory. He imagined coming home, his husband bent over the stove, his pussy dripping as he presented him curry and punani. The tiger’s toes curled in his shoes, his fingers shaking as his key clattered against the knob of his door trying to get in.

“Honey! I’m home,” Joey announced himself with a singsong tone. “Oh my goodness it smells amazing in here.”

There was Terry in their kitchen, cleaning dishes, his tail hiked up and flicking back and forth and folding his heat into the smell of the curry brewing in the oven. He was fully clothed, his baggy sweatshirt and shorts he usually wore as comfortable clothes around the apartment. Only his crewneck was synched around the waste with an apron to give a hint of the curves beneath that fabric.

“Oh hey babe!” Terry smiled, flicking his hands of sink suds before coming over while drying his hands on a dishrag. He flung his arms around his man while he was taking his shoes off. “You’re back a little early.”

“Yeah, I finished my meetings and they said I could call it a day—” Joey was silenced by his man pressing his lips against his. Joey gave a little surprised intake of breath, rewarding him with a strong hit of curry and his man’s sweet heat. He opened his maw, the door closing behind him as their tongues danced around each other’s maws. Joey broke the kiss with a smile, his hand coming to the small of his man’s back and pulling him close, cupping his head with his other hand and deepening the kiss as he slowly took his shoes off with his heels. Terry purred and slipped the tie from his husband’s neck and undid his top button.

“How was your day?” Terry asked, their lips parting.

“Better now,” Joey smirked, giving his man a gentle kiss on his forehead. “You making curry?”

“Oh yeah!” Terry smiled, pulling his man into the kitchen. “It’s almost ready. I called your mom and asked for the recipe. I had to go to the Asian market, but I think I got all the right ingredients.”

“Even the purple sweet potato?” Joey asked more out of surprise than a real inquiry.

“Oh, your mother said it isn’t real vindaloo without the purple sweet potato,” Terry chuckled. “I was able to get a good deal on lamb at the Greek butcher too.”

“It’s lamb vindaloo?” Joey purred, his tail flicking behind him. “What did I do to get a man so perfect?”

“I could say the same to you,” Terry smirked. “Now, go ahead and wash up. It’ll be ready in a few.”

“Yes Sir,” Joey gave a little lusty purr but kissed his man on the forehead before turning to go. Terry used his man’s tie as a whip and smacked his ass with in. It wasn’t even a light smack, the tiger barely felt it, but he looked over his shoulder at his man. The little domesticated house husband was leaning in the crook of their kitchen counter, biting his lower lip as he watched his man walk away.

Joey went to take a shower, rinsing off the day was always a good way for him to settle in for the night and decompress after a hard day of work. It also gave Joey time to think. Sure Terry was putting on a sexy face, but something felt a bit off. Joey couldn’t put a finger on it, but an uneasy feeling plagued his gut as he pondered. Maybe all the time he spent with Roman was making Terry feel left out? Joey knew his Terr-Bear well and wanted to make sure he was assured in the relationship, especially with how things had gotten so turned on their head. He knew how Terry could be when he was nervous. He tended to nest and clean to try and “prove his worth” in the relationship and Joey would have to talk him down. Thankfully they hadn’t had a conversation like that in a long time, but coming home to a spotless home and a special meal felt like a lot, even with Terry’s heat subdued. Heck! Even the bathroom was cleaned. That was usually his job.

The tiger left the shower and quickly toweled off, putting on a wife beater and some jeans before going out to the little breakfast nook where they ate their meals.

“Hey Terry?” Joey started.

“Joey! It’s almost ready, the rice will be finished in a jiff! You want a big plate?”

“I…Of course babe,” Joey smiled through his concern as he sat down for dinner. He watched as Terry hummed cute songs to himself while plating their food. He came over, the bright red curry coating half the rice like the way his mother used to plate it, freshly chopped cilantro leaves flaked over the top. His plate was overflowing with the stuff and the steam that carried the aroma up to the tiger made his mouth water.

“Okay, you’re going to have to tell me how I did,” Terry smiled and stuck his spoon into the dish.

“Terry,” Joey started again. “I wanted to see how you were—”

“Oh my goodness,” Terry had put a spoonful in his muzzle, his fur standing on end as his eyes glittered. “Babe, you have to try it. It’s so good.”

“O-Okay,” Joey gave a soft smile before taking a spoonful of the steaming pile before him. He plopped it in his mouth and chewed.

Joey had to blink. It was just like his mother made, maybe even better. The meat was tender and fell apart in his maw, the potato chunks melted against his tongue and gave the tangy sweet curry purchase in his maw, deepening the flavor while accenting the sour notes. The rice pushed through his senses, resetting the flavor over and over as he chewed, the bits slowly slipping down his throat as he savored the flavor, his drool making it a slow and deliberate dance on his tongue. When he finally opened his maw, he breathed out, the aromatics curling up his nose and giving that garlic shock that slipped past the strong flavors.

“Oh god,” Joey put his fingers to his maw, the burn from the Kashmiri powder tingling across his tongue and lips. “It’s amazing.”

“I know, right! It’s—Joey, are you okay?” Terry was observing his husband’s reaction, and he got that, but the sudden glistening of his eyes and furrow of his brow finally cut through the cougar’s excitement.

“I just…” Joey took a moment to fully swallow and clear his mouth before continuing. “I just wanted to be sure that you’re okay, ya know?”

“Me?” Terry cocked his head. “Yeah, I’m great. Better than ever really. Are you okay?” Terry beamed. Somehow that struck deep into Joey, his heart a mix of sour notes that caused his eyes to glisten.

“I just…don’t want you to think that I care any less for you, or that I’ve been avoiding you.” Joey sniffed and swiped the tears away from his eyes. “I love you so much Terr-Bear, and I know I’ve been spending time with Roman and stuff, and I think he’s a really cool guy, but he could never replace you in my heart. I love you more than anything and I just…I just need you to know that. You don’t ever have to change for me, and I don’t want you to think you need to try and…I know it sounds silly, or vie for my attention. You just ask and I’ll be there for you. I don’t care if I’m in the middle of a lesson with the guys across the hall. You call, and I’m there. You are what’s important to me, and this all is so much…I…”

“Hey,” Terry started and Joey blinked, feeling his husband’s foot paw gently stroking his shin. Joey looked up at his man, the nice warm smile there. He half expected the cougar to be mad, to be angry with him. Joey thought that Terry was doing all this to show him what he was missing out on. “I know. And I get how you feel.”

“You…you do?” Joey sniffed.

“Yeah,” Terry folded his ears back, a nervous smile on his lips. “I think it’s kind of hard to explain, but I had a crush on Levi for a minute there myself. I felt safe and grounded with him, almost the way I feel like with you, but…it wasn’t the same.”

“Yeah,” Joey looked up. “I kind of felt the same with Roman. He just filled a need I didn’t know I wasn’t getting…but…no matter how good it felt, I always wanted to come back to you and show you what I learned.”

“I get it,” Terry smiled. “I know what it’s like. You feel like you’re cheating, but we’re not. Levi explained to me what emotional cheating was, and how that can be a type of betrayal in situations like ours, but…as long as we’re honest with each other.” Terry paused and put his hand on the table, extending it out for his husband. “And with ourselves. I think we can make it through.”

“So, real honesty time?” Joey gave a little smile and put his hand in his man’s, their fingers curling around one another’s.

“Yeah, so long as we’re honest with each other, I don’t think we need to worry,” Terry nodded. “Like me when we first started and I felt like I couldn’t share my needs with you. What things are you getting from Roman that you aren’t getting from me?”

“Oh…” Joey blushed, his first instinct to pull away, but instead he gripped tighter to Terry’s hand. “It’s…kind of…um…I guess I like being a bottom.”

“Oh?” Terry smiled. “You know, I can be a top for you if you want. Levi showed me how, with the right equipment, I can actually fuck you for a change.”

“Y-You can?” Joey was more excited about that than he thought. It was almost like a door was opened and he didn’t realize how much he wanted it until it was an option. The idea of his man pinning him down made him blush. “I mean…you’d be into that?”

“I think I would be,” Terry smiled. “You know, not that long ago, I was imagining doing just that with you.”

Joey felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders, his fingers gripping his man’s as he smiled. He didn’t realize how much he wanted it or how unsure he felt in the relationship. But now that the option of being topped by Terry was real and not just a fantasy he had with Roman, he was more excited to spend time with his man. Even more so than with Roman.

“I thought you might be feeling unsure in the relationship, in a sense of being able to contribute,” Joey chuckled. “You know how you would get earlier when we first started dating?”

“Oh? Oh!” Terry cocked his head and then his eyes went wide. “Oh my, you thought all this was because of that? Heaven’s no. I just wanted to make it an extra special night with my man. That’s all. Sounds like you’re the one who needed to be reassured this time. Is this how you felt when you were calming me? That it was simply silly that you might think I might not need you?”

“Yeah,” Joey chuckled, tears glistening in his eyes. “Yeah. You know, that’s exactly how it felt. I guess I felt like…you wouldn’t need me and I’d have to go out with Roman more and more…but now that I think about it, it’s not like his dick is so good that I would feel compelled to never give it up. It’s not like my feelings for you have changed just because I like—well—taking it up the arse.”

“I know! Right!” Terry smiled. “I mean, just because I love sex with the guys, doesn’t mean I want sex less from you! And I mean, I get your attraction to Roman, he is so hot.”

“So hot!” Joey chuckled. “He’s so kind and considerate.”

“He is so much like you in that way, just so much more aggressive,” Terry cocked his head to the side as if to say ‘can you believe that’ and ‘you get it, right?’ all at the same time.

“I mean, I like the aggression sometimes, but I just need to get in the mood first, ya know?”

“And he knows how to put you in the mood,” Terry smirked. “They all do, I swear, they all know how to get under your skin in the best way.”

The two went back and forth spilling the beans about how they spent their time across the hall. They realized they never really talked much about what happened over there, never really feeling like they should, like it was something shameful. But the more they talked, the more they told each other, the more they realized they could trust the other with what they learned. It was like there was some sort of shame they had built up over time that was suddenly being washed away with each confession and story. Before, their secret time across the hall was a dirty little secret, but once they expressed it with their partner, the taboo of it all melted away. Each time one told the other something, and the other accepted it, and even shared enthusiasm about it, a bit of guilt they didn’t know they were holding onto melted away.

The best way that Joey could describe it was how he would never kiss and tell about what happened in their bedroom to strangers, but he could feel comfortable to tell anything to his husband. And that meant anything. They both knew what this was, an experience, one they can learn from and bring back to each other. Any situation that Joey felt was like cheating on Terry was because he wanted Terry to be able to fulfill that roll with him. He would have to be his husband’s teacher, communicate what they wanted, and fill the roll the other needed. That was the whole point of this, and if they didn’t share, then what was it all for?

“And they are all so different with their approach,” Joey mirrored Terry’s enthusiasm. “I mean, Kam and Caleb could run a master class on dirty talk, while Roman is a stamina genius and a wiz with—Oh! Wait, I almost spoiled the surprise I have for you.”

“A surprise you say?” Terry cocked a brow. “You’re not the only one who’s been learning things across the hall. I got some stuff I want you to see as well, but first we got to eat. I have big plans for you.”

“Oh, you going to top me now that you know I like it?” Joey had a half nervous smile as he took his hand back and started to scoop food into his muzzle.

“We can get to that another night. I have something very special for us,” Terry leaned back, just able to reach a drawer in the kitchen and pulled something from it. It was a plastic circle that opened like a compact, a ring of pills with the first few already removed. “Do you know what this is?”

“Um…” Joey cocked a brow. “Candy? I mean, I know it’s not candy…drugs?”

“They’re prescription you goof,” Terry smirked. “It’s the pill.”

“The pill?” Joey tilted his head. “I thought you didn’t bother because it never reduced your heat.”

“Yeah, the doctor said it would only prevent me from actually getting pregnant,” Terry fanned himself with the compact while scooping some curry into his muzzle.

“But we have condoms for that,” Joey chuckled.

“Yeah, but now we don’t need them,” Terry gave a sly smirk as he put his spoon in his mouth and pulled it out clean. “You want to fuck me raw?”

Joey stopped mid bite, almost choking on a lump of lamb. He nearly coughed up a spray of rice, but managed to stop it before snagging his water and gulping down his food. All the while Terry was hiding his giggling behind his compact.

“You mean,” Joey paused, clearing his throat. “I can—”

“Yeah,” Terry half chuckled out. “You want to breed me for real tonight?”

“Um, heck yeah I do!” Joey stood up.

“Not so fast big guy,” Terry smirked as scooted his own chair back into place. “You need to finish your food first. It’s always best while still hot.”

“Oh, caught between my too greatest loves,” Joey gave a wry smile. “Curry and your cunny.” Joey winked as he played with the dirty word.

“Time for you to carbo load,” Terry smirked. “It’s Friday night and I don’t want to leave the apartment for anything.”

“What about food?” Joey sat back down and started eating his curry again with gusto.

“I made plenty for leftovers,” Terry smirked.

“I love you so much,” Joey mumbled between bites.

“I know babe, I love you too,” Terry decided to fuel up as well for the weekend, shoveling the food into his maw. The two couldn’t get the food in fast enough. A quick brush of their teeth and they were in the bedroom. Terry guided his man in, taking them to the foot of their bed, but stopping him there.

“Okay,” Terry smiled. “I have another surprise for you.”

“And what’s that?” Joey asked as he peeled his wife beater off, and tossing it to the side. Before he could reach for the hem of his pants, Terry took his hands and moved them to his chest.

“I want you to take my clothes off for me,” Terry smiled.

“You want me to take your clothes off for you?” Joey cocked a brow. “I can do that.”

Joey gripped the bottom hem of the crewneck when Terry’s hands stopped him again.

“Wait,” the cougar gently lifted his man’s hands, forcing him to reveal his body little by little. “Like this.”

“Oh, I see,” Joey smirked and gave his man’s forehead a gentle kiss before taking a half step back and slowly unveiling his man’s body. He started at his midriff, his tight belly flat belly hiding a strong core.

“Those yoga sessions have really been paying off, haven’t they?” Joey purred. “Sorry, not to objectify you, Love.”

“No,” Terry smiled, looking up at his man with a light blush on his cheeks. “You can…objectify me a little…if you want.”

Joey locked eyes with his man, those big golden saucers locking with his emerald ones. He gave a gentle purr and kissed his forehead again.

“Whatever you want babe,” Joey smirked, his fingers continuing to lift that sweater. It revealed more until he came across a powdery blue, tight fitting tank top. It barely covered anything and clung to his husband’s toned form. His hard nipples pressed up against the fabric as it was revealed. Terry lifted his arms, his sweet heat musk tinging even his sweat as his arms were lifted. Joey stopped just as the crewneck popped past his man’s lips. Joey pressed his muzzle against his man’s while his eyes were still covered. It was a sweet kiss, their breath mixing with one another’s as he pulled back.

“You got yourself a tight little body there babe,” Joey murred. He felt dirty as he said it, but his heart was pounding in his chest, his dick throbbing between his legs.

A pink blush swept over the cougar’s neck and muzzle at the words. His lips parting to let out a little pant. Joey pulled the sweater the rest of the way up, exposing his man’s eyes. They were half sheathed, the pink blush glowing on his cheeks.

“My god babe,” Joey breathed, his hands rolling over his man’s shoulders and slipping over the back of that tank. It was just a series of crisscrossing straps in the back. Calvin Cline lined the bottom elastic to keep it tight against his chest. The tiger’s lips parted as his breathing grew heavy. His fingers traced over the lines on his back, coming to his hips. One thumb brushed over his powerful core, that flat belly soft to the touch, yet firm. Joey let out a little purr as he slipped lower, his thumbs hooking into those shorts.

“Wait,” Terry stopped his husband. “Don’t take off my panties just yet.”

“P-Panties?” Joey blinked, gulping back the drool that threatened to drip off his tongue.

“Yeah,” Terry smiled. “Panties. Soaking in my heat right now. No pad, just like my husband told me to.”

“Oh Terry,” Joey’s hands rolled back behind his man, pulling his plump cheeks close, their chests pressing against one another. One man clad in nothing but denim and his husband in just his athletic shorts and some special panties. Their lips pressed against one another, Terry opening his maw to his man’s tongue as their hips grinded against one another. Joey’s stiffy was pressing against his mound, that big dick rolling right along the hem of his pants as an iron hard pecker. Terry gave a gentle sigh into the kiss, his fur standing on end as their lips lightly smacked, their breath humming against one another in gentle purrs.

Finally Joey slipped his fingers into the hem of those athletic shorts. One finger at a time slipping under the elastic and slipping down to cup that ass. Sure as Terry’s word, there were panties there. He could feel the elastic laying flush with his husband’s cheeks, each one pushing the fabric as he brushed over those soft, firm buns. Joey rolled his hands over those sweet cheeks before slipping to his hips and pushing those shorts down. The shiny fabric slipped past his fingers and fell to the floor. Terry broke the kiss with a smile and Joey slowly leaned back, looking down his husband’s tank and tight core to see a matching pair of athletic panties pressed right up against his camel toe. The powdery blue two piece was clearly some sporty lingerie made to accent a cuntboy. Those tight straps and high hip lines showed off all the recent work that Terry had put into his body and Joey was drinking it in.

“Oh my god,” Joey sank down to his knees, leaving a trail of kisses over Terry’s neck and chest before kissing his sweet little belly button. Joey looked up at his husband. He looked like a model from those sports magazines. He was just missing the sneakers, but Joey didn’t care much for the footwear, but how their clothes clung to their perfect bodies like they were made to show off the contours of their form perfectly.

Terry bit his bottom lip, the fantasy of his man kneeling before him and his strap-on coming to the forefront. Terry felt powerful, felt strong and confident in his body. Before he would hide beneath baggy clothes and the shade of blankets to have sex, but not tonight. He wanted his husband to covet him, to love every exciting curve and tuft of fur. He wanted him to feel absolutely enamored with the man he married and know he was all his whenever he wanted.

Joey purred against his man’s belly, his teeth nipping at the belly button there while he moved his hands down to Terry’s thighs, gently rubbing them, his naturally wider hips and strong hamstrings part of his sex and feline lineage. While kissing the line between his man’s mons and the Calvin Cline elastic, he slipped a thumb beneath the side of that tinny slip of fabric. It was subtle and smooth. Terry didn’t notice until he felt that thumb gently flick over his clit.

“Oh Joey,” Terry gave a soft sigh, purring as he leaned on the footboard of their bed while Joey kissed his belly, the warm bundle of heat where his womb was while stroking that emerging bullet, pulling that hood back to expose it. The outline of Joey’s thumb was clear beneath that fabric, anything that fabric touched it clung to sensually, his thumb should be no different. He slowly started teasing that little clit while leaving tender kisses against that belly, nuzzling the warmth that radiated from that womb as it bled out of his man’s body.

“Oh my god,” Terry’s breath hitched in his throat before he moved his hands to hook his thumbs beneath the hem of his panties, only for Joey’s hands to grip his by the wrist. Terry looked down at his man’s green eyes glaring at him. A clear message glinted in those green eyes, a primal demand borne from being soaked in his pheromones for the past few weeks.

Mine…

Terry moved his hands back to the footboard, his claws digging into it as Joey purred his approval of his man’s submission to his claim. The tiger’s tail lashed out behind him as he continued to breath the sweet musk of his man’s heat as it wafted up from those panties. He slipped his thumb beneath the fabric again and went to teasing that clit while nuzzling into that mound. Deep purrs vibrated up through those panties as Terry’s need started to leak through that fabric. Slowly, that powdery blue grew into a beautiful lapis lazuli as the cloth drank deep of that pleasurable need. Slowly, Joey’s nose was growing damp as he nuzzled at that pussy, his thumb playing with that clit and flicking it just the way he knew would make his husband wild.

At first it was just a change of color, but slowly, through the teasing vibrations and purrs, it was becoming a slick mess. Those panties were coated in juices, drippings from Terry’s growing need and desire welling up and dampening Joey’s nose.

“Oh god,” Terry moaned. “oh my god…” he breathed.

Joey was starting the feel the boiling in his balls, the need to breed, and the truth about not needing to wear a condom was making his heart pound. He decided to kick things up a notch, using his free hand go slide the panties to the side and start making out with those petals.

Terry threw his head back and let out a gasp, his pussy walls quivering as his man smacked his lips around that clit his thumb moving to slip inside that hole and tease it as he slurped and plapped his hips against that warm, hot, cunny. Terry looked down and locked eyes with his man’s eyes. Those were predator eyes, but he had never felt more safe. Those eyes didn’t just demanded obedience, they also assured him of his safety, that he was his, and he was Terry’s in return. There was an entire promise being written against his clit, a new set of vows as he flicked and swirled his tongue and ran his lips over that twitching bullet. A promise to protect and love, a vow to learn and behold his love for his man, and a demand of obedience and guidance, a give and take.

“Oh holy shit,” Terry gasped, his fingers going down to curl into his man’s hair, his thighs twitching as Joey ate out his fantasy man. He never knew how much he wanted to eat out his man around a pair of sexy panties until it was straining against his muzzle to try and cover that honey pot up, and Terry seemed to be on the verge of popping any second.

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