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Part 11

Sneak Peek

Joey’s eyes cracked open as he took a deep breath in through his nose, rolling over to see his husband. The sweet curve of Terry’s form was beneath the blankets softly snoring, purring lightly in his sleep. Joey was about to put his hand on the cougar’s hip and trace up and down his round cheek to rouse him, but then he thought better of it. There would be plenty of time for sex later. He should let his man have his rest while he can, because the tiger intended to wear his husband out later.

Joey blinked, his sly smirk falling from his muzzle. When did he get so…dirty? Joey shook his head and banished the shameful thought before sighing and getting up. He knew now that these thoughts weren’t a bad thing, but it didn’t make them any easier to deal with. In the heat of the moment they would bubble up and make things even more intense, but outside of mid coitus, he had to slap his wrist like a nun telling her student not to touch themselves. He was still getting used to all this, even though they’d been at it for nearly a month now.

Joey paused as he stepped out of the bedroom, his robe loosely hanging open. He just realized Terry’s heat will be ending soon. He knew it got more intense near the end, but then it would be like a fever breaking and taper off in a few days. In a week, they would be done until next fall. Joey ran his fingers through his hair and let out a light huff. He was caught in a strange moment where he didn’t want this to end and he also wanted Terry to not be so uncomfortable. Then again, Terry didn’t seem uncomfortable on his dick last night.

“My goodness Joseph,” Joey muttered to himself as he shuffled to the bathroom for his morning rituals. “Get ahold of yourself.”

Just as he said that, he pulled his robe to the side and did just that. His hand gripped his cock from the base, his massive balls and nearly foot long shlong flopped forward, half hard from the amount of pheromones in the air and his morning wood needing to be polished. He rolled his eyes at himself and angled his dick down at the toilet and let out a thick stream of piss.

He never knew why his peeing sounded so different from others before all this. He would stand in stalls and hear the light bubbling tinkle from the next unit over only for his massive Johnson to shoot a thick shot of piss that would glug down into the bowl. A strange sense of pride rolled through Joey’s chest, his cock twitching and causing some of his spray to splash the rim of the bowl before he got control of it again.

“Calm down,” Joey shook his head disappointedly at his dick like it was an inexperienced kid getting out of hand. Kind of a strange thought to have about his own penis, but whatever works to get the job done. He just glared at his powerful, thick, golden stream as it gargled deep into the water until he was empty. He shook his semi, a few drops splattering the rim and the tile beside the bowl before he tucked his beast back into his robe with a synch and went to go get coffee started. He would need to clean up later, but that’s why the bathroom was his responsibility most of the time.

“If you can’t learn to aim, you’re going to learn to clean,” Terry had told him when they started dating. Of course he didn’t understand. He sat to pee. He had no idea what it was like having so much dick to aim.

Joey was smiling at that thought as he got the coffee ready, his freshly washed hands getting their brew just the way they liked it. He didn’t have the excuse of having so much dick back then because he didn’t know, but now it tickled him with an ego stroking humor. His cock snaked further down his robe, getting harder and peeking out from the part as the coffeepot steamed and broiled.

Joey tapped his foot, his paw lightly slapping against the kitchen tile as he waited for the coffee to brew. He glanced up at the clock and had to huff at how late it was. They were sleeping in later and later all the time. It was a shock when they woke up past nine, and today it was nearly ten. They had always been early birds, but now that they had a new favorite activity to keep them awake at night and wear them out, they’ve been enjoying some very lazy, hazy, late mornings.

The tiger smiled as the coffee finished and he poured himself a mug, but he got a glass of water for Terry though because he was always dehydrated when he woke up after their big sex sessions. Not that he wouldn’t get him a cup, but he knew what his Terr-Bear needed. Hydration first, then he can have his zoom juice.

Joey smiled tiredly as he used his tail to quietly open the door and set his man’s water on his night stand. He was about to leave when Terry stirred in his sleep just enough to flip onto his belly and purr into his pillow. Joey gave a gentle smile at how cute his husband was. He sat down in the chair in the corner of the room. He didn’t get to watch his man sleep like this, and it’s not like he wanted to all the time, but for some reason looking at his husband softly purr-snoring into his pillow with his ass up in the air sent a giddy flutter through his heart. He wanted to maybe kiss his forehead and wake him, but Terry needed his sleep. So instead he silently sipped on his coffee as he watched his man’s form lightly rise and fall beneath the blankets.

Terry’s tail flicked in his sleep sometimes, the blanket curling up and exposing the Cougar’s side and back. His toned form from all the yoga was simply stunning, the lightest peek at his cheeks caught the rays of light that slipped in from the crack in their curtains. The gentle wafting breeze from the vent caused the curtain to sway back and forth, causing the light to lazily ripple across Terry’s hip, highlighting his tail and the peak of that beautiful cheek.

Joey was pulled from his soft smile when his dick twitched. He hardly noticed when he was half hard anymore, but he was at full mass, his dick forcing his robe open and rolling up to point at his shallow pecs and bounce around his abdominals. His balls rolled forward and rested on the chair beneath him, each churning with the vigor that Terry’s heat demanded, his cock rising to the occasion and oozing a pearl of clear pre from his piss slit.

Joey sighed softly before gripping the base of his cock to get it into a better position, but when he did, his entire boner felt hot. A dribble of pre bubbled up from his balls and rolled out of his cock head. A ribbon of pre slid down his cock, slinking along a thick vein. Joey bit the inside of his lip and looked back at his man, gently setting down his coffee.

He loved his husband, everything about him. He was sweet, kind, hot, funny, cute, and an absolute freak in the sack when he wanted to be. He knew he was blessed with an amazing husband, but a perfect sex partner too? The tiger had to hold back his purring as he started to gently stroke his cock, the foreskin rolling over his cock head and causing his pre to spill down over his shaft. Joey knew he broke some vows to get here, they both did, but were they really broken? Joey had trusted Terry, and Terry trusted him. They both agreed and made an exception that lead to this amazing life. This heat that would normally be a time of turmoil for Terry and himself was flipped into the most amazing, sexually explosive, and empowering experience they had ever had.

And they did it together! They were there for one another, every step of the way. Sure there was friction, but they got through it and out the other side stronger than they ever were. Joey didn’t think he could love his husband more than he already did, but somehow they broke through a barrier. Before it felt like their entire relationship they were holding hands over a wall, but now they dismantled that wall brick by brick, blasted it down and built a home. A home that nestled deep in their hearts.

Joey parted his lips, his tongue lulling out lightly as he stroked his dick, watching his beautiful, amazing, selfless, and caring husband enjoy the honeyed dreams he was purring in. The tiger had to gulp back drool as more pre dripped down his shaft, his hand rolling up to catch it and slick his member, stroking it to his husband’s sleeping form. He would do anything for Terry, be anything, do anything to him that he asked, and Joey knew deep down that he would in return. His heart pounded in his chest and in his palm. He knew he could jerk off in the other room, but for some reason it felt almost like cheating not to share his pleasure with Terry in some way. He didn’t want to be apart from him. He wanted to be with his husband more than anyone ever.

More than Roman, more than Kam and Caleb, he didn’t even care if he ever had a chance with that sexy snow leopard Levi. Joey just cared that he and his husband would be together, exploring this world and each other forever.

“J-Joey?” Terry sniffed as his eyes fluttered open. “Are you…masturbating?”

“Oh gosh,” Joey tried to hurriedly pull his robe over himself. “I-I…um sorry.”

“Honey,” Terry smiled sitting up in the bed, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “I think we’re well past modesty, aren’t we?”

“Yeah, but…I didn’t want to objectify you or something,” Joey blushed hard, his boner bouncing against his robe, the covering little more than a silk sheet. “I mean, you deserve to rest…”

Joey trailed off as he looked at his man, his gorgeous, long legs slinking over the edge of the bed. His foot paws silently going to the floor. His soft yet toned stomach was on full display, the sparkle in his eyes working through the tired fog that clouded them. The ray of light sat across his lap, bathing his wide thighs and hips in the golden rays of midday and framing his gorgeous pussy. That glorious peach glistened with morning honey dew. His pink clit was neatly tucked between his petals as he got up.

“I deserve to what now?” Terry asked, a gentle and kind smirk on his muzzle.

Joey was frozen, his words lost to him as he gazed on the most beautiful creature he had ever known. It almost hurt his eyes to gaze upon his husband, his husband. Every dimple, every curve, every soft and supple slope and valley burned into his memory. If angels truly did exist, this is what they would look like. He knew what beauty was, he knew what was attractive to other people, but Terry was so perfectly sculpted to fit every wrinkle and crease of his heart. Terry filled every corner of Joey’s being with his tender eyes, his velvety lips, the way he spoke, heck, even the way he slept was the model of perfection with all his imperfections. If anything would change on Terry, then it would fundamentally change the meaning of the word beautiful for Joey. He couldn’t help but be enthralled, entranced, lost in the amazingness of his husband—

“Joey? You okay there?” Terry nodded to Joey’s throbbing boner.

“Yeah!” Joey shook his head and tried to sit up to hide his throbbing hard on. “Yeah, all good. I can wait until you’ve had your coffee before we do anything hun.”

“Really?” Terry cocked his head, the ray from the curtain catching his golden eyes for the briefest moment.

“Yeah, I can wait. Anything for you Terr-Bear,” Joey was going to get up when Terry spoke up.

“Hold on,” Terry breathed it out. It was like a spell that froze Joey in his tracks, but also made him melt into the chair. “I…I kind of like this.”

“You like me masturbating to you sleeping?” Joey cocked his head to the side.

“I mean, I don’t really care either way on that, but…could you…um…slouch down a bit and…spread your legs?”

“You mean, like this?” Joey cocked a brow and slouched in the chair, his legs spreading wide yet still kept his feet firmly planted on the ground. His robe flopped open, his cock springing to attention, causing a strand of pre to flick up and wrap down around his cock, oozing his arousal.

“Yeah…like that,” Terry blushed, bringing a knuckle to his mouth to gently bite on it. “I…I don’t know if it’s because I just woke up or haven’t had my coffee yet…but…would you want to try something?”

“Whatever you want,” Joey smiled, his cock throbbing in the air.

“I mean, I guess it’s sort of your idea, but could you maybe objectify me a little?” Terry looked down, his cheeks a gentle rosy pink.

“You mean, like the way Caleb and Kam kind of do?” Joey cocked his head.

“Yeah, but…make it more…more you?” Terry looked up at him with resolve. “Say the dirty things they say while still being my husband…please?”

Joey’s heart melted as he heard that little please squeak out from Terry’s nervous lips. The tiger had to hold back a huffing laugh. He didn’t want to make Terry feel ashamed for asking. No, instead he took a deep breath and called upon all the experience, all the training he had undergone and dawned the guise of the objectifying husband…the objectifying loving husband. He didn’t know exactly what that meant, but at the core of it, Terry wanted Joey…but the dominance of the boys behind it. How would he do that?

Joey felt the character almost bubbling up inside him. He felt this persona be born in real time as one of his legs relaxed, his foot paw extending outward as he gripped his coffee with the other hand. He put his other hand on the arm rest as a sly, perfectly cocky grin spread lips.

“Come to daddy,” Joey’s voice was deeper, gravellier and more manly. Terry shuddered from the look alone, but those words shot right into the cougar’s pussy. Then Joey took a sip of his coffee, the steam rolling across his eyes before he pulled his mug away. “Now.” He ordered with a sweet and enduring finality.

Terry gave a sweet little chirp and stood up. Joey felt embarrassed from the play, but by the way Terry reacted, he felt his confidence swell. He was a big dicked husband and Terry was his barefoot housewife. An object he adored and loved, but an object for his pleasure none the less. As Terry came over Joey gave his husband a once over, his eyes eating up the cute cougar before him.

“Good girl,” Joey purred deeply. “Sit on daddy’s lap.”

“No…no foreplay?” Terry asked.

“Are you going to make me tell you again, hun? Sit on it,” Terry felt a little mean, but the way Terry’s thighs rubbed together and glistened with fresh slick, he knew he was hitting the mark, his confidence continued to climb, coming more into his character as they went. “The foreplay was you getting to see this beautiful, big dicked husband of yours. Now it’s time for you to do your wifely duties.”

“Oh, y-yes,” Terry’s face was turning red as he slowly worked his way into straddling Joey’s dick, that pussy drooling over his tip before the cougar slipped down, that cock sinking deep into those hot depths and seating itself against that cervix.

As soon as Terry’s pussy bottomed out against Joey’s pubic fur, the tiger took his free hand and gently brushed the back of it against the cougar’s cheek.

“There’s my good house husband,” Joey rumbled. “You like how much I fill you up? You like how I can flex my cock and you can feel it kiss that pretty little cervix?”

When Joey said “flex” he squeezed his prostate and caused his dick to flair and ooz pre over that sweet, deep entrance.

“Oh yeah, I really do baby,” Terry purred, his body gently vibrating over that cock, his walls drooling over that dick. He gently rolled his hips back and forth, slipping that dick in and out with the smallest of movement.

“That’s it baby,” Joey sipped his coffee before giving a gentle sigh. “Ride daddy’s dick, nice and slow. You know just the way I like it, baby.”

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