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Part 10

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.

“Joey! Oh god J-JOEY!” Terry couldn’t hold it back, it was too much. He gasped, his pussy gushing over his husband’s muzzle, the tiger greedily sucking it down. That warm, sweet, heat laced honey dripped down the bangle’s whiskers. Joey’s thumb working over that sweet spot inside while he continued to smack on that clit to keep that flow going.

Terry’s legs almost gave out as he came, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Joey murred and hooked his arms under his man’s twitching legs and hoisted him up, letting him fall back onto the bed. Terry’s pussy was twitching, his cunt still dribbling and soaking his new panties further as he came down from his high.

“Hey babe,” Joey murred. Terry looked down his body and past his twitching thighs to see his man standing at the foot of the bed, his jeans wide open, his ten inch beastly cock pointed right at his man, a single strand of pre connecting that shaft to his hip. “You want some of this?”

Terry mewled like a kitten, flipping around onto his belly and crawling forward to his man. He nuzzled up against that shaft, that hot heavy pole. It weighed on Terry’s muzzle as he nuzzled up to it, his nose finding his man’s harry, musky balls. They weren’t too bad because he showered, but he always had a hint of his odor on those fuzzy orbs. Terry gave a gentle purr, licking them gently, knowing he wanted their contents inside of him.

That thought sent a wave through his womb. His heat burned, desperate to procreate and take that seed, but Terry knew how to prime his man. The cougar gripped the base of his man’s long, thick shaft, pulling back before wrapping his lips around the tip and looking up at his man. Terry gave him the most yearning kitten eyes as his tongue lulled around the large helmet of that cock. Joey gave a deep, lusty purr, a shadow of a hiss behind it as his toes curled in the carpet and kicked his jeans to the side.

“Fuck you’re beautiful,” Joey sighed, his hand coming to cup his man’s muzzle as he tentatively leaned forward. That shaft slipped further into Terry’s muzzle. The wild cat had been practicing his head with Roman. Terry wasn’t quite as skilled as Levi, but he wasn’t a naive flower anymore. The cougar gave a gentle purr as his man scratched his chin, encouraging him to take more of that shaft. Terry obliged and leaned further forward, keeping eye contact as he took more and more of that shaft. He was almost half way down when that thick shaft smacked the back of his throat.

“Such a good husband,” Joey murred, brushing his thumb against Terry’s cheek. “Taking so much of my dick so well.”

Terry had a mischievous gleam in his eye as he pushed forward, his lips slurping down as his throat opened up. The cougar’s eyes closed, his throat squeezing around that head as it slipped down further. The cougar swallowed, his throat trying to send warning signs that he was choking, but he powered through.

“Oh my god,” Joey’s eyes fluttered and he gave a little thrust. Terry wasn’t prepared for that and he gaged, recoiling and pulling off. “Oh sorry, sweetie, you okay?”

“Yeah,” Terry coughed, swiping some throat sludge from his jaw. “You’re just so big. I could take all of Roman before, but you’re just so much larger than him. You’re so much more man to handle,” Terry purred, his maw opening up, a few strands of saliva dangling from his fangs as he sucked the head back into his muzzle.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Joey moaned, his hips gently swaying, Terry’s tongue lapping and lulling over the base of his cock. “Oh fuck yeah, you’re the best husband ever, you know that babe? Holy shit.”

Joey put his hands behind his head as he leaned forward, letting Terry take the lead on the cock sucking front. The tiger didn’t want to gag his husband again, though he had to admit, it was making his pride and prostate pulse knowing he was so much more man than Roman.

Pre dribbled out of that hot cock and into Terry’s throat, the back of his muzzle a stringy mess of spit and pre-cum. Terry gripped Joey’s hips and stopped him, the big tiger heading the warning as he opened his maw again, his throat relaxing as he sucked that thick meat down into his throat. Terry’s Adam’s apple bulged as that cock gaped his throat, the cougar’s eyes wedged shut as he forced more and more of that dick down his throat until he felt the tinniest wisp of Joey’s happy trail tickling his nose. He yanked back and went to work slurping over that shaft again, the head rush of being choked by his man’s cock making Terry’s pussy dribble fresh need into his panties.

“Holy shit babe! Holy fuck! That felt…shit this feels amazing!” Joey had completely forgotten about busting his nut in his man’s pussy. He needed to get his easy nut out, and when better when his man was working his throat muscles. “I’m almost there, I’m so fucking close babe.”

Terry’s eyes were watering, streaming tears as he slurped on that cock, his gag reflex ruining the rush for him, but damn if he wasn’t revitalized by his man saying he was close. Not that he needed to. Terry could feel how hard his mans’ dick was, how it gorged itself with blood. Terry took a deep breath one last time before opening his maw again and going down, seeing his muzzle nice and deep on that shaft until it was completely sheathed in his muzzle.

Terry swallowed, his entire esophagus trying to slurp down on that shaft.

Joey didn’t stand a chance.

“OH FUUUUuuuuUUUCK!” Joey moaned out, his cock throbbing as his toes curled, his fingers digging into his own skull as he shot thick wad after wad of his easy nut nice and deep into Terry’s gullet. Terry managed to hold his own for the first two shots, but the twitching and throbbing of such a massive dick forced him to recoil back, the cock flopping out of his muzzle and whipping the stray strands of nut over his face.

“Holy shit babe,” Joey murred, cupping his man’s head and bringing him up for a kiss, meeting him half way and licking a strand of his own cum up for them to share. Joey didn’t say much else, their tongues danced, their libidos burning despite having just both busted. The heat in their room was getting thick, that call to nature demanding what came next.

Joey climbed onto the bed, his knees rocking the mattress as he helped Terry up onto his knees, all the while making out with him. It was a deliberate process, their lips smacking and their hands roaming over each other.

“I’m ready,” Terry murred as he pushed Joey down onto his back. “I don’t want anything between us. I want you inside me, and only you.”

Joey got the idea. The tiger was laying on his back while his man straddled him, the tiger finally took his hands under the elastic of those sopping panties and pushed them down, slipping them past his man’s legs and letting Terry slip the rest of the way out of them. Joey purred as he tossed the panties to the side, his hands coming to slide up and down those hips. Joey’s claws bounced against that top that Terry still wore, the tight fabric still accenting his man’s natural curves.

The cougar gave a deep purr as he rested his hips down on Joey’s. His pussy touching that hot cock and sliding up and down it. The cool spit and throat sludge mixed with the dripping need from those folds as Terry slipped back and forth, his pheromone laced slick making that cock rock hard in the matter of seconds. Joey grinded back against Terry’s hips as they made out, teasing themselves as Terry worked himself up again. The cougar’s little clit bounced against the hard veins on that dick, rubbing against one another and causing him to coat his man’s length before he was even inside.

“You ready?” Terry asked. “You ready to feel me?”

“Yes baby,” Joey murred, cupping his man’s muzzle and brushing his thumb against his cheek. “You ready to feel me? All of me and only me?”

“Yes,” Terry pressed forward, his lips smacking against his man as their tongues danced, the taste of each other’s cum lacing their kiss with the musky aroma of what would soon become the mess between their legs. Terry lifted his hips, his pussy leaving that dick as he gripped the base of it, that shaft hard as iron and glazed with their mixed need. Terry gave a little gasp, breaking the kiss as the head bounced against his folds, that glistening helmet feeling those lips raw for the first time.

Terry felt the dirty thought of getting pregnant from his man. He knew he took the pills, he knew he couldn’t get pregnant, and he was going to take a plan B as well to keep from getting knocked up, but that cock glazed, dripping strands of its pre, was driving him wild with how it twitched against his clit. No wonder Levi didn’t like using condoms. This was so much more visceral, it wasn’t a surprise that it was called raw, because it finally felt like the real deal.

Then Terry pushed back, the head of that cock spreading his lips before slipping inside. It was fast at first, but then Terry slowed down. A good third of Joey’s girth had already slipped inside, the tiger’s foot paws fanning as his husband slowly descended. It sank deeper and deeper into Terry as he slowly seated himself down. Terry gave a light whine, his maw hanging open as his man filled him up, his hips coming down to rest against his man’s pubic fur, that hot cock head kissing his cervix raw for the first time.

“Holy shit,” Terry gasped, his hips grinding down like he was trying to find more cock, but in reality it was because of how the pleasure bloomed when that cock head kissed and smeared his cervix with that pre-cum. The cougar knew that his cervix was supposed to be spongier and more pleasurable during heat, but it was almost more pleasurable than playing with his clit. It was like a third love button had been installed that scorched him with the need to get knocked up. Terry moved his hand down his abdomen, his fingers bouncing against the tinniest bump his man’s cock made just below his womb. “Oh my god babe, oh my god Joey. You’re so big, you fill me up so—mmm—soooo goooood.”

Terry’s hips started to rock forward and back, that cock head pulling away just enough, strands of Joey’s pre clinging to that spongy ring before coming back to make out with it again. Over and over Terry was feeling his husband reach into the depths of his heat and finally stoke it at its source, to finally fulfill the need it required. No rubber glove to hide behind or hold back that sweet kitten cream his womb was burning for. It was all Joey, and only Joey.

Joey gasped, and softly chuckled at the sensation of that pussy slurping over his cock. The walls clamped down hard every time Terry pulled back, only to accept him with abundance when Terry slipped back down. Even after just busting his easy nut, he didn’t know how long he could last when it felt like that pussy was primed to gently suckle his kittens directly from his nuts. Joey purred deeply, the vibrations light as they rolled up into his mate. He put his hands on Terry’s hips and his thumb came to his pussy, flicking over it as he rose up, only for it to come down and grind in his pubic fur.

It was warm, it was slick, it was soft, it was hot, and it was tight. That pussy was everything Joey thought it could be as it drooled over his dick. The searing heat of that womb working over the crown of his helmet was like a hot pair of lips making out with his piss slit while the rest was a long, sopping tunnel that glazed him like a drooling maw working over hard, syrupy candy.

“Holy fuck babe, you feel amazing,” Joey gasped, his toes flexing as he grinded up with Terry’s downward strokes. They couldn’t be moving more than half an inch at a time, and yet it was sending them both into the stratosphere.

“Oh fuck, babe, you fill me sooo good,” Terry bit his lower lip, his own fingers coming down to his clit as he started to rock back and forth faster, his folds dripping and drooling over that cock. Joey’s fuzzy balls were matting from the mix of their juices that rolled over them and stained the bed with the scent of their coitus. “Oh my god, you’re so big. You’re stretching me so amazing and when I feel you all the way in—”

Terry’s breath hitched as he pushed down, that head sliding right up to his cervix and causing him to gasp. Joey had moved his hand away from his man’s clit and put his hands behind his head, the Tiger’s confidence was soaring as his shlong shlorped deep into his man’s pussy. Over and over Terry rose himself up a fraction higher than the last before coming back down, his cheeks plapping against Joey’s thighs as they got into a rhythm.

The two enjoyed the sensation. It was like every part of their sex organs were glazed in pleasure that kept growing. Like when you have an overly sour, sweet candy in your cheek and it causes you to drool only that sweet sourness was the building, mounting pleasure that kept them going. Terry was nearly lost to his man, the sensation taking him over as he rode him, his hips sliding up and down.

“Fuck that feel’s amazing,” Joey smiled, pushing himself up on his elbows. Terry put his hands on his man’s shallow pecs, wanting to push him down and keep riding him, but Joey took Terry’s wrist and lifted his hand to his lips and gave it a tender kiss. “No need to stop. I got you.”

Terry’s was panting, his breath hot and heavy as he continued to ride his man, but they shifted. It was slow, but they managed to shift to the edge of the bed. Joey’s legs slipped down and his feet braced the floor while his hands gripped Terry’s ass, gently pulling him closer in time with Terry’s riding. Their lips pressed against one another’s as Terry picked up the pace. Rhythmic plaping filled the air as they continued their raw rut. It took everything in Joey not to just dig his claws into his man’s ass and force him faster, to thrust like a raw beast into his man. To breed his man’s heat, to douse it in his kitten batter. No, instead, his hand slipped over to his nightstand and pulled something out.

“You like that big dick baby?” Joey broke their kiss, their hot breath mingling.

“Uh huh,” Terry breathed out, his eyes drunk with lust, his tongue hanging out of his muzzle as he continued to bounce on that cock.

“Yeah? You like your husband’s massive dick pressing right up against your heat? I can feel it begging for my kittens. I want to breed you babe. I want to knock you up with my kittens. I want to start a family with you so bad. I want to breed you. I want to breed you so deep you get knocked up even with all your birth control. I don’t want to just breed you, I want to fuck you full of our kittens. You want that baby?”

“Oh fuck yes Joey,” Terry’s face glowed red with his blush as his pussy continued to slap against that dick.

“You want to make me feel good? Be a good house husband? Make my meals? Send me off to work and take care of the kids? Take them to the library and the come home to make more kittens with your big stud husband?” Joey was milking the fantasy. They both wanted it, but tainting it into something dirty in the throes of heat only made it that much hotter!

“Oh fuck yes, yes, yes, yes Joey, yes to everything,” Terry’s jaw hung open as they kept going.

“Good,” Terry pressed his lips to Joey’s, their tongues slipping around one another’s. All a distraction.

BUZZZZZZ!

“OH GOD!” Terry threw his head back, his thighs twitching as the little bean teaser ring on Joey’s finger came to life. He had slipped his hand up against his man’s clit and started the buzzer, sending shockwaves over his clit. Joey had a cocky grin on his lips as he dragged his fangs across Terry’s neck, his fingers working that clit with the vibrating bean.

“That’s my boy,” Joey purred into his man’s neck and enjoying their mixed musk. “I want you to feel so good baby. I want you to remember this always, the way I can make you quiver, the way your pulse rushes against my tongue as I lick your neck,” Joey ran his tongue over a throbbing tendon on Terry’s throat, the Cougar gasping as his hips slapped over and over on Joey’s dick. “The way I make your toes curl and your pussy pop. You want to come for me baby? You want to gush over my dick?”

“YES! YES! YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAA!” Terry’s mind went blank as he screamed his pleasure out, the rolling vibrations against his clit, the way that shaft was glazing his cervix and prepping it for the inevitable flood of their kittens. It was too much. Terry slammed his hips down and his pussy gushed, his fem cum dripping loudly onto the floor as it washed Joey’s cock in its quivering ecstasy. Terry managed to pull back and slam down a few more times, his pussy drenching Joey’s lap in his peak before gripping around Joey for support.

Joey gathered Terry up in his arms, and without leaving his pussy, he pulled him back onto the bed, laying him down. Terry basically bloomed open for him, his thighs quivering apart to allow Joey unrestricted access.

“Oh dear,” Joey smiled as he helped support his man’s legs by pushing them back. “You really enjoyed that honey?”

“Oh yes,” Terry breathed, his toes still twitching, his hamstrings still quivering from the pleasure shock. “Did…did you cum?”

“Not yet babe,” Joey smiled, as he pressed the butt plug against his ass, having lubed it while Terry was recovering. “But don’t worry. I’m not pulling out till I empty all my kittens into that oven.”

Joey gave a gasp, his asshole stretching over that plug as it slipped into his asshole. Even Terry could feel when that plug was pressed up against his man’s prostate as it throbbed even harder.

“Oh god, what did you just do? You’re filling me out so good,” Terry murred, his pussy still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet babe,” Joey smirked and pressed the button on the plug’s base.

Instantly the motor inside that plug came to life, sending vibrations directly into Joey’s prostate. The tiger gave a snarl, the pleasure smacking him so hard a hot stream of pre spewed from his cock.

“Fuck,” Joey braced his knees on the bed, his hamstrings quivering as the vibrations rolled up his shaft and into Terry. “That hits so fucking good while inside you!”

“Holy shit!” Terry screamed in pleasure, his toes splaying as his pussy sparkled with new sensations. Every vein, every ridge, every inch of pussy busting flesh of that cock vibrated, every one of Terry’s buttons being played with. It was better than Levi’s vibrator! It was warm, it was alive, and this was poised to give him kittens. His husband’s kittens. “Oh FUCK ME JOEY!”

“Aint nothing going to stop me from knocking you up baby! Nothin’!” Joey huffed, an almost cocky grin forming on his gaping muzzle. He gripped Terry’s knees and pushed them back before pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in. Over and over Joey’s dick slammed home into that pussy. Terry’s eyes rolled back into his skull as Joey slammed away, his breathing heavy and hot. His balls smacked Terry’s ass cheeks, even those orbs tingled with the vibrations rolling up his shaft.

With everything else, Joey wasn’t going to last long. His cock gorged itself, slamming hard and deep, over and over and coming out glazed in a mix of his pre and his man’s fem-cum. The wet churning and slapping and grinding motor of that butt plug filled the air, only to be drowned out by their lustfully snarling. Their sex was deep, it was intimate, it was loving, and it was hot as hell.

“You want those kittens baby?!” Joey huffed, his eyes wide, his balls already churning and riding up. “I can’t pull out, I’m going to cum and I’m not pulling out.”

“Yes! Cum inside me babe! Breed me! Give me your kittens Joey!” Terry screamed, his pussy popping off again from all the stimulation.

“Fuck I’m cumming!” Joey’s his balls bounced up, the flow of pre oozing out of his cock shifted from a gentle cloudy to a deep thick pearly mess before he even reached full orgasm. “Oh FUCK! Make me a dad baby! I’m making you a mother!”

“Yes! JOEY!”

Terry’s orgasmic screams were cut off as their lips came together. Joey grunted as his hips smacked through his orgasm, his cock throbbing nice and deep, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull as their tongues sloppily made out with one another. Thick jets of cum shot nice and deep where nature intended, the stream a near continuous flow as Joey’s balls bounced and clenched against the grinding protests of that motor that buzzed against his milking prostate.

That orgasm lasted for nearly thirty seconds, but Terry kept popping off with Terry’s thrusts. His vibrating dick causing that pussy to constantly be thrown into shuddering, quaking orgasm after orgasm, their sheets a soaked mess as they made out through their orgasm.

“Holy shit I love you Terr-Bear,” Joey panted into his man’s neck, their sweaty bodies dripping on each other as they continued to grind like some worn out sex maniacs. “I love you so much.”

“Fuck Joey, I love you so much,” Terry’s legs tried to grip Joey and keep him seated nice and deep inside him, but he just didn’t have the strength as that cock constantly set him off. “Oh god Joey-Joey-JOEY!”

Joey silenced his man’s screams with his tongue, Terry’s legs quivering, his toes twitching in the air as Joey got to the slow deep strokes of his training, working that nut nice and deep, his cock coming out frothy with their mixed sex juices as they continued to profess their love for each other, their raw sex staining straight through to their mattress.

“I love you,” they broke their kiss and said in unison before going back into nice, even strokes, stoking that heat and keeping the pleasure alive and rolling right on into the next round.

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