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It had been really hard to focus since Devon left.

Really, really hard. No innuendo intended, I was struggling.

The young cougar had blown into my life and disappeared from it in hours, yet somehow that felt more special, more significant than almost everyone else I'd ever met. For an hour after he left, I lay back down to try catch up on lost sleep.

My bed smelled of him, of the passionate sex we had this morning.

And there, lying in the sheets, I really tried to fight down the feelings I was growing for him.

And I lost, hard.

There was nothing rational about it, it was a torrent of emotions I wasn't prepared for. I was worried for him last night. It baited my empathy out of hiding. When I was younger, I did stupid shit too.

I just wished someone was there to catch me when I fell.

So when he showed up on my doorstep, drunk and lost. I couldn't turn him aside. I didn't realize it then, but thinking back to those moments now I could feel my worry for him.

I felt helpless now. I hadn't gotten his number, only given him mine. I was at his mercy for communication, until he sent me a message I couldn't make contact.

I bet he liked having that over me.

I know I would've when I was his age.

I thought him a heartbreaker because I saw some of myself in him. Only now it felt like I'd broken my own heart instead of anyone else's. That as a coyote approaching 40 years of age I couldn't even control what I felt. That I'd never had such strong emotions raging within me because all I'd sought for a long time was casual sex with guys I couldn't care for past their body.

But therein lay the problem.

Because I only knew Devon's body.

I wished I knew more.

And still, in the face of all this evidence I was being foolish, I couldn't tamp those feelings I had for him.

My heart panged every time my phone buzzed. I'd check, stomach curdling with sour hope it was him.

As it turned out, I wouldn't have to wait long. He'd come to me in the early hours of Sunday morning and was gone before midday. I suffered through the Monday, hardly able to work. I did IT for an accounting firm, nothing important, but I couldn't keep up in this state. I took a half day, which I wasted in spurned misery.

But that night while I was making dinner, he messaged me.

He sent me a selfie of him kneeling between the thick thighs of some bull, a fat cock in his mouth as he smiled at the camera.

My roommate, kinda reminds me of you

That message stung. Yet it also sent blood racing for my loins. He was so beautiful, sleek and lithe as felines were, but filled out enough to have some meat on him. I was usually pretty quick on the uptake, but with him I was paralyzed. It took me a moment to consider my response as I stared at the image, growing harder by the second. I honestly just wished I was there.

I slipped my cock out of my fly and snapped a picture, which I sent with a message.

Wouldn't you rather the real deal?

There were so many nudes of me in circulation I really didn't care what he did with it, but part of me hoped it would somehow be something more than just a dick pic to him. I really hated thinking that.

Tasty. What's for dinner?

I stared at his reply, a little mystified until I realized the picture I'd sent had my lit stovetop in the background. There was a witty response to this, I knew there was but I failed to find it. My thoughts were such a scattered tangle I couldn't work it out. So I replied simply, hinging off of the compliment he'd given me about my cooking.

_Rare rump steak and garlic butter :)

Sounds really good, you wanna make that for me this weekend?_

My heart eased, this week would be hell but soon he'd be mine again. And I'd spoil him any way he wanted.

_I'll make you anything you want, what's your order?

Can you do a cream pie?_

A smile grew on my face.

Good choice, goes fucking great on a rump night

He took a moment to respond with another image.

He was now lying on a bed, head in his pillows and bare ass in the air, shorts pulled down around his knees with two fingers in his hole. His tail coiled beside his wrist like it was a lot for him to handle. I knew it wasn't, but it still worked on me.

I growled, rubbing at my cock. All I could feel was the warmth and pleasure of knotting him. My knot started bulging out of my sheath. I squeezed my fingers around it, staring at my phone screen and imagining myself leaning over him, hands on his back as I plowed him.

I shook my head, unable to wipe the grin from my face. I sent back a reply.

_You trying to make me burn my steak?

Am I really that distracting?_

I sent him a picture of my fully erect cock, my knot formed and free of my sheath. A bead of precum gathered in my slit.

_I miss it already :(

It misses you too

And what about you?_

I furrowed my brow. That was more than just sexual teasing. He was probing me for something.

I'm looking forward to the weekend

I didn't want to come off too desperate.

Which really sucked because he didn't reply. I finished cooking my food and kept checking my phone, hoping for another message.

Should I have said more? Fucking hell.

It made me anxious in a way I'd never felt before. Heart palpitations, sweaty palms, upset stomach. I hated it. Did I piss him off? It didn't sound disinterested did it?

I didn't sleep well that night.

I still hadn't washed my sheets. My bed still smelled of him, though fainter now like the world wanted me to know I was losing him.

Tuesday was torture. All my insecurities sharpened themselves against my heart. I worked a full day hoping it'd at least distract me from some of it. But it didn't.

That night Devon sent me another message. An image of a half empty vodka bottle on a coffee table, his feet crossed next to it. His bare legs stretched towards the camera to what felt like a hair away from his crotch.

Is that all it takes to get you shitfaced?

It was an easy response, I was too hesitant to overthink it.

lol

Came his reply. And I was at a loss. I wasn't sure how to respond to that. I wanted to ask how his day was. I wanted to send him more pictures of my body and get some in return. I wanted to jerk off to him while he did the same over me. But this response was a wall I didn't think I could reach around without seeming too desperate.

And if he was drunk, he probably had others with him. I didn't get the sense he'd get wasted on his own. But if he was, that worried me.

And fucking hell. I was just piling more worries on my shoulders.

I resolved to leave it. He was still coming on the weekend. That's what really mattered.

Wednesday came and went.

He made no contact.

The thought of sending a message first petrified me.

So I didn't.

I washed my sheets instead.

I couldn't sleep that night I missed him so badly and didn't have a remnant of his scent as comfort. No matter what I did, it just seemed like I was torturing myself.

I'd spent more time longing for him than I'd spent actually with him. I felt pathetic.

I rose out of bed Thursday morning like a zombie come from the grave. I called in for a sick day. I wasn't going to try work through this on no sleep. My chest hurt with how much I'd been clenching it.

So I did the only thing that might cure it.

I swallowed my fears and sent Devon a message.

What's your deal?

I didn't expect an immediate response, but I got one.

_My deal?

You know what I mean. What's up with you?

Daddy issues ;)

Same, but be real with me. What do you want?

Na, you misunderstand. My daddy issue is that you're a two hour bus ride away from me and I miss you._

I sighed, flustered, staring at my phone without a clue in the world what I was doing anymore. I'd gotten so sick of making myself lovesick I did something I was sure I'd regret.

_Miss me how?

Miss your knot stretching my ass

I'm giving you benefit of the doubt that you probably think that's what I want to hear, but is that all?_

It took him an agonizing amount of time to respond. More than ever before, I felt like I was being burned by his inexperience.

No.

I drew in a very long breath, clenching my chest. My heart started beating faster.

Ok. Good, thank you. There's things we should talk about this weekend.

Now I was being burned by my own inexperience. Did I really have to make it sound so neutral? So daunting? More like a dad than a daddy? Fuck me.

But what was my alternative? Confess my love for him through text?

Maybe he realized the same thing. Maybe I'd completely misunderstood him.

He didn't respond again.

I caught myself then. I did love him. Yikes. It was obvious but I hadn't really admitted it to myself until I considered it. I'd fallen head over heels for some frat boy I'd hardly spoken to because we fucked good.

But at least I felt a little more secure. A little less foolish, somehow. Didn't feel like he was fucking around with me as much. I spent the entire day thinking of him. He made me hard as a rock, and that teasing was getting to me. I sat for over an hour, just daydreaming about last weekend. Smelling him. Fingering his ass. Plowing him. It made me so hungry for his body.

Those thoughts held me together until late in the evening when there was a knock on my door.

Testament to just how overworked and tired my brain was, I couldn't fathom the possibilities.

I opened my door.

Devon stood there, a duffel bag over his shoulder. The young cougar wore a grey shirt and shorts, the tawny fur on his forehead swept with the sweat of a summer night.

"Sup." He looked at me, his gorgeous blue eyes piercing, a smile on his lips as I flashed through every stage of shock. "What? I just have lectures tomorrow, they're recorded I'm not hangin' around for them." He strode into my house like he owned the place. "Do I get a kiss?" He smooched the air.

My heart thundered to life. I threw myself at him, wrapping my thick arms around him as I gave him the dirtiest kiss I could muster. Just the sight of him was enough to put a growl in my throat. My cock started growing in my shorts.

My hands fell down his body and slipped up his shirt, feeling him up as I snogged him. I broke the kiss to yank his shirt off.

I was overcome. My thoughts lunged ahead a million miles a second. He was still my erotic dream, all those same feelings were there. His reappearance was just as startling as his first and he was still mine to do with as I pleased. I shoved my face under his arm, growling as I breathed deep his musky scent.

He kicked my front door closed and let his bag fall to the floor.

I lifted him off of his feet, holding him in the air as I rubbed my nose in his armpit. He didn't stink as much as the other night, but I'd longed for this so much it hurt. I pushed him against my door, whining as I licked at his musky fur.

I genuinely don't know which one of us tugged his shorts down. I was sure it was me but I had no recollection of doing so, but they fell to the floor in a heap. He wore only a tenting jockstrap underneath.

I lifted him higher, holding him by his thighs and rubbed my nose into the garment, growling as my head filled with the smell of his crotch. I stared up at him as I licked his boner through the cloth. He made a soft sound, wincing from the pleasure. I snorted loud, breathing even more of his scent in. I growled and licked at the cloth again. I couldn't use my hands to remove it without dropping him.

I snarled, shoving my nose harder against his cock. He whimpered. I nipped twice at the jockstrap, trying to remove it with my teeth. But I couldn't. So I growled and bit into it, tearing it off. His cock bounced out and hit my snout. I lunged for it, breathing hard as I swallowed him to the hilt in one fast motion.

He threw his head back, chest shaking as he moaned. His hand pawed at my face, trying to push me back but I shoved back against it. Growling, I ran my tongue all over his cock, delighting in the way his body quivered in my arms.

His precum was as sweet as honey. I let him push me back so I could tongue his slit and stare in his eyes as his whimpering grew frantic. He started tugging at the fur of my face, trying to pull me back down his cock to still my tongue. I held firm, flicking over the end of his cock, lapping at the precum oozing out until he screwed up his face, almost hissing like he was about to cum.

I withdrew my tongue. He stayed with his face creased for a few moments more, breathing harder and harder. It was tempting to lap at his cock as it twitched in front of me, I had no care for if he finished this early or not. I was still going to fuck him. I brushed past his cock and started lapping at his balls, rubbing my snout into them and breathing in the musk of his ball sweat.

His breathing started to steady, he squeezed my ear as a wide smile formed on his face. "Daddy's thirsty," he mumbled.

I growled, chest aflutter. I loved it when he called me that. I lowered him back down to the ground, moving my hands up his body until one rest on his head and pushed him to his knees. He pulled my pants with him. He leant forward, reaching for my underwear and I could tell he was eager to please me.

But I really didn't need more foreplay. I was so overcome with want for him that my undies were wet. My exhaustion from the day evaporated the moment I laid eyes on him. I'd gone an entire day without sleep and I was about to run a marathon screwing him in the ass.

And the best part was that he wanted it too. He pushed his muzzle against my bulge. I put a hand on the side of his neck and nudged him away.

Like he knew exactly what I was thinking, he turned and thrust his bare ass up towards me. His tail curled in the air above it mesmerizingly.

I knelt behind him and shoved my face into his crack, growling as I tongued his hole with fervent lust. I yanked him back against me by the base of his tail and plunged my tongue into him, moaning as I felt him quiver. I leant back and pulled his cheeks apart before spitting on his hole and pushing it in with my tongue. I curled my lips, snarling as I pressed my teeth firm against his sensitive skin. I wasn't going to bite him, I was struck by lust and needed him to feel it.

As I pulled my tongue out, I rushed a shallow breath and stared at his spread ass, my spit shiny on his hole.

I couldn't make myself wait any longer. My cock was straining so hard against my underwear it almost pushed out of the side of them. I tore the garment off, my cock glistened with pre. My knot was out and fully formed. I dragged Devon back by his tail, closer to me. I put a hand on the back of his head and pushed it down as I lined up my cock and pressed it into him.

He resisted the pressure on his head, trying to raise it as he groaned. I crept up to a crouch, putting my weight on his back as I started thrusting deeper into him. I growled, too excited to contain myself any longer. He was tight. He was so warm around me. I hadn't prepared him as much as I should've, but that was only temporary. I shoved my cock into him so my knot teased his hole. He winced, shoulders raised as he hissed. He shuddered as he leant back into me, I felt his muscles relax around me. I started pulling back.

"Fuck me daddy." His voice cut low, like he was wincing through pain. "Fuck me hard."

I snarled at him as I yanked backwards and stabbed my dick back into him. I'd held enough of myself back to offer him reprieve from my rough entrance but he didn't need it.

He was my hole to fuck and I didn't need him to tell me how to do it.

I growled as I started humping him, feeling him open up more and more to me as my cock pressed further into him. He shuddered and shook as I grabbed his hips and started plowing him, going faster and faster until my nuts smacked his ass with every thrust.

Every forceful motion stoked the furnace of pleasure within me and only drove me deeper into lust. I was a mess of growls and he a staggered rhythm of gasps and groans. All I could smell was him as I drove my cock wildly into him.

I was panting for air as I tightened my hands on his hips, my claws digging into his fur. I slammed my cock so hard against him my knot rammed his hole. He flinched forward, yowling as I started trying to cram the thick base of my cock into him.

With another huge thrust it punched in. I groaned as I fell forward with the momentum, leaning over him. A fire of pleasure grew in my chest as I tied him. His voice peaked with a expletive lost to the sounds of passion as I kept gyrating my hips hard and fast. I couldn't pull out of him, but pulling him with me was overwhelming.

He was looser than last time. Enough that I could thrust in and out of him a bit. I kept fucking him, pleasure spreading like wildfire through my limbs. I was growling and moaning trying to keep up. In my relentless pace my knot yanked out of him. I slammed it back in. He shouted. I snarled, my claws gripping his shoulders as I plowed him even harder. He moaned continuously, the sound punctuated with a gasp every time I thrusted hard against him.

My balls ached from how hard they slapped against his cheeks. We were so loud anyone walking by on the street would've heard us. But that didn't matter as much as fucking this little cougar's ass. I growled in his ear, a deep guttural sound. I was his daddy. I wasn't going to let him forget that.

I buried my nose in the back of his head, snarling as I nipped at his ears. He tensed under me, grunting through his stream of moans. And that little motion was enough.

I felt him then, reacting in tiny ways to every motion I made like I could control his every move. He was mine.

I heaved a massive breath, eyes scrunched shut as pleasure fizzled in my fingers and toes. I groaned as I came deep within him, massive spurts of cum that coated his guts.

I fell against him, panting as I kept thrusting at him until I became numb to the pleasure of it. I lay there on top of him, hardly able to keep the weight of my own body up.

He mewled, his legs were shaking and his breath came ragged.

It was only as I started to steady did I realize this was my greeting. I hadn't spoken a word to him. He hadn't made it five steps into my house before I'd knotted him. I breathed in his ear, nuzzling the side of his face. "Welcome back."

He shuddered, panting as he turned to kiss my snout.

I groaned as I leant back to kneel, pulling him with me by the copulatory tie between us. He grunted as he fell against my chest. I rubbed at his belly, it was sticky with his own ejaculation. I was so lost in lust I never noticed he'd finished.

The smile on my face was too wide to hide. "Not how I expected tonight to go at all," I said, voice quiet. I lifted my hips, pumping myself inside him as much as my thick knot allowed. He grit his teeth, grinning as he moaned.

"I thought we'd chat first." He rest the back of his head against my shoulder. "But this is better."

As nice as this was, I didn't fancy lying on the floor by my front door until my knot loosened. I picked him up and carried him to my lounge room and collapsed on the sofa, nestling him the crook of my arm.

Pleasure boiled in my belly as we lay there. He reached back to pull my face over his so he could kiss my chin.

As the excitement of fucking him started to fade, my exhaustion crept back into me.

I growled. "I didn't sleep last night because of you."

His fingers fell from my fur. "Really?"

"Missed you so fucking bad." I gyrated my hips a little, admiring the way it sparkled pleasure through the both of us.

He nuzzled my pecs with the side of his head. "I can tell."

"This week's been fucked." I pinched his nipple until he gasped. "And I'm really tired, but feels worth it now. I don't get it." I sighed.

He sat up in my lap. The motion arced a wave of pleasure through me. "This about what you texted me this mornin'?"

"Yeah, but I'd rather we don't talk this when I feel like my eyes are gunna fall out of my skull." I stroked my fingers down his back. "Sorry I'm just exhausted."

He slapped the side of my ass. "You're not the only one." He slumped forward a bit. "I've been losin' sleep too."

"Ah." My heart skipped a beat.

"Erm, different reasons for the most part." He sighed. "I missed you too but I had shit to do. Don't mean to sound rude, just assignments and friends and all that. But yeah. Tuesday night I was feelin' gross, bit too much to drink again y'know. I-" He let breath stream through his lips. "Sounds stupid but I lay in bed tryin' not to puke, wishin' you were there to look after me again."

It made my heart beat at an awkward pace, to listen to him speak those words while slumped in my lap. Being tied to him only added another layer to the positivity that gave me. Not even my tiredness could hold back the smile that sculpted my lips.

"I dunno," he said. "Maybe I should shut up if you dun wanna talk about it yet, but yeh. I didn't sleep much, spent all of Wednesday recoverin', was still kinda wishin'. Still pretty tired too."

I pawed softly at his back again. "S'okay. Here now."

He glanced back to me. "You're the only guy who'll fuck me this hard then turn around and be a sweetheart." He bucked his hips. I grunted. "Your cock's literally still in me and you-" He cut himself off, a grin on his face. "I dunno what point I'm even tryin' to prove here, just. Yeah. I think I've said prob'ly too much."

My lips twitched of their own accord. I pulled him by his shoulder back against my chest and wrapped my arms around him, chin turned down to plant kisses on the top of his head.

He raised a paw to my wrist and held it there as I smooched him. Once again, he rattled my entire being, purring while we were tied. I was sweating, moans coaxed out of me by the gentle rumble.

It was blissful and warm. Relaxing, satisfying. It took me so far from the stress of the week. My heart glowed with appreciation for him, but alongside it my exhaustion wrapped itself further around my thoughts.

Eventually, my knot started to shrink. I gingerly pulled out of him, too tired to care about the cum dripping from him. He turned around and kissed me on the lips. My eyes were hooded, I was struggling to keep awake.

He kissed my nose. "We can sleep if ya really want, I'll just cuddle up until I pass out."

"You sure?" I muttered.

"Think I could use some chill time with my daddy." He scratched at my ears.

"Love that you call me that." My voice was stained with tiredness. I rolled forward, bundling him in my arms. I groaned as I stood, lifting him with me. "So tired but thanks."

As I stumbled to my bedroom with him in my arms, I truly had never felt so exhausted before.

I'd spent the week whipping myself into a frenzy of heartache. But I had him now, in my arms where he belonged. Railing him as hard as I could only wore out what was left of me. I slumped into bed, laying half on him. I kissed his cheek, he rest a hand on my back, which he stroked gently. He made more soft contact with my body, I couldn't say what or where.

I was out of it.

I dreamt of him.

He was taking me to a party, where I felt younger and more alive. A life I'd left behind long ago, but in this dream felt so easy to step back into. He was teaching me some new drinking game when I felt a warm glow in my chest. It grew and spread through my legs, my arms, my entire body. I started sweating. My breath came ragged, I winced and groaned.

My eyes shot open.

Morning sun filled my room.

Another groan escaped my lips.

He was between my legs, licking my cock like a lollipop, his gaze fixed on my face. I moaned, chest all fluttery. My precum was shiny on his cheeks. He'd been down there a while. As I perked my head up, he paused with his tongue mid stroke.

I could feel every last bristle against me.

"Keep lyin' down." He spoke quietly, there was no reason not to do as he said.

I dropped my head back to the pillows as a new wave of pleasure crept through my belly.

His hands were on my thighs, yet he kept licking clumsily at my cock as it bounced back against his face.

I was still half asleep, but I was moaning. I clenched fists, staring intently at the ceiling as he finished another long stroke up my dick. Instinct demanded I sit up and watch over him, to grab his head and manhandle him around my fat cock.

But this was his treat for me, something more than just sweet.

He purred as he drew his tongue up me again, finishing with a flick across my slit. I shuddered, a low growl rumbled out of me. I squeezed my fists against the pleasure. I was terrible at submitting. Every muscle in my body urged me to take control of the situation. I had so much weight and strength on him, I towered over him when standing, I could do anything I wanted to him. But I lay there, passive and convulsing as he kissed my cock all sensitive and slow.

Muscles in my chest tightened, I groaned as I tried to hold myself back in a tug of war between self control and pleasure.

I started thrusting my hips, too lost in the sensation to do so strongly. My breath came rushed and uneven. It was too much but he never changed his pace. The steady warm strokes of his tongue pushed me ever closer to an orgasm I couldn't hold back. The anticipation of every lap burned. My moans grew louder. I winced, back arching as I threw a fist against the mattress.

My cum splattered across his chin and cheeks. But he kept licking. I groaned wildly, body shuddering as he kept lapping at my cock. It wasn't until my panting ceased did he stop.

The sheets under me were laced with my sweat.

"God damn." I growled. Wouldn't mind being woken up that way every day for the rest of my life.

He crawled up my side and lay down against me, head on my pecs. He licked at my nipple, paying no mind to my cum he was spreading through my fur.

I realized then he was spoiling me.

That wasn't how this was meant to go, I wanted to spoil him. But none of me was going to fight it.

He started licking my cum out of my fur, purring as he did so. My heart was racing. I moved a hand to his ass, my palm as big as his cheek. I squeezed it and he wriggled, giggling.

"You're not going to believe me," he said. "But usually I'm a top."

I laughed. A rich belly laugh that made him grin in embarrassment.

"You sure about that?" I asked.

"Yeah but-"

I didn't care what he had to say. If he was usually a top, he was usually a top. That had no bearing for whatever happened between us. But I was curious. I brushed sleep out of my eyes and rolled over. Maybe I still could spoil him.

"Prove it." I got up on my knees, spreading my cheeks for him. "Daddy's got a big ass for you to fuck too."

I looked back at him, desire lit up his eyes but he hesitated. "You sure? It's not like, gunna kill the vibe or somethin'?"

I laughed again. "The vibe is whatever the fuck we feel like doing to each other, so plow me if you wanna."

He slapped a hand on my ass then squeezed my cheek as hard as he dared. "You have got a nice ass." He purred, fingers trailing down my crack. He brushed over my hole. I exhaled, smiling as I shook my butt at him.

"Eat it. Cat tongues are the best." I flicked my tail to the side.

He leant forward and kissed my cheek. I put a hand on the back of his head and guided him towards my hole.

"Get in there real deep." I moaned as he teased me with his tongue. I put pressure on the back of his head, forcing him against my hole. I moaned as his already wet muzzle pressed against my cheeks. His coarse tongue rubbed into me.

I growled, and spread my ass even wider. He licked up my crack and pushed back into me. I was dizzy with the afterglow of an orgasm and the new pleasure of him eating me out.

He knew what he was doing as he slowly worked his tongue deeper and deeper into me, lashing at my insides with the rough bristles on its surface. He got up on his knees, grabbed my tail in one hand and braced the other hand against my thigh.

He pushed his cock into me, slowly at first. I moaned hoarsely and leant back against him. From how he entered me, I expected him to be gentle. But as he bottomed out, he slapped my ass. Hard. It stung, his claws were out. I growled. He hissed as he started thrusting, gaining speed and force faster than I was ready for.

I started gasping.

He was stronger than he looked. He slammed my ass with forceful thrusts that shoved my face into the pillows. I kept moaning, kept trying to ease up a little bit. Not for lack of pleasure, for more. To make him work harder.

He was wild, he was rough. Then his claws scratched down my back, not enough to break the skin but enough that I really felt it. I craned my neck, snarling as he pounded me.

He did something I really didn't expect.

He pulled out of me, tugged me by the balls. I flinched my hips away from him and in that moment he shoved my side and pushed me over onto my back. He hugged the backs of my thighs as he knelt over me, stuffing his cock back into me.

I stared up at him with pleasure scrawled on my face.

He was wincing, moaning as he thrust hard against me.

I threw my head back, gasping out loud as he went even harder at me still.

He railed me as hard as I went at him, only I had weight on my side. It had been so long since any top had pleased me. I started humping back against him, I delighted in how that caught him by surprise. The concentration on his face broke under the rush of pleasure.

His pace faltered, his breath came ragged and hard though he yowled as he kept going.

He pulled out of me all of a sudden, standing as he started jerking himself in a frenzy. He shuddered and shouted as he shot a load of cum up my chest. A glob splattered against my muzzle. He shook as he squeezed himself, then stumbled forward and fell back on me breathing hard and looking lightheaded.

I licked the cum off of my face, smiling at him as I savored it.

I panted too and shuffled into a more comfortable position.

"I believe you," I said between hard breaths. "You're a mean top."

He crawled over me so he straddled my chest and stared down at my face. "And you feel so damn good." He rubbed his cock into my pecs, grinning to himself. "Really like having such a good daddy."

I was about to reply something in kind, but he leant over me, elbow resting against the top of my head so my nose was in his armpit.

I growled as I breathed in his warm musk.

It brought that same headache back from last week, the one that demanded I knot him. His scent was so enticing, so arousing.

I had to have him. Had to.

"I like having a stinky boyfriend, makes- ah."

My heart quaked, I physically recoiled from the word slipping out.

I raked my teeth across my lower lip in a scramble to shut my stupid mouth.

He tilted his head, brow raised with a small grin on his lips. "Boyfriend?" he asked, sitting back up again.

All growing arousal fled my body under a wave of panic.

I scraped together a response, reaching for excuses and deflections. Embarrassed beyond belief. The raw sexual veneer of what we were doing cracked the instant that word left my mouth.

"Sorry." I shook my head, nervously trying to laugh it off. I let my embarrassment tumble from my mouth. "I'm shit with words. Shit with feelings too." I paused, basking in the weight of my slip up. With a sigh, I tried my best to make it productive. "This was the thing I wanted to talk to you about."

He chuckled. "Thank fuck for that." He rubbed at the back of his head. "Here I was thinkin' I was the only one catchin' feelings."

"Ah." My heart started pounding. "Why?" Was perhaps the stupidest question I could've asked but that's what came out of my mouth. But I had to know. I'd tried my best through messages.

"In text you sounded like every other older guy I've slept with, distant and not that interested."

"Like I said, shit with words." I grimaced. "I've been torturing myself every day trying to make sense of your teasing, should I have said something?"

"Yeah pro'bly." He rubbed at his face. "Why do you care about some dumb student who showed up drunk on your doorstep?"

I scrambled to reply as quickly as he had.

"I don't have a great answer, just that you're beautiful and we have sexual chemistry. I got tackled by emotions I don't usually feel for anyone." I felt a bit more secure, knowing with certainty things were reciprocated. As the embarrassment faded, I took initiative. This could go places fast. I prodded his breast. "Dumb part where I say that I like you."

"Cool. Feelings are fucked man." He smirked. "I've spent the entire week makin' sense of it, have a whole dumb story to tell you but I'll keep it short cuz it's dumb."

"Sure." I sat up to kiss his shoulder, still a bit shaky. I met his eyes, serious. I had whiplash from how quickly this had come together, but it was probably the right thing to do. "But now we're finally talking about ourselves, I'd like to hear all of it."

"Alright. It's kinda personal but yeah I guess that makes sense." He moved to my side and put his arm around my head.

He took a deep breath and a bit more time to gather himself. He looked almost uncertain, maybe under prepared. But we were both clutching at straws after I said what I said. "I got into porn way too early. Like way too early. My dad has this pervert of a friend, and I used to stay with him when my parents went on trips. He was alright, didn't do anythin' to me or anythin' like that, but he had stacks and stacks of porn just sittin' in his attic and didn't really care what I did. I was ten, consumin' fucked amounts of hardcore, BDSM and like... worse. There were tapes I used to watch in secret too. Pretty sure it did somethin' to my head, like I was obsessed. And then growin' up, the media, the world, everythin' kinda made it seem like sex was this super important thing that really mattered."

"Think I fell for that too hard." He sighed. "Didn't do anythin' til I turned 16 and could consent. And even then it was kinda scary but I was painfully horny. I used to offer blowjobs to pizza guys, like that sorta shit. I was wild. And I didn't get much mind you. Most dudes took one look at me and laughed cuz I was so young. But I thought I was doing somethin' good for the guys that gave in, only none of them seemed to care. They never came back for more, they just left. It sucked. I got through highschool with a handful of locker room mess arounds and started college. I got known as the slut and I loved it. But it was kinda just habit, like none of that shit I thought about sex matterin' was real. It just became somethin' I wanted to believe. And nobody really gave a shit about me either. I was the sex guy, the easiest lay. It was why people wanted me, but it was the only reason they wanted me."

"Ah." Despite the seriousness of what he was saying, I was giddy. I could see where this was going. I kissed his neck.

"Yeah." He grimaced. "So color me fuckin' shocked when you knot me and treat me like a king. When you even comment on how good the sex is like it matters to you. You wash me. You feed me. You make sure I'm alright. And the entire time you're starin' at me with a little smile on your face." He wriggled down into my arms, I cuddled him against me, still smiling. "Made me feel special, appreciated, all that shit nobody ever bothered with. I've had crushes and broken a few hearts but never had a boyfriend. I was always too much for other guys. But your reaction to seeing me again is tearin' my clothes of and knottin' me on the spot. But you're not just some horny mutt. There's more to it and it's confusin' cuz I've only known you for a week."

"Mhmm." I nodded. "I feel that."

He dipped forward to peck me on the lips. "You can call me your boyfriend if you really wanna. I think I'd like that."

There were a lot of thoughts in my head. But the emotional significance of what he was saying was overwhelming.

With any other guy, I might've been a bit embarrassed to get hard over it. He kept pushing his body closer to mine. I know he could feel my cock hardening against his chest. I lifted him over me by his thighs, my cock throbbed in the crack of his ass.

I was going to say something then, a proper response to what he'd offered. But he didn't let me. He guided my cock into his hole. I moaned, the words scattered on my tongue.

He hadn't fully tightened up overnight and his ass was still a little slippery with my cum. That only reinforced the fact that he was my hole to fuck. A very delicate part of my brain shorted out, ravenous and growling as I indulged that fact. I started heaving in breaths. He squatted on me, thrusting up and down on my cock. I snarled as I humped back into him.

My eyes never left his. We were locked in a stare as passion and pleasure flew like sparks between us.

I wanted to knot him again. Needed to. But he kept lifting himself up higher, tempting me to go harder, go further. But I felt too stupid to. I loved watching him fuck me back as hard as I tried to fuck him. And as that desire to knot him grew, so did my appreciation for him. But it wasn't a stable battle. The closer I got the more and more I wanted to screw my cock into him.

I started thrusting harder, lifting my ass right off of the sheets but he kept riding me like he was ready for it. It felt like a game, like he was teasing me. And I fell for it. I was terrible at submitting, but challenge my dominance and I'd go fucking wild. I grabbed him by the shoulders so he couldn't rise and started hammering his ass. He gasped as he took it for a few moments but he started pushing back, away from me instead of up and I couldn't stop that.

And I was getting close. Wincing and shaking with every breath, I kept staring into his blue eyes, feeling them tug at my heartstrings. But enough was enough. I wrenched my gaze away and tried to throw him on his back so I could tower over him and knot him with no escape.

But as I leant forward to follow through, he leant in and kissed me, I was so stunned I lost a beat of thrusting. He sat on me, purring into my mouth. The vibrations jittered through my belly, agitating the well of pleasure within.

I groaned as I came in him again.

He lifted himself off of me and put his cock in my face. I slurped off all the precum, whining as I slathered my tongue across him and took him into my mouth. I bobbed my head as I sucked him, he crouched over me, humping my mouth as he moaned.

It didn't take long for him to shoot a load down my throat. He stumbled back and sat back on my chest, panting. I pulled him down against me in a hug.

I stared, dumbfounded over his shoulder at the ceiling. Awash with an intense afterglow and marveling the salty taste of his cum. I found myself bemused by the simple fact that this was the first time I'd ever wanted to knot someone during sex and hadn't done it.

And I liked that. I fucking adored that. This horny cougar had played me for the sex he wanted. I rubbed my hands up his back in admiration. My hole to fuck, but not with the control I thought I had. And I loved being wrong about that. It meant I needed to try harder, dominate him more. It felt like a challenge, one he was keen for. One he could handle too.

I'd knotted him twice already, but I had to have more.

I kissed his forehead. We lay there like that for a few moments, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow.

I breathed a contented sigh. But I'd gotten distracted, words ran off of my tongue. "Sorry, I was meant to call you my boyfriend wasn't I?" I pulled myself together, ready for what I had to say.

He laughed. "If that's what ya want."

I scratched at his ears. "It is what I want. I just also don't want to be premature. I'll call you my kitten for now, and make no mistakes you are the best god damn kitten in the world. Boyfriend's a bit more... serious. And I do want that with you like I've never wanted anything before. But let's not rush. If we're going to be dating we should probably go on a date."

"Are you askin' me out?" he asked, a little coy.

"It was just a statement, but that's one way to look at it."

He nodded. "That's how I'm lookin' at it." He kissed my chin. "I appreciate the maturity, mostly cuz it makes me feel like you're serious."

I ruffled the fluffy fur over his chest. "First thing you really should know about me is I'm always serious and never make jokes." He rolled his eyes at me. "What? Didn't like that one. I have more cool facts about me to share."

"Like what?"

"Got a big dick."

That cracked a grin on his face. "Fan of that one."

"How about this one? There's only ever been three guys special enough for me to knot more than once, and two of them I had serious relationships with." I flourished the statement with a grin.

He cocked his head and raised his brow. "So stats can eat my ass but that's a pretty cool statistic."

"I'll say." I stroked my chin. "Mind you, those two weren't special enough to make it before that serious relationship started."

He licked his lips. "Really makes you think, huh?"

The way the sunlight caught in his blue eyes as he smiled made my heart beat faster. "So about that date?"