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Cas just lets himself in when he arrives and quietly closes the door again. His eyes nearly close: Mikka's scent permeates the place and it's glorious. It doesn't take him long to find Mikka curled up on the couch, apparently absorbed in whatever it is his reading. Caspian grins and slips closer, quiet and careful so he can read a bit over the sweet cat's shoulder before he's noticed.
It really was rather dirty. As used to Cas's presence, as comfortable as he was with it, he didn't even realize the shifter had slipped up behind him. He'd likely catch sight of the way the smaller cat's bottom lip had been caught against teeth, tailtip twitching ever so intently as he was indeed absolutely absorbed in his reading.
It wasn't too explicit, as was often the case with trashy romance, but the description of the lover's first foray into oral was certainly compelling. Enough so that the soft voice speaking up at his shoulder earned a startled chirp of noise as Mikh'tan jumped, dropping the book as his tail went absolutely bottle-brush. And if he was blushing before, he was positively incandescent now as his gaze skipped back.
He breaks into a grin and leans close to nuzzle against Mikh'tan's neck. He can't help but laugh, warm and low. "Aw, mon petit cher. You cute when you startled."
Cas feels just slightly for how fast Mikka's heart is beating, but he's certain he can't take the full blame given the blush on the darling cat's face before he even showed up.
"Pick it back up," he rumbles, lips near one of Mikh'tan's ears. "Tell me what you like about it so far. Tell me what part you're at."
"You'll be the end of me." Mikh'tan sulked, though it certainly didn't sound serious, and the pout wasn't at all convincing with how his head tilted for that light nuzzle, the way that warm laugh from Cas just washed right through him.
Especially if he was going to talk in a tone like that so close to an ear that shivered faintly at the feel, Mikka letting out a soft, shaky little breath as he picked the book from his lap again, tailtip twitching more rapidly against the side of his leg.
"T-they're experimenting," He managed in a shy tone, as he found his place again. "I-it's the omega's first time trying oral. His... his alpha is gentle with him, but there's an edge of something else there that I... think I like."
As he listens, Caspian nips Mikh'tan's ear, then leans lower to kiss and nip down the side of his neck. He smells so good, and he can't help but notice every little twitch of his tail, every catch of his breath.
"An edge of what, hm? What do you like about it?"
He wants to know, because Mikh'tan's book is starting to give him some ideas that he's keen on indulging. He's sure Mikh'tan had some kind of plan when he invited Cas over that didn't involve this. But plans change.
As attentive as he was, Caspian would certainly see the way Mikka shivered at that nip, the way his pulse jumped when lips and teeth were drifting along his throat in a way that earned a low gasp of sound from him.
"H-he's very possessive," He replied softly, almost a little sheepish. There were plenty nowadays who decried that possessiveness as 'harmful archaic stereotypes', but Mikh'tan couldn't help but find that he wanted to inspire those feelings, to know that the shifter he'd gotten so close to wanted him in such a manner. "I keep thinking about how it would feel to be the focus of that-"
Whatever plans Mikh'tan had were usually nebulous- have Cas over for a meal, or to snuggle up and watch a movie or two. And while it certainly did lead to sex more often than not, they had been taking things a bit slowly, given Cas was his first partner. While Mikh'tan appreciated his thoughtful patience, if he was aware that the other had new plans forming he would certainly be interested.
"Hmmm." Caspian pushes himself up slowly but he doesn't quite stop looming over Mikh'tan. "You wanna try, kitten?"
He lifts a hand to stroke his fingers through Mikh'tan's hair, giving a gentle pull to tip his head back.
"Experiment a little and see if you like doin' the things in your book?"
Caspian is all about healthy exploration. Being patient with Mikh'tan is easy: Cas likes him and doesn't feel any need to rush him. But he's definitely interested if and when his sweet kitten wants to start branching out. He's aroused just thinking about it.
Caspian might be behind him, but at the moment Mikh'tan is keenly aware of where he is, practically feeling the way his lover looms even before fingers find their way into his hair. A familiar, enjoyable sensation, even if the offer being made, combined with the gentle tug was new.
He didn't resist it though, a thrill coursing through him at the idea of it, lips parting on a shaky feline sort of sound as his ears pricked.
"I'd like that." He agreed in a soft rasp, pupils already widening ever so slightly behind his glasses at the idea of it.
He'd gotten more comfortable with the idea of sex, whether he initiated or Caspian did, given his lover was so sweetly patient with him, especially whenever they tried anything that was new to Mikh'tan. He was certain that it was all only new to him, but it made him feel quite safe and secure in the idea of trying this with him. To say nothing of how thrilling the idea was to him.
"You wanna go to bed? Or should I take a seat out here?" he asks with a slow, wicked grin. He keeps his fingers in Mikh'tan's hair as he waits for an answer.
It's easy to be patient with him: a lot of this--most of this--is new for Mikh'tan and Caspian is a lot of things, but he's not that kind of an asshole. He strokes his fingers along Mikh'tan's neck, excited by the the way his pulse thunders along.
Well, it looked like this was one of those times he'd never stop blushing. Oh well, it didn't hurt anything, and seemed to amuse Cas.
And to be fair Mikh'tan's attention was more focused on that wicked edge to his lover's smile, and the fingers curled in his hair as that question was posed and his blush crept along his throat to disappear past his collar.
"H-here is good." It wasn't like they couldn't move later, it wouldn't be the first time they'd done so. But the idea of being between Caspian's legs, on his knees was terribly compelling now.
Caspian lets go and moves around so he can sit on the couch. He flops down comfortably and takes up space, then lolls his head to look at Mikh'tan. "Ready when you are, sweetheart."
And he means it. From the moment he realized Mikh'tan was flustered and reading some romance, he was ready to go. Cas shifts his hips a little and resists the urge to do anything else. He'll like Mikh'tan go at his own pace, at least for now.
It certainly was something, how Caspian was so easily able to command attention in such a simple way. Mikh'tan was happy to let his focus be caught, watching his lover get comfortable.
And it might seem silly and sentimental that his first move when he was nudging out of his curled position was to lean over to steal the man's lips in a lingering sort of kiss, but then surely it was obvious to Cas that his kitten was absolutely a silly, sentimental sort.
He drew back after a moment, bright-eyed as he let himself slip down between Caspian's legs, hands sliding lightly up his thighs. He felt a little lost at the idea that it looked like he was being given the room to experiment but he could do this. While the specifics of how things had gone in any book he'd read flew completely from his thoughts, it wasn't like he hadn't played with Cas in a similar way before. It had been just hands to be sure, but the shifter had enjoyed that quite a bit. A basis of where to start seemed to give Mikh'tan a little confidence, a hand staying curled on a thigh in a loose grasp as his other moved, fingers almost delicate in how he was undoing the button and zipper in his way, slipping under the spandex underneath to stroke over the soft, heated skin of his lover's cock, ears flickering in sheepish but pleased realization of how hard he already was.
Caspian's golden eyes focus intently on Mikh'tan as he settles between his thighs. He doesn't offer any guidance at first and his eyes nearly close as clever fingers curl around his cock. He almost purrs and he pushes his fingers into Mikh'tan's hair to pull him closer.
"Easy with the teeth," he warns, looking amused as he rubs Mikh'tan's scalp. "But I don't mind a little."
His thumb rubs one of Mikh'tan's ears and he gives another little tug on his hair.
All those responses are good from Mikh'tan's perspective, signs that so far Cas was enjoying his attention.
A soft chirp slipping from him as he was tugged in closer by that grasp on his hair, an aroused shudder running through him as he nodded at the instructions.
Mind his teeth. Don't rush. Don't get totally absorbed in the feel of the thumb rubbing along his ear. He could do that.
Even if there was a little bit of a purr starting low in his throat as he was easing Caspian's erection free. Fingers stroking along the length before curling loosely around the base to help steady him. Not feeling brave enough to take it into his mouth just yet, but that was okay. Little steps had served him well when he was trying new things before, and would now too, Mikh'tan ducking his head to run his tongue along the side of the cock in his grasp in an experimental lick, thumb rubbing along the other side almost mirroring the motion.
Caspian's breath catches as that sweet tongue teases up his cock. His hand tightens briefly in Mikh'tan's hair and he tries to resists the urge to haul him in closer. Patience. He'll be a firm hand but he won't get rough yet.
"That's it," he purrs, gold eyes intent and focused on the sweet cat between his thighs. "Go on, cher. Lemme feel it."
That approving purr went straight through Mikh'tan, right to his groin, a soft pleased little whimper slipping from him at the way it felt, especially combined with the gaze on him like a physical touch, or the shift of the grasp in his hair.
Quite happy to lavish attention on his lover's cock with how pleased it seemed to make him, with lips and tongue, and the occasional gentle edge of teeth, though there he was much more cautious. Slowly easing himself to the idea of the size of it as he was kissing his way up to the head, inwardly praying that he wasn't going to mess up and make an absolute fool of himself.
He lets Mikh'tan explore at his own pace for a little while, content to watch as that sweet tongue and soft lips tease over him. Every scrape of his teeth makes Caspian's breath catch. Finally, he tightens his fingers in Mikh'tan's hair again and gives a gentle tug.
"Relax your mouth, Mikka."
Caspian takes himself in hand and teases the head of his cock over Mikh'tan's soft lips before gently guiding the head past. He doesn't let his little cat pull away, but he doesn't force him down, either. But he wants that slick heat and he's getting impatient.
It wasn't the first time that Caspian had taken the pace of something into his own hands. Not that Mikh'tan ever seemed to mind it, knowing that left to his own devices he could sometimes be a bit too timid to take the next step.
And really the impatience it hinted at was a little thrilling in it's own right. He wondered what it would be like when he got the confidence to tease, to maybe work Caspian up until he simply had to act, couldn't wait or be so very patient-
But for now his attention was entirely on the guiding tug to his hair, the soft instructions that came with the feel of the blunt head of his lover's cock against his lips, earning a hitched gasp from him before he was being guided down, the noise muffled at the cock sliding into his mouth. Not too far as to be too much yet, but he still shivered at the sensation, wide-eyed gaze skipping up to meet Caspian's before he was focusing on what he was doing, an ear flicking against the hand in his hair as he let the head slide a little more, the taste and weight something foreign on his tongue but exciting all the same.
Caspian manages to keep his breathing steady as Mikh'tan gets used to the idea of having a cock in his mouth. He doesn't force him down, just lets him have a moment to adjust. His grip tightens again, holding Mikh'tan's head still as he gives an experimental rock of his hips, pushing just a little deeper before he slides back again.
"That's it," he purrs, gold eyes intent on Mikh'tan's mouth. God, he looks good. His free hand brushes along the other cat's cheek.
Caspian could likely feel the little shiver that ran through Mikh'tan as he was acclimating to the sensation. He hadn't exactly been expecting the shift of the grasp in his hair, or that shallow little thrust slightly deeper that had his ears perking in surprise.
But predictably, he seemed to all but melt for the approval in that purr, and the touch to his face. A soft noise of assent slipping from him as he turned his attention to sliding his head down a little more, keenly aware of the heat of the cock in his mouth, a bit surprised at the fact that he could feel the other's pulse as he rubbed his tongue along the underside in an experimental fashion.
The slide of Mikh'tan's tongue is perfect and it earns another groan as Caspian rocks his hips. If he were more impatient, he'd think about just holding Mikka's head still and fucking his perfect little mouth. But he doesn't want to hurt or completely overwhelm him on the first go.
His fingers stroke down the back of Mikh'tan's neck and he gives another careful rock of his hips to coax Mikh'tan to take a little more. "That's it," he murmurs again. "Goddamn, already wanna pin you to the floor."
Mikka felt a thrill of delighted arousal at the groan he won from his lover, tail flicking behind him in a mirror of that mood. He was a little surprised at just how good it felt to be doing this already, the enjoyment he was getting from hearing those signs of Caspian's pleasure.
The soft touches of fingers were comforting, gave him a bit more confidence to let the rock of hips following allow his lover's erection slide further along his tongue.
And if his face flushed at that admission, a soft little moan in response vibrating around the cock he was sucking, well he always did like sparking that desire in Cas.
Caspian's fingers go tight in Mikka's hair as his voice hums around his cock. He huffs a breath, quietly frustrated and wanting. He moves his hips again, unthinking as he tries to get more.
His golden eyes flash open and he gently pulls Mikh'tan's hair.
"Tell me now, kitten. You wanna keep going like this or you want me to fuck you?" Because he's getting to a point where that decision really should be made before they keep going.
Mikka was well aware of Caspian's patience and self-control in these matters. Which just made it all the more exciting for him to feel the grip in his hair tightening. The *want* in that low tone, and the needy little thrust that had arousal pooling in his groin like liquid heat.
A soft gasp that almost sounded like a protest accompanying him following the tug off the shifter's erection, pupils noticeably wider as he was caught by that golden gaze.
"B-but you haven't come yet." Mikka pointed out in a voice that was edged with his own desire.
"No I haven't, so I'm givin' you the option." He strokes his blunt nails over the back of Mikh'tan's neck and then squeezes gently. Caspian's own pupils are wide as he takes in the soft, slick mess of Mikka's mouth and the way he's looking up at him.
He wants to devour him and he can smell the arousal rolling off Mikka.
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"Hmm, this looks dirty, cher. What'cha reading?"
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It wasn't too explicit, as was often the case with trashy romance, but the description of the lover's first foray into oral was certainly compelling. Enough so that the soft voice speaking up at his shoulder earned a startled chirp of noise as Mikh'tan jumped, dropping the book as his tail went absolutely bottle-brush. And if he was blushing before, he was positively incandescent now as his gaze skipped back.
"C-Cas!"
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Cas feels just slightly for how fast Mikka's heart is beating, but he's certain he can't take the full blame given the blush on the darling cat's face before he even showed up.
"Pick it back up," he rumbles, lips near one of Mikh'tan's ears. "Tell me what you like about it so far. Tell me what part you're at."
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Especially if he was going to talk in a tone like that so close to an ear that shivered faintly at the feel, Mikka letting out a soft, shaky little breath as he picked the book from his lap again, tailtip twitching more rapidly against the side of his leg.
"T-they're experimenting," He managed in a shy tone, as he found his place again. "I-it's the omega's first time trying oral. His... his alpha is gentle with him, but there's an edge of something else there that I... think I like."
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"An edge of what, hm? What do you like about it?"
He wants to know, because Mikh'tan's book is starting to give him some ideas that he's keen on indulging. He's sure Mikh'tan had some kind of plan when he invited Cas over that didn't involve this. But plans change.
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"H-he's very possessive," He replied softly, almost a little sheepish. There were plenty nowadays who decried that possessiveness as 'harmful archaic stereotypes', but Mikh'tan couldn't help but find that he wanted to inspire those feelings, to know that the shifter he'd gotten so close to wanted him in such a manner. "I keep thinking about how it would feel to be the focus of that-"
Whatever plans Mikh'tan had were usually nebulous- have Cas over for a meal, or to snuggle up and watch a movie or two. And while it certainly did lead to sex more often than not, they had been taking things a bit slowly, given Cas was his first partner. While Mikh'tan appreciated his thoughtful patience, if he was aware that the other had new plans forming he would certainly be interested.
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He lifts a hand to stroke his fingers through Mikh'tan's hair, giving a gentle pull to tip his head back.
"Experiment a little and see if you like doin' the things in your book?"
Caspian is all about healthy exploration. Being patient with Mikh'tan is easy: Cas likes him and doesn't feel any need to rush him. But he's definitely interested if and when his sweet kitten wants to start branching out. He's aroused just thinking about it.
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He didn't resist it though, a thrill coursing through him at the idea of it, lips parting on a shaky feline sort of sound as his ears pricked.
"I'd like that." He agreed in a soft rasp, pupils already widening ever so slightly behind his glasses at the idea of it.
He'd gotten more comfortable with the idea of sex, whether he initiated or Caspian did, given his lover was so sweetly patient with him, especially whenever they tried anything that was new to Mikh'tan. He was certain that it was all only new to him, but it made him feel quite safe and secure in the idea of trying this with him. To say nothing of how thrilling the idea was to him.
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It's easy to be patient with him: a lot of this--most of this--is new for Mikh'tan and Caspian is a lot of things, but he's not that kind of an asshole. He strokes his fingers along Mikh'tan's neck, excited by the the way his pulse thunders along.
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And to be fair Mikh'tan's attention was more focused on that wicked edge to his lover's smile, and the fingers curled in his hair as that question was posed and his blush crept along his throat to disappear past his collar.
"H-here is good." It wasn't like they couldn't move later, it wouldn't be the first time they'd done so. But the idea of being between Caspian's legs, on his knees was terribly compelling now.
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And he means it. From the moment he realized Mikh'tan was flustered and reading some romance, he was ready to go. Cas shifts his hips a little and resists the urge to do anything else. He'll like Mikh'tan go at his own pace, at least for now.
"C'mere, cher."
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And it might seem silly and sentimental that his first move when he was nudging out of his curled position was to lean over to steal the man's lips in a lingering sort of kiss, but then surely it was obvious to Cas that his kitten was absolutely a silly, sentimental sort.
He drew back after a moment, bright-eyed as he let himself slip down between Caspian's legs, hands sliding lightly up his thighs. He felt a little lost at the idea that it looked like he was being given the room to experiment but he could do this. While the specifics of how things had gone in any book he'd read flew completely from his thoughts, it wasn't like he hadn't played with Cas in a similar way before. It had been just hands to be sure, but the shifter had enjoyed that quite a bit. A basis of where to start seemed to give Mikh'tan a little confidence, a hand staying curled on a thigh in a loose grasp as his other moved, fingers almost delicate in how he was undoing the button and zipper in his way, slipping under the spandex underneath to stroke over the soft, heated skin of his lover's cock, ears flickering in sheepish but pleased realization of how hard he already was.
Mikh'tan did like when he was wanted after all.
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"Easy with the teeth," he warns, looking amused as he rubs Mikh'tan's scalp. "But I don't mind a little."
His thumb rubs one of Mikh'tan's ears and he gives another little tug on his hair.
"Don't rush yourself."
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A soft chirp slipping from him as he was tugged in closer by that grasp on his hair, an aroused shudder running through him as he nodded at the instructions.
Mind his teeth. Don't rush. Don't get totally absorbed in the feel of the thumb rubbing along his ear. He could do that.
Even if there was a little bit of a purr starting low in his throat as he was easing Caspian's erection free. Fingers stroking along the length before curling loosely around the base to help steady him. Not feeling brave enough to take it into his mouth just yet, but that was okay. Little steps had served him well when he was trying new things before, and would now too, Mikh'tan ducking his head to run his tongue along the side of the cock in his grasp in an experimental lick, thumb rubbing along the other side almost mirroring the motion.
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"That's it," he purrs, gold eyes intent and focused on the sweet cat between his thighs. "Go on, cher. Lemme feel it."
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Quite happy to lavish attention on his lover's cock with how pleased it seemed to make him, with lips and tongue, and the occasional gentle edge of teeth, though there he was much more cautious. Slowly easing himself to the idea of the size of it as he was kissing his way up to the head, inwardly praying that he wasn't going to mess up and make an absolute fool of himself.
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"Relax your mouth, Mikka."
Caspian takes himself in hand and teases the head of his cock over Mikh'tan's soft lips before gently guiding the head past. He doesn't let his little cat pull away, but he doesn't force him down, either. But he wants that slick heat and he's getting impatient.
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And really the impatience it hinted at was a little thrilling in it's own right. He wondered what it would be like when he got the confidence to tease, to maybe work Caspian up until he simply had to act, couldn't wait or be so very patient-
But for now his attention was entirely on the guiding tug to his hair, the soft instructions that came with the feel of the blunt head of his lover's cock against his lips, earning a hitched gasp from him before he was being guided down, the noise muffled at the cock sliding into his mouth. Not too far as to be too much yet, but he still shivered at the sensation, wide-eyed gaze skipping up to meet Caspian's before he was focusing on what he was doing, an ear flicking against the hand in his hair as he let the head slide a little more, the taste and weight something foreign on his tongue but exciting all the same.
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"That's it," he purrs, gold eyes intent on Mikh'tan's mouth. God, he looks good. His free hand brushes along the other cat's cheek.
"Think you can take a little more, cher?"
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But predictably, he seemed to all but melt for the approval in that purr, and the touch to his face. A soft noise of assent slipping from him as he turned his attention to sliding his head down a little more, keenly aware of the heat of the cock in his mouth, a bit surprised at the fact that he could feel the other's pulse as he rubbed his tongue along the underside in an experimental fashion.
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His fingers stroke down the back of Mikh'tan's neck and he gives another careful rock of his hips to coax Mikh'tan to take a little more. "That's it," he murmurs again. "Goddamn, already wanna pin you to the floor."
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The soft touches of fingers were comforting, gave him a bit more confidence to let the rock of hips following allow his lover's erection slide further along his tongue.
And if his face flushed at that admission, a soft little moan in response vibrating around the cock he was sucking, well he always did like sparking that desire in Cas.
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His golden eyes flash open and he gently pulls Mikh'tan's hair.
"Tell me now, kitten. You wanna keep going like this or you want me to fuck you?" Because he's getting to a point where that decision really should be made before they keep going.
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A soft gasp that almost sounded like a protest accompanying him following the tug off the shifter's erection, pupils noticeably wider as he was caught by that golden gaze.
"B-but you haven't come yet." Mikka pointed out in a voice that was edged with his own desire.
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He wants to devour him and he can smell the arousal rolling off Mikka.
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