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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.
"N-not gonna learn if I don't finish what I start," He managed after a moment, shivering in that grasp, so very aroused by those nails running over skin. "Want... to feel what it's like. You finishing in my mouth, I mean."
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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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