A Passion For Hi-Tops / ch2

Story by Now Lick It Studios on SoFurry

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The vivacious and colourful Clouded Leopard Lisse discovers a very shy, bi-curious malamute named Wolf. Wolf, it seems, has a secret adoration for hi-top sneakers.

Chapter 1: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1164826

Sequel: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1169873

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His cock and balls still hanging a little despite the former's steady swelling, Wolf obeyed. He looked at the sneaker, and then - perhaps for reassurance that Lisse was finding this hot too - at the cat's jeans to see if a bulge was happening yet. Maybe it was, a little.

"I said worship it," came the impassive order, neither patient nor impatient. Just an order. And an invitation.

Wolf reached out with his paws, hesitated... and took the sneaker in his hands. He felt the warmth of the tough outer fabric, the way it was warmed by the cat's foot, the way it moulded to it. Its tightness.

He drew the pads of his fingers over the laces. Such a mundane material, just nylon woven into a tight, flat cord, he thought, the blood starting to race in the arteries of his neck and making him light-headed. Those laces were transcended into something of magic by the way they pulled the shoe close and tight to the Clouded Leopard's foot-paw.

He felt his way up, from the arch of the foot to the ankle where the laces were tied up into a bow. The end of that particular road, but a tantalizing road it had been. He thought about the texture of the rubber sole, what it would feel like if it touched his... He slowly pushed his hips forward to touch the tip of his-

"No."

"Huh?" he asked, looking up with surprise. To his embarrassment he'd kind of forgotten Lisse was there. He suddenly felt self-conscious at his burning cheeks and engorged erection and nakedness compared with the cat's dignified composure.

"Not yet," Lisse clarified. "Touch it with your lips first."

So Wolf did. He dipped his head to the shoe. The scent of new sneaker, fresh from the store, teased his nose. Opening his lips slightly he touched them to the toe. He closed his eyes in bliss and his heart swelled.

"That's the spirit. Kiss it."

Wolf planted his first true kiss on the sneaker. He'd fantasized about kissing hi-tops before, he'd even done so with a pair he'd bought for himself, but to have a companion to wear it as he did so... That raised it to a whole new level.

The sensation intoxicated his mind. Not just the feeling of the synthetic material on his lips, but the clench in his chest and belly, and heat flooding his limbs. It made his head swim a little and his breath come short. He reached out with his tongue and tasted the faux leather - it was warm from his companion's foot. Shuffling his knees slightly closer he linked his fingers around the heel to support the foot and kissed the toe passionately with half-open lips. Oh god, oh god I love this!

The taste mingled with the scent until the shoe infiltrated his senses, his fantasies, his-

"Well, you're liking that, aren't you?" said his feline companion smugly.

Wolf jolted out of his reverie and knelt up straight again, breathing hard. "I- Oh, I... I mean-" Suddenly he found himself cringingly embarrassed by his wanton performance, stripped bare in a way that being devoid of clothes could never achieve. He hadn't meant to lose it in front of another fur, he really hadn't...

Thankfully, Lisse saw his predicament and became sympathetic. "Hey," he purred and touched Wolf's shoulder, suddenly all warmth and gentleness in that velveteen way only cats seemed quite capable of. "I like what you're doing. Seriously, I don't want you to stop. Here, why don't I get more involved?" he suggested and, before Wolf knew what he was doing, sat down on the floor and entangled his limbs with the malamute's.

The blue cat leaned back, his tail twitching on the carpet beside him, and unzipped and revealed himself. That done, he shuffled his butt closer to Wolf's until they were heart-stoppingly close, his legs spread and his sneakers to either side of Wolf's thighs.

Wolf found himself very aware of the closeness of his own cock to another male's - and the realization on its own made him lose his breath a little more.

A blue paw reached between them and grabbed both of their shafts in one big handful. Lisse rubbed his hand up their mutual lengths and Wolf had the strongest thrill yet. He closed his eyes and moaned and then reached out, trembling, to the two sneakers that were tantalizingly within reach. His fingertips caressed their laces, the slender angles of the heels, the rubber toes.

"Thaat's it," Lisse said in a half-whisper. "Relax Wolf. You grip my feet just right."

"Mmh," answered Wolf with some difficulty. "Glad I'm doing okay. But I- uh! -I don't think I'll last long like this." It was true: perhaps it was because of this being his first experience with another male, but he could feel the pressure of an orgasm starting to make itself known. He didn't want to, though - not yet. Not when he might disgrace himself by being too premature. Not when there was so much pleasure to be had.

"No? Well, maybe I should do this instead."

Lisse let go of their erections, lay down on his back and settled his arms behind his head as if ready to relax. "Stand up," he instructed, his whiskers moving upward to follow the trace of his smile.

Wolf obeyed, and noticed how much Lisse's gesture had done to alleviate the worst of his self-consciousness. The cat looked delicious laying there like that. In this moment, that was all that mattered to Wolf.

"Straddle me, facing my feet."

Good! The malamute did as he was bid.

"Kneel. Mm hmm, that's good! And now, let me touch you while you enjoy my shoes."

Once again Wolf obeyed. Lisse had brought his feet closer to his butt so the sneakers were in easy reach. Wolf bent forward and half-expected himself to feel embarrassed that Lisse could see his butt, but once in the position he noticed that he felt...

Well, just fine with it.

Lisse's hands appeared on his buttocks and massaged them casually. "Nice fluffy butt you've got here."

Wolf chuckled - and surprised himself that he could feel so easy showing himself off like this. "Thanks." And then he turned his attention to the two hi-tops in his field of vision.

With Lisse's knees having relaxed outward, the inside ankles of the shoes were the easiest parts to reach, broad expanses of material for him to worship.

Worship! Yes, Lisse was right. He worshipped them, in his mind and his heart - and his loins. Always had. But now he got to worship them with everything else. His lips, his tongue, the sensitive parts of his muzzle and cheeks. So he did, hooking his fingers into the loops of the bows Lisse had tied his laces into, feeling the warmth of the fake leather against his cold nose, even biting at them a little.

And as he did, Lisse read his desire. He didn't touch Wolf's cock too much, letting him take his time to enjoy the sneakers. The cat touched his butt, his thighs, his hips, his tail, even his belly and lower back and the trailing sensation of the cat's paws made him shudder, but he left Wolf alone where it mattered.

Of course, although that meant he could last, it also meant that he became increasingly frustrated. He thought about how he wanted to continue.

"Has anyfur ever told you you've got a beautiful humping action?" came a murmured question from beneath his tail.

"Hmm?" asked Wolf, a shade of self-consciousness gripping him again.

"You've been fucking for the past few minutes. I've been watching your hips move. You're getting me horny."

"Oh. Uh... do you want to move on to something else?" Wolf asked and sat up, although in truth he felt disappointed to come out of his communion with the sneakers. He dismounted so that he could look at Lisse as they talked.

Lisse was right: they seemed to have reached a pinnacle of concentration and pulling out of it was like being plunged into ice water. Only, maybe not so extreme. Wolf decided that it felt refreshing, or maybe like finishing one course of a meal and preparing for the next. Yes, he decided. That's what this is like.

The cat raised himself up onto his elbows and gave him a sly grin. "Doing something else sounds very, very good." He bit his lip as if thinking about what to do next. Then he grinned again. "How about..." He knelt up and put his mouth to Wolf's ear and whispered something.

"Oh! Yeah!" Wolf said, fresh excitement coming to him. "Want to come through to the bedroom for that? It'll be more comfortable."

Lisse said nothing, only purred, and the pair of them adjourned.

Lisse took the chance to shed the rest of his clothes and Wolf... Wolf marvelled at the cat's physique. It wasn't that Lisse was particularly muscle-bound or as incredibly slender as some, but his body spoke its own, casually sexy language. One that all males felt and that he found both visceral and enchanting.

"You look-" Wolf became self-conscious and scratched at his ear to hide his face. But this time, he noticed, he felt okay with his self-consciousness. It felt better somehow, now that he'd seen Lisse participate so much. It made him feel alive. "You look great!"

The cat rewarded him with a sly look and climbed onto the bed, his thighs only half-on. Laying down on his belly, he spread his thighs and bent his legs so his hi-tops almost touched his glutes. Finally he looked over his shoulder. "So? What are you waiting for?"

He clenched his fists, huffed a breath to psyche himself up for this. And then the dog planted his hands to either side of Lisse's waist and lowered his hips and with them his pre-cum drooling cock, to the deep space between Lisse's ass cheeks. He didn't penetrate the hole he knew to be there, oh no - that wasn't their agreement. Instead he ran the length of his cock along the cleft, thrusting strong and true along the mottled valley. "Oh- oh god. Lisse, this is- wow!"

"I thought you'd be impressed."

Lisse's bushy tail pressed lightly against Wolf's right hip but he paid it little attention. Instead he looked down and admired the view: the cat's inward-arching back, Wolf's own cock plowing the cat's buttocks, and the sneakers bouncing slightly with every thrust.

Each movement Lisse made with his feet - flexing and unflexing them - caught his attention. The toes touched the cat's fur sometimes the tops of his thighs, sometimes the mounds of his buttocks. The soles were barely scuffed - they must have been worn two or three times at most - and importantly, he realized they would be wipe-clean.

He watched their movements and their nuances, and it made him feel a mounting pressure to cum. He pushed his hips harder against Lisse's ass, ground harder, revelled in the sensation of the cat's smooth fur against the sensitive flesh of his erection. He lay his chest on the cat's shoulder blades so that he could reach for the sneakers again and closed his eyes to commune with them once more, pulling at their laces, running his fingertips along the soles, grabbing the graceful arches of Lisse's feet.

And then he felt it happening: the urge to explode. Practically beside himself he stood up and pulled at Lisse's leg so that he could rub the underside of his cock against one sneaker. He finally felt the leather against his dick and his breath caught in his throat. There was no way this was going to last any longer.

He didn't look at Lisse's expression but was delighted when the cat brought his other foot up to his hip. Two sneakers for the party.

He trapped his cock between the two inside ankles and fucked them both. His pre-cum smeared them, the friction heated them. His long-pent-up drive, his secret kink, found its ultimate outlet and forced him to fuck harder, deeper, stronger...

...and then he tipped over into ecstasy. With an open-mouthed moan that was probably quieter than he imagined, for he'd never had a loud voice, he gave in and spilled his seed, tipping the sneakers as best he could so that his cum would land on them.

He felt his own slippery wetness join the leather, the laces, the rubber. Felt it ease the way for him to deliver his last few ecstatic thrusts before the pressure eased. He jerked a final two, three, four times and finally stood still, swaying slightly on his feet and letting the sneakers fall out of his grip. His tail cycled slightly to help him keep his balance but he felt so woozy and so, so relaxed.

He heard Lisse shift position but didn't open his eyes until the cat spoke. "My god, you loved that, didn't you?"

Wolf looked at the cat. "Mm hmm," he said and half-sat, half-fell onto the edge of the bed to take the weight off his unstable legs. They looked at each other for a moment and Wolf got the feeling they were having a moment of mutual appreciation for the wonders of this kink.

Then the blue cat leaned back on one hand, gathered his feet to himself and took to rubbing his dick, pointing his cock as close to them as he could.

"Oh-" said Wolf, stricken as he realized how selfish he'd been. "I didn't mean to leave you unsatisfied. Do you want me to..."

"You didn't," said Lisse, starting to pant and puff with the intensity of his wanking. "I was enjoying your enjoyment, mate."

"They're going to need a bit of a clean up," noted Wolf as he enjoyed the sight of his canine cum, translucent and milky on the surface of the leather.

"The dirtier the better," panted Lisse and actually managed to wink at Wolf before snarling, pumping his hips in tight, economic thrusts and spurting his first, thick string of semen on the sneakers.

Wolf watched, fascinated, as his companion came on his own feet, a vision in masculine eroticism. Wolf may have felt spent but he was definitely going to replay this moment for many nights to come. He reached over and let Lisse's seed land on his fingertips, and rubbed it into the leather.

Oh yes, this kink would stand him in good stead!

THE END.