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After that touch and grope and squeeze in the backyard, we'd kind of remembered just where it was we were and what we were doing, and sort of laughed about it and went back inside to actually get our project papers. After waiting for certain - _complications_to go down, of course. But throughout the night, throughout us lying back on the grass and looking up at the stars as they fizzled into view, I could tell that that desire still pulsed in his chest and between his legs. Hell, it still did for me. I could smell it on his scent, sharper and richer, tantalizing, irresistible as he lay there beside me.

It didn't take long for the sun to set, so by the time we made our way back in, the sky had blackened and Dad was just settling in for the next episode of his show. Me and Tony shared a certain look, and told him we were going upstairs to watch a movie - _his_idea - and once we sprawled out on my bed, that desire in both of us started to trickle out, a torrent behind the inevitability of a cracked dam.

-the cheetah leaned over me as he rocked his hips, paws on my shoulders with claws digging into my skin, and jaw hanging open for his breathy panting. Again and again he dove down to kiss me, the hot, tight fabric of his boxer-briefs straining and shifting against my own boxers as he rubbed himself against me, as he grinded his cock against mine-

Even though the both of us had been fully clothed, and even though we'd kept the lights on for the movie (didn't want Dad to be too suspicious), there was still the closeness, and the confidence, and the knowledge. We'd lay there with the laptop on my chest and my arm around him, a couple fingers having lifted the back of his shirt and drawing little circles and patterns in his fur, just light enough to make him shiver and squirm against me, and every now and then squeeze his legs around mine. He'd nuzzle into my shoulder, into my neck, under my chin, and I'd turn my head and look at him, and he'd look at me, and then all of a sudden we got lost in another string of thick, wet kisses.

-hell, I could hear_his elevated pulse in his breathing, fast and shuddering and hungry, and we hadn't even _done anything yet. My paws gripped at his hips, thumbs teasing at the elastic of his underwear; I so, so wanted to bring them front and center, to tug that waistband down and really, really get a feel for him, to give him a squeeze and a stroke, to feel him shudder and pant and moan and buck atop me-

Naturally, we ended up losing track of time, and of the plotline to the movie. Dad came in right at the tail end of one of those times, and by the way he looked at both of us with faint concern and suspicion in his eyes, we both knew that he could tell... and, hell, maybe he could smell it, too. Having this cheetah so close to me for so long, both of us consistently and constantly worked up, I'd just sort of gotten immersed in the heat and the scent of arousal. Frankly, it was inevitable. Going up, we'd both known it was gonna happen.

-a powerful electric shiver ran the course of my body when his teeth first settled against my neck - I couldn't help it! Those little nips turned into kisses, shiver followed by sigh followed by moan, as he worked his way down from my neck, to my shoulder, to my collarbone. The sheets rustled beneath his body as he adjusted his position, lips outlining a trail down along the fur of my bare chest, along each rib, over the squish of my tummy. His chin caught along the waistband of my underwear; his whiskers twitched and tickled at me; he drew in a slow breath through his nose, tasting the air, tasting my scent-

So Dad said goodnight to us, and the look he gave me right then just underlined what he'd said before: be careful. No way he didn't know what was going to happen once he closed that door, and once we heard his bedroom door close, too. The interruption had startled Tony somewhat, so he'd scooted away from me, but - I reached over, draped myself across him again, let a smile spread across my muzzle when he nuzzled up under my chin. Earlier in the night we'd agreed that he'd sleep on the floor in here, in my bedroom, since he wanted to be close to me and wanted to be near the night light, which I'd dug out of some cardboard boxes in my closet.

-but, he didn't stop there. Of course he didn't. One more glitter of those sunrise-amber eyes, tinted olive in the night light, and then he... he nosed down, down along the outline of my erection in my underwear, still pursing his lips and kissing along my length. Every time I twitched and throbbed beneath those little kisses, the cheetah just nuzzled back down with more force, drawing my musk in through his nose and letting his breath out through parted lips, that warm breath washing out over my through my boxers. He reached up with one paw, curled his fingers underneath the waistband, shoved his nose into the soft heat of my sack, tugged-

He'd had to pee, though. So I pointed him towards the bathroom, and got ready for bed myself while he was away - but couldn't decide whether this would be a night for pajamas or underwear, and hadn't gotten to a conclusion before he'd come back. For a moment there was this stiff awkwardness between us, this awareness of where the night would go but a... not quite a hesitation, not quite reluctance, but something like that. Something slowing us down, keeping us apart. Until he reached forward for my paw, until I was supposed to bring him over to the makeshift bed I'd set up on the floor for him, until I ended up actually just pulling him down towards mine.

And that was where it had started. The fan spun slowly overhead, but did nothing to dissipate the heat and tension between us. I'd sat down on the edge of the mattress with him standing in front of me, and as he stood there, that blush returned to his cheeks and his ears - and he unbuttoned and unzipped his fly and dropped his pants right then and there, the shape and scent of his cock immediately catching my attention. It would've been so, so easy to lean in and nuzzle against him then like he was doing to me right now, but before I could move, the cheetah had started to crawl in over me to take his place in the bed beside me.

We lay down facing each other, one of my arms up over his shoulder and one of his across my waist, just above the pocket of the pants I still wore. It seemed as though his eyes glowed with a light all their own; I didn't want to look away. I didn't want to close mine to settle down to sleep. It's a good thing he didn't, either: just like when we were out back, his paw tightened on my waist and drew me against him, and I just pressed forward reciprocated his thrusts and his grinds. Before long, his fingers had wrapped around my wrist, his mouth had met mine again - and I'd reached down to mirror him, and finally get out of my pants.

To be honest, I don't know what happened from there. The kissing, the grinding, the panting; the paws and fingers, the teeth, the lips, the tongues. At some point he ended up on top of me, and then at some other point he'd tossed the blankets back and started grinding down on me from above, the waistband of his underwear held slightly away from his lower body by the twitching, pulsing of his hard cock. My heart thrummed like it never had before, and I wanted this boy as I'd never wanted anyone else.

And now he had his nose pressed up between my legs, eyes half-lidded as they took in the look of me, the contour of my cock from the tapered tip to the veined base and the bulge of my knot, the lip of my sheath, the balls surrounded by soft, short fur. Those golden eyes flitted up to mine again, past my length propped up over a few of his fingers... and then mine fluttered shut with the first feeling of his tongue, dragging up along me, awkward and inexperienced but no less confident and sure for it.

Again and again he did that, each time from a different angle, from a different point along my shaft. He didn't know what to do with his fingers or where to squeeze along my cock, and it took a bit of trial and error before he managed to slide my tip up between his lips and swirl his gently-rough tongue around there, and make me twitch and gasp and squirm. Somehow one of my paws ended up on his head behind his ear, and somehow I ended up tugging him down along my length - until he did his own little squirm and came up at the back end of a spluttering cough. I guess he'd gotten what he wanted, though: he wiped his mouth on his paw and started to lift himself back over me again. I didn't know what to do with my paws, either, so I just kind of held them out into the air as he got back into position-

-but then he swiftly, eagerly yanked his boxer-briefs halfway down his thighs with one of his paws and kicked them off of one leg, and had me wrap my fingers around his length with his other. Didn't have to show me what to do: he was bigger than I'd honestly expected, and uncut, slick smooth foreskin rolling easily back and forth over his head and under my stroking, hips giving the occasional little buck or twitch. His tailtip lashed behind him, and when I looked up to his muzzle, he'd closed his eyes and was taking a few moments to just enjoy_the feeling, and the closeness, and the pleasure. I rested my other paw along his hip, gaze fixed hungrily on the cock in my paw; never before had I wanted to nuzzle, nose, lick, suck another guy so bad, but - god_damn.

Didn't seem like he'd let me, though. All of a sudden those orange eyes flicked open again and fixed on my muzzle, and next thing I knew, he was again squeezing me down against the mattress with one paw on my shoulder and the other along my saliva-slickened cock, angling me up towards his tailhole just like he'd done in my dream. This was - so much more, though, so much sharper, so much more intense. I slowed my stroking as he got into position there, fingerpads tingling with the intense heat radiating off of his body and from his length; his scent, his musk, had sharpened and thickened in the air, and actually legitimately made my mouth water. That was a new feeling, too.

Right before he started pressing down onto me, his tail came down, curled under my leg, came up again, curled underneath it again. With my tapered tip settled against the pucker of his tailhole, also hot, he braced both paws against my chest, dug his fingers in against me... and started to sink slowly down, that hot ridged flesh tightening and twitching, pushing back against my cock, slowly letting me slide in.

It was so, _so_hard not to arch my back and pull him down onto me, not to lift my hips and force myself into him. I could tell that this was something else he didn't have experience with, and that he had to take his time and be careful on: as he tried to work my tip all the way into him, I twice ended up twitching out of him, and with a little embarrassed chuckle he reached back and righted himself.

We could both tell when we finally did slide into the rhythm of things, though. I don't really know when, exactly, it was, but all of a sudden he sank easily back onto me with a deep shiver vibrating through his body as he did so, and I couldn't help but dig my own claws into the fur of his thigh. The clicking of the fan as it jiggled on its screws or whatever didn't even register in my mind anymore; there was just Tony, and myself, and this tight, hot slickness squeezing around my cock from to tip halfway to my knot, and his scent and his breath and his shivering and his moaning.

From there he slowly, gently worked himself back and forth, coming up a short distance towards my tip and then pressing himself back down again, each time coming a little bit lower, a little bit closer towards my knot. Very quickly it became impossible for me to resist my body's desire to lift up into him, and I gritted my teeth against the sharp pleasure - but Tony just took it as it came, letting out a slightly hotter sigh every time that happened.

Slowly, gradually, things all started to come together. The cheetah settled into a steadier rhythm of bouncing against me, drawing his hips forward as he lifted himself up, then sinking back down onto me; I gritted my teeth and pressed my head back against the pillow; one of his paws came down over mine on his thigh, and intertwined with my fingers there - while he guided my other to his shaft, drooling out thick, sticky pre into the fur of my lower belly as he rode; our breathing, our panting, our moaning, came together in that same rhythm, soon joined by the quiet squeaking and straining of the mattress beneath us, and the clicking of the bedframe against the wall.

I wasn't expecting him to all of a sudden double over me and press his mouth against mine again, pulling in hungry, humid breaths between kisses, paws gripping my shoulders as if to yank me up against him and pin me down into the bed at the same time. At some point those kisses turned more from that into just... Tony with his lips firm against mine, tongue dragging up across mine, him sucking and nipping at whatever he could get his mouth around, me almost struggling for breath but certainly not complaining about it.

Every time his rump pressed down onto me, each time I thrust up into him, felt like sweet fire rippling through me and revitalizing my entire body. With one paw still working fast and hard at his shaft until I was unsure if he churned his hips to grind on my cock or to fuck my paw, I'd moved my other down to his waist, to the base of his tail, to hold him down so I could quickly and easily lift up into him. There was the growing pressure, the approaching peak, the strain and the tightness and the sweet, shivery energy... and I think Tony could tell, too. The focus of his kisses moved off of my mouth, along my jaw, towards my neck - I tilted my head to the side to allow him easier access - and then from there down to my shoulder, before he lifted himself back up again with both paws balanced on my chest.

Somewhere amidst all of that, the power balance had shifted: he held still and pressed his rump down as firmly as he could with the already-stretched rim of his tailhole kissed against the wide bulge of my knot, while I was the one humping and thrusting up into him, quick shaky breaths drawn in and puffed back out through clenched teeth. His claws dug into my chest, but I didn't care; he still squeezed and clenched and pulsed around me with his legs curled underneath mine, drawing me deeper, holding me up inside of him as I squirmed and twitched and panted and-

For a moment here, I wasn't sure who it was that made those little breathy chirping sounds. I ended up bucking up into Tony with enough force to make him bounce on me again, and to cause the bedframe to thump back against the wall and the floor at the same time; the cheetah straightened up amidst my peak and arched his back, sleek chest and flat belly easily showing the pace of his breathing, muzzle bearing the pleasure of the sex. Hot, intense pleasure zapping all through me, so that I could feel the force and the pulse of each spurt deep under his tail, and that he could probably feel them, too. He ran his paws down over his smooth fur, shivered as he rode me through my orgasm, then reached down, slid my paw away from his cock - I'd kind of forgotten about that, in the middle of everything else - and gave himself a few more fast, easy strokes, all slick and wet from dripping pre, now with my own length hilted under his tail and knot pulsing, straining, pumping against his tailhole.

Orange eyes glittered half-lidded in the darkness of the room, sharp white teeth between parted lips, little pink tongue briefly lolled out in a rolling, shaking sigh... and again the cheetah squeezed around me almost tight enough to push me over the edge again, if I hadn't just finished. His back arched further, the claws of his other paw this time dug into my leg as he reached behind himself for balance, those eyes and lips closed, and he pressed down onto me with enough desire that I was actually scared for a moment that he'd force my knot into him, and-

And this time it was my head thumping back against the headboard that made the sound. Certainly wasn't expecting him to spurt all the way across my muzzle, not once, not twice, but three times, the last one only a little bit weaker and mostly spattering across my lips - which my tongue instinctively flicked out to lap off, before I knew what I was doing. The cheetah's chest rose and fell in heavy, tired breaths as he relaxed back against my cock, his own still in his slowly-moving paw milking out the last of his load into my bellyfur.

Heavy, cloying scent, bittersweet, yet the taste that clung thick to my tongue was almost sour, almost salty. I could feel the wet heat of his spurts start to soak down into my fur, and started to wonder if he'd get up so we could clean ourselves off - but when he moved, it was to lean down and press his lips to mine yet again, this time softer, gentler, sweeter. Even though he did take the time to lick his own cum off of my mouth and nose. His paws shook, and I could feel his heartbeat through them while he braced them on my shoulders and - pulled himself up off of me, slick and sticky, hot and wet and clenching and making me twitch and gasp all over again.

And then for a moment he remained on all fours above me, paws still on my shoulders, breathing heavily. This was a good position, I realized. "Um..." Tony coughed, and cleared his throat. "Do you have a - a towel, we could... clean up with?..."

Until that point, it'd just sort of fallen out of my mind that I had never taken my pants or underwear off. Tony climbed off of me and stood somewhat shakily beside the bed, his own boxer-briefs pulled halfway back up his thighs, but with his still half-hard cock hanging out from his body at an angle, with a fat drop of whitish cum dangling from the tip of his head. I stood up too, and held my pants and underwear up with one paw and draped the other over his shoulders, and tilted my muzzle to lean in for another kiss. The way he touched my chest with his claws this time was also gentler and more careful, more of a sweet, soft passion than what he'd just unloaded across my chest and face.

I actually wasn't fully sure what to expect, in those few seconds between us getting up and then turning the light on in the bathroom to swipe the towel off the rack. Would this all of a sudden make things awkward between us? Would he, or would I, discover that maybe we weren't as interested in the other as we'd thought? And to think that I'd just given him my word that I wouldn't let him down or hurt him, earlier in the night... and maybe it was just my already-shaky legs, but I had to lean against the threshold of the bathroom door to keep from crumpling over.

Then, though, one cheetah paw rested along my waist and the other started scrubbing along my slightly-matted fur with the balled-up towel, and those simple touches provided enough flame to burn away those dumbass worries. I blinked, and looked at Tony as if it were the first time I'd seen him... and it felt like it, too, with this kind of warm, energetic shock down through my back, wow, look at the colors of his eyes. It took him a moment to realize I was watching him, and then he flicked his eyes up to meet mine... and a sweet smile returned to his lips.

Sweet, understanding, caring. Nonchalant and unconcerned. Instead of using the towel along my chin and muzzle, he leaned in and took care of his mess there with his own mouth, soft-sandpaper tongue catching along my fur and skin beneath and making me shiver all over again, and then of course from there he drew me into another string of kisses that I just couldn't resist. It might've been ten seconds, or thirty, or four minutes that we stood there, my arms having found their way around his upper back and his resting lightly around my waist again, the towel forgotten in a heap near one of my feet. I could taste him on my breath and saliva, just as I could taste myself on his; his muzzle smelled faintly of me, and beneath his own scent, his own aroma, stirred that same note of contentment and enjoyment and relaxation that I usually picked up on him, but sharper and more focused.

When we went back into my bedroom, this time there was no hesitation about where he'd be sleeping. I ended up falling asleep with my nose buried in that scent of his, right in the crook between his shoulder and his neck, one of my arms around him and one of his around me.