Establishing Relations, Chapter 6

Keith dumped another two buckets on Natani, more slowly, front and back, leaving him well-rinsed and thoroughly sodden. He suppressed the instinct to shake some of the water off, not so much because he was about to get into a bath anyway, but because he didn't want to get Keith wet if that could get in the way of the basitin getting him coffee.

After might be another matter.

Natani pulled his hair out from in front of his eyes, and considered how his legs felt. A little stronger, but...

He looked at Keith. "Gimme a hand up?"

The basitin obliged, pulling Natani up, then staying near, still holding his hand, as Natani wobbled his way to the bath, legs shaky, fur heavy with water and trailing a puddle on the tiles. The bath was on a raised dais, taking up one end of the room, and the steps leading up to it almost made him lean on Keith, but ultimately he managed, slipping into the warm water with a satisfied sigh.

"Temperature good?"

"Yeah."

Natani let go of Keith's hand, then moved to the nearest corner, where he turned around to spread his arms across the raised tiling surrounding the bath, then leaned back and, half-floating in the water, really stretched his legs, trying to push the shaking out, leaving himself trembling -- but also feeling a little more stable. He let out an even bigger sigh and relaxed, settling in the water, smiling.

This was the life.

Keith touched him on the hand, and when Natani turned to look, he found the basitin smiling as well, just... happy for him, and it made his heart feel like the rest of him felt soaking in the bath. Keith looked at him for a moment longer, his expression growing even more beautiful, before he leaned over from where he stood to give Natani a little kiss. "I'll be right back."

Natani nodded, then watched the basitin go, his tail swishing as he walked, complementing the slight swaying of his hips.

Not a bad look at all.

Keith slipped out of sight, leaving the door ajar, and Natani settled deeper into the bath, letting the warmth soak into him up to his neck, and closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of Keith moving about in the next room, the clinks and thumps of plates and other implements, and eventually the sound of boiling water. He looked for the scent of coffee on the air, but only caught the faintest tantalizing hint, shrouded as he was by the mists of the bath.

But then Keith was back, carrying a platter of assorted meats and cheeses that also had on it two mugs and a tall glass of water, taking care not to slip on the tile as he brought it to the bath, setting it down on the corner next to Natani.

Natani had roused himself as Keith approached, and immediately took the mug nearest to him in both hands, bringing it to his muzzle and breathing the aroma in.

It was divine.

"Careful, it's hot."

"I know. Thanks." Natani put the mug down on the tiles next to him and took a long sip of the water instead, then quickly wolfed down a strip of bacon, then, another one just to have something to chew on while he picked out a turkey leg. It all tasted amazing. He grinned at Keith between bites. "You really know how to treat a guy."

Keith grinned back. "Just try to leave some for me, too."

"No promises if you don't hurry up and get in here."

"Right, right."

Keith went to wash himself, and Natani did slow down, half on purpose, and half because watching a naked Keith wash every inch of his body just had that effect on him. Especially some specific inches. The basitin kept shooting him glances, too, ranging from blushy to confident, but all of them happy.

And then he was done, and slid into the bath, staying at the side of the steps, across the corner from Natani, where he could also reach the food. At first, he kept his legs under him, but after just a moment of hesitation and a shared look, he spread them out, meeting Natani's under the water, nudging and intermingling until they were both comfortable.

Keith smiled at him. "Coffee cool enough yet?"

Natani took up the mug again and felt it out, then blew on the liquid before finally taking a sip, feeling the wamrth of it flood through his system. Hot and strong. He took another sip, forgetting about food for the moment, then a third before it threatened to scald his mouth and he put it down again, sighing happily.

It was just what he'd needed.

Keith had taken his actions as an answer, and took a sip from his own mug between nibbling on some cheese. "You know, your magic got me thinking."

"Hm?"

"That spell you used to stop me at the tavern. Would it work on the King?"

Natani's eyebrows shot up. "The paralysis? It might take a lot of mana, but... it should. But at that point... we'd basically be attacking her. She'd be at our mercy. For real. I don't think that would count as a fun surprise. I am an assassin, you know."

Keith nodded. "Yeah. But you could ask her beforehand, right? Like with the... other thing. And then it wouldn't be a surprise."

Natani mulled that over. "Yeah, I guess... I guess I could. And if she likes the idea... then even if I don't have the mana, maybe we could try tying her up? It's kind of the same thing. Though I'm not really sure... I know how to tie someone up to immobilize them, but this would be kinda... different."

Keith smiled. "Well, if she likes the idea, then she might have some tips for us."

Natani laughed. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

They ate for a while in silence, until something started tickling at Natani's mind, and he side-eyed Keith. "So how'd you think of that, huh?"

"Ah, well..." There was the blush again. Keith tugged at one of his ears with his free hand. "I mean... you used the spell on me, and then you molested my ears and kissed me. So it wasn't exactly a stretch."

Natani smiled. The coffee was doing wonders, and he was starting to feel reinvigorated, especially with Keith looking like that. "Uh-huh."

"What?"

"Think about that a lot, do you?"

Keith blushed brighter. "I mean... I'm not going to forget something like that, am I?"

Natani just smiled in response.

He polished off the last of the food, and finished his coffee, putting the mug back next to the platter before shifting toward the middle of the bath, eyeing Keith. He found the basitin's paws with his hands, and spent a moment slowly rubbing and teasing them, then tugged on Keith's toes and arched an eyebrow at the basitin.

Keith finished his coffee in a hurry, putting the mug down without looking before joining Natani in the middle of the bath. Muzzle met muzzle, and Natani showed Keith some of his new-found energy before pulling him along to the back-end of the bath, where he settled down with his back against the edge and Keith straddling his lap, with Natani's arms around the basitin, his hands teasing at the base of Keith's tail, enjoying the basitin's reactions through the kiss.

Eventually, he let it wind down, moving his hands to Keith's rump instead, and giving him a friendly little squeeze, the kiss growing calmer, overtones becoming undertones.

Natani nudged Keith's muzzle away gently, and gave him his best smile. "Y'know, I could really go for some more meat."

A moment of surprise, then a burst of laughter. "Well, I'd be happy to get you..." Natani moved one of his hands around to Keith's front, and gave him an even friendlier squeeze, making him blush and his ears perk "... oh."

Natani grinned. "Hop up on the edge?"

The tiles were wide enough to sit on, if barely, and Keith wasted little time in getting his butt up there, his back against the wall, hands braced on either side, feet planted in the bath, then planted wider as Natani nudged his way between the basitin's knees, smiling up at his look of wonder and anticipation.

Natani put his hands to the very insides of Keith's thighs, on either side of the prize, both for support and to lend some of his own weight to keeping the basitin on his perch. He started slowly, with just a kiss on Keith's tip, counting on that anticipation to do a lot of the work for him. He let it build up more, putting his tongue to work pulling long, deliberate drags up Keith's shaft, replacing the water sheen, lick by lick, with a thicker one of saliva, enjoying Keith's changing expressions at his acts, and his heat, and the way his shaft throbbed from time to time under Natani's tongue, building up a slow trickle of pre at the tip that he would let gather before collecting with another kiss. That taste, and the scent that went with it... Natani followed the basitin's shaft down, letting it press against the side of his muzzle as he turned his tongue to its base, and the hefty sack that hung beneath, making Keith groan as Natani looked for more of that scent under the water and the soap, and not letting up until he'd found it and filled his nose, filled the whole space between the basitin's legs, with it.

It was an easy thing, following your instincts, when you liked where they led, and liked the reaction they got. Keith looked every bit as enraptured as Natani let himself feel, as he pressed his nose down for one last long breath through that short fuzzy fur, before once again laying his tongue out against the base of that shaft and pulling back up, collecting his bounty as he went, only to pause at the tip, to taste, to swallow, to give another little kiss -- and then opening his mouth and taking Keith inside, his tongue guiding the tip deeper, then wedging it against the roof of his muzzle as he formed a seal around Keith's girth, taking a moment to adjust, then taking another to swallow as Keith groaned and deposited a new, richer spurt of pre right on his tongue.

Natani started bobbing his head, slowly at first, teasing out more of those tastes and watching Keith's tension build, then speeding up when it seemed to plateau, to push it further, to catch it by surprise -- and then reach its peak, Keith's breath catching for a moment as he gave an even heavier throb in Natani's muzzle, and then exhaling in a long groan as his first jet filled Natani's mouth with the rich taste of his basitin cream, even thicker than the first time he'd tasted it. Natani swallowed, and kept swallowing when Keith almost filled his mouth, kept moving slowly, kept milking the tip of Keith's cock for those heavy throbs, coaxing out as much as he could of his seed, all the while watching the tension melt out of the basitin, until there was no more to be had.

At least, immediately. At some point, Natani would have to see if he could keep going from there... but it would have to be when he was less spent, and they were somewhere more comfortable.

Satisfied that he'd gotten all he was going to, Natani let Keith slip out of his muzzle, then sat back to get his legs out from under him, and smiled up at the basitin. "Maybe that was more like dessert."

Keith laughed, and half-slid, half-collapsed off the edge into the water, landing between Natani's feet. Natani nudged at the basitin's rump, and he answered by bringing a hand to Natani's ankle and stroking it softly with his fingers. He smiled. "Dessert for you or for me?"

Natani grinned. "Both of us, I guess."

Keith shifted closer, and gave him a kiss just brimming with joy and gratitude... followed by pulling back with a half-amused, half-consternated look. "... is that how I taste?"

Natani laughed. "Yeah, probably." Grin. "Thinking of blowing yourself?"

Keith shook his head, but it wasn't a no. "Why did you have to put that idea in my head?"

"For your reaction, of course." Natani kissed Keith back, making sure to give Keith a taste of his tongue, then grinned. "Maybe I'll save you some, next time."

Keith laughed, and leaned against him, resting his muzzle against Natani's shoulder. "Dammit, Natani."

It wasn't much of an admonishment. Natani started nuzzling against Keith, smiling, and soon enough Keith was nuzzling back, then nudging his muzzle away with a slightly blushy kiss.

"So... would you care to hop up on the edge?"

Natani returned the kiss. "Nah. Don't feel like sitting on tile. And besides... I was two down, remember? One down now." And really, if he could help it, he would try to stay at least one down... because if possible, he did want to see Keith ask for it. Natani thought maybe that came across in his expression, too, from how Keith's blush deepened.

"Ah... yeah. But I'm one down too."

"Mm-hmm. And I know just how I'm going to collect on that."

Keith's ear flicked. "Oh?"

Natani smiled. "Remember when I said I had a few ideas how to satisfy a basitin? Well, I'm going to..." he started to move around Keith, then stopped. "Well, maybe I'll start with you on your back, because you seemed to like that." The blush brightened, but there was no disagreement there. And really... Natani realized that he did want to get Keith on his back again, because he wanted to see if he could get the basitin to come just from Natani thrusting into him and playing with his paws. He'd clearly been close that first time, given how quickly the King had pushed him over -- and sure, if the King wasn't there, Keith wouldn't have that 'distraction' to help him... but maybe if Natani did it right, Keith wouldn't need the distraction. Just him.

But he wasn't going to tell Keith about that idea, because then those expectations might get in the way. Instead, he just grinned. "Yeah, I'm going to start with you on your back. But I think both our legs can only take that for so long, so..." He completed his move to put himself behind Keith, and wrapped his arms around the basitin's midriff. With his chest unbound, his breasts pressed up against Keith's shoulders, but he didn't let them get in the way. "Then I'm going to get you down on your side, and I'm going to bury myself all the way under that cute tail of yours..." Natani let his hand trail down to Keith's shaft, finding it, of course, hard "... and then I'm going to keep grinding into you..." he pushed his hips right up against Keith to make that point, then wrapped his hand loosely around Keith's cock "... and jerk you off until you've got nothing left."

"Oh."

Natani smiled to himself. "Any objections?"

"W-well, I'm still a little sore, but..."

Natani laughed, and pressed a kiss against the base of one of Keith's ears. He let go of the basitin's cock, hugging him closer instead. "I wasn't thinking right now. Or probably even today. I'm more than a little sore."

"Oh. Well, in that case..." Keith put a hand on top of Natani's, tugging at it; Natani let him go, and he turned around, and gave him a kiss, smiling at him through a blush. "I guess I'll... look forward to it."

Natani returned the kiss, and the smile. "Good. Any thoughts about what you might want from me after that?"

Keith glanced away, his ears twitching. "Well, I might have some ideas... and I'll want to hear yours too. But the one thing I know for sure is..." Keith looked back at him. "I want to see your face."

Ah, yeah. He'd said something like that earlier, too. Natani nodded. "I'll keep that in mind."

So if it ended up being Natani's pick again... he would ride Keith, probably? He should be able to set the pace some, then, and take his time getting used to the basitin's size... and maybe he'd be able to get those kisses in, too. That wasn't gonna happen if he was on his back.

But then, if he was on his back, he could get his paws up...

Natani shook his head, smiling. "I think we're going to have to try to find a lot of time."

Keith grinned. "Yeah."

And also figure out how to survive possibly daily encounters with the King, without getting too worn down or drained to make the most of their private time.

He might end up needing that healing magic. Hopefully Keith would come through with those crystals.

But if he didn't... or really, either way, Natani thought he should get more serious about gathering mana on his own. He had a pretty good hunch that he'd have better luck charging his crystals if he made his way to the shore, and waded out into the water. The land may have been drained when the tower went, and the water as well, but... the water that was there now wouldn't be the same water that affected by the explosion.

It hadn't felt worth the effort before, but... now he had more need. So when he had the chance...

"You're still going to be doing your General stuff, right?"

"Yeah. Can't exactly just drop everything..." Keith took his hand, and gave it a squeeze "... as tempting as that would be. But I think the same kind of schedule as today should be fine. Or rather... I'll make it work. At least..." Keith gave him a kiss, then arched an eyebrow and smiled a subtle little smile "... if you want to spend that much time with me?"

"Well..." Natani kissed him back, and there was nothing subtle about it. "I could do with more, but I guess I can settle for half of the afternoons, then the evenings... and all of the curfew."

That got to Keith, and Natani could see how much it meant to him. For a moment, he just looked at Natani, his smile widening, before raising one of his hands to Natani's muzzle, to give his cheek a stroke, and then leaning in for a kiss. "You've got a deal."

"Thought you might like that."

"... The bed's going to be a little tight."

Natani touched Keith's cheek in turn. "Good."

"... Yeah."

Natani leaned in for a kiss of his own, and for a good while there were no more words, just a whole lot of understanding -- muzzles and feelings alike meshing together, love calling to love, every call heard and answered, slowly building into a quiet intensity that made Natani's heart ache. In the end, they both shied away, even that mutual, letting it wind down, leaving them in each other's arms, both holding the other tight, suffusing them with far more warmth than the bath ever could.

Eventually, Natani gave Keith's back a stroke and broke the silence. "Ready to get out?"

"Yeah."

So they did. Natani's legs were more or less listening to him again, and so he didn't need Keith's help this time -- and instead of taking the basitin's arm, stuck out his tongue and gave Keith a slap on the butt.

Keith got him back, and it took a bit more tousling before they actually made it back to the benches, where they left off so they could actually get on with their washing and rinsing.

And then came the toweling. Keith had the easier time of it, what with both his hair and fur being shorter, and actually got himself passably dry in the time it took Natani to reach that midpoint between damp and floofy where it was better to just give up and let it dry the rest of the way on its own. He wrapped his second towel -- which was merely damp, rather than sodden -- around his waist, then draped a fresh towel over his shoulders, both to help his top half dry more quickly and for some cover -- before grabbing his dick, his wrappings, both their coffee mugs, and yet another dry towel, and moving into the sitting room.

The less humid air felt nice, cool and refreshing.

Keith trailed him into the room, carrying the now-empty platter and Natani's glass, and clad only in his own towel, wrapped around his waist. Natani couldn't help but notice a rather conscipious fold in the towel, and a smiling glance combined with an arched eyebrow brought a blush from Keith, confirming Natani's suspicions.

And, well...

Natani nodded at the couch. "My turn to make coffee. Why don't you sit down?"

"Ah... sure. And I guess I'll have some, if you will."

Keith set down the platter and the glass first, then went to the couch, and after trailing his fingers across the armrest, feeling the leather, sat down at one end, a little gingerly, not leaning back, his hands in his lap.

Natani made the coffee, snacking a little more while he was at it -- Keith, smiling and shaking his head, was apparently fine on that front -- then took one mug over to Keith before pouring his own. Natani spread out the dry towel he'd brought on the other end of the couch from Keith, then sat down -- it was quite comfortable, really -- and looked at the basitin.

Keith barely had time to look disappointed at how far away he'd chosen to sit before Natani shifted, turning to put his back against the armrest, and lifted his legs up, sliding his feet right into Keith's lap, the basitin hastily raising his hands and mug out of the way to make room.

And then he didn't look disappointed at all.

Or feel disappointed, what with the way he gave a warm throb right against Natani's ankle, nothing but the coarse towel in between.

Natani grinned behind his mug and took a sip, watching Keith. After a moment, the basitin slowly let his hands, cradling his coffee mug, back down, letting the weight of his wrists settle against Natani's ankles -- but that almost incidental contact lasted only for a few nervous sips of his coffee, a few blushy glances before he relegated the coffee mug to only one hand and let the other roam more freely, holding, then fingers slowly stroking Natani's ankles, working his way down his feet until he finally reached the pawpads, there hesitating for a moment, for another look, before pressing his fingers down against them and slowly starting to massage.

Natani groaned in apprecation, surprised at how good it felt. He splayed his toes under the basitin's touch, and laughed quietly as he felt an even stronger throb against his ankle. Keith looked at him, a small, beautiful smile on his muzzle, and Natani's humor didn't... fade, as much as get subsumed in the quiet warmth that swelled up between them.

This meant something to Keith, and more than anything else, Natani was glad that it did. He returned the smile, and nudged at Keith's hand with his foot, asking him to continue.

And continue he did, as the two of them worked their way through their coffees, whether it was massaging Natani's feet or caressing them, or just taking a moment to spread his fingers wide to interlace them with Natani's toes, squeezing there as he pressed his palm against Natani's pad, thumb resting on the edge of his fur, before moving on to gently massaging his toes, one by one.

Keith finished his coffee first, eager to free his other hand up as well, and when he did, he redoubled his efforts, making Natani groan again as the basitin was able to bring more force to bear in a new round of massage, fingers plying at his pads, still soft after the soak in the bath -- and then sigh happily as Keith gradually grew more tender and teasing.

Natani didn't rush his coffee, taking his time to throughly enjoy both the brew and Keith's attentions, but when he did finish his mug and put it down, he didn't regret that loss, as good as the coffee had been. Instead, he shifted his weight forward, making it easier for him to raise his legs... and did just that, leaving the foot Keith was tending to at the moment in the basitin's lap, while lifting the other one up to press it against Keith's muzzle, the basitin turning his head to meet it.

Keith had clearly been thinking in the same direction, because his reaction was more joy than surprise. Natani could feel the basitin's smile against his pawpad, before those lips parted to give him a first, tender kiss, Keith's hands leaving the foot in his lap as first one, and then -- after he turned, bringing one of his knees up on the couch to face Natani -- the other came up to hold and support Natani's raised leg, letting him relax and mostly leave it to Keith, only pressing his pad forward against the basitin's muzzle to meet him in that kiss.

And pressing his other pad forward in Keith's lap, now square on, making the tight confines of the basitin's towel even tighter, Keith shuddering as Natani traced his shape with his toes.

Natani kept teasing him through the towel as Keith seemed intent to pay back everything Natani had done to his feet earlier, nuzzling, kissing, licking, pad and toes and more besides, and Natani had to admit that not only did it feel nice, it was also fanning his own excitement, both because of the sensations, and how into it Keith seemed to be. He brought his other paw up, too, and for a moment let Keith devote his attention to both, also taking the opportunity to grasp at Keith's muzzle with both of his paws, giving him a little smoosh, before letting his first foot fall and take the place of the second in Keith's lap, once again teasing at the basitin's considerable girth, throbbing under his toes as he pressed against it through the towel.

How would it feel, without even that slight barrier? He fished for the place where Keith's towel was tucked in with his toes and managed to tug it loose, then pulled the fabric aside to bare the basitin's front, Keith's cock springing free from its confines only for Natani to immediately find it again, and press it against the basitin's stomach with his paw, letting him feel the heat of it directly against his pad, as well as the throb that passed through it with Keith's low groan, and the sudden spurt of pre against his toes...

Had his paws always been this... sensitive?

With a look, a smile, and a nudge from his toes, Natani convinced Keith to let his other foot go, then brought it down as well, working its freshly saliva-slicked pad and toes across Keith's shaft, coaxing out more of that pre, adding to the slickness, until both his paws slid across the basitin's girth easily, even when he added more pressure and really made Keith groan.

It was... interesting... using his feet like this, trying to come up with things to do. Like letting Keith's shaft lean against one foot, along the dip between his pad and toes, then using the other to almost grasp at him on the other side, squeezing and rubbing and stroking, up and down, pressing the shaft tighter against his other paw with each, splaying his toes in answer to Keith's throbs, the basitin just... dripping pre onto his paws.

Keith looked like he was having the time of his life too, his breathing growing heavier by the minute, a look of deep pleasure on his face, his half-lidded gaze switching back and forth between what was going on in his lap, and looking at Natani. Seeing him like that, and feeling him like that, hot and slick and throbbing, somehow intimate in a whole new way... Natani found his hand drifting down toward his own lap, and let it, first pressing it down between his legs, then slowly starting to tease himself through the towel, softly kneading at himself as he kneaded on Keith, letting his own excitement add to what he was doing, and seeing the basitin's recognition of the same, his gaze now lingering more on Natani's lap than his own.

Natani could tell by now when Keith was getting close, so he shifted his feet again, moving one near the base of Keith's shaft to capture it head-on, splaying his toes down the middle for a good hold, and pressing it towards the basitin's body, while he trailed the other up Keith's shaft in a long press of his slick paw. When he reached the tip, he curled his toes around it, squeezing gently as he kept moving his foot slightly, forward and back, rubbing, rubbing, to the same slow rhythm he was touching himself, teasing around his clit through the towel.

Natani felt Keith's sack draw tight against the pad of his lower foot, and the basitin tensed, his eyes fluttering closed and his head hanging back, breath catching before releasing again with a great groan of an exhalation, at the same time as Natani felt a heavy throb press past the pad of his foot and up Keith's shaft, half a heartbeat before sticky warmth exploded between Natani's toes, some even shooting out from between them and landing on Keith's chest before Natani instinctively tightened his hold for the second wave, catching all of it, and the next, and the next, letting them spill down Keith's twitching cock and onto his other foot, Keith's pleasure seeming endless as Natani kept squeezing the tip with his toes, doing his best to draw it out, his hand stilling in his own lap as he focused all his attention on the basitin.

Finally, Natani could feel Keith's sack unclench, and then the rest of him, though his cock, of course, remained hard, still throbbing between his toes. Only when Natani shifted his feet, letting them rest on the now messy towel between Keith's legs, did the basitin start to go soft at all -- and even then, he stayed mostly hard, probably just from still feeling Natani's feet there, touching the insides of his thighs.

Keith let out a long exhalation, then opened his eyes, his initial look of satisfaction quickly getting tinged with something more as he saw Natani with his hand still between his legs, fingers once again rubbing rhythmically. The basitin made to lean toward him, then seemed to take stock for a moment, looking first down at his lap and the mess they'd made, then glancing around, his eyes fixing on the towel around Natani's shoulders. But rather than ask for it, Keith's gaze shifted to Natani's face, and the basitin's hands came down to softly caress his ankles.

And then a few moments later, that gaze slid off again, with a blush and a smile, as Keith tugged up on one of his feet, and then helped Natani raise it -- back up to his muzzle, where Keith, blush deepening, began to lick it clean.

Damn.

It took a few moments before Keith glanced at him again, maybe worried about his reaction, but when he did, laughing or cracking jokes was the furthest thing from Natani's mind. It had already felt nice enough when Keith had done this earlier, but now, with his own arousal and the heightened significance, it had tipped over into amazing, every touch of the basitin's tongue as good as a caress, inspiring Natani to mimic Keith's rhythms in how he was touching himself. Keith seemed to understand that, too, after a moment of observing him while continuing his tender loving care, and he shot Natani a happy smile, his ears perking up, before getting back to it, going slower now, gentler, teasing, keeping his attention both on what he was doing and on Natani, to see how he responded. Natani forced himself to slow down as well, in tandem, and after a moment shifted his weight again, to make it easier to keep his leg raised.

Keith smiled and kept going, doing a very thorough job.

When he was done with the first paw, he finished with a gentle little kiss right on the pad, that Natani turned into the slightest little flick right across his clit, making him shiver. Keith guided the foot down, resting it against his thigh, where the softness of his fur was another sort of exhileration, then picked up the other one and started all over again, going faster to start, only to leave Natani trembling and close to finishing when he took a little break, then continued at a slower pace, and when even that was enough to bring him to the edge of orgasm, another break, and slower again...

When Keith was finally done, that final little kiss now nearly enough to send Natani over, almost without any action from himself, the basitin rested Natani's leg against his shoulder, then took a moment to quickly and unceremoniously clean himself off with the towel that was still mostly around his waist. That done, he returned his attention to Natani, turning his muzzle to give him a kiss on the ankle, then another, higher up on his leg, then another, kissing and licking his way down. When he got past the knee, the couch grew too cramped, but he just smoothly slid off, keeping himself between Natani's legs, and prompting him to shift how he was sitting, leaning against the corner now, one leg still up on the couch, the other on the floor by Keith's side.

The basitin's hand came up to Natani's, still in his lap, and touched it gently, then persuaded it to move, higher, to Natani's hip, to where his towel was tucked in.

They unhooked it together, letting the fabric hang loose, slipping partially, a gap appearing up his thigh. Keith's hand stayed with Natani's, the basitin's fingers wrapping around his as Keith leaned down to place a new kiss on the top of his knee, below that gap, and then higher, higher again, nuzzling the towel further and further open, both the sliding of the fabric against him and Keith's touches making Natani shiver.

Keith reached the very top of his thigh, and lingered there, where the towel was stubbornly hanging on. Natani took his free hand to the towel and pulled it open, exposing his front. Keith gave his hand a squeeze, then brought his other hand up, gently touching Natani's hand that had pulled the towel away, coaxing him to loosen his hold on the fabric, and to take hold of his hand instead.

The basitin kissed him on the inside of his thigh, so high that Natani could feel the anticipation of the touch of his fur right where he wanted it.

Closer still, and the anticipation became a shivering, tingling reality, just that incidental brush enough to make Natani's breath catch, then release in a strained exhalation.

And then Keith placed a slow kiss right on his clit, joined by his tongue, a promise delivered, sending a bolt of pure pleasure straight through Natani, his breathing forgotten, all his focus on Keith's muzzle between his legs, the basitin looking back at him, equally captivated, a slight blush tinting his muzzle even as that wonderful, slick, strong, tongue gave Natani a heavy lick, then focused down, circling his clit, kneading at the root of it.

Within seconds, Keith had him over, sending him into a trembling, shivering orgasm, his hands squeezing the basitin's tight as the pleasure coursed through him -- but Keith didn't stop there, returning the squeeze even as his tongue continued to ply at him straight through his climax and into another, deeper, more powerful one, Natani's eyes squeezing shut and his tail curling with the force of it, and even his leg up on the couch starting to kick out erratically, that movement finally shaking Keith off.

But the basitin's hands never left his, and he could feel those hands all through it, and through coming down, holding him tight, Keith saying that he was still there, until Natani was ready to open his eyes again and return to the world.

He found Keith looking at him, with such a look of love on his face that for a moment, all Natani could do was feel it, and return it, quietly and with all his heart.

Keith smiled, and it was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. "Hey."

From somewhere deep within Natani, a slow laugh worked its way out. Guess he got to see what he wanted to see. "Hey to you too. Liked what you saw?"

The basitin grinned, and it was all the answer he needed to give.

Natani stuck out his tongue, and it was all the answer the answer needed. But he also tugged on Keith's hands, and the basitin took the cues as he gave them, raising up on his feet, then, after Natani shifted away from the armrest and leaned fully against the back of the couch, getting his knees up on either side of him and sliding into his lap. Their hands finally left each other's, so Natani could wrap his around Keith, near the base of his tail, and Keith could use his to brace against the back of the couch, getting down on his elbows to lean in for a kiss. Natani, slouched as he was, needed to tilt his muzzle up for it.

So that's's what it was like being shorter when they kissed. What it was like for Keith.

It was an interesting perspective, and called for a second, and a third, and a fourth, and a fifth... kiss, all of them slow and playful, though some of the play was of a kind where it didn't exactly surprise Natani when -- as he tugged Keith a little closer -- he felt the heat and weight of the basitin's cock press against his stomach.

And, well... when he took stock of his own situation, he had to admit that, even though the strength of that most recent orgasm had aggravated some of the deep aches in him... there were maybe some other ones that wanted some more soothing.

Maybe Keith was rubbing off on him.

Either way, the rubbing he was definitely doing was giving Natani some ideas. He nudged Keith out of kiss number... something. "Wanna do some practice for tomorrow?"

The basitin's expression said that the answer was almost certainly yes. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well... let's go back to the bed first, shall we?"

There the answer was definitely yes. Keith gave him one last kiss before sliding back off the couch to stand up, then offered him a hand to help him up, complete with a half-smile and an arched eyebrow.

Natani took the hand up, but then followed it through into a kiss, now once again tilting his muzzle down for it, putting all his fresh experience to use in an attempt to make Keith swoon or blush.

He did pretty well, too.

Natani grinned at the basitin. "Come on." Though... now that he was off the couch, standing in that unfamiliar room, the world once again felt larger than just him and Keith. "Oh... how long do you think it is to curfew?"

"I think a bit over two hours. Maybe less, but I don't think I've missed a bell."

Natani stuck out his tongue. "But you might have?"

A slight blush, a good-humored tilt of the ears. "Maybe when I was especially distracted. But we've still got an hour and a half, minimum."

"Guess we should finish up maybe half an hour before?"

"Yeah. A few minutes to... tidy up again, maybe grab some food, and..." Keith shot him a sideways glance. "Your place or mine?"

"I think yours would raise less eyebrows... right?"

"Probably."

"So yours." Natani gave him a kiss, a smile, and an arched eyebrow. "Unless you don't want your bed smelling like wolf?"

Keith returned the kiss, then just smiled, playing it completely straight. "Now that you mention it... I don't think I want it smelling of anything else."

Damn. And he didn't even blush.

After one more kiss, Natani turned to gather up the towels from the couch, and found that they'd done a good job of containing the damage -- Keith's and his. Which was good, since no matter what the King had said about not worrying about cleanup, she probably hadn't been thinking of something like that.

Though... knowing her, maybe she had been. But either way, he wasn't inclined to leave unnecessary evidence lying around, and the towels would be easy enough to give a bit of a wash. The bed... he would trust to the King.

It had her scents on it as well, after all.

He dropped the messier towels into a pail that they'd left half-filled in the bath, but the one he'd had around his shoulders was pretty much clean, so he hung it up. That he could still use, when it came time to 'tidy up', as Keith had put it.

All of that dealt with, he re-wrapped his now dried out chest, then took a moment to look at himself in the mirror before nodding at his own reflection.

For a time there, he'd almost forgotten he had those out.

Keith was waiting for him on the sitting room side, holding out Natani's dick at him with a raised eyebrow. Natani took it, laughing, and led the way into the bedroom, where he set it down on top of the dresser.

Not what he had in mind.

Pulling Keith along to the edge of the bed, Natani got down on all fours to make his way towards the center, making a bit of a show of it, and glancing and grinning back at Keith's expression. But when he got to a good spot, he rolled over to lay on his back instead, propping himself up on his elbows to look at Keith.

Natani smiled, and spread his legs ever so slightly wider. "Let's see what those fingers can do."

"Ah."

Keith joined him on the bed and, some short minutes later, with the basitin's cock pressed against his side and one of Keith's legs between his, helping keep them spread while the basitin slowly worked two slick fingers inside him, having figured out just how to curl them, just where to press and rub and grind, to make Natani shiver and tremble, and his hips want to raise against Keith's hand -- Natani was quite convinced that if this didn't work for the King, that would be her loss.

But... might as well make sure, right?

No reason to be... hasty...

But he should do something for Keith as well, no matter that the basitin's expression, looking at him, was fit to convince him Keith was already perfectly happy with his situation. So Natani pulled the basitin even closer, then reached across with his other hand, grasping for where he felt Keith's hardness throbbing tight against him, working his fingers around the tip, already slick with pre.

He could reach, just about, but it was a little awkward, so... Natani pulled up the leg that hadn't been captured by Keith, then braced with it to half-turn toward the basitin, giving himself more reach, and letting him see what he was doing.

And getting his muzzle to where he could kiss Keith.

And, as he soon found out, giving his hips better leverage to start working against the basitin's hand.

And then they went from there, all thought of plans for the King forgotten, just touching and discovering each other. They kept it to hands, and tongues, and paws, neither of them ready to take the other again, or to be taken, just yet. But that didn't seem to matter. The possibilities felt limitless.

By the time curfew fell, the two of them were safely ensconced in Keith's apartments, enjoying a hastily cobbled together but regardless wonderful dinner; and not long after that, they were curled up together under the covers in Keith's bed, very snug and very content.