Breakfast In Bed
#23 of Hockey Hunk Season 6
Breakfast In Bed
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There really is nothing like spending the Saturday morning in bed, just lying around and doing absolutely nothing whatsoever, and -
...but this morning, I was perhaps a bit reluctant to such extreme levels of inactivity, since the simple task of opening my eyes brought me face to face with a quietly dozing Victor, one paw cutely rested under his muzzle as a pillow, while the big Dobie rested away, probably sweetly unaware of my own presence in his big double bed.
His whiskers moved a little with the gentle flow of his breath in and out of his lungs, one ear flicked idly upon some secret, private dreamy image in his mind, perhaps, and the expression on his muzzle was one of content rest.
I smiled a little to myself and rolled onto my side, pulling one knee up so that I was propped on a most comfortable position for Dobie watching. My cozy nest on Victor's silky sheets (without being actual silk, I suspected, but they were nice alright!) was warmed by the duvet covering my body, and the presence of the gently sleep-rumbling Dobie made it even better. My eyes were a bit sleepy, but I did not have an immediate urge to use the facilities, which meant that there was really nothing that was taking me away from Victor's flank for the moment.
He looked good like that, peaceful. No worry over his handsome, masculine face, no errand thoughts of stationery, or meddling brothers, or troublesome lion acquaintances, or sore ribs. He just looked happy to be there, and that meant everything to me. Perhaps I was contributing a little to it, too, I thought, an idea nice enough to make me smile a little, and let out a purr, too, but just gently without disturbing Victor's slumber.
Yesterday wasn't a bad day at work, not at all, what's with Marge smiling dangerously all day and refusing to tell why, not to mention an impromptu visit by a Haakon who smelled like he'd just been to the gym and shone like a summer afternoon with his easy going looks, his flicking pierced ear and his glasses-framed smart eyes, and those loose cargo shorts carrying their precious...cargo?
Those puns were too bad to even share to Victor, but he was definitely happy to see me when I showed up at his place in the afternoon, to find wine on the table and something lovely roasting in the oven and best of all, not requiring any particular attention from the naked chef Holden which meant that we could have a good old-fashioned snuggle and making out on the couch before we grudgingly settled in for the relaxing dinner. Chatting and TV-watching and showering ensued, and by then, retiring to the bedroom seemed like such a pleasant option for the two of us...
Oh, sigh. Watching Victor rest there brought enough memories of last night's antics that Rory Junior reared his head and poked out of his fuzzy home in the confines of the boxers I had worn to bed after we'd finally decided to do some sleeping. It felt almost sore, considering the workout from last night, but that was hardly a nuisance, almost re-assuring, more like. Victor had certainly not complained either...
But there was more to it, too. We'd had all sorts of fun, chatted, laughed, shared news and workplace events and family recollections and generally had a good time, the way one was supposed to, I thought. Not something Graham would ever much be interested in doing, besides talking about whatever project he was interested in at the moment. Victor's curiosity seemed genuine enough, and hear him talk about his workmates or Cobb's latest bizarre phone call (those seemed to be a daily occurrence), and...just playing with his ears, or have him tickle is fingers through my mane...
It was good for now, I thought, smiling as I watched one of Victor's eyelids twitch, as if his eyes were chasing something in a dream. It'd be really interesting to figure out what was going on inside that smart head of his at the moment. I resisted the urge to smeck a peck against his brow while I watched him. No point in disturbing his sleep, considering it couldn't have been that late yet. I wasn't even sure what had brought me out of my sleep, if it wasn't the sunlight by now gently tickling the edge of the bed. At least I'd tired myself enough that my body clock hadn't woken me up at the usual ungodly morning hour. Such a waste on a weekend...
Perhaps I should be a nice boy and get out of bed and fix us some breakfast, as a special treat for my welcoming, generous host. He always made sure I was well fed and watered while I was staying over, so I might as well try to do something nice for him in turn, too. True that I'd never left him wanting while visiting my little place, but Victor's expansive kitchen allowed for much more elaborate food preparation at leisure. Perhaps I wasn't as creative as he was when it come to kitchen work, though...not to mention, sneaking through his pantry while he was sleeping was like raiding someone's fridge...probably not exactly unwanted, but still, it might be polite to ask first. I did still feel like I was a visitor, considering no upgrades had been made to that status of as of now, and I was quite comfortable with that. Anything else could come at its own time, including access to the frying pans...
I could whip something up, though...Victor always had nice bread, which seemed to be a preference he shared with his extravagant brother, not a source of complaint, certainly not...and coffee, of course, and maybe juice...porridge? Did Victor even eat porridge...
My musings were interrupted by a sound that was much akin to a harrumph, and the very bed trembled with the motion of Victor adjusting his posture, the springs reverberating under the shifting mass of hockey dog hunk. His ears flared and his eyes opened a crack, followed by a blink and a concentration on the lion-shaped blanket sprawled on the other side of the bed that was incidentally called Rory.
"Hmpphpmorning," he rumbled in the manly way Victors do.
"Good morning!" I grinned appropriately.
Victor yawned, grumbled, bared his teeth and made a rather fearsome morning face before his visage relaxed into calmness, and his lips smacked together and made "mhm mhm mhm" noises that made him sound rather pleased with himself.
"Indeed," he stated.
A bit paw slipped from under the duvet and ruffled my mane a little, which made me purr and gently pat on his paw as it continued on its rubbing. I tapped his wrist and gave it a playful grab, and Victor grinned with his limb becoming captive as it did.
"You been up for long?" he asked.
"A few minutes maybe," I smiled. "Didn't feel like moving. I did think about making breakfast, though."
"Well I'd love a ham omelet..." Victor said.
"I could always try my paw at it," I said with a smile, "do you have one of those breakfast in bed trays?"
Victor chortled and began to scratch his muzzle.
"In fact I do now," he replied, "Cobb bought me one for exactly that purpose, because he thought it'd be too much of a stress for me to have to get out of eat each morning."
The idea was both adorable and a slightly disturbing glimpse into the life at the apartment under the careful watching eye of NURSE COBB. The existence of the tray sounded nice, though, because we might definitely do something about that at some point, if the mood struck us for such a picnicking way of eating breakfast, or anything, really, in bed.
"Consider me completely unsurprised," I said. "I'm surprised he didn't get you an electric bed or something."
"Urgh," Victor pouted, playfully enough, to tell me that he was really fine.
I pressed my lips against that gentle little pout and we swapped a kiss, back and forth it went, little smacking noises accompanying our muzzle action in kind. Victor's paws slipped over my neck and I rubbed my paw slowly along his arm all the way to his shoulder, so that both of us had a palmful of the other while we continued the warm, ticklish kissing action. The previous grumblings melted into purrs and softer noises coming from Victor's expansive chest, and slowly I also managed to snuggle myself closer to him. It suddenly felt much warmer under the covers, now that hunky Dobie chest brushed against my own furry front, and he seemed to be liking the feeling, too, considering that soon a possessive leg was boldly thrown over my hip. That rumpled the blankets but also brought our bodies into further contact.
"I see someone's woken up alright..."I noted cheekily, feeling a big lump of Victor pressed against the fabric of my boxers, which themselves were straining under the resurgent activity in my own netherquarters.
"So are you," Victor said, his paw rubbing down my back, obviously seeking his favorite place, the thick base of my tail that highlighted my rump.
"You blame me?" I smirked.
"Nnnoope!" Victor squeezed the nearest ass cheek he could reach, bringing a rumble form me, and my hips tilting against his...cheeky...grip.
I swung my tail free of the covers and slumped it over his arm, the tuff on the tip tickling over his bare shoulder just nice, my appendage being more than mobile enough to manage that. Victor replied with a louder rumble and a smile, his hips thrusting boldly onto my warm belly so that he was surely getting some very nice friction out of it. It felt quite fantastic for me too, purrs trembling out of me freely now.
I expected the making out to continue for some time, but Victor suddenly swung us about so that I ended up on my back,with Victor's bigger bulk straddling me, naked alright, his butt resting against my swollen loins covered in the thin fabric so that I could feel the warmth of his body more than well, and with his legs over my hips, knees on my sides, it was a warm, firm feeling. The sudden arrival of Victor caused me to gasp, since he was on the heavier side, but at least it knocked my breath out in the good way, not in the "uhmpph!" way.
I put my paws on his hips and stroked them, my eyes hungrily fixed on the red erection now bobbing over my belly. The aggressive knot pulsed, red and hard, and Victor was obviously enjoying the pose, for he flexed a little, and his shaft jumped, too.
I licked my lips, and did not resist the urge to hump my own hips against his butt, which he seemed to be wriggling from side to side quite deliberately, because the hugging sensation of his butt cheeks over my own erection was definitely mobile and changing.
"What do you want?" I husked, only barely resisting the urge to just grab him and rub one off out of the barking Adonis.
Victor planted his big paws over my chest and crouched over me, his back arching in a manner that reminded me of a feline, to use the old cliché that was told about us cats, but Victor managed to pull it off alright...grinning lasciviously with his tongue lolling out. Was he panting a bit? I think he was...obviously showing himself off to me while I lay under him as his willing sexy captive.
At least I hoped he thought like that...though maybe I had an inkling.
"A morning ride," he said, his fingertips making fun with my nipples in a surprise pinching action that caused me to gasp with the sharp twinge of sensation coursing across my chest like two electric zaps.
My eyes narrowed, hearing such a lusty request, there was no chance that my body wouldn't almost imply at those words coming in that sensual rumbling voice of Victor's that only seemed to become more dog-like whenever he was aroused.
"You seem to have made the decision already," I smirked, but played grab-paw with his dick, which made him outright murr.
"Get the stuff," he said, "I'll wake you up."
"Hmm - "
Victor suddenly rolled off me, leaving me only a moment before he was perched between my legs and grabbing them, almost doubling me over when he eased one paw under my rump and pulled my boxers off with a surprisingly smooth motion, considering how my legs were squirming. I giggled and chuckled and helped him a little while he took my boxers off and slipped them off my paws, before my legs finally landed back on the bed with a thump.
"Wow - "
Victor winked at me and leaned down, sniffing around my groin for a few moments, sensually, nuzzling my thigh and then slipping his tongue out so that he swiped it over my fuzzy balls. I gasped and reached for his head, to press him down there, but his paw was faster and swapped me away.
"Get the stuff," he mumbled against my sheath, which he seemed to be...oh God, he was playing with it by grabbing the rim between his lips and tugging on it gently, which made my cock throb powerfully. My tail flailed against the bedsheets, and tension rolled on and off me while Victor's paws dug onto my thighs.
"Ohhhhh..."I gasped, wondering if Victor really thought I needed to be even harder to get my lionhood into his butt...
Somehow I managed to fumble for the condoms and the lube haphazardly dropped onto the bedside table on the night before, even with Victor's muzzle closing around my tip while his thumb rubbed against my tailhole, making it clench and prickle with that strange pleasure I associated with such touching. He slurped down almost all the way, and suckled, just a little, making me groan, loudly, before, his eyes meeting mine, he lifted his muzzle extra slowly so that I could see each spit-glistening inch emerge before I finally slipped out of him...and onto his waiting palm, for another series of strokes.
"Ohhhhh..."I gasped, as I tossed him the lube bottle and the Catnip condom.
Victor was obviously not doing this for the first time, managing to open the condom wrapper with just one paw and then slip it down on me, all the way so that the snug ring clamped around my base and secured the prophylactic on place, giving it a stroke for good emphasis and making me hiss, before the lube was opened and he applied a squirtful on me, holding me in his fingers like a sausage in a bun, before he spread the lube on me...still grinning and flicking his ears eagerly.
"I won't last long," I warned, as he put more lube on his paw, and it disappeared across his body and onto his backside.
"Then I'll get a second helping, "he stated bluntly, his breathing hitching a little when thick fingers surely breached through his sensitive ring.
I gasped, the act so damn sexual that I thought I might explode into the condom the very moment. Victor was obviously hungry for it, and his sexual fervor was of a kind that was easy to...get along to...earnest, and just a little bit lusty, too.
"You plan to drain me over the weekend, huh?" I breathed.
"If you're game," he replied, the lube dropped aside as he climbed on me again, his erection bobbing while he poised himself.
I put my paws on his hips, as much as I could reach, and wished I had a pillow under my back so that I could see it a bit closer.
I still had a front seat view to how he held my erection up, pointing into the dark furrow behind his balls, onto which he nudged once before I slipped right where it was needed, held onto his opening for just a moment before, with a concentrated look from Victor, he bent his knees and put his weight down on me.
"Ahhh..."
"Ehhh..."
His body flexed and tensed, taking a moment for him to accept the penetration he wanted so much. One always had to navigate against some physical barriers, even if your mind was fully into it. He didn't need much persuasion, however, because after a few hissing and teeth-clenching moments, I was in, and he lowered himself down with slow deliberation, my eyes jumping between Victor's scowl of pleasure, his heavy-lidded eyes, and the rampart erection pointing at my muzzle.
"Oh, God..."
He put his paws on my chest, leaning over my, breathing hotly on me while he got settled, most of his weight on his knees, much of it on me, too, and with me buried deep inside him.
I put my paws on his arms and gripped them, opening my muzzle in a wordless invitation that brought his lips onto mine without a further word. Both of us started bucking our hips in unison, our kiss moving back and forth slowly, passionately, while our rhythm built up. There was certainly nothing sleepy about it, only the slow, firm motions of out bodies, stoking heat between us and making it grow and grow.
I was true to my earlier prediction, I have to admit, and I did not last very long. Victor simply throbbed heavily against my belly even when I unloaded, his lips caressing mine while I held onto him firmly, breathing in deep gulps while Victor sat on me, somewhere between bliss and continued want.
The clenching of his body told me that there would be more, soon, and I would be ready.
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