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It's 6:00 at on a solemn autumn afternoon. The leaves are just beginning to change color, the mix of warm colors gently falling from the trees as the days progress, lightly painting the ground and the rooftops with the collage of colors as they leave the trees. The sky is ablaze with a brilliant shade of orange as the sun gently begins to lay itself down to rest, preparing for its snow-white counterpart and its sparkling companions to take its spot in the sky for the next half of the date, and dazzle the sky with natural night lights.

Within the lamp-lit bedroom of a humble, single-floor home, a young feline named Ammi lies idly in his bed, dressed down in a lavender night gown and matching slippers. He's accompanied by a little bunny plushy, humming a soft tune to himself as he's focused on the sketchbook in his hand, implanting the creative images that come to his mind on the paper that resided in his possession. Each stroke he made was so casual, yet so concentrated as the lines formed to his desire, undoing them if he felt they could be curved or straightened any better than the first attempt.

As Ammi nears the completion of his latest sketch, he hears a knock at his door. Snapping out of the artistic trance, his ears perk up quickly at the sound of the first soft pound at the door, and he lowers his sketchbook and pencil. "About time he came," he said aloud to himself. Hopping out of bed, he sets the sketchpad on the edge of his bed, stands up straight to fix the wrinkled out of his night gown, and goes to his door. Looking through the peep hole, he'd spy a light-blue squirrel, donned in a white sweater, orange scarf, and soft-red skirt, and a messenger bag decorated with stars of all colors was slung around his chest. He's holding a white and blue-striped box in one hand, and in the other hand, a cardboard cup holder with two tall paper cups. "Who is it?" Ammi asks the visitor through the door.

"It's Flyte, silly," the squirrel answers back.

"Flyte-who?" Ammi calls back.

"Oh my gosh, Ammi, open the door!" Flyte yells out, unable to help but chuckle at his feline companion's silly nature.

Ammi laughed softly as well. "What's the magic words~?"

"I've got cinnamon rolls~" Flyte raised the box to the peep hole, flipping the top so the eight icing-glazed sweet buns show.

Ammi's tail straightens with excitement as he could already taste the cinnamon rolls. He quickly opens the door, his eyes already showing delight in the baked goods. "Well, get your fluffy tail in here, already!" he demands, stepping aside so Flyte has his entry path. "Gosh, you've got my sweet tooth tingling!"

Flyte giggles, closing the top of the box, and strides in. The sweet aroma already filling the room, a scent of cinnamon, accompanied by the scent of fresh-brewed hot chocolate, loomed right in after the squirrel. "You're sweet tooth is always tingling," he said in a teasing manner. "I'm surprised you haven't bloated up, you eat so much junk food."

Ammi nudges against Flyte, getting all buddy-buddy and getting a better scent of the goods in his friend's hands. "You know I burn off just about anything I eat," he says proudly. He wraps his tail around Flyte's shoulder. "Speaking of snacks, why are you looking so yummy this evening?"

Flyte blushes sheepishly and giggles. The feminine twosome begin padding through Ammi's home, toward his room "What? Can't I look ravishing on a Friday evening? Besides, you know the manager of that donut shop can't resist a cute face. I've gotten So many discounts!"

"I guess that can't be denied. Guess you have to admit, all around, he's really nice." Ammi opens the door to his room and they both walk in, to the confines of Ammi's sanctuary. "Can I have my cinnamon rolls now?" His eyes are adamant on that white and blue box in the pretty blue squirrel's hands.

"Well, aren't we the eager one tonight." Flyte sets the box down on the desk, opening it up and, using a napkin that was provided in the package, hands his friend a cinnamon roll, and his cup of hot chocolate. Letting out an excited squee, Ammi ferociously bites down on the freshly baked bun and clasps his eyes closed, his cheeks tinging with delight as his mouth is quickly flooded with the delectable jolt of flavor. He shivers gratefully and lets out a loud moan as he ravishes that glazed roll. Giggling at the overdramatic act of enjoyment, Flyte takes a cinnamon roll of his own, savors a piece of the bun in a more delicate manner, followed by a sip of hot chocolate. "Don't choke on it now. You're gonna have to be awake to get your homework done."

Ammi groans and takes a big swallow of his heated beverage, not minding the heat much. "C'mon, it's Friday... I have all weekend to do my homework."

Flyte gives Ammi a light poke on the nose with his finger. "And by that, you mean, you're gonna procrastinate until Sunday at midnight, struggle you way through all your homework before school starts, and crash out of consciousness through every single one of your classes."

"Hey, it works, doesn't it? My grades aren't dropping, I'm clearing most of my tests, and I learn better under stress." Ammi says pertly. "C'mon, can't we just watch a movie or draw or something?"

Flyte set down his hot chocolate, and put his hand on his hip. "Well, I like to leisure as much as the next guy, but sometimes, it's best to get out of the cartoons and into the textbooks, ya know?"

At that moment, Ammi's focus seemed to have completely deviated. "Textbook... Aw crap..."

Flyte looked directly at his feline friend. "You left your books in your locker again." Ammi hesitated for a moment, staying dead silent, and takes a much less dramatized bite of his cinnamon roll, chewing slowly. Flyte facepalmed, and sighed deeply, the light bangs on the left side of his face brushed aside. "Ammilia Whitland, you are the most amazing..."

"What can I say, I do my best." Ammi's tone was braggy, as though he were proud that he left his books at school.

"Well, Ammi, since that is the case that..." Flyte stated, "If you don't want the professor to cut into you, like he tends to do every Monday, and since I happen to have MY textooks with me, you don't have much of a choice in the matter."

Ammi let out another groan, showing total reluctance. "Come on, Flyte..." Looking at Flyte's demeanor, and hearing a growl from his face, he knew there was no rejecting. "Oh, fine, we'll do the stupid homework... But can we at least have another cinnamon roll before we start?"

Flyte's demeanor made a total switch around as he rubbed Ammi's head. "You can have as many cinnamon rolls as you want. Just don't get any icing on my books."

The two friends helped themselves to another cinnamon bun whilst still downing their hot chocolate, bringing up the manager of the bakery again, and how kind he is to cuties. After finishing their treat, Flyte takes out two textbooks. There wasn't that much homework that was assigned to them over the weekend, so it shouldn't take too long. Ammi turns on some relaxing jazz instrumentals, so the assignments don't totally kill him of boredom, and grabs his notebook. They share Ammi's bed, facing the foot of the bed and cuddled up close to each other so they both can see the textbook clearly. The lamp light provided just enough illumination for the pair to clearly read the text.

The subjects were trigonometry and English. Ammi voted to take care of the trigonometry homework first, since math is a much weaker subject for him, and he thought it best to get the harder stuff out of the way first. Not objecting to that logic, Flyte opens up the trigonometry book to the assigned page, and they flip their notebooks open to a blank page, their pencils at the ready. Flyte also draws his calculator from his messenger bag, knowing it'll be a must. One by one, they worked together to solve each problem, Flyte having to guide Ammi through about half of them because there was one thing or another he didn't quite grasp. From time to time, Ammi would doff off into a daydream from lack of interest of the homework, Flyte having to bat at him with his big, fluffy tail to snap him back into focus.

With enough effort put forth, mental deviations and all, they cleared the trigonometry homework. At that time, it was almost 9 at night. Ammi sprawled his arms and tail out, sighing softly. "Geez, I thought we'd NEVER finish!" he shouted, grateful that it was finally done with. He turned on his side to face the window, gazing up at the newly night-blue shroud worn by the sky that was once painted sunset-orange. The moon took the center of the sky, with the stars bedazzling the sky with bright lights, several clouds still lingering in the sky and catching the graceful moonlight from the top, like a bowl filled with lightly glowing milk.

"Well, we would have only taken half as long if someone would have stopped drifting off to La-La Land." Flyte said with a giggle, patting his friend's side with his tail, smiling proudly that they had tackled down the assignment. "So ready to get to the English work, now?"

Ammi rolled onto his back, his arms thrown above his head and over the foot of the bed. "Right now? It's a beautiful Friday night, for gosh sake, why the hell would you wanna waste it doing more homework?" His tail coiled around himself, the tip flopping over his eyes.

"It is not wasting time, it's getting the work done early so we have the rest of the weekend to do fun stuff," Flyte responded, setting his math book and calculator into his bag, and taking out his English book. Ammi just let out another groan of reluctance, showing even less motivation than before to continue with the homework. Flyte scratched his ear and sighed. "Fine, then. It's getting late, anyways, and this one's pretty simple, even for you."

Ammi's ears dropped, and his tail moved away from his eyes at his friend's statement. "Hey, I'm only slightly simple-minded, thank you." he pointed it out, showing he wasn't annoyed by the comment by wearing a confident grin on his face.

Flyte just giggled, flipping the book open to the assigned pages, and flipping his notebook to a blank page. "Well, however simple you are, I'll stop bothering you now. But I wanna at least get this done for myself. So if you want, you can do something until I finish."

Accepting the offered break, he readjusts himself on the bed, lying on his back with his head rested on one of the pillows near the bed post, his hands behind his head and one leg crossed over the other and his long tail laid over his slim belly. He let his mind wander freely, pondering on what to do to keep himself as his company is busy in his books. Fixing his eyes on Flyte for a moment, he'd notice that he has a somewhat decent view of underneath Flyte's skirt, his pink, silk panties. That big, fluffy squirrel tail swayed busily as the owner of said tail is occupied in his tasks. Blushing softly, he giggled quietly. Slowly repositioning himself on his hands and knees, not to rock the bed too suddenly, he stealthily crawled behind Flyte, and swiftly pressed his face right under his skirt, his muzzle pressed right against the squirrel's panties.

At that instant, Flyte lets out a surprised, high-pitched squeal, his tail points out and frizzes up, and his books and bag falling off the bed and to the floor. He looks behind him with a heavy blush painted over his cheeks, and nose bone, to see a curious kitty's head stuck up his skirt. "Oh, Ammi, not again!" he exclaims softly.

Giggling louder, Ammi presses his muzzle right between Ammi's thighs and under his groin. "Oh, don't act like you don't like it~" he taunts, nuzzling right at Flyte's balls through his panties.

Flyte moaned softly and wiggles on the bed, supporting his upper body with his arms as his lower body stays pressed on Ammi's face. "Mmmmm, Ammi... s-stop... I n... need to... ahhh..." He can't get his words out properly while the pleasure is welling up in his body. It isn't too much more of the playful nudging that his arousal starts to present itself as a hard bulge in his panties. "Mmmph... you naughty..."

"I can't help it. It's your fault for looking as scrumptious as those cinnamon rolls~" he whispered whilst gripping at Flyte's thighs and lewdly pressing his muzzle onto his hard-on, feeling himself get excited in his own panties. "Take a break from the books~ Come and play with me~" He would press his tease further onto the aroused squirrel by nipping at his sensitive balls. Even while veiled by his silk undies, Flyte can feel every nibble and kiss, and the amplitude of his moans increased with his arousal.

Flyte's cock was twitching restlessly in his panties, feeling ever so constricted in the smooth threads. His body was already burning up from the tease alone. Pearls of sweat slowly trickled down his face. "Ohhh stop it, Ammi... You... You'd better stop..." Regardless what he said, Ammi just got more aggressive with his nuzzles and nibbles. Flyte grips the bed sheets in his paws, unable to keep his composure for much longer. His entire body tenses up as his panting gets faster, knowing that kitten is pressing his buttons relentlessly.

It wasn't a moment longer before Flyte felt it was time for him to shove back a little himself. Grunting loudly, he hauls his lower body up and away from Ammi, and turns around toward him. As Ammi lifts himself up slightly, Flyte quickly tackles him onto his back, his legs straddling his lower body and his shoulders pinned to the bed. Flyte looks down at Ammi with a hard blush and a deep intensity in his eyes, panting and shivering still. "T-That's enough from you..." he said sternly, struggling to get his words out clearly. "You've been teasing me endlessly this entire week... And it's driving me crazy..." Flyte whimpers softly and lowers himself onto his feline companion, feeling in desperate need to be touched. "And... I just... I-I'm... I feel like I'm... about... t-to burst..."

Ammi giggles at the squirrel's horny anguish, feeling triumphant that he got the homework away from Flyte's mind, and implanted a much more exciting interest. His cheeks are also painted red, and he's panting almost as much as Flyte. Ammi smiles softly, embracing Flyte in one arm, and touching his cheek with the other. "Awww, there there, buddy~ Why don't you just lie down, and let lil' Ammi work his magic on you? Nice and tender, just as you like~"

There was a brief moment of no words spoken, followed by a giggle from Flyte. He pressed his nose against Ammi's, and gazed deeply into his eyes. "Oh no, not this time," he said boldly. "You and your little 'magic' has made me as horny enough as is. It's only fair I take out all that built-up pressure out on you."

A much deeper blush fell onto Ammi's face when Flyte asserted dominance over him. Usually, he'd be the one to make the bigger advance and have his way with the very blue squirrel that pinned him down on his own bed. But to think, that he'd pushed his buttons so hard that he triggered the aroused creature to top him. The very thought of it got the kitty's fur on edge, and peaked his arousal in almost no time. "Oh god, do it~" he moaned, feeling almost as horny as his dominant. "Let it all out on me, Flyte... I want it so bad~"

Flyte stands up on his knees, still straddling the blushing feline underneath him, and starts to strip off his scarf, sweater and skirt, allowing Ammi some space to unzip his night gown and peel it off of his body. Both cute boys sigh sweetly as they shed their clothing, letting their feminine, curved bodies show in their natural fur, wearing only panties. Flyte lowered himself onto Ammi's groin, both of them giving a girly moan at the first touch of their bulges, both of them speaking of their sexual excitement without words. He ground his silky, pink panties against Ammi's smooth, black panties, making Ammi arch up against Flyte and grind back. They felt one another pulsating through the thin articles of female undies as they touched.

Flyte lowered his whole body onto Ammi, and kissed him deeply, his tongue quickly sliding into the feline's mouth to wrestle with his tongue. With their eyes gently closed and their body's in horny nirvana, they cooed hotly between the locked lips, stroking and fondling each other's beautifully curved body, down their slender bellies and sides, and toward their plump hips, thighs, and rumps. They could feel a steam rising from the horny aura that surrounded them and filled the room. They breathed heavily into one another in the warm bond. While they communicated by kisses, moans, and fondles, their hard cocks communicated on their own, pulsing against each other in the confines of their undies, like the hearts that raced within both cute boys' chests.

Flyte' soon broke the kiss, both he and Ammi ending with a long, groaning sigh, several glimmering threads of saliva bridging from their mouths. One by one, the threads gave way, falling onto their lips and chins. Their eyelids bloomed open slightly, looking at one another with eyes glazed over with lust. "Take them off, slutty cat~" Flyte said in a soft, yet demanding voice. Without hesitation, Ammi used the ring finger and pinky of his right hand to stretch out the side of his panties, using the thumb of the same hand to grasp the side of Flyte's panties, and slid his long striped tail through the opening of both pairs. Flyte raises his lower body slightly, and observe as the fluffy striped snake confiscates their panties, pulling them down at the same time. Once they're off their legs, he flings them to the floor.

The squirrel and cat coo softly as both of their members, matching one another in size of about six and a half inches, finally came into view, stiff as can be and throbbing, free from their thin traps. They study them moving on their own will, seeming very eager for attention. "I've warmed up long enough." Flyte said, craving much more than just kissing and rubbing.

Ammi felt the exact same way, starving for the passionate action that is to come. "Then hurry up and give it to me~"

Flyte supports himself with his hands and knees, and carefully turns around above Ammi, grasping as his thighs, his knees on each side of his face, and his groin hovering above his face, his cock pointing right at the kitty's lips, aiming to nestle in a warm, wet maw. "Open wide, kitty~" he says softly, looking back whilst he descended his lower body upon Ammi's face until the tip of his dick made contact with his lips. Ammi's lips gladly parted, inviting Flyte's cock to make itself cozy in his mouth. Flyte lowered himself further into the warm depths, his fur frizzing slightly with excitement as he felt the hot breath tickle his entire length. At the tip touched Ammi's tongue, the horny squirrel immediately gasped when a jolt of pleasure shot through him, flinchingly retreating by an inch, then proceeded deeper into the hot nest of a mouth, letting a loud, girly moan spill from his own mouth. Ammi puts his hand over Flyte's thighs, pressing down on his legs, wanting him deeper in his mouth. He moans seductively as he takes it in his maw

As soon as Flyte is balls deep into his mouth, Ammi clasps his lips around the hot meat, pressing his tongue against the sensitive head and shaft. Flyte moans out loud at the blissful sensation, arching his back and pushing himself deeper into his mouth. "Ohhhh so hot~!" he moans out. His cock throbs hard against that soft tongue, and immediately releases a big burst of precum into Ammi's mouth, squealing loudly. Ammi gladly swallowed the sweet precum, his body tinging as he tastes the sticky fluid. Ammi held tighter to Flyte's thighs, wanting more of his cock, and the sweet juices that it housed.

Flyte slowly pulls back, and pushes back into his mouth, both of them giving a soft moan, Flyte really feeling the pleasure beginning to boil inside him, and Ammi savoring the lovely taste. Flyte repeated the motion again and again, thrusting steadily into the feline's soft mouth, each motion making them both of them moan. Each thrust he gave made him feel much hotter, his clear cream softly dropping onto Ammi's tongue for him to sample, and small droplets of sweat all over his body rolling down his fur. Looking down at Ammi's cock, Flyte watched it throbs harder than before, a stream of precum oozing down the front of the shaft already. By how loudly he moaned with his mouth stuffed, and how his cock twitched uncontrollably, it was clear Ammi was enjoying it just as much as Flyte.

The cute twosome desired more, and Flyte was willing to give more. Giving one more thrust into Ammi's mouth, he pressed his groin down onto his face with his cock deep in his mouth, a long moan coming from both of them. Once he's balls deep in Ammi's mouth, Flyte spreads Ammi's legs apart. He sticks the middle finger of his right hand in his mouth, coating it in a cocoon of his saliva, and presses it against the feline's little tailhole. Ammi moans briefly from the soft touch, arching lower body and wiggling underneath Flyte. "Mmm, hold still, kitty~" Flyte said seductively, pressing down on Ammi's left thigh, and sliding his finger deep into his tight hole. Ammi moans much louder as he gets his butt pierced by the finger, and his member throbs harder in response to the penetration, showing he loved the sensation. He began to finger the kitty under him, and hump his face with his cock still buried in his mouth. The moans continued at a higher volume as the arousal intensified.

Ammi grew immensely uneasy in the intensity. He could feel his body boiling from the inside, as having his face stuffed and his ass fingered made him even more feverish. His tongue dance around Flyte's cock, tickling it all over, and his lips constantly suck it in, never wanting to let it go. Flyte's digits drove him crazy as it pressed against his prostate repeatedly, as though he were mashing a button. He would find himself growing further excited as the naughty squirrel worked his ring finger in with his middle finger, stretching out the tight pucker and pressing at his prostate with a bit more force. Clasping down on his fingers inside him, and moaning and wiggling harshly, it was certain that incredible feeling was driving Ammi up the wall. These reactions only provoked Flyte to hump and finger him faster, pressing the cat harder, just as he had pressed him. "Oh, yes, slutty kitty~ Take it~" he said through his moans, smothering down on him with his crotch.

After a while of this rougher treatment, the arousal boiling up inside Ammi started to overflow. Arching hard under the squirrel, and clasping desperately onto his thighs, Ammi squealed out as a huge burst of precum shot from his cock, striking Flyte right on his cheek and forehead. From that big spurt, Flyte could sense the heavy arousal coming from Ammi, and it felt quite contagious as it was intense. His cock pulsed harder against Ammi's tongue, showing how excited he's become, and his balls boiled like a caldron, brewing a fresh, big load of spunk; he started to thrust at Ammi's face again, his fingers still going at his rear-end like a piston on his g-spot, handling him a little rougher as his thrusts are harder and faster than previously. Ammi took everything that Flyte gave to him, every thrust inside his ass and mouth, moaning without complaint or objection to the hard thrusts.

Suddenly, Flyte stopped thrusting with his member deep inside Ammi's warm maw with a long groan. Pulling his fingers out of the slutty cat's rear, and clasping both hands down on his legs, is entire body tensed up, his tail curled in tightly, and his cock fidgeted more frantically than ever, precum flowing like a river in Ammi's mouth. They both knew it wasn't much longer until Flyte exceeded his breaking point. His long groan turned to brief, desperate yips as he slowly pulled back from Ammi's mouth. "Ohhhh.... O-Oh fuck, here it comes..." he whimpers. The final bit of his sanity melts away to pure sex drive before slamming himself relentlessly into Ammi's mouth several more times, he could take no more, and exploded into those warm cheeks with a squeal of orgasmic passion, his mouth gaping wide as the climax hits him hard. Each shot was hot and thick, and Ammi moaned deeply whilst he swallowed the thick load, some of it bursting in thin, white strands from between his lips and Flyte's cock, and onto his lips, cheeks, and chin.

Ammi keeps a tight clasp on Flyte's rod until he's completely finished, and opens his mouth when he feels him pulling up and away, his meat left softly twitching in a glistening cocoon of cum and saliva. Thick roped of cum branched between Ammi's mouth and Flyte's dick, and they both panted heavily. "G-Good kitty~" he said with a soft sigh, a bit tired from his orgasm. Even after such a huge eruption, his member stayed hard and restless.

Ammi smiled softly, and gave his cummy cock a big kiss, making him gasps softly. "Naughty boy~" Ammi said, licking his lips of the white mess on his face. Keeping his grasp on Flyte's legs, slightly wiggling and moaning, Ammi's cock pulses uncontrollably, the poor feline still as horny as can be. "Y-You've got me so on edge..." Flyte gazes down at Ammi's hard cock, giggling with delight of how excited he's become for him. He grasped the base of that hard member between his fingers and thumb, making the kitty coo softly, wiggling about as his cock fidgets eagerly between Flyte's digits. "Ahhhh... T-Too intense..." Ammi whined, shuddering as the light touch to his base triggers him to gush a hot stream of precum down his shaft, and onto Flyte's fingers.

A smirk appeared on Flyte's face. "Oh, you haven't felt intensity yet." Looming his head over Ammi's cock, Flyte let his tongue hand out and lets his saliva fall onto the throbbing shaft. Ammi fell speechless as his cock was drooled on, tickled by the wet, sticky fluid. He moaned louder and squirmed futily under that teasing squirrel. He humped up at the air, doing anything in his power to attempt to satisfy his lust. Flyte could only giggle seductively as the heat-driven cat fought. He very lightly and slowly strokes his member between the tips of his index finger and thumb.

At this point, Ammi was thrashing wildly under Flyte, his head swimming in overwhelming pleasure. He clasped tightly at Flyte's legs, moaning whiningly. His heart was pounding in his chest, just as his rod was pounding between Flyte's fingers. He lied his head down on the bed on his cheek, panting weakly. "F... Flyte, I can't take it... J-Just... let me cum, please...!"

"Let you cum? When you teased me all weak and got me all hot and bothered? You've got some nerve." Flyte stuck out his tongue again, lowering his face to Ammi's base, and very slowly licking up the hot, sensitive length. Ammi moaned helplessly, mouth gaping open and head reared back. He pleaded helplessly to Flyte, desperate for release. "Oh, no no nooo~ You're mine, now. You cum when I'm done teasing you." Flyte proceeded to slowly, very playfully lick the easily bothered meat, followed by tender kisses to the tip of Ammi's cock. Each touch to his member coated Ammi's dick in more drool, and made him moan and wiggle. His rod throbs against Flyte's tormenting tongue and lips, gushing soft bursts of precum. Every single motion Flyte pressed onto Ammi was as playful and careful as the last.

It's not very long before the tease really takes its toll on Ammi, the overwhelming arousal flooding his body and making him feel slightly dazed, the feverish feeling increasing considerably as he's relentlessly edged. His whole body begins to sweat, moans became squeals of pent-up agony, his balls ached harshly as they were overstuffed with a big, gooey load that was far overdue for release, and his member just continues to thrash in Flyte's grip. He begged for his climax with all his heart, but Flyte disregarded his desire, and continues his gentle abuse of playful smooches and licks. "Y-You... You naughty...!!" Struggling to get his words out, Ammi grips the squirrel's butt cheek in his left hand, tugging on it so his tight little hole is shown, then presses two of his fingers onto Flyte's rear entrance, and penetrates him quickly and suddenly. Flyte's tease was abruptly ceased, and his mouth gaped wide open with a loud moan. Ammi thrusted upwards into the open mouth, and groaned gratefully as Flyte's mouth closed on his cock, channeling an intense wave of pleasure through the feline's body with a heat that could make him melt in a matter of moments. Basking in that heavy pleasure, and feeling unbearably close, the desire of his first cumshot of the night to break through fueling his sex drive, he humped quickly at Flyte's warm mouth from underneath him, fingering him fast and roughly, moaning as the sensation drove him nuts.

Flyte moaned hotly as his ass was stuffed with the kitty's fingers, and his mouth stuffed with his hard member. He regained control over the feline in heat, though, pressing down on his thighs so his lower body is pinned to the bed, and pulling his mouth away with a big gasp. Ammi groaned out as his warm place was stripped from him so quickly, his dick throbbing ever so eagerly. He felt like he could finally let his thick seed go, but at the same time, the feeling just felt very shy of efficient. "Noooo... P-Please, l-let me have this...!" he begged, hoping it would be enough, trying to force his climax, but it all fell so very slightly short as all he could release was another big gush of precum. He whimpered uncontrollably as the clear magma tailed down his hard shaft, seeming to taunt him of the climax he wishes to be granted. "P-Please Flyte... I need it so badly..."

Finally, Flyte felt he had his fair share of button-pressing. He glances hungrily at Ammi's uneasy member, licking his licks in contemplation of the treat he'd soon receive. "I can tell. You're wasting so much of your yummy juices." Opening his mouth wide and lowering it onto Ammi's cock, his tongue sliding down the back of the shaft, Flyte takes it back into his piping hot cheeks, sucking it tenderly of the precum that shot from the tip. Utterly speechless than just to moan, Ammi grabbed tightly at Flyte's ass, sliding his fingers out of him to grope him closely with both his hands. Flyte closed his eyes softly, and slowly bobbed his head on Ammi's full shaft, one of his hands squeezing and fondling his balls. It only takes a moment of the tender blowjob before Ammi's hit his peak. Arching up into Flyte's mouth with a loud, horny squeal, Ammi's cock geysers a huge blast of gooey spunk into Flyte's mouth, followed by many more thick bursts. Flyte moaned in delight, his cheeks tinging with the sweet taste of Ammi's fresh sticky nut, and swallowed his cum with appreciation.

Ammi's moans died down to soft pants as his eruptions falls dormant, his body quivering weakly. His cock stayed stiff, but the release made it much more bearable for him to stand. Flyte parted his lips and lifted his head, gooey vines of cum connecting his mouth to the pulsing meat, and breaking away as his mouth parted ways with it. He turned back around over Ammi, locking gazes with him. He lowered his face to meet Ammi's, nudging him lovingly. Though appreciative, Ammi wrapped his arms tightly around Flyte, letting him know he wanted more than just a nuzzle, and kissed him deeply, quickly rolling the twosome over so Flyte is held under Ammi in the tender hold. Flyte didn't refuse the embrace; he kissed back just as deeply, and hugged him just as tight. They softly clasped their eyes closed, and cooed sweetly whilst they made out with one another, the traces of their own natural cream in their mouths titillating their taste buds as the tastes gradually merged into one lovely taste.

Ammi slowly broke the kiss with a soft sigh, looking back into Flyte, both of their faces painted with a hard, apple-red blush. "That was mean, Flyte," he whispered into his ear. "You shouldn't ever make a pussycat hold back while he's in heat."

"Then don't hold back anymore," Flyte whispered back, and lifted up his lower body slightly to where their cummy cocks touch gently, triggering a pleasured gasp from the twosome. "You have more deep inside those hot balls. I can feel it. Let all that creamy nut out~" Flyte slowly ground against Ammi's cock with his own, the couple shuddering and moaning lightly. By instinct, Ammi slowly ground back, keeping a synced rhythm with Flyte's movements. They moaned louder and held each other closer. Already, their stiff, creamy cocks pulsed vigorously against each other as they rubbed together, getting a bit sticky on their laps in the grinding session. They felt their bodies slip into a state of heavenly bliss and heated excitement, the intense embrace producing a heat that made them feel like they could melt together happily and contently.

Ammi hoisted his upper body up, sitting on his calves with his groin pressed down onto Flyte's. He trained his movements on his lower body, focusing on the frottage he shared with the horny squirrel that lied under him. In this position, a sort of slight bounce was added to the hot frottage. Flyte arched his body up at Ammi's focused grinds, letting his mouth stay wide open as he released a loud squeal. He squirmed harshly under Ammi with his eyes shut tight, gripping at the bed sheets. Ammi was certainly feeling the tension increase, as he moaned just as loud. He looked down at Flyte struggling in the incredible sensation eyes barely open. "F-Fuck... T-Too hot..." he said through his loud moans, letting his eyes drift closed. The moans filled and echoed through the room to no end, their hard cock busting precum onto each other, the gooey drops trailing down their lengths, and sweat drops trickled down their fur.

The bond they shared intensified as they frotted faster, pressing their lower bodies tightly together with their cocks and balls sandwiched firmly between them. Their arousals quickly satisfied, they moaned louder in the tight hug, their orgasms getting close to breaking through again. His eruption inching closer by the second, Ammi reaches his hand down to his member. "It's too much... I-I can't take it!" he declares, letting himself succumb to his anxiety.

Flyte quickly reacts, grabbing Ammi's wrist tightly in his hand, stopping him before he could touch himself. "NO! Don't touch it! Y-You're gonna ruin it!" he whined loudly. Along with the rest of his body, his hand was trembling terribly as it grasped the cat's wrist.

Ammi tries to fight the grip, however, there's no avail, for all he can think about is blowing his load as quickly as possible, the pressure building up driving him crazy. "Let go! P-PLEASE! I can't wait anymore!" Tears welled up in Ammi's eyes as he was denied his orgasm once again, more anxious than ever to let his dick pop off his load.

Just like Ammi, Flyte's eyes became slightly blurred behind a thin sheet of tears, the pressure really stacking on him. "Just let it happen, please! D-Don't rush it!'

It was at this point that the twosome fell out of sync in the frottage, Flyte taking big thrusts up at Ammi, and Ammi grinding down frantically onto Flyte. Flyte carefully intertwined his fingers with Ammi's fingers, keeping a tight grip on his hand. The twosome squeezed one another's hand, whimpering in horny desperation to finally hit their breaking point. It wasn't much longer until they finally fulfilled what they so desired. Their balls ached, their members held stiff, and their eyes clasped tightly closed, the small collection of tears rolling down their cheeks. With one more strong, loud moan of immeasurable pleasure, they press their cocks firmly onto each other, finally cumming together as a pair. The first spurts scattered on both their bellies as their members were still pressed hard onto each other, then they slipped away from the frottage, their dicks crossing and pointing at each other, firing shot after hot, gooey cumshot on each other's chest and belly. They let out a loud moan for every squirt they offered to each other, messing their fur in the sticky mess. All the while, their hands stay locked together by the intertwined fingers, enjoying the sexual explosion together.

Their orgasms calmed down after a short while, the big bursts of cum now a slowly flowing white stream down their members. The hardness of their cocks faded slowly along with the climax, their passion satisfied for the night. The twosome slowly opened up their eyes, their gazes bridging eye-to-eye once more, breathing slowly and heavily with their blushes still implanted in their cheeks. Ammi hastily threw himself back down upon Flyte. They hugged each other tightly again, and kissed deeply, murring and cooing in the tender embrace. The white, sticky mess on their bellies and chests smothered sloppily between the two, but they didn't mind at all. They rolled onto their sides in the tender hug, stroking one another's warm, fluffy stature with their hands, kissing for a while more, and slowly let the kiss part away, nuzzling their faces together. The feverish warmth still lingered within them, and they felt it as they rubbed cheeks and muzzles. "That was... so lovely..." Flyte said into Ammi's ear.

Ammi nodded in agreement. "See? Now aren't you glad you didn't spend the whole night in the books?"

"Oh... don't give me that." Flyte said, sticking his tongue out at Ammi.

"You aaare~" Ammi giggles and poked at Flyte's belly and sides, making him laugh and squirm. "C'mon, who was a right kitty~? Is it me? Is it meeee~?"

"Would you quit ruining the moment!" Flyte said sternly, with a chuckle in his voice, and pinned Ammi back down onto his back. They laughed aloud with one another. There was no doubt that both of them were quite content with their night together. "Goodness, can't a squirrel enjoy an afterglow peacefully?"

"You know ruining moments is what kitties like me are best at," Ammi said rather proudly with a wink.

Flyte rolled his eyes, his smile never leaving his face. "You're simply too much." As his eyes deviated, the sketchbook that belonged to Ammi caught his attention, as it's flipped to the page Ammi was recently drawing on before Flyte had arrived, probably from the rocking and bouncing of the mattress. Picking up the book, he observed the image that was sketched out, giggling as his eyes scanned over the sketch.

Ammi gasped and reached up to snatch the pad of paper away from him. "No no! D-Don't look at that!" he exclaimed, but Flyte kept the sketchbook at bay, putting his free hand on Ammi's chest, keeping him pinned down, and holding the sketchbook a big higher over him.

Flyte flipped through the pages with the thumb of the hand he held it with, noticing that nearly all of them had the same theme. "Goodness, Ammi, you certainly have a great prestidigitation with a pencil and keen sense of detail." He closed the book, and carefully crawled off of Ammi, sitting on the edge of the right edge of the bed.

Ammi lifted himself up, and sat on the same side of the bed next to Flyte. He blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed, and looking down at his fingers as they twiddled in his lap. "I only draw my best... when it's something super-vivid in my mind..."

The sight of Ammi in a bashful nature tickled Flyte. He put the sketchbook in Ammi's lap, keeping it in place with his left hand, and put his right hand under the feline's chin. Slowly, he motioned his head in his hand to face him, and the feline didn't attempt to resist the guided movement. "No need to be all blushy-blushy about it. It's really cute." Flyte smiled at him. Ammi smiled back, and nuzzled his face with his. Flyte sighed softly and nuzzled back.

They sat closer to each other, wrapping an arm and their tails around one another's back, and looked out the bedroom window together, gazing at the glimmering stars in the night sky. "It's gotten pretty late." Ammi kindly pointed out. "Aren't you needed at home?"

Flyte shook his head. "I have permission to stay here for the weekend." He cuddled up closer to Ammi. "I mean, as long as you don't mind the company~"

Ammi giggled and cuddled right back. "I wouldn't deny your company for anything." They stays cozy in each other's warm company, gazing to the night sky, and looking forward to the weekend ahead of them.