Page 52 of By Rude Strength

“Holy shit.” LA stroked slowly, dragging his thumb firmly across each ridge. “Cass, you’re fucking amazing.”

“Are you, uh, pleased?” Cass asked with a shy smile.

“Very fucking pleased.” LA licked his lips and focused his stroking, squeezing here and there as he tried to track what Cass liked the most.

Cass seemed to be a big fan of everything LA was doing, but he growled when LA thumbed over his slit. It immediately leaked a dribble of a clear liquid that had a gold shimmer to it.

LA slid his thumb through it, marveling as more dripped out. He used it to slick up his hand and keep jerking off Cass, working over the ridges and back up again.

“May I…?” Cass whined as he looked down between them. “May I touch you as well?”

“Yeah.” LA fumbled as he tried to unbutton his pants one-handed. “Shit, hang on.”

“Here, let me.” Cass went for the button of LA’s jeans, but it got caught in his claws and promptly popped off. “Oh no! I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. Fuck it.”

“I think it rolled under the table. Just one second—”

“Cass, I literally have your dick in my hand and I wanna come. Forget about the fucking button.” LA kissed him. “I don’t care if you rip my fucking pants off right now, okay?”

“Oh!” Cass grinned. “Really?”

“Really. Come on and—” LA gasped as Cass grabbed his jeans on either side of the fly and tore them open. The denim shredded like paper down to the seam in the crotch and LA suddenly had some hesitation about Cass giving him a handjob.

Cass went for LA’s briefs next, his claws delicately peeling them down to free LA’s hard cock. “Oh, Elly. You’re so beautiful.”

“So are you.” LA smiled, his chest heaving. “Your claws, uh…”

“Don’t worry.” Cass smiled and held up his paw. The claws retracted back into the tip of his fingers. “I will not hurt you, I promise.”

“Thank fuck.” LA groaned as Cass curled his paw around his cock to give him a firm squeeze. LA almost needed two hands to stroke Cass’s dick, following his slow pace for now. He dragged Cass back into a needy kiss, thrusting his tongue into his mouth.

Cass almost immediately sped up, jerking LA off with firm, quick pulls. His tongue slid against LA’s, his other paw squeezing LA’s hip possessively as he growled.

LA bucked into Cass’s grip and matched the new frantic rhythm, letting the warm rush of pleasure wash over him. His cock was absolutely throbbing and he was desperate for relief, trying to thrust harder into Cass’s paw.

Cass withdrew his tongue to murmur, “Easy, Elly. Don’t worry. I’m going to take such good care of you, I promise.” He withdrew his paw and urged LA to let go too.

“Mmm, wh-what?” LA panted, chasing Cass’s lips. “I was getting close.”

“Trust me. I’ve got you.” Cass smiled warmly and pressed close, curling his tail around their cocks. The end was thinenough that he could coil it a few times, creating a snug sheath that squeezed their dicks together.

“H-holy shit.” LA scrambled to brace himself against Cass’s chest.

“See? I’ve got you.” Cass touched LA’s face and kissed him sweetly. “I’m going to make you feel so very, very good.”

LA was now torn between kissing Cass and wanting to watch what his tail was doing, especially once it started moving.

Cass was able to squeeze each coil individually and create a fantastic pulsing sensation as he stroked them. The heat of Cass’s cock rubbing against LA’s added another level of pleasure, and LA let himself get swept up in it. He’d never felt anything like this, and he couldn’t get enough—Cass’s kisses, his gentle touch, and Jesus fucking Christ, all that sexy shit he was doing with his tail.

LA shuddered and moaned, pleading, “Please. Please don’t stop. Fuck, mmm, I’m right there.”

“Me too. Elly… I’m…” Cass purred urgently.

Which, of course, made his cock vibrate.

LA yowled as he came, the powerful vibrations right there against his cock driving him over the edge. His back twinged, but he ignored it, his only focus on his pulse throbbing in the head of his dick as he spilled, gasping with each delicious quiver.