Page 78 of By Rude Strength

The resulting impression was small, smooth, and cracked on one side while the other was big and crinkly. Someone might be able to tell part of it was from a human’s hand, but LA sincerely doubted anyone would ever make sense of Cass’s.

“There.” LA grinned. “I’ll finish it up later once it’s all dry.”

“Oh! That’s nice.” Cass smiled warmly. He squeezed LA’s hand. “Would you like me to clean us up?”

“Yes, please. Unless…”

“What?”

“Do you still have paint on your ass?”

“Well, yes, I was—oh!” Cass squeaked as LA kneeled in front of him. “What are you doing?”

“Turn around.” LA smirked. “Please. It’s for art.”

“Oh dear.” Cass presented his backside to LA, which was indeed still covered in gold paint.

LA tilted the canvas to press against Cass’s butt, spreading the paint in crinkled patches around the rainbow waves. He checked his progress a few times before he was satisfied, saying cheerfully, “All done! You mayde-paint-ifyyour butt now.”

Cass turned around, pouting even as rainbow confetti fluttered everywhere and the last of the paint mess vanished. “You made that word up.”

“Yes, I did.” LA chuckled as he carefully laid the canvas over on the floor in front of the TV. “Okay, I’m putting the painting right overhere.”

Cass kept pouting. “That is not necessary.”

“Are you sure?” LA was still kneeling, and he poked Cass’s leg. “I mean, I understand that my ass is so fantastic that you were distracted—”

“Your ass is very distracting,” Cass confirmed.

“Yeah?” LA palmed Cass’s thighs. “So distracted that you came, right?”

Cass squeaked. “Well, yes, I… I didn’t mean to.”

LA leaned in close, nuzzling Cass’s groin. His fur was soft and dry. “Aw, you already cleaned up.”

“Well, yes.” Cass blinked in confusion. “I was very sticky.”

“Doesn’t seem fair, does it?” LA nosed through Cass’s fur, using his tongue to part it in search of that smooth slit. “I came twice and you only came once, and I didn’t even help you.”

Cass squeaked again. “Oh, that’s, that’s all right. You don’t have to—”

“We take turns, right?” LA smirked. “That’s what you said. So, I’m pretty sure it’s your turn now.” He found the slit and licked it firmly, sliding the tip of his tongue from one end to the other. “Come on, Cassie…”

Cass groaned softly. “But… But our food…”

“It’s fine. That’s why God gave us microwaves.” LA groaned as the slit opened and he could thrust his tongue inside, immediately finding the slick head of Cass’s cock. He lapped around it, urging it to slip out.

“I… If you, if you’re very sure.”

“Oh, so very sure.”

Cass shuddered, his cock slowly extending from his body. He didn’t seem to know what to do with his paws, his claws kneading at empty air as he gazed down at LA.

LA gently guided Cass’s paws to his hair as he licked around the head, enjoying the sweet taste of skin and slick precome. He had to open his jaw wide to fit it in his mouth, and he struggled to take on much beyond that. He stroked what he couldn’t get into his mouth, which was a lot, and he thumbed over the ridges.

Cass groaned encouragingly, a low and deep sound that sounded almost like a howl. His paws kneaded LA’s hair as he purred. “Oh, Elly. Oh, sweetheart. That, that is wonderful. I need to, I…”

LA flinched in surprise as Cass’s cock vibrated. He knew he should have expected it, but it was still strange. His entire head buzzed from the powerful sensation, but he kept sucking as hard as he could. He pushed himself until he felt the first of Cass’s ridges slide into his mouth, stroking the shaft firmly.