This is Louis. Good evening. Or good day, if you're attempting to reach me during my scheduled rest. Please leave a message, and I will get back to you once I've regained consciousness.
( The answer is obvious enough from the Cat's reactions, but Louis sounds both pleased and humble when he asks, far too modest to ever assume that his techniques might be anything close to expert. The corner of his mouth pulls up into a little smile, and he forgets his precise rhythm for a moment, pushing two fingers inside and spreading them apart merely to enjoy the fluttering and tensing of muscles around his knuckles. It's so warm inside of him, and Louis can feel that living heartbeat against his fingertips when he rubs against those slick walls, and it feels as though his cock is swelling with each passing moment. )
I welcome your feedback, of course.
( He nuzzles against the Cat's cheek, feeling a bloodless flush in his own face as his fingers make a ring for the Cat's cock to thrust into. )
I would hate to find myself bad at this, you see, should I encounter someone more critical of my skills during my time in this city. Really, I only know what I have enjoyed myself in the short time I have had to enjoy it, and of course what I have read in books...
[ The slight discordance of the rhythm delights the Cat's senses as his feline instincts try to anticipate each of Louis' precise little movements. It's a stretch he wasn't prepared for, even if it's nothing he can't handle, but it has him humming his encouragement, pressing his lips together to stop himself mewling. He's no small amount turned on by the level quality of Louis' voice, too, the way he sounds full of awe at the sensation, gratified by the compliment of Cat's approval, the way he nuzzles so sweetly at his cheek despite the filthy actions of his hands.
The Cat doesn't fail to miss the thinly veiled confession that Louis is at least interested in being the receiving party, and tucks that little revelation away for later. He'd very much like to fuck him, after all, but right now he's feeling a little too selfish to indulge him that particular fantasy. ]
Oh yeah? And what else have you— [ He gasps, rocking his hips shallowly into Louis' fist as he pushes forwards and then back onto his fingers as he falls back. ] —read in your books that you'd like to try?
[ Honestly, he could quite happily grind himself to completion here, but the weight of Louis' cock under his thighs keeps him firm on the task at hand. And so, to keep his head in the game, he reaches between them to start to unfasten his trousers as he waits for his reply. ]
( Louis, too, thinks that he could enjoy doing just this for some time; it's not unlike the way he'd felt the first time they came together like this, when his own physical pleasure had been something of an afterthought compared to his fascination with the Cat's reactions. Had the Cat not seemed so eager on finishing his work then, Louis would not have pressed the issue— not that he isn't grateful for that finish, of course. )
Oh, hmm...
( A thoughtful little sound, breaking into a gasp as the Cat's hands come betwee them to work his trousers open. His hips shift beneath the weight of the Cat's thighs straddling him, his body moving of its own accord to thrust up toward the sensation, relieved at the freedom from restriction as his trousers open and his cock is freed. He feels a flush that starts in his face and rolls throughout his entire body, the thrill of exposure and the obviousness of his weeping arousal making his blood pound fast and hard in his veins. )
I might enjoy being bound again. It's, ah, quite a common literary theme, and you did it so well and so easily last time...
( Does he sound a little too hopeful about it? His fingers twitch inside the Cat's warm body before he experimentally adds a third, and has to let out a soft groan at the tightness of him. A drop of wetness rolls down his own cock, and he tightens his fingers around the Cat's erection, wanting to rub against him and compare their hardness. )
The only trouble with that is, I do enjoy using my hands. But I would like to see more of your magic, and see all of the wondrous things that you can do with it...
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( The answer is obvious enough from the Cat's reactions, but Louis sounds both pleased and humble when he asks, far too modest to ever assume that his techniques might be anything close to expert. The corner of his mouth pulls up into a little smile, and he forgets his precise rhythm for a moment, pushing two fingers inside and spreading them apart merely to enjoy the fluttering and tensing of muscles around his knuckles. It's so warm inside of him, and Louis can feel that living heartbeat against his fingertips when he rubs against those slick walls, and it feels as though his cock is swelling with each passing moment. )
I welcome your feedback, of course.
( He nuzzles against the Cat's cheek, feeling a bloodless flush in his own face as his fingers make a ring for the Cat's cock to thrust into. )
I would hate to find myself bad at this, you see, should I encounter someone more critical of my skills during my time in this city. Really, I only know what I have enjoyed myself in the short time I have had to enjoy it, and of course what I have read in books...
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The Cat doesn't fail to miss the thinly veiled confession that Louis is at least interested in being the receiving party, and tucks that little revelation away for later. He'd very much like to fuck him, after all, but right now he's feeling a little too selfish to indulge him that particular fantasy. ]
Oh yeah? And what else have you— [ He gasps, rocking his hips shallowly into Louis' fist as he pushes forwards and then back onto his fingers as he falls back. ] —read in your books that you'd like to try?
[ Honestly, he could quite happily grind himself to completion here, but the weight of Louis' cock under his thighs keeps him firm on the task at hand. And so, to keep his head in the game, he reaches between them to start to unfasten his trousers as he waits for his reply. ]
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Oh, hmm...
( A thoughtful little sound, breaking into a gasp as the Cat's hands come betwee them to work his trousers open. His hips shift beneath the weight of the Cat's thighs straddling him, his body moving of its own accord to thrust up toward the sensation, relieved at the freedom from restriction as his trousers open and his cock is freed. He feels a flush that starts in his face and rolls throughout his entire body, the thrill of exposure and the obviousness of his weeping arousal making his blood pound fast and hard in his veins. )
I might enjoy being bound again. It's, ah, quite a common literary theme, and you did it so well and so easily last time...
( Does he sound a little too hopeful about it? His fingers twitch inside the Cat's warm body before he experimentally adds a third, and has to let out a soft groan at the tightness of him. A drop of wetness rolls down his own cock, and he tightens his fingers around the Cat's erection, wanting to rub against him and compare their hardness. )
The only trouble with that is, I do enjoy using my hands. But I would like to see more of your magic, and see all of the wondrous things that you can do with it...