I Am Not Your Master; I'm Your Partner Book Three

Joy, Pure and Simple

Dan didn't stop kissing, even as he shifted his weight around to place his knees on the outside of Phil's long legs. He pushed eagerly into his husband's mouth and pushed his chest forward to pin Phil to the sleek, white headboard.

"Baby," Phil mouthed around him, blindly grasping at the dark cotton shorts that covered Dan's hips. It was a pleasant, but not entirely unexpected, surprise.

Dan's emotions sometimes exceeded the confines of his physical body. Phil knew that this was happiness, but it was also gratitude. When overcome with intense emotions, such as these, Dan would become very quiet before plunging into a passionate display of affection. He liked to channel his emotions into his lovemaking; Phil was pleased to be his benefactor. The more intense the emotion, the more intense the heat between them.

And heat it was that Phil felt against his chest, against his bare belly, and across his lap. Dan moved hotly and fluidly over him, fully prepared to leave no emotion unexpressed.

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There were times that transcended the well-known pleasures of sex, and this was one of them. The connection between husbands was so intense that it seemed they had truly become one entity. Energetically speaking, there were no lines.

They held each other as Dan moved over Phil. They raised the energy between them and closed the gap entirely, which created a wonderful, heated vibration to penetrate deeply into all the places their skin met. The sides of their faces rubbed together as Dan moved up and down, and then forward and back into Phil, taking him as deeply as his physical body would allow.

"Daddy," he whispered raggedly as his swollen lips dragged across the dampened skin of Phil's temple.

Phil hummed back, unable to articulate anything more. He opened his eyes for a moment and let them flutter closed again. In that moment, he had seen Dan's pale skin flash hotly in the low light of the bedroom.

They hadn't bothered to turn off the lights on Phil's side of the bed, nor had they stopped to turn down the bedsheets. They moved feverishly atop them, pushing them into warm, wrinkled clumps with their knees, hands, and feet.

Dan's kisses were everywhere, as were his hands. They were in Phil's hair, against the headboard, and on his husband's glistening chest. They reached, and they grabbed, tugging at fistfuls of heated flesh. His tail, fuller and silkier than it had ever been on account of pregnancy, raised to allow Phil full access, so much so that it brushed upward against his own back and tickled him between two working shoulder blades.

The still-smallish, but rather obvious roundness of Dan's abdomen did not impede their lovemaking. In fact, Phil quite liked the way it felt pressed up against his own. The new pressure it afforded made his own insides swirl with the excitement of its novelty. He marveled at the way his husband moved despite the life unfolding inside of him. He found it supremely erotic, and it caused his orgasm to lurch forward a bit more.

"Dan," he gasped, suddenly clutching the Neko's bare sides, "you're so...mmm," and he felt the breath escape him again. His body was on fire. Phil shook, and his muscles started to tighten. His cock was painfully hard and dripping with Dan's warm, honey-colored slick.

Dan purred into his ear as he gripped the back of his neck and pulled forward. He purred and moaned and let his wet lips rub and roam without restriction. It was all coming forth: every intense emotion Dan couldn't yet identify or describe. It all came forward and hit them like a tsunami. Their bodies heaved and crashed together, and Dan's head rolled around on his shoulders as he pressed his fingers into the tender flesh of his husband's neck. He fell forward and slumped satisfactorily against Phil's still-trembling and sweaty form.