Strings Of Fate

Chapter 25

Sanvish didn't stop purring; it deepened. The timbre slipped into something that sent a shiver up Terrence's spine. He found himself being pushed down to the rest of the pillows and sheets as a barbed tongue swiped under his chin. Sparks of pleasure burst through him, and the moan that escaped him was genuine. 

Fingers pulled his shirt up and over his head before talons and an inquisitive tongue explored his chest. Terrence's head swam in cotton as fur tickled and nails scratched. He moved with the hold, wriggling in place as Sanvish nipped at his sides. 

His choked sounds of laughter drove Sanvish on as the hybrid got braver with his movements. Terrence hooked his legs around Sanvish's hips as he slipped between them. Cat's had barbed tongues, and it felt good despite everything. The tongue traced up his collarbone, and Sanvish sucked down on the delicate skin under his ear. 

"Vish," Terrence gritted his teeth, trying to stop another heartfelt moan. 

A low purr curled around his chest, and a rub at his groin made his moan escape. His hips snapped up against Sanvish, and his toes curled. The purr turned happy, and fur pressed against his cheek as Sanvish swiped against him. 

"You smell amazing like this," Sanvish smiled down at him a little too wide, with his pupils big. He licked his lips, and Terrence's mouth turned dry. Sanvish dived down again and followed his chest down to his belt. His tongue wiped under the belt buckle, and a cold nose pressed under his belly button. 

"I'm not that desperate," Terrence hissed, unable to stop a groan. He could relax into this and let Sanvish have his fun. Terrence would enjoy it. Oh, he'd enjoy it. It had been a while, and Sanvish didn't have the same baggage as Marquez.

He could let this happen. 

Sanvish pressed upwards again and tickled a spot on his hip that had Terrence curling against Sanvish, legs tight against the hybrid. 

"Could have fooled me," Sanvish ducked down again, playing with Terrence's zipper. Terrence tensed, biting his lip again as Sanvish beamed at him promisingly. "Don't you think I can take good care of you and turn those hard, tense muscles into relaxed jelly?"

"I barely know you," Terrence tried to protest.

"Even more reason to get closer," Sanvish tilted his head and fluttered his eyes. A bit of Terrence might have worried. That was a seductive look that promised fun. If Sanvish wanted to push, he had the strength to. Instead, Sanvish stopped playing with Terrence's belt and moved higher to less intimate ground.  

"Do I have to explain to you why I don't want to have sex with you in Madame's nest?" 

Sanvish slumped onto Terrence's chest and crossed his arms, resting his head on them to pout at Terrence. His tail twitched behind his head, no longer running against Terrence's skin. "Madame wouldn't care as long as we don't get fluids on anything stainable." The words were present tense, but nothing about his body language suggested he planned to force the matter further.

Terrence relaxed his shoulders and wrapped his arms around Sanvish's waist.  "Another time."

Sanvish slumped against him, their bodies practically head to toe. Terrence relaxed, running his fingers through the purr on Sanvish's back. Sanvish rumbled happily, less of an intentional sound and more of a relaxed thing.

"Sorry," Terrence flushed, not quite embarrassed by the fact he didn't want to but happy Sanvish didn't push. 

"Don't be. You are handsome, regardless of your form. You are loved regardless too."

"I know," Terrence ignored the part of himself preening at the words. Were they a trap? Most likely. Was it a lie? That was harder to pin. "I look forward to getting to know you better. I would like to have more than one conversation with you before sex."