Late Night

Just like that, there I was again, lying awake and staring at the mirror.  No
loud noises to wake me up, no motion from Louis, just eyes open and ready to
go.  I blinked a couple of times and studied my reflection.  I didn't even
look tired, much less feel it.  My eyes flitted up to the clock, which showed
3:00.  I couldn't help but sigh with quiet frustration.  I buried my face in
my pillow, as if shutting out the light from the digital reminder would
instantly bring me back to my dreams.

This had been a problem during my childhood, so I wasn't entirely unused to
it.  My doctor at the time had told me that a cat's natural sleep cycle
doesn't sync up with the sleep cycle of humans, which had become the standard
in the past hundred years.  He had told me that as time went on most furs (he
had used the politically correct term "alternate species persons" which I
hate) adapt as they get older, but in my case it persisted.  At first it
wasn't so bad, but as I got older and went to college, at the time when I
really needed my natural rhythm to sync up with normal business hours, it just
stayed the same.  Now at the age of 22, it was finally becoming enough of a
problem that I was considering taking those pills that my new doctor had
talked about.

When sitting in the dark feeling sorry for myself didn't solve the problem, I
turned to Louis.  When we had gone to bed, he had his arms around me, but he
was a very heavy sleeper and he had fallen onto his back as the night had gone
on.  His peaceful face made me smile.  Even in the dark, my natural
night-vision allowed me to see every contour, every detail of him: his brown,
medium-length hair, slightly ruffled as it always is when he sleeps; the way
his nose curved just a little bit to the left which he hated but I always
thought was rather cute; his soft lips parted slightly as he snored, just like
he always does before he offers me a kiss.

I gently ran my hand over his toned chest as it rose and fell.  Louis has
always been a sweetheart, sleeping without the covers because he knew they
were too hot for my fur.  Humans are everywhere on a college campus, and it's
not always easy to find someone who takes the time to understand the unique
challenges that furs face.  I thought about the day we met, when I was shy and
a little frightened at the new environment.  He was a sophomore then, and we
met outside of the auditorium after orientation.  He said that he didn't
remember it, but he had let me borrow his cell phone so I could call my mom.

As my paw ran over his abs, I saw a little smile appear on his face.  My tail
twitched instinctively.  He has such a beautiful smile.  My ears perked up as
I wondered what kind of dream he was having, and my eyes fell down to his
crotch.  The black boxer-briefs he wore weren't enough to hide his obvious
bulge.  I chuckled, starting to feel cold air as my own exposed dick hardened.
'He's such a tease,' I thought as I carefully lifted his waistband, 'wearing
these while I'm sleeping naked.'

A little moonlight entered through the blinds as I peeked at his length, and
gently danced against the ridges of his foreskin.  This is something I've
always loved about Louis that he's always been shy about.  Mine only
half-covers me when I'm hard, but his still has overhang.  How I love playing
with it.  Without any thought on my part, my free hand started to stroke me,
and my mind filled with thoughts about all of the things we've done together.
Unable to resist, I carefully pulled his underwear down and hooked it under
his balls, and I gazed at his full hard length as I played with myself.

'He's so beautiful,' I thought, my heartbeat beginning to quicken.
'Everything about him is simply perfect: His athletic build, his perfect
shave, his size...'

I ask you, what would you have done?

I reached my hand over and gently ran my fingers along his shaft, watching his
dick shift a little under the weight of my hand as he hummed slightly.
I looked up at his face to make sure he was still asleep before wrapping my
fingers around his tip and gently stroking him up and down, each pump
revealing half of his glans as it gently glistened in the moonlight like a new
coin.  His hips shifted and a moan escaped his lips as I pleasured him, the
fan blowing cool air on his length.  I couldn't help but chuckle as the smile
on his face widened.  He must be having a very good dream now, I thought.
I wonder if I can make it better.

Slowly, carefully, I stepped off of the bed and settled myself between his
legs.  One of the many advantages of a gay cat, Louis had often joked, was
their natural grace of movement.  I was able to lie before him and tuck each
of his thighs under my armpits, propping myself up on them, and return to
stroking him with only minimal creaks on the bed.  After once again glancing
up to make sure he was still dreaming, I leaned down and gently licked one of
his balls.

Louis loves my tongue.  I wasn't the first man he's ever been licked by, but I
was the first who could give him that rough texture with every lap and it
drives him absolutely mad.  His testicle rose and bounced back down as I
attended it, the pace of my strokes quickening as my excitement continued.
I took his ball in my mouth and sucked on it ever so gently.  The other cats
on campus were far too fluffy down there to give oral attention to their sack,
and I loved how Louis's tasted much better.  I could feel the muscles in his
legs shift against my arms and chest as his toes splayed out behind me.  He's
so cute when he does that.

A line of pre trailed down from his tip and ran down his shaft between my
eyes.  I couldn't help but chuckle again as it landed on my nose.  My senses
were already consumed by his musk, and the slippery substance wasn't helping
at all.  Gently shifting my weight forward, I ran that finely barbed tongue up
his shaft, lapping up the little trail.  He moaned again, his head falling to
one side as his legs shifted again.  I myself could feel a purr brewing in my
chest.  Oh, his taste!  Oh, his smell!  Louis's shaft is much nicer than a
cat's: no barbs that make sex painful, only a beautiful and welcoming length.

I kept licking him like that for a while, my hand having come off of his shaft
and now stroking me.  Louis wasn't a sportsman, but he did work out, and
especially during the humid summer months he tasted of sweat and man.
I gently teased the overhang of his skin with my tongue for a bit.  I would
have loved to run my tongue under his skin and work his sensitive glans, but
that would have woken him up for sure.  No, I thought, my tail swishing gently
behind me, I'll save that for after class.

Gently, ever so gently, I kissed his tip before I began to suck on his skin.
He moaned again, and his hips instinctively rose, pushing his glans into my
mouth.  I purred slightly, the vibration against his legs only serving to
encourage him.  He was very hard now, a gentle and consistent stream of pre
escaping him.  He was eager, but as I flicked my eyes back up again he was
still very much asleep.  Closing my eyes, I parted my lips and took his whole
tip, filling my mouth quickly with his girth.  My purring intensified slightly
as my tongue pressed against his member, vibrating it gently.  Finally unable
to hold back, I began to suck, a quiet moan escaping me each time I opened my
mouth to accept more of him in.

As I bobbed up and down on his length, he started to shift around a lot more,
one of his hands falling on his breast and his legs shifting as his toes
splayed open and closed again.  My own dick was now leaking pre onto the
bedsheets, but finally I managed to remove my hand from it and return it to
his, stroking up and down gently.  I love to feel his foreskin roll back
against my ridged tongue as I'm sucking him.  He moaned again, louder this
time, and I chuckled quietly to myself.  This is his favorite trick, or so he
says; a sensation that no human can match.

I shifted my weight slightly and finally managed to get the angle right so I
could deep-throat him.  No need for hands anymore.  It took me months to
practice this move, and it worked like a charm.  I felt his balls against my
chin for just a moment, my purrs running through his member like the rumbles
in a railroad track before I pulled up again.  I paused for a breath for just
a second before moving back down, feeling his thick tip push against the back
of my throat for a moment before I shifted again and accepted him in.  When he
had told me this was a talent some guys could acquire I never believed him,
but I knew when he first showed me his dick that I had to learn it.  Oh, how
he tasted in my mouth.

He moaned loudly and his hips pushed up against me, eliciting a muffled "mew"
from me.  He did that sometimes, but normally he gives me warning and it
caught me off-guard.  Then as his dick pulsed against my lips I realized what
was happening: he was cumming in my throat.  My purring intensified and I just
held him there, my tongue running gently against his cock as his aftertaste
filled me.  My tail was now swishing back and forth furiously.  I couldn't
help myself; it tasted simply amazing.

As he finished in my mouth and began to go soft, I held him there for a while.
Normally Louis loves to cum on my face, but I had gone to so much trouble not
to wake him I thought it would be more fun if I didn't leave any to dribble:
It would spoil the fun.  Gently, ever so gently, I sucked the last drops from
his softie before pulling off and nuzzling him gently.  Slowly and carefully I
returned to my spot beside him in bed, my own member pulsing and begging for
attention.  As I lay down, I stroked myself and once again gazed at his
beautiful face.  His smile had gone very wide.  He really is so beautiful.

Finally I finished myself and wiped my dick off on my belly fur; cleanup can
wait until morning, I thought.  As I slowly drifted off to sleep I felt a hand
gently brush my ear, and a voice sleepily coo "good kitty."

 ~~~

Just like that, there I was again, sitting at the counter in our little
kitchen waiting for the coffee to finish brewing.  My fur was messed up, my
ears were drooping, and my tail was just lazily hanging between my legs.
I hate Mondays.  I yawned and stretched, the YouTube video playing on my phone
doing very little to cheer me up, and for the fifteenth time this semester
promised to buy one of those coffee makers with a timer so I wouldn't have to
wait like this.

Louis emerged from the bedroom with a stretch and a yawn.  9:15, regular as
clockwork.  I envied his internal clock; he was already ready to go, jeans and
a tee shirt and a fresh comb.  He tousled my head as he passed by me to get to
the refrigerator and cook up some eggs.  "Good morning, kitty," he said.
"G'morning," I said politely as I poured the life-saving beverage into my mug.

He wrapped his arms around me gently, as he always did while he waited for his
frying pan to heat up, and ran his fingers through my fur, giving me a little
kiss on the neck.  Furs aren't required to wear shirts on campus because of
their natural warmth, something that Louis took advantage of any time he was
near me.  I could feel his breath on my ear as he gently whispered, "Did you
have a good night?"

That memory perked me up better than the coffee did, and I could feel my tail
twitch slightly as I said "yes, I did."

"I had a dream about you, you know."

"Oh, did you?"  I could feel the smile widen on my face.

"Did you suck me off while I was sleeping, kitty?"

This startled me so much I almost knocked over my mug.  "Wh-what gave you that
idea?"

"A few things.  There was no mess, but I was sure that I could feel myself
cumming.  I woke up at around four and my dick was wet, and you had cum all
over yourself."  As he said this, his hand went down the back of my shorts and
firmly grasped my right bum cheek.  I gulped and mewed slightly.  He was so
dominant.

"Samuel Edward Bastion, you've been a very naughty kitty."  I couldn't help
but nod in agreement.  The way he spoke has such an effect on me.  "What shall
we do about that?"

I mewed slightly.  He was speaking into my neck now, teasing me with a kiss
that never came.  My back arched against him as his hand moved over my breast,
grasping it.  When he touches me like that I can't speak.

"We'll just have to think of something after class today, shall we?"
I felt, rather than saw, his smile.  That bastard.  Now I was going to be hard
with anticipation all day.  He gave my nipple a quick squeeze before releasing
me to cook his morning eggs.  "Sausage today?" he asked, as casual as could
be.  I love that man, but damn if he isn't torture to live with at times.

Eight hours later, I found out what his surprise would be: It was that day
that he proposed to me, after four years of living together and two of
actually dating.  I thought I would faint.