That Time I Brought A Boy Home

The slow pace didn’t help the quick built that was overtaking his whole body. The evidence was more than obvious as he pressed needlying into her kiss and he held her tightly against his form. His skin burned there, their fur mingled and trailed all the way down his belly. Their actions were slow, but every small movement was laced with need. Murmurs of desire fell from their lips as Bowen pulled away from him, gasping for breath as he did while his paw grabbed her caramel marked hip. The sounds he made her utter urged him on further, ”I.. Need you, Bowen.” He returned to her softly, speaking the truth to her as she pulled away. Bowen pulled him up from the mattress he followed without hesitation.

Despite this being an affliction, a terrible curse that Bowen was forced to live with, her need for him made the boy grin. This was no forced encounter though, she wanted him, and the last thing he felt was used. He was helping her, but that didn’t alleviate the nagging feeling of guilt. Of course it couldn’t overwhelm the feeling of desire. Not when Bowen fitted herself against him.

Her actions were blatant in her desire, the boy needed direction and Bowen would beg now for him to help her. There was no question what to do, and again Haiku found his actions clumsy. He nuzzled into he neck as his hips acted as though on their own accord. Bowen moved against him, helping guide his actions until they were moving together. Haiku lost his breath as he pressed into her, the sensations removing everything from his mind but the girl beneath him.