Bucky Clone-ish 2

He was watching an ant working in the garden. It was on the path at the back of the house, diligently carrying some sand grains from between two paving stones. Jamie wondered if he could distract it from its toil and so he carefully put down a little cake crumb in its way.

Nope. It just walked around it with its sand grain. Deposited the grain on the side, and then wandered back. Its antennae were swaying though, so Jamie waited to see if another ant had been alerted to the presence of free tasty food.

Just then Zemo bounded up to him. This Zemo was a squirrel-hybrid, of course. He looked just like Zemo. Human sized. Human features. Big brown eyes he could just fall into. The longest chocolate brown lashes. An inquisitive tilt to his head. Long upright tufted ears, rather like Muzzy’s. Hair of a tawnier colour, but just as impeccably groomed. Powerful thigh muscles and a huge glorious tawny tail: arcing up over his head and curling back around, wide enough to fan out and frame his body. 

He was unbelievably handsome. Casually dressed in a dark three-piece suit, tan shoes, and a forest green tie with a pattern of oak leaves. Little acorn buttons on his jacket, and acorns on his pocket square.

“My Jamie,” he said, in that throaty accented voice. “Come with me to the treehouse.”

“K,” said Jamie, getting up and brushing down the front of his clothes.

Zemo linked arms with Jamie, and they strolled to the treehouse, Zemo holding his tail over them like a parasol.

“I have tea set up in the lower reception room,” said Zemo, his hand lying possessively over Jamie’s hand, where it was placed at the crook of Zemo’s elbow. He looked sideways at Jamie. “Or we could just go upstairs.”

Jamie leaned his shoulder against Zemo as they walked. “I’m not all that hungry,” he said.

“Indeed,” said Zemo. He stopped and turned to face Jamie. His tail quivered behind him. His ears flicked. He smiled that gloriously understated smile of his. His eyes glowed.

He pulled Jamie towards him and kissed him. Right there on the path. His hands moved to cradle Jamie’s head, encircle Jamie’s waist. Jamie felt Zemo’s tongue thick in his mouth. He melted against him.

Zemo finished the kiss, looked deep into Jamie’s eyes. Jamie was caught, suspended in time. His loins were on fire. He was Zemo’s pliant slave.

Before he could speak, Zemo lifted him into his arms and carried him to the treehouse. Jamie wrapped his arms around Zemo’s shoulders, let Zemo’s furry, scented tail brush against his face as they travelled.

In the bedroom, naked, Jamie sat on the bed as Zemo knelt before him and sucked his dick. With his hands on Zemo’s head, his legs wide, Zemo’s tail brushing against his hair, it wasn’t long before he was pushing into Zemo’s mouth, with Zemo watching every emotion on his face.

“Aaah, Mo,” he cried, as he ejaculated down his throat. “My Mo.”

He stilled. Took in the sight of Zemo’s mouth around his cock. Zemo’s eyes looking at him. He threaded his fingers through Zemo’s hair, moving his fingertips gently against the skin. Zemo released him, licked up his shaft. Swirled his tongue around the tip of Jamie’s softening penis, then licked back down to his balls.

Jamie lay back on the bed, arms flung out to the side, Zemo’s mouth on his balls. He sighed with pleasure. But it seemed that Zemo wasn’t finished. He sucked Jamie’s soft cock until it was hard again. Until Jamie had to rise up, curl his body over Zemo’s bobbing head, stamp his feet on the floor and thrust deep into Zemo’s mouth, releasing hot spurts of catcum, like it was being ripped out of him.

“Fuu-uuck, Zeeee-mo,” he squealed, thrusting, muscles tightening, then flopping back down onto the bed.

Zemo released him then, rising up from the floor, lifting Jamie’s legs up and out to the side, as he knelt between his thighs on the foot of the bed.

Jamie lifted his head to look upon him, and God, but he looked divine. He watched as Zemo’s cock - thick and long and blunt-headed - slipped into his arse. Felt himself being filled, being stuffed, aching with the need to have his Zemo rammed inside him upto the hilt.

And Zemo didn’t disappoint. He pulled Jamie closer by the hips, so he could sink fully into Jamie’s quivering flesh. Jamie reached for him, but Zemo grabbed his wrists and leaned forwards to hold him down as he began to move inside him. Slow at first, soft and slow, his tail shaking above them in time to his thrusts.

Then speeding up, getting faster, his powerful thighs moving his pelvis in a fast rocking rhythm. Just pulling out enough to set up a delicious force as he thrust back in. And in. 

Jamie watched the point where their bodies met, and Zemo’s cock kept disappearing into him. He looked up to find Zemo watching him, his mouth open in a half smile, his cheeks flushed. His eyes were so dark. So intense.

Jamie felt his orgasm building again. He clenched around Zemo. 

“My Jamie,” whispered Zemo. “My own.” He moved his hands from Jamie’s wrists to Jamie’s hips.

Jamie closed his eyes. Gave himself up to the overwhelming feeling of being consumed by his Mo. He couldn’t speak: only purr, growl, moan. He gripped the sheets, his talons flicking out to shred the material, as came again, pulsing out ropes of catcum between his belly and Zemo’s. 

Zemo sat back, still inside his Jamie, waited a long moment for Jamie to calm.

Zemo slipped out. Lay his long frame next to Jamie. Covered their sweating bodies with his sweetly scented tail. Some of the fuzzy hairs tickled Jamie’s forehead.

🐿️🌰🧡

Jamie woke. And missed Zemo. Missed home.

But then Lirrri threw a long warm arm over his torso. “Are you awake, Jay?” she purred, lazily. And he forgot his squirrel shenanigans in dreamland, in favour of the tiger-striped seductress by his side.

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