Muzzy’s tail, Jamie’s throat, afternoon tea
Part 1
Bucky was teaching ZemoCat how to spar in the gym. He was remarkably agile, as you would expect, and a quick learner. After only an hour or so, Bucky was sweating as much as ZemoCat and no longer pulling his punches.
In a tangled heap on the floor, Bucky had ZemoCat in a half nelson, but Muzzy just flipped up and back and successfully disentangled himself.
“Well done,” said Bucky. “You seem to have the hang of this.”
ZemoCat preened, still panting a little. “I like sparring with you, James. I know I don’t have to hold back. It’s good fun.”
“Zemo told me about your new tail abilities. If you want to, we could incorporate that next session. Invent some moves.”
“I’d like that very much, my darling. How kind of you to suggest it.” ZemoCat got up on all fours, and crawled seductively over to Bucky, hips swaying, tail swishing lazily. He rubbed his face against Bucky’s cheek, and then kissed him lightly on the mouth. Bucky was enveloped in his scent - sharp and musky. Heady.
“I could teach the new moves to Jamie.” ZemoCat licked Bucky’s neck, and nibbled at his earlobe.
“Zemo has probably taught him a few moves that he could show to you as well,” answered Bucky lazily, turning his face and tilting his head to kiss ZemoCat back.
ZemoCat’s tail wrapped around Bucky’s nearest wrist, and Bucky felt it pull. He could easily resist, but he didn’t. He marvelled at the feel of it - like steel encased in velvet. He let ZemoCat’s tail pull his hand up to ZemoCat’s face, and he pushed his fingers through ZemoCat’s hair, while pushing his tongue into ZemoCat’s mouth.
Muzzy moaned into Bucky’s mouth, sucking on his tongue. Then he pulled away, his remarkable eyes lust-darkened. He flicked his ears and smiled slowly, opening his mouth to reveal his sharp, white canines.
“Let’s get in the shower, my James. I can show you what else I can do with my tail.”
Bucky grinned devilishly. He stood and pulled Muzzy to his feet. ZemoCat let his tail unwrap from Bucky’s wrist, and it swished lazily behind him.
“Race you,” said Bucky, already sprinting off in the direction of the showers.
“As if I would run for you,” yowled Muzzy after him. But as soon as Bucky was out of sight, he pelted through the house to catch up, then slowed down to a sedate saunter when he reached the showers, holding his tail in his hand and twirling it languidly.
“What took you so long?” grinned Bucky knowingly, as he reached up over his shoulders to take off his top, bunching it up into a ball by his chest, then launching it into the laundry basket.
“Slam dunk!” he shouted exuberantly, arms held up in triumph.
“I’ll slam dunk you,” whispered Muzzy, strolling up to him to run his taloned hands over Bucky’s chest.
He dropped to his knees, pulling Bucky’s trousers and boxers down with him. Bucky was already semi-hard and Muzzy licked along his dick, taloned hands along his thighs, scratching lightly, thumbs rubbing his inner thighs. “I love the taste and smell of you,” purred ZemoCat, taking him into his mouth as Bucky hardened fully.
Bucky widened his stance and put his hands in ZemoCat’s hair, pulling roughly. ZemoCat hummed around his cock, and swallowed it all, sucking fiercely. Never once breaking eye contact. Head bobbing wetly, saliva dripping down his chin, sharp fingernails drawing blood from Bucky’s thighs.
“God, Muzz, I’m close.”
Bucky hunched into ZemoCat, gripping his hair, and spilling himself gloriously down his throat.
Muzzy released him, closed his honey-coloured eyes, swallowed lasciviously then looked up at him adoringly. He pulled off his own top and wiped his mouth. “Mmmmmm. Delicious,” he said, grinning. “Now I want to fuck you in the shower.”
He threw his top into the laundry basket on top of Bucky’s and raised his hand. Bucky took it with a smile, helped Muzzy to his feet and turned his hand palm upwards to kiss it.
He kicked out of his remaining clothes as Muzzy stripped.
Bucky turned the shower on and waited a few seconds for it to reach the right temperature. Muzzy didn’t like it cool. He stepped inside, followed by ZemoCat, who pushed him so that he was facing the wall, hands spread before him, feeling Muzzy running his hands up and down Bucky’s back and sides. Muzzy grabbed his hips and pulled him back a little, so his bum was sticking out.
As the warm water ran over them, Muzzy moulded his body to Bucky’s, hands everywhere, placing little kisses on his neck, shoulders and back. His dick was rock hard against Bucky’s arse, rubbing up and down in time to ZemoCat’s moving hands.
ZemoCat put his hands back on Bucky’s hips, and slipped the head of his cock into Bucky. Pulling Bucky’s hips backwards as he moved his own forwards, he slid his length right in and held it there, moving his hands round to Bucky’s stomach, hunching in to him.
Bucky moaned and clenched around Muzzy, pushing back.
“Wait, my Angel,” whispered ZemoCat against his shoulder blades.
Bucky held himself still, his arse gripping Muzzy’s cock, his own cock jumping with anticipation. Jumping even more, when ZemoCat’s tail snaked around his hips and wrapped itself around Bucky’s dick like a second hand. Three loops of his tail enveloped Bucky’s cock and tightened like a vice.
Bucky groaned at the sensation, looking at the length of his cock encased in tawny fur, just the tip showing, already leaking.
Muzzy licked Bucky’s back once, twice, flicked his talons out again and scratched them lightly across Bucky’s flat abdomen. Then he began to move. Thrusting slowly in and out of Bucky, at the same time stroking his dick with his tail, moving one hand to the small of Bucky’s back, and the other next to Bucky’s own on the wall.
Bucky revelled in the sensations, in the pleasure. Feeling the weight of Muzzy on his back. Feeling Muzzy thrusting in with his cock at the same time as he pulled back with his tail. Bucky felt concertinaed. But it was exquisite. He moaned loudly, pushing back, clenching against ZemoCat.
Muzzy moved his hand from Bucky’s back round to his front, whispered “My love,” in his ear, before biting down hard on his shoulder and ramping up the speed.
“Fuu-uuck Muzz,” gasped Bucky. “Fuuu-uuck. I… I… don’t think I can…“
“Yes,” crooned Muzzy, thrusting harder, gripping tighter, moving his other hand to Bucky’s shoulder. “Yes, my beloved. Cum for me.”
And Bucky spilled all over Muzzy’s tail, shuddering against ZemoCat, who stopped to ride out his orgasm thrust deep inside him, watching the white of his cum contrast artistically with Muzzy’s tawny fur, until the water from the shower washed it away.
And then ZemoCat started to move again. Slow at first, then faster and harder. Bucky felt the change in Muzzy’s heartbeat when his orgasm started to build. He clenched around his cock, pushing back for him, and felt the pleasure himself lift through him when he heard Muzzy moaning.
“James… aaah… my beautiful James.”
And Muzzy was stuttering out his own climax, his tail tightening viciously against Bucky’s dick as he spent himself.
Muzzy rested his head on Bucky’s back. His talons retreated. His tail loosened its vice-like grip and released Bucky’s softening dick. His breath returned to normal and he slipped out of Bucky, running his hands lightly down his back.
“Mmmm. Wonderful,” said Muzzy, turning to place his back against Bucky’s and lying against him, letting the warm water cascade over his front.
Bucky moved his hands from the wall and straightened up, running his hands through his hair, tilting his face up to the running water.
Muzzy reached for the soap and shower sponge, lathering it up, before turning to gently start to wash Bucky’s back. Bucky turned into his arms and kissed the top of his head, letting Muzzy clean him, before taking the sponge, applying more soap, and washing Muzzy in turn.
*
Part 2
Meanwhile, Zemo and BuckyCat were reading in the library. Zemo on a wide comfortable armchair with a carafe of coffee on a side table, BuckyCat slouching on the window seat in a pool of morning sunlight.
BuckyCat closed his book with a snap, and Zemo smiled, picking up his bookmark and placing it between the pages. He uncrossed his legs. He waited. BuckyCat got up and stretched luxuriously in the sunshine, his top riding up to show his tummy. He left his book on the window seat and wandered aimlessly around the bookshelves, running his fingers along the spines of some of the books in the History section. That was his current obsession, and he was rapidly getting through Zemo’s collection.
He wandered behind Zemo and sighed, running his hand along Zemo’s shoulder. Zemo lifted his hand to him, and BuckyCat held it, moving round to the front to place one leg either side of Zemo’s thigh. He squeezed gently.
“Oh. Have you finished your chapter, too?” he asked, innocently.
Zemo reached for BuckyCat’s other hand, and brought them both to his lips to kiss.
“I have, my darling. Do you wish to continue, or are you ready to do something else?”
“Something else,” purred BuckyCat, ears flicking, eyes wide and blue as the sky outside. He pulled his hands from Zemo, and flicked out the talons. He leaned forwards, hands on the armrests, to kiss Zemo gently on the lips, cheek, eyelids, forehead. Then he straddled him, sat on his lap and ripped open Zemo’s shirt, buttons flying everywhere.
Zemo laughed and threw his head back, arms out to the side, lying on the armrests. He looked mischievously at BuckyCat, his eyes twinkling. He took one of BuckyCat’s hands, turning it, marvelling at the talons. “My heart, my darling, do you have to shred every item of clothing that I own? I am not made of money! Oh, wait! Yes, I am!” he said, releasing the hand. “Shred everything, dear one. Shred it all.”
BuckyCat grinned a feral grin and in no time at all, he had reduced all their clothes to rags on the floor. He may have scratched Zemo a little in the process, but Zemo found he liked that.
Rising, Zemo lead BuckyCat over to the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. They turned to face each other, caressing skin, kissing, hands in each other’s hair, mouths open, tongues questing.
BuckyCat pushed Zemo down to the floor, and flowed on top of him. He scooched down in between Zemo’s legs and began to lap at his genitals. Zemo brought his knees up, planting his feet on either side of BuckyCat and pushing his hands through BuckyCat’s hair.
BuckyCat took Zemo into his mouth and began to suck lovingly, eyes fluttering closed. Zemo pushed gently against him, feeling BuckyCat’s ears flicking against his hands in time to BuckyCat’s suckling mouth.
Zemo’s breath got faster as he felt his orgasm building. BuckyCat started to make little moaning sounds around his cock and opened up his glorious eyes to watch Zemo come undone, because of him.
Now Zemo’s eyes fluttered closed as he spilled himself down BuckyCat’s throat, bucking his hips and grasping BuckyCat’s head. “Aaaah… my Jamie. My One.”
BuckyCat purred loudly around Zemo’s cock, setting up a neat vibration that Zemo hadn’t experienced before. “Jamie. Oh, Jamie. That feels extraordinary. Don’t stop.”
And BuckyCat had no intention of stopping. Vibrating his throat around Zemo’s dick until it began to resonate in his balls and anus. All through his pelvic cavity. Hitting his prostate.
“Fuuu-uuck! Jamie!” Zemo almost squealed out his name. The vibrations were intense. BuckyCat increased the frequency, simultaneously scratching his talons over Zemo’s bum. And Zemo was climaxing again, jack-knifing into Jamie’s mouth, and clenching his anal tube fiercely.
It took a while for Zemo to calm down. Jamie stopped his throat vibrations and released Zemo’s cock, spending some time licking him clean, while listening for Zemo’s heartbeat to return to normal.
Zemo pulled him up to lie along his stomach, his knees flopping out to the sides.
“My Angel,” he whispered huskily, pupils huge. “When did you discover you could do that?”
BuckyCat gazed at him adoringly and started purring deep in his chest. “Just now. I only just thought of it.”
“You are magnificent. Exceptional.” Zemo wrapped his arms around BuckyCat and hugged him tightly. He let his head drop back to the floor.
“Haven’t finished yet,” said BuckyCat, rubbing his face against Zemo’s chest, wiggling his torso.
“Oh, yes?” murmured Zemo, lifting his head back up to gaze at BuckyCat with those warm chocolate-flecked topaz eyes. “I’m yours to command.”
“Good!” said BuckyCat, stretching his body over Zemo’s, holding Zemo’s hands above his head by the wrists and slipping his rock hard cock into Zemo’s hole.
“Aaaa… my love, my Jamie. Fuck me.”
BuckyCat just grinned silently, showing his sharp, white teeth, and started to move slowly.
Slowly, filling Zemo, his love, his lover; thrusting into him while watching his face react. Watching his mouth part slightly, his pupils dilate, his cheeks redden, those beautiful little moles stand out as his skin flushed. Feeling his breath hitching, waiting for those delicious little moans from Zemo’s mouth. Fuck, he could do this for hours.
But all too soon, Zemo was gripping him internally, bucking underneath him, and spilling hot creamy cum between their bodies. And BuckyCat was lost. Drowning in Zemo. Thrusting hard and fast, and spilling vast amounts of thick catcum into him.
He released Zemo’s wrists, and flopped onto his chest. Zemo wrapped his arms around him, running his fingers lightly up and down his back. Zemo kissed his hair, murmuring something, but BuckyCat couldn’t quite catch the words, only the meaning, the affection, the love.
As they both calmed down, BuckyCat slipped out of Zemo and rolled off him onto the side. Zemo turned to snuggle up against his back, rubbing his bristly cheek against BuckyCat’s shoulders, and throwing an arm over his waist.
BuckyCat took the arm and wrapped it around himself, held it to his chest. “My Mo,” he said sleepily.
“Your Mo,” whispered Zemo into his neck. And then, “My Jamie.”
“Your Jamie,” murmured BuckyCat with intense satisfaction.
*
Part 3
Later that afternoon, Zemo waltzed into the lounge from the library, shirtsleeves rolled up, tie forgotten. Bucky was just finishing putting out High Tea on the coffee table in front of the sofa. He always thought Zemo danced through life. Walking, talking, touching things - he mesmerised.
“Best beloved, where are Jamie and Muzzy?” Zemo asked, stroking his hand up Bucky’s back and reaching around him to snaffle a yellow French fancy.
“Out back,” said Bucky, putting the jars of jam and clotted cream in the middle of the table. He straightened, turned to face Zemo and shrugged. “Last time I looked, they were either chasing butterflies in the garden or squirrels in the orchard.”
“I would speak with them. I have just finalised the plans for a little retreat in the woods. We are all set to go at the end of the week.” Zemo smiled at Bucky, eyes warm and inviting, his hands moving up Bucky’s arms to rest on his shoulders.
Bucky leaned in for a kiss, placing his hands around Zemo’s waist to pull him closer. Zemo moved his hands up to Bucky’s hair and slid his tongue in his mouth.
Bucky heard movement from the back of the house, but didn’t let it disturb this perfect moment. He kissed Zemo slowly, drinking in the taste of him, moving his hands to the small of Zemo’s back to press him into his abdomen.
BuckyCat and ZemoCat came strolling in from the back garden, hair disheveled, tails entwined.
They were barefoot and bare-chested. Stalking into the house with the sun behind them, giving them an aura like they were in some kind of Hollywood blockbuster. Eyes shining. Teeth white and sharp. The tufts of ZemoCat’s ears looked like they were on fire.
BuckyCat was wearing low-slung frayed cut-off denim jeans, ZemoCat was wearing a knee-length charcoal-black kilt with a wide black belt. They were leaving a trail of muddy footprints behind them.
They headed straight to the kitchen and raided the fridge, standing in front of the open fridge door, laughing and joking, a pint of milk in one hand, and a boneless chicken breast in the other, feasting, blood and milk running down their chins. You’d think they hadn’t eaten in days.
Zemo broke off the kiss with a contented sigh, smiling winningly at Bucky. “They sound happy, don’t they? It pleases me.”
Bucky nodded, kissed him on the nose and shouted through the house to them. “Boys, c’m’ere. We have news.”
“Inna min. We’re eeeeating,” came the singsong reply.
“Take your time, loves,” whispered Zemo, in that low husky voice of his that carried all the way to the kitchen, and made Bucky go weak. “But we have Victoria sponge cake, and High Tea in here.”
Bucky grinned over at Zemo and held up three fingers. He folded down one.
The ‘Cats put the almost empty milk bottles back in the fridge and slammed the door shut.
Bucky folded down a second finger.
Jamie and Muzz wiped their faces on a nearby teatowel and shook out their hair. They pelted into the lounge just as Bucky folded down his third finger. He grinned over at Zemo again and plonked himself down on the couch, placing his arm over the back, legs sprawling open.
Zemo perched himself on the sofa next to Bucky, crossed his long legs and smoothed down the crease in the fold of his dark blue suit trousers.
The boys flopped cross-legged onto the carpet in front of the coffee table. It was laden with cakes, scones, finger sandwiches, macaroons, vol au vents, chilled tropical fruit juice, and a jug of iced tea.
They pounced on the food, looking up at Zemo and Bucky with mouths and hands already full.
Both Bucky and Zemo loved to see their healthy appetites. They wolfed down almost as much food as Bucky himself. Zemo didn’t eat as much as they, so Bucky swooped in and made sure to put at least one of everything on a plate, which he put in front of Zemo with a grin. Zemo placed a hand on top of his, lowering his lashes. “Thank you, my love.”
Bucky shrugged, made a little half-grin, and then piled up a plate for himself. Too late, he noticed that all the macarons had gone. Jamie and Muzzy grinned sheepishly, mouths full, eyes shining. “Too slow,” said Jamie, affectionately, popping a salmon vol au vent in his already full mouth.
“Well, my angels,” said Zemo, clapping his hands together. “I hope you have nothing planned for the next few weeks. I have just found us a little holiday cabin in the woods. We’re going down there on Friday.”
“That sounds great, Mo,” said BuckyCat around a mouthful of cucumber sandwich.
“What should we bring?” asked ZemoCat.
“No need to bring anything, Dear Heart,” answered Zemo, leaning forward to cut open a scone, and slather it with cream and jam. “There is a full new wardrobe waiting for you already there and a trail bike for each of us.” He smiled at them and bit into his scone.
“Yippee,” exclaimed BuckyCat, nudging ZemoCat with his shoulder. “I‘ve never used a trail bike.”
“Nor I,” said ZemoCat. “I am already looking forward to it.” And he snaffled the last crumpet.
“Oi!” exclaimed BuckyCat, looking crestfallen.
ZemoCat grinned sheepishly, and split it in half with him.
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