Bucky Clone-ish

Jamie and Muzzy were playing by the main forest stream. It was just after noon, and they had enjoyed a late late breakfast. The sun was high, throwing dappled shadows on the ground, causing scintillating glints of light on the water. 

They had just raced through the treetops, and were now performing handstands on the large flat-topped rocks which lined the bank of the stream, legs bent casually at the knees, tails swishing as they walked on their hands.

“Oh, I meant to tell you,” said BuckyCat, not even breathless. “I did a thing with my throat on Mo last week. He liked it very much. Maybe you could try it with Bucky?”

“Throat thing? What kind of thing?” ZemoCat dropped back onto his feet, stood up straight and put his hands on his hips. Waiting.

“Sort of like a big rumbly purr, but rounder. Rrrrrrounderrrr.” BuckyCat dropped to the ground, stood up, paced a bit, thinking. He held his hands out. “I can’t really explain. Here, I’ll show you. Take your pants off.”

“Take my pants off?”

“Yeah. You’ll see what I mean in a minute.” BuckyCat grinned. “I think you’ll like it too.”

ZemoCat paused.

“Better take off everything,” said BuckyCat.

ZemoCat stripped and folded his clothes neatly, putting them safely on a flat rock away from the edge of the stream.

BuckyCat shucked out of his clothing and threw them in a heap next to ZemoCat’s pile.

“Oh. You have to be naked, too?” enquired ZemoCat.

“Well, not really, I suppose,” shrugged BuckyCat, “but it seemed rude not to. Lie down please.”

“Anywhere?”

“S’pose. Just make yourself comfortable. Do you want to use my kilt as a pillow?”

“Thank you very much, my darling. You are very thoughtful. But, no, dear one. I will use my own clothing. You may want to use yours as a pillow later.” He smirked, and rubbed BuckyCat’s shoulder as he passed him to retrieve his garments, folding them further to create a makeshift cushion.

“Here,” said BuckyCat, spying out a nice clear flat rock, warm in the sun.

“Good choice,” said ZemoCat, arranging himself on the ground. “Do I have to be on my back?”

“Nah. You can sit.” BuckyCat paced in front of ZemoCat, deciding whether to be at his side or between his legs.

He got his kilt and threw it on the ground by ZemoCat’s thigh, flopping onto his knees on it.

“Right,” he said, and reached for ZemoCat’s cock.

ZemoCat giggled and squirmed.

“Don’t,” said BuckyCat. “You’ll put me off. I’ve only done this once before.”

“It’s alright, my darling,” purred ZemoCat, placing a comforting hand on his arm. “Why don’t we just play around, and if you feel like it, you can show me. If not, no problem. We’ll have fun either way.” He smiled lovingly. “There’s no rush. No pressure. Would you prefer me to fellate you first, so you’re more relaxed?”

BuckyCat kissed him on the cheek. “I love you. You’re lovely,” he said, and ZemoCat preened. BuckyCat gazed into ZemoCat’s beautiful eyes and started to purr himself.

They gazed at each other for a long moment, getting lost in each other’s eyes; ZemoCat moving his hand up to BuckyCat’s jawline and rubbing his thumb along it, BuckyCat gently stroking ZemoCat’s dick.

ZemoCat pulled BuckyCat close for a sweet, tender kiss. He licked into BuckyCat’s mouth, moving his hand up to grasp his head.

BuckyCat sucked on his tongue, pushing into him, licking back, and they both started purring into each other’s mouths.

BuckyCat broke off the kiss and pulled away from ZemoCat. Both were breathing slightly faster, grinning, eyes dark, ears flicking.

BuckyCat moved himself into position lying between ZemoCat’s legs and took his cock in his mouth. ZemoCat sighed contentedly and squirmed slightly to get more comfortable, placing his hand on BuckyCat’s head like a benediction.

After a few wet sucks along ZemoCat’s dick, BuckyCat took it deep into the back of his throat and started purring loudly around it, building up to a reverberating vibration.

“Oh… Oh…” breathed ZemoCat heavily. He grasped BuckyCat’s head, hips snapping. “Oh, Jamie. That feels… feels…. Oh, fuck! Don’t stop!”

BuckyCat ramped up the vibration, sending it resonating through ZemoCat’s dick and scrotum and anal cavity. Rippling it along his prostate.

“Fuuuu-uuuck!” Squealed ZemoCat. “Jaaaaa-mieeeee.” 

And he was cumming buckets down BuckyCat’s throat, gripping his head as his hips snapped a tattoo, his orgasm ripping through him, clenching his buttocks and his anal tube fiercely.

When it was over, he flopped bonelessly onto the ground, eyes unfocussed, breath heaving.

BuckyCat dialled down the vibration, slowed it to a sedate baby purr, then stopped it completely, carefully releasing ZemoCat’s cock.

He gently stepped over ZemoCat’s leg, and padded up to his head, sticking his face in ZemoCat’s face. He nudged his cheek with his nose.

“Was that OK? What d’you think?”

ZemoCat opened up his eyes slowly. Focussed. Turned to BuckyCat.

Whispered “My darling… My angel…” Swallowed. “If I had my strength, I would give you such a hug.” Smiled. “That was extraordinary! Amazing!”

BuckyCat sat back on his haunches, and waited while ZemoCat got himself under control. He felt incredibly happy.

ZemoCat lifted up one arm and invited BuckyCat in for a cuddle.

They spooned up together while ZemoCat’s breathing got back to normal. ZemoCat trailing his fingers lightly up and down BuckyCat’s side, while staring vacantly at the leaves moving in the trees above.

BuckyCat gently caressing ZemoCat’s freckled belly. “I think that was more than I did with Mo,” he mused.

“Mmmmm? Possibly,” whispered ZemoCat huskily. “He is human, after all. We have to be more gentle.”

BuckyCat nodded against his chest. “I bet we don’t have to be that gentle with Bucky.”

ZemoCat nodded back. “Oh yes,” he grinned. “I think my James would love this.” His breathing was already back to normal, and his eyes had lost their unfocused look.

ZemoCat turned to BuckyCat.

“MayI try?”

“Of course,” BuckyCat replied. “I’d like to know what it feels like. If you’re ready.”

ZemoCat moved like lightning, flipping BuckyCat onto his back and stretching his body over him. He grinned lasciviously. “Oh, I’m ready. Are you?”

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