Indulgence

After a long day of physical exercise, Tibbalt was exhausted. No, exhausted was the wrong word – Tibbalt was never exhausted. He was sore. He made his way back to his palace chambers, where he knew his husband Cassim was residing at the moment. He was looking forward to seeing him again after his day off, but he definitely needed to wash himself and change clothes as he tended to sweat a lot when he trained for hours on end.

Tibbalt was immensely proud of his body and loved to show it off, so like most of the time, he was not wearing very much (definitely not the kind of ornate wardrobe you would typically expect a king to wear): Today, it was just a black tanktop and shorts. The shorts did nothing to conceal Tibbalt’s dick that swung around freely while he jogged up the stairs – It was so visible because Tibbalt usually didn't wear underwear during his training sessions. After all, he "needed the mobility", as he would often remind Cassim.

He entered the palace chambers and was greeted by Cassim, who was already there waiting for his husband after a day of council meetings.

"Hey, dear," Cassim said happily, and only then noticed that Tibbalt was drenched. Tibbalt’s tank top clung tightly to his body, and its wetness made it half transparent, leaving nothing to the imagination. Cassim’s eyes roamed his husband’s form for a moment, his gaze lingering on Tibbalt’s round pecs for a moment.

"Hi, honey," Tibbalt replied, smiling. "Man, I had a good workout. How was the council meeting? Did you manage without me?"

"They were annoying, as usual,” Cassim answered with a sigh, “But I managed. I'm glad you could take a day off, though."

Tibbalt grinned as he was walking toward him, and then gave his husband a loving kiss.

"I need to take a shower… I'm really sore!” exclaimed Tibbalt with a huff as he peeled his tank top off his back, “And after, we can go eat something, alright?"

"Hang on, it's your day off!” Cassim protested, his tail flicking behind him excitedly as he glanced at the chiseled muscles of Tibbalt’s back. “So why not indulge a little? Let's go to the royal bath together. I'll order the servants to bring us some fruit, and prepare something hot for our room to eat after bathing!"

Hearing this, Tibbalt grinned. He loved when they spent time together just having fun, wasting time.

"Sounds great, let's do that!" he replied happily. "But tell the servants to leave the bath and our room before we arrive. I want to relax and that means none of the constant ‘Everything alright, my Lord?’” He said the last thing with a mocking tone, which got a chuckle out of Cassim.

They made their way to the royal bath, Tibbalt walking in front while Cassim trailed behind him with one of the servants, giving instructions on what they wanted to eat and drink, and then for all the servants to leave this floor of the palace for tonight. To be honest, the two of them didn't use the royal bath as often as the place would have deserved it, mainly because even though it was on the same floor, it was quite a distance away from their bedchambers, which themselves already had a smaller bath. So most of the time it felt more like a detour, especially given that their bath was big in its own right. But of course it was nothing compared to the huge pool of the royal bath. It was big enough that it could likely have held a small whale! On one end, the water was shallow, so that you could lie down and be submerged while resting your head on the edge. From there it got gradually deeper, so that at the far end Cassim could barely stand on the floor of the pool with his head still above the water. And of course, the whole room was also enchanted so that the water was always warm and clean.

When Cassim was done giving the instructions, the servant hurried away to relay the order to the cooks and the remaining staff on the floor.

"What did you order for us?" Tibbalt asked curiously.

"Some wine, grapes, figs, and cheese. And a light dinner for our bedroom. It’ll still be hot when we arrive because of the enchanted plates, so we can take as much time as we want," Cassim answered. Tibbalt just smiled at him.

"Sounds lovely," he replied. They fell into a comfortable silence as they strolled to the bath. A short while later, they had arrived.

Tibbalt opened the huge wooden double doors and entered the marble chambers of the bath. The walls were painted with beautiful pictures of the Menagerie Coast. On the opposite side of the room from the entrance were large windows through which one could see the city below, as well as the beach where the sun was just starting to set over the ocean. Next to the huge pool were soft pillows and blankets, as well as a small wooden table, on which a silver tray had already been placed, holding some of the snacks they had ordered. Cassim was a little impressed with the speed of the servants and the kitchen.

"How was the meeting, anyway? You didn't say much about it," Tibbalt asked as he undressed. He started to remove his shoes and then his shorts, his massive dick swinging free between his thighs. Cassim gulped at the sight and tried to distract himself by answering.

"There wasn't much to discuss,” he said. “We did talk about the new laws we wanted to implement, and also about the new guard recruits, but the rest was just politics and I wasn't very interested."

Tibbalt nodded understandingly and made his way over to the tray to pour himself and Cassim some wine. Meanwhile, Cassim got out of his clothes and put his pants and shirt away together with Tibbalt’s things.

"I’m not fond of those meetings either," Tibbalt said as he handed Cassim a glass. He then picked up his own and made himself comfortable leaning against the wall. Cassim laid on his stomach on some of the pillows beside him. For a couple of minutes they just talked about the meeting while eating and drinking. Cassim’s tail was waving back and forth lazily and Tibbalt noticed how his husband had put a small pillow directly under his pelvis to push up his butt slightly. Tibbalt’s dick had a small twitch at the sight of the round and perked-up butt that Cassim was presenting like a delicious dessert on a tray. The twitch didn't go unnoticed by Cassim, either. Tibbalt emptied his glass and then grabbed another pillow, setting it down on the marble at the edge of the pool and then lying down in the warm water with his head resting on the pillow. A sigh of relief escaped his mouth as he got comfortable. Cassim got up and walked over, kneeling down and leaning forward until his face hovered over his husband’s.

"Enjoyed your food, dear?" he asked before giving Tibbalt a long, upside-down kiss.

Tibbalt just hummed in approval, and when Cassim was finished, he pulled his face close again to kiss him one more time instead of answering.

"Come join me in here, it’s nice!" Tibbalt said eventually. Cassim took a step back and looked down Tibbalt’s chiseled figure glistening in the shallow water. He could see Tibbalt’s thick dick resting against his thigh, and the round balls right below. His own dick twitched a little but Tibbalt didn't seem to notice, his eyes were closed and his face relaxed. As Cassim got in the shallow water beside him, he had an Idea.

"How about a little massage for the sore muscles?" he asked.

Tibbalt made a content sound and just nodded – He was a little drowsy because of the warm water combined with the wine.

"That would be very nice, I won’t lie," he replied after a moment.

"Well, turn around so I can work my paw-magic," commanded Cassim in a mischievous tone while wiggling his fingers, each equipped with a bean just like a feline paw.

Tibbalt mumbled quietly, but he did comply. Cassim got into position so that he was sitting on Tibbalt’s bubble butt, one leg to each side of his husband’s body. He then began kneading Tibbalt’s muscles, starting at the top with the shoulders. His fingers found a few tense spots and began working them loose.

"Mmmmm...yeah, right there," Tibbalt groaned, enjoying every second of the massage.

Cassim continued for a while kneading his partner’s shoulders, arms, and upper back. He took his time with those areas, making sure to appreciate Tibbalt’s bulking muscles. Then he worked his way further down the back, paying close attention to the muscles right next to the spine. Tibbalt enjoyed the massage he was getting and regularly let out satisfied groans as Cassim worked all the tension out of his muscles. The paw beans on Cassim’s hand added to the sensation as they were pleasantly warm and squishy on Tibbalt’s wet skin. Gradually, Cassim was working his way further and further down, until eventually he reached Tibbalt’s butt. Cassim couldn't help but stare for a while at the round cheeks he was about to massage. It was so disappointing how Tibbalt’s great ass almost never saw any use, and only ever with Cassim’s tongue. It seemed like such a waste… But Cassim didn't want to linger on it and started to massage Tibbalt’s lower back and buttcheeks.

“Mmmm… Yes..." Tibbalt mumbled, ostensibly in some sort of half-asleep state of perfect comfort. After a short while, Cassim’s massage of Tibbalt’s butt had turned into what could only be appropriately described as groping: His fingertips sometimes brushed over Tibbalt’s hole (deliberately of course), but either way Tibbalt seemed to enjoy the attention he was getting. Noticing this, Cassim started kneading a bit harder, occasionally running a finger along the rim of Tibbalt’s hole and pressing down. After a while he could feel his husband’s hips twitch a little, and his hole playfully tightened and relaxed every time. Cassim continued massaging him, his finger slipping further and further between the bulging muscle of Tibbal’s buttcheeks.

"You seem to like this part," Tibbalt chuckled in a teasing voice.

"How could I not like it?" Cassim said teasingly and gently smacked the round orbs of Tibbalt’s butt. “You don’t let me get handsy with your ass very often!”

He continued for a little longer, and then turned around to start working on Tibbalt’s thighs. As soon as he ran his hands along his partner’s rear thigh muscles, Tibbalt let out a long groan and spread his legs to give Cassim more room to work with. That also had the nice additional effect that Cassim could eye Tibbalt’s huge dick much better now. It was half covered by Tibbalt’s large, round balls, but it was long enough that a good chunk was visible. As Cassim massaged the sore thighs he couldn't help but start playing with Tibbalt’s balls a little, running his fingers up and down the line of hair that formed a small mohawk on them.

"You cats love to play with balls, don’t you," Tibbalt said into his pillow with a teasing voice. Cassim chuckled and retorted with a weak “Shut up!” but he didn't let the opportunity go by to pull on Tibbalt’s balls a little, which in turn got a low moan out of his husband.

"See, you like it too," Cassim purred, to which Tibbalt only snorted. He was close to dozing off.

"How about you turn around now so I can get to your front," Cassim said when he was all done.

"But… I was so comfortable…" Tibbalt said weakly, a bit sad as he had just begun to fall asleep, but he eventually pushed himself up on one side and turned over onto his back. Cassim climbed off his legs and gave him space to move. Once Tibbalt had turned over, Cassim could see that the massage had obviously had certain side effects on Tibbalt – His dick was half hard and now reached halfway down his thigh. Cassim always loved watching Tibbalt’s dick grow. It was already unusually big even when soft, but when he got hard it grew as long as Cassim’s forearm and almost as thick. He often struggled to grasp it with only one hand. That alone was a thought that turned Cassim on like crazy. He also loved the huge size and weight of Tibbalt’s low-hanging balls, each of which could comfortably fill one of his palms by itself.

"Hello? Anyone there?" Tibbalt had to repeat his call two times for Cassim to snap out of his little daydream.

"Sorry, was just a little distracted;" Cassim answered and started kneading the soles of Tibbalt’s feet. "It’s a little hard to focus, with this big distraction right in front of me."

Tibbalt just let out a laugh, knowing that Cassim loved the size of his dick. It made him extra proud to see Cassim regularly getting hypnotized by it, and it was one additional reason to not bother with underwear. Tibbalt stretched out his arms above his head and relaxed, his body on full display showing off his rippling muscles.

Cassim gradually worked his way upwards from the feet until he was massaging Tibbalt’s thighs, from the front this time. He kept a good distance between his hands and Tibbalt’s dick as he wanted to finish his massage first, before diving in the more sexual stuff. After finishing with that part of his husband’s body, Cassim straddled Tibbalt again, planting his full, round ass firmly just above Tibbalt’s dick, right where his trimmed pubes were. Tibbalt grinned at him from below in such a sensual manner that it sent a shiver of arousal down Cassim’s spine. Cassim’s rock-hard cock was pressed against his husband’s sculpted abs. He has already been hard for a while, and by now it began to ache a little, but he paid it no mind. Instead, he traced the grooves of Tibbalt’s deep v-line and abs with his paws, and after a while he went higher, to Tibbalt’s round, bulging pectorals. He started to massage the dense muscle underneath his hands. Every once in a while, his paw beans also touched Tibbalt’s nipples, which was met by a low, aroused groan.

Tibbalt could feel his half-cat husband’s hot and hard dick press against his stomach, dripping precum onto his abs. He grabbed Cassim’s Waist with one hand and held him in place with it – Not that Cassim moved that much, but he liked the warm flesh beneath his palm. Cassim continued groping him, kneading Tibbalt’s tits and nipples. His paws were soft and warm. After a little while he leant down and started kissing Tibbalt – deep, passionate kisses that went one for what felt like forever.

"...So, how was the massage?" Cassim asked after he finally broke the kiss.

"Amazing," Tibbalt replied, grabbing the back of Cassim’s head and pulling him back down for another kiss. His other hand found Cassim’s butt and startet to knead.

"Well, I have one last trump card up my sleeve,” Cassim claimed in a challenging tone, “You try to just lay still! If you move, I’ll stop right there!"

Tibbalt loved it. They often did this kind of thing, where one of them would ‘challenge’ the other in bed, and they both enjoyed that tremendously.

“Whatever you say, my king,” Tibbalt replied in a suave tone to which Cassim only chuckled – after all, they were both kings.

“You may move your hands and head, but not your legs or your hips,” added Cassim as an additional rule, to which Tibbalt had nothing to add as it gave him a lot more freedom to do stuff. Cassim, not missing a beat, turned around from his seated position on Tibbalt’s lower torso and sat down on his chest instead, turning his back to his husband’s face while facing away and towards Tibbalt’s lower body. Tibbalt watched intently as Cassim turned around and positioned himself. He wasn’t complaining – this position gave him a nice close-up view of Cassim’s ass, which was basically right in his face at this point.

‘So that's what he meant when he said I get to move my hands and head,’ Tibbalt thought to himself, his mouth watering at the sight of Cassim’s perfectly-trained hole which he knew so well.

Meanwhile Cassim positioned his knees to both sides of Tibbalt’s armpits and leant forward, his butt now directly above Tibbalt’s head and his own face right in front of Tibbalt’s dick. He took hold of the half-hard length and gave it a few strokes, the water from the pool easing the slide. Tibbalt could feel his dick grow hard from the stimulation, and his breathing quickened.

"Already excited?" Cassim asked with a teasing tone and started to plant little kisses on Tibbalt’s balls. Then he added: "I'm sure we can fix that," right before he sucked one ball in his mouth and started kneading the other with his free hand as he couldn't fit both in his mouth at the same time. Tibbalt groaned and his hand went to Cassim’s ass, his fingers searching for the tight hole, rubbing it.

"You really have no patience today," Cassim said with his mouth full. He really was going to town on his partner, his tongue was dancing all over the large balls and his hand was jerking Tibbalt’s dick to full hardness.

"I don't have any patience, ever," retorted Tibbalt breathlessly. He could feel his hips wanting to thrust, but he suppressed the urge as he had no intent of losing this challenge. His breath was coming out in gasps.

Cassim let his husband’s ball plop out of his mouth and moved his head upwards a little, his nose now pressed into the trimmed white pubes. After a second he began planting sloppy open-mouth kisses all over Tibbalt’s dick. Now at full length, it tilted to the side a little from its own sheer weight, as Cassim now had his hand wrapped only around the base of it. Tibbalt let a muttered curse slip out as Cassim continued his teasing – Obviously he was having a hard time keeping his cool in the face of what Cassim was doing.

Tibbalt meanwhile had a plan. He had two hands, and he was going make use of them. He moved his right hand to the middle of Cassim’s cheeks and traced the rim, his other hand coming down to smack the side of Cassim’s ass, which got a low moan out of him.

After planting a few kisses on Tibbalt’s dick, Cassim stopped jerking it and brought the fat tip towards his mouth. He licked the underside of the tip and gave the slit a few kisses, which caused Tibbalt to start groaning, and in turn he slipped his middle finger inside Cassim’s warm hole. Cassim moaned at the feeling and began sucking on the tip of his husband’s dick, his paws playing with his heavy, low-hanging balls. He couldn't stop himself from grinding back a little at the finger inside him, wanting more of the feeling. Tibbalt had no Idea what he wanted more, the blowjob or getting to make Cassim moan. But he was sure the challenge would not be won if he didn't do anything, and so he added a second finger. The sounds Cassim were making grew more intense, but of course they were muffled by the fat dick in his mouth. Cassim knew that if he wanted to win, he needed to step up his game, but he couldn’t resist the sensations of what was going on inside his own ass, so he pulled away for a second to enjoy riding Tibbalt’s fingers, feeling them push against his insides. He could feel the gentle stretch, his tail swishing through the air happily.

"Fuck, Cass, your hole is so greedy," Tibbalt panted and couldn't help but move his fingers a little faster.

"You are one to talk," Cassim managed to reply as he gave Tibbalt’s rock-hard dick a few pumps. Tibbalt chuckled and added a third finger. Not much of a challenge for Cassim’s trained ass, but it still felt so good, nonetheless. With how Tibbalt was moving his hand, the three fingers were stretching him nicely. At that point, Cassim realized he needed to get back in the game again, and a devious plan crossed his mind. He held Tibbalt’s dick upright with his hand at its base, and positioned his mouth directly above his tip, starting to take it in. After his mouth was filled completely (which took just about one quarter of the length of Tibbalt’s massive dick), his free hand started to play with Tibbalt’s balls.

"Gods, your mouth is amazing..!" Tibbalt managed to shout, his own face squished between Cassim’s calves, his fingers pistoning in and out of his hole, and his other hand still kneading the left one of his husband’s asscheeks. On the spot he had been spanking in certain intervals, a slight red hand print was already forming.

‘You have no idea, Tibb,’ Cassim thought to himself moments before he plunged his head down on the entirety of Tibbalt’s impressive length, throathing it all in one swift motion. Tibbalt had no words, just a loud yelp as he felt his manhood disappearing into the heat and warmth of Cassim's throat. His hand that wasn't three fingers inside of Cassim immediately found his husband’s head and tried pushing him even further down, but it was impossible as Cassim, who had no gag reflex, had already taken the whole length down his throat with ease. Either way, Tibbalt just wanted to hold him there for a second. Cassim could feel Tibbalt’s balls pulsing in his hand and knew that he was close. But Tibbalt realized just in time what was going on, and steeled himself to regain his mental composure and keep himself from being pushed over the edge. That was a close call. But he wouldn't lose. He pulled his fingers out of Cassim and got ready to up the intensity one more time, getting his head in position to start running his long tongue all over Cassim’s balls and around his hole. Cassim moaned breathlessly and started to move, still keeping Tibbalt’s dick completely down his throat. Any outsider would have been speechless at how the impressive length combined with that girth could even fit, but Cassim had a lot of experience as a sword swallower, and he had been Tibbalt’s partner for a long time, so by now all the orifices of his body were perfectly trained.

Meanwhile, Tibbalt stepped up his game to, his tongue now delving deep into Cassim’s warm hole. A sweet taste reached his tongue, which was expected as both of them naturally had magical rings that kept them constantly clean and ready to go whenever. Tibbalt’s left hand was still occasionally spanking the ever reddening left asscheek of Cassim, his handprint now clearly visible. His right hand grabbed the other side of his husband’s ass as well as that was possible given the size of it, pulling his cheeks apart to grant him deeper access to his cat-boy lover’s hole. Cassim on the other hand was steadily pulling and squeezing Tibbalt’s balls while his head worked an intense, steady rhythm up and down Tibbalt’s length. Moans and splashing sounds from the water filled the room, with neither of them being able to speak as their mouths were so heavily occupied. They could both feel their orgasm approaching rapidly, and after a particularly hard spank from Tibbalt, and a particular good pull from Cassim’s hand, they both tipped over the edge simultaneously. Cassim came all over Tibbalts chest and down his abs, shooting multiple thick streaks of cum into the water. Meanwhile Tibbalt’s cock erupted deep down inside Cassim’s throat, sending its load straight to the stomach. Cassim swallowed the copious amounts of cum eagery and even squeezed Tibbalt’s balls like fruit to get every drop out of them. After having his fill he slowly pulled off Tibbalt’s dick, which was still very hard, licking everything clean so as to not waste any cum. He turned around and sat down across Tibbalt’s hips again, his slightly gaping hole now firmly pressed against the throbbing meat. Tibbalt pulled him down for a kiss, tasting himself on Cassims tongue, and Cassim in turn tasted himself on Tibbalt’s tongue.

“Let’s take this back to the bedchamber,” Cassim whispered in-between kisses and running his tongue across the inside walls of Tibbalt’s mouth.

“No way!” groaned Tibbalt, “I can’t walk through the palace like this, I'm still rock hard!” It was true. When Tibbalt got going, coming just once was never enough. He had an almost unnatural amount of stamina, which was a great fit with Cassim, who also didn’t mind going for hours on end.

“There’s an easy solution to that problem,” purred Cassim as he guided Tibbalt’s hand back to his open hole. Tibbalt immediately plunged his fingers back in again.

“Are you sure you're prepared for that?” he asked while pistoning four fingers in and out.

“I’m always loose enough for you, dumbass,” Cassim said weakly between moans. “You know I can take you first thing in the morning, we do that often enough after all!”

Tibbalt grinned and pulled his fingers back out, much to Cassim’s frustration. “How about you ride me?” He asked teasingly. “This is all for my indulgence, you know.”

“Yeah, sure,” Cassim snorted, “But when we're back in the bedroom I'm not doing all the work!”

“Oh, don't worry. I got some ideas for what I want to do with you,” Tibbalt growled menacingly. Cassim swallowed, and leant back down to kiss Tibbalt again, his hips lifting up to get into position to put Tibbalt’s massive length inside of him once again. Just the thought of the bulge it would produce on his belly nearly made Cassim cum again. As he struggled to handle Tibbalt’s cock with just the one hand, he could feel it twitch and pulsate in his grasp. He pushed the tip up against his hole like a kiss, feeling the warmth radiating from it. Tibbalt grabbed Cassim’s waist tightly, almost straining his skin. Cassim loved to feel first-hand how strong Tibbalt was, and the sensation of being manhandled by his husband like this made him dizzy with arousal. The both seemed to hold their breath in anticipation of Tibbalt’s tip breaching Cassim’s hole and plunging into his warm flesh.

The first push in was always the most intense. The two gasped in unison as Tibbalt slid past the first ring of muscles and his tip was swallowed by Cassim's hole. His ass almost seemed to suck him in, as if trying to draw him deeper and deeper, never wanting to let go. Cassim’s hole stretched wide to accommodate the girthy tip. Tibbalt, now impatient after his first taste, tightened his grip on Cassim's hips and pushed him down. Slowly, Cassim slid lower, taking Tibbalt inch by inch, feeling the massive dick working its way into him, until a small bulge formed on his belly below his navel. As Tibbalt started rocking back and forth, the head of his dick was clearly visible through Cassim’s skin.

Cassim's tail whipped excitedly as the pleasure overwhelmed him – He felt so full, so complete with Tibbalt deep inside him, and his body needed more, it demanded more. He slowly raised his hips, a loud slurping noise accompanying the motion, and his hole didn’t want to let go of Tibbalt’s massive cock, keeping in at least the tip for good measure. Then he let himself fall again, impaling himself on that cock. His own, smaller dick was twitching wildly at the stimulation, leaking precum everywhere. Cassim continued his slow, almost teasing ride up and down Tibbalt’s cock, feeling it stretch his insides wider each time, his asscheeks slapping loudly against Tibbalt’s thighs each time he went back down.

Tibbalt looked at his cat-boy lover with starry eyes. Cassim's ears were pinned flat against his head, his eyes half-closed, his face flushed red and his tongue lolling out of his mouth, a line of drool making its way down his chin, his expression one of pure ecstasy. His eyes were locked with Tibbalt’s as he rode his cock, and the sheer intensity of his stare sent shivers of arousal down Tibbalt’s spine. Cassim did not lift his hips very much – Only about a third of the length of Tibbalt’s cock made his way in and out of his hole, just enough for the belly bulge to disappear and reappear, but the thick length pressed insistently against Cassim’s prostate with each thrust inward.

Cassim was in heaven. He had always loved how it felt to be this full, and his own cock was straining, leaking a near constant stream of precum. Tibbalt was leaking precum inside Cassim too, easing the slide and filling him with his juices. Cassim could feel his orgasm approaching, his balls tightening and his legs growing weaker. He leaned back, his hands resting on Tibbalt’s thighs as he used them for leverage, speeding up his motions, his hole sucking hungrily at the massive cock penetrating him. Tibbalt was mesmerized by the sight in front of him. The beautiful cat-boy bouncing on his cock, his whole body moving as his arms and legs flexed and his chest heaving as he panted. He always loved seeing his cock disappear inside his husband, stretching Cassim’s hole impossibly wide, and reappearing as the large bulge moving inside of his belly.

Cassim now changed position to squat on top of Tibbalt; this allowed him to move his ass up and down the whole length of Tibbalt’s cock, pulling out almost completely before dropping back down. Tibbalt’s vision got blurry for a moment as a wave of ecstasy washed over him, multiple times stronger than the second before. The slapping noises grew louder as Cassim was filled with pleasure, his insides spasming and his dick leaking profusely. Moans escaped freely from his mouth, the dick inside of him punching inward every time he let himself drop down, hitting his prostate dead-on every time. Cassim couldn't take it anymore, and his hips began moving more erratically, his cock twitching and his hole squeezing. His orgasm hit him like a wave, his ass clamping down on the intruder, his body shaking and his eyes rolling upward. While cum splattered onto Tibbalt’s abs, he simply enjoyed the glorious sight of his husband cumming untouched and the feeling of the tight walls of Cassim’s ass milking his cock.

He gave Cassim a few moments, but Tibbalt wasn't finished with him yet. He took hold of his waist again and started rhythm of fast, brutal thrusts with his hips, chasing his own orgasm. Cassim's mind was clouded, his gaze was out of focus and his mouth was open, tongue still half hanging out. He couldn't form a single thought, all he could do was let his body be used for Tibbalt’s pleasure. The slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh grew faster and faster as Tibbalt manhandled his husband, fucking him hard and fast. Cassim's overstimulated prostate was hit constantly by Tibbalt’s cock, its large head scraping along the inside walls of his hole and pushing against his deepest parts. Cassim’s own dick, which was still hard, twitched helplessly, and his belly had grown even bigger from the amount of precum Tibbalt had filled him with, and the large dick pushing inside him like a drill. The feeling of fullness and the constant assault made his eyes roll back, a second orgasm approaching fast. Tibbalt was fucking him with such fervour that his heavy balls were yanked up and down, slapping against Cassim’s butt on each thrust upward.

"Gonna... cum... Cassim...!" Tibbalt grunted through clenched teeth, his grip on his fuck toy’s waist tightening. He sped up even more, his cock pushing harder and faster than ever into Cassim's inner organs. The sound of his hips slapping against Cassim’s was almost deafening. Cassim could only moan in response as he was being used as a toy for Tibbalt’s pleasure, his mind completely hazy and his body limp while Tibbalt’s huge cock hammered against the inside of his belly like an industrial machine. Cassim couldn't hold it any longer, and his second orgasm washed over him like a wave. He let out a scream as his balls emptied, sending jets of cum high into the air, and then down all over Tibbal’s upper body. With one final thrust, Tibbalt pushed himself to the limit and came deep inside his husband. His hot cum flooded Cassim’s insides, forming an even larger bulge on his belly by the sheer amount of fluid. He kept thrusting shallowly, pumping his seed into his lover until he was satisfied completely. After what seemed like an eternity, Tibbalt finally stopped moving, letting Cassim rest on his chest, his cock still deep inside the catboy.

"You lost the challenge," Cassim said snarkily.

"Yeah, I guess so…” Tibbalt panted. “Worth it, though."

After a short while, Cassim stood up and flexed his legs a little. Copious amounts of cum immediately started dripping out from his used hole. With a flick of his wrist he made the mess disappear with his magic.

"Aww, you didn't want to keep it in?" Tibbalt asked with a disappointed pout. Cassim snorted. On a normal day, when they finished after their third round or so, Cassim would use a buttplug to keep Tibbalt’s seed inside, which aroused them both immensely. But there was no point in doing that yet.

"As I understand, we aren't finished? At least you said so, and from what it looks like he’s still ready for more, too," Cassim said, stepping on Tibbalt’s half-hard dick with his paw.

"Yeah, I have some things planned," responded Tibbalt with a devious smile as he got up. "I'm a little softer now. I should be able to hide it with a towel, so let’s head back."

They grabbed some towels from the rack and began drying their bodies off, which took a little longer than it should have, as they took a couple of breaks for deep kisses. As they each wrapped one of the large, soft blankets around their waists, Cassim couldn’t help but snort as Tibbalt’s semi-hard dick was still very visible, but at least it was a little less of an eye-catcher compared to if he had been completely hard.

"I guess that's the best I can do," Tibbalt said with a shrug and took his husband's hand. "Come on, let's go. The night is still young."

Cassim purred and let himself be dragged back from the bath to their shared bedchambers for what, in all likelihood, would be a wild, wild night.