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Hush, baby, I need to focus, Cumulus says sweetly, calmly turning a page in the huge, old-as-balls book she has balanced on her knees. Swiss squeaks out an apologetic sound, his head dropping back against the couch and his teeth sinking into his lip. He's dizzy with the effort required to swallow his whimper as she shifts in his lap, thighs briefly tightening around his cock. She doesn't even seem to notice, busy skimming one finger across the ancient page, while Swiss fights for his life to keep from fucking up between her thighs. His dick twitches just from the thought of it, which he can't even control, so he thinks the stern glance she gives him is unfair and he plans to lodge a formal complaint about this later.
Right now, though, he sinks his claws into the unsuspecting couch cushions on either side of him and picks his head back up, because having nothing but the ceiling or the backs of his eyelids to focus on was only enhancing the rest of his senses. He tries to read over her shoulder, but Cumulus is flipping the page already, shifting her weight just slightly enough that it could be an accident. He knows it's not. A wave of heat washes over him at the thought, settling in the pit of his stomach and it makes him want to lean against the soft exposed skin of her back.
There's quite a lot of exposed skin, actually, as Cumulus isn't wearing much at all: just a pair of black-edged panties that reach the place her waist curves in, paneled with black-detailed white lace at the front and back, the sides laced together; and the black frame of a bra, like someone had taken a pair of scissors to all the useful parts of a bra and just left the straps and the band. And added a big black bow to the front, which Swiss so badly wants to reach around and tug at, just like he wants to yank on the ties keeping her panties together just to watch them fall.
He doesn't do either of those things, though, just keeps his grip on the couch so he can't give in to temptation. He'd tried, when she'd first slipped the black robe from her shoulders and he'd gone slack-jawed at the sight of what was underneath. He'd reached out for the bow, with its long delicate tail trailing down past the waistband of her panties, but she'd ruthlessly smacked his hand away and firmly told him that he was not to touch.
He's jerked out of his thoughts by Cumulus moving on his lap again. He fails to hold back a little whine as she lifts up off of him, immediately missing the warmth and pressure of her thighs, but she glances coyly over her shoulder, the tip of her tail brushing against his cheek. She's not going far, just up a few inches so she can reach down between her legs and pull the lace to the side. She holds it there with her thumb, easing back down until her outstretched fingers find the head of his cock, and Swiss is pretty sure he blacks out for a second. The next thing he knows, she's fully seated and he's buried inside her and he had really hoped he was going to get fucked now, but her head is bent over that damn book again. Fuck.
This is a million times better and a hundred times worse than her thighs. Better, for obvious reasons, and worse because he still can't move and he wants to so goddamn badly, worse because every thirty seconds or so she's clenching around him. Swiss isn't even aware that his breathing is coming in pants, backed by little moans, until she straightens up and twists to look at him. He can't help it. He's looking right back at her, and he knows he's supposed to be quiet, but he can't. He's looking right at her and he can't stop the groan that spills from his lips. He's expecting to be punished for it, maybe she'd pinch him or get up and leave him like this right here in the library.
He's not expecting the soft, sympathetic look on her face, or for her to say, You're still being too loud. He's definitely not expecting for her to lift a hand to his mouth and press two fingers to his bottom lip until his brain catches up and he opens his mouth, obediently wrapping his tongue around them. He sighs happily as she lets him suckle at her fingers for a few minutes, distracting him from the building heat in his belly and the overwhelming urge to grind up into her. Once he's calmed significantly, she leans down to press a kiss to his forehead as she gently withdraws her fingers. There you go, sweetheart. That's better, isn't it?
He nods mutely, hardly registering that she's wiping her fingers off on his shirt so she can go back to her book. He swallows a whimper as he realizes he has no idea how long she intends to torture him like this.
And it absolutely is torturous. She'd already had him between her thighs for at least half an hour, and if he wasn't a complete mess before (he was), he’s beyond hope now. Every muscle in his body is tense and his breath is coming fast and shallow, the cushion covers a lost cause under his claws. It's taking every braincell and every ounce of will he has to keep still and quiet.
He lasts a good twenty minutes before his hips jerk up unbidden. He's hazy and his vision won't focus anymore, his whole body is overwarm. Cumulus doesn't look back at him, just pauses in her reading to spread her legs a little, and Swiss is confused and relieved all at once because he knows that should have gotten him in trouble. He really should have been suspicious of the way she's reached down between her legs, one nail tracing against the inside of his thigh on her way to gently cupping his balls and lighting his skin on fire but it feels so good– in a flash, her grip tightens and she twists and he yelps and his back arches off the couch, clawing at the cushions and keening at the top of his register. She doesn't let go, just looks at him over her shoulder with one eyebrow raised, and the disappointment in her expression will sink in later once he can focus on anything besides the death grip she has on his balls. She doesn't say anything as she finally releases him, stroking the pads of her fingers across his abused skin as he melts back into the cushions, panting. It takes a moment for his double vision to settle, to see that she still has that disappointed look. She doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t have to. Her face says That’s what I thought clear as day.
It doesn't take long for him to sink back into that hazy headspace, letting himself float in the feeling instead of focusing on how he's been riding right on the edge of coming ever since she pulled her panties to the side and sat down on him so casually. He doesn't know exactly how long she makes him wait, but it has to be at least another hour, maybe even two.
Swiss is nearly out of his mind by the time she snaps the book closed. He jerks out of his haze, attention locking onto Cumulus and letting out a whine as she shifts, leaning forward to set the book on the floor beside the couch. She straightens back up and his back arches with the effort it takes not to make another sound or let his hips move. She braces her hands on his thighs and lifts herself up nearly all the way off of him, letting out a breath as she sinks back down.
Swiss comes so fast and so intensely that his vision whites out, and he feels a sound vibrating in his chest and throat but he can't hear it. By the time he comes back to himself, his chest is heaving and Cumulus has turned around in his lap to face him, still seated on his cock. She has his face held gently between her hands, pressing kisses to his forehead. That was quick, she observes, but she doesn't sound judgemental. Her voice is fond, an affectionate little smile on her face. He can't scrape enough of his brain together to respond, just blinks up at her. His vision clears after that, and her thumbs swipe across his cheeks warm and wet and she purrs, Oh, my sweet baby boy. Poor little thing.
He can't do anything but whimper softly, claws sinking into the ruined couch. She notices this and trails her hands down from his face to his shoulders, down the length of his arms to circle her fingers around his wrists and set his hands on her waist. He nods gratefully and clings to her as her hands return to his shoulders. He chitters softly and buries his face in her chest as she starts to rock her hips. She works up the pace slowly, giving him a little time to regain his senses.
When Swiss has control over his brain and body again, he sits up a little, picking his face up from between her tits and he can't help but bend right back down and suck a nipple into his mouth, swirls his tongue against the soft skin, relishes in the contrast between that and the warm metal ring. He wraps the split ends of his tongue through it and tugs. Cumulus throws her head back and chirps and moans, her tail winding around his forearm as she picks up the pace and starts to ride him in earnest, knees braced on either side of his thighs and her claws sinking into his shoulders. There's already a tense heat building in his core and he knows he's not going to last much longer, but if the way she's clenching around him and the pitch and volume of her voice is any indication, neither is she.
Swiss lets go of her nipple, instead resting his cheek against her chest, mouth open and his breath coming fast and shallow. He winds his arms around her and hangs on tight, managing finding enough focus to fuck up into her, matching her rhythm. Cumulus threads her hands into his hair and holds him tight against her, presses her forehead against his as a shudder rolls through her, a whine building in the back of her throat as her body tenses up, and Swiss stands absolutely no chance against the way she seizes down around him as she comes. He does his best to fuck her through it, but his knot is swelling fast and he only gets a couple more thrusts before he can’t move anymore, and then he’s busy coming so hard his ears ring.
When he comes back to himself and picks his head up off her chest a little, she’s grinning breathlessly down at him, sliding her hands down to cup his cheeks and pull him up for a kiss. He melts into it, groaning as she grinds in little circles on his knot, and just that tiny movement is almost too much. Cumulus chirrups softly and presses little kisses all over his face and murmurs, You did so good, baby. My good boy.
Swiss bursts into purring as he basks in the praise and her kisses. Thank you, Cumulus, he says, chirping happily and nuzzling into her neck. She’s purring now too, sounding and smelling thoroughly content, and it makes pride swell in Swiss’s chest. He’d been good, he’d been rewarded, and she’s happy.