Reposted: Meep playing in Meridae's Ranel/Warne/ and the kittens World
Title: Licking
Author: Mee_eep
original post: here
Warne strode up the path, his long stride hitching as he caught sight of his young husband through the window. At first he thought the pink length of tongue was an invitation; a reminder of how agile it was and how deep it could probe. A sensual prompt of how eagerly Ranel would wrap it around Warne's aching erection and lap up every drop of the cream his ministrations encouraged.
It was enough to make him walk faster, though his trousers felt inexplicably tighter.
On entering the house Warne realised the scene was a less appealing one. Ranel dancing about the room with his tongue out, hands waving, making strange 'uuuck, eeeuw' sobbing sounds. The kittens were huddled together fur sticking out in half-washed peaks and big guilty eyes dominating their innocent little faces.
'Who is responsible?' Asked Warne. The kittens all looked at each other, it was hard to say who looked most wretched.
'Ranel love? What did they do?' He kept his eyes on their offspring.
'CHILLI!' shouted an outraged Ranel. 'They rubbed chilli over themselves!'
Warne marched up to the cowering kittens and started scooping them up 'It's your own fault' he told them firmly, hardening his heart to their mews 'if you wont let your father bath you in a civilised fashion then you get the bath tub'
He spared Ranel a look as he carted the kittens towards the bathroom. 'Don't drink water love it makes it worse, try some milk. I'll see about getting you some special cream once this lot are clean and tucked in'
Ranel cheered up immediately. 'Make sure you spell their doors' he reminded as he eased his poor sore mouth with a glass of cool milk. Wouldn't do to be out of action when he had a big willing husband to entertain.
Author: Mee_eep
original post: here
Warne strode up the path, his long stride hitching as he caught sight of his young husband through the window. At first he thought the pink length of tongue was an invitation; a reminder of how agile it was and how deep it could probe. A sensual prompt of how eagerly Ranel would wrap it around Warne's aching erection and lap up every drop of the cream his ministrations encouraged.
It was enough to make him walk faster, though his trousers felt inexplicably tighter.
On entering the house Warne realised the scene was a less appealing one. Ranel dancing about the room with his tongue out, hands waving, making strange 'uuuck, eeeuw' sobbing sounds. The kittens were huddled together fur sticking out in half-washed peaks and big guilty eyes dominating their innocent little faces.
'Who is responsible?' Asked Warne. The kittens all looked at each other, it was hard to say who looked most wretched.
'Ranel love? What did they do?' He kept his eyes on their offspring.
'CHILLI!' shouted an outraged Ranel. 'They rubbed chilli over themselves!'
Warne marched up to the cowering kittens and started scooping them up 'It's your own fault' he told them firmly, hardening his heart to their mews 'if you wont let your father bath you in a civilised fashion then you get the bath tub'
He spared Ranel a look as he carted the kittens towards the bathroom. 'Don't drink water love it makes it worse, try some milk. I'll see about getting you some special cream once this lot are clean and tucked in'
Ranel cheered up immediately. 'Make sure you spell their doors' he reminded as he eased his poor sore mouth with a glass of cool milk. Wouldn't do to be out of action when he had a big willing husband to entertain.