Private with Fire

He purred and at her words asked, "Would you mind if I sat up on my haunches while you work it? I love looking down while it happens."

She looked up at him, replacing her nose with her single white paw and gently rubbing his sheath. "I do want to, Black. Very much so."

He grinned as he watched her. He hadn't seen a she-cat in this position for a long time. "You only have to do this if you really want to," he said gently.

She purred, smiling, and crouched down, gently nosing his sheath.

"Sorry ma'am," he replied warmly back, and became still for her, letting his front side become completely exposed so she could access anywhere.

She swiped at his paws. "Keep that up and you'll get nothing," she warned playfully. For once, she wasn't being forced to do anything, and it was a wonderful feeling.

He snickered as he fell onto his back, and kicked his hindlegs to poke her shoulders. "I'm liking where this is going..." he ventured.

(Okeydokey)

Pineleaf rolled over onto her belly, thinking for a few seconds, before she got up and gently pushed Black to the ground.

(whatever you want, argue, say no, get offended, beg, suck him off, whatever you feel like)

(What's she supposed to do?)

He smiled at her gently, though his voice came out firmly, "Prove it."

She nodded immediately. "I want you, Black."

He purred and deliberately stepped off of her body, sitting beside her and looking down at her face. "Well, do you want to mate?"

Pineleaf felt no desire for him to get off either. She caught his place between both of hers, smiling slightly. "Black...," she murmured.

He smelt the scent and instantly knew what was happening, though he felt no desire to get off her. "Pineleaf..." he whispered, and lightly drew his paw across her cheek.

She swallowed nervously. "Our position," she mewed, attempting to explain, though for some reason her core started getting wet as she gazed at the tom.

"What's up?" he noticed her stare and looked back, meeting her eyes.

She suddenly realized that the position they were in could be used for mating and she froze, staring up at him.

Deciding she had had enough, he stopped and placed his forepaws on either side of her shoulders and just stood there, staring down at her prone body beneath him.

She gasped for air between laughs, writhing helplessly underneath his assault. It was clear she was unable to speak.

He tilted his head as though thinking, continuing his motions. "You'll have to pay up to get me to stop. What will you give me? Cause otherwise I'll just tickle you all night." He winked down at her.

She squealed and started laughing helplessly; she was extremely ticklish on her belly. "S-s-stop!"

He jumped back and laughed, and positioned himself over her so that their bellies were facing each other. "I'll have to get back at you for swiping at me like that," he warned, and tickled her stomach with his paw toes.

"Hey!" She whined, wriggling around enough that she was able tol roll over and swipe at his muzzle and ears.

He ran his tongue up and down her back, intending to calm her down. He lifted a paw and rubbed her neck as well to massage the muscles. "You're squirming now, that's more like the normal you," he purred.