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By the time they got to Heko’s apartment, Alex was pretty sure he’d forgotten how keys worked.He stood in front of his door with that big, broad frame half blocking the hallway, blond hair a little mussed from the night, one hand braced on the knob while the other fumbled around in his pocket like the key had somehow grown legs and ran away from him. Alex leaned against the wall beside the door and watched with a growing grin.

“Heko.”

“Yeah?” he said, not looking up.

“You’re holding it.”

He blinked.

Then looked down at the key already in his hand.

“Oh.” He laughed, soft and embarrassed and entirely unbothered. “That makes this way easier.”

Alex snorted. “You’re so lucky you’re cute.”

“Yeah,” he said, fitting the key into the lock on the second try. “I think that helps me a lot.”

Dinner had been two hours of the white cat boy being distractingly handsome and dumb in equal measure, which, unfortunately for Alex, was one of the most effective combinations on earth. He had shown up in a shirt that fit him almost indecently well, all broad shoulders and easy posture and warm blond hair that kept falling into his eyes when he laughed. The tigress had spent the first ten minutes pretending not to notice. By the second drink, she had given up and just started noticing openly.

Heko, meanwhile, had spent most of the date looking at her like he was trying not to.

He’d looked at her over the rim of his glass. Looked at her when she leaned forward across the table. Looked at her mouth whenever she smiled, which was often. At one point he’d gotten halfway through a story, lost his train of thought completely, and admitted, with total sincerity, “Sorry, I got distracted by your face.”

Alex laughed so hard people at the next table glanced over.

He’d gone red around the ears after that, but only for a second. Then he’d smiled too, big and sheepish, and somehow made the whole thing worse by adding, “I mean, it’s a really good face.”

That was Heko all over. No game. No smooth recovery. Just wholehearted honesty delivered with all the grace of a falling lamp.

And Alex, loved it.

By dessert, they’d been leaning too far over the table without noticing. Their knees had brushed once beneath the tablecloth and then stayed suspiciously close after that. Heko had walked her out with that same bright, dazed energy, like his body had already decided this night was still going and his brain was only jogging to catch up.

The cab ride back had been worse. Or better. Depending on how charitable one wanted to be.

They’d sat too close in the backseat. Not enough to be so scandalous, but enough that Alex could feel the heat coming off him. Enough that every turn in the road nudged them together by degrees. Enough that the driver had to look at them through the rearview to make sure they weren’t soiling the vegan leather seats of his Mercedes with what he called in a thick Serbian accent “sex juice.”

Heko rested one hand beside his thigh, palm up, not quite asking for anything.

Alex looked at it for a while.

Then put her hand in his.

He went quiet after that. His thumb brushed over her knuckles once, then again, like he couldn’t quite help himself. Alex looked out the window to hide her smile and felt him looking at her reflection the whole ride home.

So by the time he was standing at his apartment door fumbling with his keys, the air between them already felt warm with all the little almosts of the evening.

The door opened. He stepped aside to let her in.

Heko’s apartment smelled faintly like clean laundry, citrus cleaner, and the takeout he’d forgotten to throw away before he left.

Alex noticed it the second he got the door open.

Not in a bad way. It felt lived in. Warm. Boyish in a way that was almost endearing, like the place belonged to someone who absolutely owned three different kinds of protein powder and still needed to be reminded to water a plant. The lamp in the corner was on, casting a low amber glow across the living room. It softened everything—the couch, the rumpled throw blanket tossed over one armrest, the shirt he’d changed out of earlier draped over a chair like he’d dropped it mid-thought and never returned to it.

Heko fumbled with the lock behind them, and Alex turned back just in time to catch the look on his face.

That dazed, slightly crooked expression of his. His ears twitched once. Then twice.

Then he smiled at her like he’d only just now remembered they were alone.

“Well,” he said, leaning back against the door, “I guess this is my place.”

Alex snorted. “Thrilling commentary. I’ve been here before, Heko.”

“I’m trying to be smooth.”

“You are smooth,” she said, stepping closer. “In a sort of medically fascinating way.”

Heko snorted a laugh. But Alex barely had time to enjoy the sound of it before he reached for her. Big hands, gentle for all their size, settling at her waist and drawing her in until her front met his. His body was so warm, the faintest trace of cologne clung to his fur beneath the sweat and city air. Alex tipped her chin up, already smiling.

He kissed her before either of them could say anything else.

It wasn’t neat. That was one of the things she liked about kissing Heko.

He always kissed like he meant it too much to make it elegant. All enthusiasm, all heat, all that sweet clumsy hunger that made him feel impossible to mistake for anyone else. Alex made a pleased sound against his mouth and tiptoed into him, one hand sliding up over his chest, the other hooking loosely at his side.

“Mmmrrrph.”

He crowded her near the door for half a breath, then another, then lost the rhythm entirely when she tilted her head and kissed him back harder.

He made a noise that was half purr, half surprised laugh.

“Nnngnhhhahhha…”

“There you are,” Alex murmured against his mouth.

“There I am?”

“Mhm. I was wondering when your brain would shut off.”

“It didn’t shut off,” Heko said, already kissing along the corner of her mouth. “It just got distracted.”

“By what?”

He looked down at her with utter sincerity.

“You.”

Alex groaned. “You’re an idiot.”

“You like it.”

“I do,” she said, tugging him forward by the front of his shirt.

He nearly stumbled over his own feet following her, grinning like an idiot, and she kissed him again to stop the grin from getting any bigger. He backed them away from the door by instinct more than strategy, his hands sliding from her waist to her sides, then around to her back. Alex could feel the effort it took him to do anything with restraint at all. Every touch started careful and ended earnest. Like he was trying to remember how delicate to be and failing in the most charming way possible.

The room seemed to shrink around them as they moved.

A step.

Another.

Alex’s paw caught on the edge of the rug and Heko immediately tightened his hold to steady her.

“Got you,” he murmured.

“I know.”

He kissed her again, slower this time, and the edge of that sweetness almost undid her more than the heat had. She ran her fingers up into his hair, through that tousled blond mess, and felt him shiver. His ears tipped back. His tail gave a quick, betraying flick behind him.

Interesting.

Alex smiled into the kiss and tested it again, scratching lightly at the base of one ear.

Heko broke with a breathless sound. “Hhhhh… Okay. Wow.”

“That does something for you?”

The cat boy was pink across the face now, which on him was both adorable and deeply unhelpful.

“Maybe,” he admitted.

Alex’s grin turned wicked. “Good to know.”

She did it again, softer, and Heko let his forehead drop briefly to hers like he needed the support. His hands had drifted lower without him seeming to notice, broad palms resting against her hips. His thumbs brushed there absently, tracing the shape of her through the fabric, and his breathing had gone a little uneven.

“You always get this cute when you’re trying to ask for something?” Alex asked.

“I wasn’t going to ask.”

“No?”

“No,” Heko said, with the grave dignity of someone already halfway gone. “I was going to… hope, very loudly.”

That made her laugh. “Hahaha.”

Then she kissed him again, because really, what else was she supposed to do with a line like that?

He melted into it at once.

They both drifted backward in slow, uneven steps.

Or maybe sideways. Their mouths kept finding each other between steps, between little breaths of laughter, between the small collisions of furniture and legs due to poor coordination.

At one point, Heko bumped the side table with his thigh and muttered, against her mouth, “Sorry.”

“For what?”

“I hit that thing.”

“The table?”

“Yeah, but I was looking at you.”

Alex laughed into the kiss.

The lamp painted everything honey-soft. The city murmured distantly beyond the windows. The air carried a trace of their night outside—cool evening air caught in fabric, the last of their perfume oils and cologne, the slow warmth of skin under clothes.

Alex let her hands drift over him as they moved: up his chest, across his sides, down again. She felt the way each touch sharpened his attention. The way his breath changed. The way he looked at her every time she did something with that open, helpless focus of his, like she was performing open-heart surgery and he was trying very hard to keep up.

By the time the back of Heko’s knee met the couch, both of them were breathing a little differently.

Heko, of course, did not notice the couch until a second later, he looked down with solemn surprise.

“Oh,” he said. “Couch.”

Alex stared at him, then laughed. “Excellent work, detective.”

He looked from the couch to her, pleased with himself. “I have one.”

“You sure do.”

He smiled, then leaned in and buried his face near her neck like the conversation had become too difficult and this was a better use of his time. His mouth brushed her fur, warm and slow, and Alex felt the shiver roll through her before she could stop it. Heko noticed immediately. She could feel it in the way his hands tightened at her waist, in the quiet purr he made under his breath.

‘Prrrrr.’

“Heko,” she murmured.

“Mhm?”

“Getting brave?”

He paused just long enough to answer honestly, “I’m trying to.”

That nearly undid her.

Alex caught his face in both hands and kissed him hard enough to tip him backward against the armrest of the couch. He let out a surprised laugh as his shapely tush pressed into it, hair messier now, shirt pulled crooked, cheeks faintly flushed. For a moment he just looked at her, wide-eyed and smiling, like he couldn’t decide whether this was really happening or if it was just a dream.

Probably both.

She stepped between his knees.

At once, the blond cat boy’s expression softened into that dazed, dazzled look he got whenever she was too close for him to pretend he was handling it well. His hands lifted, then hovered near her hips without touching, waiting.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he said.

A beat.

Then: “Distracted, though.”

“By what?”

He looked at her with such guileless sincerity it almost circled around into dangerous again. “You.”

Alex huffed a laugh. “You’ve really got to stop saying that like you’re surprised.”

“I kind of am.”

“Why?”

“Because you keep being here.”

The tigress’s smile softened. She took his wrists and set his hands at her waist herself. Heko’s entire face changed at once—shoulders loosening, mouth parting, eyes fixed on hers with shameless delight.

There. That was the look.

The cat boy’s thumbs traced small, absent arcs against her sides while he glanced up at her, then down at her jacket, then back up again.

“Can I take this off?” he asked.

“You can try.”

He failed almost immediately.

One side slipped down easily enough, but the other caught awkwardly, and Heko frowned with deep concentration, muttering, “Hang on,” as if the jacket had challenged him personally.

Alex burst out laughing.

“I can see that.”

“It’s doing something weird.”

“It’s a sleeve.”

“Yeah, but it’s being complicated.”

She helped him shrug it off at last, and when it fell away, Heko looked absurdly proud of the outcome.

Encouraged, he let his hands drift back to her waist, slower this time. More aware. His gaze moved over her with all the subtlety of sunlight through stained glass.

“You’re really pretty,” he said quietly.

No joke tucked behind it. No stumble. Just true.

Alex felt something warm uncurl in her chest. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nodded once, then added with a little helpless exhale, “You were pretty at dinner too. But this is worse.”

She smiled. “Worse?”

“I mean better,” he said quickly. “But worse for me, in a good way.”

“God, you are so bad at this.”

Alex bent and kissed him again.

‘Smch.’

This one was softer, but somehow it burned more.

She laughed softly and tugged his shirt upward.

This time he understood immediately and lifted his arms to help. The fabric peeled away, catching for a second at his shoulders before it came free. Alex tossed it aside somewhere behind her and let herself look.

Heko noticed. His ears pinked again. “What?”

Alex smiled. “Look at you.”

He ducked his head, grinning, and she ran both hands slowly down his chest over his tight pecs, the piercings he had through his nipples.

That made him go still in the most satisfying way. Like every inch of him had turned toward her hand and was waiting to see what it would do next.

His breathing deepened.

One of his hands came over hers for a moment. He didn’t stop her, but held her just to feel.

“You like that?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said, trying for politeness but missing the mark a little by sounding breathless.

She laughed and kissed him again, and the room around them blurred into warmth: the lamp glow, the rumpled couch, clothes beginning to gather in a crooked trail from the door, the whole date folding in on itself until there was nothing left but touch and breath and that delicious sense of something about to tip past the point of stopping.

Alex drew back just enough to look at him.

Heko looked back from the couch, flushed, smiling, gone on her in that open, defenseless way that was so thoroughly him it made her want to kiss him all over again.

“You’re staring,” he murmured.

“I know.”

“What does that mean?”

Alex smiled slowly and leaned down until her fangs brushed his lips.

“It means,” she said, “I heard your hoping.”

His face lit up.

“Oh,” he said, delighted.

Then he kissed her like that was the best thing she could have possibly said.

The kiss turned deep and sloppy within seconds—tongues sliding wet and hungry, spit already smearing across their muzzles. Alex pushed Heko back until his strong, muscular hips hit the padded armrest of the couch. He sank into it with a low grunt, legs stretched out along the cushioned armrest, planted firmly on the floor so his thighs spread wide open for her. His blond hair was tousled, ears twitching with nervous excitement, chest already rising and falling faster.

Alex dropped smoothly to her knees between his spread legs. Her knees missing the tassels of the dark brown IKEA rug that the white cat boy had partially tucked under his L-shaped couch by just a few inches. The wooden floor was cool against her shins as she leaned forward, stretching her orange-and-black striped body low. She wrapped her arms tightly around his thick white thighs, hugging them close. Her hands gripped the backs of his legs, claws pricking lightly into the soft fur. Her long striped tail curled lazily behind her on the floor, the tip flicking a few times with anticipation.

Heko looked down at her with wide, hungry eyes, already breathing harder. “Mhng. You look so good down there.”

She grinned up at him, saberteeth glinting, then buried her face straight into his crotch. The scent hit her immediately—thick, masculine, and intoxicating. A warm, musky aroma of clean fur mixed with the sharp, salty tang of ball sweat that had built up during their long night out. It was heady and slightly earthy, the kind of raw male smell that made her pussy clench.

She mouthed at the thick bulge in his pants, breathing hot and open-mouthed against the fabric until it was damp with her spit. “Mmm… you smell so fucking good.”

Heko’s breath hitched, a deep rumble vibrating through his chest. His cock was already throbbing painfully hard inside his clothes, leaking steadily. Feeling her hot breath and the press of her arms around his thighs made his stomach tighten. He felt exposed, desired, and a little overwhelmed in the best way—his heart pounding, ears burning hot.

“Lift your hips, big guy,” Alex purred.

He obeyed instantly, lifting his ass just enough for her to yank his pants and boxers down in one rough motion. They bunched around his ankles. His fat, heavy cock sprang free, slapping wetly against his toned abs.

‘Thwp! Shcmack!’

It was thick and veiny, flushed a deep pink, the swollen head already shiny with a fat bead of precum that slowly dripped down the shaft. Below it were his heavy, low-hanging balls, covered in soft white fur, slightly sweaty and musky from being trapped in his clothes all evening. He lifted his paws up one at a time and kicked his pants off to the side.

Alex licked her lips, arms still locked tight around his thighs, pulling herself even closer so her muzzle was inches from his crotch. “Fuck, look at this fat cock… already drooling for me.”

She started slow and nasty. First, she dragged her rough, warm tongue from the very base of his shaft all the way up to the leaking tip, savoring the taste. Heko’s cock tasted salty and slightly bitter from the precum, with an underlying clean, musky flavor that was purely him. She moaned loudly around the head as she took it into her mouth, the taste blooming stronger—warm skin, faint salt, and that rich, masculine essence that made her drool even more.

Heko groaned deep in his throat, his head falling back against nothing. “Your mouth is so warm…”

The sensation was overwhelming for him. Her tongue was rough and wet, swirling around the sensitive head, sucking gently at first, then harder. Every bob of her head sent sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine. His balls tingled, drawing up slightly as blood rushed to his groin. He felt his thighs tremble under her tight grip, the way her arms hugged them making him feel held, possessed, and helplessly turned on.

The tigress took him deeper, sliding her lips down his thick shaft until the head bumped the back of her throat. She gagged only slightly, the sound wet and loud, but she didn’t pull back. Thick strings of spit drooled from the corners of her mouth, running down his veiny cock and soaking his balls. She bobbed her head with sloppy, greedy strokes.

‘Gluck-shlrrp-gluck.’

Her nose pressed into the soft white fur at his groin on every downstroke, inhaling that deep, sweaty musk straight from the source.

‘Snnnnnnnnnnffffff. Hhhhhhffffff…’

Heko’s hand came down to rest on Alex’s head, fingers threading through her thick locks of brown hair. He didn’t push, just held her steady as his hips twitched upward involuntarily. “Fuck… that feels good…”

She pulled off with a wet ‘POP!’, long strands of thick saliva connecting her lips to his glistening, spit-soaked cock. Grinning wickedly, she let her tongue hang out, panting. “Hhhaaaah… You always taste so good… salty dick, sweaty balls… I want more.”

She dipped lower, nuzzling her face right under his cock. The smell was even stronger there—concentrated ball sweat, warm and slightly tangy, with that sour earthy, masculine scent that made her head spin. She licked one heavy ball slowly, savoring the salty, sweaty taste on her tongue. It was warmer than his cock, slightly bitter from the sweat that had gathered in the soft fur, but so fucking addictive. She sucked the entire ball into her hot, wet mouth, rolling it gently with her tongue while her fingers wrapped around his sticky spit-shined shaft and started stroking him in long, firm, and agonizingly slow pumps.

Heko let out a loud, broken groan, his abs tensed hard. The feeling of her warm mouth sucking on his sensitive balls while her hand jerked his cock was driving him insane. Pleasure coiled tight in his gut, his balls tingled and tightened as she worked him. “Gghhnnng… Alex… oh fuck…”

She switched to the other ball, sucking it greedily into her mouth with a wet slurp. Her tongue pressed and swirled, lapping up every drop of ball sweat, the salty, musky flavor coating her tongue. She purred around it, sending delicious vibrations through his sac while her hand sped up, twisting at the foreskin over the head on every upstroke, smearing his leaking precum and her thick spit everywhere. More precum oozed out in thick beads, dripping down onto her muzzle and chin, mixing with her drool.

‘Prrrrrr…’

‘Slllllrrrrrp…. Scchllk… Slllllrrrrrruuup!’

Alex took both of his heavy balls into her mouth as best she could, stretching her jaw wide. She sucked wet and sloppy, tongue curling around them like a warm and wet blanket. She felt them draw up tighter and tighter against her lips. The taste was intense now—pure ball sweat, warm skin, and that rich, heady man stink that filled her nose and mouth. Her pussy ached between her legs as she worshipped him, gushing our cunt juice and clenching into itself as if begging Alex to move on from this already.

Heko was panting hard, chest heaving, one hand gripping the back of the armrest while the other stayed tangled in the tiger’s hair. His thighs flexed and trembled under her arms, the muscles tight from the overwhelming pleasure. “I’m getting so close… your mouth feels too good… Shit, Alex, you’re gonna make me cum…”

She moaned loudly around his sac, sucking harder, her paw jerking him faster and sloppier. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room—slurping, sucking, the slick schlick-schlick of her hand on his spit-drenched cock.

The himbo cat’s breathing turned ragged and desperate. His balls drew up tight and hard in her mouth, shrinking slightly as his orgasm built to the edge. Pleasure surged through him like electricity, his cock throbbing violently in her grip, the head swollen and almost red. “Fuck—I’m gonna…”

He didn’t pull her away. Instead, his fingers suddenly hooked firmly behind her long saberteeth—two thick digits sliding into the gaps on either side of her fangs, yanking her forward and locking her jaw in place. The sudden movement caused his left ball to slip free from her mouth, while the right one remained, dangling in there, almost sliding down to her throat as it tucked upward and relaxed repeatedly. He held her right there, face buried deep between his thighs, mouth full of his twitching sac.

With a deep, guttural growl that shook his whole body, Heko’s hips bucked, balls pulsing and contracting hard in her sucking mouth.

“Hhhnnngggaaaaaahhhh… Fuuuuuuuuuck…”

Thick, hot, ropey spurts of cum erupted from his cock, shooting high over her head and splattering messily across her back in long white streaks. Some landed in her hair, some painted thick lines down her spine and over the curve of her ass. He curled his fingers tighter around her big protruding fangs, keeping her locked exactly where she was as his balls emptied all over her.

‘Splllrt! Splloooorrt! Spllaaarrt!’

The taste of his balls intensified as they throbbed in her mouth—salty, warm, twitching with every spurt. Alex moaned around them, sucking gently through his orgasm, feeling every single contraction and throb while his cum cooled on her fur in sticky, messy streaks.

“Hhhngngg…. Mmmmmhnn… Nnngghh..”

When the last weak dribble finally oozed out, Heko’s grip on her teeth slowly loosened. He let out a long, shaky, satisfied groan and gently pulled her off his balls with a wet, obscene pop.

‘Schlop!’

His cock gave one final twitch, a last thick bead of cum slowly rolled down the shaft.

“Fuck… Alex…” he panted, voice hoarse. His hand stroked shakily through her cum-streaked hair, eyes half-lidded and soft with bliss as he looked down at her. His body felt boneless, thighs still trembling under her arms, aftershocks of pleasure tingling through his spent cock and balls. “That was… so fucking hot. You’re so nasty… and so pretty.”

He reached forward, gently grabbing her arms, and tugged her up. Alex let herself fall backward onto the couch with him, landing half on his chest in a warm, sticky tangle. Heko immediately reached for the rumpled throw blanket and started wiping the thick mess off her back in slow, careful strokes while he pressed lazy, affectionate kisses all over her forehead, her muzzle, and the tops of her ears. His breathing was still heavy, his body warm against hers.

“Give me a minute to recover…” he murmured against her ear, voice already growing softer, sleepier. His tail curled possessively around her waist, the fluffy tip brushing her thigh. “Then it’s all about you. I wanna taste you… make you feel even better… promise.”

Alex smirked, licking a stray drop of his cum and ball sweat from her lips, saberteeth gleaming wetly. “You’d better, big guy.”

But Heko didn’t answer right away. His kisses slowed, growing lazier and heavier. His big chest rose and fell in deep, even breaths beneath her. One hand kept stroking her back in absent circles, the motion gradually losing rhythm. His ears relaxed, no longer twitching. The soft, steady purr that had been rumbling in his chest deepened into something quieter, more content.

Alex waited a few minutes, then lifted her head, ears perking. His eyes were already half-closed, that dazed, blissed-out smile still faintly on his face, but his gaze had gone distant and heavy.

“Heko?” she asked, voice teasing but laced with disbelief. She poked his chest gently with one claw “Heko? Are you asleep? Are you kidding me?”

He blinked slowly, fighting it for one last moment, a sleepy little grin tugging at his muzzle. “Mmm… no… just… restin’ my eyes…” His words slurred softly, thick with exhaustion and afterglow. “You’re really warm… smell like me now… s’nice…”

His hand gave one final, slow stroke down her spine before it stilled completely, resting on the small of her back. His breathing evened out into the deep, slow rhythm of sleep almost immediately. His tail gave one last lazy flick around her waist, then went limp.

Alex stared at him for a long moment, half-amused, half-exasperated, a fond smile creeping across her face. She let out a soft huff of laughter and shook her head.

“You absolute himbo,” she whispered, pressing one gentle kiss to the center of his chest, right between his pierced nipples. “Falling asleep right after blowing your load all over me. Of course.”

She pulled the throw blanket higher over both of them, letting herself settle more comfortably against his broad chest. The apartment was quiet now, just the distant murmur of the city outside and the steady, peaceful sound of Heko’s purring.

For tonight, this was more than enough. She’d make him pay for it in the morning—probably with predatory levels of interest.

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Art by peachygho

Heko by kikokitty

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