Painted Love: A Pride Pet Play Novel, page 20
“Oh my god, yeah.” Cas blurted the moment the words left Garrett’s lips.
Neither moved though. They waited for instructions like the well-trained pets they were. It heightened the need for both of them when he smiled and gently caressed his way up Cas’s thighs, stroking his cock, making sure he was good and hard for Mouse. Then he turned back to Mouse, took the lube from the counter, and slowly finished what his tongue had started. While he knew Mouse could have taken Cas with just spit for lube, it wouldn’t have been as comfortable a ride as him coating the inside of his pet’s hole and scissoring his fingers, getting him good and open before coating Cas’s cock with lube too.
And still they waited, a little squirmy, their breath coming in soft, insistent whines and the occasional groan, but they didn’t reach for each other, even when he lifted Mouse and held him over Cas’s cock, slowly lowering him. Cas held himself steady, while Garrett eased Mouse down on him, Mouse’s head rocking back to rest on Garrett’s shoulders as he bottomed out.
“C-can I touch him, please?” Cas asked, his voice quivering as pleasure rolled over him.
Garrett smiled down at him and nodded. “Yes, but only his hips.”
“Y-yes Daddy G,” Cas said, placing his hands there. He didn’t skim them up Mouse’s thighs and he didn’t dig his fingers in, he just held on gently, while Garret remained where he was, straddling Cas’s thighs, holding Mouse in his arms, Cas’s cock buried to the hilt inside of Mouse, who let out a low, needy moan. Only then did he rock his hips, rolling his erection against Mouse’s backside and in the process, rocking Mouse over Cas, controlling the movements.
Cas moaned, his eyes fluttering closed. Mouse groaned, but he never tried to speed up, or reach for his own weeping dick. Garrett took care of that, collecting several drops of pre-cum and feeding them to Mouse who sucked them off his fingers. Bending Mouse over some, he was able to reach Cas’s lips and feed him some too, which Cas lapped at like it was honey.
He kept his motions slow, grinding instead of thrusting against Mouse’s backside, his own dick leaking. Cas whimped, the sight of his pleasure-flushed face drawing a groan from Garrett and a shiver from Mouse, which only turned Garrett on more.
“F-fuck,” Cas groaned, whining as Garrett’s grinding grew, creating a different dance, one more insistent and urgent. He rocked Mouse on Cas until the pair cried out and pleaded, begging him to let them come. Mouse was so close, and Garrett knew Cas was too. Garrett knew he was near to bursting and stroked Mouse’s cock a little more, before biting the juncture where his neck met his shoulder, being sure to hit the pressure point.
Mouse made a sound somewhere between a squeal and a scream. His body convulsed, his hips stuttered, and beneath him, Cas writhed, thrusting up into him now, while Garrett rocked against his ass, working himself up to orgasm too. Cas’s cries mingled with his own as they road out the moment together, Mouse pinned between them, begging them not to stop. They were able to wring another orgasm from him before he was limp, stated, and plastered against Garret’s chest.
He lifted Mouse off Cas as gently as he’d placed him on Cas’s dick, the softest little sigh escaping him as Garrett laid him back on his towel. Mouse immediately curled on his side, eyes closed, though his lips were lifted in a tiny, beautiful smile. Cas wasn’t looking any better. He had one arm thrown over his eyes and his breathing was ragged as cum pooled on his chest and began to dry.
Mouse’s bark of laughter startled him and drew his attention to where Mouse giggled and rocked a little, still out of breath and dazed.
“What’s so funny little one?” Garrett asked, lightly smacking him on the thigh.
“There’s glitter on your nose,” Mouse declared, "and on your shoulder too, a big sparkly piece.”
“That certainly came from you," Garrett reminded him.
“Yeah, but…” Mouse began before disintegrating into laughter again.
Glancing down at himself, Garrett shouldn’t have been surprised to see a speck of glitter on his thigh, and one sparkling piece glimmering near the base of his cock.
Seriously?
He noticed a speck on Cas’s hip too, though he’d been certain he’d gotten all the glitter off of them before they started fucking around. Maybe Cas was on to something when he’d said that glitter was an impossible entity that would never escape their house.
“You were supposed to clean us up, Daddy,” Mouse said, grinning up at him. “But you just made a bigger mess.”
Okay, so he had a point there. Laughing, Garrett shook his head at his disheveled pets, about to say something when his phone buzzed from where he’d set it on the hamper. Blowing out a breath, he checked it, only because injuries had left his crew short a couple of men. There was no way he was coming in tonight though. Tomorrow, maybe, after ten, perhaps, but the pride parade had been a long, fun-filled event, and after what he and his pets had just engaged in, and the cleanup he still had ahead of him, he did not have the energy to get up at six.
He had his phone in his hand and was about to check the message when Cas let out a huff and scratched at the same hip where the glitter clung. Seeing his pet leave a streak of angry red nail marks along his soft skin, had Garrett ignoring the phone and moving to get the glitter off before Cas did more damage to himself.
“Let’s get you in the shower,” Garrett urged as he brushed the glitter off with his thumb.
“Mouse first,” Cas slurred, though of the two, he seemed the more out of it. After hearing about the way he’d saved Mouse up on that fire escape, and watching the two together, Garrett had come to recognize in Cas the same protectiveness he felt for their little kitten.
But that didn’t mean Cas dictated the rules. Especially when Garrett glanced over to see Mouse shaking his head and watching them through bleary eyes as he rested where Garrett had placed him.
“Not this time,” Garrett declared, scooping Cas up and carrying him into the shower stall.
His pet parted his lips, but let the protest die there and allowed Garrett to sit him on the shower mat on the floor of the stall, while he got the water temperature just right for him. Kneeling in front of Cas with a sudsy loofa, Garrett took his time cleaning every inch of his skin and occasionally treating him to kisses and cuddles until he’d deemed Cas clean again. Even then, he wouldn’t allow him to towel-dry his body, blow-dry his hair, or dress himself. That was Garrett’s job, and he tended to it diligently, all the way up to the moment when he kissed Cas on the forehead as he tucked him into bed, fondled the collar he’d placed back around his neck once he was certain all the glitter had been rinsed off it, then he returned to Mouse and did the exact same thing.
Cas was passed out cold when he tucked Mouse in beside him. He hurried through his own shower so he could join them, his phone almost forgotten until it buzzed again as he dried off. Snatching it up, he was fully prepared to shoot the texter a scathing remark, when the word at the top of the screen caught his attention.
Son of a bitch, it was Randolph Jenkins!
The hell?
Garrett couldn't make heads or tails of Donald's random message. What had been Randolph? The last time he’d spoken to the man was when he’d come to clean out his locker after a disciplinary hearing stripped him of his job and benefits. Garrett distinctly recalled every word he’d said to him, from dressing him down over betraying the trust the public put in them to calling him the lowest form of bottom feeder for taking advantage of people at their most vulnerable.
Just thinking about it threatened to make him lose his cool. Never had he ever imagined that another firefighter, especially one in his own house, would be a thief. An investigation revealed that he'd been stealing cash, jewelry, drugs, guns and a random array of other valuables for years. Pawnshop owners in other districts had identified him as a frequent flier, and in the end, he’d refused to admit to anything, despite overwhelming evidence of what he’d been up to.
Garrett hadn’t exactly been in favor of the department keeping the public and the press out of things, but the backlash of potential lawsuits and even fraudulent ones could have bankrupted the city, so he understood the need to do things the way they’d been done. He just wished there was some way to recover the stolen objects.
A water droplet dripped on the phone, reminding him that he hadn’t dried his hair yet, so he set the phone on the counter and turned the blow dryer on, not wanting to go to sleep with it damp. The noise drowned out the chime set to inform him of new messages, but not the flashes on his screen that he caught out of the corner of his eye. There were far more of them then he'd realized. Grumbling, he cut his drying efforts short to see why the hell they were blowing up his phone tonight.
The words….
“HOLY SHIT!”
He slapped his hand over his mouth the moment the words escaped him, but the sudden thud from the bedroom told him he’d woken at least one of his pets. So many emotions welled up inside him, from fury to exhilaration to relief. He wanted to call out and tell them to stay put, but he couldn’t make his mouth work as his finger scrolled through the messages, taking in everything he’d missed.
Someone slid an arm around his waist, while another wrapped their arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug that forced him to tear his eyes off the screen.
“They got him. It’s over,” Garrett said, clutching them tight to him.
“Who?” Mouse asked, his breath tickling the side of Garrett’s neck.
“The arsonist.”
“Oh my god, seriously?” Cas said, the exhilaration in his voice unmistakable.
“Seriously. He won’t be able to hurt anyone else ever again,” Garrett said. “He got caught setting a fire and went after the officers with one of his incendiary devices. They shot him. He died at the scene. He won’t be setting any more fires.”
Mouse let out a cheer that left some ringing in Garrett’s ear while Cas just pressed his face to Garrett’s shoulder and let out a long, shuddering breath.
“He was a former firefighter,” Garrett said while gently stroking their hair. He set fires in our precinct and on my shift because he was angry over the department dismissing him for stealing from the residences of the fires we responded to. This was his way of getting even with us, but in the end, the only one he destroyed was himself.
“Was…” Mouse began, pausing, as if he wasn’t certain if he wanted to ask the question.
Cas seemed to know just what Mouse had been about to say and finished it for him."...he your friend?”
“No, not really. We joked around at the firehouse and played cards sometimes. He was always aloof and secretive, wandering off when he got phone calls and declining invitations to get together outside of shift.”
“I’m glad,” Mouse said, while Cas nodded his agreement against Garrett’s shoulder.
They were holding him, hugging him, worried for him after everything that they had lived through earlier in the week, his special pets, who had hearts so immeasurably large that sometimes Garrett worried about them being taken advantage of. That’s where he came in and would always be there to ensure no one ever used their loving nature against them.
“It’s time for bed, my beautiful pets,” he murmured, pressing kisses to the lips of first one, then the other. “I think we can all rest easier tonight knowing that nightmare is over.”
“We always rest easier when we’re cuddled up with you,” Cas said, walking beside him back to the bedroom.
Somehow or another, they maneuvered him into the middle, just like after their day at the lake. Two heads rested on his chest, two arms draped over his torso. What bit of chill lingered after his shower was driven away by the heat of their bodies, and their softly whispered I love yous.
“Thank you,” he whispered, squeezing them close, as a small tear trickled down his cheek. “For your love, for your trust, for just being yourselves and brightening each and every day. Saying I love you never seems like enough. I cherish you. I adore you. I wake up thinking about you and see you in my dreams every night when I fall asleep. There is nothing in the world more precious than the two of you. You are every song, every rainbow, every shimmering, amazing star. Thank you both for being exactly who you are and creating a place in your hearts for me.”
One of them was crying. He could feel the tears on his chest, but in this position, all he could do was hug them tighter because the truth was, he was crying too. To think that a million little things could have kept this moment from happening, from Cas fleeing the munch they’d met at, instead of staying long enough to spot him and Mouse, to the fire consuming them, because there was no doubt in his mind that neither would have abandoned the other in their efforts to get out and they’d have perished together, clinging to one another in the face of the flames.
“There is no place in the world I’d rather be, than right here with the two of you,” Cas said softly. “Someday, I’m planning to draw a picture for us to hang on the wall, you in your chaps and harness, and us in our fur and tails.”
On the other side of him, Mouse sniffled. “Home isn’t a place anymore,” he said, hiccupping lightly. “It’s the two of you. It will always just be the two of you for me.”
Garrett caressed the collars he’d bestowed upon them earlier in the day. Super soft and supple for Mouse, and durable, chainmail style for Cas. For every way they were alike, there was something that made each unique.
Something to celebrate. Cherish. Nurture and encourage to bloom.
That was his job as a Daddy, and one he took as seriously as the fires he helped fight.
“Sleep well, precious ones,” Garrett murmured, kissing the top of each head.fairy dust “May your dreams be filled with fairy dust and magic dragons floating among the stars.”
Sighing, Cas let out a sleepy hum. “I’m good with all of that and rose petals too. Just as long as they leave out one thing.”
“What’s that?” Garrett asked, though from the way Cas wiggled a little and shifted positions, he was almost certain he knew.
“Glitter,” Cas and Mouse said simultaneously, filling the room with helpless peels of exhausted laughter. Just like that the tears faded, replaced by giggles and memories of only the most enjoyable parts of the day.
“Never change,” Garrett told them, chuckling too. “Promise me.”
“We promise Daddy,” they chorused, snuggling up again.
“You know I’m determined to hold you to that.”
“We don’t mind,” Mouse murmured.
“Nope,” Cas chimed in. “We don’t mind at all, not as long as we always get to hold you.”
“Bet.”
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Everything changes when I happen to lay eyes on the adorable pup at the club.
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Painted Love by Layla Dorine
Cas's ferret suit is a patchwork collection of stitched-together fur, but he's earnest, honest, and just wants to prove that he can be a good pet.
Mouse is a pet, he's a kitty with a fantastic Daddy and they've been looking for someone to join them in their playtime and perhaps even a whole lot more. Meeting Cas offers a wealth of possibilities. The more time they spend together, the more they bond. But will an arsonist bring all their plans crashing down around them before they ever have the chance to see them realized?
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When friends interfere in Austin’s love life, putting him directly in Gaines path, can they both find what’s missing from their lives: love?
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