Painted Love: A Pride Pet Play Novel, page 7
“Now aren’t you two adorable?”
Mouse heard Daddy G but the words were somewhat fuzzy, the tone though, now that he clearly understood.
Praise.
Preening, Mouse sat up, still straddling Cas. He cocked his head and brushed an annoying clump of hair back from his eyes. Daddy G stroked the strands, scooted closer, and caressed Cas’s too, lavishing affection on them before retrieving a ball. The moment he saw it, Cas scrambled out from under Mouse, sending him sprawling to the floor. Mouse sat up with a disgruntled huff to watch as Cas chased a yarn ball across the floor. He babbered a bit when he pounced on it, then held it between his hands, studying it from all angles, so curious. He poked at it too, tracing his fingers along one strand, all while Mouse waited for him to toss it his way.
Wiggling, Mouse grew impatient as Cas stretched out on the ground with the ball and rested his chin on it, staring dreamy-eyed at the other toys in the pile.
“Hey Mousy look what I’ve got,” Daddy G said, waving something back and forth in front of Mouse’s eyes until he finally focused on it. It was a feather-covered mouse dangling from a string connected to the plastic stick Daddy G held in his hand.
All around the living room, Mouse chased it. Daddy G climbed over the back of the couch and around a chair so that Mouse would have to climb up and over the furniture to have a hope of catching it. When he finally captured it, Mouse realized he was face to face with Cas, who smiled at him and reached out to boop his nose.
The humming babbering sound Cas let out made Mouse want to purr, a pleasant, happy feeling surging through him as he lay on his side and batted a ball towards him. Cas swatted it back, staring into his eyes while Daddy G moved away from them. That was okay, Mouse was busy nudging the ball back to Cas a little crooked, forcing him to lunge to send it back Mouse’s way.
Scampering, Mouse chased after it, missed, and sent it rolling another way. For whatever reason, the damned thing decided to be slippery, mocking him as his fingers sent it careening off in yet another direction. He rounded the corner in hot pursuit just as Cas came around the other side. They both went for the ball and missed it, crashing together in a tangle of arms and legs, hums, purrs, and laughter.
They romped together after that, stalking the ball, arms and sides rubbing against one another as they crept after it. It was a vigorous chase, tiring too, so when Daddy G patted the cushions he’d set up for them, Mouse was more than happy to climb up on one and stretch out in a sunbeam. Cas played with the ball for a while longer, then realized they’d scattered toys everywhere. While Daddy G ran a soft brush through his hair, Mouse watched Cas gather them into a neat little pile in the space between them.
“Awe, you didn’t have to clean up,” Daddy G said. However, Cas seemed quite pleased with himself, and curled towards Mouse until the two of them were wrapped around their cache. “Ohhh. I see now. Guarding your toys, boys?”
Mouse let out a content purr and settled in for a good grooming. The sunlight on his skin felt delicious, and the way it illuminated Cas’s eyes left him staring into them like they were a prism. By the time Daddy G was done, Mouse felt all melty and warm, heavy against the cushion and so content he barely opened his mouth to accept a snack from Daddy G’s fingers. It was only the scent of whipped cream that got his attention. When he complied he was treated to a burst of blackberry juice beneath the sticky sweet cream.
Purring more, he let his eyes drift shut a smidge while Daddy G moved around behind Cas to groom him too.
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Snuggled to Daddy G’s chest, his head pressed against Cas’s, Mouse slowly noticed the changes in the room. It was cooler, for one, the warm sunbeams had retreated beyond the horizon line. The television played Project Runway, another of Garrett’s guilty pleasures. Cas watched him through bleary eyes, their noses inches apart from one another. Reaching up, Mouse slowly and decisively tapped Cas on the nose and grinned.
“I owed you one,” he whispered.
A smile stretched across Cas’s face as he leaned in until their lips were barely touching. “And I owe you something else.”
A lingering hint of cream and berries still lingered on Cas’s lips when Cas gently kissed him, though it was far too brief. When Cas started to pull away, Mouse leaned closer, deepening the kiss, and slipping a hand into Cas’s hair. It was silky soft and cool to the touch as it slid through his fingers. Cas let out the most delicious little moan as his fingers stroked along Mouse’s cheek. It was easy to get lost in one another again, as they had earlier in the day. This time, though, Daddy G was holding them as they made out. Every now and again he let out a low groan or whispered something about how hot they looked and how they were driving him out of his mind.
Mouse loved when Daddy G sounded that way, his voice all husky and half-wrecked with need, but he wouldn’t interrupt, that wasn’t his style. He'd wait and save up all that desire for when they were ready to surrender to him.
Cas looked dreamy-eyed as they inched apart. Mouse was certain he didn’t look any better. He could feel Daddy G stroking his hair and knew he was doing the same thing to Cassidy’s, but that wasn’t going to get them to what Mouse desperately wanted to see.
“Daddy….” Mouse began, sitting up a little more and smiling at him.
“Yes Mousy.”
“Will you do something for me?”
“What would you like me to do little one?”
“Kiss Cassidy.”
Garrett grinned, joy flashing like fireworks in his eyes. “With pleasure.”
As soon as Mouse had scooted off to the side, Daddy G turned Cas in his arms and gazed into his lust-blown eyes.
“You heard our little Mousy, he wants you to kiss me,” Daddy G murmured.
“Uh-uh, he wants you to kiss me.”
“Guess I’d better keep him happy then.”
“Yeah.”
Can’s voice was all breathy when he said that, and he flung his arms around Daddy G’s neck when their lips met. Little groans and grunts echoed from both as Daddy G manhandled Cas until Cassidy was straddling him.
“Mmm you taste good,” Daddy G groaned, licking over Cas’s lips before plundering his mouth again.
When he let go of Cas he kissed Mouse with all the heat and passion Mouse was used to from him. Since Cas was still in Daddy’s G’s lap, Mouse could kiss him too, until there came a point when all three tongues dueled in a fun dance of need and urgency.
“I love how alike you taste,” Daddy G commented as they all struggled to catch their breaths.
“’cause of you and those berries,” Cas murmured, rocking in Daddy G’s lap. Mouse was certain he’d intended the move to get him close enough to rest his head on Daddy G’s shoulder, but that wasn’t the response he got. Daddy G clasped both his hands on Cas’s ass and pulled him so close you couldn’t have slid a piece of paper between them.
Mouse sat eagerly waiting to see what would happen next.
“I don’t think you minded them one bit,” Daddy G replied, nipping Cas’s lip.
“Nope.”
“And how about this?”
With those words, Daddy G rocked Cas over his lap again, no doubt treating him to a feel of the thick cock that lay beneath Daddy G’s sleep pants.
The whine it produced, and the way Cas ground down against Daddy G’s lap, said more than any words he might have uttered. He was clearly enjoying the sensations it produced if how eager he kissed Daddy G was any indication.
“Love it,” Cas declared.
“And this?” Mouse whispered as he slid into Daddy G’s lap behind Cas and ran his hands up and down Cas’s chest. Groaning, Cas rocked forward against Daddy G, then backward, rubbing his ass against Mouse’s erection. The only problem with it all, as far as Mouse was concerned, was that they were all still fully clothed.
“Oh god,” Cas moaned. “You’re a tease.”
“It’s not teasing if I plan to do something about it,” Mouse declared.
“Yeah?” Cas groaned, shivering when Mouse pinched one of his nipples. “W-what?”
That last part ended in a whine as Daddy G chose that moment to nip the side of Cas’s neck.
“Well first, I think I’m gonna get rid of this,” Mouse murmured, tugging at the hem of Cas’s shirt. Cas raised his arms without needing to be told and held still while Mouse worked the shirt over his head and threw it somewhere behind him.
“Look at my pretty pets,” Daddy G said as he pressed Cas into Mouse’s arms so he could lean forward and lick a trail between Cas’s pecks.
Cas gasped and squirmed as Daddy G’s tongue sought out the places that tickled and the spots that left him writhing with need. All the while Mouse held him and played with his hair.
“I love the way he responds to you, Daddy,” Mouse said softly.
“I love the way he responds to both of us.”
“Does that mean we get to keep him?”
“If he wants us to.”
“Please keep me,” Cas pleaded, hooking one hand behind Mouse’s head so he could pull him into a scorching kiss.
“Oh pet, if that’s what you want then that is what you're going to get,” Daddy G told him, waiting for Cas to let Mouse go so he could kiss them too.
“You make me so happy, Daddy,” Mouse said, hugging Cas to him.
“Me too…Daddy,” Cas said, choking back a gasp. Mouse watched the look of pure pleasure bloom on Daddy G’s face as he looked up from where he’d marked Cas’s chest.
Last year, when Mouse first said it, Daddy G explained how precious a gift it was. It was clear from how brightly he smiled that it was just as precious hearing Cassidy say it now.
“Say that again,” Daddy G demanded, a hint of a growl creeping into his voice. It made Mouse giggle and Cas grin.
“Yes…Daddy.”
“God, I am going to make you scream that for me all night.”
“Won’t the neighbors care?” Cas asked cheekily, to which Daddy G replied by biting his nipple and making Cas squirm and groan for him.
“What did I say?” Daddy G snarled when he was done leaving the imprint of his teeth in Cas’s pale skin.
“That I would scream for you all night!” Cas declared, moaning when Daddy G ran his hands up his jean-covered thighs until his thumbs brushed over his zipper.
“Then how about we get rid of some of these clothes, huh?" Daddy G encouraged, finally withdrawing his hands from Cas and Mouse, so they could slide off his lap and back onto the floor.
“That means you too,” Cas said, turning to Mouse and peeling his shirt off. Feeling Cas’s hands sliding up and down his back made Mouse shiver and long to get to the naked parts faster. He’d been dying to see Cas’s cock, but Cas seemed hell-bent on getting Mouse naked first. Like when they played earlier, he pounced on Mouse, but this time, Cas didn’t allow himself to be rolled over. He pinned Mouse’s hips to the floor and took his time licking Mouse's smooth belly.
Nuzzling, Cas rubbed his face over Mouse’s crotch and mouthed his cock through the brightly colored cloth, leaving a wet patch on his sleep pants.
“Is Cassidy playing with one of Daddy’s toys without Daddy’s permission?”
Daddy G’s voice cut through the haze of lust clouding Mouse’s mind. While Cas had been teasing Mouse, they'd forgotten to do what Daddy G had asked of them. Cas knew it too. He immediately sat up and glanced over his shoulder, his voice contrite when he spoke.
“I’m sorry Daddy.”
“Don’t be sorry pet, fix it,” Daddy G encouraged.
Scrambling to his feet, Cas was a flurry of motion. He hopped around, struggling to get his socks off, popping the button on his jeans, and finally shimmying out of them. He wore boxers with cartoon bunnies on them. They were the cutest thing Mouse had seen in quite a while.
“How about you give me a show to make up for not following orders the first time?" Daddy G asked, stopping Cas cold. He’d been about to yank them down, Mouse could tell by the way he gripped the waistband. Now, a shy smile crossed Cas’s lips as he rolled his hips and pushed just a part of one side down. Swiveling, he pulled it back up again, pushed the other side down, shook his ass, and swayed side to side, teasing, taunting, and otherwise flaunting himself for them. Only when he'd spent some time moving to the music in his head, did he finally take them off. By then he was the last one naked, and Daddy G’s eyes had taken on a look of undisguised lust.
He'd pulled the lube out from underneath the couch too and had already slicked up his cock, his warm gaze appraising Cassidy, who dropped to his hands and knees and crawled across the floor to him.
“Who wants to ride Daddy’s cock?” Garrett growled.
“Me, me, me, please” Cas declared, rubbing his face against Daddy G’s thigh.
“Then you’ll need to stay just like that and let Mouse prep you.”
The babbling sounds of agreement were timed perfectly with Daddy G holding the lube out to him. Mouse took it and slicked his fingers, kissed the small of Cas’s back, and pressed just the tip of one finger to his hole. He didn’t press inward, he just tapped a few times, getting Cas used to having him there. Circling, he spread lube all around, slicking him up good before breaching him.
By then the only sounds Cas was making were urgent ones, begging to be on Daddy G’s impressive dick.
“Do you think he can take me now?” Daddy G asked Mouse. Cas’s head was still on Daddy G's thigh, his babbling leaving a slick trail of spit from all his whining.
“Oh yes, Daddy.”
“Alright pet,” Daddy G said, hauling Cas up and back into his lap again. “You heard him. Ride me.”
From where he was kneeling, Mouse had the perfect view of Daddy G’s thick cock disappearing inch by inch inside Cas’s tight hole. His fellow pet was moaning, his head thrown back as he sank down on it, Daddy G’s hands on his hips, controlling how fast he took it inside him.
“Oh…oh shit,” Cas groaned when he bottomed out. Squirming, he didn’t bounce so much as rock himself back and forth, producing friction that had Daddy G’s eyes rolling back in his head. Mouse had watched his Daddy cum many times, usually buried deep in Mouse, but this time, he got to watch Cas take him to the edge and drive him over, Cas’s cries mingling with Daddy G’s when they came.
They looked so limp and sated when they were done, that Mouse didn’t have the heart to remind them that the night was still young, and that was only round one.
Chapter 8
The play party with no play
“How’d you sleep?” Daddy G asked, his voice low and sleep roughened.
“Remarkably,” Cas murmured, pressing his face against the back of Mouse’s shoulder.
The other pet was still asleep, soundly so, limp, and completely dead to the world if his adorable little snores were any indication.
Garrett nuzzled the back of his neck and nipped lightly. “You’re not sore, are you?”
“Not at all. I can’t remember the last time I felt this good.”
“I’m glad. You were so wild for us it was hard to keep any shred of control with you.”
“I like you out of control and growling in my ear,” Cas moaned, Daddy G’s fingers having found his nipples. He tweaked them, drawing a sharp gasp from Cas.
“Oh do you?” Daddy G practically purred in his ear. “What if I wanted to see some control out of you?"
“Wh-what?”
“I’m gonna fuck you right here, right now,” Daddy G declared. “Gonna press you against Mouse and I don’t want to hear a single sound from you. Don’t you dare wake him up.”
“What…what happens if I do?” Cas hissed.
Daddy G’s chuckle was low, rough, and positively thrilling.
“Well then, I guess I’ll have to punish my pet now won’t I?”
Daddy G gave one nipple a particularly rough twist, and Cas arched against him, whining, and rubbing his backside against Daddy G’s thick erection. Last night, as he’d sunk down on it for the first time, he’d found himself stretched wider than he’d ever been before. Instead of hurting it had excited him and left him wanting to feel the way Daddy G moved inside him. It had rubbed all the right places and left him weak-legged and seeing stars. He couldn’t wait to experience it again, though he didn’t know how he was supposed to keep quiet when it felt amazing every time Daddy G was inside of him.
“Punish how?” He asked, making sure to keep his voice low.
“Now if I told you that, where would the fun be?”
“B-but….ohhhhhhh,” Daddy G hadn’t waited for him to voice his next question, he’d just slid inside Cas’s already loose hole.
“Remember the rule, don’t wake him,” Daddy G growled low in his ear.
“Eeep,” Cas gasped when Daddy G nudged that sweet spot inside him that made everything feel amazing.
With one hand on his hip, and the other clutching his shoulder, Daddy G rocked into him. The soft slap of flesh hitting flesh soon filled the room. Cas wanted to ask if it counted if Mouse woke up because of how hard Daddy G was fucking him, but he worried that if he opened his mouth every cry he longed to make would spill out.
Loudly.
He barely stifled a gasp, choking on it to keep it in. Daddy G pummeled his sweet spot with damn near every thrust, waves upon waves of pleasure washing over him. It was almost too much, and he clenched his cheeks, wanting to feel the slow drag of Daddy G’s cock deep within his depths. It wrenched a harsh cry from Daddy G, which resulted in a low moan from Mouse, who stirred against him.
“Don’t. Wake. Mouse!” Daddy G harshly whispered, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.
Cas would have loved to answer him, to say it wasn’t Cas that was going to wake him up when it dawned on him that was part of the game. Cas suddenly understood that he wasn’t just responsible for his own response, but Daddy G’s too.
