Three to Tango (Deante and Lasciel

[Deante]

Jonah sat on the couch, his fingers absently strumming through Amy's hair as the cheetah lay across his lap. Already a little drowsy, it didn't help that the last two scenes on Six of Crows were slow and pleasant--travel in one case, alliance building between characters he didn't care about in another. Seemed more like filler really.

Then the focus changed to Sarnin coming in to get information and confront Malic, and Jonah's ears went up immediately. While both characters were good, he liked Malic. Mysterious with a murky agenda, manipulative, sensual, and trouble with a capital T, in another genre with a differeng gender he'd be a definite femme fatale. On screen, the tone went from veiled threats to more open tension, with the two close. Then--like it had happened with a female character earlier--Malic turned the tension sexual. Seductive and still dangerous.

Jonah went very still.

Sarnin fought fire with fire, the two nearly touching noses, and the tenor was so sharp it wasn't clear if they were going to kiss or fight. It seemed more violent, as Sarnin was more given to--and then they were aggressively kissing. For several moments a clear power struggle for who was going to be on top raged, with Malic losing. The expression on his face though as he pressed hands to the wall and pushed back though was that either losing was very alright, or he'd taken a dive. (Or fucking Sarnin was all according to plan, as some fans suggested on the forum later.)

The soft lap Amy was resting on before was now very rigid, the jackal's erection so hard and sudden that were he not wearing something, the tip might be in her ear. While the scent of him had been barely noticable, now it had kicked up a notch.

While the show wasn't shy, the sexs scenes themselves weren't long, and Jonah was so distratcted he didn't realize until the scene transition that he'd grinded against Amy's head. For a whole new reason the jackal froze, holding his breath.

 

[lasciel]

Amy had, of course, read the books.

It wasn't a fact she lorded over Jonah, and had mentioned only at the start for reasons why she trusted the show to be good. She was careful to not hint at spoilers, and while she'd known for weeks Malic's scene with Sarnin was coming (both figuratively and literally), she'd said nothing to her husband whenever they'd discussed the episodes and the potential future twists the morning after a new installment dropped. Not that she hadn't been thinking about it. Quite the opposite, though much of her attention had been to the online discussion about Malic's actor, who was both an accomplished thespian and an extremely heterosexual person. There had been speculation as to whether the scene between Malic and Sarnin would come off as wooden, or properly capture the passion present in the scene as written in the original text.

But, as Malic (or rather, his actor) flipped that switch on the scene the same way he'd done with several other female characters, Amy's fears were assuaged. Sarnin's actor had starred in a popular gay rom-com a few years ago and his talents here were not in question, but Malic's actor proved move than up to the task as well as the two men stared each other down. Or, as things proved to be, gazed heatedly into each other's eyes.

Jonah's sudden tension caught up to her a moment later. Her tail twitched in limbic response, but she kept it from fluffing or thumping back against the cushions of the couch behind them with effort. His fingers had ceased their idle combing through her pale locks as well, and she worried for a moment that something in the scene was making him uncomfortable. He'd expressed an appreciation for Malic, and Amy wondered if his willingness to play both sides of the field was changing how he saw the character.

She went still as well, and was planning how to subtly turn her face up to look at him rather than the screen when she realized that it was no longer the firmness of his thigh that her cheek was pressed against. Her nose twitched as she sharply inhaled, and the scent that followed confirmed her perception of a very unlikely outcome.

Now Amy held still for a different reason. There was a sudden tension in their living room, not too dissimilar from the one Sarin and Malic had shared moments ago, that she wasn't eager to break. Not even for the admittedly awkward sensation of her husband half trying to hump her face, which she tolerated with a hidden grin as she pretend to watch the scene unfolding on the television. It was over almost as quick as it'd started, cutting to a (yet-)unrelated scene in another story-line through a view down a goblet of wine, and then the picture froze.

"And here I was, thinking I'd have to wait until the end of the episode to get frisky this time," Amy remarked with the usual huskiness that colored her voice whenever she was thinking about sex. It wasn't the first time they'd paused the show mid-episode for an inspired round of lovemaking. This time, though, she'd taken the initiative herself, having awkwardly stretched one paw to hit the remote on the coffee table without otherwise upsetting her languid drape over both the couch and her husband's lap. Now she nuzzled her nose against his crotch, and a low purr rumbled up from her chest in nonverbal encouragement.

 

[Deante]

It didn't hurt that the show diverged some from the books. Sometimes for convenience, others to provide smaller arcs, and some just to surprise those like Amy and keep them guessing. No spoilers was a definitely appreciated move, although sometimes Jonah was excited to see some outcome, and she would just smile. He was content to merely watch without plugging into the fandom at all--there were other book series being filming, ones that he'd read and Amy hadn't, so soon the roles would be reversed. If the cheetah was interested. That graphic novel one had the director she liked on board, at least.

With the scene over, his stomach sewed up into a knot, and given how still he was, he could've balanced a bottle on his head. No way Amy could miss how rock hard he was. Of course the sudden anxiety didn't flag that persistent flesh one bit. Would she comment? Now, or later?

When she finally did and it had nothing to do with the why, all the air and tension went out of him with a pleased rrr noise. The jackal's tail, threaded through the slot in the couch for just that purpose, lifted from an instinctive downward tuck. Now it stirred with a contented swush against the material.

This time pressing up against her muzzle was intentional. The only thing separating them was a thin layer of pajama pants for lounging. "Is a load in your mouth what you're after tonight, or is this just enough suction to get my attention?" The question was a well established habit, one of both opening communication about desires and needs...and an excuse for plain ol' dirty talk.

A paw dropped to brush down her front and cupped a breast so that he could tease her nipple before she could roll over. He looked down the length of her body admiringly. Amy knew quite well the impact of wearing "just a shirt" as bedwear, and he appreciated it even more that she sought out mens shirts bigger than herself, for that loose draping look; grabbing one of his, while still attractive, left no mysteries. Despite the temptation and the precarious drape of the shirt, Jonah hadn't peeked to see what cut of panties she was wearing either. Another one of those things Amy knew the impact of, even if it was more particular to his tastes. Usually whatever style was a clue what kind of intentions she had for the evening, and if she wanted him to see she'd flaunt them. So he tried to avoid spoiling the reveal.

 

[lasciel]

In all honestly Amy hadn't been planning any sort of intentions for mid-viewing. Jonah's response to Malic's reveal had taken her utterly by surprise, but she saw no reason to make him sit and stew in that fact. Like many other similar evenings when she'd anticipated no especially titillating content in their viewing she'd chosen a comfortable if still flatteringly-cut deep green bikini, the soft cotton adding a splash of color against the cream-colored fur of her loins when she pulled her knees beneath her and pressed her rump into the air. The motion sent most of her oversized shirt to bunch up against her shoulders as she twisted in-place to put herself fully stomach-down against Jonah's thigh.

(Had the evening gone as Amy had expected, of course, he wouldn't have seen her panties at all. The cheetah was rather good at losing them somewhere between the living room and the bedroom, when the mood struck her.)

"Mmm... I think I'll suck you off right here." Amy pronounced after several moments' deliberation, though she'd already known her choice before she'd turned.

A proper round of fucking was likely as not to leave them both in no shape to ask or answer questions. And despite her air of indifference towards what had sparked Jonah's attention, the cheetah was not willing to give up her prey so easily. If he'd simply gotten hard but not watched with such rapt attention that would've been one thing, she knew male anatomy sometimes just did that. But Jonah had been -- was -- aroused by the scene. And his wife wanted to dig into that, if with the best possible intentions.

But that digging would come later. Something (someone?) else needed to come first, and Amy wasted no more time in hooking two fingers from her dominant paw over the waistband of Jonah's pants and tugging down-and-over his erect member. Her muzzle butted him again, the soft fur of her cheek rubbing up and along the underside of his turgid length, and she paused with the tip balanced carefully against her nose.

Amy gave her husband a sidelong glance upwards, grinned, and reached up over her scalp to brush her white-blonde hair over one shoulder. Usually she kept a hair-tie on one wrist, but her most recent one had snapped and she hadn't thought to replace it from the bedroom yet. But he liked her hair down anyway, mid-back-length now that she'd been growing it out practically since they'd first met (when she'd sported a stylish pixie-cut). He'd gotten good about warning her when he was close besides, so it was extremely rare for the kind of accident that would require an unscheduled wash to occur anyway.

(Not that stray hairs tickling one's nose during oral sex, especially with a predator's set of teeth, was a great plan on it's own...)

Tilting her head slightly and opening her mouth, she caught the tip of his cock on her tongue and let his length slide backwards into his throat as her lips closed around his shaft. One paw planted on his thigh, the other gripping the base of his length where it disappeared into the sheath, she began to bob her head in long slow motions that gave her dexterous tongue ample time to lap up the underside of him and tease the more sensitive spots around the head. All the while she arched her back to press her ample breasts into his thigh (and the hand she expected to soon rejoin as well). It wasn't a blowjob meant to last the whole evening, not for the pace and stimulation she chose, but that didn't stop it from being enthusiastic all the same.

 

[Deante]

Jonah watched her hips rise up, eyeing the line of her bared back and the forest-green wrapped ass hike. As she turned his paw pulled back traced the curve of her spine, settling to press into the small of her back as Amy sunk down. He couldn't reach her butt, not without leaning sideways, and that was just awkward, so he set to caressing that arch in lazy strokes. That was the one downside to receiving oral--nothing for him to do except applaud when it was over.

That she wasn't kneeling was proof it wasn't a big production. His wife could put on a show--and not just with the act itself, but her expressions, those eyes gazing up at him at pointed moments. Watching was (almost) half the fun, and better than anything on a screen. Here there wasn't much to see but the back of her head. Not being a flashy performance wasn't a problem and Jonah definitely wasn't about to complain.

There was a thing or to Jonah could do to tease. His fingers spread on that spotted back before curling in again, nails dragging little furrows in the fur. Stroking higher, his palm settled on the base of her neck, and a thumb rose up to trail his nail through the dense fur of the cheetah's scruff. The trick was to mimic a tooth while still not doing anything that instinctively felt like a bite--not unless he was going to facefuck her, and that wasn't Jonah's style.

Indeed, he was good about warning, and Amy was in charge of where he came. Facials or messy breasts looked cute on film but in reality it needs to be aimed and in the moment's heat the jackal was not a good shot. Best to let her put it where she felt like it at the time.

This not being meant to take long, Amy knew what he liked most. Suction got the biggest reaction, especially near the tip, and bobbing was second best. Everything else was good for teasing, pleasant but not going to take him the distance.

 

[lasciel]

In her mind, what Amy was doing wasn't even the main course, but just a light snack to take the edge off. While their usual routine would've called for something a little more involved, she knew they could pick up where they left off once more after the episode really was over. And after other discussions had happened, too. If Jonah wanted to have that discussion.

But a light snack didn't imply a mediocre snack, and years together gave her an expert hand (or rather, mouth) when it came to pleasuring her husband. Lots of attention with her tongue, high and low, to ensure he was nice and slick with her saliva. Feline tongues were a little rougher than canine ones, and a blowjob heavy in spit was essential to keeping the experience pleasurable. Some attention with a paw on the parts of the shaft she couldn't take into her mouth, as the sideways approach prohibited anything resembling deep-throating. And, finally, withdrawing the attention of her lips and tongue to the last few inches, especially the sensitive tip which she lapped and sucked at in time with the pumping of her paw, digits wrapped around his shaft with her non-retractable claws carefully kept away from the swollen flesh.

It didn't take terribly long, because Amy wasn't drawing it out, and Jonah wasn't trying to hold back. The thumb against her scruff tapped, his breathing grew shallow, and she could feel his thighs tense beneath her ample bosom even if he held back from bucking up into her face. Increasing her pace but shortening her range of motion the cheetah now focused her mouth entirely on sucking and lapping at the tip, pumping with her paw and keeping her lips locked just past the head to prevent any unwanted messes. They hadn't brought a towel for the couch, after all, and while everyone assumed any furnishings in a young couple's home had been fucked-on, it was considered polite to avoid any obvious stains where guests could see.

She added a low humming vibration to her treatment, a low purr in her chest that rumbled up her throat and into her jaw, and then Jonah's cock was spurting cum onto her tongue. Her attentions continued until the pulses became twitches, and after a quick cleaning with her tongue she pulled away entirely before pleasure could become over-stimulated pain. Licking her chops, she twisted in-place to look up at him from his lap, though her haunches had only rotated half the way 'round.

Despite her contorted position she stretched, all four paws going in separate directions and her body shivering as she made something in her spine pop, then sighed in contentment. The purr that followed this time was entirely unconscious, and made her voice lower and huskier when she spoke. "Don't you think that doesn't mean we're not going again later tonight. But, mmm, you did seem in need of some more immediate relief."

Amy watched him from his lap, violet eye soft and blinking in the slow way of affectionate cats as she waited for him to say something. If he wouldn't, she'd push -- later. But now she left the proverbial ball in his court, to either resume the episode, or speak up about the thing she was sure they were both thinking of.

 

[Deante]

Indeed, not long, especially when delivering exactly what got him there. Panting transitioned into a lolling tongue (and a few errant drops of drool pattering her ear). Those cute, quiet whimpers picking up. Then as the tension really climbed his clenched butt pushed into the couch, and a hurried, breathless gasp of a pet name was the warning for the iminentn release. Locking her lips behind his crown and tugging hauled him across that finish line, reducing him to a panting pool of relaxed muscles.

Half-lidded eyes regarded her, and he smiled dreamily. "And here I was about to ask if you wanted me to return the favor and show my appreciation." He stroked her side a moment before reaching up to run fingers through that lovely hair, affectionate and moving it out of her face at the same time. That was also habitual of him--post-orgasm was either a desire to cuddle and doze like he thought he was a cat, or to make a little space and cool off from the heavy exertion.

The orgasm lag left him slow to catch the cues of Amy's continued silent gaze. While still languid and cool, his expression went serious, his eyes going from her, to anywhere-but-her. "Yeah... thanks." That sounded lame even to his now flicked-back ears. Deceptive actor he was not.

Come on, say something. If he didn't acknowledge it, that would say it was a big deal (which it was), and make her want to pry even more.

"Uh so, was that in the book?" Not changing the subject, exactly, not overly hiding from it at least. "The last time he played seducer, it was only to mess with Yannara." As soon as she'd warmed up to his advance, Malic had pulled back into playing hard to get before walking off, leaving her aroused, frustrated, and full of doubts. "Before, you said something about the actor? I see what you mean now. Or didn't. He looked very...in character."

 

[lasciel]

Amy winced when her husband looked away, and the rumble in her chest died. He looked uncomfortable. Maybe she should've continued on as if nothing had happened, given him a few days to think about it? Well, she'd made her nest now and she'd have to sleep in it. Despite her attempt to play-it-cool her own tail had begun to flick at the end, telegraphing her subtle anxiety.

Finally, Jonah broke the ice and Amy wanted to sigh in relief. Instead, she replied with a small nod of affirmation, silent still as he continued to try to navigate back out of the bog they'd both stumbled into.

"Oh, Aaron Matthews knocked it out of the park. A lot of us on the forum were skeptical because, you know, he's straight and this was his first role as a non-heterosexual character. And Malic especially..." Amy chuckled knowingly. "But he was rather convincing there, wouldn't you say? Something there caught your attention, at least." Turning her head to the side she planted a quick peck on the tip of his softening cock, then smiled back up at him. Her tail had gone from twitching anxiously to a slow, sinuous wave of intrigue, matched by slightly-widened pupils and perked ears.

 

[Deante]

Finally she said something. That waiting silence was always so excruciating...which was the point.

And then his sweet Amy both talked about what she wanted, teased him, and made it clear she was the warmest person around. It would be frustrating how good she was at getting him if the cheetah just wasn't so wonderful overall. And really, why was he struggling? This was her, and she might even like the news...

Jonah gave a long sigh through his nose. That resigned tell he was going to do whatever it was. Though this position was simply odd for a real conversation. "Sit up?"

Tugging his lounge pants in place, the jackal pressed his side against hers and put an arm around her, snuggling in. The position was comfortable, intimate, and it wasn't a natural 'face to face' one, giving each of them a side view. So it wouldn't be weird if he wasn't looking at her. "I might, possibly, have a slight attraction to guys. Itty bitty." He shot her a side long glance, smiling sheepishly, before continuing. "Not most of them. I don't..." That expression turned thoughtful as he stared at nothing. "I think it's more that what really appeals to me is feminine. I see a masculine woman, some broad-shouldered lioness or tough hyena and nah. So remotely masculine guys don't even register. But a slender, pretty guy..."

The jackal traced geometric shapes in the spots on her leg. "Like Matthews. Or Sebastian Jalari. Or that gazelle Davies, in that one mystery on the tropical island?" He squirmed. Or was that a shiver? "They look good. Sarnin's actor is a little too toned when you see him from the front, but that scene where he's bathing in the waterfall and those bandits mistook him for a woman?" The jackal bit his lip.

Which couldn't have been the whole story. Jonah had been dryhumping the back of her head, certainly a more powerful reaction than other spicy scenes they've seen. Alright maybe one or two in other media could compare, but those were pushing other buttons of his she already knew about. Nothing as simple as a yummy girl having sex had set the same fire.

 

[lasciel]

Amy knew their chat had turned serious when Jonah asked her to sit up, and promptly put his cock away. There were just some conversations one didn't have with your junk hanging out. This was apparently one of them, and she wasn't sure if that was a good sign or a bad sign. Her own anxiety threatened to rear it's ugly head again but she forced it back down with effort as she sat up.

Seated they were nearly of a height, and she would've put an arm over his shoulder if he hadn't done the same first. She settled instead for resting one paw on his nearby thigh, and unlike her earlier touch there was nothing sexual about it. Just loving comfort, and patience, as her husband sorted his thoughts out both inside and outside of his head. His sheepish smile was met with a smile in-kind, and a squeeze of her paw around his leg, but she let him continue.

So, feminine but not necessarily female? Amy kept her rhetorical question to herself, but already she had a sense of where he was going with this. The trick was that he had to get there himself. And he was almost there... just needed a bit more nudging.

"Sarnin's also three-halves a motherless cunt, so I don't blame your taste there." Amy replied with a chuckle, leaning her cheek against his bare shoulder. Then she sighed, letting out the remainder of the tension she'd been subconsciously holding for the past few minutes. "So, you find some pretty boys to be pretty. Or... is your discomfort about being envious of Sarnin's position back there?" She continued, both ears swiveling to the front.

 

[Deante]

That got a barking laugh. "You're quoting again." He's pretty sure he'd heard that, but even so, 'motherless cunt' was just not the sort of thing that would usually pop out of Amy's mouth.

Jonah was thankful she tucked her cheek against his shoulder. Because the next question set his ears back, and behind them, his tail tucked again. "...no," he said cautiously. After a moment's consideration, he leaned forward and scooped up the remote. But rather than starting the show, he hit the 'back 10 seconds' button several times, started it to nudge things up just a little...

Sarrin managed to turn Malic around and bit his scruff. That ended the fight, but not the rough action--Sarrin drove him up against the wall, so flush that Malic had to turn his head and resting a cheek on it. The yank of clothes. Only then Sarrin let go, and he kept Malic pinned with a paw. As soon as his scruff was let loose, Malic shoved his hips back, arching and presenting.

Pausing the show again, he turned and tucked his muzzle into Amy's ear. "I'm...I wanna be Malic there," he confessed. That was the embarrassment, his words careful, raw. "He's being taken here. Just overpowered." The jackal was hard again. "Some masculine guy doing it, it's more...I don't know, threatening? The thought of some big dude shoving me around and holding me down raises my hackles, it scares me. But as soon as I picture some pretty thing..." He squeezed her waist.

That did track. Jonah's favorite position was on bottom. And while he was perfectly happy to kneel in front of her, getting his muzzle ridden did earn a more enthusiastic performance. Yet beyond asking for her to go a little harder, use her teeth, there hadn't been a strong demand for being dominated.

"I don't know what to do with that," he admitted. "Being the catcher is one thing--that seems uncomfortable maybe but sure, fine. But being used? Being made into a, well, a bitch?" He tucked his nose in her hair. "Letting someone have that kind of control... it's scary in a different way. And then I feel guilty because I realize that it's being a lazy lover too, because I just want it done to me. Just take it." But I don't even know what I should do in that situation. Everything I've been orientd towards has been about using my cock and now suddenly I'm not, I'm playing the part of the girl and I don't know how to do that. And..." He took a deep breath. "And I don't know!" The swirl of emotions was too strong, and some cases nebulous. He thought he'd covered everything, but wasn't sure, and now, the rush of confession mixing with all that stirred up feeling had him too caught up, and now lost.

 

[lasciel]

Good, she'd gotten him to laugh. But it proved a short-lived victory judging from the defensive body language he assumed as he pondered the more substantial question she'd posed. He was upset, it was her fault, and the thought made her chest ache. Amy wasn't the kind of cat to knock the remote from his hand and demand a discussion, but she still eyed the device with trepidation as her husband reached for it.

He didn't continue the show, though. He didn't turn off the television, either, but scrubbed backwards through the scene-of-interest to just where the episode earned it's R rating.

The showrunners had elected to play things up a little but the scene still followed the same beats as the books had. Or maybe that had been the actors themselves. Matthews, even if he hadn't played a bisexual character before, certainly did nothing by half-measures. Amy's eyes tracked to the screen to follow the replay, but her attention remained on her husband besides her. Her ears gave it away, swiveling slightly to better catch the sounds of his movement.

And then came the second half of his confession. Quieter, more uncertain. She bit back reminding Jonah of what she'd just said about Sarnin, because she knew it was her own anxiety urging her to fill the slightly too-long silences between his words. Instead she leaned slightly into his touch, but not far enough to bump his nose against the inside of her ear; that was never pleasant.

When he was done she let the silence linger, taking time to compose her own reply in her head before she said something flippant. In college she'd often her tongue get away from her (in more ways than one), now she was older and wiser and could recognize her own bad behavior. And while Jonah -- sweet, patient, wonderful Jonah -- was usually her anchor against the storm her own thoughts could be, it was now her turn to be the same for him.

"Hey. Come here," the cheetah started, twisting and wrapping both arms around him to pull him against her chest. Through an ample bosom and short fur and a layer of fabric he could hear and feel the deep rumble of her purr, this time the effect entirely for him. Slowly stroking his hair with one paw, she continued, "Playing the part of the girl isn't so hard, I promise." A warm chuckle accompanied her words, conveying her unspoken knowing from experience. "And it's not lazy, what you want. You're used to thinking of sex in one way, and it's different, but..." She shrugged.

"Is this..." Amy paused and took in a breath. "Is this something you want to act on?" There were harnesses, she knew, that could let a woman wear a dildo and fuck someone with it. It wasn't something she'd ever been interested in, but making Jonah happy was interest enough. The rest was harder, as the cheetah knew she didn't have a controlling bone in her body. Taking a more assertive position in the bedroom, planning their activities, that she could do and did so with enthusiasm. But it sounded like her husband wanted something more than that, and she worried she'd fall short.

 

[Deante]

Again it was the silence after he'd spoken that dug into him. And here was the double-edged sword of tucking his face against her and hiding. Avoiding her gaze and reaction meant Jonah now didn't know what she was thinking. Granted this was Amy. JHe'd once joked to a friend that if he said he wanted throw away his career to become a monk in a hut on a mountain top, she'd be checking prices on yurts and solar panels. Judgment simply wasn't something he should be worried about. It was only the anxiety of baring something vulnerable.

"Well you do make it look so easy," he replied, eyes welcoming. "It is different. And when you start back to zero., it's overwhelming I guess?"

The next question though blew his skirt up. Ears stood straight and his eyes widened, that muzzle forming a little 'o'. Going from thought to actual action hadn't even occurred to him, and it put him right back into that scary potential place. Instinctively he wanted to say "No" but swallowed it. Not only would she see through that, but it might put a sour note on the conversation. Here he was, opening up, only to immediately slam the door. Instead Jonah glanced to the TV, Malic's wicked, pleased tense expression suggesting he had just been penetrated and loved it. Looking back sidelong, he asked, "Is 'I don't know' okay?"

But he picked up on her concern too, the possible outcome from an itch unscratched: cheating or unhappiness. Pulling back from the embrace, the jackal stroked down her arms to capture both paws in his and squeeze. "I love you. And I've never been unhappy in the bedroom. If we hadn't had this conversation, I'd be going along merrily, never really thinking about it. This is seeing skydiving on TV and saying 'that looks scary but fun', so don't ever think I'll run off with some drag queen, or stare at the ceiling thinking 'what if'." Lifting her paws, he kissed one, then the other, and gave her the big, warm puppy eyes. "You're it, putty tat."

He hadn't even considered the possibility of pegging, of her doing it since it hinged on his attraction to men, to a guy delivering the action. Yet Jonah had lied. He would've thought about it, because he had in the past. It was a bigger deal than something that "looked fun". No way could something of a casual interest produce so much anxiety and discomfort.

 

[lasciel]

Jonah's glance to the TV, rather than any immediate answer, was telling. Even if he'd said no Amy wouldn't have believed him then and there. There was too much going on in his head, too much tension in his body language, to suggest such a simple response. Hell, even a simple yes would've left her suspicious. But what he said, and the uncertainty in his voice, matched what her gut suggested.

She'd been about to affirm that I don't know was perfectly fine when he pulled back, and now it was his turn to comfort her. Because she was a little worried. Not that he'd run away, never that he'd be disloyal. The ideas were alien to her mind. But him quietly suffering, becoming bored or dissatisfied with the intimacy they shared? Amy could see that. If he was unhappy about something she couldn't possibly correct he'd try to protect her from it. Not because he wanted to be dishonest, but because if what he truly wanted was something she was physically incapable of he would see no reason to leave them both miserable.

It wouldn't be for several weeks that she'd consider that she didn't have to be the one to provide what he was missing.

"I know, my love." Amy pulled free the paw he hadn't kissed and cupped his muzzle. Her eyes trailed down his body, and she finally realized he'd gotten hard again, probably while re-watching the scene and discussing it. She looked back up, before he could realize she'd caught his subtle lie. "And I love you, too, which is why I ask. You know how much I adore seeing that goofy, blissful smile of yours." Her thumb scratched his jowls idly. "But I also don't want to pressure you into something." Tipping his jaw upward she leaned in to kiss the tip of his snout, then pulled back to recline against the couch, holding his other arm to pull over her shoulder.

"Would it be better if I let you think about this for a while? This doesn't-- doesn't have to change anything, but maybe you'll figure out if there's anything actionable you'd like." And that would give Amy time to do her own research. She certainly couldn't be the only wife in the world in her position. Not that there was anything to fix, per-se, but she knew if there was a way to make him happier, she wanted to find it. He'd have done the same for her, were their positions reversed.

 

[Deante]

As disloyalty was alien to Amy, idea of being unsatisfied was foreign to him. There was too much love there, and too much pleasure besides. Even if she swore off oral forever, he'd be a little disappointed but still quite content with her. There was never a feeling of "the same old". Unless middle age parked an iceberg on her ovaries, he couldn't imagine the cheetah's passion or willingness cooling.

He exaggerated that goofy smile, before tilting his muzzle into her thumb. The kiss left him licking his nose, smiling cozily. "I know. Being asked isn't a problem. Answering though can be tougher." He curled up against her, tail now the lazy sway of a comfy wag. Then he immediately pulled away, to grab the remote, but didn't press the button. "Sure, I can think about it. I'll have to find all new porn sites," he teased, glancing sidelong at her.

Really though, he had no idea what action there was to take. Even now he knew he wasn't interested in just anything crammed up his butt. Looking at the frozen image of the two gorgeous guys going at it, he knew that silicone wouldn't do. Pressing the 'forward 15 seconds' button brought them to the next scene.

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"Would this work?" Jonah lifted a piece from the pile. While most of the elements for his costume was easy to find, Amy's was proving to be a bit more elusive. So far the second thrift store was proving more fruitful. Had the party been held in the autumn, when most masquerades were a thing, the effort would be easier, but "making things easy" and "Malia" the party-thrower didn't exist in the same time zone. This time of year meant options were DIY or looking online, and that usually proved more expensive. And less fun. The hunt, as it were.

The theme of the party was specific but flexible enough: characters from media. This being Malia, if one broke the rules (like not dressing up at all), they'd be forced to wear a goofy hat the whole night, or some other hijinx that only took one or two unfortunate souls to teach everyone you either came to play along or you didn't come at all.

 

[lasciel]

Understanding that a wag was a happy motion for him had taken some effort when they'd first started dating, but after so many years Amy recognized the change immediately. While she knew their conversation wasn't the end of it - by her own words they'd revisit it at some point - they were back off those rocky shoals and into calmer and more familiar waters. They'd touched upon the issue, examined it, and now had given each other the space to think about it in more depth.

"I'm happy to watch it with you," Amy replied, matching his sidelong glance with her own and a small knowing grin. "Even if I don't get it."

For the cheetah, porn could be intellectually and artistically interesting, but there was something about watching two (or more) people have sex on a screen that failed to excite her in the same way it clearly excited Jonah (or, really, a lot of other people). He knew that, she knew that, and he also knew that she did enjoy the effect it had on him. Feeling his cock come out of it's sheath as she sat in his lap was more than enough motivation for her to drag a laptop or tablet into bed even if the media du jour lacked appeal.

When he'd restarted the show she adjusted her position once more, returning to using his thighs as a pillow as he scrubbing forwards through the rest of Malic and Sarnin's sex scene. The rest of the episode proved far less tantalizing. And Amy's thoughts were elsewhere, besides.

---

In the end, he'd only needed a little nudging, though Amy was still surprised at the direction things had gone. They'd not circled back to his burgeoning interest in (feminine) men, no more than in the occasional few minutes of mutually-watched porn as foreplay-to-foreplay. Compared to other erotica she'd watched, she would admit it was a little more appealing, for being two men attractive men with no women getting in-the-way. But even then the appeal was primarily aesthetic (though her husband was clearly getting his own kicks out of it).

No, where they'd made their push into unexplored territory turned out to be in Jonah's own sense of femininity. It had started innocently enough, with a discussion of a new installment in an ongoing mystery serial that Jonah was enamored with. Amy found the series too boring for her own tastes, which ran towards high fantasy and hard science-fiction, but given how often he put up with her rambling on about every new book in as it came out in Stephman's Astroverse it was only fair to indulge him the same. Armed with the foreknowledge of their prior (if unfinished) conversation, though, she'd picked up on a subtlety that had previously alluded her.

Jonah envied Samantha Silvertail. Or at least, he envied her sense of style, and the cute outfits the clearly-enamored author spent as much time describing as Sable did describing food. And when she'd half-jokingly suggested he dress up as her for Halloween (still many, many moons away), he hadn't immediately balked. Nor had he immediately accepted, either, but there'd been something there to sink her claws into and this time Amy held on to the proverbial struggling gazelle.

Thankfully, most of their height difference was in the legs, and Amy had been able to find a few only marginally-feminine items to suggest her husband try-on around-the-house. She'd made her best pleading-kitty-cat eyes at him and her softest meows to get him to cave, but the look on his face when he'd finally seen himself in the mirror had been worth the effort.

That had been several weeks ago. He still hadn't been out in public in anything more feminine than the occasional whimsically-colored top, and Amy wasn't sure if he ever would. That was fine with her, as she got a sense that his interest didn't actually go as far as passing as a woman, anyway. It wasn't born of any sense of dysphoria, or any desire to change his gender. But men weren't allowed to be pretty in the ways she suspected he wanted to feel, at least sometimes, and she was more than happy to indulge those feelings as best she could.

It helped that he had a fantastic ass for skirts.

But they were taking the next step, now, and Amy could ascribe as much of her difficulty in finding her costume pieces to her own concealed anxiety about the discussion she'd had with Jonah a few days ago. The cheetah still wasn't sure if she'd pushed him too hard, and if he was obliging her out of some sense of duty. In her gut she'd been sure he just needed a little nudge, but the way he'd blushed and averted his gaze when he'd agreed to dress up as Silvertail for Malia's summer-solstice fête had left her worried she'd gone too far. He hadn't brought their discussion up again until they were getting ready to leave for the day's thrift shopping, and only then to double-check that his list of items to browse-for was complete.

So he was going to do it. Amy wasn't sure how she felt about that... giddy? Or nervous? The cheetah realized she'd been staring at the piece Jonah had held up for almost a minute without actually looking at it, and her ears swiveled forwards as her pupils narrowed in sudden focus.

"No, um... close, though." They were in the home goods section of the thrift store, and the jackal had been digging through a pile of bath mats in search of something Amy thought she could make into a capelet. A few more mats down was a similar piece in a much more muddy shade of green, with thicker pile and without a rubberized coating on the bottom side. He'd barely pulled it free when she snatched it and chirruped in victory, grinning.

Of course, her goal was assembling a cloak that would make her look more like a moving peat bog than leggy cheetah. Though she was too tall to make a half-decent Jennah Grass, she still admired the Six of Crows character for her self-sufficiency and utter unwillingness to take bullshit from anyone. She'd also helped Sarnin's sister dispose of her rather unsavory betrothed (meaning she'd straight-up murdered him and then coaxed the local alligator population into disposing of the body). An all-around good gal, though she'd been disappointed in how the showrunners had decided not to stick with her book counterpart's distinctive shaved-but-for-a-topknot look. It was traditional in the western swamps!

(It also meant Amy had no reason to even consider shaving her hair into a topknot, much to her husband's relief.)

"I think that's the last of it. Did you, um, want to look through the blouses to see if there was one you liked more here?" Amy gestured over at the women's section, which they'd gone briefly through in search of leggings for her to shred. But while Jonah had found a top he'd liked at the first store, it hadn't been quite perfect, and the prices were low enough that she wasn't worried about the cost of getting something they already had if it was better. "Maybe we can find one that'll close around your neck." Her tail swished once behind her before she caught herself and stilled it.

 

[Deante]

Until recently, nothing he'd put on had ever made him feel sexy. Clothes were comfortable or nice looking, but they didn't bring him any confidence or sense of sex-appeal, and outside of a tailored suit, he didn't even have a concept of what could. The jackal's only idea of pants that made his ass look good was "tight" and an experiment there had only resulted in some uncomfortable jeans. Staring in the mirror wearing a peasant top for the first time was a different story. He looked good, felt alluring, rather than just a slender guy dressed presentably. Jonah'd laughed Amy's (gentle) question about new genders; in terms of his identity it wasn't any different than going goth. He'd described it like one of those scenes of action characters armoring up with their new gear for the first time and looking badass and ready for battle, except this was love, not war. Or perhaps more like one of those moments in a rom com where a character is seen for the first time, walking slow mo towards the camera to highlight just how amazing and cool they are. Granted, he didn't have much use for looking sexy except for Amy, and the visual of him fem'd up didn't turn her on. Still it brought him confidence and a renewed self-image, and that bled into sexual energy. He was now teasing her with a pose, a look, putting effort into performing rather than simply doing.

Plus going through the closet was one more thing to do together.

With the party though his fantasized self was about to meet reality and that was risky. Sure it could be played off as a joke, secretly feared he'd be laughed at, rather than get the imagined admiring looks. That new confidence would take a torpedo hit. Still it was an opportunity to go all in, and he was curious to see how he'd look, how he'd do. As well, Jonah wanted to play up Silvertail, to fit the part. The bad girl trying to be good with feigned innocence, but unable to hide the slyness underneath or avoid the kind of men that wanted to snap up and dirty anything pristine. This must be what LARPers felt like, a thing he had never been interested in, but remembered fondly two improv classes from college.

While picking up on her distraction, he let it slide, not even worth teasing her about. Though that chirp of hers left him grinning--how could you not smile at it? So cute. "Achieved, one swamp monster coat," he teased, turning towards the checkout. Then he paused. "You know what, yeah, let's check." The first blouse had left him almost pouty, as that tie-scarf-thing-with-the-name-he'd-forgotten was too fetching to go without. Any apprehension he had about perusing the women's' section or holding clothes against himself had evaporated after about five minutes at the first store, and now he went about it without even bothering to check for observers. Though he would still likely burst into flames if Amy tried getting him into a lingerie store.

And what do you know, there was one. At first he flashed a grin, then squinted at the size tag. "This might be a little tight but I don't know." Jonah had straight up veto'd bras, which did remove concerns about the chest fitting. "Oh look at this." He held up a tunic top. "Women get to wear big floppy shirts and it's considered stylish? No fair." He even found a belt, and draped the top across his front, hugging the belt around his waist, and turned to look at Amy, ears up and forward.

 

[lasciel]

It wasn't so much that it didn't turn her on, as she didn't know what to do with the feeling. He looked more attractive, Amy would readily admit. But in her mind he looked most attractive when he was in the nude, so the difference between one set of clothes and another felt irrelevant to her. Still, even after they took off the new tops and skirts and stockings he'd gotten to occasionally wearing, that sexual energy and new confidence remained.

(Amy had considered buying him some lingerie to see if that could fit their mutual desires a little more, but still wasn't yet ready to pull the trigger.)

"Depends on where it's tight," the cheetah replied with a wink and a grin. "Let's see if there's other candidates before we head back to the fitting room." But he was already onto something else, grabbing a belt from a nearby rack to put the ensemble together. Amy watched curiously, then smiled as he presented his getup to her.

"Mmm..." Still smiling she shook her head. "Cute, but the top clashes with your shades. Too close to the brown, y'know? Hold on... what about..." Now it was Amy's turn to shove through the racks, finding a similar piece in pale blue. "This one works better." Taking the other from him she put it back and assessed as he got his belt re-wrapped over the draped top. When she turned back she spent a longer time assessing, then shrugged. "I think you'd have to try it on to be sure, I'm not sure how it's going to fit in the shoulders." Which had been an ongoing problem. Women's clothing often wasn't cut right for the jackal, no matter how cute the item would've otherwise looked. Peasant tops and spaghetti straps tended to work mostly OK (if they hadn't built in for too much bust), but like the blouse they were searching for the shoulders and necks could often prove troublesome if close and tight.

"Here's another to try," Amy added as she spotted and pulled free a top with ties near the neck. They looked too long, but at worst they could dock them to the proper length. Though she still wasn't sure about the neck. The tag listed a numerical size, which she found between brands to be an even worse predictor of fit than the more generic small/med/large short/med/tall combination some other items used.

 

[Deante]

That nudity vs clothes dichotomy had been a bit of incongruity with their relationship before. He found the half-dressed body to be far more alluring than nudity, and Amy the opposite. It could have almost been a game to see if either would have a stitch on by the time sex was in full swing.

Loaded up with the items, he dipped into the dinky changing room. Fortunately it was a quick affair to throw on tops. "Yep, the first one's too tight," he reported, dropping the costume's blouse. There were always items made for bigger species, but then when they fit the shoulder and neck, the rest of the top was a tent. "Y'know, I bet there are websites that can give tips for this, certain brands, that sorta thing." There was always alterations, but that path led to madness--or at least, expenses. Quite excessive, as this was at best a minor hobby, so the items wouldn't see enough use to make it worthwhile.

The second blouse, the one with the too-long ties, was a winner.Not perfect, as the look of one of the others might have been a tad more fetching on its own, but this helped him get the effect he wanted, so this was it. The blue tunic shirt fit too. Which was missing a button, but that didn't matter. He smiled into the mirror, turning and swaying his tail.

For a moment he was tempted to wear the shirt out, but hesitated at the door latch. No, that line he'll cross if the party goes well. Peeling the tunic off and returning to his normal shirt, Jonah pushed out and paused long enough to give Amy's cheek a nosing. "Checkout, then lunch?"

 

[lasciel]

Buttons could be attached; Amy had a small stash and if they took one from where the belt would sit (wait, had he not bought the belt with him to the fitting room?) it wouldn't matter if it was replaced by an odd one. And she was confident enough in her handiness to shorten the ties. Redoing shoulder scythes or darted busts, however, was unfortunately beyond her expertise. The cheetah had looked up several videos when her husband's new hobby had first taken flight, and quickly realized she was out of her high-school-home-ec level of depth.

"Mm, sounds good, love." She agreed with a smile as he came out of the fitting room back in his own clothes. The space inside was just too small for the two of them, plus store policy technically prevented her from going in with him. But she'd take his word on the fit, or lack thereof, of what he'd brought. The neck of the first blouse had looked small.

They made their way to the checkout, her tail held up loosely and her ears forward but not stiff. Neither her mass of bath mats and other odds-and-ends, nor his shirts, raised any eyebrows. Assumptions were made, incorrect ones though unvoiced, and then they were rung up and closed out. The total was less than they'd spent on lunch and fit awkwardly into two large paper bags, one of which Amy took beneath her arm while leaving a paw free for her husband to hold as they made their way back to their car.

"And now I get to see how bad my stapling idea is!" She declared cheerfully as they loaded their haul into the trunk, besides what they'd gotten at the store they'd visited earlier. Sewing together bath mats wasn't high on her list of desired weekend activities, but she suspected the heavy-duty stapler they had in the hall closet would do the trick. It only needed to hold for a night, anyway. "And you're going to look fantastic in that blouse."

Amy came around the driver's side and got in, pushing the glowing blue "start" button that had illuminated once the vehicle had sensed the fob in her purse. The display set into the dash lit up as the electric vehicle came to life, though the engine-noise-maker in the frunk wouldn't activate until they were actually in-motion. "Buckled in, babe?" She asked as she glanced over, having heard Jonah hop in as well.

Then they were pulling out of the parking lot, the cheetah navigating them back onto the freeway that would take them home. The car could mostly drive itself from there, though it would beep at her if she took her paws off the wheel and she rather enjoyed the experience of "piloting" herself, anyway. Much to her husband's displeasure, given her proclivity to take some interesting interpretations of the speed limit. Only a speciest would blame her cheetah heritage for her less-than-perfect driving habits, though. Her mother was still one of the most cautious driver she'd ever met. Driving fast was her own little form of rebellion.

"So..." Amy's fingers tapped a steady beat against the wheel as she drove, and the tip of her tail was flicking against the backside of her seat up by her mid-back. "Have you um. Though much about Malic and Sarnin lately?" She knew he had because they'd discussed the night prior that week's episode of Six of Crows, but her tone suggested it wasn't the characters she was interested in. "It's been a few weeks since our conversation... just wondering if you had any better ideas on that?" Though her eyes remained on the road the swivel of her ears suggested where her true attention was.

 

[Deante]

Jonah squeezed her hand as they walked, feeling just a little like a goofy teen in love. Who held hands? But it was hard not to be sappy with Amy, much to the playful disgust of a few friends. "I know you avoided the rubber ones because you'd roast under them, but I have a feeling those are still gonna be hot, definitely won't breathe. Maybe want to stand on an AC vent or something." Then he flashed her a grin. "The blouse, what about that skirt?" Palms on his hips, he tilted to suggest his ass, which she'd certainly complimented in the garment.

"Always." If Jonah was in the car he was buckled up, a nigh-religious habit. His mother was always "watch where you're going, you're going to get us killed" any time his dad so much as hit a pothole, so seat belts eased the anxiety she caused. His mother was also the reason Jonah made the effot to pay no attention to the cheetah's driving, choosing to put his faith in Amy's capabilities. (As well as seat belts and air bags, just in case.) The jackal's only actual issues were bad weather and tickets, and to the former Amy was smart enough to show caution.

Rather than space out or keep a conversation going, he pulled out his phone. It was the tap of her fingers that turned his ears, and without looking up he glanced sidelong in time to catch her facing while asking. Jonah was polite enough to not lean back and look at her tail. Something had been on her mind this morning, was this it?

They'd watched a few snippets of porn together so Amy knew he'd thought about the act itself, but she was angling towards the discussion specifically. It took him a moment to pick up what the question was exactly. Tucked his phone into the door handle and leaned back, he turned and gave her his focus. Gone was the back-tilted ears and down tail, the averted eyes. Jonah resisted the urge to say 'no but looks like you have' because that might come out more snippy than good humored, and he wanted to know what was on her mind without making her defensive. "What other ideas do you see that could come out of it?" Because he didn't really see anywhere else for it to go beyond fantasizing.

 

[lasciel]

"Oh, I figured if I complimented your ass in that skirt one more time you'd die of embarrassment." Amy replied with a sly smile showing just a hint of teeth. She would be sure to bring the subject up again at home - when it would be time for one last "test fit".

But that was later. Her thoughts at present were on far heavier subjects... if equally sexy ones. Anxiety-inducing, too. Really, if the car wasn't as competent at driving itself as she knew it was she wouldn't have brought the subject up at all. Hell, she'd even subconsciously changed lanes in the silence between her question and his response, dropping their speed to the legal limit and leaving a generous block of following distance before the next driver. That told Jonah as much as the restrained lashing of her tail could.

"Mm." Her thumbs tapped the steering wheel once more, then went still. "I've been thinking, too. I think I know what you would like, and--" the cheetah had to pause and force her diaphragm to obey her conscious thoughts. Her instinct was to bolt, reflected in the slow regaining of speed, and loss of following-distance, their vehicle had taken on. Easing back off the accelerator, she continued. "And I don't think it's something I can provide in a satisfactory fashion. Not that I think you're dissatisfied!"

The last part came out in a rush, desperate to not leave him with the wrong impression. Because he hadn't given her the feeling of being unsatisfied. She didn't think he'd leave or get bored, but that didn't change the fact that she knew there was more than what they had available to him. Something that was likely true in all relationships, Amy knew, but why not pursue more when everyone involved would be happier for it?

"At least, not directly." The cat had gone from anxious to coy, eyes flashing briefly away from the road to judge Jonah's expression. But a half-second glance wasn't really enough to get the answers she needed, so she pushed on. "What I mean is, some of those videos, it was implied there was a wife somewhere that was being snuck around." Not that porn was ever sold on the quality of it's plot. But it had been a slightly distasteful note for the both of them. "But what if-- what if the wife was alright with it? Or encouraged it? What if I-- I wanted to see you try that, with someone else we both approved of?"

Memorization and habit had her changing lanes to make their merge, taking them off the main highway and onto the freeway that would take them back to their comfortable suburb. Yet rather than feeling relieved for being close-to-home, Amy felt anxious. It was hard not to, when you'd lobbed a proverbial grenade right into the passenger cabin of the vehicle you were driving!

 

[Deante]

He waited, watching in as reassuring a way as he could, responding only with a "Right..." Amy could dance around something for a while, and he was patiently letting her make her way to it--receptive silence on Jonah end didn't make her as uncomfortable as the reverse. "Okay," he added, at her rush to reassure him.

At first he wasn't following, then thought she was wanting to roleplay or something? Until Amy hit him with it. His mouth formed a little "o" while those ears reached for the roof. "Oh wow. Um." Licking his muzzle, he looked away--not an aversion so much as letting his mind and mouth catch up with one another, processing that ton of bricks. A while back they had both decided threesomes weren't an interest, so he hadn't considered it--nor the idea of "two-some with a viewer". When he turned back those eyes were intent. "You would be okay with that, right? This isn't one of those things where you're asking for something you don't want because I do?" Why yes, he was kind of dodging the question, but Jonah wanted to be sure it wasn't an act of sacrifice. Regardless of if he'd enjoy it, the thought of her getting eaten up inside because of it, even while it happened...

When reassured, he sat back, facing ahead while not registering the road. "Yeah," he replied almost absently. Then turned back, his features now a little flushed and wild and nervous. "I keep coming back to that skydiving analogy. Doing that feels scary but I'd be very excited to try." The backs of fingers brushed across her wrist, then settled over her paw on the wheel. "If you're along for the ride and talking me down, and you would enjoy it, or at least not mind it?" Licking his muzzle, he nodded. "Yes."

"I don't know how we could find someone we both trust, or even how you meet someone like that otuside of hookup apps or clubs, but if we could find someone that attracts me but is willing to...top..." All of that came out in a rambling rush, except for the last word that squeaked out of him. Ears suddenly went back and his eyes skirted the floorboards, his words dropping. "If you're, if we're going to do this, I need you to do something for me, and it's kinda embarrassing." Up came those eyes, checking the cheetah's face.

 

[lasciel]

"Jonah."

Amy's ears had gone back reflexively when he accused her of forcing herself to the idea. While the cheetah had been willing to try a number of things, both in the bedroom and in her life, which hadn't always been to her tastes, she'd never been shy about saying when she wanted out. Suggesting so passionately something she knew outright that would make her uncomfortable was about as likely as her spots falling off. He knew that, which meant he was dithering, and that annoyed her for some reason.

Probably because she'd been dithering moments ago, and she knew they'd both be a mess if they couldn't use their words. But a glance at him and a small shake of her head, plus one stern pronunciation of his name, seemed to set him straight. Though she added, just to be sure, a quieter,

"...I'd be more than okay with it, I think."

They had both turned back to the road. Amy's attention remained primarily on Jonah even as she took them off the freeway and onto surface streets. The subtle tugs of the wheel kept her straight-and-center in her lane as the vehicle's software nudged her distracted driving. Her nose twitched, the small cabin mingling their anxious smells.

It was enough that she almost flinched when he touched her, but the warmth of his finger-pads was a familiar and comforting feeling rather than the lion's bite her wound-tight brain was convinced was coming. He was Jonah, the love of her life, and of course she didn't need to be worried around him. Nor, she held back from telling him, did he need to be worried around her. Not, especially, if she was the one offering!

Her eyes remained glued to the road as they were passing through neighborhood streets that saw a good deal of pedestrian traffic, but she could hear him lick his chops nervously. "I think I'd enjoy it. I certainly won't mind it. I'm along for the ride, even if I'm not doing the driving." She smiled, though didn't turn to him as she kept her gaze on the four-way stop they'd come to.

The next part was logistics, a subject she was about to defer to when they were home. But something was on his chest, based on how top came out in something closer to a yip... and then the whole business of asking-to-ask-a-question. Well, Amy felt relatively sure he couldn't say anything more startling to her than anything else they'd already touched on.

They had made it to another stop sign, this time with no traffic waiting on them. So she turned to assess his expression, meeting his blue eyes with her own paler violet ones. She wanted to bundle him into her arms and just crush him against her bosom, but that wasn't really practical so she made do with a nod and flipping the paw he held to take his and squeeze. "My love, we're married. Embarrassing comes with the territory. Tell me anyway." Agreeing blindly would've violated her prior assertion, but she couldn't think of anything he could ask that wold result in a no. And he knew that, too, she knew.

 

[Deante]

A squeeze. He thought of them holding bands on the way to the car, and this fit, too. She was along for the ride, always. Jonah sat back in his seat and let her steer. With her facing forwards, it did make things a bit easier to talk about.

"No, not startling or anything." He huffed. "Okay, I understand men don't have a hymen, but I don't know if penetration's going to hurt the first time, and really I don't think the first thing that goes into me should be some big dick. The last thing I need is to have no idea what to expect. What I'm saying is, I ah, need your help putting something in me. Two fingers maybe, but I don't know if that's big enough to...stretch? Do I need to be stretched?"

Anal wasn't a complete mystery to him. In college he (briefly) had a girlfriend who liked it, so Jonah had at least experienced it before. Which meant when Amy said it was a definitive no, he didn't feel left out from uncovering some big mystery, some unachievable taboo. That same girlfriend had put a finger in him during a blowjob and that had been too unexpected and uncomfortable for him to really want further exploration--not to mention it tying into his bisexual discomfort.

Now though he had Amy, who he trusted with such a vulnerable, awkward thing. Jonah didn't expect this to be more clinical than arousing, to reassure and adjust.