Being at someone else's mercy is something he'll never quite get used to. Strange how going down on one's bed partner should look like one is submitting to the other when in truth they hold the power and control the pace, as Irhya does now.

He can't hide his heavier breathing nor the way his shaft swells and grows flush under her care. He itches with the desire to hold her, feel the friction of her slimmer body riding against his. Her hands just aren't enough. His gaze settles on her rigid tail and an idea comes to him. Leaning over carefully, he strokes down her back as one might an actual cat, running from her shoulder blades to the very end of her backbone where spine and tail meet. Should she respond favourably, he will repeat the motion several more times.