Extemporé

Well... okay. Since this is getting NO reviews I\'m going to keep updating anyway. Yes yes, the power of Avery compels you to leave NICE things about this lame fiction. :P Anyway. I apologise for the confusion with these next to pseudo-chapters. It\'s essentially the same exact thing, just from the two pov\'s of the characters. First up is Quinn, yay.


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Ch. 5 a There\'s a first time for everything


“Well, first…” Quinn began quietly, feeling really very awkward about doing this. It’s not as if he didn’t know what he was doing. It was just.. It wasn’t just anyone he was telling. It was Henn. Hennesee. The person he loved more than anything in the world. “You… have to know what to do, right?” He watched Henn nod slowly. That poor, sweet soul… he was so eager to learn. Quinn was reluctant to teach. He paused, just gazing at him. Henn was so slender and light. Perfect to just hold in your arms and snuggle into oblivion. And his fur… Quinn was convinced that no matter how dirty or filthy it was, it was still softer than any silk he had ever touched. And it wasn’t obnoxiously long, either. Or grossly short. Maybe three-quarters of an inch long. Longer in some places, like his tail, and shorter in others, like his face. Oh, Henn’s face… The way his fur felt on his lips and cheeks was enough to make him want to steal him away into a locked bedroom, where he could feel his lovely fur all night. But no. He had promised Henn that he wouldn’t ever do that to him. Not even if he asked. Henn had been fouled far too much already. …Not that he didn’t want to! Cough. And not that he didn’t want to because of how used he was. No, no. That didn’t matter to Quinn. He just didn’t want Henn to have to relive what he’d put up with for so many years. But if he could… oh it would have been absolutely divine. He pushed those thoughts from his mind. Why was he even doing this? He should have been focusing on what was causing these attacks… and how the people were breaking into their house… and why they refused to leave him alone…. And…
“Well…?” he heard Henn’s voice, and he snapped back to reality. He had been staring at him! Quinn blushed and looked away.
“S-sorry… I was just thinking of the best way to explain it,” he lied quickly. Well, half-lied. He wasn’t entirely sure of how to explain it to him so he’d understand, though he had a pretty good idea. “Well…” he began again. “This sort-of kissing, as you know, goes beyond just a simple peck on the lips. It’s really…” He bit his lower lip, thinking. “a lot deeper… more… intimate. And there isn’t a right or wrong way to do it, so don’t worry about that. It’s… like… a tongue-massage, I suppose you could say?” Quinn blushed with that. The silliest explanation he’d given yet. But it was very accurate. He suddenly remembered… that Henn was, by normal standards, a cat. That meant… he had a hooked tongue. He wondered for a brief moment how that would feel. Being a cat also meant he had sharp teeth. This would be interesting.
“A.. tongue massage…” Quinn watched his ears twitch. He felt bad; he could tell Henn was uncomfortable with the idea. “Sounds interesting…”
“Henn, you really don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” Quinn reminded. Henn shook his head.
“No… I want to…” He paused for a moment. Before he could say anything else, Quinn closed the distance between them, gently taking his mouth and kissing it. He pulled back an inch, and gently parted Henn’s lips with his tongue, and then kissed him again. He was right; Henn’s teeth were sharp. But that didn’t matter. His mouth tasted so sweet, so innocent. As if this was the one part of him that had been unscathed since childhood. He shuddered at Henn’s compliance; the way he just simply melted in his arms and let him do as he pleased made him so irresistible. He gently stroked along Henn’s tongue with his, finding that it he went tip to back, the spines lay flat like quills on a porcupine. But if he dragged it back towards him, they caught his tongue in little pricks. It was so different. But… he loved every moment of it. It took a few minutes before Henn got into it himself, seeming to grow accustomed to the feeling of someone else’s mouth on his in a short time. He felt as Henn lifted his arms to rest on his shoulders, paws hanging limply behind his back. A small thrill ran through Quinn; maybe… just maybe… Henn would pet over the back of his head. Adoringly enough, his very own ‘purr spot’. It wouldn’t hurt to give him a little prompting, so he moved his hands to where he could reach his collar, and gently stroked his fingers along it, dipping to rub under the leather band every so often. A trill of delight ran through him as he felt Henn just break down, a soft purr starting and a quiet gasp heard as he broke away to breathe.
“No, Henn…” Quinn heard himself whisper needily. “Come back.” No sooner had the words escaped him did Henn indeed come back, seeming to completely gotten over his fear as he forcefully took over, surprising the hell out of Quinn. Not that he was complaining, however. It surprised him how assertive Henn was; was he trying to prove himself? He knew Henn had a fear of disappointing people. Was this where such adamant behaviour came from? Rest assured, Henn. You’d not be letting anyone down today. Quinn rolled with it, trying his hardest to keep up with Henn. It was amazing how good he was at this. And he had never done it before? Maybe all of his pent-up emotions that he’d had since late childhood were what fueled his passion. A distant hope. More than once, in Henn’s eagerness, he had bitten Quinn’s tongue hard enough that he drew blood; the taste mixed in both their mouths a surprising yet pleasant addition to their little fiasco. It hurt, Quinn wasn’t going to lie. But it was a delicious pain. He hoped it’d happen again. He suddenly felt Henn’s paws at the back of his head, dragging slowly down over the spot he’d shown him months ago, the spot that could turn him into a puddle faster than a flame on wax. He moaned into the kiss, their mouths broken long enough for him to gasp for air before they were crushed back together again. Henn pet down his head again, Quinn unable to stop his shudder and second moan at which Henn bit his tongue again. He cried out, another wave of that savory copper taste coating both their mouths. It was a short second later before Henn pulled back, his features flushed, he wiping a trail of blood from the corner of his mouth.
“S-sorry,” he murmured, his paw going to the back of his head in embarrassment. “I… I got a little carried away…” Quinn blinked in amazement. A little?