His Little; My Kitten

I flopped face-down onto August's bed, snuggling into his covers with a sigh of relief as his scent surrounded me. I stretched my fingers and toes, then curled up and pressed the cuffs of his hoodie to my nose.

While August started making tea for us, I'd changed into his clothes since mine had become uncomfortable sometime during the visit with my friends. It feels so good to be comfortable and cozy in a quiet space with my boyfriend.

"Allie?"

I waved my hand without moving anything else. "I'm awake, I promise. It feels so nice to be here."

August sounded really happy as he replied, "That's great. While the tea is steeping, can we cuddle?"

I turned my head as he sat on the bed next to me. "Of course we can, August. How do you want me?"

He crawled over me on the bed and laid down, then patted his chest. "On top of me."

I pushed up onto my hands and knees, then straddled his thighs. I laid down and tucked my head under his chin with a soft sigh. August almost seemed like he started purring, which made me laugh as I tilted my head back to kiss his Adam's apple. My boyfriend's hands slipped under my borrowed hoodie and up my back. He paused when he realized the situation.

"No bra?"

"No, babe. It was hurting my chest."

"Can I kiss it to make you feel better?" he asked quickly.

I giggled and rolled onto my back, pulling his pillow under my neck and shoulders. "You can try."

August now straddled my thighs while he helped me remove my top. His breath caught as my nipples pebbled, then he scooted down a bit more to steady himself as he used both hands to cup my boobs.

"I love how your areolae are such a soft shade of pink," he murmured, his breath making my skin prickle. "Those red marks must be from the underwire, I guess?"

I nodded as he gently slipped his fingers along the sore skin under the curve of my breasts, also known as the "under-boob." August curled more and I felt his hot breath before something wet touched my skin. I whimpered softly when the stinging sensation registered, but each lick soothed the minor pain. August continued licking until I was more relaxed, then poked the tip of his nose against my right nipple.

"May I?"

"Mhm, but just be gentle. They're super sensitive to the point that it hurts to scrape them on the bedsheets sometimes."

August's eyebrows were high on his forehead. "Really?"

I nodded. "It's super annoying because even sports bras can be hard to wear and I actually need them."

August hummed and gently stroked the hard buds with his thumbs, making me shiver and squirm underneath him. My boyfriend pinched my nipples and I winced, so he gently massaged my boobs until the stinging eased. August tested my sensitivity with a less focused pinch, getting more of my areola this time. That felt better and I told him so.

"Interesting," he muttered. "This is so new to me. Anything else I should know?"

"Um, well, I know most straight guys aren't into it, but..."

"But?"

"My butt."

August sat back as his jaw dropped. "Have you played with yourself back there?" he asked, a few long seconds later.

I nodded with burning cheeks. "I had to test it. I was so curious, especially since the stories I write are so..."

"Intense at times," finished August, his face bright red. "Uh, wow. Good to know. W-would you be willing to, um, try any of that with me?"