Mouse is in charge of the leather workshop at the Velvet Glove and he's really good at his job, which is probably why everyone tolerates Peep. It's not that Peep looks for trouble, it just always seems to find him. Mouse is always there to shelter his dear Peep, though, no matter what the storm.
Velvet Leather shares three stories that demonstrate just how much trouble Peep can get into.
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smutty excerpt:
"You're welcome, little one. Just
be more careful next time." He was given a soft kiss.
"I try, Mouse." He lifted his
face for another kiss, needing to know Mouse wasn't upset with him.
His mouth was taken in a long, deep
kiss, Mouse loving him. He pressed close, opening wide, loving the way Mouse
kissed, the way Mouse touched and loved him. Low, rumbling sounds vibrated his
lips, large hands stroking his belly, his back.
He reached up, grabbing onto Mouse's
shoulders, legs climbing until he could wrap them around Mouse's waist. Mouse's
hands cupped his ass, pulling him closer, rubbing them together. He moaned and
whimpered, hands sliding into Mouse's hair. No matter what he did, Mouse still
loved him.
"My little one..." Mouse
started walking toward the back, toward their tiny rooms and their bed.
He wriggled and kissed Mouse hard.
"My big one." He giggled, rubbing their groins together. "My
very big one."
Mouse rumbled, pushing against him, hips
rocking that heavy prick against him. "Yours."
"My very own very big one." He
giggled some more, mouth going to Mouse's neck.
That made Mouse shiver, those hands
tightening. "Careful, Peep. Don't want to drop you."
"You won't." No matter what
else was going on, there was no way his Mouse would ever drop him.
He sucked and licked at the sweet vein
where Mouse's blood beat.
"Oh..." Mouse moved them
through the rooms, ending in the huge chair that fit them both, head falling
back.
Peep rubbed against Mouse, fingers
working the buttons of Mouse's shirt open as he kept sucking and licking and
tasting the salt of Mouse's skin.
"I love you, little one. More than
life." Mouse shifted, hands pushing at his pants, sliding against his
skin.
"Oh. Oh, I love you, Mouse."
He pushed into Mouse's touches, his own very big one making him feel very good.
There was the soft, happy little purr, his Mouse sounding happy and horny and
all his.
He got Mouse's shirt undone and wriggled
his way down, fingers working open the leather pants. Mouse was hard for him,
thick cock pressing at the laces, already wet-tipped and dark. He got the laces
undone and buried his face against Mouse's cock. It smelled so good here, like
leather and spice and his Mouse. It made him moan.
"Oh... Oh, Peep. You make me
need..." Mouse arched, pressing against him.
"Good," he
answered fiercely.Sean
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