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“Little Artie likes that plan too.” Mac smirked, and he reached down to pull at the ruffles. He kissed Mac passionately, rocking forward to grind against him.
Artie groaned in reply, but then he froze. “Shit. Hold that thought.” He hurried over to the stove where the water was boiling now.
“No, wait!” Mac whined. “That’s just fucking cruel!”
“Look, Little Artie is definitely interested, but he can’t play right now.” Artie chuckled as he dumped in the pasta. “Cruel would be not giving you the delicious dinner I promised, baby. We got about ten minutes for the pasta to cook, the sauce should be good by then, and then we can start layering everything to get it in the oven.” He pushed a button on the range. “Which I just remembered to turn on.”
“We can do a lot in ten minutes.” Mac spread his legs and slowly untied his robe. “You can even set a timer.”
Artie glanced back over his shoulder, and his eyes widened as Mac opened up his robe. “But… I…”
“Come on, baby.”
Artie stirred the sauce quickly. “If this sauce burns, we ain’t gonna have any dinner, baby. Just, uh, just gimme, uh, nine more minutes.”
“Fine, fine. If the sauce is so important…” Mac sighed heavily, but he made no effort to close his robe. He brought his beer to his lips and finished it off. “I might have to start without you though. Watching you cook is kinda sexy.”
“I absolutely love that you think me cooking is sexy, and I will do all kinds of filthy things to you very, very soon.” Artie glanced back at Mac with a soft whine, quickly returning to the food with a few curses.
Mac let his legs hang open and spread them wider, raking his hand through his hair. “What kinda filthy things are you thinking about?”
Artie peeked over his shoulder, his gaze zeroing in on Mac’s cock. “Oh. You know… just things. Like sucking you off there on the counter and fingering your ass. Just… stuff.”
“That doesn’t sound very sanitary, chef.” Mac grinned, fighting the urge to touch himself.
“I’ll wash my hands, don’t you worry.” Artie winked. “I’m glad you like me cooking for you though. I’ll have to do it more often, huh?”
“Without a doubt. A guy who can cook is veryhot.” Mac flicked his tongue over his lips when he knew Artie was watching.
“Mean, mean man.” Artie grumbled.
“I’m not doing a thing,” Mac said innocently.
“Yeah, yeah.” Artie must have decided that the pasta was cooked enough because he stuck a colander in the sink to drain it. Carrying the pasta over put him right next to Mac, and he growled, bowing his head to lap teasingly at Mac’s cock before ducking away to the fridge.
“Oh fuck! Now that’s fucking mean!” Mac swatted at the retreating monster, his cock already half-hard. “Can’t tease me like that unless you’re ready to finish what you start.”
“Don’t you worry, baby.” Artie grinned as he carried the cheese mixture from the fridge over to the counter. “I’ll be right there to finish you the second this food is in the oven.”
“Promises, promises.”
No monster or human had ever moved as fast as Artie did as he layered the pasta in a large casserole dish with the sauce and cheese mixture. He added more cheese on top to finish it, and then he practically threw it in the oven. He started toward Mac, had to stop and turn around to set the timer, and then spun back once more to lunge at Mac.
Artie grabbed Mac’s thighs, dropping to his knees between them as he lapped at his cock. “Mmm, baby.”
“Fuck!” Mac moaned brokenly and grabbed Artie’s shoulders. “That’s good. It’s so fuckin’ good.”
“Mmmrph.” Artie grunted, taking Mac’s cock into his mouth with a hungry growl. He sucked down every inch, his big hands sliding over Mac’s hips.
Mac cried out, grateful he didn’t have to keep quiet right now. He curled his fingers into Artie’s fur and then grabbed one of his horns. He moaned excitedly, unable to tear his eyes away from where Artie was swallowing him down so effortlessly.
The sound of Artie’s continued growls was a firm reminder that he was in fact a beast and not the slightest bit human. It sent shivers up Mac’s spine, and the pressure between his legs skyrocketed. He pulled on Artie’s horn, urging him forward as he bucked up into his throat. “Artie, fuck. Your mouth is fucking heaven, baby.”
Artie took every thrust, well-practiced by now and easily swallowing around the fierce slams. He fumbled to slide his fingers up Mac’s inner thigh, teasing over his hole.
“Yes, fuck, that’s so fuckin’ good!” Mac spread his legs wider, arching his ass up toward Artie’s hand. “Come on, gimme those big fingers.”
“Mm, mmph.” Artie pulled off long enough to snatch the olive oil from the other side of the counter. He splashed it over his fingers and got back into position, sucking Mac into his mouth. He rubbed a wet finger around Mac’s hole and then slowly pressed in.
