A beguiling scent rises to Net's nose as he floats around in his dreams.
He feels safe in this familiar dream.
Again and again he dreamed of holding James in his arms.
Caressing him.
To smell him.
Kissing his raspberry lips.
A dream that has faithfully accompanied him for two years.
And James sees an enchanting smile on his cougar's sleeping face.
He bites his lower lip as he looks at every inch of that striking and beautiful face.
Those long eyelashes.
That gently rest on those divine cheeks.
Skin leading up to his sharp jawline.
Up to his delicious chin and full, soft lips.
James nestles his face against Net's neck, letting the tart sweet scent mount all his senses.
He feels his entire skin tingle as his heart melts with love.
And his tongue approves itself to feel the taste of his love.
Intoxicated by the sensual pleasure, he slides down his throat and tastes more and more the call of his love.
His collarbone.
His chest.
And the lovely tips of his muscular mounds draw him deeper into the flowing stirrings of his hunger.
With abandon, he tastes and sucks at the firm peaks of his erogenous skin.
And feels Net's breathing deepen.
Net's dream undulates against his lap, making him groan.
Another one of those dreams where he doesn't merely get to nibble on James.
In which he doesn't merely seek his closeness and tenderness.
When Nets hunger by day formed so tight and demanding that by night he sought the redeeming touches.
When he simply took James.
Acted out repressed impulses on him.
Watching him squirm beneath him, making him emit ever more arousing sounds.
Firm and with all his might.
One of those dreams.
To which Net now surrenders himself, while James sucks on his torso, unable to take himself back.
His sleeping cougar lies ready for him and he wants to have his way with him.
James fantasies put him to such shame.
But he can not forbid his lips and his tongue, in deeper and deeper pulls, to incorporate his man.
And his hands do not obey his mind now either.
They glide over his resting, sexy arms.
Down to his tanned abs.
They show his mouth which next delight he wants to wet now.
That warm, fragrant skin of his cougar.
Those firm muscles at his groin.
That hot line leading him to his desired object.
James can't suppress a hot moan when he catches sight of the firm resistance on Net's shorts.
He presses his face against the offending piece of fabric and rubs his senses against the heaven of his cougar.
His nose.
His cheeks.
His open lips.
Press against Net's dream.
And make him moan deeply.
Net presses his hips against the desire achieved in the dream.
He feels, his James so close.
And may press freely against his love.
He's never been so hot in a dream.
And he gasps for breath as his dream man engulfs him.
James can't resist the demanding groins of his cougar.
He just sees red with arousal.
Pulls down his shorts and receives the magnificent countenance of his cougar.
With the deepest hunger of himself, he lets his cougar enter his mouth.
Sliding between his lips.
Slap against his tongue.
Deeper and deeper and with hungry suction.
His tongue nestles against the strong beat of his adored body.
With sensual power, he drags each deep bass up from his sleeping cougar.
And the greedy hands reaching for his head make him quiver with excitement.
His puma dances with him to his beat.
Penetrating ever harder into his soul as he devours him.
And Net's dream seems to want to shoot him into infinity.
No tentative hesitation.
No shame.
No worshipful timidity.
He lets his James devour him in his dream, showing him with his hands how much he likes it.
With gruff grip and wildest pulls.
Until his twitching body discharges the fertile power and he feels closer to James in his dream than ever before.
Wild breath with excited sound floats in Netjames bedroom as the cougar slowly awakens and looks into the excited eyes of his James.
He lies next to him.
With reddened cheeks and swollen raspberry lips.
Which he now moistens again as he peers into the dark, beautiful eyes of his cougar.
Net feels a deep shame covering him.
He had an incredibly hot wet dream alongside his true love.
And holds his breath, never daring to breathe again.
That divine face is fixed on him.
The man he adores and wants to carry on his hands.
He is his.
His love is his.
And he dreams of the basest impulses he carries within him.
"Did you sleep well?" his wet, swollen raspberry lips form.
And James has to chuckle when he catches sight of the frightened expression in his cougar's eyes.
He already feels guilty for just taking him while he was sleeping.
Even though Net obviously liked it.
As his groin showed those demanding thrusts.
James arousal rumbles in his center and he has to swallow at the memories of the volcanic eruptions he just tasted.
Nat still doesn't dare breathe.
What was James witnessing?
How disrespectful of him.
He never wants to make James feel reduced.
He will always carry him to the highest realm of tenderness.
He will forever caress his velvety skin only with delicate hands.
And Net closes his eyes as his dream pops back into his head.
How he grabbed his hair and thrust into his mouth.
How he showed him his bare lust and let him spoil him.
Net blushes purple and hears James chuckle.
"I slept very well. Can I always fall asleep next to my cougar and wake up again?" purrs James, snuggling up to his husband.
Net's heart takes a breath.
He takes his sweet delight in his arms and kisses his head.
James in his arms in the morning.
And he wants to hold him in his arms forever.
But first he should take a quick shower.
Even though he's already wondering why he doesn't notice the testifying marks in his shorts.
"I love you!", he kisses the hot blooded lips of his James, "I just have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back!" he whispers to him.
And James holds his arm tightly.
"Wait!" he murmurs, "I think I should go first!" he penetrates deeper into Net's eyes, "I had a dream that got me pretty worked up!" he bites his wet lips, "I really need to cool down a bit!", James feels his hips rubbing.
He can't help it.
Net's sweet shame after tasting his shameless lust escalate is driving him crazy.
He has to break free or he'll jump right back on him.
And his cougar is so tender after all.
How he looks at him full of love and respect.
How he wants to read his every wish from his lips.
"Mhmmm!", James can't suppress his deep desire, "Or we both go to the bathroom together", he tries not to look so lustful.
And Net's eyes widen.
"Huh?!", his divine mouth emits.
James' heart begins to sound the alarm.
His cougar provokes him like this.
"You want to take a shower with me?" reaches Net James sensual sound.
And his hands search for his skin again.
Net feels himself swell again.
This sensual sight of his beloved is his end.
And the fear of the basest urges in him makes him show himself reserved.
"Ehm, rather not. I want to prepare you a delicious breakfast first!" he looks into the visibly disappointed eyes of his James, "Before I have my breakfast!" he shows James just a hint of his screaming hunger.
James leans on his back and crosses his arms behind his head.
He takes a deep breath.
"You go ahead and go to the bathroom first, then. I feel free to stay here for a while and shower after you!" he lets his cougar draw.
And looks at the sexy body disappearing into the bathroom.
And puts his hands in his lap.
And surrenders to his lust as he replays their secret moment over and over in his mind.
And lets his shame cover him as he imagines their shared redemption.
Together.
But James took himself Net without his consciousness.
And James must pull the blanket over his head and his legs to his body.
He must cradle under the cloak of concealment.
How could he do such a thing to his Net?
He can see that he wants to take it easy.
Why can't he stop himself?
Because he is so adorable.
Because his love catapults Jaime's body into ecstasy.
His cool grace has turned into a blazing greed and James can't believe it.
He loves Net after all.
He must honor and respect him.
Accept his tentative suppression of his hunger.
He does love him after all!
"Do you want me to carry you to the bathroom? I can look at your foot then," he suddenly hears his cougar's voice.
And James pokes his head out of its hiding place under the sheet.
"You don't have to! I'll be going myself in a minute. I'll see you downstairs," his skin glows in contrast to the temperate words.
Nat sees the deep red haze and damp wet skin of his love.
"Is everything okay, James?" he asks him, concerned yet excited.
That sensual aura surrounding him.
Get a grip, Net!
James is glowing and you want to pounce on him.
Pull yourself together!
And James sees his cougar's tongue moistening his hungry lips.
Let him just tell him.
He can see his hunger, after all.
He should let him know that he knows his wild taste.
That it excites him so when he takes it brusquely and bluntly.
He saw and experienced his cougar's hunger.
And he should know.
"I'm so hot!" is all James can confess.
Net's eyes search for a solution.
"Then cover yourself first!" he wants to free James from the white sheet.
And sees his covered hands reaching out of his lap for protection.
"No! It's all good! You go on in the kitchen!", James asks excitedly, "I'll bring your breakfast down then!", he giggles and catches Net devouring his body under the sheet with his eyes.
"Net!" he makes his cougar bristle, "Here are my eyes!" he has to tease him.
And Net's shy giggle pleases him so.
It's not time yet.
Let him lay low for now.
James enjoys their game so much.
And the more he has to wait, the more dangerous he'll see his cougar escalate.
Consciously and with full force.
He wants to be overwhelmed by his cougar.
To cover him.
Be inside him.
Push him to the point of unconsciousness.
Drive him into madness.
He shall.
For this, James gladly holds himself back.
And keeps seeking his redemption in his own hands.
Under the sheet again.
Under the shower.
And always with the taste of his wild cougar on his senses.