Loonatics Undressed Kyell Gold (top 10 inspirational books .txt) 📖

any weight but I’m not gonna be a model anytime soon.”

Tech set his own beer down. “Don’t sell yourself short.” He reached out and brushed Rev’s chest through the uniform. “I think you’re pretty hot.”

“I know you do but that’s just cause I like to undress you too or at least that has a lot to do with it but don’t worry I don’t have any illusions just happy you like me that was something I thought about too hey careful with the paws you’re tickling ayayayayay!” Of course the roadrunner could squirm away from Tech’s comparatively snail-paced tickles, but he allowed the coyote to get his shirt up and tease claws through the feathers up and down his sides.

The shirt came all the way off soon after that, and sometime after Tech’s shirt was off, but before his pants were unfastened, he thought to swipe at the magnetic lock on his door and make sure it was activated. And for extra protection, he flicked on the sound baffles he’d built to stop Lexi from hearing into the room. After that he yelped and fell back on the bed, the half-naked roadrunner atop him teasing his fur with light, nimble fingers.

The fur teasing led to teasing on his nipples, which led to shivers coursing through his body and resting in his sheath. Rev looked down at the hardness pressing into his thigh and grinned a beaky grin. “Ooh someone’s getting a little eager already well far be it from me to slow down why don’t we let the little guy out for some air what d’you think?” His hands worked at Tech’s pants as he talked, so the coyote didn’t even bother to answer. He did reach his own paw down to feel the hardness in Rev’s pants, but before he could do anything about it, the roadrunner had slid out of his reach, pulled his pants nearly off, and cupped a hand under his sheath. He grinned up at Tech as he stroked, kneeling between the coyote’s legs.

Tech panted, watching Rev’s feathery blue fingers slide up and down his hard pink length. His tail, trapped below his thigh, quivered frantically against the bed. “All right,” he said, beckoning with one paw, “turn that cute skinny butt around.”

“Oh sure if you insist I ain’t gonna argue.” Long purple tail feathers brushed the coyote’s muzzle before he’d finished saying the second word. Tech popped the metal fastenings with a thought while his paws slid the pants down the roadrunner’s slender hips. Fingerpads caressed feathers as Rev’s shaft slid free to hang just over his muzzle. He wasted no time in opening up.

The taste on his tongue was sweet and familiar, the shape warm and hard. His fingers felt the quick tension under the feathers and gripped tighter; a moment later the roadrunner’s soft beak slid down over his shaft as well, the warmth and the light, flicking motion of Rev’s tongue up and down his length sending shivers through him. He tightened his lips around the hardness in his muzzle and pressed his tongue harder against it with each stroke.

Rev shivered under his paws and Tech held him tighter, enjoying the tremors in the light, supple frame. He himself was getting worked up pretty quickly, partly from the quick, teasing flickers of Rev’s tongue, partly from the vibrations that seemed to be the result of Rev being unable to vocalize around the length of coyote in his beak. The roadrunner’s quick talk was being diverted into subvocalized vibrations, which led Tech briefly to wonder whether he could reproduce that mechanically.

His next thought was that he should invent something to slow down their systems, as Rev’s hips pumped faster against his muzzle and the subvocalizations increased in intensity. A moment later—

—the screen in his bedroom flared to life with Ace’s picture on it. “Tech! Tech!”

Rev’s head shot up. He squawked a series of incoherent moans, thrusting against Tech’s tongue. The coyote felt the warm splash of climax on his tongue and gulped, holding Rev’s hips to tell the roadrunner not to pull out.

“Tech! Where are ya?” Ace sounded angry, frantic.

Tech kept his lips sealed around Rev and swallowed, twice. The roadrunner sagged into him and he gave the blue-feathered hips a quick hug before sliding his muzzle free.

“Tech! Answer me—”

He flicked the audio on magnetically, leaving video off. “I’m here, Ace. What’s going on?”

Rev crawled around to rest his head on Tech’s chest, one hand curled around the coyote’s damp shaft. He grinned weakly at Tech and rolled his eyes at the screen. Tech grinned back and nodded, but when he looked at the screen full on for the first time, his grin faded. Ace looked upset, really upset.

“The prisoner’s dead.”

A cold chill ran through Tech. Even the warmth of Rev’s hand couldn’t keep his shaft from shrinking inward. “What?”

“Dead,” Ace repeated. “Docbot did some stuff and I guess it didn’t woik so well. What did you give him?”

What did you give him? “I gave him the tell-all, on your orders,” Tech snapped. Rev had gone still on his chest, his hand frozen, topknot flagging.

“I didn’t tell ya to give him enough to kill him. You shoulda told me there was danger.”

“I told you I don’t like using it.”

“You didn’t say he could die! Zodavia’s gonna be furious.”

Tech sighed. “I got some information from him. I’ll look at the docbot’s results. I should’ve expected something like this.”

“Yeah, you should’ve,” Ace said. “I don’t give a damn about him—good riddance to bad rubbish—but it don’t look good.”

“I’ll have a report tomorrow,” Tech said.

“How about tonight?” Ace said. “I gotta file mine tomorrow. I already put Duck on your shift tonight so you can concentrate on it.”

“Tomorrow morning.”

“Early.”

“Fine.”

He shut off the terminal so hard the connections snapped audibly, making Rev jump. The hand that had been curled around Tech’s sheath now slid up to his chest and rested there. “Hey I’m sure it wasn’t your fault and anyway you told him you didn’t wanna