Coconut Grove “Margaritaville” — Jimmy Buffett

He breathed in sharply when Jawahir reached out and nibbled at the velveteen fur below his ear. Mmmmm, he purled approvingly, leaning into it for a moment before turning his head slightly to nuzzle at their neck. He knew he really enjoyed being touched there.

But then they twirled out of reach, putting on a little display for him. You’re beautiful, he breathed, chocolate eyes hooded now as he watched their sinuous movements. They didn’t need to put on a show for him, yet he appreciated the visual anyway.

Jawahir said something so sensual, he felt a familiar tug near his navel and an accompanying tingling near the base of his blackened spine. Mm, Finley replied, apparently not very articulate when he was in the mood. It didn’t matter. They would soon be speaking body language.

Thank you for a fantastic into thread! :D