NOTE: A standalone drabble, not part of my Idylls of the Cat series.

DISCLAIMER:
Pryde and Wisdom and Excalibur are trademarks of Marvel Comics. This story is an unauthorized work done purely for my personal enjoyment, and is not intended to infringe on any of their rights in or profits from these characters. But this story is copyright to me.

WARNING:
THERE IS EXPLICIT SEX IN THIS STORY. But I can't get more specific without giving it all away.

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Pete Wisdom/??: AND NOW... THE REST OF THE STORY!!

Luba Kmetyk

His skilled fingers and tongue had hit all those special spots he'd come to know so quickly and so well, bringing his lover to the brink of ecstasy... and beyond. Now, after a brief time out to recover, it was Pete Wisdom's turn to lay back on the rumpled bed, while his partner returned the favor. His upper body was propped up on his elbows so he could watch the mouth energetically sucking on his straining manhood, lips carefully folded over teeth so as not to bite or scratch fragile flesh. The Englishman's grunts and gasps came faster and faster as the oral simulation was supplemented by a slender appendage probing deeper and deeper up his arsehole, until he finally came with a hoarse cry.

He collapsed back, struggling to catch his breath, while his bedmate slithered up his body to lay sprawled comfortably across his chest. They stayed that way in cozy, companionable silence, until a sudden noise from outside jerked them upright.

"Right then," Pete grimaced. "Playtime's over, fer now. Just remember -- we got t' put on the usual act tomorrow, fer Pryde an' the others. You grab my fags -- my *extra* fags, be sure t' leave me a pack -- an' I'll run around after ya yellin' an' cursin'."

"Gotcha, Stinky."

And the little alien dragon flew out the door, with a smug grin on his face and a flirty farewell wave of the tail that had just been up the Londoner's east end.

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THE END