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This was a story I'd started out writing off the cuff and that may or may not have then inadvertently ended up being my inaugural contribution to a shared universe I've been brainstorming with a friend recently. Watch this space for a link to its first work in that universe soon!

Also, please note the following when it comes to this work's keywords: For the purpose of search tagging, I use a number of terms for people's genders and anatomy that you shouldn't actually really be referring to those people by, but which I believe *do* help those people in trying to find works that have characters who represent them. I've been trying to cover every base by including every term I could think of, but just be careful about the way you might use any of those terms in discussing this work now.","writing":"\"Wait - really, Alex? I mean,” started the bat from off to my right, “I’ve heard of similar things before, but is that really possible, Elliot?\"\n\"Well I've never heard of someone not having either before,\" replied the black cat in front of him. \"So, Mikhail, knowing Alex...\" he began to suggest, \"I kinda wanna bet that he's really just making it up.\"\nFor some reason, something to do with the casual, teasing intimacy that my friendship with the two of them had taken on so effortlessly, the first response that had occurred to me for what the both of them had said then was just: \"I-I mean... do you really want to be proven wrong?\"\nIt was a seemingly sheepish question that I was asking them, but what I was really doing was giving the both of them a coyly-expressed but open invitation to see for themselves just what the cheetah boy they were sharing a room with would have waiting for them from between his legs.\n\nI was with two of my friends, Mikhail and Elliot, and they'd just learned something about me that had clearly taken the both of them by surprise. I was sprawled out on the bed, rested against a propped up pair of pillows with the two of them seated on the bed at each side above me, and I'd just blurted it out. They were anxious to see, once I'd given them that invitation; clearly not quite believing what I'd just told them but also evidently not disinterested in finding out the truth for themselves.\nSo, with my feet in the air and my hand in place to pull my unders away and then toss them aside, I first stripped my pants down to reveal a pair of underwear stretched snug across my groin in exactly the way that neither of them had been expecting and then brought that underwear down too so as to nakedly reveal to them exactly what I'd told them I had underneath: A smooth, blank stretch of my golden spotted fur, running all the way down my pubic region, without any form of genitalia to be found jutting out from within it.\n\"No way,\" Elliot gasped, looking down in awe at what I was showing him; scanning through my pubic fur for any subtle kind of cleft or for any particularly well-disguised sign of a taped-down bulge - and failing to find anything trailing down underneath my fur but just the soft curves that naturally marked my pubic area. \"You really don't have a penis or a vagina, do you?\" He was blushing as he asked that to me - and he was getting redder and redder in the silence that followed that reveal. Through his blush, through his stewing, there was just a one word question that broke through: \"How?\"\n\nAll I could do was shrug, in answer to both his first question and his second. It was my groin, and there wasn't much more to it than that. The thought of my genital area being marked by a penis or a vagina was just as strange to me as the thought of my genital area not being marked by a penis or a vagina was to him. Still, there was a bashful blush that was spreading across my own face as I watched his; as his eyes went up to catch my shrug and then just wandered back down to between my legs where he was clearly still expecting to find something other than just the blank expanse of my groin.\nMikhail spoke next, echoing in his voice the awe that was visible on Elliot's face, \"it looks so soft and cozy.\" One of his hands had found its way to my thigh, resting there for the moment; perhaps wanting to trail in further, but not quite daring to touch me on my genital area. He had a question to ask too then: \"What's it like?\"\nAt first I could only shrug again, thinking again - it was my groin and, as far as I was concerned, that was that. But it was only then that it occurred to me that they wouldn't know what that would actually mean. I knew that Elliot had a vulva while Mikhail had a penis and testicles, and I knew that their different sets of bits were something that they'd figured out between themselves in their own time, but it was only then that it really sunk in for me that my own set of bits was something that would be completely new to the both of them.\nSo what was it like having my blank groin instead of having Mikhail’s penis or Elliot's vagina? It was simpler than having either of those would be, and it meant having fewer things getting in the way, and... thinking about the things that different people had between their legs where I had my groin, it occurred to me that it was just soft and cozy, and right, to have what I had instead.\n\n\"Can I touch it?\" Mikhail blurted out, right as I was about to explain what had just occurred to me. He'd turned his own gaze up and away from my crotch, and meeting his face it was clear to see the blush that was mirrored on it from both Elliot's and my own. \"I-I just wanna see what it feels like,\" he stammered, \"if that's okay with you.\"\nMy answer was a timidly expressed but energetic nod. At my go-ahead, and while Elliot just watched reverently, Mikhail’s free hand then found its way up across the bed and then up from between my legs; trailing across my upper thigh before hesitating for a second as the finger that was leading it drew closer and closer to the curve where my thigh met with the soft, naked space of my groin.\n\"... should I be doing this?\" Mikhail asked me, and I nodded again, bashful but welcoming of his touch.\n\"If you're up for it, then I'm up for it,\" I could state for him then.\n\nAt the same time, though, was when Elliot chose to cut in, through a blush that he had to keep from rising up further as he feigned a flat interjection, \"this isn't that new,\" he was telling himself as well as his friend, \"you've already touched my puss before, dude.\"\nMikhail’s face turned beet red at that, and he seemed to have completely missed what I'd been saying at the same time. His hand that had been about to resume its climb up from between my legs instead remained frozen where it was, while his hand on my thigh closest to him suddenly found itself squeezing that thigh tight.\nAll he could do was protest, facing Elliot and pushing through his deep blush, \"that's different!\" What he was about to do with me was in that moment left forgotten as he explained, \"we'd arranged that beforehand, and you were touching my penis at the same time, and, besides... Alex’s smooth spot is different from your vagina...!\"\n\nWell that made my face turn beet red as well then. Despite what I'd been thinking less than a minute ago, all I could do then was ask, \"... is it?\"\n\"Well of course it is,\" Mikhail responded immediately, exasperation in his voice: \"Elliot has a clitoris, and labia, and a urethral opening, and a womb – I know all that through him, but... do you have any of that? I don't even know what at all you would have underneath all the fluff you have instead.\" His hand did suddenly rise to my groin, then, but just for him to drag his palm pointedly across a tuft of fur that jutted from its center before trailing his hand away toward the far end of my hips.\n\n\"I-I have a urethral opening,\" I could at least reply to him by saying, though. \"And all over underneath my pubic fur I have a space that's sensitive to the touch - like I guess a vagina would be.\" I'd gulped as I added that last part, as the thought just of how I was talking about that part of myself occurred to me, but I wasn't going to stop. \"Inside me there are organs that are analogous to the ovaries or testicles, as well, a-and there’s also one that's analogous to the prostate or to the Skein's gland.\"\n\"So how about that?\" I asked to both Mikhail and Elliot when what I'd just told them didn't get an immediate reply from either of them.\n\nThere was an embarrassed smile on Elliot's face, and a vindictive look on Mikhail’s, aimed at Elliot, that melted when he turned toward his friend to actually see the embarrassment that was written on him.\n\"That'll answer your question then,\" Elliot said in a statement that managed to be peaceable, bashful and impish in how it was made, \"and I imagine that makes at least one of us who’d actually gotten a proper sex education back in school, hey Alex?\"\nI was about to say something more, some statement to try to defuse the tension that had been brought into the room or else some statement about just how I’d gotten to actually learn this stuff, but then Mikhail simply said: \"Sorry about that.\" His expression was in the middle of becoming a more coyly suggestive one through his blush as he then slowly asked, \"... can I still touch you there?\"\n\nI was about to purr out a confident reassurance of exactly that when Elliot cut in again.\nHe was hovering over my body, one hand planted beside my shoulder to support himself with, as he leaned in toward Mikhail in order to teasingly ask him then, \"you really are just so curious about Alex's groin, aren't you?\"\nMikhail’s blush had been fading, starting to be replaced by a lewder, more forward expression of excitement, but then that blush reappeared in full force as Elliot gave him that comment. Still, as Mikhail was slowly, carefully bringing his hand back in toward my groin, he managed to simply reply, \"well, aren't you?\"\n\"Yeah, I am,\" Elliot answered, hand on his chin and gaze at first turned to his navel – but he faced my naked crotch instead as he explained, \"I think it's amazing learning how it's possible to have a genital region that doesn’t have any genitals on it, and I think it's even more amazing how I've found out now that that's what Alex has.\" Then Elliot's eyes met Mikhail’s and with a blushing smirk he added, \"I kinda really wanna touch him there myself, y'know? But I also remember how unamazed you were the first time you ever saw my groin, when that was the first time you'd ever seen a vulva before.\"\n\nMikhail’s hand paused again, at the edge of where my groin met my abdomen, and he met Elliot with a level-headedness that seemed then just to disregard his other friend that he had nakedly exposed underneath him, \"well yeah, it's not like I didn't even know what a vagina was before I saw yours, man.\" He continued, speaking with a sense of exasperation that only steadily climbed as he explained, \"we'd been talking about this stuff before then, and you'd told me what it was like with your vagina, and it wasn't like you'd just sprung an entirely new kind of crotch on me from out of nowhere...!\"\n\nAlright, I had to ask: How was it really so 'entirely new' learning what I'd always had between my legs? Being surprised by my groin was one thing, but had they really both been running all of this time off of the assumption that I just had to have the same kind of groin as either one of them?\nAs I started to give voice to those thoughts, that time it was me who'd cut in when Elliot had been about to speak - when I spoke instead it left both him and Mikhail to crane their heads back over and down toward mine, caught by surprise by the moment I'd chosen to speak; all eyes on me as I was about to continue.\n\"I mean...\" I trailed off for a second, losing sense of what I'd originally had in mind to say, and when I did continue what I ended up saying was something slightly different: \"If it is just so new, and if both of you really just want to touch me there, then...\" I paused again, blushing hard as it really struck me what I was about to ask for. \"Hell,\" I finally started to request, \"would both of you just do so?\"\n\n\"But can I do one other thing first?\" Requested Elliot in return, voicing the question in the gap that came then. \"I-I want to see it up close,\" he said, and with my go-ahead the black cat slipped off from where he'd been hovering over me, moved himself across the bed to be in front and to the left from Mikhail rather than on the opposite side from him, and found himself staring up across my body with the bottom end of my naked groin at the front and center of his view.\nThen he moved in closer, hands holding me first by my ankles and then starting to trail up over my legs. Soon he was lying nearly flat in front of me, with one of his hands meeting Mikhail’s on my left thigh and with his snout pointed straight ahead at my groin.\nThe awe that had been on his face when he first saw my groin was still there, showing more prominently on his face then than ever, and all he could say at first from where he was lying was just the same thing he'd said as I'd first revealed myself: \"No way.\"\nJust from where he was, with his gaze pointed at where my groin bottomed out, it was easy to tell what he was looking at. There, marking the upper end of my perineum, was my urethral opening, standing out alone; just a bit smaller than my belly button.\n\n\"Is this all there is?\" He asked, with a tone of excited, disbelieving astonishment in his voice as he did so. \"How is it so small?\" He continued, his hand on my left thigh rising up for a moment before pausing just above me as he finally decided, instead of moving in any closer, to just keep on gushing: \"It doesn't even have any lips, does it? It's just...\" he gestured up to Mikhail, who was watching still from his position over me and to my right, actually not quite able to see what Elliot was talking about, \"just there all by itself between Alex’s legs, isn't it?\"\n\"Yup,\" I could simply purr to him then, giving him a nod that reflected some of his excitement back at him.\nThen, in a simple deadpan, Mikhail commented: \"You see what I told you?\" It was a comment that had left Elliot about to grimace before, instead, a lewd smile spread across his face as he then started to ask, to no one in particular:\n\"Yeah, but... what happens if I touch it down there?\"\n\nHe didn't give me a chance to answer - a hand trailed in across my inner thigh, and then a finger had pressed itself in toward exactly the part of me that had just left him so astonished. \nI could see it coming, but that wasn't enough to prepare me for the actual sensation of it: The very tip of his finger brushed against that opening between my legs, then pressed itself in firm around its edges, and where the effect of the former was a sharp, sudden sensation across the lower end of my groin, the effect of the latter was a jolt that shot itself straight up from my groin and then through and across my body.\nMy legs instinctively closed in around Elliot, gripping tight against whichever parts of him they could find in the moment that followed, and as the jolt of his touch worked its way up through me it also pushed a suddenly breathless gasp up and out from me. \n\nMikhail was watching my face as this happened and, turning my gaze backwards half to catch his and half just at the sheer intensity of the sensation I was experiencing, it was clear to see just how amazed he was by my reaction to Elliot's touch - and just how eager he was to follow up on it.\nWhile Elliot’s hand was being drawn back from me in astonishment at my response to his touch, Mikhail’s hand that had been on my hip had then wandered back over toward where the upper end of my groin connected with the lower end of my abdomen. When he started rubbing me there, across the very edge of my groin’s erogenous zone, it was with a slow, steady thrum that couldn’t be any more dissimilar from the sharp, sudden jolt that characterised the way Elliot had touched the most sensitive part of my body just beforehand. While the sharp sensation of Elliot's finger pressing against my urethral opening was left to just slowly fade away, what then came in to replace it was the affectionately warm sensation of Mikhail gently just running his hand across the subtly sensitive, soft space that he’d now found stretching across my upper pubic area.\nPart of me just melted at the feeling. I couldn't help it - I sunk back into the bed, relaxing back in relief from the overstimulation that Elliot had left me with and guided along in doing so by the steady, gentle stimulation that Mikhail was giving me instead. It didn't take long for an easy, pleasured purr to begin flowing effortlessly up from inside me.\nAt the same time, an equally easy, pleasured grin was starting to spread across Mikhail’s face as his hand started to wander farther across my crotch. A soft, satisfied vocalisation of pleasure had soon escaped under the bat's breath as well, and with his palm ruffling my pubic fluff and then pressing gently down into the sensitive curve of my pubic mound underneath, he then turned his gaze past my groin and toward Elliot to ask him, \"would you believe how soft this is?\"\n\nI couldn't quite see the expression on Elliot's face as he replied, but it was with a self-conscious chuckle that he’d responded by saying, \"I'm watching you play with him there, y'know that? And from just watching you play with all that fluff he has between his legs...\" He trailed off for a second, and I'd bet he must have been just stewing in the gap that stretched out until he continued, \"it must be so soft, what with Alex having this handful of fluff for you to just run your hand through whenever you reach down there.\"\n\"Yeah, but underneath the fluff too,\" Mikhail added, with no small amount of enthusiasm showing in his voice, \"he has this perfectly soft, just slightly curvy space there for you to stretch your hand across and feel all over, and then just listen to the way he mews whenever you press your hand right in against him there.\"\n... did I leave that part out? Mikhail’s hand against my groin was working more and more pleasure out of me with each gentle, rhythmic press of his hand against my pubic mound; with each time that his fingers were left splayed out across my inner thighs while he kneaded his palm against my crotch; with each new, sensitive curve that he found to just work with his wrist. Through my constant purr there were more and more little, pleasured gasps and moans that were escaping from my lips with each moment of Mikhail’s rubbing, and I was soon seeming to myself at least to be sinking deeper and deeper against my bed with every further bit of sensation I was given to lose myself in.\n\n\"Just imagine if everyone were this easy to pleasure,\" Mikhail had added after cupping my groin in his hand, wrapping his fingers across my pubic mons, and then squeezing tight - sending another, now much more welcome jolt of raw sensation flying up through my body and pushing another breathless gasp out of me as it did so.\n\"Nah,\" Elliot shot back from farther down past my hips, as I was left being just gently held between my legs in my recovery from that last jolt, \"everyone can be this easy to pleasure, it's just a matter of how good you are with what they have.\" It was with a bit of dreaminess that he added, \"and I think Alex’s smooth groin might just be something you're really good with.\"\n\"... you think so?\" Mikhail asked, his hand pausing back against the upper end of my crotch as a bashful, self-consciously expressed look of pride spread through him. He still kept idly rubbing against me there, with his fingers and with his palm, but his efforts with his hand as a whole had slowed to a crawl as something about what Elliot had told him left him just absorbed in some musing of his own about the pleasure he was giving me.\nBut breaking Mikhail’s silence, Elliot then continued, \"I mean, I've been just watching you gliding your fingers across his loins and then watching him just writhing in pleasure at every second of it, but whatever you're actually doing to that soft little space between that cheetah boy’s legs that’s making him respond like that might as well be magic to me.\"\nSomehow, in the break that I'd been given once Mikhail had just stopped to think, I then managed to offer my own rejoinder from somewhere deep inside the bed: \"But it's really just rhythmic rubbing, right?\" I asked tentatively, not entirely sure in the moment whether or not I'd actually caught any of what they were saying.\nElliot's reply was nonplussed: \"I mean, if you boil it down to that then I could say the same thing about playing with my clit. Hell, maybe Mikhail could even say the same thing about playing with his cock, and I could definitely say the same thing about whenever I'm just idly playing with my lips, but then there's something about the way Mikhail is playing with your blank now that's just so different to any of that,\" and as he then lifted his snout off the bed to meet his gaze with Mikhail’s he added, \"right?\"\nThe way that Mikhail answered that question was a simple one, and it could have been taken as a non-committal one too if it hadn't been for the way his eyes had glazed over, and a lewd blush replaced his previously bashful one, as he'd clearly been thinking over each scenario that Elliot had put forth in turn - and then had been left thinking about nothing but my crotch. It was in a lewdly satisfied sigh that the lone, simple word \"yeah\" finally slipped out from under the bat's breath by way of answer.\n\n\"How hard are you?\" Elliot had to ask then. He'd settled back between my legs again, and his question seemed more to have been breathed out against my crotch than to have actually been asked to anyone in particular, but then the question he was asking was one that only one person in the room would actually have an answer for.\n\"Hard as hell. Full mast,\" was Mikhail’s to-the-point response, brought up out from somewhere within the haze of raw desire that had overtaken him. \"How about you?\" He somehow managed to ask after that.\n\"Dripping wet,\" Elliot answered, \"my underwear's probably soaked through. So it's just such a shame,\" he added conspiratorially, \"that there's no way like that of telling how Alex is feeling right now, is there?\"\nMikhail’s initial answer to that comment of Elliot's was just a quiet, lewd chuckle that pierced through his personal haze and carried with it its own sudden, newfound sense of confidence. \"Nah, I bet there actually is,\" he added after it, in a breathy, satisfied sigh that must have come from his own chance to rest back for the moment as he talked. \"I bet if I could see all the way underneath all of his fuzz I’d find his crotch just covered in a bright pink blush that'd be just begging for me to reach down, grab on to it, and then push him over the edge with it.\"\n(What Elliot had to have been able to see from where he was lying was that, where my pubic fur thinned out to clear way for my urethral opening, there really would have been a subtle pink blush visible underneath. I didn’t know if it would run all the way up my crotch, but I knew that at least the area around my urethral opening could find itself flushed with arousal in just the same way that a pair of labia like Elliot’s could.)\n\n\"So wouldn't it be a shame,\" Mikhail then began to ask, \"if I didn't?\"\nHis hand that had been idly playing with my groin then found itself stopped completely still, halfway down the curve of my pubic area - pubic fur caught between his fingers and pressed flat beneath his palm; the stretch of my body that waited underneath left to just beg for him to keep going.\nMy thighs were clenched tight, closed in just inches away from Elliot's face and then separated by only inches from Mikhail’s hand that they wanted nothing more than to be able to trap between my legs; to be able to push by force to just keep going.\nA whine escaped my lips, almost without my realising it, and Mikhail met it with just a lewdly glazed-over smile. \"Hey, kitty,\" he told me then. \"I think I can see pretty clearly just how turned on you are; would you like to see just how turned on I am now?\"\n\nElliot was watching, enraptured, as by way of answer I gave the bat beside him an eager, shameless nod.\nI whined again as he drew his hand away from my crotch entirely then; an expression of a sense of need that was only slightly abated by Elliot then bringing his hands up closer to me across those legs of mine that had closed in around him, then bringing his snout up to rest just off from my lap.\nWhat I couldn't help but imagine instead then was him drawing his snout in closer toward my crotch instead, teasing me with an offer of being licked there that I’d do anything to make him follow through on, but as Mikhail was rising from the bed, all Elliot did was massage my inner thigh with his hand while the both of us were left to watch what Mikhail would do next.\n\"But, hey, Alex,\" it quite nonchalantly occurred to Elliot to mention to me then, \"I really liked the way Mikhail had called you 'kitty'.\" Something about just how nonchalantly he managed to say that had then taken me aback and sent my shamelessness suddenly running from me, leaving me instead with just another blush spreading rapidly across my face - and then Elliot managed, no less nonchalantly, to then ask me, \"do you mind if I call you 'kitty' too?\"\nI could have answered Elliot’s question just with the way I blushed in reply - but, still, I managed to give the black cat who was rested in front of my naked lap a nod then that had a sudden sense of embarrassment written all over it but no less in the way of eagerness shining through it regardless.\n\"Well, kitty, I want to tell you,\" he purred to me then, stretching himself across my lap with an expression that had let out just every bit of nervous tension he could have been building up over the night, \"you have such a cute crotch, you know that?\"\n\nThat comment caused me to melt, completely lost in what Elliot had just told me and without hope of regaining the sense of composure that I’d been carrying through everything up until that point. Mikhail was forgotten, except for the bemused smile I could see him wearing from off at the corner of my eye, and as my understanding of just how much embarrassment I was capable of feeling suddenly changed in the blink of an eye I was then left futilely trying to cover my blushing face in my hands; squirming back further against the bed with every thought that could occur to me about the way Elliot had just complimented me.\nBut he wasn't done. \"Do you mind if I do one more thing real quick now,\" he began, not much less casually then than before, \"kitty?\"\nI blushed harder again, but through my blush, and through my hands that were planted firmly against my face, I still managed to give him another eager nod.\nWhat he did then was bring his head over to on top of my lap, place his lips down between my legs, and then plant just a small, soft kiss on the very center of my pubic mons, just a few delicate inches up from where his touch had first set me squirming back a few minutes before.\nWith that done, Elliot drew his lips away and gave me just a gentle squeeze on my thighs as he then left me to just keep writhing in the affirmation he'd given me and all the more in the way he’d just kissed me on my groin.\n\n(\"How is he so subby?\" I'd later be able to piece together Mikhail having whispered to Elliot while I was left just squirming on the bed.\n\"Beats me. I wanna ask how he manages to be so adorable,\" Elliot had responded only half jokingly.\nMikhail had let out a self-conscious chuckle as he'd then decided, \"forget the questions, actually, and… hell, forget about getting this fly unzipped, too. I just want to keep playing with this cheetah boy for however long he’ll be up for it.\"\nElliot might have given Mikhail some whisper in concurrence with that idea, but what exactly he would have been saying in that whisper was something that didn't quite make it through the haze I was hearing them through at that point.)\n\n\"Hey, Alex,\" I heard Mikhail saying to me from just off to the side of the bed then, \"would it be alright if I took your shirt off?\"\n\"G-go for it,\" I managed to tell him from behind my palms, still blushing hard and still futilely trying to hide it.\n\"You'll have to move your hands out of the way first, though,\" he told me, with some shyness of his own starting to find its way into his voice as he said so. When my hands didn't move, he then added, \"I can already see your groin, and being able to see you blush is nothing in comparison even if you don't have any genitals, right?\"\n\"R-right,\" I stammered back, even as what he was saying only made me dig my face deeper into my hands.\n\n\"Are you seeing this?\" Mikhail finally asked out loud, pointing the question back toward Elliot with just as much self-consciousness in it as there was exasperated disbelief.\nElliot's method of reply was to state out loud, pointing his voice forward toward me rather than to my side toward Mikhail, \"hey, Alex, if I didn't know better then I'd think again that all you were doing right now were being a trickster.\" His tone was sardonic at first, but became more earnest and gentle as he continued, \"do you mind, though, if one of us lifts your hands away from your face now?\"\n\n\"No, I don't,\" I managed to say in a murmur that for a moment nearly hid the soft purr that there was to be found underneath, and at my saying so Elliot then let himself drift off the back of the bed; letting his hands slide down from my thighs before rising back up across from where Mikhail had been standing to one side next to me.\nThen the black cat took hold of my wrists in his own slender hands and in his own gentle purr he told me, \"I'm going to lift them away now, okay?\"\nI nodded yes, as he could feel in his hands then, and I could only blush harder as it occurred to me just how silly I was being. My hands were lifted away as much by my own action as by Elliot's and then with my vision no longer covered up it was clear for me to be suddenly reminded by it that my groin wasn't covered up either.\n\nMy hands shot back toward my face, just for the briefest moment, before Elliot caught them - \"woah, hey now,\" he started to ask, \"do you want to cover back up now?\"\nHow I'd answer that took me a moment to figure out. A moment spent just looking down at the half of my body that was nakedly exposed then, not quite sure what to make of it. \"No,\" I started hesitantly, \"but... just look.\"\nElliot did look, first down and then back, and what he saw was a naked, blank cheetah groin followed by the deeply reddened face of the cheetah boy that groin belonged to. \"Would you like to have that covered up?\" He asked me then, pointing with one of his hands and one of mine down toward the space between my legs that it had just occurred to me was perfectly naked for him to see.\nHow I'd answer that was tougher still to figure out. My short answer was - no, I liked that they could see it and I liked even more how much they liked seeing it. But, \"erm,\" I finally began, \"could you... just tell me that things are okay?\"\n\n\"Yeah, Alex,\" Elliot calmly reassured me then, not missing a beat, \"everything's okay.\" He gave my hand a gentle squeeze as he continued, \"you're with friends, and you're with friends who think you're cute and sexy. We can call it here if you'd like, but I don't think either of us would mind if we kept going either.\"\n\"... should we call it here?\" Mikhail reluctantly asked out to Elliot then. \"I mean, would Alex be up for it if we kept going?\"\n\"Well that's up to him, now isn't it?\" Elliot finally replied, giving me a smile that promised a conspiracy and that saw me in charge of it for as long as I’d have it.","writing_bbcode_parsed":""Wait - really, Alex? I mean,” started the bat from off to my right, “I’ve heard of similar things before, but is that really possible, Elliot?"
"Well I've never heard of someone not having either before," replied the black cat in front of him. "So, Mikhail, knowing Alex..." he began to suggest, "I kinda wanna bet that he's really just making it up."
For some reason, something to do with the casual, teasing intimacy that my friendship with the two of them had taken on so effortlessly, the first response that had occurred to me for what the both of them had said then was just: "I-I mean... do you really want to be proven wrong?"
It was a seemingly sheepish question that I was asking them, but what I was really doing was giving the both of them a coyly-expressed but open invitation to see for themselves just what the cheetah boy they were sharing a room with would have waiting for them from between his legs.

I was with two of my friends, Mikhail and Elliot, and they'd just learned something about me that had clearly taken the both of them by surprise. I was sprawled out on the bed, rested against a propped up pair of pillows with the two of them seated on the bed at each side above me, and I'd just blurted it out. They were anxious to see, once I'd given them that invitation; clearly not quite believing what I'd just told them but also evidently not disinterested in finding out the truth for themselves.
So, with my feet in the air and my hand in place to pull my unders away and then toss them aside, I first stripped my pants down to reveal a pair of underwear stretched snug across my groin in exactly the way that neither of them had been expecting and then brought that underwear down too so as to nakedly reveal to them exactly what I'd told them I had underneath: A smooth, blank stretch of my golden spotted fur, running all the way down my pubic region, without any form of genitalia to be found jutting out from within it.
"No way," Elliot gasped, looking down in awe at what I was showing him; scanning through my pubic fur for any subtle kind of cleft or for any particularly well-disguised sign of a taped-down bulge - and failing to find anything trailing down underneath my fur but just the soft curves that naturally marked my pubic area. "You really don't have a penis or a vagina, do you?" He was blushing as he asked that to me - and he was getting redder and redder in the silence that followed that reveal. Through his blush, through his stewing, there was just a one word question that broke through: "How?"

All I could do was shrug, in answer to both his first question and his second. It was my groin, and there wasn't much more to it than that. The thought of my genital area being marked by a penis or a vagina was just as strange to me as the thought of my genital area not being marked by a penis or a vagina was to him. Still, there was a bashful blush that was spreading across my own face as I watched his; as his eyes went up to catch my shrug and then just wandered back down to between my legs where he was clearly still expecting to find something other than just the blank expanse of my groin.
Mikhail spoke next, echoing in his voice the awe that was visible on Elliot's face, "it looks so soft and cozy." One of his hands had found its way to my thigh, resting there for the moment; perhaps wanting to trail in further, but not quite daring to touch me on my genital area. He had a question to ask too then: "What's it like?"
At first I could only shrug again, thinking again - it was my groin and, as far as I was concerned, that was that. But it was only then that it occurred to me that they wouldn't know what that would actually mean. I knew that Elliot had a vulva while Mikhail had a penis and testicles, and I knew that their different sets of bits were something that they'd figured out between themselves in their own time, but it was only then that it really sunk in for me that my own set of bits was something that would be completely new to the both of them.
So what was it like having my blank groin instead of having Mikhail’s penis or Elliot's vagina? It was simpler than having either of those would be, and it meant having fewer things getting in the way, and... thinking about the things that different people had between their legs where I had my groin, it occurred to me that it was just soft and cozy, and right, to have what I had instead.

"Can I touch it?" Mikhail blurted out, right as I was about to explain what had just occurred to me. He'd turned his own gaze up and away from my crotch, and meeting his face it was clear to see the blush that was mirrored on it from both Elliot's and my own. "I-I just wanna see what it feels like," he stammered, "if that's okay with you."
My answer was a timidly expressed but energetic nod. At my go-ahead, and while Elliot just watched reverently, Mikhail’s free hand then found its way up across the bed and then up from between my legs; trailing across my upper thigh before hesitating for a second as the finger that was leading it drew closer and closer to the curve where my thigh met with the soft, naked space of my groin.
"... should I be doing this?" Mikhail asked me, and I nodded again, bashful but welcoming of his touch.
"If you're up for it, then I'm up for it," I could state for him then.

At the same time, though, was when Elliot chose to cut in, through a blush that he had to keep from rising up further as he feigned a flat interjection, "this isn't that new," he was telling himself as well as his friend, "you've already touched my puss before, dude."
Mikhail’s face turned beet red at that, and he seemed to have completely missed what I'd been saying at the same time. His hand that had been about to resume its climb up from between my legs instead remained frozen where it was, while his hand on my thigh closest to him suddenly found itself squeezing that thigh tight.
All he could do was protest, facing Elliot and pushing through his deep blush, "that's different!" What he was about to do with me was in that moment left forgotten as he explained, "we'd arranged that beforehand, and you were touching my penis at the same time, and, besides... Alex’s smooth spot is different from your vagina...!"

Well that made my face turn beet red as well then. Despite what I'd been thinking less than a minute ago, all I could do then was ask, "... is it?"
"Well of course it is," Mikhail responded immediately, exasperation in his voice: "Elliot has a clitoris, and labia, and a urethral opening, and a womb – I know all that through him, but... do you have any of that? I don't even know what at all you would have underneath all the fluff you have instead." His hand did suddenly rise to my groin, then, but just for him to drag his palm pointedly across a tuft of fur that jutted from its center before trailing his hand away toward the far end of my hips.

"I-I have a urethral opening," I could at least reply to him by saying, though. "And all over underneath my pubic fur I have a space that's sensitive to the touch - like I guess a vagina would be." I'd gulped as I added that last part, as the thought just of how I was talking about that part of myself occurred to me, but I wasn't going to stop. "Inside me there are organs that are analogous to the ovaries or testicles, as well, a-and there’s also one that's analogous to the prostate or to the Skein's gland."
"So how about that?" I asked to both Mikhail and Elliot when what I'd just told them didn't get an immediate reply from either of them.

There was an embarrassed smile on Elliot's face, and a vindictive look on Mikhail’s, aimed at Elliot, that melted when he turned toward his friend to actually see the embarrassment that was written on him.
"That'll answer your question then," Elliot said in a statement that managed to be peaceable, bashful and impish in how it was made, "and I imagine that makes at least one of us who’d actually gotten a proper sex education back in school, hey Alex?"
I was about to say something more, some statement to try to defuse the tension that had been brought into the room or else some statement about just how I’d gotten to actually learn this stuff, but then Mikhail simply said: "Sorry about that." His expression was in the middle of becoming a more coyly suggestive one through his blush as he then slowly asked, "... can I still touch you there?"

I was about to purr out a confident reassurance of exactly that when Elliot cut in again.
He was hovering over my body, one hand planted beside my shoulder to support himself with, as he leaned in toward Mikhail in order to teasingly ask him then, "you really are just so curious about Alex's groin, aren't you?"
Mikhail’s blush had been fading, starting to be replaced by a lewder, more forward expression of excitement, but then that blush reappeared in full force as Elliot gave him that comment. Still, as Mikhail was slowly, carefully bringing his hand back in toward my groin, he managed to simply reply, "well, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I am," Elliot answered, hand on his chin and gaze at first turned to his navel – but he faced my naked crotch instead as he explained, "I think it's amazing learning how it's possible to have a genital region that doesn’t have any genitals on it, and I think it's even more amazing how I've found out now that that's what Alex has." Then Elliot's eyes met Mikhail’s and with a blushing smirk he added, "I kinda really wanna touch him there myself, y'know? But I also remember how unamazed you were the first time you ever saw my groin, when that was the first time you'd ever seen a vulva before."

Mikhail’s hand paused again, at the edge of where my groin met my abdomen, and he met Elliot with a level-headedness that seemed then just to disregard his other friend that he had nakedly exposed underneath him, "well yeah, it's not like I didn't even know what a vagina was before I saw yours, man." He continued, speaking with a sense of exasperation that only steadily climbed as he explained, "we'd been talking about this stuff before then, and you'd told me what it was like with your vagina, and it wasn't like you'd just sprung an entirely new kind of crotch on me from out of nowhere...!"

Alright, I had to ask: How was it really so 'entirely new' learning what I'd always had between my legs? Being surprised by my groin was one thing, but had they really both been running all of this time off of the assumption that I just had to have the same kind of groin as either one of them?
As I started to give voice to those thoughts, that time it was me who'd cut in when Elliot had been about to speak - when I spoke instead it left both him and Mikhail to crane their heads back over and down toward mine, caught by surprise by the moment I'd chosen to speak; all eyes on me as I was about to continue.
"I mean..." I trailed off for a second, losing sense of what I'd originally had in mind to say, and when I did continue what I ended up saying was something slightly different: "If it is just so new, and if both of you really just want to touch me there, then..." I paused again, blushing hard as it really struck me what I was about to ask for. "Hell," I finally started to request, "would both of you just do so?"

"But can I do one other thing first?" Requested Elliot in return, voicing the question in the gap that came then. "I-I want to see it up close," he said, and with my go-ahead the black cat slipped off from where he'd been hovering over me, moved himself across the bed to be in front and to the left from Mikhail rather than on the opposite side from him, and found himself staring up across my body with the bottom end of my naked groin at the front and center of his view.
Then he moved in closer, hands holding me first by my ankles and then starting to trail up over my legs. Soon he was lying nearly flat in front of me, with one of his hands meeting Mikhail’s on my left thigh and with his snout pointed straight ahead at my groin.
The awe that had been on his face when he first saw my groin was still there, showing more prominently on his face then than ever, and all he could say at first from where he was lying was just the same thing he'd said as I'd first revealed myself: "No way."
Just from where he was, with his gaze pointed at where my groin bottomed out, it was easy to tell what he was looking at. There, marking the upper end of my perineum, was my urethral opening, standing out alone; just a bit smaller than my belly button.

"Is this all there is?" He asked, with a tone of excited, disbelieving astonishment in his voice as he did so. "How is it so small?" He continued, his hand on my left thigh rising up for a moment before pausing just above me as he finally decided, instead of moving in any closer, to just keep on gushing: "It doesn't even have any lips, does it? It's just..." he gestured up to Mikhail, who was watching still from his position over me and to my right, actually not quite able to see what Elliot was talking about, "just there all by itself between Alex’s legs, isn't it?"
"Yup," I could simply purr to him then, giving him a nod that reflected some of his excitement back at him.
Then, in a simple deadpan, Mikhail commented: "You see what I told you?" It was a comment that had left Elliot about to grimace before, instead, a lewd smile spread across his face as he then started to ask, to no one in particular:
"Yeah, but... what happens if I touch it down there?"

He didn't give me a chance to answer - a hand trailed in across my inner thigh, and then a finger had pressed itself in toward exactly the part of me that had just left him so astonished.
I could see it coming, but that wasn't enough to prepare me for the actual sensation of it: The very tip of his finger brushed against that opening between my legs, then pressed itself in firm around its edges, and where the effect of the former was a sharp, sudden sensation across the lower end of my groin, the effect of the latter was a jolt that shot itself straight up from my groin and then through and across my body.
My legs instinctively closed in around Elliot, gripping tight against whichever parts of him they could find in the moment that followed, and as the jolt of his touch worked its way up through me it also pushed a suddenly breathless gasp up and out from me.

Mikhail was watching my face as this happened and, turning my gaze backwards half to catch his and half just at the sheer intensity of the sensation I was experiencing, it was clear to see just how amazed he was by my reaction to Elliot's touch - and just how eager he was to follow up on it.
While Elliot’s hand was being drawn back from me in astonishment at my response to his touch, Mikhail’s hand that had been on my hip had then wandered back over toward where the upper end of my groin connected with the lower end of my abdomen. When he started rubbing me there, across the very edge of my groin’s erogenous zone, it was with a slow, steady thrum that couldn’t be any more dissimilar from the sharp, sudden jolt that characterised the way Elliot had touched the most sensitive part of my body just beforehand. While the sharp sensation of Elliot's finger pressing against my urethral opening was left to just slowly fade away, what then came in to replace it was the affectionately warm sensation of Mikhail gently just running his hand across the subtly sensitive, soft space that he’d now found stretching across my upper pubic area.
Part of me just melted at the feeling. I couldn't help it - I sunk back into the bed, relaxing back in relief from the overstimulation that Elliot had left me with and guided along in doing so by the steady, gentle stimulation that Mikhail was giving me instead. It didn't take long for an easy, pleasured purr to begin flowing effortlessly up from inside me.
At the same time, an equally easy, pleasured grin was starting to spread across Mikhail’s face as his hand started to wander farther across my crotch. A soft, satisfied vocalisation of pleasure had soon escaped under the bat's breath as well, and with his palm ruffling my pubic fluff and then pressing gently down into the sensitive curve of my pubic mound underneath, he then turned his gaze past my groin and toward Elliot to ask him, "would you believe how soft this is?"

I couldn't quite see the expression on Elliot's face as he replied, but it was with a self-conscious chuckle that he’d responded by saying, "I'm watching you play with him there, y'know that? And from just watching you play with all that fluff he has between his legs..." He trailed off for a second, and I'd bet he must have been just stewing in the gap that stretched out until he continued, "it must be so soft, what with Alex having this handful of fluff for you to just run your hand through whenever you reach down there."
"Yeah, but underneath the fluff too," Mikhail added, with no small amount of enthusiasm showing in his voice, "he has this perfectly soft, just slightly curvy space there for you to stretch your hand across and feel all over, and then just listen to the way he mews whenever you press your hand right in against him there."
... did I leave that part out? Mikhail’s hand against my groin was working more and more pleasure out of me with each gentle, rhythmic press of his hand against my pubic mound; with each time that his fingers were left splayed out across my inner thighs while he kneaded his palm against my crotch; with each new, sensitive curve that he found to just work with his wrist. Through my constant purr there were more and more little, pleasured gasps and moans that were escaping from my lips with each moment of Mikhail’s rubbing, and I was soon seeming to myself at least to be sinking deeper and deeper against my bed with every further bit of sensation I was given to lose myself in.

"Just imagine if everyone were this easy to pleasure," Mikhail had added after cupping my groin in his hand, wrapping his fingers across my pubic mons, and then squeezing tight - sending another, now much more welcome jolt of raw sensation flying up through my body and pushing another breathless gasp out of me as it did so.
"Nah," Elliot shot back from farther down past my hips, as I was left being just gently held between my legs in my recovery from that last jolt, "everyone can be this easy to pleasure, it's just a matter of how good you are with what they have." It was with a bit of dreaminess that he added, "and I think Alex’s smooth groin might just be something you're really good with."
"... you think so?" Mikhail asked, his hand pausing back against the upper end of my crotch as a bashful, self-consciously expressed look of pride spread through him. He still kept idly rubbing against me there, with his fingers and with his palm, but his efforts with his hand as a whole had slowed to a crawl as something about what Elliot had told him left him just absorbed in some musing of his own about the pleasure he was giving me.
But breaking Mikhail’s silence, Elliot then continued, "I mean, I've been just watching you gliding your fingers across his loins and then watching him just writhing in pleasure at every second of it, but whatever you're actually doing to that soft little space between that cheetah boy’s legs that’s making him respond like that might as well be magic to me."
Somehow, in the break that I'd been given once Mikhail had just stopped to think, I then managed to offer my own rejoinder from somewhere deep inside the bed: "But it's really just rhythmic rubbing, right?" I asked tentatively, not entirely sure in the moment whether or not I'd actually caught any of what they were saying.
Elliot's reply was nonplussed: "I mean, if you boil it down to that then I could say the same thing about playing with my clit. Hell, maybe Mikhail could even say the same thing about playing with his cock, and I could definitely say the same thing about whenever I'm just idly playing with my lips, but then there's something about the way Mikhail is playing with your blank now that's just so different to any of that," and as he then lifted his snout off the bed to meet his gaze with Mikhail’s he added, "right?"
The way that Mikhail answered that question was a simple one, and it could have been taken as a non-committal one too if it hadn't been for the way his eyes had glazed over, and a lewd blush replaced his previously bashful one, as he'd clearly been thinking over each scenario that Elliot had put forth in turn - and then had been left thinking about nothing but my crotch. It was in a lewdly satisfied sigh that the lone, simple word "yeah" finally slipped out from under the bat's breath by way of answer.

"How hard are you?" Elliot had to ask then. He'd settled back between my legs again, and his question seemed more to have been breathed out against my crotch than to have actually been asked to anyone in particular, but then the question he was asking was one that only one person in the room would actually have an answer for.
"Hard as hell. Full mast," was Mikhail’s to-the-point response, brought up out from somewhere within the haze of raw desire that had overtaken him. "How about you?" He somehow managed to ask after that.
"Dripping wet," Elliot answered, "my underwear's probably soaked through. So it's just such a shame," he added conspiratorially, "that there's no way like that of telling how Alex is feeling right now, is there?"
Mikhail’s initial answer to that comment of Elliot's was just a quiet, lewd chuckle that pierced through his personal haze and carried with it its own sudden, newfound sense of confidence. "Nah, I bet there actually is," he added after it, in a breathy, satisfied sigh that must have come from his own chance to rest back for the moment as he talked. "I bet if I could see all the way underneath all of his fuzz I’d find his crotch just covered in a bright pink blush that'd be just begging for me to reach down, grab on to it, and then push him over the edge with it."
(What Elliot had to have been able to see from where he was lying was that, where my pubic fur thinned out to clear way for my urethral opening, there really would have been a subtle pink blush visible underneath. I didn’t know if it would run all the way up my crotch, but I knew that at least the area around my urethral opening could find itself flushed with arousal in just the same way that a pair of labia like Elliot’s could.)

"So wouldn't it be a shame," Mikhail then began to ask, "if I didn't?"
His hand that had been idly playing with my groin then found itself stopped completely still, halfway down the curve of my pubic area - pubic fur caught between his fingers and pressed flat beneath his palm; the stretch of my body that waited underneath left to just beg for him to keep going.
My thighs were clenched tight, closed in just inches away from Elliot's face and then separated by only inches from Mikhail’s hand that they wanted nothing more than to be able to trap between my legs; to be able to push by force to just keep going.
A whine escaped my lips, almost without my realising it, and Mikhail met it with just a lewdly glazed-over smile. "Hey, kitty," he told me then. "I think I can see pretty clearly just how turned on you are; would you like to see just how turned on I am now?"

Elliot was watching, enraptured, as by way of answer I gave the bat beside him an eager, shameless nod.
I whined again as he drew his hand away from my crotch entirely then; an expression of a sense of need that was only slightly abated by Elliot then bringing his hands up closer to me across those legs of mine that had closed in around him, then bringing his snout up to rest just off from my lap.
What I couldn't help but imagine instead then was him drawing his snout in closer toward my crotch instead, teasing me with an offer of being licked there that I’d do anything to make him follow through on, but as Mikhail was rising from the bed, all Elliot did was massage my inner thigh with his hand while the both of us were left to watch what Mikhail would do next.
"But, hey, Alex," it quite nonchalantly occurred to Elliot to mention to me then, "I really liked the way Mikhail had called you 'kitty'." Something about just how nonchalantly he managed to say that had then taken me aback and sent my shamelessness suddenly running from me, leaving me instead with just another blush spreading rapidly across my face - and then Elliot managed, no less nonchalantly, to then ask me, "do you mind if I call you 'kitty' too?"
I could have answered Elliot’s question just with the way I blushed in reply - but, still, I managed to give the black cat who was rested in front of my naked lap a nod then that had a sudden sense of embarrassment written all over it but no less in the way of eagerness shining through it regardless.
"Well, kitty, I want to tell you," he purred to me then, stretching himself across my lap with an expression that had let out just every bit of nervous tension he could have been building up over the night, "you have such a cute crotch, you know that?"

That comment caused me to melt, completely lost in what Elliot had just told me and without hope of regaining the sense of composure that I’d been carrying through everything up until that point. Mikhail was forgotten, except for the bemused smile I could see him wearing from off at the corner of my eye, and as my understanding of just how much embarrassment I was capable of feeling suddenly changed in the blink of an eye I was then left futilely trying to cover my blushing face in my hands; squirming back further against the bed with every thought that could occur to me about the way Elliot had just complimented me.
But he wasn't done. "Do you mind if I do one more thing real quick now," he began, not much less casually then than before, "kitty?"
I blushed harder again, but through my blush, and through my hands that were planted firmly against my face, I still managed to give him another eager nod.
What he did then was bring his head over to on top of my lap, place his lips down between my legs, and then plant just a small, soft kiss on the very center of my pubic mons, just a few delicate inches up from where his touch had first set me squirming back a few minutes before.
With that done, Elliot drew his lips away and gave me just a gentle squeeze on my thighs as he then left me to just keep writhing in the affirmation he'd given me and all the more in the way he’d just kissed me on my groin.

("How is he so subby?" I'd later be able to piece together Mikhail having whispered to Elliot while I was left just squirming on the bed.
"Beats me. I wanna ask how he manages to be so adorable," Elliot had responded only half jokingly.
Mikhail had let out a self-conscious chuckle as he'd then decided, "forget the questions, actually, and… hell, forget about getting this fly unzipped, too. I just want to keep playing with this cheetah boy for however long he’ll be up for it."
Elliot might have given Mikhail some whisper in concurrence with that idea, but what exactly he would have been saying in that whisper was something that didn't quite make it through the haze I was hearing them through at that point.)

"Hey, Alex," I heard Mikhail saying to me from just off to the side of the bed then, "would it be alright if I took your shirt off?"
"G-go for it," I managed to tell him from behind my palms, still blushing hard and still futilely trying to hide it.
"You'll have to move your hands out of the way first, though," he told me, with some shyness of his own starting to find its way into his voice as he said so. When my hands didn't move, he then added, "I can already see your groin, and being able to see you blush is nothing in comparison even if you don't have any genitals, right?"
"R-right," I stammered back, even as what he was saying only made me dig my face deeper into my hands.

"Are you seeing this?" Mikhail finally asked out loud, pointing the question back toward Elliot with just as much self-consciousness in it as there was exasperated disbelief.
Elliot's method of reply was to state out loud, pointing his voice forward toward me rather than to my side toward Mikhail, "hey, Alex, if I didn't know better then I'd think again that all you were doing right now were being a trickster." His tone was sardonic at first, but became more earnest and gentle as he continued, "do you mind, though, if one of us lifts your hands away from your face now?"

"No, I don't," I managed to say in a murmur that for a moment nearly hid the soft purr that there was to be found underneath, and at my saying so Elliot then let himself drift off the back of the bed; letting his hands slide down from my thighs before rising back up across from where Mikhail had been standing to one side next to me.
Then the black cat took hold of my wrists in his own slender hands and in his own gentle purr he told me, "I'm going to lift them away now, okay?"
I nodded yes, as he could feel in his hands then, and I could only blush harder as it occurred to me just how silly I was being. My hands were lifted away as much by my own action as by Elliot's and then with my vision no longer covered up it was clear for me to be suddenly reminded by it that my groin wasn't covered up either.

My hands shot back toward my face, just for the briefest moment, before Elliot caught them - "woah, hey now," he started to ask, "do you want to cover back up now?"
How I'd answer that took me a moment to figure out. A moment spent just looking down at the half of my body that was nakedly exposed then, not quite sure what to make of it. "No," I started hesitantly, "but... just look."
Elliot did look, first down and then back, and what he saw was a naked, blank cheetah groin followed by the deeply reddened face of the cheetah boy that groin belonged to. "Would you like to have that covered up?" He asked me then, pointing with one of his hands and one of mine down toward the space between my legs that it had just occurred to me was perfectly naked for him to see.
How I'd answer that was tougher still to figure out. My short answer was - no, I liked that they could see it and I liked even more how much they liked seeing it. But, "erm," I finally began, "could you... just tell me that things are okay?"

"Yeah, Alex," Elliot calmly reassured me then, not missing a beat, "everything's okay." He gave my hand a gentle squeeze as he continued, "you're with friends, and you're with friends who think you're cute and sexy. We can call it here if you'd like, but I don't think either of us would mind if we kept going either."
"... should we call it here?" Mikhail reluctantly asked out to Elliot then. "I mean, would Alex be up for it if we kept going?"
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