He could feel Gary's bulge twitching in between his asscheeks as easily as the real thing. That huge dick that would occasionally leave him limping from time to time, locked beneath his underwear and his sweatpants. Perhaps Little Cato was imagining it, or maybe it was because he decided to mess around with the bored man while Avocato was out on errands for most of the day.

By giving him a show wearing nothing else but his jockstrap that fit like a glove around his round ass. It wasn't Gary's idea of entertainment that came often, but he appreciated it nonetheless when the teen did a bit of a dance for him and took to grinding on his lap to finish it up, as he did now. Rolling around his hugely exposed ass on his secondary dad's groin in a teasing matter and making it clap with his clothed cock in between them. Gary laid back on the couch, airily moaning and watching his boyfriend's son tease him with a lazy smirk.

Who knew Spidercat was this thick? Granted he was nimble and could navigate through vents like it's nothing, but with this much cake? How did he do it? What was his secret? The blonde had been thinking it over since Little Cato came up to him during the day in nothing but his adopted father's underwear, which now ground around on his cock from beneath his clothes, teasing him.

He even expressed it, palming the teen's cheek that started to bounce in his lap. "How'd a skinny thing like you acquire this much cake and still be as fast as Speed Gonzales, I do not know." He hummed, giving it a tap before sitting back and enjoying the show.

Little Cato's reaction was to lift his ass off of the twitching bulge that was beginning to dampen from the precum building up and firmly slam it down on it, getting a surprised yelp out of the human, looking back with a cocky smirk. "Heh, I dunno myself, but I'm enjoying this way too much. Or maybe..." He shook around his daddy's bulge that he managed to get in between his cheeks again as the human groaned, gritting his teeth. The sensation much be beginning to drive him wild and he's only given him a lapdance for as long as five minutes. "I've always been thick. Must've been all the cream you guys gave me since graduation."

"Couldn't be that. You suck enough out of me and dear ol' dad that we hardly have enough to give you seconds. And when're you-" Plap! Little Cato bounced on his clothed erection again. "Agh! Gonna let me put my dick in between all of that...that cake?"

"Never," Little Cato replied, sticking his tongue out at him. "I'm gonna tease you until you cum, and I'm gonna do it so good."

Gary frowned, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" His mechanic arm whirred as he flexed its fingers and clenched its hand into a fist. Hasn't he learned his lesson about overteasing? It seems that one time at the club with his father and a few other drunks hadn't done too much of a good job, other than leave him with a sore anus. "You're gonna tease the Star Dragon?"

"Pretty much." Says the cheeky little rascal sliding back and forth in his lap on the couch before bending forward and shaking his ass in his face. "Unless you want me to sto-" His sentence ended with a yowl when Gary's hand came down on his rear, emitting a sharp 'smack' that echoed in the silent air of the living room. His tail shot out straight, then settled down as another swat came in just as Little Cato was trying to make sense of the sudden blow. "Ah!"

"Well..." Gary shrugged, palming the kid's right buttcheek and giving it a squeeze now that he momentarily wasn't being subject to any more of his torturous lap dancing. "Don't stop on my account." And he slaps his ass again with a little more force with the feline moaning now, and grinding on him with more conviction than before, gunning to make him shoot his load before those hands spanking him do. And boy, did it feel good.

Little Cato suffered another swat to the left cheek while he twerked on the twitching bulge, listening to the man's occasional moans and making sure to grind real hard on him along the way. His tail twitched and shot out from the strikes that were getting increasingly harder and harder the more he teased. His own dick was twitching in the confines of his father's olive-green jockstrap because those slaps sent some good vibrations through him.

One strike later after minutes of relentless spanks and dick grindings and Little Cato shivered. He was hit in a good spot while spinning his rear around in circles on the blonde's bulge. "Oh, shit- nyah!" 

"Language. Now that's two slaps." Gary tutted later on into the spank session, giving Little Cato's right buttcheek two additional swats with his metallic hand, which gave him more pleasure than he could now give to the human right back. In ordinary situations, these kinds of strikes would come lighter, but constantly, like he was using his ass like a pair of bongos. He knew that much, being a humanoid version of an earthling cat.

But now, the teen was getting much the same, only harder, but with less speed. And that it was beginning to wear on Little Cato's ability to endure it. This kind of patting was about to make him cum, and it showed by how shaky and uncoordinated he was grinding on Gary's crotch which was growing damper by the minute. It was clear that both of them were reaching their limit. Gary himself was level-headed about it, strangely, but the tangerinette was purring loudly and whimpering under his breath. The latter could tell he was getting close, but he wasn't hesitating since the little furball was intent on teasing him to release.

In a way, he was getting his just deserts. He snickered, finding the cat's resolve to be more or less worn down by the power of butt-slapping. He'd revel in the premature victory if he didn't feel such a big need to just take his cock out, pin Little Cato down, and just fuck in between his cheeks until he came. Because his cock ached for freedom. But he was patient enough to let the boy have his fun, fortunately for him. He thrusted against Little Cato's bouncing butt and smacked one of his reddening cheeks again, drawing a shaky moan out of him, and hit him again before he finished.

"Ah, G-Gary!" The cat panted, his tongue hanging from his open maw as the slaps continued. The sensation was mind-numbing but he kept on grinding in the human's lap, clenching his teeth as the blush across his face darkened, his own bulge leaving a wet spot. "God, you keep doing that, I'm gonna-"

SMACK

Gary spanked his tender rear with both hands before he finished his sentence. "Ahhh~!" And he ended up letting go into the jockstrap, his ass quivering planted firmly on Gary's crotch. As he orgasmed, he rubbed back and forth on the human, making his ass clap along the way as his ears perk to the human struggling to hold in a moan of his own as he was teetering over the edge. He wasn't going down alone. He looked back at the human with an amorous snarl. "N-not...cumming...alone!"

"No! D-damn- you!" Gary cursed when Little Cato mustered the strength mid-orgasm to slam down on his bulge yet again and bring him over the edge at long last. The blonde groaned, cumming alongside the orange Ventrexian and leaning forward to hold him close as he thrusted and ground into his voluptuous ass, riding it out whereas the latter was just about done.

The sensation of a twitching pitched tent rubbing in between his asscheeks had the teen purring his name all along the way, biting his lip and moaning for him. He was still entrapped in the human's embrace after he came down from his high, having made a mess in his underwear from all of this teasing. 

Fingers ruffle his cyan mohawk and scratch behind Little Cato's ears as he lay practically butt-naked against his father's goofball of a parent, leaning his head back against the touch, releasing a pleasant rumbling sound that ensured he wasn't getting out of this, despite his current wardrobe. Not that either of them minded of course. Especially not Little Cato, because he teased Gary, and took that spanking like a champ.

He chuckled, snuggling into the human's neck.

He took it so good, and would've taunted him for it if the two didn't freeze upon hearing the lock of the front door click. They then sit up in a start, eyes wide and panic already setting in.

"Oh..." Little Cato started.

"Crap. Avocato's back." Gary finished meekly before shooing him off and dashing after him into the bedroom just as the door opened. Yeah, the trash-talking would wait until later.