This felt...odd. But also, a good kind of odd. That was what he was all about, after all, being a cute, but fierce Tiger-Tiger.

The kid's dick throbbed and leaked out this weird substance that made what he was doing right now more fluid, and a pleasant experience given that it felt nice and warm on his pawpads. Nice and warm, just the way he liked it, for the strange task he was participating in with a fellow specimen.

"Thattaboy, kid, just uhh...keep it steady?" Biskit said with an uncertain, but somehow enthusiastic tone, seated next to the lounging orange Ventrexian on the bed with his eight-inched cock (How he had grown over the years) sandwiched in between his paws that was just large enough to give some form of pleasure. His soles accompanied the top and bottom of the shaft but his paws barely touched by the toes. "Oof, this thing's pretty long, and big."

He was sure the kid wouldn't get much out of it, but somehow, he was. It was crazy for the technician since this was way out of his expertise, yet with Little Cato's guidance, he was starting to get the hang of it. And he was enjoying it a little too much, but that was just him. He hoped.

"As steady as I can...mmm...manage. A-and yeah, it's pretty big. I take after my Dad." Little Cato moaned, biting his lip to stifle more from coming out staring down at his cock being handled slowly and accurately by the small feet of Biskit, who seemed puzzled by this whole thing about giving a footjob. He taught him the ins and outs of it and even fucked them for the most part until he got it down. Safe to say, he learned quickly.

But, he was told not to move at all during the process, as the little guy needed to learn all about this as he could without further assistance. Those paws of his were so, so very smooth, and the teen found it a challenge not to move even an inch no matter how much he wanted to. He moved so slowly and he desperately wanted him to move just a little bit faster if it could not make him feel like he was being teased. Not that he'd be subject to, as he seemed very strict about doing things his way. He was older despite his diminutive size but sexy enough to be his sugar daddy. At thirty-six.

Perfect. 

Biskit's paw on the top side of his cock stops except for the other one, whose sole was rubbing up and down the underside, reaching the tip, causing him to jolt and hiss, exhaling with a moan. Like his own and Avocato's, his feet were just as soft, if not softer, as well as more nimble and comfortably hugged him from both sides. He grit his teeth and held back on moving as the Sub-Ventrexian hummed, tapping his chin and rubbing his foot faster against the teen's shaft, eliciting more moans out of him, and focused more on the tip.

"When I do this, I excrete more of that weird stuff coming out of your pecker there," He observed, rubbing the top of his foot against it and getting some of it in between his toes before wiggling and looking closely at the clear substance. "Interestin'. Interestin', I like that." He smiled, going back to teasing the head by rubbing around it.

By him doing this, Little Cato was doing just about everything he could to keep himself from even twitching with the Tiger-Tiger's feet working him over, as they seemed to make him do every once in a while. He never told him to keep quiet either, but he was trying to be anyway, as to not disturb him somehow, as he liked to work in peace. Or if there were interesting scenarios going on around the ship. His soles begin working on his shaft again with the same speed he went using one of them and Little Cato groaned, his paws tightly gripping the bedsheets digging holes in.

"Fffffuuuuck!" He exhaled, with Biskit now stroking his cock by sliding one foot down his dick while the other goes up. "Fuck!" He cursed again, not expecting him to perform this well with his feet, even if it was his first time doing them like this. But then again, he was simply exploring the wonders and mechanics of giving a footjob. It wasn't like he hadn't done this in a long time and was only getting back into it under the guise of studying what amount of pleasure he could get out of the fellow Ventrexian by doing a certain movement with his feet.

Biskit hummed questionably, noting the dirty words he was moaning out at the way he pleasured him, now stroking his shaft with both paws, moving at the same, steady but languid pace as before. "Your profanity suggests this technique I just used gets the most pleasure out of you, correct?" 

"Y-yeah, but I never had it done to me before," Little Cato answers after taking a breath. "But can you please- ah! G-go a little faster?" 

"Interesting," Biskit murmured, purring with growing delight as he grants the teen's request, paying more attention to the amount of precum he was excreting now that he was making more noise whilst getting louder. He was also beginning to move his hips when he specifically said not to but figured he'd let it slide this time. His feet must feel good for him to want to fuck them as he did. While he moved his feet, he did so in a circular motion, moving the taller feline's cock along. He even made sure to stroke all the way down and up to maximize the pleasure he was inputting, to his delight.

He kept it up for a moment longer, never minding Little Cato's groans, before stopping at the base and keeping his left foot there while his right foot continued to rub in circles on the underside and work its way to the tip and back. He stuck his tongue out and worked his right paw a little faster, resulting in the teen buck his hips up at least. He nearly drew back in surprise but kept working nonetheless.

"S-sorry," Little Cato apologized in the middle of moaning. "I couldn't..."

"You're fine, kid, just let me work for a little bit longer," The striped kit dismissed, rubbing the entirety of the bottom of his foot on Little Cato's shaft and picking up the pace with each rub towards the tip. "All you need to do is lemme know when you're gonna burst."

"y-yeah, nngh- hah!" Little Cato gasped when Biskit's foot rubbed up and down on his sensitive cockhead. He was already close and he could do nothing but meow that out in his mother tongue once he was getting him off at a faster rate than he could handle. Plus, the tip was beginning to grow tender from how hard he was pressing with his foot.

At this, the Tiger-Tiger stops and settled his right paw down on his balls, tickling them with his toes, as his eccentric little mind told him to, and wrapped a gloved paw around his shaft, pumping away as he could see a little bead of cum begin to seep out. He must've stopped right when he was about to cum. Nice timing. He jerked below the tip and over, rubbing the ball of his foot around the fuzzy ballsack of the orange cat who shook, breathing heavily as the small paw of the technician brought him closer to the edge.

"B-Biskit, I...I..."

"Yeah, yeah, kid, you made that obvious just a second ago," The Tiger-Tiger rolled his eyes, raising his other foot a little and tapping his cock against it every couple of strokes. "Now hurry up, I've got better things to go." He tapped it more against his paw, then used both paws to jerk him off. He was rather thick for him, but he had gotten him close regardless.

The tip pulsed in his fingers and his palm as the rest of it did with his other paw that squeezed it as he stroked, making sure to utilize his feet every once in a while. Little Cato's noises reach higher levels and Biskit did all but jerk him off faster. He wore gloves but he could feel his padded palms through them, and he just didn't stand a chance at lasting any longer.

"Ahh...hisssss...aAAAaaaaAAaahhh~!" The orange Ventrexian let out in a broken moan as he came with Biskit still tapping his meat against his footpaw, shooting all over that, his gloved paws stroking his cock and his other paw. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He arched his back, rolling his hips against all four of the Tiger-Tiger's paws milking him, reveling in the orgasmic bliss they instilled in him, making his nerves jolt. The sub-Ventrexian continued to jerk him off, not even bothered by all the spunk he was getting all over his gloves and his feet, as he was more interested in draining the little guy's balls.

By the time he was done with that, he sits back and brings one of his soiled gloves to his nose, sniffing at the semi-clear substance, and picking up a musky, but clean, sterilized scent. Almost like chlorine. He licked some off and tasted salty sweetness. "This stuff tastes great." He hummed with a tooth-filled grin as he then proceeds to gleefully lick both paws clean of the teen's cum, purring loudly along the way.

"Wowee! Hey, kid, you gotta- mrow!" He exclaimed, about to tell Little Cato about his delicious discovery, only to yelp when his legs were brought together and he felt a coarse tongue slide up and down his feet. "Hehe, hey, kid, that tickles!"

"Mmhm," He merely purred in return, occupying himself with sucking on Biskit's toes with him trying not to bust out laughing. It just felt so ticklish.

Now this thing with feet was definitely the next thing he'd invest in and learn all about.