Cayen's apartment was quiet today, despite having three people in it.

Chloé was curled up in the wingback chair on her tablet, idly swiping through articles. Cayen and Glire both took up one side of the couch-mode futon, their legs running parallel to each other while they, too, read on their respective screens — Glire on her phone, and Cayen on Glire's laptop. Cayen purred softly, as Glire rubbed her ankle with a free hand.

Cayen looked up at the bunny across from her between posts, and then at the mouse in her chair, and slowly, she moved her other foot.

She could /hear/ the blush as it slid between Glire's legs and against her groin.

She went back to reading, idly rubbing with her toes. Glire's clit began to stiffen and press against the fabric, making it that much easier to focus her rubbing.

She grinned. It was so fun to tease Glire like this, especially when it was so quiet. It was like a game of chicken, see how long it would take before one of them broke the social contract and—

Glire suddenly hauled Cayen's foot up from her groin. Cayen slid forward until she lay flat against the futon, grinning, waiting to see what Glire did next. 

Without saying a word, Glire ran her tongue up the sole of Cayen's foot.

The feline let out a little squeak.

Chloé looked in their general direction. Glire looked down at Cayen, like she didn't have to look around her foot to do so. "Shh," Glire said. "We're reading."

Cayen went dead quiet.

Glire shifted position a little, and tilted her head, and, damn her, /continued reading/ as she ran her tongue along Cayen's sole again, slow and soft. Cayen bit her lip and tried to read some more, but every slow lick derailed her thought process, and she read the same paragraph seven times before giving up.

She wanted to whimper, but didn't.

Glire kissed Cayen's big toe, and continued to scroll through her news feeds. "Everything okay?" Glire asked, sparing a glance at the feline.

"...You told me to shh," Cayen said. "So I am."

"Oh, I see." Glire looked amused. "Alright then."

Chloé looked up again, saw Cayen's expression, and returned back to reading, a little smile on her face.

Glire crooked a finger on the hand that held the phone, beckoning Cayen further forward. "Oh no," Cayen said softly with an embarrassed grin, but obeyed, scooting forward until she was practically lying in Glire's lap.

Glire put Cayen's foot on her shoulder and began softly running her fingers up and down Cayen's inner thigh. She just barely went up Cayen's skirt every time, just enough to push the skirt up her legs a little. Just enough to make Cayen squirm with arousal.

Glire went back to reading, and Cayen felt very stuck. She felt like she had no way to externalize how she felt without making a fool of herself; it just bottled up and concentrated inside her until she wanted to scream and cry out and beg for Glire to fuck her already. She closed the lid of the laptop and set it aside, and one hand covered her mouth, and one slid down her stomach—

Glire reached out and took Cayen's wrist.

"Ah-ah," Glire said. "Wait until I do it."

Cayen /really/ wanted to whimper, but still didn't. She nodded instead, and, not trusting her own instincts, tucked her arm underneath the small of her back. It was a little like bondage, and a little like self-control.

Glire slid her hand further up, and teased along the edge of Cayen's panties, where hip met thigh. Her nerves were so switched-on that she could swear she could feel every strand of fur Glire touched. The bunny reached down and under the skirt with the other hand, too, and she lifted her hips, letting Glire peel her panties off her.

Glire smoothed out the skirt, tugged it back down, and then slid her hand back up it. This felt much more private and intimate, like it was a secret that she could keep from Chloé across the room, if only she could keep quiet. Glire's soft stroking along her labia was making that very difficult.

Chloé locked her tablet and got up, walking into the kitchen. She still had the smile on her face.

Glire softly slid her fingers between Cayen's lips and rubbed at the feline's slick entrance. Cayen bit the membrane between her finger and thumb, clutching onto her own face to try and keep it bottled up.

Chloé returned with a decapitated muffin on a plate. "Would it be okay if I sat here?" she asked. "You could put your head in my lap."

Glire chose this moment to slide two fingers into Cayen. "Uh-huh," Cayen moaned, withdrawing her hand from her mouth and just letting it lie beside her.

"Okay." Cayen lifted her head, and Chloé sat in its place, and Cayen settled back on Chloé's thigh. "I would like to watch television so it would be helpful if you continued to be quiet."

This time, Cayen did whimper.

"Thank you," Chloé said, and turned on the TV.

She navigated the menu with one hand, and gently stroked Cayen's cheek with the other. Cayen turned her head towards Chloé's stomach, nuzzling. It's all she could think to do.

The opening of the cartoon played in the background, and Cayen's ears tried to swivel to hear automatically, but she was in no condition to listen. Glire's fingers worked in and out of her pussy at a maddeningly slow pace, but she knew even that would be enough to make her come eventually. She bore down on those fingers, squeezing, making them rub harder against her as they slid in and out, modulating her moans underneath the volume level of the TV.

Glire set down her phone and watched Cayen a moment, who looked back up at her. With a little grin, Glire slid her other hand up Cayen's skirt, and began to rub her clit as well.

Cayen grabbed onto something, and her toes curled, and she almost screamed.

Her hips began to uncontrollably buck against the combined thrusting and rubbing, and she made little noises against Chloé's stomach. Chloé just kept petting her cheek, like Cayen wasn't getting fucked on the mouse's lap, and it was just too much. Her breath caught and held and she came, twitching, on Glire's fingers, restricting her noises to little sharp exhales of breath against Chloé's fur.

"That tickles," the mouse commented idly.

Glire's fingers slowed, and then stopped, and she withdrew them to lap at them. Cayen let her ankle slip from Glire's shoulder, and put her hand between her thighs, squeezing around them, still able to feel herself twitching internally.

Glire grinned at her, and then started watching the cartoon, pointedly ignoring the state she put Cayen in.

"That's it—" Cayen said under her breath, and got up, shoving Glire onto her back. 

Wrists were grabbed and position was jockeyed for, and a whispered, very heated debate over whether Cayen was, in fact, going to get Glire back slowly became a series of strangled squeaks as Cayen instigated a tickle fight.

"Excuse me," Chloé said.

They both looked over.

"...It is the commercial break," Chloé said, gesturing to the TV. "You have a minute or two to be loud if you want."

Cayen looked at Glire. Glire looked back, sheepishly.

Cayen struck, and Glire burst out in laughter. Her fingers flew to the bunny's underarms, her sides, her stomach, anywhere Glire's hands weren't, staying just one step ahead, until Glire got both of Cayen's wrists firmly held in her hands.

Cayen got up real close to Glire's face, her expression daring the bunny to do something. 

Glire licked her nose.

"You son of a—" Cayen said, and they kissed so hard their teeth nearly clicked together.

"The show is back on," Chloé said idly, as clothing flew across the room.

Cayen wasted no time in tugging Glire's panties down, and reached underneath the futon for the bottle of emergency lube, which she quickly dripped onto Glire's clit so she could start stroking it. Glire moaned softly, but mostly kept quiet after that, wrapping her arms around Cayen's neck to hold her close.

"I'm gonna stroke your clit until you squirt for me," Cayen whispered, "and then /maybe/ I'll stop."

"You wouldn't— mmm —want to keep going after that, you'd ruin Chloé's—" That was all Glire got out before Cayen slid three fingers into her mouth.

"Suck on /that/."

Glire did, letting her tongue slide over the pads of the fingers as they greedily fucked her mouth. She rocked her hips into the stroking, reaching back behind her to hold onto the back of the futon.

"Yeah, that's it, take it for me."

Cayen drew her hand up and stroked rapidly, focusing all her stimulation on Glire's tip, and the bunny bucked her hips, sucking in a sharp breath through her nose. She looked at Cayen with a pleading expression, bobbing up and down on the feline's fingers as if trying to earn a reprieve.

Cayen decided to give it to her. Eventually.

Her hand began stroking normally again, and Glire made a little warning noise. "Yeah, are you gonna come? Shh, now, don't make a sound..."

Glire made the tiniest of sounds, and came, clit twitching and spurting clear cum across her stomach. Cayen withdrew her fingers, pulled Glire's head to the side, and bit the bunny's neck, and Glire whined underneath her.

Cayen did not, in fact, stop stroking.

Glire tried to grab Cayen's hand, and at first that only slowed down the stroking, until Glire was able to pull the hand off. "Nngh," Glire said, and Cayen grinned into her neck, letting go of the skin there and looking up with a triumphant expression.

"I got you better," Glire whispered to her.

"Like hell you did, I—" But Glire had darted in to kiss her, and she decided, it wasn't that important.

Some time later, they heard the TV turn off, and came up for air.

They looked over at Chloé, who was looking back at them out of the corner of her eye.

"The show ended," she said. "...Um... Why are you two looking at me like that?"

Cayen and Glire exchanged glances, and Cayen got up, and Glire followed. "I think I'm going to put on some music," Glire said. "That way, you can be as loud as you want."

"But I am not normally—" Chloé began, and was cut off by her own squeak, as Cayen all but tackled her to the futon.