𝘗𝘐𝘕𝘒 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙔.ᐟ

mommy told me what you like, what you hate all about me, she's a doll, kiss her cheek. ♡

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ㅤ feeling the other shift behind him, the zip of a zipper ... then suddenly an incredibly heavy weight against his ass, reaching up to the small of his back. he knows damn well the feline isn't even fully hard yet ... “ really hammering it in how much ya want me, huh? ”—

ㅤ flustering even harder, slowly shifting his hips back into the other's pelvis. might as well have some fun while he's here ... “ yeah? keep talking and soon enough /your/ kitty's gonna end up moving in. ” he mostly joked ... though the idea did sound very promising.

ㅤ he was mainly coming up with excuses to spend the night. he knows Cain would let him anyways ... he hardly even knows what that bed feels like to sleep against considering he spends most of the night atop the feline's body. flustering at the neck kisses. he kind of—

ㅤ ... might've dug himself into a hole asking for more compliments. now he can't help the flush spreading across those verdant cheeks. pretty pink eyes looking off to the side. thank God he's turned away ... “ you and your slick attitude ... guess I was asking for it. ”—

ㅤ “ I'm sure you've had your few. ” sucking in a deep breath once he feels that trapped, throbbing package rest heavy on his rear. “ premium kitty, ey? I like when you compliment me. keep it up, yeah? ” a typical cat-like grin on that face, puffing out that lithe chest.

ㅤ kitty lets out a small purr of his own, keeping that frown glued to his face. he tries to hard to act mad ... kinda cute. “ spoil me? since when did you take so much interest in me, hmm? ” for all he knows, he could quit his job && end up on the streets right after ...

ㅤ he'd fall for that sweet, sexy trap of a voice— if his ass weren't currently aching right now. his need is strong, but his rage is stronger. huffing, crossing his arms over that flat chest of his. “ you're always so difficult ... don't go too hard. I've got work tomorrow. ”

ㅤ like kneading a loaf of bread ... cheeks jiggling like waves in water. “ a wet kitty is what you'll end up getting ... ” clicking his tongue, rubbing his sore ass. damned brute ... that's gonna leave a mark. “ any harder and imma start kicking ... ”

ㅤ a sharp yelp, claws unsheathing and sheathing again periodically. throwing a nasty look over his shoulder at the other. “ any louder and the whole street might think I'm screaming bloody murder ... ” a quiet, nonthreatening growl. “ can't you just ease up? ”

Shit, there was the catch he was expecting to hear. That was a deal breaker... "...Deal." ...or at least it should have been as that boy stood up. His chest rose and fell as he took a deep breath, and slowly reached down to lower that little mankini... ...the pup was-