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You purred and preened under Leon’s languid caresses along your crown. His free arm was kept snugly wrapped around your midsection while your fingers traced nonsensical patterns along his forearm.
You aimed to sit in the man’s lap for as long as possible—despite the fact that you could feel your shared releases becoming tacky between your thighs. In your mind, Leon’s rough jeans digging into your bare skin was preferable to the alternative.
For one, you didn’t want to lose the feeling of his softened cock plugging you full. Your heat had left your body desperate for his for what felt like hours, and you were loath to let him go just yet.
Second, and more importantly, you were certain that Leon would try to coax you into the shower the second you let your guard down.
Leon was a man of routine. This meant the same food every breakfast, multiple jackets made of the same supple leather, and showers at the end of every day. You shared most of his patterns with ease, and only the final part of his routine was shared semi-begrudgingly.
It’s not that you hated to be clean. You loved the smell of fresh soap and the feeling of soft, freshly laundered clothes against your cleansed skin. You also didn’t mind seeing Leon in the midst of his routine. Each hummed melody and view of him amidst the steam was carefully tucked away in the catalogue of your mind.
It was simply that you disliked the process. The water seemed to pelt down onto you, weighing down your drooping ears and tail no matter how much you attempted to shake it off.
Baths were better—though the drying process was still somewhat irksome. You supposed it wasn’t as bad as it could be considering you weren’t fully feline, but you felt you deserved to be a bit particular regardless.
You rested your head back against his shoulder. Sleeping, or least pretending to, was a strategy you tried often. To your dismay, it almost never worked. Leon always seemed to immediately see through you, and it was only when he clearly decided to humor you that it ever brought any success. At least this time you could feel yourself actually slipping under.
Maybe he’d indulge you just this once…
Before you could let your jellied muscles and Leon’s steady breaths guide you to a much-needed catnap, he stirred beneath you. A low grumble escaped your throat. Your body was deadweight as Leon lifted you from his lap, and you lamented the emptiness you were left with—wishing to stay connected a little longer.
He gently guided you onto your side, and the bed shifted at his absence. You still attempted to ignore him, brow furrowed as you buried your face into the sheets. Instead of footsteps, all you heard was the rustle of fabric and the light clink of metal.
A silent beat passed, and you reluctantly shifted to meet what would definitely be his amused stare.
His expected gaze caught yours, framed by mussed hair and pink-tinged cheeks. Your eyes roved across flushed lips and down to unclasped denim hanging loosely on his hips. A small burst of arousal bloomed within you—a reminder that your heat was not totally abated. Drawing your eyes upward, you used what you hoped was your best pleading expression as your tail languidly swayed behind you. If procrastination wasn’t an option, perhaps distraction could be?
You outstretched your hand, beckoning the man back to you. Leon’s eyes softened, and he crouched to your level. You were sure you’d won him over as you preened under his gentle pats.
“As cute as you are, you know you’re not getting out of it that easy.”
Your expression instantly soured. Downturned ears and a flicking tail clearly telegraphed your displeasure. You tried, and failed, to ignore Leon’s stifled laugh at your indignance.
Before you could pout further, Leon spoke again, “Come on. It won’t be that bad. I promise.”
He scooped you into his arms, carrying you to the en-suite. He placed you at the sink and gave a silent signal of stay. You playfully rolled your eyes but did as you were asked, watching him in relaxed silence as he moved around the room.
Soon enough, soft towels were retrieved from the linen closet and the oval tub was filling with steaming water and lavender-scented suds. Idle daydreams were interrupted by Leon entering your space once more, dampened cloth in hand.
Wordlessly, he gathered the hem of your borrowed tee between his fingers. You helped him lift the garment before tossing it aside, leaving you completely bare before him. Leon knelt before you, still in his semi-disheveled clothes. Your stomach flipped at the contrast.
He gently nudged your knees apart and methodically dabbed at your sensitive skin. You were pliant under his touch as you watched him with rapt attention. It was simple, but Leon’s diligent nature often caught your eye in moments like these.
“Feeling okay?” His warm gaze met yours. He placed a quick kiss on your hip before you pulled him back up to your level.
You nodded with a hum—a grin tugged at the corners of your lips.
Mirroring his earlier gesture, you slowly helped him match your state of undress. Your eyes and fingertips traced along scarred skin you had seen innumerable times before. With an almost-shy smile, Leon grasped your exploring hand in his and led you to the steaming water.
You both settled into the tub that was almost certainly too small to accommodate the two of you. Undeterred, you helped each other wash off the day between bubble accessory creations and half-expected splashes.
Nightly routines were completed, strewn clothes and ruffled sheets were put away for later washing, and fresh navy sheets were placed down amidst an impromptu pillow fight. For now, things were normal.
You huddled under the crisp linens, easily slotting yourself against Leon. Your body rested atop his like a weighted blanket while you happily rambled about your day’s events prior to the biology-induced interruption.
I saw a new bird today at the feeder we put out! Its colors were so bright, I wanted to look at it more, but that huge squirrel showed up again and scared it off…
I heard the new café down the street is going to be cat-themed. I wonder if there’s going to be cats there, or hybrids, or both?
Each detail and subject change was dutifully met with low hums and comments from the man beneath you.
Maybe we should get a guard for it. I think the big guy can stand to go a little hungry at our place.
That so? When do they open? We can check it out then.
His fingertips mindlessly caressed your arm, slowly lulling the two of you into pleasant silence. Eventually, goodnights were mumbled into the moonlit room, and the weightlessness of sleep was welcomed with open arms.
This is how it would’ve, should’ve, remained until morning, but the night seemed to have other plans.
Hours later, you futilely clung to the remaining dregs of a quickly forgotten dream. Your brow furrowed as you were rudely pulled back to reality. Though you had slipped to Leon’s side in the night, your limbs had remained wrapped around him—your arm slung across his chest and leg hiked high over his hip.
The first thing you noticed was how hot you felt against him. Each point of contact was searing, and a thin sheen of sweat clung to your skin in consequence.
You tried to ignore the feeling and fall back beneath heavy eyelids that were getting lighter by the second. Unfortunately, it was to no avail. Your skin kept burning and your body continued to thrum with a familiar ache that settled deep within your core.
Fuck.
You held back a petulant groan as you separated yourself from your unaware sleeping partner. Your limbs loosely starfished across your side of the large bed, taking the duvet with you. Sweat immediately cooled along your skin as it was exposed to the twilight air.
Glowering at the ceiling, you gauged the situation. You weren’t so far gone that you woke up grinding against Leon’s thigh… but you couldn’t help but find the idea increasingly appealing as heat gained prominence within your mind. Desperation threatened to sweep you under, and you knew that sleep would be eluding you for now. Each attempt to calm your racing mind was compromised by insistent biology and the siren call of your explicit thoughts.
Meanwhile, your bedmate was none the wiser to your predicament. He was endearingly and almost annoyingly serene next to you.
A few beats passed before you gently rose to kneel at his hip. Your tail swished across the sheets, and you chewed your thumbnail as you debated with yourself.
Your agreement with Leon was prominent in your mind—taking care of the problem on your own was out of the question because of it. You could break the rule, but you knew you would get carried away and be found out. Truthfully, it didn't matter much. Any “punishment” between you was simply an extra enjoyable layer to the dynamic you created.
Regardless, your need to please overshadowed it all. Leon’s disappointment in you, no matter how minor or even truthful, was to be avoided in your mind.
On the other hand, rousing Leon did mean a definite relief to the burning ache running once again throughout your body, but…
You glanced over at him—his hardened face relaxed in sleep and hair splayed haphazardly on his pillow. You knew much of his past and the resulting job he’d held for over two decades. You also knew the immense toll it took on him. The half-empty pill bottles on his nightstand were a reminder of how bad it used to be and the damage that would never fully go away. Nights had gotten much better for the man before you, but you still felt a twinge of guilt at the thought of intruding on one that seemed so peaceful.
So, you wouldn’t disturb him, but maybe you could just…study him? Surely it couldn’t hurt to give your mind something to fuel it while you waited for dawn?
Your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your nightgown as your mind eagerly cataloged Leon’s sleeping form. Every aspect of him received ample attention from your hungry gaze, trailing along his disheveled hair and the days-old stubble that framed his still expression.
Your face burned as you remembered the feeling of it against your thighs. Once, he had stayed between your legs for what seemed like hours, and you felt it for the entire day afterward. Every semi-sore step and brush of cloth against your raw skin reminded you of that night. Each twinge made your mind flash back to the almost-bruising feel of his hands pressing you into his mouth, the focus etched on his flushed brow, and the bittersweet ache he tried to massage out of your tense tendons afterward.
You inched closer to him, eyes exploring further, tracing the line of his throat and the moles you frequently peppered with kisses. His shaky exhales, flustered chuckles, and the feeling of his Adam’s apple bobbing beneath your ministrations were all tucked away in your adoring memory.
Black fabric interrupted your silent appreciation. Soft cotton concealed strong muscle that was now relaxed in sleep. Your hands itched to touch him, to push away the cloth and feel his skin beneath your fingertips.
…
…
…
…Would that be so bad?
The two of you had discussed things like this before—albeit never in great detail. And surely if he awoke (however much you didn’t want him to) he would understand your current problem like always…
You closed the distance, kneeling in the nest his legs created. The only sounds you heard were the quiet swish of bedsheets and your heartbeat pounding in your chest. Trembling hands lightly rested just above his knees. You held all the power in this moment, and the possibilities were almost equally endless and daunting.
Slowly, your touch trailed upwards. The smooth fabric of Leon’s shorts followed suit, minimally shifting under the heels of your palm. Moonlight illuminated pale skin that you had to consciously refrain from sinking your teeth into.
Your lips folded into a thin line as new images flashed in your mind: the look of his thighs in motion, the fantasy of you using them for your own pleasure. You wanted him to hold you, guide your body into rhythm with only the hard ridge of flexed muscle to bring you over the edge. You wondered if release would find you easily—if Leon would coo praises into your ear of how pliant your body was for him. Would he test how many times you could fall over the edge, working you to overstimulation with nothing but his thigh and spurring words? Or, would it be difficult? Would you beg him for more, only for your tearful pleas to fall on deaf ears?
Reigning in your thoughts, you kept your hands on their ascending journey. You passed easily over firm hip bones and under his tee. Warm digits exposed more of him to the cool air of the room. Goosebumps spread along his abdomen, following the line of each caress across dusty pink peaks and the dark hair along his sternum.
If you weren’t so focused on not waking him, you had half a mind to give him a taste of his own medicine. Your mind conjured the image of your own marks smattering his skin, every bruise and lovebite mirroring past gifts once laid upon your own chest.
Instead of indulging, you ran your fingertips further along his torso. Your eyes were trained on his expression, but Leon remained still as you explored. Each touch was calculated and careful not to wake the man sleeping before you. You lost yourself in tracing nonsensical patterns into his skin, their only loose connection a smattering of freckles and aged scars. Leon still did not stir.
The lack of any waking reaction caused initial nerves to slowly dissipate—leaving mischief and want in their wake. Confidence weaved its way into your fingers and up to your lips. You left a plethora of light nips and kisses across his abdomen before nuzzling into his stomach. A low purr resonated in your chest at his scent and the comforting feel of his skin against your cheek.
Though Leon’s expression didn’t betray any reaction, his body told a different story. Cradled in the crease of his hip was his half-hard cock outlined in loose fabric.
You shifted a bit further down, still kneeling as you reached eye-level with his lower body. Your nosing was uninterrupted at the apex of his thighs. His scent was stronger here, and your happily trembling tail stood upright while you had your fill.
Leon’s scent—though subdued by your recent bath—was no less intoxicating. Low trills escaped into the still air as you began to mouth at the fabric. Your control was quickly slipping, and you couldn’t help but let yourself indulge.
Small kisses turned to strong licks turned to suckling the ink-colored cotton. One particularly darkened patch was left in the wake of your saliva at his base. Scorching skin was drawn full and taut under your tongue’s attention. You eagerly gathered him into your mouth and whined almost petulantly at the barrier keeping you from tasting him in full.
In your haze, you didn’t notice the quickening rise and fall of Leon’s chest or the tensing thighs beneath you. What you did notice, however, was the sight of his cock now fully straining against its cloth covering.
You followed the length of it with your mouth. Hot kisses trailed upwards, and a mewl escaped you at the meager taste of him beaded on the fabric. Your movements grew in earnest and desperate gasps puffed along Leon’s hip as you mouthed at his cockhead. Nimble fingers finally pulled away the offending cloth—all inhibitions and carefulness lost in the night air.
Leon’s hissed breath fell on deaf ears as you lost yourself in his body, laving open-mouthed kisses and kitten licks along his crown. Another bead of precum pearled at his tip, and you were quick to lap it away, savoring the taste of him before going further.
You eagerly took him into your mouth. A short, satisfied hum escaped you at the feeling of him resting against your tongue, Your head bobbed languidly along the first half of his length, incrementally taking him deeper as your jaw relaxed around him.
He pressed insistently at your throat, and your brow furrowed at your body’s betraying resistance. Were it up to your desires you would take him in full—nose pressed to dark curls. Instead, saliva pooled at the edges of your lips, dripping down unclaimed skin.
Your chest abuzz with want as you chased it. Nimble fingers replaced the cradle of your mouth, and you latched onto delicate blood-hot skin that cloth had kept you from before.
“Fuck…“
You were a deer in the headlights. Your tail bristled, and your ears stood to attention. But still, you did not pull away.
Leon’s bleary eyes soon focused on the image of you: kneeling between his legs with your mouth at his base and his slick cock cradled in your palm.
In spite of your shock, you didn’t fully falter. Your tongue trailed upwards to lick away the mix of saliva and precum that ran down his length. A pitiful moan escaped him as his hips involuntarily chased the feeling—both his mind and body not fully caught up with your own.
His tongue felt too big for his mouth. The overwhelming mix of your brazenness and his lingering drowsiness kept him at your mercy. He could only prop himself up on sleep-heavy arms and choke on his words in the wake of your touch.
His hand rested at your neck, fingers flexing as he cradled your jaw. The remaining dregs of sleep clinging to his body felt like the pull of molasses. Were he more far gone, he might confuse the sight of you with a wanton dream.
You sweetly nuzzled into his palm—though the innocent gesture was ruined by your undeterred ministrations. Other than your small return of affection, you largely ignored the man in front of you. Your eyes remained closed as you clumsily kissed at his crown before again taking him fully into your mouth.
You fell back into rhythm, urging his body closer to the edge while you had your fill. Small satisfied trills resonated in your throat at each of Leon’s unrestrained groans.
The hand that cradled your cheek now gently gathered your hair away from your face. His gaze on you was now at the forefront of your mind, but you still did not meet it. You lost yourself in his body and continued to fuel the desperate heat within you.
His thumb gently caught an errant tear that threatened to spill over your cheek. Your dewy eyes finally caught his own, and his head fell back with a sigh at the sight.
He eked out a gasp of your name and a warning of his impending climax, yet you remained in place in silent plea. Another groan, and his cock kicked. His abdomen tensed under each heavy breath, and you fervently worked him through it, savoring each flex of muscle as you collected his bittersweet taste on your tongue. You were steadfast, chasing the remnants of his release until nothing remained.
With a hiss, Leon guided you away. Only a thin reflective string connected you to him before breaking.
Without thinking, you kissed him fiercely. Though a surprised huff escaped him, he still met you in kind. Your tongue swiped across his, sharing what you still held in your mouth. A low whimper puffed against your lips.
Each kiss was messier than the last, and your desperate hands grasped at his clothing to fully reveal feverish skin. The only break in your sudden generosity was to pull the old tee from his torso.
Once the offending garment was unceremoniously tossed into the room’s void, you eagerly explored what fabric previously kept from you. Pitted and raised scars read like braille under your fingertips as your mouth returned to his.
Leon’s palm was again steadfast at your jaw, subtly guiding you while he accepted everything you gave him.
Heavy breaths and wet kisses resounded through the space as you urged Leon against the sheets. You braced yourself at either side of his pillow, and your thighs straddled his hips, the heat of your bare cunt pressed insistently against his half-hard cock.
His body jerked beneath yours, and his jaw slacked in a strained groan. Undeterred, you licked an errant pearlescent trail off of his lower lip before pressing it against his tongue once more.
In spite of his reaction, he still met your kisses with equal fervor. Heavy breaths mingled in the air between you as you both swallowed the remnants of his shared release.
Before your pursuit could go further (and before his willpower fully eroded) he deftly shifted your form down his. One hand remained at your side, keeping your spread legs seated at the top of his thighs. The other rested firmly beneath your clavicle.
The shift broke your feverish kiss. Both of you practically gasped for air at the separation, and you weren’t sure who looked more ruined in that moment.
Still, you didn’t let up. You now wholly had a one-track mind—one that couldn't allow him get a word in edgewise.
You grasped his wrist, guiding it downward until your breast was cradled in his palm.
“I woke up so hot,” you quickly explained, almost stumbling over your words, “Wanted to wait ‘til you woke up, but you looked so—I couldn’t take it anymore.” You pressed his hand further against you, momentarily drawing his gaze to the way the fabric bunched and your breast spilled between his fingers.
You shook your head, practically rambling to yourself rather than the man beneath you, “Still didn’t touch, though, even though I wanted to.”
You guided his hand back to your cheek in an attempt at grounding yourself. “But, you wouldn't blame me if I did, right?” You nuzzled his rough palm, practically pouting. “You wouldn’t let me suffer, would you?”
His thumb brushed your cheek as he shushed you. A loose grin teased at his lips. He bit back a teasing remark at your dramatics and pulled you down to his bare chest.
You could hear the smile in his voice, “No, I wouldn’t.” His palm soothed your spine. “Let’s just take it slow. For both our sakes, okay?”
You held your protest and hummed in half-begrudged agreement, flat ears telegraphing your impatience. You refrained from petulantly nipping at his skin.
Leon kissed your temple. “C’mon, up you go.”
You readily sat up, but warm hands stopped you before you could settle on his lap again. He pulled you forward, easily situating you at his diaphragm.
“Not as young as I used to be,” he murmured. “But I can still have a midnight snack, right?”
Refraining from rolling your eyes, you smiled down at him, “Leon.”
His gaze met yours, mock hurt on his expression, “Not ‘Daddy’ this time?”
You looked away. A small rush of embarrassment prickled across your skin.
His thumbs soothed your plush hips. A faux pout still sat upon his face. “I must’ve been horrible,” he simpered, “I don’t even get the nice name you gave me. How could I ever make it up to you?”
You hummed. “I could think of a few things.” Your smile matched his as he guided you further up his form.
Leon’s reply was low and airy. “I bet you could.”
The exchange trailed off. You sighed, allowing him to settle you above his mouth. He bunched your nightgown at your waist, and his gaze focused on your clothed cunt. A small darkened patch of fabric telegraphed your arousal.
“Poor thing,” he cooed. His breath warmly puffed across your cotton-covered skin, “Come here.”
He tugged at the fabric in his fist, pulling you down to meet his mouth with it and a firm hand at your waist.
Your hips bucked in his grip. The barrier dampened the sensation, but you couldn't help but whimper at the warmth of Leon’s tongue against you. The nagging need of your heat was again at the forefront of your mind, and each of Leon’s ministrations fanned the flames further.
Leon mirrored an earlier you: eyes closed, brows furrowed, and tongue indulgently suckling warm flesh through soft fabric. He continually laved messy kisses across the cloth, savoring the muted taste of you. Soon enough, a growing spot practically clung to you like a second skin.
Your hands clutched his, and a low, desperate whine resonated in your throat as you trembled in restraint. You brushed his hair away from his face with a half-shaky hand, and his name was barely a murmur on your lips.
Leon’s piercing eyes met yours. You knew he was indulging himself as much as he was testing both his patience and your own. The urge to grind and take what you wanted from his mouth was almost unbearable.
Instead, you pulled your now-soaked gusset to the side, keening at the full feeling of Leon against you.
He dropped the hem in his fist to pull the gusset further. A few unseen threads quietly popped as they tore. His voice was rough in his throat. “C’mon, let me have it.” He harshly pressed you into his mouth. The tip of his tongue dipped into you, drinking you in. Stubble rasped your inner thighs, and you eagerly followed his command.
An almost bruising grip guided each grind of your hips. You easily fell into him and finally allowed yourself to slip back into your previous headspace.
Obscene, messy kisses and low hums resounded beneath you. You were just as loud—hiccuped moans and strained calls of Leon’s given title tumbled from your lips at each bump of his nose against your swollen clit.
Leon briefly pulled away with a gasp, nipping at the soft junction of your thigh. “That’s it,” he breathed, “Let me hear you.”
The low heat within your core steadily built once again to an unimpeded inferno, and you chased release with abandon. Strong hands and muffled words spurred you to your peak.
Your fingers threaded through Leon’s soft fringe. He groaned into you at the at the pull, rewarding you with more fervent kisses.
The fall was sudden. A strangled curse escaped your throat as you helplessly trembled in Leon's grasp. He didn’t falter as worked your body through and beyond the aftershocks.
You quickly pulled away before he could go further, hovering above him on wobbly knees. Both of your chests heaved as you tried to catch your breath.
He was a picture beneath you: hair thoroughly mussed and lips shiny and kiss-tinged pink. You smoothed the locks as best you could before crawling back down his body.
The distance was eagerly closed as you settled above his lap once more. Leon whined into the kiss, hips canting upwards beneath you.
You glanced back. Your eyes immediately focused on his cock—flushed with blood and trailing precum against his abdomen. You huffed a laugh, and your ears flicked in shared amusement.
He caught the glint in your eye with a amused sigh. “You’re really gonna be the death of me.”