[fic]Feline Elegance (2/2)
Title : Feline Elegance (2/2)
Author : hochrot_engel
Rating : NC-17
Genre : AU!smut…a.k.a. my attempt of not writing PWP
Pairing: Hayato/Yuya
Previous chapter : #01
Disclaimer : I have the courage to say they’re mine…but I’d be killed by then.
Summary : Hayato takes a stray kitten for care, which one night turns into human for him to use as his wish in return of his kindness.
A.N.: for vani13’s birthday and to fulfil the promise I told her for Christmas, although it turned out to be a...new year fic. Anyway, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year honey~ ILU! This fic is pretty much based on Takashima Kazusa’s Kingyou Hime.
“My master…For this one night, you may use me however you wish.”
Hayato could feel his heart skipped a beat. Words died in his tongue, cold shiver ran down his spine, and his throat had gone dry. He tried to push the perverted thought away, but couldn’t find anything intelligent to swap it with.
Seeing his master being unresponsive, Yuya felt shame and revulsion filling himself, “I…I’m sorry, I’m so silly for having this kind of thoughts. Of course you’d refuse. Um, let’s just forget that this ever happened? I shall go n…”
Hayato grabbed the tiny wrist, practically pulling the smaller one back to the bed. Caught in surprise, the latter could only hold his breath as his master send him an intense, burning gaze.
“Do you really mean it?”
“…Eh?” Yuya blinked twice.
“What you said before, do you really mean it? Because if you do…” Hayato slipped a hand inside the golden robe, caressing the small knee underneath, “I’m not going to hold back…”
Yuya blushed as he felt the hand on his knee started drawing circles on the side of his thigh. Hayato smirked at the cute reaction and leaned forward, pressing his temple on the other’s, their lips inches apart.
“Are you in? Or are you out?”
The words escaping his lips felt hot on Yuya’s. Pushing all vacillations and anxieties away, he took the hand on his wrist and put it on his lips with both of his smaller ones, kissing the tip of his master’s middle finger softly before looking up and whispered, “Teach me how to be yours…”
The answer was scissor cutting all his self-restrains to pieces in a snap.
Hayato kissed those alluring lips briefly, before finding himself feasting on them hungrily in a second; sucking on his tongue, tasting the perfect lines of teeth, exploring every inch of his victim’s mouth. Feeling the other’s fervent responds was enough to make him happy and contented; at least he wouldn’t have to become a rapist on that very night.
His hand caressed the smooth hips, moving up and down along the feminine curve as he put his left hand on the back of the head, tangling his fingers in those chocolate locks. Yuya reflexively got his legs above his owner’s, his arms circled around the other’s neck; never letting go, craving for more.
And down to bed he laid, his hair and cloak a mess. Heavy breathings filled the air, and the master-his gorgeous master-straddling him as he moved his mouth along the fair neck and collarbones, shoulders and torso, trailing wet kisses until he reached a petite nipple and started assaulting it; kissing, biting, licking, sucking, while a hand tormenting its twin. Fondling. Rubbing. Pinching. Endless tortures that at the same time brought him endless pleasure.
Hayato smirked against the skin, impressed by his cat’s over-sensitive body. The foreplay had just started and to know that Yuya was already trembling as bad really amused him to no end. After giving the nubs one last flick and replied by a suppressed moan, Hayato continued his voyage lower, making feather touches with his fingertips down the ribs, tracking the curvy sides once more before his attention landed on the half loose knot of the robe. It was ironic how it seemed to reflect his string of desire. Only one tug or two would unveil the beauty’s glorifying form, just like how it would make him lose his cool.
Before he realized, he already took the tip of the knot. He was about to pull it when suddenly a meek voice came from Yuya.
“Ah…”
Hayato lifted his brows, asking, “…Something wrong?”
A fade pink hue tainted his high cheekbones. He remained mute for seconds before shaking his head and smiled, “No, nothing.”
He was adorable that Hayato couldn’t help to kiss him, darkening his already pinkish cheeks, saying, “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”
And as the words escape his lips, the tie was tugged, presenting the boy in his naked glory, except for the sleeves still enveloping his arms. But Hayato was strangely ok with it, seeing that it made his pet look even sexier-if possible.
Yuya’s cheeks were burning by then; he could feel his master’s heated, ravenous gaze all over, illegally eye-raping him. It was embarrassing, yet relieving-to know that Hayato liked what he saw. But at the same time, he’s nervous and worried.
He was taken back to reality when he felt hands started roaming down his legs, touching his waist, hips, thighs, inner thighs, and knees-spreading his legs apart. He could hear his chuckle and a quiet, “Cute”.
“Eh? Wh…-aaah!!”
Hayato lowered himself down and resumed his exploration, drawing lines along the brunette’s sex and pressing the balls softly before grasping the rod and kissing the tip.
“Your body’s very sensitive, I’ve only done so little and you’re wet already?” he gave a lick over the tip, earning another moan from the latter, “You sultry little cat.” Still with his hand on the base, Hayato took it into his mouth and began to do wonders with that blessed mouth.
“Ah- no, not so…aah…” Yuya squeezed his eyes shut, completely unwary. He grasped the bed sheet tightly with one hand and bit on the knuckles of its other. “No, please, I can’t-” then he put both hands on Hayato’s head; half-grabbing on his hear, half-pushing him away.
“Stop it, noo-” this time he pushed the head hard, trying to get it off of him, which was a success. Hayato, surprised at such sudden behaviour (and half for his head being pushed away with force), felt slightly pissed off.
“What was that?” perplexity was audible in his tone like annoyance visible in his eyes.
“I…I’m sorry, I just…”
“Apologizing won’t do,” with a swift Hayato grabbed both wrists in one hand, holding it above Yuya’s head. It wasn’t annoyance in his eyes, not anymore. It was a mix of cruelty and dominancy. “Looks like I have to teach my pet a little obedience.”
Cold shiver ran down his spine. Never had he imagined this side of his master would appear before him so soon.
Before he could even complain, his lips were already ravished brutally. The kiss was much fiercer than the first that he was out of breath in no time. Looking up once again at his face, Yuya could see him sneering.
“Now,” Hayato started, “people say cats love their tummies rubbed. I wonder if it’s true…”
Hayato put his palm on the taut stomach, slightly pressing it. Then he began caressing it up, and down, and up, and down again, much lower this time until he reached the line right below his stomach. Yuya bit his lip, trying to suppress his moans and giggles as his master continued making feather touches along it. It tickled him as much as if felt great, he couldn’t decide which feeling was stronger.
He whimpered when Hayato suddenly blew on his navel lightly; licking and kissing it before making butterfly kisses down to join his trailing finger on Yuya’s belt line. It was torment for having oversensitive skin, but he could conquer them.
At least, he thought so.
“Ouch-” the taller one seized his unattended tail abruptly, making him wince a bit.
“Let’s make use of it, shall we?” he said, tracing Yuya’s jaw and cheek with its tip, eliciting a soft whimper from the latter. And with the new toy in hand, Hayato proceeded brushing it all over his vulnerable body, making sure to pay extra attention to certain areas. Yuya wriggled his body, trying to dodge the walking fur on his body but not dare to ask his master to free him. He didn’t think he would agree to it anyway.
The fur traveled lower and lower, tickling all his sensitive spots and when he thought it was over, he was wrong. Hayato lifted his legs, bending them on the knees and brush the tip of the tail against his most private part-his entrance.
Yuya blushed hard.
“You’re fully aware of what I’m about to do, aren’t you?”
Yuya found himself speechless, too afraid of what was about to happen.
Stretching the hole apart with his index finger and positioning the tip against it, Hayato was really about to push it in before Yuya could finally shrieked, “NO! Please, no, don’t do it…”
“I thought you agreed to this? Don’t tell me you’d back out now. Was your offer only a joke after all?” Hayato raised his brows as he removed his grip off the thin wrists.
The cat boy shook his head fast hastily, “No, I really meant what I said! I’m just…” he was flustered yet again, then with a timid move he covered his private opening with his hands, “Not…with my tail…”
Hayato stared at him with amusement, and at the same time thankful that Yuya wouldn’t change his mind. His mood sank back immediately, and then he leaned forward to murmur on his cute cat ear seductively, “I guess I’ll play nice this time and punish you in a more…festive way.” He said as he blew on it lightly, sending shivers on Yuya’s nerves.
The young master held his pet’s shoulders up, making him sat up on the bed before changing their position so that it was Hayato’s turn to lay on the piled pillows. Hayato crossed his arms as he studied his cat with a victorious smirk on his handsome face.
“Play a cat; come to me on all fours and entertain me.”
Yuya blinked twice. “What?”
“You heard me,” he said proudly, “Give me a show, and I’ll cancel your prior punishment. Sure it’s not hard for you to act all cat-like. You’re great in it, I suppose? Or would you rather have your tail shoved into you mindlessly?”
He had no choice but to obey.
And there he was on the edge of the bed, crouching on all fours. Still with his robe dangling loosely, he crawled in an agonizing pace, swaying his hips in the process, and mewled several times. His eyes portrayed lust, but Hayato could still sense demure behind it. It must have taken all his courage to do that, and Hayato was more than proud to know it.
He didn’t stop when he reached his master’s feet, nor did he stop when he reached his master’s clothed crotch. Instead, he stopped at the stomach and started licking his master’s torso, making his way up to the collarbones. He raised his head so their faces were centimetres apart and eyed the other’s lips with silent need. Biting his own lower lip, Yuya then swiped his tongue over Hayato’s lips like a cat before smooching it softly. Hayato made no reaction to it, he remained motionless after those sets, but Yuya ignored it and continued his own task. After a while, he used his tongue again to swipe it starting from the chin and up to the nasal bone between the eyes. Moving to the side of his head, Yuya gave the same treatment to his earlobe, adding a few bites to it.
Losing the already extinct patience he had, Hayato grabbed him by the waist, telling him to stop. Thinking that he might have done something wrong again, Yuya obliged before the other pushed his waist down to meet a certain bulge on his crotch. Yuya moaned.
“…Take care of it.” It sounded more like a command than a request, albeit the low volume of his voice.
With a meek elegance, Yuya turned around so that he was facing his master’s bulging shorts, completely unaware of his ass’ position, which was fully exposed to his master’s eyes for Hayato had swatted the blocking robe aside.
Pulling the garment to uncover his master, Yuya was astonished to see the size of it half-erect, afraid to imagine its size when it’s fully rigid. Trying to recall his master’s actions to his own flesh, Yuya experimentally did the same; sucking and licking plus biting all over the right spots.
Several seconds later Hayato couldn’t repress his groans anymore. Hearing his master’s bright responds encouraged him to do more; he bobbed his head up and down, wetting the shaft with his saliva, and fondled his balls before indulging them with analogous actions. He stopped only when his master spank him out of the blue.
“You little tease,” Yuya yelped as he felt hands clasped the globes of his ass, opening them to expose his petite, rosy hole. Making use of that wonderfully skilled tongue once more, he began stabbing the tight crevice with it, over and over again. A loud, pleasure-filled cry burst from Yuya's lips and bounced off the walls, echoing throughout the room.
His mind went blank; he couldn’t concentrate on his duty anymore. Losing his strength, Yuya collapsed on the other, partly hugging the other’s fully rigid length. However the blissful torture ended soon as Hayato pull him up and turned him around until he got him underneath his well-toned body, face to face. Yuya felt something rubbed against his hole.
Hayato smirked devilishly.
He positioned his cock at the tight channel, and then slid the tip into the hot caress of Yuya’s body before inching in slowly, steadily-waiting for the other to stop quivering or crying out loud.
Dream or reality, he wouldn’t want to hurt his lovely pet.
A burning sensation tore through him as Hayato penetrated him slowly. It was painful and uncomfortable as he slid in deeper and deeper. His body protested the thick, foreign object, but he bit his lower lip and endured it.
“Are you hurt?” a whisper came from the other; contradictive to his every domineering deed that Yuya had coped with. For Yuya, it was a remarkable thing to hear.
As if he could read his mind, Hayato chuckled, “What’s with that look? I said I’d take care of you, didn’t I?” then he smiled lovingly, soothing every hearts, “Don’t you trust me?”
Yuya saw care and concern glinted in the depth of those dark orbs, casting his fears away. He leaned upward and merely circling his arms around Hayato’s neck, silently confirming his recognition. Delighted with the faith Yuya gave him, Hayato hugged him tenderly with one arm as his other one kept supporting them on the soft mattress and gave Yuya a gentle kiss on his shoulder, moving his hips into the other’s deliciously, their bodies leisurely becoming one.
Moments later Yuya’s expression had finally started to relax, gradually getting used to the feeling of being filled and stretched slowly. Making use of such opportunity, Hayato pushed himself into the constricting heat harder and deeper, increasing the speed of his thrusts at the same time and continued to shove his dick in and out and in and out, making the other rocked back and forth from the impact. Moans turned into groans, cries turned into screams, but none of them wanted to stop.
Hayato looked down between their bodies to see his arousal melting in and out of the tight entrance. The skin surrounding his opening was no longer wrinkled, but now a smooth, dark pink from the invasion penetrating his body. Yuya cried as he increased his thrusts, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of Yuya’s entrance gripping his hard cock, trying to pull in more of his length. Just seeing the way Yuya’s opening stretched wide around his cock only to suck it harder was enough to bring him on the brink of orgasm.
After what seemed to be forever, Yuya's impossibly tight channel gripped Hayato like a vice, clamping down on his cock as pulse after pulse of hot wetness flooded out of his own arousal and rained down on his stomach. His body trembled as each wave of pleasure washed over him, bringing erotic cries from his swollen mouth. Hayato managed a few more thrusts before ecstasy took him as well and sent him over the edge. Each stream filled Yuya's warm channel, sending flashes of colour behind Hayato's closed eyelids.
When the pleasure washed out of him, he collapsed against the smaller one and kissed him deeply. Yuya gave him access to his mouth willingly, tongue moving against his lazily, allowing him to control, the exact way his master would like it. When Hayato pulled back, Yuya was smiling at him with an exhausted expression on his face.
Hayato rolled to his side and covered their slick body with the cover, almost ready for slumber. He caressed Yuya’s head, tugging a fringe blocking his eyes before leaning on one of his elbow, stating, “You’re beautiful.”
“Huh?”
Hayato chortled, repeating, “I said you’re beautiful, Yuya. Very. And I love watching your cute persona.”
Yuya never felt so loved before; he was thrown by his previous master, beaten by bunch of kids, unwanted by the world. He had been waiting for someone to take custody of him, praying to the moon every single night for someone to love him and care for him for so long that he almost lost hope before he met Hayato. Hearing the simple confession from one man made him felt treasured by the world already. Hayato was all he ever wanted, all he ever needed.
Water pooled in his eyes for he was touched, but before Hayato could ask what was wrong with him he had snuggled closer to him, resting his head beside his chest.
“Thank you, Master,” he said, closing his eyes in serenity, “thank you…”
Smiling sincerely, Hayato cuddled the latter possessively before drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, Hayato found himself all alone on his bed, feeling all sore and sticky with his briefs covering his lower body. He stared into the air, trying to digest what had happened last night and came up with a conclusion.
Hell, what a messed up dream I had…
It was only another dirty dream of his, but the pang in his heart was unbearable.
Shrugging, Hayato stood from the bed, ready to wash his pet and himself, “Yuya, let’s go to- Yuya?”
The kitten wasn’t there.
The cushion he put last night for him wasn’t even there as well.
“Oh no…” he rushed out his bedroom and searched for his cat in every corner of his apartment, “Yuya? Where are you!?”
But it was a futile attempt.
It was weird to see that there was no single trace of Yuya’s presence-human or animal. He found the cushion still snuggled comfortably on his sofa, the bowl for Yuya’s milk still rested neatly on the rack-it almost seemed like Yuya was just an imaginary friend of his. Everything felt strikingly odd, and irrefutably hurt.
Just when he finally had someone-or something to adore, never thought that he would lose him so soon.
Hayato laughed mutely, cynically, heartbreakingly.
“……Yuya…”
Suddenly, a small voice came from behind, waking him up from his train of thoughts.
“I wonder if I can borrow your shirt…”
He was stunned to hear the awfully familiar voice. Was it only an illusion? Turning around attentively, he almost fell on his knees when he saw the figure he wanted to see the most.
Yuya stood there, dressed only in an oversized shirt, fidgeting its rim with his tiny fingers, “Uh, sorry for wearing it without asking…You were sleeping so soundly and, um, my robe was all dirty I just coul- oh…” he was cut off when Hayato had him in his arms tightly, as if he’d vanish if he ever let go.
“I’m not dreaming, am I? This is really you, right, Yuya?”
Yuya breathed in the inimitable scent of his master, returning the embrace. “Yes, it’s me, Master…I’m right here.”
“So everything was not a dream? It was true?” Yuya nodded cheerily, “But…wasn’t it suppose to be one night only?”
Yuya played with the button of his shirt, unsure of what to tell the others, “I…I don’t know. I thought it was, but…” glancing at his eyes fearfully, he continued coyly, “Do you mind…having me around like this?”
“Of course not,” Hayato hushed him gently, lifting his chin to connect their eyes, “Once I decided to keep you, I meant it unconditionally. Now that I’ve felt so much for you, having you by my side like this means a world to me.” Hayato couldn’t believe he said that for he wasn’t a sappy guy to begin with, but the words coming from him was sincere.
Yuya felt heat in his eyes for the second time, beads of tears glistened down his beautiful porcelain cheeks. Erasing it with his thumb, Hayato then stroked the side of Yuya’s head softly before leaning in to capture his lips in a gentle, innocent kiss.
“Looks like the moon didn’t just grant my wish,” Yuya smiled blissfully as he tightened his arms around the taller one, “It gave me so much more.”
Hayato was inquisitive about the whole moon thing, about how could his cat ears and tail disappear, turning him into a perfect human being, but decided that it would be best to question him later. For the moment, all that matter was to cherish their precious moments together with much, much mushiness.
~The End~
A/N : Aaaaah, been so long since the last time I wrote smut…I hope it’s not that ugly…>_< But well, this is most probably the longest smut I’ve ever written, so I guess it’s even? =D About the ending, Vani-chan, I chose to write a brilliant, happy ending instead =P
And I just realized that this Hayato is OOC…he reminds me of Kurosawa…or even worse, Jin, somehow. OMG OMG OMG, I just can’t get Kuroda out of my head, and this is the result. I totally fail as a writer T^T. Putting that aside, I hope you all like it and well…comments, please? =DDD Feedbacks feed me X3
And lastly, HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!! I hope this new year will be full of joy and love for you and your family~ =3
Author : hochrot_engel
Rating : NC-17
Genre : AU!smut…a.k.a. my attempt of not writing PWP
Pairing: Hayato/Yuya
Previous chapter : #01
Disclaimer : I have the courage to say they’re mine…but I’d be killed by then.
Summary : Hayato takes a stray kitten for care, which one night turns into human for him to use as his wish in return of his kindness.
A.N.: for vani13’s birthday and to fulfil the promise I told her for Christmas, although it turned out to be a...new year fic. Anyway, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year honey~ ILU! This fic is pretty much based on Takashima Kazusa’s Kingyou Hime.
“My master…For this one night, you may use me however you wish.”
Hayato could feel his heart skipped a beat. Words died in his tongue, cold shiver ran down his spine, and his throat had gone dry. He tried to push the perverted thought away, but couldn’t find anything intelligent to swap it with.
Seeing his master being unresponsive, Yuya felt shame and revulsion filling himself, “I…I’m sorry, I’m so silly for having this kind of thoughts. Of course you’d refuse. Um, let’s just forget that this ever happened? I shall go n…”
Hayato grabbed the tiny wrist, practically pulling the smaller one back to the bed. Caught in surprise, the latter could only hold his breath as his master send him an intense, burning gaze.
“Do you really mean it?”
“…Eh?” Yuya blinked twice.
“What you said before, do you really mean it? Because if you do…” Hayato slipped a hand inside the golden robe, caressing the small knee underneath, “I’m not going to hold back…”
Yuya blushed as he felt the hand on his knee started drawing circles on the side of his thigh. Hayato smirked at the cute reaction and leaned forward, pressing his temple on the other’s, their lips inches apart.
“Are you in? Or are you out?”
The words escaping his lips felt hot on Yuya’s. Pushing all vacillations and anxieties away, he took the hand on his wrist and put it on his lips with both of his smaller ones, kissing the tip of his master’s middle finger softly before looking up and whispered, “Teach me how to be yours…”
The answer was scissor cutting all his self-restrains to pieces in a snap.
Hayato kissed those alluring lips briefly, before finding himself feasting on them hungrily in a second; sucking on his tongue, tasting the perfect lines of teeth, exploring every inch of his victim’s mouth. Feeling the other’s fervent responds was enough to make him happy and contented; at least he wouldn’t have to become a rapist on that very night.
His hand caressed the smooth hips, moving up and down along the feminine curve as he put his left hand on the back of the head, tangling his fingers in those chocolate locks. Yuya reflexively got his legs above his owner’s, his arms circled around the other’s neck; never letting go, craving for more.
And down to bed he laid, his hair and cloak a mess. Heavy breathings filled the air, and the master-his gorgeous master-straddling him as he moved his mouth along the fair neck and collarbones, shoulders and torso, trailing wet kisses until he reached a petite nipple and started assaulting it; kissing, biting, licking, sucking, while a hand tormenting its twin. Fondling. Rubbing. Pinching. Endless tortures that at the same time brought him endless pleasure.
Hayato smirked against the skin, impressed by his cat’s over-sensitive body. The foreplay had just started and to know that Yuya was already trembling as bad really amused him to no end. After giving the nubs one last flick and replied by a suppressed moan, Hayato continued his voyage lower, making feather touches with his fingertips down the ribs, tracking the curvy sides once more before his attention landed on the half loose knot of the robe. It was ironic how it seemed to reflect his string of desire. Only one tug or two would unveil the beauty’s glorifying form, just like how it would make him lose his cool.
Before he realized, he already took the tip of the knot. He was about to pull it when suddenly a meek voice came from Yuya.
“Ah…”
Hayato lifted his brows, asking, “…Something wrong?”
A fade pink hue tainted his high cheekbones. He remained mute for seconds before shaking his head and smiled, “No, nothing.”
He was adorable that Hayato couldn’t help to kiss him, darkening his already pinkish cheeks, saying, “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”
And as the words escape his lips, the tie was tugged, presenting the boy in his naked glory, except for the sleeves still enveloping his arms. But Hayato was strangely ok with it, seeing that it made his pet look even sexier-if possible.
Yuya’s cheeks were burning by then; he could feel his master’s heated, ravenous gaze all over, illegally eye-raping him. It was embarrassing, yet relieving-to know that Hayato liked what he saw. But at the same time, he’s nervous and worried.
He was taken back to reality when he felt hands started roaming down his legs, touching his waist, hips, thighs, inner thighs, and knees-spreading his legs apart. He could hear his chuckle and a quiet, “Cute”.
“Eh? Wh…-aaah!!”
Hayato lowered himself down and resumed his exploration, drawing lines along the brunette’s sex and pressing the balls softly before grasping the rod and kissing the tip.
“Your body’s very sensitive, I’ve only done so little and you’re wet already?” he gave a lick over the tip, earning another moan from the latter, “You sultry little cat.” Still with his hand on the base, Hayato took it into his mouth and began to do wonders with that blessed mouth.
“Ah- no, not so…aah…” Yuya squeezed his eyes shut, completely unwary. He grasped the bed sheet tightly with one hand and bit on the knuckles of its other. “No, please, I can’t-” then he put both hands on Hayato’s head; half-grabbing on his hear, half-pushing him away.
“Stop it, noo-” this time he pushed the head hard, trying to get it off of him, which was a success. Hayato, surprised at such sudden behaviour (and half for his head being pushed away with force), felt slightly pissed off.
“What was that?” perplexity was audible in his tone like annoyance visible in his eyes.
“I…I’m sorry, I just…”
“Apologizing won’t do,” with a swift Hayato grabbed both wrists in one hand, holding it above Yuya’s head. It wasn’t annoyance in his eyes, not anymore. It was a mix of cruelty and dominancy. “Looks like I have to teach my pet a little obedience.”
Cold shiver ran down his spine. Never had he imagined this side of his master would appear before him so soon.
Before he could even complain, his lips were already ravished brutally. The kiss was much fiercer than the first that he was out of breath in no time. Looking up once again at his face, Yuya could see him sneering.
“Now,” Hayato started, “people say cats love their tummies rubbed. I wonder if it’s true…”
Hayato put his palm on the taut stomach, slightly pressing it. Then he began caressing it up, and down, and up, and down again, much lower this time until he reached the line right below his stomach. Yuya bit his lip, trying to suppress his moans and giggles as his master continued making feather touches along it. It tickled him as much as if felt great, he couldn’t decide which feeling was stronger.
He whimpered when Hayato suddenly blew on his navel lightly; licking and kissing it before making butterfly kisses down to join his trailing finger on Yuya’s belt line. It was torment for having oversensitive skin, but he could conquer them.
At least, he thought so.
“Ouch-” the taller one seized his unattended tail abruptly, making him wince a bit.
“Let’s make use of it, shall we?” he said, tracing Yuya’s jaw and cheek with its tip, eliciting a soft whimper from the latter. And with the new toy in hand, Hayato proceeded brushing it all over his vulnerable body, making sure to pay extra attention to certain areas. Yuya wriggled his body, trying to dodge the walking fur on his body but not dare to ask his master to free him. He didn’t think he would agree to it anyway.
The fur traveled lower and lower, tickling all his sensitive spots and when he thought it was over, he was wrong. Hayato lifted his legs, bending them on the knees and brush the tip of the tail against his most private part-his entrance.
Yuya blushed hard.
“You’re fully aware of what I’m about to do, aren’t you?”
Yuya found himself speechless, too afraid of what was about to happen.
Stretching the hole apart with his index finger and positioning the tip against it, Hayato was really about to push it in before Yuya could finally shrieked, “NO! Please, no, don’t do it…”
“I thought you agreed to this? Don’t tell me you’d back out now. Was your offer only a joke after all?” Hayato raised his brows as he removed his grip off the thin wrists.
The cat boy shook his head fast hastily, “No, I really meant what I said! I’m just…” he was flustered yet again, then with a timid move he covered his private opening with his hands, “Not…with my tail…”
Hayato stared at him with amusement, and at the same time thankful that Yuya wouldn’t change his mind. His mood sank back immediately, and then he leaned forward to murmur on his cute cat ear seductively, “I guess I’ll play nice this time and punish you in a more…festive way.” He said as he blew on it lightly, sending shivers on Yuya’s nerves.
The young master held his pet’s shoulders up, making him sat up on the bed before changing their position so that it was Hayato’s turn to lay on the piled pillows. Hayato crossed his arms as he studied his cat with a victorious smirk on his handsome face.
“Play a cat; come to me on all fours and entertain me.”
Yuya blinked twice. “What?”
“You heard me,” he said proudly, “Give me a show, and I’ll cancel your prior punishment. Sure it’s not hard for you to act all cat-like. You’re great in it, I suppose? Or would you rather have your tail shoved into you mindlessly?”
He had no choice but to obey.
And there he was on the edge of the bed, crouching on all fours. Still with his robe dangling loosely, he crawled in an agonizing pace, swaying his hips in the process, and mewled several times. His eyes portrayed lust, but Hayato could still sense demure behind it. It must have taken all his courage to do that, and Hayato was more than proud to know it.
He didn’t stop when he reached his master’s feet, nor did he stop when he reached his master’s clothed crotch. Instead, he stopped at the stomach and started licking his master’s torso, making his way up to the collarbones. He raised his head so their faces were centimetres apart and eyed the other’s lips with silent need. Biting his own lower lip, Yuya then swiped his tongue over Hayato’s lips like a cat before smooching it softly. Hayato made no reaction to it, he remained motionless after those sets, but Yuya ignored it and continued his own task. After a while, he used his tongue again to swipe it starting from the chin and up to the nasal bone between the eyes. Moving to the side of his head, Yuya gave the same treatment to his earlobe, adding a few bites to it.
Losing the already extinct patience he had, Hayato grabbed him by the waist, telling him to stop. Thinking that he might have done something wrong again, Yuya obliged before the other pushed his waist down to meet a certain bulge on his crotch. Yuya moaned.
“…Take care of it.” It sounded more like a command than a request, albeit the low volume of his voice.
With a meek elegance, Yuya turned around so that he was facing his master’s bulging shorts, completely unaware of his ass’ position, which was fully exposed to his master’s eyes for Hayato had swatted the blocking robe aside.
Pulling the garment to uncover his master, Yuya was astonished to see the size of it half-erect, afraid to imagine its size when it’s fully rigid. Trying to recall his master’s actions to his own flesh, Yuya experimentally did the same; sucking and licking plus biting all over the right spots.
Several seconds later Hayato couldn’t repress his groans anymore. Hearing his master’s bright responds encouraged him to do more; he bobbed his head up and down, wetting the shaft with his saliva, and fondled his balls before indulging them with analogous actions. He stopped only when his master spank him out of the blue.
“You little tease,” Yuya yelped as he felt hands clasped the globes of his ass, opening them to expose his petite, rosy hole. Making use of that wonderfully skilled tongue once more, he began stabbing the tight crevice with it, over and over again. A loud, pleasure-filled cry burst from Yuya's lips and bounced off the walls, echoing throughout the room.
His mind went blank; he couldn’t concentrate on his duty anymore. Losing his strength, Yuya collapsed on the other, partly hugging the other’s fully rigid length. However the blissful torture ended soon as Hayato pull him up and turned him around until he got him underneath his well-toned body, face to face. Yuya felt something rubbed against his hole.
Hayato smirked devilishly.
He positioned his cock at the tight channel, and then slid the tip into the hot caress of Yuya’s body before inching in slowly, steadily-waiting for the other to stop quivering or crying out loud.
Dream or reality, he wouldn’t want to hurt his lovely pet.
A burning sensation tore through him as Hayato penetrated him slowly. It was painful and uncomfortable as he slid in deeper and deeper. His body protested the thick, foreign object, but he bit his lower lip and endured it.
“Are you hurt?” a whisper came from the other; contradictive to his every domineering deed that Yuya had coped with. For Yuya, it was a remarkable thing to hear.
As if he could read his mind, Hayato chuckled, “What’s with that look? I said I’d take care of you, didn’t I?” then he smiled lovingly, soothing every hearts, “Don’t you trust me?”
Yuya saw care and concern glinted in the depth of those dark orbs, casting his fears away. He leaned upward and merely circling his arms around Hayato’s neck, silently confirming his recognition. Delighted with the faith Yuya gave him, Hayato hugged him tenderly with one arm as his other one kept supporting them on the soft mattress and gave Yuya a gentle kiss on his shoulder, moving his hips into the other’s deliciously, their bodies leisurely becoming one.
Moments later Yuya’s expression had finally started to relax, gradually getting used to the feeling of being filled and stretched slowly. Making use of such opportunity, Hayato pushed himself into the constricting heat harder and deeper, increasing the speed of his thrusts at the same time and continued to shove his dick in and out and in and out, making the other rocked back and forth from the impact. Moans turned into groans, cries turned into screams, but none of them wanted to stop.
Hayato looked down between their bodies to see his arousal melting in and out of the tight entrance. The skin surrounding his opening was no longer wrinkled, but now a smooth, dark pink from the invasion penetrating his body. Yuya cried as he increased his thrusts, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of Yuya’s entrance gripping his hard cock, trying to pull in more of his length. Just seeing the way Yuya’s opening stretched wide around his cock only to suck it harder was enough to bring him on the brink of orgasm.
After what seemed to be forever, Yuya's impossibly tight channel gripped Hayato like a vice, clamping down on his cock as pulse after pulse of hot wetness flooded out of his own arousal and rained down on his stomach. His body trembled as each wave of pleasure washed over him, bringing erotic cries from his swollen mouth. Hayato managed a few more thrusts before ecstasy took him as well and sent him over the edge. Each stream filled Yuya's warm channel, sending flashes of colour behind Hayato's closed eyelids.
When the pleasure washed out of him, he collapsed against the smaller one and kissed him deeply. Yuya gave him access to his mouth willingly, tongue moving against his lazily, allowing him to control, the exact way his master would like it. When Hayato pulled back, Yuya was smiling at him with an exhausted expression on his face.
Hayato rolled to his side and covered their slick body with the cover, almost ready for slumber. He caressed Yuya’s head, tugging a fringe blocking his eyes before leaning on one of his elbow, stating, “You’re beautiful.”
“Huh?”
Hayato chortled, repeating, “I said you’re beautiful, Yuya. Very. And I love watching your cute persona.”
Yuya never felt so loved before; he was thrown by his previous master, beaten by bunch of kids, unwanted by the world. He had been waiting for someone to take custody of him, praying to the moon every single night for someone to love him and care for him for so long that he almost lost hope before he met Hayato. Hearing the simple confession from one man made him felt treasured by the world already. Hayato was all he ever wanted, all he ever needed.
Water pooled in his eyes for he was touched, but before Hayato could ask what was wrong with him he had snuggled closer to him, resting his head beside his chest.
“Thank you, Master,” he said, closing his eyes in serenity, “thank you…”
Smiling sincerely, Hayato cuddled the latter possessively before drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, Hayato found himself all alone on his bed, feeling all sore and sticky with his briefs covering his lower body. He stared into the air, trying to digest what had happened last night and came up with a conclusion.
Hell, what a messed up dream I had…
It was only another dirty dream of his, but the pang in his heart was unbearable.
Shrugging, Hayato stood from the bed, ready to wash his pet and himself, “Yuya, let’s go to- Yuya?”
The kitten wasn’t there.
The cushion he put last night for him wasn’t even there as well.
“Oh no…” he rushed out his bedroom and searched for his cat in every corner of his apartment, “Yuya? Where are you!?”
But it was a futile attempt.
It was weird to see that there was no single trace of Yuya’s presence-human or animal. He found the cushion still snuggled comfortably on his sofa, the bowl for Yuya’s milk still rested neatly on the rack-it almost seemed like Yuya was just an imaginary friend of his. Everything felt strikingly odd, and irrefutably hurt.
Just when he finally had someone-or something to adore, never thought that he would lose him so soon.
Hayato laughed mutely, cynically, heartbreakingly.
“……Yuya…”
Suddenly, a small voice came from behind, waking him up from his train of thoughts.
“I wonder if I can borrow your shirt…”
He was stunned to hear the awfully familiar voice. Was it only an illusion? Turning around attentively, he almost fell on his knees when he saw the figure he wanted to see the most.
Yuya stood there, dressed only in an oversized shirt, fidgeting its rim with his tiny fingers, “Uh, sorry for wearing it without asking…You were sleeping so soundly and, um, my robe was all dirty I just coul- oh…” he was cut off when Hayato had him in his arms tightly, as if he’d vanish if he ever let go.
“I’m not dreaming, am I? This is really you, right, Yuya?”
Yuya breathed in the inimitable scent of his master, returning the embrace. “Yes, it’s me, Master…I’m right here.”
“So everything was not a dream? It was true?” Yuya nodded cheerily, “But…wasn’t it suppose to be one night only?”
Yuya played with the button of his shirt, unsure of what to tell the others, “I…I don’t know. I thought it was, but…” glancing at his eyes fearfully, he continued coyly, “Do you mind…having me around like this?”
“Of course not,” Hayato hushed him gently, lifting his chin to connect their eyes, “Once I decided to keep you, I meant it unconditionally. Now that I’ve felt so much for you, having you by my side like this means a world to me.” Hayato couldn’t believe he said that for he wasn’t a sappy guy to begin with, but the words coming from him was sincere.
Yuya felt heat in his eyes for the second time, beads of tears glistened down his beautiful porcelain cheeks. Erasing it with his thumb, Hayato then stroked the side of Yuya’s head softly before leaning in to capture his lips in a gentle, innocent kiss.
“Looks like the moon didn’t just grant my wish,” Yuya smiled blissfully as he tightened his arms around the taller one, “It gave me so much more.”
Hayato was inquisitive about the whole moon thing, about how could his cat ears and tail disappear, turning him into a perfect human being, but decided that it would be best to question him later. For the moment, all that matter was to cherish their precious moments together with much, much mushiness.
~The End~
A/N : Aaaaah, been so long since the last time I wrote smut…I hope it’s not that ugly…>_< But well, this is most probably the longest smut I’ve ever written, so I guess it’s even? =D About the ending, Vani-chan, I chose to write a brilliant, happy ending instead =P
And I just realized that this Hayato is OOC…he reminds me of Kurosawa…or even worse, Jin, somehow. OMG OMG OMG, I just can’t get Kuroda out of my head, and this is the result. I totally fail as a writer T^T. Putting that aside, I hope you all like it and well…comments, please? =DDD Feedbacks feed me X3
And lastly, HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!! I hope this new year will be full of joy and love for you and your family~ =3