KM - Moving in
Title: Moving in
Pairing: KM
Genre: Romance
Words: 460
Claimer: Mine.
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Maru put the box on the floor in the living-room and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The whole apartment was loaded with boxes leaving barely any free space. He sat on the carpet with a tired sight. King was probably on his way with the last boxes which meant they could finally take a break.
Uncaring whether his lover would trip over him or not the kitten lay down in the middle of the room his arms and legs spread wide apart.
"Kay, these are the last ones."
King walked into the room and put down the boxes.
"What are ya doing on the floor?" The man asked when he spotted his favorite feline.
"Resting." The claret head answered with a tired smile. He patted the spot next to him. "Come rest with me."
Maru suported himself on his elbows and looked around the stuffed room. King sat cross-legged next to the kitten.
"Man, there's still so much work to do."
"It's still early so we should manage to put away most of the stuff."
The claret head just lay back again with another sigh.
The older man ran his eyes up and down the kitten's form.
"You look good spread like that." King said in a sultry voice. "Though you look much better spread under me."
And in a flash the tiger was above Mar, hovering above him like the predator he was.
"I'm sweaty and tired so no funny business, King." The kitten said though he didn't push his lover away. His limbs refused to cooperate - he blamed it on overworking them. "'Sides we have to clean this place up a bit."
"That's why I said that it's still early." King licked the shell of the younger man's ear. "We can have our fun and still have time left to tidy the mess up." The tiger kissed and nipped himself a path to Mar's lips. “And I don't mind if you can't move. Just lay back and enjoy yourself.”
With that said King kissed the claret head fully, his hands working their way under the kitten's T-shirt. Maru moaned in a little protest, but his older lover used that advantage to slip his tongue inside his mouth.
When they finally broke apart the younger of the two was panting and grasping for air while the tiger busied himself with sucking on his throat eliciting a groan.
“... S-stop it, King...” Maru tried cursing King's long, skilled fingers. “N-not... nnn-ah-now... I'll be h-here all the time f-from now on, r-remember?”
"Yeah.” The tiger answered lifting the kitten's T-shirt as much as he could without taking the germent off and diving in to suck on a pert nipple. “It's good to have you here."