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You don't want your cock sucked?

[Sullen and disappointed, Matoba is only mildly appeased by the rubbing of his new ears, though his eye goes half-lidded and his breathing evens out. The ear flicks to and fro in his fingertips, enjoying the rubbing at the base the most.]

I did not make any wish. But I did receive something interesting.

… it’s not that I don’t want it.

[ He focuses kneading at the base of those feline ears, watching as Matoba’s expression softens beneath the attention. It’s… admittedly, kind of cute. Even if he’s still offended that he’s woken up to a cat in his bed. ]

What did you get?

Then you are simply being difficult for the sake of it,

[Matoba huffs as if to confirm to himself, turning his head away mid-scritch in defiance. Cat, indeed. Not that he actually stops Ro from that rubbing......... It feels good.]

[Eye having gone lidded with pleasure, he slowly opens it again to cast a disdainful glance back towards Ro's question.]

That isn't your concern. [You know.. even though it obviously has something to do with being a catboy.] Hmph, I've lost my appetite now. You can finish yourself.

[ It absolutely is his concern!? If Matoba suddenly has the power to change into a catman at will, the person that’s going to be plagued the most is himself.

But both cats and Matoba Seiji are contrary creatures. Pursue and they’ll run. Avoid and they’ll haunt you forever. Which is why Rokurou snorts, drawing his hands back and turning his nose up, as if he no longer cares about the cause of this sudden cattening or Matoba’s skillful mouth. ]

Okay.

[ Shifting to ignoring the other man, Rokurou grasps his cock and closes his eyes, reclining his head back in lazy pleasure as he begins jerking himself off. His lips move wordlessly as pleasure builds, the tip of his cock gleaming with a fresh bead of precum as he generously strokes himself. His eyebrows furrow and a sigh escapes his lips as his pace quickens and the smell of precum deepens.

Actually, jerking one off alone isn’t so bad every now and then… feels good… ]

[Rokurou's eyes close and he sets back to do just that.]

[So, it must be no surprise at all when, in a minute or two, the sensation of a warm tongue joins, tasting pre over his cock and fingers.]

[Greedy and mean, Matoba's teeth nip at Rokurou's fingers when they get in his way, trying to wrap his lips back over the source of that sticky prize he'd been working at himself, thank you. Refused and bothered and refused again, Matoba won't lose, whether it's at domination or in petty arguments. And, as long as he's getting what he wants, he hasn't lost.]

[Lips sink down over Rokurou's cock when his grip falls down to the base, leaving the head free to be captured. There Matoba nurses- no rough kitty tongue, just his usual, ruthless, insistent pump of lips, waiting to receive what is his.]

[ This time Rokurou allows the exorcist to do what he wants. His hand is bullied away in the end, and he allows it to go easily, resting back against the pillow to enjoy. The daemon's breath hitches when that mouth sinks over his cock, lips and teeth nursing over the glans in a way that beats sensation over his head(s).

Rokurou finds a new home for his fingers in the sheets. Gripping them, he sighs again, looking down at the other man from between his eyelashes. Happy? He's being nice and obedient, giving Matoba freedom of that sticky prize he's so hungry for. There's really no point in fighting against him on this one, because in the end, Rokurou benefits as well.

Precum continues to bead. The daemon swallows, crawling again toward climax, but not quite there yet. That's what he gets for some denial-play, huh... ]

[That's right. You belong to him, says that vicious, slanted eye that watches from Rokurou's lap. Even when he is the one bowing his head, with cock in his mouth, Matoba's imperious nature lets you know that he is the one in control here. Kitty-cat enhancements or no; that is just his own personality at blame.]

[In the lazy warmth of morning wakefulness, it isn't a surprise that arousal is slow to climb in Rokurou's body, but that makes it all the more soft and sweet as pre smears over the bed of his tongue on every downstroke, vehemently working his lips over the shaft. His own blunt claws plant against meaty thigh and hip, keeping him anchored in place for rough fucking over his lap. He is determined to keep his pace, breaths flaring from his nose, even if it forces into his throat a little too much on a stroke downward- that is his own technique, and not Rokurou's, who is forbidden from interfering.]

[Greedy, he swallows the tang of spit and pre that mix in his throat. His own thighs spread against the bed, grinding the awakening of an erection against the sheet. Whatever he's gone and done to himself, it certainly hasn't stopped at some fuzzy appendages.]

[ It’s only because he’s such a brat!! Somehow a bigger brat than the sixth son of an insane family!!!

Matoba is also a brat that knows how to work Rokurou too well. Or perhaps the man’s style has become that familiar to him—breathing quickens as tepid warmth rises to a boil. Rokurou shifts beneath that damned mouth, hips pressing forward, seeking more. The tight clutch of his lips and the insistent suck and grind, the teasing grip of throat… Rokurou groans, voice hitching as pleasure hooks its fingers and strangles. Fuck, it does feel good-…

And, maybe, Matoba has become just as familiar with him. His precum is thick, and the way his hips move and his voice breaks between breaths is telltale of his impending climax. Muscular thighs tense, relax, tense, relax. Even so, he brushes his hand over the crown of Matoba’s head in warning—as much as he’d love to cumshot right down the exorcist’s throat without a heads up, it isn’t worth the headache afterward. ]

I’m, ah…

[ There, assuming Matoba doesn’t grip his balls and deny him. ]

[Maybe that's a sign that Ro just likes that, huh!?]

[Matoba still won't let him thrust or have his way completely under his mouth, and the pressure of his blunt claws sunk into thigh make sure of that- but what little rocking motion Rokurou does get into his mouth is followed with eager rolling movements following his pace, hungry swallowing of every thick, pre-drenched gulp of saliva built up at the back of his tongue. Breath flares against his lap as Matoba keeps pace, watching the flutter of muscle and pleasure in the daemon's body and how his expression of relaxation twists up at the teetering of climax.]

[Purrs vibrate over his cock, excited when Rokurou warns with the touch to his head. Matoba bumps his hand slightly, soft ear flickering against his wrist, eager for stroking as he works his cock a little quicker, a little more voracious for that last climb over the edge of climax. His lips draw back half-way and throat clenches shut ahead of his cocktip, avoiding the hazard of being choked on an unexpected load, but Rokurou surely knows by now his greedy love for swallowing down once he's been fed.]

[ Instead of doing something like gripping him by the balls, Matoba is strangely and unexpectedly… cute…

Rokurou swallows as unfamiliar heat prickles in his chest. It’s a feeling that he steadfastly ignores, trying to focus instead on the hot clench of Matoba’s mouth. Fingers twitching, he catches that flicking ear between his pointer and thumb to gently knead, endeared despite himself. It’s while in that strange emotional place that his orgasm grips. Dry heat sparks flames that run the course of his system, bleeding him of sense from head to toe.

Thick semen spills into Matoba’s waiting mouth. The daemon twitches and then goes pliant, breathing shallow, a light sheen of clammy sweat clings to his cheeks and forehead. Fuck, it feels good… and he marinates in that satisfaction, allowing Matoba do whatever the hell he wants as he sinks into the mattress like a limp puppet. ]

[Ah, that feels good... The stroking has his eye half-lidded as he continues swallowing Rokurou's cock into his tight lips. It's almost too easy to get distracted by it, to relax into it, but he must be vigilant with seed spilling onto his tongue.]

[He swallows greedily when it comes, heady bursts that coat his mouth quickly. His throat bobs as he gulps it down, sticking to his throat, nursing tight bobs over his dick that keep it all from spilling outward. His breath flares hot over Rokurou's lap as he works, following him down when he sinks back onto the bed like a cat that refuses to let go of its favorite toy, and still tasting and swallowing down the remains and flavor of cum mixing with his saliva. His own hips continue bobbing behind him on the bed, thighs now splayed, fucking a full erection against the mattress.]

[A low sound rumbles from his face on Rokurou's lap, a mix between a purr and a needy groan. His hands haven't left Ro's thighs, still gripping hard into flesh. He eyes the expanse of the daemon's body with hunger, and finally draws his face up off of his lap, letting spent cock fall from his lips and licking his chops.]

[He wants more.]

[Crawling over him, he lays his body down over Rokurou's and splay-straddles in his lap, rubbing his own erection along the man's sleep-warm body, and tucking his chin next to the man's ear with a rumbling purr. Like the cat that just won't let you go back to bed until it's fed, he's still hungry.]

[ Brat that he is, Rokurou had been initially content to let Matoba grind himself to completion against the mattress like that. Would have, too, if not for the man-turned-feline crawling up along his body and pawing at him for attention. Like the poor cat owner at 3 am, Rokurou keeps his eyes closed for a long moment before sighing. Matoba’s face tickles against his ear, chin brushing his neck, and Rokurou finally relents by turning his head to nip at his jaw. ]

Really, you…

[ Is there a more petulant, contrary creature than Matoba Seiji?

At least this way he’s actually cute. The nuzzling earns some affection despite himself. Rokurou combs his fingers through Matoba’s hair to give him a good scratch behind the ears. It’s only because he’s feeling good in afterglow, he tells himself, that he’s willing to play along and give this pain in the ass what he wants. Not at all because he likes him.

The daemon’s free hand slips between them. He strokes Matoba’s cock in a firm grip, thumb caressing veins and glans with each stroke. That rough palm slides along its length, cups its weight, grinds into those little sweet spots that he’s come to know well over the months. Done while lips skim along that chin and throat, kissing along where that vibration rumbles. ]

[Of course he expects Ro to finish him! To think, he was so nice as to wake him in such a pleasant way, why shouldn't he be fed?]

[But he is quite satisfied with the results. The purring mumble intensifies as Matoba's hair and ears are stroked, the light scrape of nails against his scalp calming, sending little jolts of pleasure down to the pit of his belly. That centerpoint is soon wrapped in a sleep-warm hand, broad and such a good fit around him, and his purr turns to a pleased grumble as he's stroked.]

[His hips rock lazily, slowly, into Ro's grip- lightly wet with pre, he knows just how to touch, pleasure blooming in him just as equally as from the stroke of his cock as from the lips kissing along his skin. Matoba turns his head after a few moments and captures those lips in lazy kisses, sucking against his lips. His thighs splay wider, rolling his sack against Ro's warm, spent body, every texture sending shivers to the tips of his fingers and toes.]

[He could come like this eventually- just fucking into Rokurou's hand, being slowly pet, cuddled, stroked, kissed. But his cock eventually strains with impatience, and an idea blooms in his fuzzy head. He crawls out of Ro's embrace to turn himself, and like the very same housecat that won't let you go back to sleep in the morning, he presents his ass to Rokurou's face expectantly, cock resting against collarbones and his hole front and center.]

[Breakfast is served?]

[ Lazy, comfortable, nestled close with warm kisses while Rokurou gets him off… the daemon had presumed that they would finish this way. It feels good and he’s enjoying it, finding satisfaction in this kind of sex—but for whatever reason, Matoba moves away from his working hand. Before he can ask what’s wrong, the exorcist unceremoniously presents hole inches from his face.

Rokurou is speechless.

Goddamn cat. His eyebrow twitches as he stares at the puckered asshole winking expectantly at him. He exhales, slowly, swallowing back the urge to throttle the other man. It’s his birthday, a fact that Rokurou repeats quietly to himself as he reaches around to grab Matoba’s erection and start jerking him off again.

This time it’s paired with the sear of his mouth against taint. Lips fold over that weighty sack, generously sucking before licking back up to that waiting hole. Wet tongue kneads against it, teasing, before the tip sinks inside. Saliva slicks his chin as he works, fucking his tongue in until the way is slick with spit. Then, he sinks a finger in, knowing well how much Matoba enjoys being worked open this way.

That digit curls inside, grinding against inner walls as his mouth finds its way back down to tease his balls again. Despite himself, the daemon isn’t inattentive, greedily taking every inch offered to him. ]

[Mrroooowwwrr rolls a moan from Matoba's grumbled chest, muffled against skin where he lays his head against Ro's stomach. The deep, purring rumbles vibrate into his torso, Matoba's body rocking and squirming as his mouth sets to work.]

[His cock still eagerly fucking against the hand that grips it, it twitches now every so often as his hole is teased at and pierced with tongue. He rides back on it, pushing his ass against Ro's face to the point he can feel the man's nose bury in his crack every so often; pushy and demanding, but eager, he's enjoying every slurp against his balls, every deep probe of tongue. When fucking with tongue ceases and he grumbles selfishly, it's replaced quickly with a finger that teases the rim of muscle and then pushes in, massaging inner walls and his prostate. His tail wavers over Ro's face, curling this way and flicking that, excited.]

[Selfish, and spoiled, but spoiling freely given to him by the only person that knew to give it to him. Maybe the resort knew that he needed the extra push to take the day to enjoy himself, given the rather pathetic day's activities he'd laid out for himself just before.]

[He especially likes every time Ro slurps the soft flesh of his sack into his mouth, and rubs them back against his face. Muscle clenches around invading finger, a tight clutch around the knuckle as it grinds in and throbbing in his hand to match. A little more of that, directed and insistent, and his thighs will shudder as he comes with a deep, yowling groan, spilling hot over Ro's hand and chest.]

[ …… cute. He can’t help it. Despite all petty intention to keep up his feline distaste, the way Matoba moves and sounds is cute. Rokurou’s finger flexes every time the other man gets loud, wanting to drag more out of him. Lips grind, tongue kneads, and the grip over Matoba’s erection pumps along its curve and squeezes at the tip. It’s easier to tell what he likes with the tail lashing over his head. It moves more erratically the more Matoba enjoys it—not to mention the rumble from Matoba’s throat every time he finds a sweet spot.

That finger drives inside. Coaxes, with the forward grind of the tip, knuckle twisting beneath that greedy clutch of muscle. What a little slut… Rokurou smiles, mouth ticking up at the corners as he studies the way Matoba’s ass begs for more. His own cock pangs with arousal, too soon, but willing despite having just finished before.

But there’s no time to work up and fuck this slutty hole. He’s learned Matoba’s body too well. A pulse of tension threads through the other man, one that Rokurou can feel beneath his palms. Knows, a second before Matoba comes, that he’s there—though there’s no time to save himself from the mess. Semen leaks down his chest, sticky and thick, staining the sheets alongside his chest.

They’re both filthy. Rokurou rolls the now dead-weight Matoba over onto the bed to bask in his afterglow as he grabs a towel from the nightstand. After clicking his tongue, he leans over to press a kiss against Matoba’s sweaty temple. ]

I’ll indulge you just this once.

[ While Matoba dozes in feline heaven, Rokurou will take care of cleaning the both of them and the bed. Happy birthday, you brat. ]

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