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charisstomaLook what meep did. Meep didn't title it so..... Taking Xavier Home
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..And this is my room' concluded (A Kitty (AK), I forget all the names and litters)
'Cute. Little bed with the guards still on'
'Papa was always worried about us being safe at night'
'And that kept you still? You?'
'Well not after I realised I could transform, and wiggle' AK gave a soft smile running a finger reflectively over the smooth wooden bars and tapping around the space between them. His smile said everything, it sang of kitten mischief in the dark. Having met his husband's brothers Xavier could well imagine the high jinx, and understand the early silver in their beloved papa's hair.
Xavier laughed 'Bad kitty' he complimented, reaching to stroke back that errant lock of AK's hair that forever stuck out, he got a pleased purr and followed it with his lips. Kissing down a slim throat, reveling in the reverberations. It was still new this feeling, this knowledge that he could touch and taste, that the gorgeous creature before him was his. His to cherish and enjoy. His incredible love that was now his husband. Xavier was doomed; he already knew he'd never tire of this, the feel, the spice, the surprising sweetness - he'd be reveling in these soft sighs for life.
AK gripped a wooden bar testing its strength before letting a slow suggestive smile unfurl 'You always seem to like my wiggles' he husked stepping back and falling, pulling Xavier back with him onto the little bed. It was a bit of a squeeze but AK was slim and agile, the devilish gleam in his eyes leading Xavier into the most pleasurable trouble.
A simple incantation had AK's hands held firm on the bars, they both knew he had the power to break the spell with little effort. It didn't stop his wiggles. He wiggled out of his clothes, legs free to spread and encase his husband, ankles crossed to grip and encourage. Panted breath and gasped words drove him on to faster, harder, deeper, nows. AK wiggled and clenched and Xavier found heaven. His heaven, bonded deep with his special wicked kitty. AK mewled and nipped at Xavier's neck, purrs going out of control.
They didn't have time to cuddle, or the room. Getting carefully up of the narrow bed they shared a giggle at the silliness despite both feeling rather smug. AK's papa was waiting for them in the family room, he didn't say anything though his brows danced a little at their disheveled clothing. For all the frustration in his chiding 'AK' his eyes twinkled fondly and Xavier had the feeling he understood, that maybe there'd been more than one reason to keep kittens safe in their beds at night. At the hearth AK's father casually groomed himself.
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..And this is my room' concluded (A Kitty (AK), I forget all the names and litters)
'Cute. Little bed with the guards still on'
'Papa was always worried about us being safe at night'
'And that kept you still? You?'
'Well not after I realised I could transform, and wiggle' AK gave a soft smile running a finger reflectively over the smooth wooden bars and tapping around the space between them. His smile said everything, it sang of kitten mischief in the dark. Having met his husband's brothers Xavier could well imagine the high jinx, and understand the early silver in their beloved papa's hair.
Xavier laughed 'Bad kitty' he complimented, reaching to stroke back that errant lock of AK's hair that forever stuck out, he got a pleased purr and followed it with his lips. Kissing down a slim throat, reveling in the reverberations. It was still new this feeling, this knowledge that he could touch and taste, that the gorgeous creature before him was his. His to cherish and enjoy. His incredible love that was now his husband. Xavier was doomed; he already knew he'd never tire of this, the feel, the spice, the surprising sweetness - he'd be reveling in these soft sighs for life.
AK gripped a wooden bar testing its strength before letting a slow suggestive smile unfurl 'You always seem to like my wiggles' he husked stepping back and falling, pulling Xavier back with him onto the little bed. It was a bit of a squeeze but AK was slim and agile, the devilish gleam in his eyes leading Xavier into the most pleasurable trouble.
A simple incantation had AK's hands held firm on the bars, they both knew he had the power to break the spell with little effort. It didn't stop his wiggles. He wiggled out of his clothes, legs free to spread and encase his husband, ankles crossed to grip and encourage. Panted breath and gasped words drove him on to faster, harder, deeper, nows. AK wiggled and clenched and Xavier found heaven. His heaven, bonded deep with his special wicked kitty. AK mewled and nipped at Xavier's neck, purrs going out of control.
They didn't have time to cuddle, or the room. Getting carefully up of the narrow bed they shared a giggle at the silliness despite both feeling rather smug. AK's papa was waiting for them in the family room, he didn't say anything though his brows danced a little at their disheveled clothing. For all the frustration in his chiding 'AK' his eyes twinkled fondly and Xavier had the feeling he understood, that maybe there'd been more than one reason to keep kittens safe in their beds at night. At the hearth AK's father casually groomed himself.
