Follows from Meep wrote a sequel Never Annoy a Cat
& started with Magic
These are in Andy & Simon drabbles
Word count: 607
“So what was the resolution to the Farmers’ Market incident?”
Hoon had been the one delegated to make the report and he settled himself into proper stance in front of the wizard currently in charge, they took turns no one wanted the responsibility stuck inside an office all day.
“The humans were properly amazed. We only had to do a bit of mind fogging on one or two, everyone had a great time at the pub in the process and they put it down to the drink. Could have been worse if the familiar hadn’t waited until they were slightly hidden by a stall’s side supports. Cat transformed and changed the street artist into a painting, used the entertainer’s own frame from the magic trick. From follow up the familiar seems to have things well in hand and is keeping his victim entertained, as well as framed on the wall in a mostly static state.”
“Do we know who the entertainer was? Any record of him in the magical registry?”
“Not yet. But if the familiar decides to ‘keep’ him, I’m sure we’ll find out soon. The cat will want to show him off one way or another. A letter will be sent to the cat asking him that when he decides on his wall art’s future, we’d appreciate him letting us know. I don’t suppose that we’ll take any actions against the entertainer, will we sir?”
“If the familiar is entertaining his art work in the manner you’re implying,” the wizard in charge smirked, “I don’t think any further actions by us need to be taken. Let’s keep an eye on the situation though.”
“We done, sir?”
“Almost. You make a practice of entering my office when I’ve got duty and tell me titillating tales …. Go lock the door, will you.”
Hoon found himself face first against the very sturdy door, Prescott hard and fast against his back, undoing Hoon’s pants.
“You lubed already?”
“I always am when I have to report to you in here. I know how you get behind that big desk and reports to play with all day. Goes to your head.”
“Oh, I’ve got my head for you alright.”
That was one thing that always amazed Hoon, how Press could get his pants down so quickly and quietly before he attacked. Stealthy, his Press was.
“I’m assuming that it’s not me that’s getting a blow job,” Hoon said laughing over his shoulder.
“Later when we get home. For now you’ll just have to be satisfied with my hand and the two of us firmly performing a merger.”
Hoon moaned as hardness pressed into him, gasping when he pushed back too fast but had Press right where he wanted him. He grinned feeling the buzz of the cock ring where it nestled against his entrance. It looked like it was going to be a lengthy and pleasurably in depth interrogation.
“Love you too, but if you don’t move …”
“Patience love. Go with the vibe.”
“I’ll show you going with the vibe,” Hoon tightened down and moaned, damn cock ring. Suspicious because Press was one to take advantage of opportunities.
“Yep. So what’s your answer?”
“Manipulative ass fucking jerkoff.”
“Ye-es. I’m working on that.”
“Yes! Okay. Just move Press,” was begged. “Hand and cock, get to it!”
Passing by outside the office door, “Looks like Prescott finally popped the question.”
“About time. You’ve got next office duty, don’t you?”
There was a groan, “don’t remind me. Hope he remembers to clean up the room when they’re done. He’s been a bit distracted after Hoon’s visits.”Debrief Part 2