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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 3, 2011 0:39:03 GMT -5
The striped cat stayed quiet for a moment. He wasn't quite sure what to say. "He's...uh..." he bit his lip, "Macavity's a mystery cat... Some call 'im the 'idden paw. He's a master criminal...." It was hard for Mungo to talk about his former boss. He wanted Quaxo to know and be aware of the danger though. Swallowing hard, he continued, "Macavity's not the nicest guy around, ya want ta avoid 'im at all costs." Mungo looked around cautiously, "And he's Munk's and Tugger's brother."
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 3, 2011 0:43:08 GMT -5
He could feel the fear coming off of Mungo, "he's pretty serious eh? Are we in danger here? Misto and me, and that girl Tantomile too." He paused for a second, "why does he want magic cats?"
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 3, 2011 0:54:38 GMT -5
"I don't know..." he answered. Despite working for him, Jerrie really knew nothing about the mystery cat's plans. "Probably to make 'imself more powerful or somethin..." Just talking about the cat made Mungo's brand burn. Or atleast that's what his subconscious was telling him. He clutched his hip tightly over the mark. "Usually we can fend 'em off... But I'd still be careful. I'm sure Misto already knows of the dangers... but yer new. Its hard to fathom 'ow terrible he is without experiencing it first 'and."
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 3, 2011 0:58:01 GMT -5
Quaxo looked at Mungo, "you talk like you know. Like I know you know, but, the way you talk...it sort of seems like you know more intimately." He paused, "sorry, that's probably none of my business."
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 3, 2011 1:04:46 GMT -5
Should he tell him? He was conflicted. "Well... Rumpleteazer and I... we... we worked fer 'im... It was a few years ago but..." Mungo sat up and turned away. "I 'ad ta do some terrible things," he muttered.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 3, 2011 1:09:22 GMT -5
Quaxo sat up putting a hand once again on Mungo's shoulder, and turning him to face him, "but you left, you realized you were doing bad things." Quaxo pulled Mungo into a hug, not realizing entirely what he was doing. He could feel Mungo's shame and his fear, he could feel that Mungo hated what he had done.
"It's not who you are now," Quaxo said, "you can't live in the past."
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 3, 2011 1:14:11 GMT -5
The calico's heart began to race as Quaxo hugged him. The blood rushed to his head. With a quick move he grabbed Quaxo's wrists and pushed him down onto the bed, pinning the cat's arms over his head. He sat there for a moment, unsure of what he had just done. He simply stared down at Quaxo, unmoving. Damn instincts.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 3, 2011 1:18:30 GMT -5
Quaxo squeaked as he was pushed by Mungo, "well," he said, staring up at him, "there's that..." He leaned up to Mungo and placed a quick kiss on his lips. He paused, waiting for a reaction.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 3, 2011 1:24:25 GMT -5
Oh Everlasting Cat, he wanted to just get up and run away so bad, so very bad. He wanted to, but he didn't. He should have gotten up and apologized, but he didn't. Instead, he let his instincts take over. He leaned down and returned Quaxo's kiss. In doing so, he released the tom's wrists. He honestly wished that Quaxo would knee him in the groin, punch him in the face, bite him, whatever. Anything to get himself out of the situation. Oh, Munkustrap was going to KILL him.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 3, 2011 1:30:10 GMT -5
Quaxo celebrated a little in his head, he wrapped his arms around Mungo's back brushing his tongue over Mungo's lips, asking for entry. This was not at all what he expected from how this conversation had begun.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 3, 2011 1:36:03 GMT -5
Mungo parted his lips very slightly, still new to this whole thing. Had he ever kissed anyone before? Okay, maybe Rumple a few times for... experimentation, but that was it. He couldn't say he wasn't enjoying it though. It was new, thrilling, and dangerous. Like an adventure! Mungo's hands moved idly through Quaxo's crazy hair and gently rubbed his ears. So soft.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 3, 2011 1:39:25 GMT -5
Quaxo purred as Mungo played with his hair. He ran his tongue along Mungo's teeth, while running his hands under his shirt, dragging his fingers through his fur.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 3, 2011 1:48:19 GMT -5
Mungo shuddered at Quaxo's touch. Oh Everlasting, this was too much! He just admitted that he liked guys, what, 10 minutes ago and already this? Damn, either this Quaxo was something special, or Mungo had super tom attracting powers. While he liked the idea of having a super power, he knew that it most likely wasn't true. He pulled away slightly and laughed nervously, "I um... I really don't know whot ta do."
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 3, 2011 1:51:32 GMT -5
Quaxo gasped as Mungo pulled away, tongue lolling out, "phew," he sighed contentedly, smiling, "well I guess that depends on how far you want to go."
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 3, 2011 2:01:28 GMT -5
A blush spread across Jerrie's face. "Well, um... M-Munk will probably be back soon, so uh..." he was anxious and nervous. He was also terrified of what Munkustrap would do to him if he found out.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 3, 2011 2:06:50 GMT -5
"Well," Quaxo said, an impish grin returning to his face, "he hasn't been gone that long. I think we're safe for a bit longer." He ran his hand down Mungo's shirt, coming to rest at his pant level, before pushing his hand under and running his fingers over his chest. He looked to Mungo, gauging his reaction.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 3, 2011 2:13:53 GMT -5
His face was hot with blush, and Quaxo's actions made it even worse. His whole body trembled and he seemed to let out a small, 'mew'. "You've...ah... done this before I presume?" Mungo asked, his forehead beginning to bead up with sweat.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 3, 2011 2:19:15 GMT -5
Quaxo grinned, "you presume correctly." He leaned upwards and planted a quick kiss on Mungo's lips, "just..." he paused pulling Mungo closer to him, and whispered in his ear, "let your instincts take over."
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 3, 2011 2:23:42 GMT -5
Before this, Mungo had always thought he'd be the smug, sly one when it came to matters of the bedroom. Seems like he was wrong. He felt like a scared kitten all over again. Usually he'd crack a joke or something, but for this situation it seemed inappropriate. Not to mention his mind was racing and he probably couldn't come up with a good joke if he tried. "My... instincts..." he repeated. He reached down and lopped his arms around Quaxo's waist. That felt right. He then craned his head and rested his lips in the crook of the tom's neck. That felt right too.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 3, 2011 2:29:55 GMT -5
Quaxo moaned as Mungo's lips came into contact with his neck, that was a bit of a sensitive spot for him. He put his other hand under Mungo's shirt, attempting to pull it over his head. He was relying mostly on instinct himself, he didn't really care where he was, or that Munkustrap might come back any minute. He just wanted Mungo, he wasn't really sure why.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 3, 2011 2:35:06 GMT -5
Mungo helped Quaxo out and quickly slipped his shirt off and tossed it aside. His body wasn't particularly buff, but he was nicely toned underneath all his fluff. His chest heaved heavily with each breath he took, causing his stripes to look as if they were expanding and contracting. What a rush he was feeling! He hadn't felt such adrenaline in quite awhile. His hands gripped Quaxo's hips tightly, not wanting to let go. Meanwhile, he laid gentle kisses up and down the cat's neck.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 3, 2011 2:42:09 GMT -5
Quaxo ran his hands over Mungo's bare chest and back, gasping every so often as Mungo hit a particularly sensitive spot, "oh God." He reached his own hands down arching his back and attempting to strip off his own shirt, whimpering very slightly, losing his control for the first time.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 3, 2011 2:47:02 GMT -5
"Lemme get that," Mungo offered, tugging lightly on the hem of Quaxo's shirt. He sat back and looked the cat over for a moment. Mm, he looked nice~ "Lift up yer arms." Mungo could tell that he was starting to get into the swing of things now. It seemed less awkward and more... right.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 3, 2011 2:49:18 GMT -5
Quaxo obeyed without hesitation, throwing his arms over his head, panting very slightly. OK, now he was getting into this, this was...well, much more than he expected, but he loved it.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 3, 2011 2:53:28 GMT -5
Jerrie quickly ripped off Quaxo's shirt and then returned to his place at the tom's neck. He began to venture a bit lower, letting his lips run across the black cat's collarbone. "Oh yeah... I'm sorry bout that glittah' thing... It wasn't my idea, I swear," he claimed, looking at Quaxo with big kitten eyes.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 3, 2011 2:57:48 GMT -5
Quaxo gasped as Mungo made contact with his collarbone arching his back slightly, "are you sure you haven't done this before?"
"Oh the glitter," Quaxo said, laughing a little, "yeah don't worry about that, never tell Kam or Puck this, but I kind of like it."
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 3, 2011 3:05:00 GMT -5
"Yer secret is safe with me~" he cooed. Mungo liked how comfortable he was with Quaxo. Weird how he had just met the cat a few hours prior, and now this! Maybe he did have super powers after all. Mungo could feel his baggy pants already starting to slip off his waist. Of all days to forget to wear a belt.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 3, 2011 3:08:26 GMT -5
Quaxo felt Mungo's pants begin to slip and reached his hands down, running them down his chest until he hit the pant line and fumbling with his button and zipper. This was made significantly harder by Mungo's continued ministrations on his neck and collarbone, which were rather distracting and not at all helping with his motor function.
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Post by Mungojerrie on Jun 3, 2011 3:14:20 GMT -5
Mungo removed his hands from Quaxo's hips and brought them up to his wild purple hair. Sure, it clashed with his own orange locks, but oh well. This was no time to go all fashion police. The light kisses that he was laying on Quaxo's neck had by now turned into sucking and slight nipping. Those goddamn instincts.
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Post by Quaxo on Jun 3, 2011 3:21:10 GMT -5
Quaxo moaned louder his eyes rolling back slightly as Mungo moved his kisses to nips. He finished undoing Mungo's button and pulled down his zipper, he began tugging at his pants.
"Oh God!" he exclaimed, after one particularly hard nip on his collarbone, "you HAVE to have done this before!"
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