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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 20, 2010 12:30:45 GMT -5
Sometimes Mistoffelees was modest, and other times he was down right proud about his talents. Today was one of those days as he admired their appearance in the attic. He was more than good. Damn good was a much better adjective.
He padded to the attic door, hopping up to give it a lock, before landing and turning around. “So, this is it,” he murmured, a flourish of his hand offered. It was a comfortable household, not obscenely wealthy though upper class. Out the window one could see the elaborate garden, the different places to hide. He gestured to a pocket in the wall, something nearly invisible. “It’s where I stash my clothes when I’m not going to the Junkyard,” he said in means of explanation, tail swishing.
"So... where were we?"
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Post by Victor on Apr 20, 2010 12:35:39 GMT -5
Victor, who had used all of his might not to fall over when they arrived, just gawked momentarily.
"That was awesome," he murmured.
Mistoffelees's words brought him back to his senses.
"Well, I believe you shirt was getting in the way," he said, not moving, but waiting to be approached again.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 20, 2010 13:03:49 GMT -5
"I try my best," Mistoffelees replied smugly before that comment came. "Yes, it seems to be the--"
Scars.
He paused before giving a bit of an embarrassed look. "We could always skip that part. Gloss over it, you know. Not very important."
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Post by Victor on Apr 20, 2010 13:08:15 GMT -5
Victor raised an eyebrow and strode up to Mistoffelees, grasping him around the waist and pulling him in. He ground their groins together, himself still quite hard, so that even his loose shorts were noticeably bulging.
"We're about to have a casual shag," he said. "You can't be that self conscious about your body?"
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 20, 2010 13:13:17 GMT -5
"Not with my lower half I'm not," Mistoffelees began, his own hard on pressing forth as he pressed up, trying to create delicious friction. "You'd get the wrong idea, and not be interested. It detracts from the cuteness factor," he tried to protest, his hands lowering to grip the other's rump.
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Post by Victor on Apr 20, 2010 13:17:21 GMT -5
Victor gave Misto another doubtful look.
"Rubbish," he said. His hands came up and he quickly undid the next two buttons. "See. No problem."
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 20, 2010 13:21:52 GMT -5
Mistoffelees offered a groan before he shook his head. "If you lose your stiffy because of the burns, I'm not going to be pleased." Arms somewhat crossed, working the buttons on the base of his shirt upward until he allowed the fabric to slip off his shoulders.
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Post by Victor on Apr 20, 2010 13:26:13 GMT -5
Victor surveyed the body revealed to him.
"I fail to see the problem."
Alright, he could, but it didn't bother him. So he had a few scars and burns? He was still cute, and Victor was still horny. He pressed his aforementioned stiffy against his companion's again.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 20, 2010 13:34:31 GMT -5
"Less talking."
And Mistoffelees ducked his head, nibbling along the other's jawline, careful to slide a hand against the other's stomach, just below the waistband of the other's shorts but not beneath his underwear. Two fingers traced the bulge, a smirk coming to the black cat's lips.
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Post by Victor on Apr 20, 2010 13:39:09 GMT -5
Victor just purred. This was more like it. All of the angst was inconvenient.
He slid Misto's shirt all of the way off, letting it hang from his elbows. Meanwhile, he was licking the top of the black head was it passed around his neck.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 20, 2010 14:16:59 GMT -5
Mistoffelees shifted his weight a bit, maybe rubbing harder as he scooted a bit lower, mouthing along Victor's chest, teeth sometimes grazing. He gazed up with those unique eyes, one blue, one gold, to watch the other's expression, seemingly a bit entertained as well, arms moving behind his back to rid the fabric.
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Post by Victor on Apr 20, 2010 14:21:17 GMT -5
"Fuck, you turn me on," Victor said huskily. It was true. He didn't know why, but the small tom really did push all his buttons.
"Come here," he muttered, grabbing Misto's chin away from his chest, and leaning down to meet him.
It was the first time he'd kissed Misto, and it was wet, sloppy and full of tongue.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 20, 2010 14:46:27 GMT -5
The cat allowed the switch of domination. He would have smirked were there the opportunity, or maybe again teased the other with a "don't speak" but Victor had a sexy voice, and he was eager to lower his jaw, to play back in the hard kiss, to grind against him.
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Post by Victor on Apr 20, 2010 14:49:57 GMT -5
Victor huffed against Misto's mouth, departing from the kiss to shed his own shirt off his shoulders.
"Got anywhere specific for this?" he asked, hoisting Misto off the floor by means of hands under his butt. "Or will the floor here do?"
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 20, 2010 15:03:21 GMT -5
"Pillows. There. Or. Here. Or. Wall," the cat groaned, arms wrapping snugly around Victor's shoulders as he nibbled along his ear, voice dropping to a whisper. "No fucking. No rimming. Rest is fair game." Rules. Maybe there was a bit of that sentimental stuff there.
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Post by Victor on Apr 20, 2010 15:10:58 GMT -5
And here Victor had been hoping to get Misto to plough him. Oh well, next time.
He saw the pillows and moved over to them, depositing his cargo unceremoniously on them, before leaning over, reaching for Misto's pants.
He was rather keen to see what his underwear looked like.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 20, 2010 15:37:28 GMT -5
Mistoffelees offered a groan as he hit the pillows, back arching, hips lifting, to help aide the other, hips wriggling a bit slow. He'd gone simple that day, snug black boxer-briefs rather than something jazzy he'd wear if he were performing. Maybe something sexier had he thought he'd be getting some. At least they weren't obnoxious, baggy boxers, which never worked for him.
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Post by Victor on Apr 20, 2010 19:42:30 GMT -5
Victor wanted more to see what Mistoffelees would normally wear, rather than when his was planning something. Besides, they were just going to come off anyway.
Misto's pants were finally stripped away, and flung behind Victor. He bit lightly on Misto's neck as he gripped the underwear. It got worked off as his mouth began travelling lower, gnawing his way down.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 20, 2010 20:08:35 GMT -5
Mistoffelees allowed his eyes to fall shut, fingers weaving into the other's headfur as he rocked his torso up, a breath sucked in if Victor was too close to a particular scar. Achingly hard, he ground up against the other with a whine, a slight pressing down from palm to the other's head, maybe pushing a little, encouraging. Needing.
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Post by Victor on Apr 20, 2010 22:06:59 GMT -5
Victor huffed his breath against Misto as his hands removed the underwear. He paused to lick upwards, messing up the black fur between the white areas.
Then he took it in. All of it, nose pressed into Misto's fur. Even experienced, he couldn't stay there for long though, so he pulled back, sucking on Misto's less logical head, hands kneading into the black thighs.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 20, 2010 22:12:28 GMT -5
It was so primitive and animalistic. His arms stretched above his head, groaning more loudly as his hips lifted, rocking against Victor's mouth. Partly he wanted to do something cruel, to press his hand on the back of the other's head as he shoved down to make him take more, but he didn't. He could restrain as fingers curled against the pillow.
"More," he groaned, shifting his weight, allowing his eyes to close, images conjuring in his mind. Mr. Filthy Sparkle.
"Victor..." another purr.
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Post by Victor on Apr 20, 2010 22:22:13 GMT -5
Victor deftly licked the tip, tasting the pre-ejaculate that was seeping out, at quite a rate. His own groin was getting a patch of his underwear wet.
He grazed his teeth down Misto's cock, one hand moving to play with the fantastically fluffy, white balls.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 20, 2010 22:27:34 GMT -5
"Fuck.... yes...." Mistoffelees groaned, a bit slippery with the combination of pre-cum and saliva, thrilled at the attention he was receiving. Usually he was the one on his knees, one who developed a deepthroating habit after some time training. A hand lowered to his hair, harder thrusts upward offered though he bit his lip to keep from coming on the spot. No. He'd draw it out if he could.
"Victor..." he breathed, but in his mind he half-saw another. A glimmer. A fantasy. Enough of something to make him shiver and mewl submissively.
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Post by Victor on Apr 20, 2010 22:33:47 GMT -5
"Uhoh," Victor said, which was supposed to be Misto, but his mouth was full.
He gave the balls in his hand a tug, as he swallowed around the hardon in his mouth. He wanted Misto to come, so he could get his turn really. It's not like they wouldn't have heaps more to do afterwards. Victor intended to be very sticky after this was over.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 20, 2010 22:38:48 GMT -5
The muffled words only aided to the illusion, the fantasy as he bucked up, and bucked up hard. He bit the back of his paw near one of the areas with less fur, an old scar from burning. Suckling lightly at his own flesh, his thighs quivered on the sides of Victor's head, a light touch, a something.
And his voice escalated, cries of euphoria as his swollen member began to pump in release, the whimpered name escaping his lips, a barely inaudible choke: "Tugger."
His body fell still then, chest heaving in hard pants, a delicious moan rolling off his lips.
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Post by Victor on Apr 20, 2010 22:45:01 GMT -5
Victor caught the load in his mouth. He heard the name. It explained a lot. But like hell he was going to mention it. He didn't give a damn right now, but he did give a fuck. There was still the chance he'd change his mind too, and bang Victor senseless.
He leaned over Misto, grinning. He opened his mouth slightly to show what he was still holding there, leaning in with the intention of giving Misto a very sloppy kiss, if he didn't stop him.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 20, 2010 22:51:34 GMT -5
The cat gazed at him, nose wrinkling a moment. "God, you're perverted," he breathed moments before kissing Victor back, and hard, gripping the cat's shoulders to roll them over, lips not aligning perfectly to allow excess to dribble and sometimes slosh from their mouths.
Paws smoothed lower in the midst of the kiss, working at the fly to Victor's jeans, an easy task for him though he was taking his time, drawing it out.
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Post by Victor on Apr 20, 2010 22:53:21 GMT -5
(((Heh. Wrong one. He's doing his bro)))
What could he say, Victor liked messy sex. He flopped over onto his back, some come still around his mouth.
He placed his arms behind his head, deciding to let Misto admire his muscles for a bit. No harm in being vain at a time like this.
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Post by Mistoffelees on Apr 20, 2010 22:58:30 GMT -5
((Yeah, noticed that and changed it immediately!!! How embarrassing. ... though I suppose the alternative could be hot...))
The cat purred as he slid down, a tongue lapping at a nipple before he nipped the fur. Shorts worked open, he shifted between the other legs to pull, only then noticing the obnoxiously loud green underwear.
Well, I never...
Thumbs hooked under the waistband as he tugged, a hard pull, a slight smirk.
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Post by Victor on Apr 20, 2010 23:03:29 GMT -5
Not only bright green, but very tight, even in normal circumstances. He liked the look, plus he had heard that tight undies reduced fertility. One less thing to worry about. Not that it mattered now.
Victor lifted his legs to allow the shorts to come off. The bulge was very strained by now, and damp at the end.
"Like what you see?" he asked, hormones dripping from every letter.
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