King/Maru: Cat fights p.4
In the end Maru didn't manage to contact the girls and tell them he wouldn't be there to practice with them. Neither after the first time where King fucked him into the couch, nor after the second one on the dining table with Mar's notes pushed roughly down onto the floor. The kitty was too busy moaning to get mad at King for that.
By the time they reached the bedroom and managed to do it properly on the bed it was already too late to call the practice off.
When King was finally done rubbing his scent into the claret head Mar was so spent that he passed out soon after the tiger cleaned them both up. It was no wonder then that when the tiger who by now was tuned in to the kitten's wake up hours (since it enable him to catch a grope or two before his slighter lover was off to school) woke up a few minutes after seven Maru was still pretty much dead to the world.
“Kitten~,” King scooted closer to the bundle of sheets and breathed into his kitten's ear. “Time to get up.~”
The little feline pushed his face further into his pillow and covered himself up more before mumbling something that King recognized as;
“Piss off... 'm sleeping in....”
To show Mar that he understood the tiger slipped a hand under the covers and kneaded the sweet, tight ass and planted a kiss on the top of the curly mass of hair earning himself an angry growl from the kitten.
How adorable.
With one last grope the tiger got up deciding to let his little lover get his well deserved rest. He stretched his whole body with a groan and looked around the room for something to wear. But since they lost most of the clothing a long time before they got here the only garment was King's T-shirt hanging on the back of the chair. He didn't feel like putting that much on and instead headed to the bathroom to take a shower grabbing a pair of boxers from the drawer on his way.
Half an hour later, with his hair still a bit wet, King was busy in the kitchen making a strawberry smoothie for himself and a banana one for his kitten. That or yogurt were the only things the little feline would have for his morning meal and it looked like he'd use the extra energy today. Usually the only thing the claret head would get for breakfast was tea claiming that it was enough to give him a good start for the day.
He was putting Mar's drink in the fridge when all of a sudden something attached itself to his side and wrapped its arms around his middle making it difficult to move. The tiger looked down to see a very messy mass of claret curls that undoubtedly belonged to his lovely little kitty.
So darn adorable.
“D'aww. Good morning, cuteness. Weren't you supposed to be sleeping in today?”
The claret head only groaned in reply. Yup, he was still pretty much dead. The tiger couldn’t help the smirk that curved his lips at the thought that it was all his doing that his kitty was so spent.
King kissed the top of Mar's head and that was the boy’s cue to release him from his hold. The kitten's eyes were only halfway open and he rubbed them sleepily one after another in a child-like manner before turning to make himself his morning tea.
A grin spread on the tiger’s face and threatened to split his face when he noticed the slight limping and Maru's attire. The cute little kitten in his sleepy-mode must have been too occupied with the thought of his wake up drink to bother with looking for his own clothes and put on the T-shirt King left on the chair.
Honestly, there was nothing cuter than a sleepy Mar in an oversized T-shirt that reached his mid-thighs.
The kitten reached into the cupboard trying to find his pack of tea that must have gotten pushed too far back for him to find it. He stood on his toes and reached further inside making the shirt rise up enough for King to see that Mar didn't care to wear boxers.
Yeah, there was nothing cuter and hotter than his little feline. Especially when he was serving himself to King on a silver plate.
King was feeling tempted to just lean against the fridge and devour the patches of revealed skin with his gaze while Maru struggled and made adorable, displeased little sounds.
He took pity over his lover however and moved in to help him.
With a hand on Mar's belly he pressed himself closely to the slighter man and quite easily found the tea. He put it on the counter and Maru uttered a groggy “thanks” before trying to wriggle out of King's hold.
But King had other plans.
He pressed the kitten even further against the counter trapping him with his body and leaned in to bite on the top of the cute ear.
“Tiger.” Maru whined and struggled weakly. The boy knew he didn't stand a chance if King had turned to molestation mode. Not when he was still half asleep. But you had to give him points for trying. “Nn, stop that.”
The tiger simply ignored him and kept attacking licking down the shell of Mar's ear, sucking on the lobe. When he moved lower to nibble just below his kitty's ear his prey let out a soft moan and almost ceased trying to wriggle out of King's grasp.
It was only when Maru started pressing his back against King and reached back with one hand to cradle King’s head that the tiger stepped away for a moment long enough to turn the little feline around and lift him up to place on the counter. With his arms on both sides of Mar King wriggled his way between the kitten’s legs with a wide grin.
With the centimeters gained King didn’t have to lean down to catch the delicious lips anymore; they were directly in front of him now and he only needed to strike forwards to meet them in a heated kiss. Which is exactly what he did.
The kiss was all but hurried; King moved his lips languidly, lazily over Mar’s and the little feline reciprocating in the same manner and kissing back unhurriedly. The tiger caught Maru’s lower lip with his teeth and nipped at it before pulling playfully eliciting a gasp from his lover and going back to take that irresistible mouth again.
After a sweep of his tongue across the peachy lips King plunged inside as soon as they parted enough for him. He made sure to explore the cavern thoroughly moving his tongue over the back of Mar’s teeth, teasing the roof of his mouth with light caresses and swallowing all the sweet sounds the claret head made as their tongues indulged in a sensual dance.
As King moved his muscle with deliberate slowness inside his kitten’s mouth Mar wrapped an arm around his neck, the other tangling in King’s hair and bringing their faces closer to deepen the kiss. The tiger hooked his hands behind Maru’s bent knees and pulled him closer so that their groins met. The sudden pressure on his crotch made the slighter male moan into the kiss and King responded with a low groan of his own.
With Mar’s legs holding onto him King’s hands were free to roam over the bare skin, to slide across the naked thighs and earn himself more of the delicious sounds his kitten made in answer to the touch.
King inched his fingers higher and higher advancing forwards at an almost lethargic pace. He was momentarily interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, but he chose to ignore it and simply continued devouring his favorite treat. Besides, it seemed that his kitten didn’t notice that someone was at the door even after the doorbell chimed again so there was no way he’d stop here.
But whoever was at the door couldn’t take a hint and refused to get lost. Not that King cared, he would be more than happy to leave the guy (or girl) standing there waiting. His kitten on the other hand wasn’t likely to just leave it be.
“Mm, Tiger,” Mar murmured against King’s lips after he broke from the kiss, “Maybe you should go answer that?”
“I’m busy.” He answered as he licked the claret head’s lips before setting on a journey downwards, towards the kitten’s neck.
The doorbell rang again.
“Ah… C’mon,” Mar gasped as King attached his lips just below his chin and sucked, “Tell whoever it is at the door off so we can continue this~.”
As if urging King on, the fucker started knocking at the door. It was really getting on King’s nerves.
“Tigerrr~” Mar purred.
The tiger growled, but unfastened his mouth from his lover’s neck.
“Fine, but don’t you dare to move an inch. Or you’ll get punished. Thoroughly.” To emphasize the last word King kissed Maru hard and slapped his thigh lightly before letting go.
“What about touching myself?~” The kitten called after him when King was already in the living-room.
Little devil really wanted to get spanked.
Another knock.
“For fuck’s sake.” He muttered under his breath stomping towards the door.
It was really making King feel agitated, to say the least. It better be something important or the guy (or girl) might regret even considering disturbing King and his ‘breakfast’. Honestly, he wanted nothing more than just get back to Mar and fuck him silly on that kitchen counter.
Finally reaching the door King unlocked them and practically hauled them open, looked at the figure in front of him… and slammed the door a second later.
Duncan.
That damn punk actually dared to interrupt him. Just the sight of him there made King sizzle with anger. He felt like opening the door again just to punch the guy in the face. But there was no fucking way King would spare him another second. He wasted enough time on him already, time he could use on rendering his kitten incoherent.
“Who was it?”
King turned to see that yes, Mar disobeyed and left his position where he was supposed to wait for him and was not in the hallway.
The tiger took a deep breath to calm his nerves. No need to think more of the fucker.
“I think I’ve told you not to move.” Advancing towards the little feline King smirked. “You really want to get punished, don’t you?”
He stepped forward causing Maru to move backwards until his back hit the wall where King trapped him with his body pressing their lower halves together.
King neared his face to the claret head’s ear and breathed into it. “Or maybe you couldn’t wait for me to get back to devouring you, hm? If you’re that hungry for me I’ll have to make sure to satiate your craving.~”
He thrust his pelvis forwards and was rewarded with an earthy moan that he made sure to swallow with a feverish kiss.
KNOCK KNOCK
“Dammit!” King cursed as his lover broke from the kiss and slid away heading to the door. “Mar, get back here.”
“I thought you’ve dealt with it.” Was the slighter feline’s only answer before he opened the door unmindful to the state of his attire. “Oh, hi Dun-“
SLAM
“King! What did you do that for?!”
The tiger grabbed Mar’s arm and pulled him close against his own body his other arm wrapping itself around the claret head’s waist and holding him in place.
“We’re busy here.” He growled and struck silencing the kitten before he could protest.
“Bu-mmmph!” Maru kept struggling as the tiger sought and captured his lips again and again.
Sometimes King wished his lover was a little less of a good boy.
“King!”
Fuck.
“Fine.” With an exasperated sigh King let go of Mar and opened the door in a way that wouldn’t allow the leopard to cast even a glance on the claret head. King hoped that by now Duncan took the hint and went back home, to hell or wherever as long as it was far away from his Maru.
Fat chance.
The punk was still there.
“Mar’s got more important stuff than you to take care of so beat it.”
SMACK
“There.” King turned back to his lover after locking the door not surprised, though more or less uncaring, to see him annoyed.
“Kin-”
But the tiger had had it with talking.
“Next time you say my name it better be moaned out.”
And with that he made sure to keep Mar’s mouth occupied until the kitten could utter nothing more but moans.
By the time they reached the bedroom and managed to do it properly on the bed it was already too late to call the practice off.
When King was finally done rubbing his scent into the claret head Mar was so spent that he passed out soon after the tiger cleaned them both up. It was no wonder then that when the tiger who by now was tuned in to the kitten's wake up hours (since it enable him to catch a grope or two before his slighter lover was off to school) woke up a few minutes after seven Maru was still pretty much dead to the world.
“Kitten~,” King scooted closer to the bundle of sheets and breathed into his kitten's ear. “Time to get up.~”
The little feline pushed his face further into his pillow and covered himself up more before mumbling something that King recognized as;
“Piss off... 'm sleeping in....”
To show Mar that he understood the tiger slipped a hand under the covers and kneaded the sweet, tight ass and planted a kiss on the top of the curly mass of hair earning himself an angry growl from the kitten.
How adorable.
With one last grope the tiger got up deciding to let his little lover get his well deserved rest. He stretched his whole body with a groan and looked around the room for something to wear. But since they lost most of the clothing a long time before they got here the only garment was King's T-shirt hanging on the back of the chair. He didn't feel like putting that much on and instead headed to the bathroom to take a shower grabbing a pair of boxers from the drawer on his way.
Half an hour later, with his hair still a bit wet, King was busy in the kitchen making a strawberry smoothie for himself and a banana one for his kitten. That or yogurt were the only things the little feline would have for his morning meal and it looked like he'd use the extra energy today. Usually the only thing the claret head would get for breakfast was tea claiming that it was enough to give him a good start for the day.
He was putting Mar's drink in the fridge when all of a sudden something attached itself to his side and wrapped its arms around his middle making it difficult to move. The tiger looked down to see a very messy mass of claret curls that undoubtedly belonged to his lovely little kitty.
So darn adorable.
“D'aww. Good morning, cuteness. Weren't you supposed to be sleeping in today?”
The claret head only groaned in reply. Yup, he was still pretty much dead. The tiger couldn’t help the smirk that curved his lips at the thought that it was all his doing that his kitty was so spent.
King kissed the top of Mar's head and that was the boy’s cue to release him from his hold. The kitten's eyes were only halfway open and he rubbed them sleepily one after another in a child-like manner before turning to make himself his morning tea.
A grin spread on the tiger’s face and threatened to split his face when he noticed the slight limping and Maru's attire. The cute little kitten in his sleepy-mode must have been too occupied with the thought of his wake up drink to bother with looking for his own clothes and put on the T-shirt King left on the chair.
Honestly, there was nothing cuter than a sleepy Mar in an oversized T-shirt that reached his mid-thighs.
The kitten reached into the cupboard trying to find his pack of tea that must have gotten pushed too far back for him to find it. He stood on his toes and reached further inside making the shirt rise up enough for King to see that Mar didn't care to wear boxers.
Yeah, there was nothing cuter and hotter than his little feline. Especially when he was serving himself to King on a silver plate.
King was feeling tempted to just lean against the fridge and devour the patches of revealed skin with his gaze while Maru struggled and made adorable, displeased little sounds.
He took pity over his lover however and moved in to help him.
With a hand on Mar's belly he pressed himself closely to the slighter man and quite easily found the tea. He put it on the counter and Maru uttered a groggy “thanks” before trying to wriggle out of King's hold.
But King had other plans.
He pressed the kitten even further against the counter trapping him with his body and leaned in to bite on the top of the cute ear.
“Tiger.” Maru whined and struggled weakly. The boy knew he didn't stand a chance if King had turned to molestation mode. Not when he was still half asleep. But you had to give him points for trying. “Nn, stop that.”
The tiger simply ignored him and kept attacking licking down the shell of Mar's ear, sucking on the lobe. When he moved lower to nibble just below his kitty's ear his prey let out a soft moan and almost ceased trying to wriggle out of King's grasp.
It was only when Maru started pressing his back against King and reached back with one hand to cradle King’s head that the tiger stepped away for a moment long enough to turn the little feline around and lift him up to place on the counter. With his arms on both sides of Mar King wriggled his way between the kitten’s legs with a wide grin.
With the centimeters gained King didn’t have to lean down to catch the delicious lips anymore; they were directly in front of him now and he only needed to strike forwards to meet them in a heated kiss. Which is exactly what he did.
The kiss was all but hurried; King moved his lips languidly, lazily over Mar’s and the little feline reciprocating in the same manner and kissing back unhurriedly. The tiger caught Maru’s lower lip with his teeth and nipped at it before pulling playfully eliciting a gasp from his lover and going back to take that irresistible mouth again.
After a sweep of his tongue across the peachy lips King plunged inside as soon as they parted enough for him. He made sure to explore the cavern thoroughly moving his tongue over the back of Mar’s teeth, teasing the roof of his mouth with light caresses and swallowing all the sweet sounds the claret head made as their tongues indulged in a sensual dance.
As King moved his muscle with deliberate slowness inside his kitten’s mouth Mar wrapped an arm around his neck, the other tangling in King’s hair and bringing their faces closer to deepen the kiss. The tiger hooked his hands behind Maru’s bent knees and pulled him closer so that their groins met. The sudden pressure on his crotch made the slighter male moan into the kiss and King responded with a low groan of his own.
With Mar’s legs holding onto him King’s hands were free to roam over the bare skin, to slide across the naked thighs and earn himself more of the delicious sounds his kitten made in answer to the touch.
King inched his fingers higher and higher advancing forwards at an almost lethargic pace. He was momentarily interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, but he chose to ignore it and simply continued devouring his favorite treat. Besides, it seemed that his kitten didn’t notice that someone was at the door even after the doorbell chimed again so there was no way he’d stop here.
But whoever was at the door couldn’t take a hint and refused to get lost. Not that King cared, he would be more than happy to leave the guy (or girl) standing there waiting. His kitten on the other hand wasn’t likely to just leave it be.
“Mm, Tiger,” Mar murmured against King’s lips after he broke from the kiss, “Maybe you should go answer that?”
“I’m busy.” He answered as he licked the claret head’s lips before setting on a journey downwards, towards the kitten’s neck.
The doorbell rang again.
“Ah… C’mon,” Mar gasped as King attached his lips just below his chin and sucked, “Tell whoever it is at the door off so we can continue this~.”
As if urging King on, the fucker started knocking at the door. It was really getting on King’s nerves.
“Tigerrr~” Mar purred.
The tiger growled, but unfastened his mouth from his lover’s neck.
“Fine, but don’t you dare to move an inch. Or you’ll get punished. Thoroughly.” To emphasize the last word King kissed Maru hard and slapped his thigh lightly before letting go.
“What about touching myself?~” The kitten called after him when King was already in the living-room.
Little devil really wanted to get spanked.
Another knock.
“For fuck’s sake.” He muttered under his breath stomping towards the door.
It was really making King feel agitated, to say the least. It better be something important or the guy (or girl) might regret even considering disturbing King and his ‘breakfast’. Honestly, he wanted nothing more than just get back to Mar and fuck him silly on that kitchen counter.
Finally reaching the door King unlocked them and practically hauled them open, looked at the figure in front of him… and slammed the door a second later.
Duncan.
That damn punk actually dared to interrupt him. Just the sight of him there made King sizzle with anger. He felt like opening the door again just to punch the guy in the face. But there was no fucking way King would spare him another second. He wasted enough time on him already, time he could use on rendering his kitten incoherent.
“Who was it?”
King turned to see that yes, Mar disobeyed and left his position where he was supposed to wait for him and was not in the hallway.
The tiger took a deep breath to calm his nerves. No need to think more of the fucker.
“I think I’ve told you not to move.” Advancing towards the little feline King smirked. “You really want to get punished, don’t you?”
He stepped forward causing Maru to move backwards until his back hit the wall where King trapped him with his body pressing their lower halves together.
King neared his face to the claret head’s ear and breathed into it. “Or maybe you couldn’t wait for me to get back to devouring you, hm? If you’re that hungry for me I’ll have to make sure to satiate your craving.~”
He thrust his pelvis forwards and was rewarded with an earthy moan that he made sure to swallow with a feverish kiss.
KNOCK KNOCK
“Dammit!” King cursed as his lover broke from the kiss and slid away heading to the door. “Mar, get back here.”
“I thought you’ve dealt with it.” Was the slighter feline’s only answer before he opened the door unmindful to the state of his attire. “Oh, hi Dun-“
SLAM
“King! What did you do that for?!”
The tiger grabbed Mar’s arm and pulled him close against his own body his other arm wrapping itself around the claret head’s waist and holding him in place.
“We’re busy here.” He growled and struck silencing the kitten before he could protest.
“Bu-mmmph!” Maru kept struggling as the tiger sought and captured his lips again and again.
Sometimes King wished his lover was a little less of a good boy.
“King!”
Fuck.
“Fine.” With an exasperated sigh King let go of Mar and opened the door in a way that wouldn’t allow the leopard to cast even a glance on the claret head. King hoped that by now Duncan took the hint and went back home, to hell or wherever as long as it was far away from his Maru.
Fat chance.
The punk was still there.
“Mar’s got more important stuff than you to take care of so beat it.”
SMACK
“There.” King turned back to his lover after locking the door not surprised, though more or less uncaring, to see him annoyed.
“Kin-”
But the tiger had had it with talking.
“Next time you say my name it better be moaned out.”
And with that he made sure to keep Mar’s mouth occupied until the kitten could utter nothing more but moans.