Black: MM Kitty Play Romance

by Quin Perin

  Oh. Where my perverted mind was going already...

  “Hey there,” I said and brushed a strand of hair from his face. He shifted to kneel on the couch, wearing soft pajama pants which hardly did anything to hide his arousal. “You back for me, mh?”

  Dima playfully scratched at my hip then; it made me smile, and my dick twitch. I wanted him to feel me. Explore my skin. The slight definition of the muscles I cultivated whenever I could. “What shall I call you…” I wondered aloud, rubbing my thumb across the tip of his cat ear as he dipped slightly forward in search of my abdomen. I guided him to my navel, still rubbing his ear when he began to wet my skin with little licks.

  I watched him, my other hand carding through his perfect dark hair. It gleamed slightly in the dim light of the room. I tried a few names, but nothing felt exactly right. Dima even hissed once to voice his dismissal.

  “What about Baby?” I asked at last, and his movements stilled. Dima meowed hesitantly, tilting his head back, eyes in my general direction. “Baby it is, then. Until we think of something else.” I scooped him up and padded with him toward the bedroom. Dima kept biting down my neck, marking me purposefully. No matter how slow I wanted to take this, I would have him again tonight. Would taste him, make him thrash against the bed, turn him inside out. Until he let down his guard completely.

  EIGHTEEN

  Tony

  I woke up with cat ears in my face. They itched under my jaw, making me jerk my head back. The sunlight glared into my eyes. But blinking rapidly helped. For the second night in a row, I was here. In his bed, watching the sun reflect in the corner of the mirror. Dima’s form splayed all over me, one leg between my thighs, his head nestled in the crook of my shoulder. My fingers tingled, the bloodstream cut off from his weight on me.

  I balled up my fingers and sighed at the maddening feeling of muscles awakening. I stared at the ceiling, at the single light bulb hanging above our heads. I wondered if he ever turned the lights on at all. Probably not. I hadn’t even turned them on last night; the light from the moon and street were enough to let me find my way around the apartment.

  I extracted the cat ears from his hair, carefully placing them beside me on the bed. Last night had ended in another hot make-out session that resulted in me sucking him dry. Truthfully, I’d been ready to fuck him. To ravish his tiny little ass until those meows turned into cries and moans of pleasure. God knew, he had begged for it in his own wordless way, rubbing his ass against my cock, fucking teasing me until I’d folded him in half, knees to his chest, and rocked my dick against him. Then and there though, I think he understood.

  It was too soon, and we were both too impatient to prepare him for the pounding I wanted to give him. With the savage in me taking over, primal urges flickered to life. So he’d settled for being worshipped with my hands and lips and tongue. Every inch. Tasting him, breathing him in. Licking his neck, chest, armpits, nipples, and the fine treasure trail leading to his curved cock. It pointed slightly to the right, which I loved. It was unique and a shade darker than the rest of his body.

  So here I lay, with my little kitten on my chest, his breath fanning over me. He was still naked, so was I, and the sheets had turned into one hell of a mess during the night. Once my arm came back to life, I hugged him closer, making him shift against me. There was no alarm clock on the side of the bed. In fact, the room was rather empty. A bed with a nightstand by it, a mirror in the corner, and a closet. That was it.

  After a couple of minutes of watching sunlight flood the room, I tried to slide out from under his grasp, but he didn’t let me. His entire body clung to me. Tighter-tighter-tighter until I gasped and laughed.

  “Good morning to you too.”

  He greeted me with an annoyed grunt. “Don’t move,” he mumbled into my chest and rubbed his cheek against my side until he found my right nipple and latched on to the ring piercing in it. He fucking tugged on it. Hard.

  “Ow, you little shit!” I huffed out with a laugh, defeated. Dima released the piercing and climbed on top of me, both hands tracing over my body. Then he sat on my lap, his cock semi-hard and brushing against my stomach.

  “Tell me,” Dima whispered sleep-drunk, fingers grazing along my shoulders. “What kind of tattoos do you have?”

  The question brought reality back to life. Sometimes I almost forgot about his loss of sight. Dima easily scampered around in the apartment and only seemed confused when I moved him and he couldn’t keep up with where he was. He’d memorized every inch of this place. His hands were his sight, always touching, poking, and pinching, usually at me. But this they couldn’t explore: the ink on my skin.

  And so I explained everything to him. I guided his hands to the left side of my arm, from wrist to elbow. There were outlines of a forest, trees, the crowns dark, the roots fading onto the back of my hand. The tops of the trees blended into the next tattoo that had a bit more color. A sunset, tinged in orange and red. To me, my body was a canvas. Not every tattoo meant something, but some did. Like the colorful fish that swam along my ribs; an almost perfect replica of the fish I’d seen the first time I went snorkeling. Right after running away from my “proper” life. Then there was a watercolor tattoo of a flower, Steven’s favorite. And a starling my friend Eric had drawn for me when I was bumming around Germany.

  When we were halfway through the ink on my chest, Dima laughed and shook his head. “I had no idea you were actually covered in tattoos,” he said. “Zoe said she saw some, but I didn’t think like...a lot. Y’know?”

  I smiled sheepishly.

  “It’s a lot,” I admitted, trailing the pad of my thumb along the backside of his hand. “And I got more on my other arm and my calves. Does it...does it bother you?”

  “No, I think it’s impressive. Mh. Going through all that pain...” he whispered, and only then I noticed his cock had grown to its full length between us, pointing up at its owner, a dot of precum gathering at the slit. I loved to surprise him with wicked little touches. So I reached for him, engulfing his erection in my fist. His breath stuck in his chest, lips parting.

  “You like it?” I asked as I planted my other hand on the small of his back and dragged him closer so he was positioned on my stomach. I was still lying down, my hand languidly stroking his shaft and rubbing the slick around the ridge of the head. It made him shudder and clasp his hands onto my shoulder. If I angled my head forward, I could lick his cockhead easily.

  “Yes,” Dima breathed out huskily.

  “What exactly do you like about it?” I probed, twisting my fist over his glans. He gasped and bucked, head bending down.

  “I-I...that you…”

  “Go on,” I said calmly, ignoring how his reaction sent blood straight to my dick, making it tent in the sheets below. Fuck, the effect he had on me...

  “You’re so strong,” Dima croaked out as I squeezed his cock almost painfully hard. I waited for him to continue, gazing up at his blissed-out face, eyes half-shut. “You...nghh, fuck, you could break me if you chose to.”

  Oh, that served to unleash more heat waves in my center, coils of arousal spiraling in my gut.

  “Mmm, my little kitty,” I hummed and slid from under him, hoisting myself up so I could lean back against the headboard. Now his ass was right on the bulge of my cock beneath the sheets. Dima’s hands scrambled for my shoulders, his erection flexing in my grasp. I held on tight, only giving him little jerks. With a sinister smirk, I placed my lips right against his ear. “Do you want to be broken?” I growled and rubbed my beard against his cheek for effect, sliding my fingers down to his balls.

  Dima’s breathing turned ragged and fast, nails claiming their spot in my shoulders. “Yes, God, yes.” He would come soon, like when I’d rimmed him yesterday. I fucking loved I could take him over the edge so swiftly. The sound of my hand slicking over his dick filled the room. I cupped his balls with one palm, the other quickly jerking him off. He tensed and trembled, his breath puffing out against my neck.

/>   And then, right when his phone went off and cut through the lewd sounds between us, the gasps, the whimpers, he convulsed and yelped and came in long, juicy strides, lacing me once more.

  Dima

  My entire body shook as Tony stroked my orgasm from me. With my eyes squeezed shut, I struggled for air. Blood burning and ears ringing. A ringing that didn’t quite fade when I slumped against Tony’s chest.

  I groaned and panted. “My phone,” I whined, hiding my face in his chest. I didn’t want to answer it, all out of breath and satisfied. I was content. Not wanting to move.

  Tony hummed and shifted, stretching to grab the phone he’d seen me put on the nightstand before we fell asleep. Without asking for permission, he answered it. “Good morning, thank you for calling Dima’s office. He is currently unavailable. May I take a message?” Another beep put the phone on speaker.

  “Tony?” Jan asked, confused.

  “Yep.”

  “Where’s Dima? What are you doi—never mind. Don’t wanna know.” Jan sighed.

  Snorting into Tony’s chest, I squirmed against him. “M’here. What do you want?” I wasn’t really paying attention to him despite my acknowledgment. My tongue dragged across Tony’s skin, seeking out the mess I’d made on him. He shuddered, dead silent as I crawled down his body and licked him clean.

  “What do I want?” Jan scoffed. “I want to know if you’re coming into work or not. You’re late; you’re never late.”

  Oops. I hadn’t set my alarm on my phone, and I’d completely forgotten to check the time when I woke up. Tony was a distraction.

  With a quiet purr, I flicked my tongue along the tip of Tony’s erection. “I’ll be there soon,” I murmured, kissing beneath Tony’s belly button. As I shifted lower, his hips surged forward, and he let out a quiet breath.

  “Right.” Discomfort laced Jan’s voice. I could tell he wanted to scold me for being late, but the longer he was on the phone, the more he had a chance of overhearing something he really didn’t want to. “I’ll see you when you get here. Take your time. I don’t wanna know.” The phone disconnected.

  Tony ran his fingers through my hair, to the nape of my neck, his chuckle resonating in his chest. He hauled me up, connecting our lips. “You should have saved me some,” he whined, squeezing my ass and flicking his tongue against mine. “You know I love the way you taste.”

  Now I really wished I’d called in sick today. Tony made it very hard to leave the bed. Made it hard to want to leave. “Hm, save your appetite for later.” My lips moved from his, cheek nuzzling into his beard.

  “Sure you gotta go to work?” he asked.

  “Said I would.”

  Tony grumbled at that while I tried to soothe him with my tongue. “You gonna come see me at lunch?” I was getting used to him bothering me during lunch; might as well head him off. Let him know I knew what he was doing. Accosting me on my break and tricking me into agreeing to whatever he wanted. Devious bastard.

  “Of course.” He grinned. He poked my stomach, making me squirm. “Do you ever actually eat during lunch? You never have food.”

  “I eat,” I protested, “...when I’m not working. Usually, I pick on the stuff I’m baking during the day.” Had to make sure everything tasted good, right?

  “Uh-uh,” Tony scolded, prodding me again. “You need to eat real food sometimes, you know? Can’t live off baked goods.”

  “I can try!”

  He laughed. “I’m going to bring you an actual meal for lunch,” he stated. “And you will not complain.”

  I gave him a look. “I’ll probably complain.” We both knew that. Just as we both knew that I’d eat it regardless.

  NINETEEN

  Tony

  “Why don’t you take your laptop and some clothes next time you go over to Dima’s? Then you don’t have to come back,” Sara said, the teasing tone in her voice hard to miss.

  I glared at her before turning my attention back to the fridge. Since Leslie was feeling better today, Sara had dropped her off at school and rushed home for alone time. Alone time I interrupted. But I had to. I needed to eat. I was starving. Dima had offered me something to eat before I went, but I didn’t want to overstay my welcome.

  My stomach rumbled as I scanned the content of the fridge. Even if my body told me I had to eat, I could hardly think about food. All I wanted was to crawl back into bed with Dima and get my protein for the da—

  Definitely not the kind of thoughts you should have around your sister. I cringed and took out the leftover from last night she’d stored in there.

  “Hey!” I heard from the side but waved her off.

  “Oh, get over it. You’re gonna cook tonight anyway.”

  Sara huffed, one leg resting on top of the other as she sat by the window sill and scrolled through her phone. I imagined it was the little alone time she got during the day, and I was infringing on it. Well, that’s what brothers did. A half-empty coffee sat on the table, her half-eaten sandwich next to it. I unwrapped the plate from its plastic foil and popped it in the microwave. Potatoes, broccoli, and some kind of savory sauce. And a...vegetarian sausage. Sara and Leslie were vegetarians, and Jan had been forced to follow them.

  But who was I to complain? Free food!

  I leaned against the counter as the microwave hummed beside me, filling the silence.

  “So, what now? You’re gonna hang around for longer or what?” Sara asked and plopped her phone into her lap.

  Admittedly, I’d been a bit off track since I met Dima. Since I first laid my eyes on him, really. I wasn’t sure what to do next. Today I definitely needed to rewrite those parts my editor had been going on and on and on about. When I checked my phone this morning, she’d given me a deadline which was...tomorrow. I’d replied that I’d get back to her by then. God, this fucking stressed me out.

  I shrugged one shoulder and groaned, feeling the ache at the side of my neck. With Dima around me, I hadn’t exactly cared for settling into a comfortable position while I slept. Now I was paying for it.

  “Well?” Sara probed and arched an eyebrow.

  The microwave beeped and saved me. I turned to take my meal out and then grabbed a fork from the drawer. Sara watched me settle down across from her at the small kitchen table. My knees almost hit the underside.

  “I haven’t booked any flights yet, figured I would see where the wind takes me.”

  “Of course,” Sara scoffed and then grinned like an idiot.

  Oh, my beloved sister. I was so close to sticking my tongue out at her but decided to dig into the steaming vegetables and tofu stuff instead. To my surprise it tasted quite good.

  “I gotta work on those parts I have to rewrite,” I said before stuffing a forkful of food into my mouth.

  Sara watched as her grin dimmed down to a smile.

  “What about...you know, work?” Sara asked as I chewed.

  Well, I wasn’t exactly swimming in money, she knew that. I had a publisher, and it was enough to live in Asia or somewhere where dollars were worth much more than in the States. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to survive in the Netherlands if I chose to stay here. And I certainly didn’t want to keep mooching off of her.

  “I’m waiting for my next paycheck, which should come in next week. Then I—” Well, what should I do then? I had no clue.

  “You know, if you want to stay, you could find a job here. Jan knows the entire town, basically.”

  “Okay…?” I swallowed, then reached for the bottle of water on the table.

  “Oh, c’mon. It’s written all over your face. You’re totally smitten with Dima!”

  I unscrewed the bottle and took a hefty gulp from it. If she only knew how smitten.

  TWENTY

  Dima

  The loud bang of the kitchen door slamming open made me jump, spilling batter over my hand. “Hey! Rude!” I huffed, feeling around for a towel. I'd spent the last few hours in a daze. Making the basics while my mind wandered. My thoughts circled aro
und Tony, preferably in my bed. The comfort I’d felt with him. The desire I felt for him. And my curiosity about those ears and what else we could do with that whole kink.

  “Sorry.”

  Zoe didn’t remotely sound sorry as she thudded over to me. Water ran, and she nudged a damp towel into my hand.

  I made a face as I wiped the creamy goop from between my fingers. When I finished, I handed it back to her, and she pushed me to the side with her hip, wiping up the mess on the counter. “What are you doing here? You were supposed to be off. Can’t go a day without seeing me?”

  “Well, when I called to get my schedule for this week, a little birdie told me that you’d gotten into some trouble last night,” she lilted, leaning next to me. “And I want to hear every filthy detail.”

  “Jan told you?” I scowled.

  “That you had a hot blond spend the night? A hot blond who answered your phone this morning?” She snickered. “Yes. Yes, he did. I want to know everything about it.”

  “Why are you so interested in my sex life?” I protested but really wanted to tell her all the details. I usually did. She was the one person I could talk to about these things. It wasn’t often that she actually outright asked me about it like that though.

  “Have you seen him? Christ.”

  “Really, Zoe?” Folding my arms, I quirked an eyebrow in her direction.

  “Yeah...sorry. Now tell me.” Her clothing brushed me as she bounced on the balls of her feet.