Boredom and Kittens
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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4,095
Reviews:
8
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Boredom and Kittens
A/N: This story was written for TwistedHilarity as a thank you for all the support and inspiration she has given me over the last year. She’s a wonderful friend, writer and the closest thing to a beta that I’ve got. I can’t think of anyone who has helped me more in scope of my writing than her, so thanks, TwistedHilarity! I hope you enjoy!
Boredom And Kittens
Aosh was bored. Bored with a capital B, bored as in nothing to do, bored as in he was horny, dammit, and this was a bad thing. He was Kyashin, and if you’ve never seen a bored cat-man thank your lucky stars because the stories the palace servants could tell you would curl your tail! This was Aosh’s predicament, and it was a Bad Thing. Half the palace stood in disarray, and he knew he was going to pay, but be damned if he cared. It was fun until you got caught, and he wasn’t sorry at all. After all being the second youngest of six brothers left you with a reputation to build. Ducking yet another one of the palace guards he snuck into the library, and spied his brother Zonta reading a book. A grin spread over his face as he realized he’d found his new play toy.
The book in his hands nearly went flying as Zonta found himself with a lapful of his twin. It took a cocked ear and a stern expression to get an explanation.
“Entertain me!” Aosh demanded.
“The book means I’m busy, Aosh, but Nolluz is in the East Wing.”
“Not anymore!” Was the cheerful reply, “It seems that a heruta managed to get in the same room.”
“You know he hates those things!”
“That might explain why our dear stick-up-the-ass brother was shrieking from the light fixture about it. I hadn’t realized that he could actually jump that high.” The grin was back.
Against his will Zonta was impressed, “Neither had I. What about Tisu?”
“Riding.”
“Kasan?”
“He barricaded his room again.”
“Jolan?”
“He and Ko are at it. Those two are in permanent heat, you can hear the moans and screeches in the hallways.”
“Fine, what about Leero?”
“The Captain of the Guard was the closest to the East Wing. He was getting the ladder for Nolluz.”
Zonta sighed, “What exactly did you have in mind then?”
“Well,” He hooked his arms around a delicate neck and nuzzled. “I’ve been feeling… itchy.”
“Itchy?” It was high pitched.
“You know,” Aosh fisted his hand in silky, auburn hair and rolled his hips lightly. “The kind of itch that you can never scratch by yourself?”
The youngest coughed a little, trying to clear his throat. “There are the palace whores.”
“Yes, but they wouldn’t have that personal touch.”
He sealed his mouth over parted lips, kissing Zonta into submission. Tongues dueled and wrangled as the younger surrendered with a whimper. Kisses came hard and fast, sticky and soft, everything to keep him off balance. He moaned helplessly as Aosh stroked his sensitive ears while running his claws through his hair. It felt so good.
They slid from the chair with a soft whump. The floor was cold, but the heat they were generating kept them from feeling it. He flipped Zonta with a move that would have made his military instructor proud and sealed his lips to the junction where neck meets shoulder. Raking his left hand down a supple back gently he began to scratch the spot directly above his tail.
Zonta was a boneless mass. His twin had found the spot he couldn’t resist. His head lay on the floor as his back arched with every stroke. A purr rumble free of his chest letting anyone who cared to hear know exactly how he felt.
“What palace whore could possibly match the feelings I get from my own sweet brother?” Aosh asked with a wicked smile.
He loosened the loincloth from slim hips and brought his fingers to that tempting hole. It was moist and inviting, having been stimulated by what the other hand was doing. Zonta was a rare breed. He was one of the “Natural Bottoms” of the Kyashin race. He had special glands that produced a natural lubrication making him highly prized in the mating race, but for the moment Aosh retained the first claim.
He slid one finger in the tempting pucker teasing the glands even further. The easy slide told him that his brother was even closer than he thought and quickly added another. There was a loud moan followed by louder purring telling him of the approval of the move. With both hands working together he leaned back and watched the beautiful ass fucking both of his hands in frantic motions. The third finger only made him louder and Aosh guided the lashing tail between his lips fascinated by the inhibition his brother showed.
He howled. Zonta lifted his head and actually howled his pleasure. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Working quickly he loosened his own cloth and fit his head to the hole. He was closer than he’d imagined, and he wanted to go slow.
It didn’t work that way.
Just as he worked the flared tip in Zonta reared back and threw him backwards. He never paused slamming his hips to Aosh’s and growling his need. It was fast and hard, making them both cry their pleasure to the ceiling. Aosh tried to reach for his brother, but had his hand slapped away. It wasn’t his show anymore.
“I need it harder!” He cried.
Aosh managed to move him forward on to his hands, and started to slam his hips up with every downward motion. It was intense and it wasn’t going to last very long. He could feel the heat boiling up from his balls as he spewed into that tight heat.
Zonta screamed his frustration as he wasn’t done yet. He was flipped again and the cries that came from his mouth were no longer describable as Aosh sucked him in to the hilt. It only required a minute of fierce suction and scraping a fang down the side of his dick before he erupted into his mouth.
Laying his head on his thigh Aosh looked up to the exhausted twin, “It’s not fair that I have a reputation.”
A breathless laugh escaped Zonta’s lips, “Why is that, brother mine?”
“I maybe loud and obnoxious, but you’re going to kill your mate with sex.”
“At least my mate will die happy. Hate to point this out, but you were right there with me so it looks like you’re in the same boat. Let’s just say they’ll both die happy.”
The sound of panting was the only thing heard for a few seconds as they tried to get their breath back.
“Yeah, they will.”
They both laughed, and Aosh found that he wasn’t quite so bored anymore.
The End
Boredom And Kittens
Aosh was bored. Bored with a capital B, bored as in nothing to do, bored as in he was horny, dammit, and this was a bad thing. He was Kyashin, and if you’ve never seen a bored cat-man thank your lucky stars because the stories the palace servants could tell you would curl your tail! This was Aosh’s predicament, and it was a Bad Thing. Half the palace stood in disarray, and he knew he was going to pay, but be damned if he cared. It was fun until you got caught, and he wasn’t sorry at all. After all being the second youngest of six brothers left you with a reputation to build. Ducking yet another one of the palace guards he snuck into the library, and spied his brother Zonta reading a book. A grin spread over his face as he realized he’d found his new play toy.
The book in his hands nearly went flying as Zonta found himself with a lapful of his twin. It took a cocked ear and a stern expression to get an explanation.
“Entertain me!” Aosh demanded.
“The book means I’m busy, Aosh, but Nolluz is in the East Wing.”
“Not anymore!” Was the cheerful reply, “It seems that a heruta managed to get in the same room.”
“You know he hates those things!”
“That might explain why our dear stick-up-the-ass brother was shrieking from the light fixture about it. I hadn’t realized that he could actually jump that high.” The grin was back.
Against his will Zonta was impressed, “Neither had I. What about Tisu?”
“Riding.”
“Kasan?”
“He barricaded his room again.”
“Jolan?”
“He and Ko are at it. Those two are in permanent heat, you can hear the moans and screeches in the hallways.”
“Fine, what about Leero?”
“The Captain of the Guard was the closest to the East Wing. He was getting the ladder for Nolluz.”
Zonta sighed, “What exactly did you have in mind then?”
“Well,” He hooked his arms around a delicate neck and nuzzled. “I’ve been feeling… itchy.”
“Itchy?” It was high pitched.
“You know,” Aosh fisted his hand in silky, auburn hair and rolled his hips lightly. “The kind of itch that you can never scratch by yourself?”
The youngest coughed a little, trying to clear his throat. “There are the palace whores.”
“Yes, but they wouldn’t have that personal touch.”
He sealed his mouth over parted lips, kissing Zonta into submission. Tongues dueled and wrangled as the younger surrendered with a whimper. Kisses came hard and fast, sticky and soft, everything to keep him off balance. He moaned helplessly as Aosh stroked his sensitive ears while running his claws through his hair. It felt so good.
They slid from the chair with a soft whump. The floor was cold, but the heat they were generating kept them from feeling it. He flipped Zonta with a move that would have made his military instructor proud and sealed his lips to the junction where neck meets shoulder. Raking his left hand down a supple back gently he began to scratch the spot directly above his tail.
Zonta was a boneless mass. His twin had found the spot he couldn’t resist. His head lay on the floor as his back arched with every stroke. A purr rumble free of his chest letting anyone who cared to hear know exactly how he felt.
“What palace whore could possibly match the feelings I get from my own sweet brother?” Aosh asked with a wicked smile.
He loosened the loincloth from slim hips and brought his fingers to that tempting hole. It was moist and inviting, having been stimulated by what the other hand was doing. Zonta was a rare breed. He was one of the “Natural Bottoms” of the Kyashin race. He had special glands that produced a natural lubrication making him highly prized in the mating race, but for the moment Aosh retained the first claim.
He slid one finger in the tempting pucker teasing the glands even further. The easy slide told him that his brother was even closer than he thought and quickly added another. There was a loud moan followed by louder purring telling him of the approval of the move. With both hands working together he leaned back and watched the beautiful ass fucking both of his hands in frantic motions. The third finger only made him louder and Aosh guided the lashing tail between his lips fascinated by the inhibition his brother showed.
He howled. Zonta lifted his head and actually howled his pleasure. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Working quickly he loosened his own cloth and fit his head to the hole. He was closer than he’d imagined, and he wanted to go slow.
It didn’t work that way.
Just as he worked the flared tip in Zonta reared back and threw him backwards. He never paused slamming his hips to Aosh’s and growling his need. It was fast and hard, making them both cry their pleasure to the ceiling. Aosh tried to reach for his brother, but had his hand slapped away. It wasn’t his show anymore.
“I need it harder!” He cried.
Aosh managed to move him forward on to his hands, and started to slam his hips up with every downward motion. It was intense and it wasn’t going to last very long. He could feel the heat boiling up from his balls as he spewed into that tight heat.
Zonta screamed his frustration as he wasn’t done yet. He was flipped again and the cries that came from his mouth were no longer describable as Aosh sucked him in to the hilt. It only required a minute of fierce suction and scraping a fang down the side of his dick before he erupted into his mouth.
Laying his head on his thigh Aosh looked up to the exhausted twin, “It’s not fair that I have a reputation.”
A breathless laugh escaped Zonta’s lips, “Why is that, brother mine?”
“I maybe loud and obnoxious, but you’re going to kill your mate with sex.”
“At least my mate will die happy. Hate to point this out, but you were right there with me so it looks like you’re in the same boat. Let’s just say they’ll both die happy.”
The sound of panting was the only thing heard for a few seconds as they tried to get their breath back.
“Yeah, they will.”
They both laughed, and Aosh found that he wasn’t quite so bored anymore.
The End