Play Time

This is a random side-story-ish thing to a main story a friend and I work on. Zeraku belongs to me while Cainen belongs to her.

My apologies for first person. I've been sitting on this for a few months (more like a year), and just got bored enough and actually finished it. (Yes, it takes me that long to write something.) I may or may not continue it. Anyways, hope you enjoy. It has not been looked at by other or hell, even looked over my myself.


“All work and no play makes for a dull day.”

‘Papers…everywhere. Must get away!!!’ And get away is what I did. I ran to the only place I knew I’d be safe. Even if it was the first place they’d look, they’ve never actually looked at this certain spot. All I can say is I’m glad he got the desk that went all the way to the floor; I’d hate for them to see me under here. Not only would it mean going back to all that paper work, but he’d be mad at me too. I can’t have that.

There’s only one downside to hiding under here; there’s not really anything to do. Sure, Cainen gives me pens to draw with, and I get to trace my carvings in some more, but you can only do that for so long before you need a new activity. At least I remembered to bring a pad of paper today. Didn’t feel like getting scrubbed down again by her; of course, if she actually enjoys torturing me like that, I’ll never know. Or more exactly, I’d rather not know. But even though I managed to avoid that situation, the boredom was not deterred. What could I possible do at this point?

With a sigh, I lean back and doodle on the last pages of my note pad. It wasn’t long until I heard the door open forcefully and the sound of my secretary’s voice echoing in the room. I’d have sighed if I knew she wouldn’t have heard me, but she can have rather sharp hearing at times, mainly when it can lead to me getting punished in some way. It was a bit scary. Yet again she and Cainen exchanged the whole “where is Zeraku?” conversation until she stormed out shutting the door behind her. There was no way I was going to show myself anytime soon. She sounded like she was in a worse mood than normal. She didn’t smell like it was time for her heat cycle, but then again, I’d rather not know about that either. Now that that had finally happened, she won’t be back again today. Still, there’s nothing to do, and every time I ask Cainen, he tells me to go do my work or kicks me. Sighing again, I lean back and decide to take a nap. Maybe something will come up by then.

By the time I woke up, I could see the dimming light from the windows. ‘It must be close to sunset by now.’ Joy. Not only did I sleep most of the day away, but now I’m even antsier than before. I try to shift a bit to ease the aches in my body, but there isn’t much room. Finally giving up in a slightly more comfortable position, I stare at the light on the floor, slowly watching it move across the floor.

The sound of breathing and pen on paper are the only sounds to be heard. ‘He’s been at it all day again today. Doesn’t he ever take a break?’ I don’t even see why I bother asking myself that all the time when I know the answer already. All work and no play. It’s such a waste of a day; it was a really pretty outside too. With yet another sigh today, I close my eyes and just listen to him scribble away. That is, until a grand idea hits me. Sure, it fails a lot, but sometimes it works. But I mean, what do I have to lose? With a grin, I turn my head to the legs next to me. ‘Play time has just begun.’

Leaning towards Cainen, I start to nuzzle his knee, and as usual, he ignores me. Of course, I’m not going to stop there. Slowly I let my hands rub along the outsides of his thighs, yet I still don’t get a reaction. I continue to let my hands wander up wishing the fabric wasn’t in the way, but I’ll have to work to get that far. Good things come to those who wait, right?
I keep going, rubbing up and down, slowly making my way inward. I don’t expect to get a reaction yet, but I won’t stop till I get something. Finally, I decide to move my play area farther north, letting my finger tips brush against my lover’s clothed groin. ‘Damn. Still nothing.’ But I’ve just started and am far from finished. Continuing forward, I let one of my hands start to massage his groin while my other took to rubbing across his lower abdomen along the top of his pants. Not completely satisfied, I use my knee and elbow to move his legs farther apart since it seems he still refuses to acknowledge my presence none the less my administrations.

Surprisingly, he lets me move his legs, and I haven’t been kicked yet. Of course, that would be acknowledging my presence, so it’s not something I can get too happy about. My scowl only lasts a moment before I grin and get back to work.

Tired of the fabric in the way, I unbutton his pants and let my hand trail down the zipper teasingly. I lean in next and can already feel the heat radiating from my mate. Unable to resist, I nuzzle his clothed groin, enjoying the scent and hoping the barrier separating me from what I want would just disappear. It’s not long before I have metal between my teeth, slowly drawing it down. I couldn’t suppress a groan once the scent, his scent, assaults my nostrils. It’s not often he forgoes undergarments, but it makes me extremely happy to see that today is one of those days.

Pushing the flaps of cloth out of the way, my cock twitches at the sight. He’s only half hard yet it’s still beautiful and thick, and the shadows of the setting sun failed to conceal it from me. Unconsciously I lick my lips, the sight making my throat go dry yet making me salivate all at once. Only Cainen. I begin nuzzling again, unable to get enough of his wondrous scent, so musky and intoxicating. As his cock twitches, I place a light kiss as an answer back. It’s like soft velvet over steel on my lips. Again I let my lips touch it, then again. I work my way towards the tip. Finally, I pull back and lick my lips. Delicious. He’s fully erect now; the head starting to secrete its juices. If his skin alone tastes so good, that must be divine.

Once my tongue made contact, flavor exploded over my taste-buds drawing a groan of ecstasy from me. Slowly at first but continuously I lap at the head unable to get enough. Hoping for more, I let my lips circle around the head and suck, never ceasing to lap at the head. Oh no, never. Still, it’s not enough. More, I take in more and continue my ministrations. My hands started to itch sitting idle on Cainen’s thighs. I put them to work, fondling full heavy sacks, loving the weight. I just can’t get enough of Cainen, his taste, smell, texture; I moan as my senses are flooded.

Suddenly there are fingers running through my hair, stroking red and black strands and pulling another moan from me. Mustering up my senses as much as I could, I pull back briefly and look up. I’m greeted by beautiful golden eyes filled with lust, staring at me heatedly. His fingers tighten in my hair as he urges me back to the matter at hand which I happily oblige. I keep my crimson gaze locked with his golden as I go down on him. I give long deep sucks all the while my tongue caressing his velvety shaft. As it brushes the back of my throat, my eyes flutter close. Again and again I repeat the motion till I’m buried into soft gray curls. I moan in contentment, the vibrations drawing a shaky breath from my mate. As his grip tightens, I speed up my movements, humming randomly, moaning as he tightens more.

Cainen’s cock twitches and I know he’s close. I pick up my pace and suck more urgently. It’s not long till he groans out his release, his cum flowing down my throat which I eagerly drink down. I give his flaccid shaft a few last licks making sure I missed nothing before locking eyes with him again. His fingers begin running through my hair again; the look in his eyes and the smirk on his lips a promise of more to come. I lick my lips and smirk as well, more than ready for more now that I have his full and undivided attention.

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Hope it wasn't too horrible. Comment please to let me know if you like it/hated it and why.