Kissing Kitties

Banner by Ysar

A tale of two cats and their humans.

Warning for graphic lemons and language.
Mature audiences only.




“You have no idea how hot you look, naked in the middle of my sound equipment.” His voice was low and measured.

“I think you need to get your eyes checked.”

He shook his head slowly, eyes studiously devouring me like he might be tested on the details later. “I want to fuck you to death metal.”

“Death metal?” I nearly choked. That was not what I was expecting him to say at all.  

He nodded this time. “Ride you to something classical,” he said intently. “I want to watch you suck my dick while the speakers pound out something hard and fast, and I want to taste your cum to something slow and soft.” His voice trailed off, the last word caught forever on his tongue before he let it fall off the end, a double tuck from a high dive, barely a splash when it hit the pool. Between my legs. This guy was planning out the soundtrack to our imaginary fucking and I wanted to sign on to every single one of those tracks.

“Well, which one is it?” I asked and he leaned toward me, pausing just inches away to press a button somewhere behind my head. The room flooded with wailing guitars and lyrics screamed through song-torn throats. Loud and rough and ragged.

Death metal it is then.






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