My kids are Safe Right?

My love~

Consuelo Pov

A dusted cat bends over a car reaching over the engine with a wrench in hand. I watch from the door as clinks and clanks create a melody of machinery. “How's the kiddos doing?” Startled, the cat jumped, hitting his tiny head on the car's hood. “Holy Chyros! You scared me, Consuelo!” His breath fights his words as he informs me of my disruption. I wait silently for the answer I seek. He takes a moment to smooth his fluffed dirty, oil-covered tail. “ They’re fine, like always.”
The look in his eyes said something else was afoot. He turns to continue working on the car not looking to see if I left. He must’ve gotten used to me leaving without a word after I checked in. This time I won't leave. I tug him by his shoulder to face me, “What's wrong with my kids?” The fear in his eyes, the flick of his tail, and the way his ears fell back at my command gave me a feeling of control over the situation.
“C-Consuelo, they’re fine. Astrea checked in with me yesterday. They’re alive.” his hat falls off because of his shaking, I watch it hit the ground before grabbing the collar of his dirty dress shirt. “I know they're alive, Danaka wouldn't allow them to die without killing the world first, but I need to know if something has gone wrong.” I pin him against the car, his bright eyes contrast with the emotion they give off. The brightness and beauty distract me from the dirty ragged, scared cat that’s frozen at my fingertips. “ Ok, I’ll tell you… just let me clean up first. It’s a lot to discuss. “
I’m no hybrid, but at this moment my eyes were those of a hawk. Every move of his was seen by me, and processed by me. I watch every inch of his body. I saw the way his body was tense under my gaze, the way his clothes snagged his body perfectly showing his curves, his fluffy dirt rag of a tail sweeping across the floor, the way his delicate hands moved, and his curved hips swung side to side slowly because of anxiousness. I was tempted to reach out to the painting, feel the details, inspect the material of the canvas, and smell the way the oil paints seeped into my skin. I wanted to capture the art and show how beautiful it was. I want to make it feel lov- “Consuelo?” The painting stood in front of me shaking, I gave a simple look to the cat. “ Consuelo, I’ve been done for a couple of minutes.” I rise with shame and follow the man up the stairs at the back of the workshop.
The room has four giant windows, oak wood shelves lined with books, fluffy carpet with a sofa looming over it, a TV set in front of it, a table dividing them, and most importantly, a comfy twin-sized bed between two of the middle windows. Gorgeous room that matches him. “ Okay.” I didn't realize Stuart left to wash his hands, “ So here's what happened…”
A couple of hours pass by of us talking. We weren't even discussing the subject we started discussing when it hit midnight. I glanced into the darkness outside of the window and it glanced back. “ are you walking home?” Stuart catches my look towards the windows. I didn't even notice how close we’ve gotten. I had my arm on the sofa cushions behind him and he sat crisscrossed beside me. “I'm not sure. I can’t just go call danaka to pick me up.” His ears perk up. “ You could just spend the night here! It’s not like you have a job to go to tomorrow!” My frown grows as my eyes narrow, “that low.” He laughs in return, “You're a villain. You don't need a job.” I don’t laugh. I never laugh. I huff in response because a huff is all we know.
I thought he was reaching for blankets but instead, he grabbed a towel before disappearing into the bathroom. “ Where am I going to sleep!” I wasn't sure if he could hear me until he responded, “ In my bed!” A muffled voice called out. I wasn't sure how to react. I warm feeling rose in my stomach that I never felt before. It was a foreign, welcoming, and unwelcoming feeling. I tried my best to put it off but it crawled up my throat.
I dragged myself to the bed being engulfed in blankets and suffocated in the smell of a certain man. I wasn't going to sleep in my dirty clothes so the next best thing was to strip down my boxers. His clothes wouldn’t fit me if I tried. My head sunk into the foam and I curled into a ball saving room for the cat.
Hybrids confuse me sometimes. It’s like some of them don't know how powerful they are. The only one that I know who knows they can kill someone whenever they want to is Danaka. She’s the opposite of little Stuart. She’s a mini-me. She is exactly like me, but more powerful. It’s good Stuart isn’t like us. He brightened my day today. Usually, only fire can do that when I’m burning government documents.
Stuart prances out of the bathroom with only his boxers on and leaps into his bed. The opposite of me and danaka, he doesn't care if he takes the bed up. His hand falls on my face as little snores escape his gaping mouth. All I could think about was him. His oil scent paints a picture. The same picture from the garage. I want to touch it. I keep my hands in check. This will be a long night because I don't sleep during the night. I have work things to do during the night making sleep unimportant till the sun goes up.
I hear a slight noise.
I rethink what I heard before another appears.
This time it’s louder.
“Hmph~”
My eyes widened a bit at what was coming out of the sleeping cat's mouth.
“Fuuuuckkk~ consuelo…~” My name? Interesting. I smirk as his once stretched-out body curls into itself in pleasure. Wow… he's thinking of me in a not-so-innocent way. “Ah~!” This will be a very long night.
A pain in my arm took me back to reality. Stuart gripped my arm holding me close as lewd sounds dripped from his precious mouth. I want to ruin this painting, but not like this. “FUCK!~” He muffled a moan with his hands as he shot up in the bed, his eyes widened. “Sorry to startle you, but it seems you were having a very… interesting dream, Stuart~” He still covered his mouth, eyes wide he turned to me slowly. His once shaky hands are now steady as they reach for me. My hands are the paint brushes coming in contact with the canvas. I pull him in and our lips meet as his hands creep around my neck and mine to his hips. He scooches into my lap as I feel him up and down. His body feels so good, that I use my tongue to ask for permission before slipping it into his mouth licking all the crevices and feeling every detail I can. With my hands I outline his body, finding a place right above his hips where they fit like a glove.
Once his mouth has been claimed by my tongue I move to his jawline leaving bite marks and I move my right hand to one of his ears and start to scratch them. “Oh fuck…~” I leave a trail of hickeys down to his inner thighs. “ May I?” I look up for permission and to the best of his abilities he conjures up a sentence, ‘Please~ consuelo~! I-i need~ you..~” With a huff I rip his boxers off. Now having jumped that hurdle the next one comes immediately, “ Uhh, do you have any lube?” He shakes his cute little head no. “ Well then…” I lift my fingers to his mouth, “ Be a good boy and suck.” He's quick to obey and starts drooling over my three fingers. His tongue laps over them repeatedly getting them nice and wet. I pull them out with a sickening pop and brush them against his precious tiny hole. I look up for insurance to make sure I can do this. Without a word, he grabs all three of my fingers and shoves them in. “Ah~!”  I start pumping immediately not giving him time to adjust. I listen to the melody of his moans, the music whispers, yells, and screams in my ear, and I can’t wait for more. I pull them out and a look of disappointment flashes before I flip him on his stomach ass up and replace my fingers with something a lot bigger. “ Will that fit?” He looks back in fear his tail flicking wildly. “ It’ll be fine, may I?” He leans back causing the tip to go in. With a nod of his head, I thrust into him. The wholesome work of art is ruined. The work is ripped in half and being bent and fucked over. It’s now a wonderful masterpiece as long as it’s under me like this, or next time he could ride it. Either way, he's beautiful.”Oh Fuck~! Ah~AH~!” I pin him down by his throat and fuck him senseless. “ What was that? You little whore, all moaning over my cock?” I don’t even know what I was thinking, that could’ve to hard, “Keep~ NGH~! Talking like that~ PlEASE!” I huff again. “So the bitch likes being degraded? Of course, you would. Look at you.” I kept going and going pounding into him till I couldn’t speak anymore.
“I-im g-gonna cum~!” I couldn't breathe anymore, surprised at how many words of warning could get out at this heated moment. The moaning pornographic mess of a man in front of me even more surprisingly responded, “ INSIDE~!AGH~! ME~!” sometimes I listen well. With one final sloppy thrust, I push as deep as I can into the mess of art in front of me. “Agh…~” I stay put letting my seed fill him up.
Once finished I leave to start a bath coming back to retrieve him. Gently I placed him in the warm bath scrubbing him to make sure he was clean and taken care of. I treat him like a queen and clean the sheets as he rests in the tub. I pick my love out of the tub and back into the now clean sheets. He falls asleep instantly after coming in contact with the white sheets. I move his hair out of his forehead and kiss it. “ Till next time.” I smile and throw the continents of the duffle bag on and leave the building into the shortened night.

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