Random Oneshots Pt. 2 | [Requests Open!]

Cat King x Edwin: {Deal's a Deal} [M]

From a recently made show that my friend got me obsessed with because of a BL ad.. Dead Boy Detectives (PLEASE, SEASON TWO)

As I've researched, Cat King's name is Thomas, also, Edwin's not underage. Just so we all know. I mean, he's like 120 years old anyway

POV: 3rd Person

  "So.. what should your punishment be?" He pops his b's as he circles around the ghost with a rather sadistic smile, there's something about it that makes a shiver run down Edwin's spine. The cat languidly circles him as if he was his prey. Edwin's head turns as he follows the feline's movements.

  When he reaches out to run a hand on Edwin's shoulder, he turns away, leaving the man to huff with a bored roll of his eyes, though deep in them, there was still interest. Intrigued. He's chuckling as he makes his way to the beginning of the mattress to which has no board, pointing at Edwin once he asked where his best friend was. "Do you two have some special type of relationship?"

  "If you must know, he is my best friend."

  It's merely pushed aside with a small comment from the King. "Well, my Kingdom is a safe space, it's all about want and pleasure." He's crossing his arms and pulling his tongue over his fangs with a Cheshire smile, once the man questions how he could possibly make the cat happy. "I'm sure we can figure something out. You fascinate me." He says airily, eyes gleaming with want towards the ghost who seemed to now fiddle with his gloves.

  There are purple flames that circle him, stripping him of his clothes and pulling around him a fur bathrobe, shorts that are shoved perfectly at his hips. There's an intake of breath from the male. He approaches him, swinging at his robe's fastener, circle and circle. He pulls closer to Edwin, who stills and freezes up, and gasping as his right wrist is locked in with a golden bracelet.

  "Can't leave, not in a car, boat, train, and especially mirrors - you little ghosts are so~ tricky." He falls back into his mattress, which feels nicer than it looks. Thomas is smiling up at the man, who just glares at him as if he was the one to offend him first. But all the cat could think of at the moment, was at how pretty he looked. At the look that the King gives, Edwin steps back, and it makes him pout, just a little.

  "Fine then. If you can count all the cats within Port Townsend, you're free to go." He's lazily rolling around within his bed, feeling the blankets that were just starting to warm up, and was ready to inviting another.

  "Count all the cats in Port Town?.." Edwin gives him a look of despair, but before the man could say anymore, the feline has had enough. He was hoping he could bed the ghost, who seemed painstakingly handsome, but nope. If he wasn't so nice, he would've. But he's consensual, and he's not a lowlife.

  If Edwin shall come back - which he does hope so - Thomas would be waiting.

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  When Edwin shows up with a frown on his face, hands stuffed within the pockets of his jacket, to which he never really does, it was an understatement to say that Thomas was excited. He had felt things for Edwin lately. What had started with pure lust had grown into more, and he had started to care about the man.

  Really, Thomas would've been fine and pined forever if the ghost didn't show up, but that was fine with him, too. "What is it that you have to tell me?" The feline already knows, but he teases with a wink, wanting to drag it out and see Edwin's embarrassed, flushed red face as he tells him.

  "You know what I am here for." He breathes out a large sigh, and it makes him want to coo.

  "Hm... but do I?" He kisses at Edwin's neck when the man nods as his face got closer, hands on his waist and pulling him close. He could feel the ghosts' light, windy breaths as he breathes against his hair. He's having them back into the King's bed chambers within the warehouse, and it's cozy when they're on the bed with his majesty between the ghosts' legs.

  There are purple flames, and they're both sort of stripped, with the man's long overcoats to the side in a neat pile with his dress shirt and pants still on because Thomas doesn't want to scare him away. Edwin's manicured nails are digging into his skin, clawing at them. "Careful, dear. You scratch even harder than me." He winks and Edwin physically shivers.

  He knows the ghost is keeping it all in, trying not to let his moans escape, but alas, no one could truly resist him. There's a suck of a breath, then a deeper cut into his shoulder blades as a helpless moan passes the ghost's lips. "Mnh-"

  "Already bothered by my kisses, hm?" He kitten licks at the man's collarbone, slowly but surely unbuttoning each one, eyes kept on the man to see if he reacts any differently. Trying to note out wants and things that might have Edwin push him away. After all, he was Edwin to enjoy it, too. "Tell me if it's all too much, honey."

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  When he thrusts in, nesting himself deep inside the male, he's already shivering at the feel. Walls tight as they make love, tensing up as he tries soothing him. The King doesn't move until he feels Edwin steady out his breathing and fully relaxes. "Hurts-" Edwin could barely choke out with his tears, to which his majesty kisses away.

  "I know, honey. Tell me if it's too much, okay?" His spikes are larger in his human form, probing at Edwin's walls, and he knows it's scraping the man from the inside. With legs over his shoulders and finally feeling the male loosen up, he pulls out and slowly rocks back in, earning a low drawl of a moan.

  Edwin's breathing quickens, chest rising up and down and taking him all in. "So good for me." He kisses at his chest that has been now littered with bite marks and scent marks that only the felines could smell. Edwin, at first, had minded them, then brushed them off once he had reasoned that they wouldn't be seen by his friend unless they do more than just sit at a desk solving cases.

  The pace is easily quickened once Edwin permits him, and the mattress shakes under them. The dress shirt's still on, unbuttoned but on, and it makes him look so pretty that it makes Thomas wish he could take in more of it than just like this.

  "Oh!-" A yelp escapes, and there's something that just tells him to push in that one direction. Their bodies and pushed together, and Thomas is completely sure that the man's nails are drawing blood on his back.

  He doesn't give it too much attention, as all he could feel was the surrounding warmth.

  He's purring into Edwin when the man passes out into his arms once he does come. Nestling his seed within the man who he knows isn't able to conceive any of his kittens. "A deal's a deal." The bracelets come off Edwin, but the ghost isn't able to move, beyond exhaustion.

  The feline doesn't bother him about it, relishing in their last moments together before he's waking up to the ghost being gone from his bed.

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Author's note: I DON'T CARE WHAT ANYONE SAYS. I'm okay with Edwin x Thomas or Edwin x Charles, but we can't have Charles x Crystal.