𝗠𝘆 𝗙𝗲𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝗞𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 😼

Ch 7: Cat & Dog

Krit moaned slowly as Mumu grind on his lower abdomen. He kept grinding in a slow, circular motion while leaving a trail of bite marks on Krit's toned body, from his abs to the neck.

Krit grabbed the back of Mumu's hair and smashed their lips together. Their hands roaming over each other's bodies. Krit slides his tongue into Mumu's mouth, twirling and tangling with theirs. Their mouths move in unison, the kiss growing more and more messy as Krit lose himself in the moment.

But suddenly Krit feel a sharp pain around his lower waist abruptly woke him from his sleep.

He opened his eyes with a gasp, only to realize that Mumu was clinging onto him with surprising strength, with an unyielding grip.

Fuck! I just saw a wet dream about a CAT?! I must be going crazy.

This realization was followed by another more embarrassing discovery. Krit's morning wood was being involuntarily accentuated by Mumu's tight grip, adding to his discomfort and confusion.

As Krit observed Mumu starting to stir awake because Krit was moving too much, he knew he had to act quickly to prevent an embarrassing situation. Thinking on his feet, he swiftly kicked Mumu off the bed, sending him tumbling onto the floor with a soft thud.

"Oof!" Mumu let out a mild grunt of surprise, now wide awake and on the floor, looking up at Krit with a puzzled expression.

"Morning, you clingy little demon," Krit muttered, sitting up in bed and trying to discreetly hide his embarrassing situation, forcing a yawn and stretching his arms. "You're up early, huh?"

Mumu now fully awake and sitting on the floor, looked at Krit with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. Despite his silence, the expression on his face seemed to convey a silent question 'what-on-earth-had-just-happened?'

But Krit, not wanting to reveal the embarrassing truth, simply continued to feign nonchalance, stretching again and pretending to be oblivious to the morning discomfort. With a quick and calculated movement, Krit took advantage of Mumu's momentary distraction and swiftly made his way towards the washroom. He rushed in, closing the door behind him, leaving behind a baffled Mumu on the bedroom floor.

Once inside, he let out a sigh, finally having a moment of privacy to compose himself. He leaned against the door, his heart still racing from the awkward encounter. Krit took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart.

He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, wincing at the sight of the obvious bulge in his pajamas. "Bloody hell," he muttered, feeling both embarrassed and frustrated.

Days had passed since Mumu started living with Krit, and despite their frequent arguments and constant bickering it seemed that they had somehow come to a tentative understanding of each other. They shared the same living space, and although they often fought like a cat and dog, there seemed to be a strange sort of unspoken agreement between them.

Krit still get frustrated by Mumu's constant chaos and mischief. But somehow found a sense of reluctant companionship in the cat-boy's presence.

After spending what felt like an eternity under the cold shower, Krit finally stepped out, feeling a bit more composed and refreshed.

He wrapped a towel around his waist, hiding the remnants of his earlier morning dilemma from view. As he reached his cupboard to get a clean t-shirt, he became puzzled by the sight of one of his shirts already on his bed. It was a familiar sight, as Mumu often wore his clothes as makeshift pajamas.

He let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head. But as he picked up the t-shirt, he realized that not only was it on his bed, but it was also torn in several places. The damage seemed intentional and deliberate, perhaps a form of retaliation from Mumu.