Love with a Neko

He cares for his kitten

Oh God. What in the hell is happening right now? Kiyoto knew that question was a lie. He knew exactly what was going on, he just didn't know what to do next... This innocent little kitten had gotten bullied, so he'd done the obvious thing and taken the kitten home with him - for caring reasons. And up until now Kiyoto had done a perfect job of being the caring host, never breaking his role or giving in to his more predatory desires. Well, at least he had until the boy had announced that he wasn't wearing any underwear. 

But really, what is a guy supposed to do when the person he loves comes down the stairs saying something like that? Looking completely vulnerable. Wearing a shirt a million times too large. A shirt that the boy is borrowing from him. And in Kiyoto's defense, he wasn't lying about his parent's having a code on the house thermostat...so what if Kiyoto could've easily sent his parent's a message and gotten the answer within minutes? The point was that there was a code to the thermostat and there really was no fireplace wood in the house. Therefore it was perfectly alright that Kiyoto offered up the couch to the shivering boy. And it certainly wasn't Kiyoto's fault that the blankets probably weren't doing a good enough job of keeping his precious friend warm. In fact, Kiyoto was being a perfectly caring host by offering his own warmth to the boy. It should count for something that he managed not to pounce him the entire time his bare ass sat on his leg. 

In fact, Kiyoto had been a good enough host to show the boy what had been his own favorite movie as a child... But who was Kiyoto kidding? He hadn't shown the boy the movie only to be a gentleman. He had wanted to show the boy a precious bit of his past, open up to him and reveal parts of himself he seldom showed the outside world. But Kiyoto never expected that the boy would tell him so much in return... Kiyoto had always assumed that the boy's past hadn't been pleasant, but to think that even his own mother abandoned him? Just the thought of someone leaving Shion in such a cold manner made Kiyoto's blood boil with unchecked rage. It didn't matter what kind of relationship she had with the boy, Kiyoto decided that if he ever saw that woman he would make sure that she knew just how badly she had hurt the boy he loved. He swore that he wouldn't get violent, but he knew deep in his gut that he would never be able to forgive her. 

A small grunt came from the small form currently resting on Kiyoto's lap. He looked down, evil thoughts billowing away into nothingness as he took in the sight before him. Shion was so soft and warm curled up sleeping. Kiyoto stroked the boy's fluffy ears, simultaneously running a finger down his spine and softly smiled as the boy purred and leaned into the touch, the most adorable look of content coming across his resting features. Kiyoto just couldn't help it; seeing him like this made it impossible to will his erection away. Thankfully the boy was fully unconscious, so he never noticed the bulge he had made appear. Kiyoto sighed, lovingly caressing the boy's lips with a single thumb. The boy opened his mouth ever so slightly, coming to welcome Kiyoto's finger again. Kiyoto drew a sharp breath of surprise and quickly pulled his thumb away, knowing that he wouldn't be able to stop himself this time. Earlier that night Shion had willingly taken Kiyoto's fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking with uncanny skill to clean any residue chocolate off of them. As the boy had gotten sleepier Kiyoto had made the mistake of adding two or three fingers at a time to his mouth, not properly anticipating the near shattering effect it had on his self control. 

But now there Kiyoto sat, hopelessly at loss for what to do now. But again, Kiyoto was lying to himself. Because he had decided on exactly what he was going to do. Earlier that night Shion had pretty much (somewhat) admitted his love for him. Well, okay he really didn't outright say it, but Kiyoto figured it was enough permission for what he was about to do next. Besides, he had been good all that night and the task of restraining himself had taken more energy out of him than he particularly cared to admit. With a tired sigh, Kiyoto carefully slid both arms underneath Shion's limp form and lifted him into his arms. Standing up, Kiyoto carried the boy out of the living room, taking him up the steps and onto the second floor. The boy's head lolled against Kiyoto's muscled chest, sleepily nuzzling into him. Outside the door to his room, Kiyoto had to pause a moment to take a few deep breaths and get himself back under relative control.