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Master

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Josh sat on his bum on the floor in the living room as he watched Tyler walk back and forth. The man was pacing, speaking to himself, Josh would be worried, but really Tyler has nothing to worry about. He just sat there, licking the back of his hand as his tail waved back and forth slowly.

Tyler's family was visiting. Josh really doesn't know what the problem could be. It would have been maybe the fact that Josh was a Neko, that he wasn't human and was more than just some dude crashing at his place. But no. Tyler's family knows that Josh is a Neko, Tyler's family knows that Josh and Tyler are in an intimate relationship.

Josh let out a huff, leaning on his hand as the man looked at the couch once again, then let out a sound that could replicate a whine. Tyler and Josh are active in their relationship, and one night, Tyler chose to take care of Josh's needy problems on the couch. And he wasn't soft and loving. It was rough, it was sweat and slapping and kisses that were so slobbery.

Josh's fangs couldn't stop catching on to Tyler's bottom lip making him bleed, his claws had dug too deep into his skin. In the middle, Tyler chose to flip Josh over, and all those things were then done to the couch. The stuffing was coming up from rips, there were stains from when their cum had drizzled and they were too lazy at the time to get up from the couch.

Tyler wants to blame Josh for not manicuring his nails like he said he would, but it was his fault. He loved every second of it, he's always wanted to bend Josh over the couch, he wanted to know how the Neko would react to being pounded. One hand on his waist while the other held his tail up. Josh's tail was sensitive, even the slightest touch was almost the same amount of pleasure from Tyler hitting his prostate when he was in the mood.

Josh sighed again, but louder, "How about we just move it, Tyty." Josh stood up on his feet. "Or we can get a blanket, cover the whole couch, or you can leave now, go to the store and get a sewing kit so we can stitch it up. But the stain will still be there."

"Gah! Fuck!" Tyler looked at the couch and instantly looked away. "Dude you know how my parents are. They'll probably shun me for not marrying your ass before doing anything with you. Those strict fucks, probably going to talk about everything that is wrong with how we are living. Did we get all the dishes?"

Josh raised his eyebrows, "So I'm dude now?" The Neko stood up on his bare feet, walking over to Tyler and pushing him. The older man didn't see it coming so he lost balance and fell onto the couch. Josh instantly climbed into his lap. "I am not your dude, Tyler. You won't call me dude."

"S-Sorry."

Josh squinted his eyes, he looked at Tyler, lifting a finger and tracing it down his jaw. "What's got my master so stressed," his voice remaining smooth and easy. "What is the real reason? Was what happened two nights ago, not enough to please my master." Josh spread his legs just a bit more, moving closer so they were stomach to stomach, chest to chest.

Tyler let out a grunt, as Josh's now shortened claws had scratched against his scalp, messing up the usual fluff of his hair. His eyes instantly hooded at the new-found pleasure that he was not expecting at all. Josh smiled, his canines sharp and in Tyler's eyes shot.

"My master's so pretty, and delicious," Josh let his tongue run up Tyler's neck. A soft 'ah' wisped from TYler's lips, his eyes nearly closing all the way. "So good to me, so perfect. Too good to be true, my master and only mine. Right?" Josh tightened his hand in Tyler's hair and Tyler's eyes shocked open.

Tyler's hand wrapped around Josh's neck, tight, making Josh whine a bit yet grind his hips against the bulge in Tyler's pants. "Please master, harder," Josh whines more, his hips twisting and feel as the bulge rubbed between the crack of his butt, and run lightly against his hole.