☆~Krimson~☆

"Mmm...so sleepy, nya." Timothy yawned and stretched back, his little fangs poking from between his lips. "Maybe it's time for a cat nap."

You watched as the bottom of his shirt rode up, revealing his smooth skin. He was acting as if he hadn't just convulsed on the floor like he was dying, as if this was normal.

"Timothy?" You whispered.

"Hmm?" He hummed. His eyes peeked open to find yours, watching him curiously. He had never acted so open before, usually so stuck on the time and punctuation. "What, this? Does it upset you, master?"

You swallowed thickly as he took a step forward and his feline eyes found yours. "Master? T-That's new."

Timothy nodded as if it was obvious. "You own the clock, don't you? That makes you Timmy's owner, nya..." You felt something slim slide up your side and you glanced down to see his tail, curled and soft against you. "You don't like it when Timmy calls you 'master'?"

"It's..." You let a hand drift toward his face. It hovered, hesitant, until he pressed forward. His cheek was cupped perfectly in your hand, as if he were made for this. "It's cute."

"Mm...Master thinks Timmy is cute?" He smiled and his tail wrapped around the back of your waist. "Timmy likes that." His words were breathy and quiet as your hand slid to hold his chin.

You were quiet now. Processing. Thinking. Watching. A faint noise met your ears. You almost thought it was your dryer or washer acting up, but you could tell it was coming from him. Was he...purring? You grinned and the man let the weight of his head drop fully onto your hand.

"I like it too." You whispered.

You took slow steps forward, backing him up until he hit the wall with a squeak. "Oh, master."

"Oh, kitty-cat." You leaned forward, stopping just inches from him. He was shivering. One of his hands slowly slid onto your free one, letting you wrap around him. He was warm. So, so warm. "Aren't you sweet?" You hummed and he nodded into your hand.

"Timmy can be sweet for m-master." His voice wavered as you neared, your breath warm on his skin. "Timmy can be so, so sweet, nya."

"Yeah?" You murmured, careful to keep your lips from touching his. "Would you be sweet for me?"

He nodded eagerly, as much as he didn't want to. He wanted to keep the chase going. Make you frustrated before he would give you anything.

The poor kitty just couldn't stand it anymore.

Timmy pressed his lips to yours before you could react, your hand slipping from his chin. A gasp of surprise escaped you and he swallowed it with a sigh. You grinned against his lips, letting him peck and nip at you as his hand kneaded into your back. Your hand slipped easily into his hair, soft and silky, stopping when it collected a handful at the roots. He mewled at the hold you had on him, tail slapping back and forth against you.

"Is this okay, Timmy?" You asked quietly as you finally pulled away. His head followed you, trying to connect your lips once more. He nodded his head and you tsked. "Use your words, kitty."

Something close to a whimper escaped the man's mouth. His eyes were wide and his pupils blown as he stared up at you. "It's more than okay. I-I need this." His feline pupils, that were normally so thin and attentive, were thick and hazy. Timmy looked almost pathetic as he let himself be trapped against the wall. Your eyes ran slowly over the sight of him, pulling completely out of his reach. "I need you."

"Oh, you poor thing." You whispered. You continued backing away until your back met the countertop. You smiled slyly at the man as you slid up, your legs dangling from the marble. "How bad do you need me?"

Timmy was leaned heavily on the wall. It was the only thing holding him up, his legs feeling weak from how you had held him. "I can't even put into words how bad I need you." He finally found his footing, sliding off from the wall. "I've wanted you ever since you saw me on that shelf and chose me." He neared you, his hips and tail swaying with each painfully slow step. "Every morning, I wake you right on time. I get to watch you enjoy your mornings and leave for work right on time." His body dropped dramatically and his upper body laid across your lap.

"You watch me every morning?" Your smile was teasing and he whined against your plush thighs. His face nuzzled against them, hiding the blush forming. "Don't hide." Your hands cradled his face and he allowed you to bring him closer, until he was stood again. "So cute." He let you tug him between your legs, his hands landing on your spread thighs.

"M-Master..." Timmy whimpered as you ghosted your lips across his. "Timmy w-would like to kiss you again, n-nya."

You giggled. A thumb ran slowly across his bottom lip. "Would he?"

He nodded again before remembering what you had said. "Oh, yes." He whispered. He leaned forward and tried to ignore the sound of your soft, breathy laughs. "Please."

You decided the poor man had suffered long enough. You pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, to which he shivered, before finally letting him kiss you again. His tail swished appreciatively before landing in your hand. You wrapped around the fur, holding it softly as you licked a stripe across his lips. His mouth eased open teasingly, waiting until you were ready to push it open to let it hang. Your tongue slipped in easily and he moaned. Your hand left his tail and he whined softly, his eyebrows pinching up in the most frustrating way.

Timmy wanted you to touch him. He didn't care how or where. He just needed anything from you. His silent wishes were answered when your hands landed on his belt. His eyes widened and you pulled back. Both of you were panting. You licked your lips, chest heaving with each breath. Your hands stilled on him.

"Is this okay, Tim?" You asked quietly. He responded with a nod and you decided to give him a break. Just this once.

His belt was discarded on the stool beside you and his pants soon landed on the ground. His blush intensified and his hands crossed over the growing bulge in his boxers.

You cooed at the sight, motioning for him to come closer. He looked so...hesitant. Shy and almost scared. "Would you feel better if I..." Your hands hooked into your jeans and you tugged gently. "joined you?"

"Yes, master." Timmy watched as your jeans hit the floor. You were left in your black panties and tank top and he couldn't help but touch you. His hands landed on your arms, bringing you closer until he could kiss you. "Th-Thank you."

His words were muffled by your mouth and he loved it. Loved the feeling of being smothered by you. Your hands were all over him, your tongue owning his mouth, your strong legs leading him blindly back until he fell back onto the couch. He panted as he stared up at you. He looked so needy. So willing. He would let you do anything you wanted with a smile and a 'thank you, master' after.

"Such a pretty kitty." You cooed as you lowered yourself onto his lap.

Timmy nodded. "I'm your kitty." His hands landed on your thighs, nails digging gently into your skin. "All yours, master."

"Yeah? All mine?" Your hips settled against his and you watched with a smile as he writhed. You grabbed his chin, making him look at you. "If you had told me yesterday I was gonna be sitting on the lap of the cat clock on my wall..."

Timmy let out a giggle with you, fighting the urge to thrust his hips against yours. You were just barely sitting on him, putting the smallest amount of weight on his poor, hard boner and he wanted nothing more than for you to fuck him already. He couldn't even bring himself to tease you. Make you wait for it. He couldn't make you do anything. You, though? Oh, you could make him do anything.

"Can I..." You hummed softly, hand dancing across the hem of his black and white striped boxers.

Timmy nodded eagerly, his hips rising as if offering himself to you. Another quiet laugh escaped you as you freed him from his boxers. He mewled as soon as your hand wrapped around his painfully hard cock. He clutched desperately onto your thighs, nails leaving streaks of red, angry skin in their wake.

"So, so pretty." You whispered, face nudging gently against his. "Your noises. Your face...mm...you." You pressed your free hand into his chest and could feel the vibrations rattling from him. He was purring. "Prettiest kitty I've ever seen."

“Promise?” He asked quietly. His voice was so meek, whispered and gentle in your ear.

You cupped his face in your hands and pecked his lips. “I promise, Timmy.”

You stroked him slowly, watching each and every reaction that slipped from the man. He was so expressive. You tightened around his shaft and his head fell back. You sped up and his tail coiled around your arm as if to stabilize himself. Finally, you gently squeezed and swirled the head of his angry, needy cock with your fingers and he came with a drawn out yowl.

“Oh, oh, oh…” He gasped with each extra swipe you gave him, back arching slightly against you. “M-Master…” He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, the purring emitting from his chest only growing more intense. “Thank you.”

“I should be thanking you.” You giggled. Your eyes found the mess he’d left on your shirt. He glanced apologetically up at you and you kissed the worry from his face. He took one of the cleaning cloths from his pocket and moved to swipe it off, but stopped when one of your fingers beat him to it. Your finger swiped slowly through the thick, white mess covering your stomach. With a hum, you took it into your mouth. “Never had anyone so sweet…”