Munkustrap, like every respectful craftsman, has several tools in his toolkit. He alternates his methods, absolutely showering her in attention and affection. He kisses her, touches her, knows every bit of her body as well as his own and knows exactly where to touch, how to touch to leave her dripping wet and ready for more. I’m not sure if it can even be called foreplay, because that would suggest that it stops once the real action starts, which is not the case at all. 

He never loses motivation or the desire to explore her body, to leave her trembling and gasping in his arms. He’s entirely enamored by her, as she is with him. She’s never one to sit idle and let him do everything, though it gets a little hard to think when he’s between her thighs, licking her until she’s so wet it coats his face. Munkustrap won’t admit it, but he likes making her feel so good that she can’t think. He likes ‘winning,’ and getting the privilege of doing the work. Whenever she’s in charge, and he lies back, he’s putty in her paws in a matter of minutes, no matter what she does, and it’s a little overwhelming, so he prefers to focus on her. 

On the whole they’re pretty civilized. It’s all saved for the den, or a private corner of the Junkyard, but that doesn’t mean it’s not passionate or exploratory. It’s so passionate and long-lasting and fucking amazing, frankly. Munkustrap always makes it last so long, takes his time making Demeter cum over and over again before he even properly fucks her. He’s desperate for it more than he’d like to admit, and she jokes that he’s sex crazed, but he won’t deny it. He’s always been a devoted partner both sexual and otherwise, but until her, he’s never thought about sex so much in his life. It’s exhilarating and freeing, really. 

It’s the intimacy of it that really gets him going, knowing that she trusts him to do whatever she wants, to push her to her limits but never past them. And Demeter loses her mind every time. Her times with Macavity were really good too, but in an entirely different way. Being with Munkustrap is so much more impactful, more wonderful, and she can’t imagine going without it for more than two weeks. Just thinking about his touch drives her nuts sometimes. He has changed not only her perspective on life, but her perception of herself, and everything in between. He’s explored her body reverently, thoroughly like nobody ever has. Hell, he’s the only tom that has ever made her squirt. She didn’t think it was even possible until it happened, and boy was he smug about it. 

As far as inviting other cats into their activities, it’s not something that happens often. Only two have ever been extended an invitation. Demeter and Mungojerrie have a very special friendship, and tons of history together. He’s the only tom she trusts as much as Munkustrap, and there isn’t exactly romance between them, but something deep and strong that ties them together. There’s hardly any boundaries between them, and that extends to the physical. Mungo’s pretty submissive sexually, and Demeter and Munkustrap have lots of fun giving him what he needs. It’s also pretty exciting for everyone involved when Munk fucks Mungo while he eats Demeter out. 

The other cat invited was Alonzo. He and Munkustrap have always been close and have flirted around with each other when they were younger, but didn’t seem to work out on the long term, functioned better as friends and confidants. But he’s the perfect tom for the job when Munkustrap is so stressed that even Demeter can’t settle him down. Alonzo fucks Munkustrap long and hard while Demeter says sweet things to him, kisses his neck and praises him, and it never fails to make him shoot off so hard that he can’t think about leaving the den for a day. 

So many feelings burned deep in Mungojerrie’s sternum as he laid chest to chest underneath the other cat. Munkustrap -his friend, the Jellicle protector -a cat whom without, the colony would crumble-.. a cat who would never love him back.

It was a thought that so painfully plagued the forefront of Mungojerrie’s mind when he was overcome with insatiable bliss. How could he, Munkustrap -pure, full hearted, kind- ever love someone like him?

The pain always lingered. Even still, Mungojerrie could enjoy these moments of closeness. Moments that he spent wrapped in Munkustrap’s arms with his hot breath tingling down his neck.

He felt himself so desperate for his touch, pushing up into him and pulling him in closer. His breath was fervent, desperate and drenched in pleasure. He leaned into Munk’s fingers as they caressed his cheek and his thumb pulled on his bottom lip.

One expertly delivered roll of Munkustrap’s hips forced a cry out of Jerrie and he shivered with pleasure. “M-Munk..” he breathed out, lips quivering. Munk moved away from his neck then, coming to Jerrie when he was called and kissed him so sweetly it made the tabby’s heart flutter.

Jerrie kissed him desperately and moaned into the kiss. He dug his claws into the soft flesh of Munk’s rear as he felt himself drawing nearer to heaven.

“Jerrie,” Munk whispered against his lips and shared his breath. “Jerrie.” His voice was barely audible, breathy and desperate. It made Mungojerrie’s body tingle with pleasure.

Jerrie threw his head back, mouth hanging agape as Munk’s thrusts quickened and his hand wrapped around his dick. “J-jerrieee.” The tabby only responded by moaning loudly and twisting his brows upwards.

He felt Munk’s hand against his chin again and his thumb dipped into Jerrie’s open mouth. Jerrie closed his lips around it, sucking it hard and breathing harshly through his nose. Munk slowly pulled his thumb out of Jerrie’s mouth, slicking the wet digit over Jerrie’s lips in circular motions. “Gorgeous.” Mungojerrie thinks he hears Munkustrap whisper, but he’s not sure as his orgasm comes closer and fogs his mind.

Mungojerrie’s body convulses and shakes as his orgasm hits him. He cries out a final time as he comes between their bodies and feels Munk’s lips pressed hard against his temple. A moment later Munkustrap is shuddering over him, breathing sharply through his nose and spilling hot fluid inside him.

Munkustrap settled down between Jerrie’s legs, laying chest to chest with him as they both catch their breath. The extra weight from Munk’s body comforts Jerrie and he wraps his arms around the grey Tom. He rolls his head to the side, letting his cheek rest against Munk’s nose.

They don’t move for a while. Not until Munk slowly peels his body away and leaves Jerrie cold and sober. His sense wakes up and he’s brought back to reality again.

He doesn’t look at Munkustrap when he returns with a cloth and wipes down their shared mess. He sits up and sighs, turning away from Munk when he’s done.

“Is everything okay?” Jerrie heard Munk’s voice, but he didn’t turn around. He brushed down his fur and glared at the ground. “Fine. Why ya asking?”

There was a short silence that followed. Then came Munkustrap’s confused, uncertain voice. “You seem.. upset.”

Mungojerrie ran a hand through his hair and blew on his lips, exasperated. “I’m not upset,” he grumbled and stood up. He briskly moved away, stopping only a few steps in to turn back to Munkustrap. The grey Tom was staring at him. There was worry in his eyes. Worry that Mungojerrie would normally want to console, but not now. “-If anything I should be thanking you.” The tabby lifted his arm to direct Munk’s attention back to the bed. “That was great. Came like, twice. Really, outdid yourself.”

The mock praise in Jerrie’s voice made Munk’s hair visibly stand on end. He puffed up, eyes going wide. He wasn’t sure if it was anger or fear that he was seeing and right now Jerrie didn’t care. Munk looked down, his tongue flicking out for a second to lick his lips as he thought. “Are you at least going to come to rehearsal tomorrow?”

Jerrie rolled his eyes.

“Listen. I’m up to my neck in work and the ball is in two weeks. I could really use your help,” Munkustrap stressed, sounding just as annoyed as he looked. Mungojerrie huffed, pulling on the bottom of his crop top and turned back. Of course it was the ball that Munk was worried about. “Sure, Munk. What the hell are friends for?” Jerrie spat. He moved to the exit and raised his hand to the door to leave.

Munkustrap’s hand slammed down atop Mungojerrie’s on the door and the tabby froze. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” Munk shouted behind him. His voice was so full of anger. It made Jerrie’s knees weak from fear.

They stayed like that for some time with Jerrie too afraid to move. Slowly, Munk’s hand loosened over his and he felt warm breath hit the back of his head as Munk sighed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have raised my voice,” he murmured calmly and took his hand away from the tabby’s.

Jerrie folded his lips into a thin line as what Munk said began to sink in. His heart twisted painfully in his chest and he swallowed thickly. “Then what are we?” He whimpered.

He shifted to look at Munk, but kept his body turned away from him. He crossed his arms over each other, holding himself while he stared at the grey tom’s uneasy expression. “If I’m not your friend then what am I?”

“Jerrie-“

“It was a mistake. The first time.. I shouldn’t have. I should’ve stopped you-“ Jerrie’s voice broke into a sob and he covered his mouth. Munk jolted into action, placing firm hands on Jerrie’s forearms to ground him. “Jerrie, no. That wasn’t your fault and you shouldn’t feel guilty. I kissed you.”

“You were upset!” Jerrie yelled, throwing Munk’s arms away. He sniffled and wiped his nose with his knuckles. “I’ve never seen you like that before and I should’ve pushed you away when you-.. but, I didn’t. I didn’t because I wanted it..,” he sighed heavily, turning his eyes to the floor. “It was so selfish of me to do that to you, Munks and.. and I’m so sorry for it.”

For a long time Munkustrap didn’t say anything. He just stared at Mungojerrie for the longest time and then his look softened. “Jerrie.” There was so much pain in Munk’s voice now and just hearing it made Mungojerrie flinch. “Jerrie, look at me.” The calico slowly brought his eyes back to him. He could see the remorse behind those saccharine eyes and felt worse knowing he’d caused it.

“I’m sorry for what happened, but I don’t regret it,” Munk sighed and raised a hand tentatively to Mungojerrie’s cheek. The thought to shy away from the touch came to Jerrie, but he couldn’t bear it. He needed that comforting touch now and accepted it, leaning into it and closing his eyes to focus on that feeling. “I regret the circumstance and I regret not talking to you about it afterwards...”

“Would ya have done the same if it was someone else?” Mungojerrie blurted. His voice was broken and barely audible.

Munk furrowed his brows and shook his head, clearly surprised by the question, but not angry. “No. Never,” he said sternly.

He exhaled softly, his expression flattening and he fell silent again, appearing to be choosing his next words carefully. “Jerrie, I’ve been the selfish one. I keep dragging you back into this. I didn’t think about how it was making you feel. I just-“ he stopped, clenching his jaw and looking down. “The truth is, these moments I’m with you.. away from everyone else. Being able to touch you... It’s the only time I can be close to you.”

Mungojerrie blinked his eyes open. Munkustrap looked calm as he spoke. His shoulders squared and his jaw tightened as he appeared to grow in confidence.

“Whaddaya mean by that?” Jerrie mumbled, barely moving his lips. “Don’t play with me, Munku. I mean it. That’s not fair-“

“Jerrie, I was in love with you.. am,” Munk interrupted, bringing his other hand to the calico’s face and gently caressing his cheeks with his thumbs. Mungojerrie’s eyes were wide and brimmed with tears. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. His body acted on impulse, launching forward and kissing Munk hard.

He wrapped his arms around him and pulled him snug against his body. The tears in his eyes finally spilled down his face when he closed his eyes and he breathed shakily against the grey Tom’s lips.

“Do you..” Munk began to ask and Jerrie nodded quickly, his nose bumping Munk’s cheek. “Yes. Been feeling it for so long, Munku,” Jerrie sniffled and buried his face in the grey tom’s shoulder.

Munkustrap threw his arms around the tabby and squeezed him hard. The force of it made Jerrie squeak, but he enjoyed it and felt as if in some odd way Munk was trying to pull him back together. “You’ve made me so happy just now,” Munkustrap chuckled and Jerrie could hear the beginning of a sob in those words. He peppered kisses on the side of Jerrie’s head. “Come on. Come on, stop crying.”

Jerrie breathed hoarsely. “I can’t help it. I don’t know why.. I just can’t stop.” He settled against Munk, taking in his warmth and trying to calm his breathing.

“Can you say it again?” Jerrie turned his head on Munk’s shoulder and closed his eyes tight. “I love you,” the grey Tom whispered.

“And again?”

“I love you.”

“Again?”

Munkustrap pushed a hard kiss to the side of Mungojerrie’s head then and whispered into his hair. “I love you.” Jerrie shuddered against him.

“Thank you,” he whimpered. “I love you too.”

Munk nuzzled against Jerrie’s head and let out a relaxed sigh. They stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, for some time before Munk spoke again. “Will you come to the call with me?”

Jerrie nestled his cheek into the grey tom’s shoulder and hummed. “I already was,” he mumbled.

“Yes. But, as my date?” Munkustrap elaborated with a chuckle and Jerrie smiled, opening his eyes. He turned his head, kissing Munk’s shoulder and nuzzling it with his nose. “Of course. If you don’t mind fighting off all the other toms that wanna go with me?” He giggled.

Munk laughed, running a soothing hand up and down Jerrie’s back. “Will Teazer be okay with going alone? I know you two normally come as a pair,” he asked and Mungojerrie murmured quietly.

“She won’t care. Might finally get her to ask Victoria.”

“Oh? I didn’t realize there was something between those two,” Munk thought out loud and Jerrie snorted. He pulled away from Munk’s shoulder and looked up at him. “No offense, Munku. But, you’re kinda hopeless when it comes to recognizing crushes,” he laughed.

Munk shook his head and leaned forward to plant a kiss to Jerrie’s forehead. “It’s a date.”

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Okay, wow. That’s so much longer than it was meant to be.