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Zayne’s ears twitched at the sound of a door opening and a friendly chime sounding to let them all know that a new customer had arrived to the Destiny Cat Cafe. He set aside his book and stood from his chair at the front register to greet them with a small smile. His fluffy tail waved in s-shapes behind him and he intentionally turned his fluffy ears forward attentively. 

“Welcome.” He said politely to the young woman who’d entered the cafe. “Do you have an appointment?”

“Ah, no. This is my first time here, I hope that’s okay.” she stuttered, cheeks pink with embarrassment. Zayne offered her kind green eyes and slid a thin datapad forward across the glass countertop. 

“It’s no trouble at all. Take a look at who’s available today, and see if you’d like to meet anyone specific. You can see who’s available now, or make an appointment if you don’t mind waiting.” Zayne said kindly. 

The woman flipped through the profiles on the screen, looking at all of the pictures of catboys in their element with smiling faces. How was she supposed to choose? Her scrolling stopped at a picture of the cat in front of her, a tall, quiet mainecoon.

“Zayne?” said the woman, looking up at him with interest. Zayne nodded. 

“That would be me.” he confirmed.

“It says you don’t have any bookings, is today your day off?” she asked him curiously. 

“No,” Zayne shook his head, a hint of his own embarrassment licking at his insides. “I just help out with other functions of the shop as well. But it means that my schedule stays open for newcomers who need assistance with the experience.”

“Yawn.” teased a musical voice as another cat slid next to Zayne. Dressed casually in a lavender blouse and slacks, his features were plush fairy-like with dreamy purple eyes and dark violet hair that showed off his devon rex ears. His chocolate tail quivered in interest and he leaned forward across the counter to take the woman’s hand and lift it to his lips with a wink. “Our Zayne is always so formal. I bet you came to have a little fun didn’t you, cutie?”

The young woman looked conflicted, as if she was offending Zayne. Zayne kept his expression calm and pleasant. 

“This is Rafayel.” Zayne said with a soft nod, fighting his ears not to press back in irritation. 

“Come on,” Rafayel said, running his thumb over the back of her hand in an obvious flirt. “I’m really good for beginners. Have lunch with me, yeah?”

Clearly taken by his playful nature and overt flirting, she nodded and set the datapad back on the counter. Zayne checked them in as they walked away, Rafayel whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Zayne scowled, ears flattening. How many times had he told Rafayel to get a name first? There was a limit to how many “Cuties” he could check in with the computer system. He thought of his empty schedule and embarrassment threatened to burn at his cheeks. 

“Don’t take it personally.” Caleb said, rising from an empty table to lean back on the counter to keep Zayne company, striped tail idling behind him. “He’s been doin’ that all morning. He’s just jealous because a certain caracal is booked solid today.”

Zayne felt his cheeks flush as he tried not to look at the tall wildcat in the corner of the room, but he couldn’t help himself. At a table for two pulled up to a plush upholstered bench sat their most popular cat. Sylus’ long ears sat naturally relaxed on the top of his silver hair and the tip of his tail made slow swipes up and down in contentment as a star-struck woman in her twenties fed him a strawberry. Sylus’ eyes closed as his pointed eye teeth sunk into the fruit the corners of his mouth upturned in a sly smile. Zayne could hear him purring all the way from the counter. One of Sylus’ eyes opened to flick over to Zayne’s obvious staring and Zayne quickly looked away. 

Sylus was the only wildcat employed by the cafe. Miss Owner had been hesitant to take him on because of his evidently capricious nature, but he fit in well with the rest of the domestics and they quickly learned that many of their customers liked his mischievous swagger and his dangerous appearance. There was something sultry and primal about him by nature that made people swoon. He was a direct contrast to Zayne, who hadn’t had a return booking in weeks. 

Zayne had no problem with himself. He was punctual, put together and polite. He was helpful around the cafe, helping with food service, managing the check in systems, and taking appointments. He was certainly handsome enough, but Rafayel was correct; he was so formal. He couldn’t help it. For some reason, the instincts of his breed to be selective and discerning had just flowed too well into his human personality. He felt more human than cat most days, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t bother him. He couldn’t even purr. What kind of cat couldn’t purr?

“Caleb, how do you purr?” Zayne asked, resting his cheek on his closed fist as he sat back down at the counter. Caleb’s ears twitched and his tail flicked back and forth as he thought. 

“It just comes natural, I guess.” Caleb admitted, smile sheepish at Zayne’s huff. “But I still have to lean into it when it happens, you know? Like for me, I wanna purr when I’m excited and happy. Or when someone touches me in juuust the right spot behind my ears.”

“I see.” Zayne said tersely, tail snapping in distaste. He’d asked the other two how they did it as well, and hadn’t gotten any closer to finding his own purr. 

“For me, it happens when I’m completely relaxed.” Xavier had said with a yawn, his fluffy silver tail coiling around him. “Especially if I’m about to fall asleep.”

“There’s lots of things that make me purr, but it happens the most when I’m getting attention.” Rafayel had said with a satisfied smile.

“You haven’t asked Sylus.” Caleb pointed out at Zayne’s sullen expression. “Maybe he’s got some pointers.”

“He’s busy. Completely booked for today. No time.” Zayne said a little too quickly. Caleb raised an eyebrow at the red on his cheeks. 

“Uh-huh.” he said sarcastically. “Suit yourself, liar. When’s my first booking?” 

The door at the entrance of the shop chimed and a man in his mid-twenties with a mop of curly hair walked into the cafe. Zayne nodded his head. 

“Now.” he deadpanned. 

“Alex!” Caleb said happily, pulling his regular into a warm hug. Zayne got him checked in, and Caleb led him away with an arm around his shoulder, purring excitedly. 

Show-off. Zayne thought with a twitch of his ears. He sighed and went to work around the cozy cafe, bringing out food orders and keeping an eye on the door and register. Rafayel was laughing with the girl from earlier who seemed far more relaxed now, and dotted a swipe of whipped cream from her strawberry cake on her nose with a wink. Xavier was lounging on one of the benches in his cozy sweater with his head draped on another woman’s lap and purred as she gently scratched him behind the ears. Caleb and Alex were playing a riveting game of kitty cards, and Zayne suspected that the reason Alex was so behind were the long glances to Caleb’s impressive biceps.

Zayne cleaned off a table close to Sylus and tried not to let his eyes wander, but perked up when the girl he was with got up to leave and met her at the register. 

“Will you be rebooking with us?” Zayne said with a pleasant face. He could smell Sylus on her and it made his tail bristle in interest. She nodded eagerly.

“Yes please! I don’t know what I’d do without my weekly Sylus appointment.” She giggled looking over at Sylus who was lounging back against the spot they’d occupied. Sylus gave a sharp smile and a flirty wave right back. “Isn’t he just amazing?”

Zayne cleared his throat, and charged her card, ears smoothing down into a flat line on his head before he willed them to stand up straight. 

“Thank you for coming in today, I have you booked for the same time next week, and your payment has processed.” Zayne said, forcing his customer service smile. She thanked Zayne cheerily and strode out the door. Zayne returned to the table he’d abandoned before, clearing up a tray of dishes to bring to the back of the cafe. His ears twitched and he swore he could feel eyes on him, burning a hole through the back of his soft sweater. His tail snapped, and he stood tall, refusing to acknowledge the caracal behind him. 

The morning developed as it usually did, with the others taking on client after client for a nice lunch date or a simple cup of tea one on one. They got the full date experience, all full of flirting, cuddles, and friendly conversation, and Zayne was at the front counter with his book. He let out a sigh and shook his head. It was fine. He was more of an introvert anyway. As long as he worked, he knew Miss Owner wouldn’t mind. 

Zayne’s green eyes narrowed, and his tail shook when he saw a quick flicker across the page. His eyes scanned the book. What was that? He let out a huff and went back to reading only to see it again. This time, his hand darted out to smack the page of his book, and he frowned at the glowing red dot on the back of his hand. Before he could roll his eyes it was on the move again and his instinct to catch and trap it overrode his concentration. Zayne dropped his book, standing up to smack the counter with one hand and then the other, tail quivering in excitement when he finally covered it and saw the red dot shining on his skin yet again. 

Zayne chittered indignantly and whipped around, only to see Sylus sitting at an empty table on his break, grinning at him with a silver pen-lazer twirling in between his fingers. Zayne felt his lip curl in annoyance and picked up his book to set on the counter. He marched up to Sylus, tail snapping to and fro as he went. 

“I suppose you think you’re funny.” Zayne said coldly, folding his arms in front of his chest. Sylus’ scarlet eyes were full of mirth as he rose from his chair tossing the laser pointer up in the air and catching it.

“Of course not.” he crooned, smirk only adding to Zayne’s irritation. “I’m helping you.”

“And how exactly do you think you can help me?” Zayne said with a roll of his eyes. Sylus shrugged as he played with the laser pointer. 

“People always speak to you so formally, they treat you like the manager of this place, it’s no wonder you’ve forgotten how to be a cat.” Sylus said. 

“I know how to be a cat. That’s ridiculous.” Zayne said tersely. 

“Oh, I know.” Sylus said, waving the laser pointer in front of his face. “But you’re so human during the day. You hide it away. When’s the last time anyone’s given your poor ears some attention?”

Before Zayne could stop him, Sylus brought long fingers to Zayne’s face, scratching him under the chin gently. Zayne dropped his arms, intending to bat his hand away when Sylus worked up to the fur of his ears, massaging the skin of his scalp firmly around them. He closed his eyes, and the feeling had him entranced. It was tingly, warm, and spreading down his face. He let out a calm sigh, taking in Sylus’ dark amber scent as Sylus scratched him behind the ears. 

Warmth built between his legs and at his chest, developing into a low sound.

“More…” Zayne moaned and Sylus froze. Zayne bunted into his hand and opened his eyes to see why he’d stopped. Sylus was looking at him with wide eyes and pink cheeks. Zayne’s face went pale in horror. 

He hadn’t purred. What had just come out of his mouth was a very human, very loud moan. His veins turned to ice and his ears swiveled and went into a flat line as the humiliation soaked in. He glanced around and realized that everyone was staring at him. All the guests, and the rest of the staff. Rafayel smacked a hand to his mouth to suppress a giggle. 

“Zayne, don’t be embarrassed. It’s in our nature.” Sylus said calmly, trying to center him, but all Zayne wanted to do was hide. His face reddened and he turned on his heel to walk towards the kitchen as quickly as possible, tail thumping behind him. 

Zayne tried to shake off the feeling of eyes on him as he burst through the kitchen doors where a familiar face was kneading dough for cinnamon rolls. She had the kindest face Zayne had ever seen, and he regarded her as a friend even though he worked at her business. She’d opened her arms to all of them; she paid them, let them live in the apartments upstairs for free, and fed them. She always let the boys have days off and vacations, and if they needed anything, she was a listening ear. That’s exactly what Zayne needed now. 

“Miss Owner.” Zayne said, trying to keep his voice straight. She looked up at him, concern filling her face. Zayne wilted. He didn’t like to make her worried. “I need the rest of the day off.”

Her concern deepened and shock added to the mix in her expression. Zayne hadn’t taken a day off in months without her basically forcing him to, and he looked awfully flushed. 

“What is it, Zayne? Are you okay? You look like you have a fever.” She washed her hands and approached him, reaching for his face. Zayne’s ears flattened and he backed away skittishly. 

“I’m fine, I just need some rest.” he said, not meeting her gaze. She nodded slowly at him, hand up and taking a step back to respect his space. 

“It’s okay Zayne, take all the time you need.” she said apprehensively. She looked like she had more to say, but Zayne was already darting away, taking the back exit of the kitchen out to find the stairs to the attached rooms above. Zayne cringed with shame. It had been such a simple thing, and he’d just run away like that? 

He tried to calm down, blowing through the main door that led to hallways for all five separate rooms and a living area for them all to share. Zayne exhaled, his ears still flat and his tale going wild in agitation. It was barely afternoon, and the others wouldn’t be back until early evening, so Zayne had some time to himself to think. He huffed at the memory of Rafayel's stupid smug face trying not to laugh at him. He shoved his shoes off and walked to the private sunroom to glance at a plush near the window. It was small, felt, and shaped like a fish. Undoubtedly Raf’s. Zayne swiped it and marched to the potted ficus, digging into the freshly watered soil with his fingers and dropping the beloved toy inside of the shallow hole to cover back up again. 

Zayne felt vindicated as he washed his hands, ignoring how incredibly petty he was being at present. He grimaced, slightly ashamed of himself, but didn’t bother to dig the toy fish back up. The room was spacious, with cushions and toys and shiny baubles everywhere to them to interact with. The afternoon sun shined through the large window, creating a perfect sunbeam on the ground, and that was exactly where Zayne curled up on the soft structure of lined tatami mats, curling into a comfortable position to feel the warmth. 

He pursed his lips, wondering why he wasn’t mad at Sylus. After all, this whole thing had been his fault, hadn’t it? The heat he’d felt earlier flickered between his legs and he felt a flush of slick at his core. He swallowed, balling his fist to keep from touching himself. What was with him? Zayne squeezed his eyes shut, and fell into a much-needed nap. 

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Gently, through the fog of sleep, Zayne felt familiar massaging pressure against his head, in a perfect spot behind his ear. His ear twitched and Zayne squirmed, head leaning into the touch as a sound bubbled in his chest. His lips parted softly as a steady, sweet purr tumbled from his chest, sending a warm tingle through his face and torso. It felt wonderful to purr, he felt his body buzzing and warm. His head felt fuzzy; what a wonderful dream.

And then another purr joined the chorus, rich like velvet and loud like thunder. Zayne felt heat pool in his core at the harmony they made and his hips rolled as he squirmed. Lazily he opened his eyes and found himself staring directly into the scarlet feline eyes that had disarmed him earlier. This was no dream. Zayne felt himself go rigid, ears swivelling and tail puffing as his lips drew into a low warning hiss that creased the ridge of his nose and displayed his sharp eye teeth at the shock of someone suddenly towering above him on all-fours. 

Sylus backed off, putting both hands up as he stood on his knees above Zayne. His short, compact tail formed swirls behind him and his ears twitched in excitement to give away what was behind the smirk on his face. Zayne noted that it was dimmer in the room, Sylus was surely off shift if his soft black sweater and the light scent of soap from a shower was anything to go by.

“What are you upset about? You purred, didn’t you?” Sylus said with a smile. “You did it. Looks like you are in touch with your feline side after all, Zayne.”

The low warning yowl that was tutting out of Zayne’s throat stopped. Zayne stared at him. He was right; he had found his purr. Sylus wanted to capture Zayne’s dumfounded look on canvas to hang in his room. Cute. he thought. 

“Go on.” Zayne demanded, true to form for a regal domestic cat if you asked Sylus. 

“You keep finding it when you lower the human mask a little. You just need to loosen up.” Sylus said easily, examining his nails as his tail curled through the air deviously. Zayne rolled his eyes. Nothing was ever simple with Sylus. He seemed to love getting a rise out of him. Zayne tail thumped impatiently.

“I assume you have a suggestion.” Zayne said tersely, frowning at the man above him, but taking no action to fight him off. 

Sylus caught a scent through the air, floral like jasmine. It certainly belonged to Zayne, but there was a dark headiness to it and Sylus felt his mouth water. His pupils widened, and he forced himself to keep his face in check even if his ears turned and quivered. Zayne eyed him suspiciously, but Sylus kept his unwavering eye contact until he looked away to blink. Can’t scare him off just yet. Sylus told himself. 

From his pocket, Sylus drew a small cloth bundle, unwrapping it to reveal a mouse toy. 

“Why not access the primal side with me?” Sylus offered. “Just turn off the human brain for a bit.”

Zayne looked at him skeptically. 

Sylus leaned in, back on one of his forearms to bring them much closer together.

“Come on, kitten. One little taste.” Sylus crooned at him, holding the catnip filled mouse in front of his face. 

Zayne caught his lip on one of his fangs and pondered. What did he have to lose? The earthy scent of the catnip and Sylus’ mixed along with it was so tempting. To hell with it.

“Alright.” Zayne nodded, and Sylus chuckled at him which flattened Zayne’s ears and narrowed his eyes. Sylus put the mouse between his teeth. Zayne was so fun to mess with. 

Sylus lowered his head an excited purr rumbling from his chest as he held the mouse to Zayne’s nose and lips. For a moment, Zayne thought of hissing again or batting him away, but stayed as the scent gripped him.  It was grassy, sweet, and it mixed perfectly with the dark amber he’d smelled earlier. Apprehensively, Zayne took the other side of the soft toy between his teeth and inhaled, letting his eyes close. 

It was like being bathed in the afternoon sun. He felt warm from head to toe, and right behind that lull of warmth, he felt a spike of energy. Zayne’s back arched just a little and his hips bucked up at the feeling of another wave of arousal. His tongue flicked out to taste the herb through the cloth, and Sylus watched him give in. 

Sylus brought a hand back to Zayne’s soft ears and felt it between his fingers with gentle friction. Zayne erupted in a purr underneath him, mouth going slack around the catnip. His pupils widened and Sylus tiled his head in curiosity. It was all the time he had before Zayne pounced.

Zayne’s body responded and he used a new burst of energy to brace his hands against Sylus shoulders and push him hard, using Sylus’ surprise to pin him on his back and reverse their positions. The catnip mouse tumbled to the side, and Zayne took the opportunity to place a messy kiss against Sylus’ lips, his purr reverberating out of him like an engine as he swiped his tongue on Sylus’ bottom lip and tried to pry his mouth open with his tongue.

The catnip had electrified Zayne from ears to tail, leaving hims shuddering from pent up tension released now, but it had the opposite effect of Sylus. Sylus mellowed, enjoying the feeling of lips sucking against his teeth and a heat pressing directly against his in slow tandem. Sylus raised a lazy hand to Zayne’s face to work back up to his ears and Zayne nuzzled aggressively into the feeling. 

Zayne pulled away from Sylus’ mouth, and everything was heightened. The sensation of his own purr, the velvet warmth of Sylus underneath him, the pulse at his neck. Zayne dipped low to lift his jaw and try to scent Sylus with both sides of his jaw against his pulse, and Sylus lifted hand to pull him closer, as close as he could be. The scorching flush against his back was driving Zayne crazy. He pulled back again with a chitter to drag his sweater off of his torso and rolled to the side to undo his pants. He angled a gaze to Sylus and pulled at his black sweater with force.

“Off!” he demanded. Sylus chuckled at him, and that made a growl catch in Zayne’s throat. Did he not understand? Did he not get how hot Zayne felt under his clothes right now? He wasn’t moving fast enough. Zayne grabbed at the hem of Sylus sweater and sucked in a breath as Sylus’ hand flashed to his wrist to grip tightly. 

“I hear you, kitten.” he said, voice thick with euphoria. “Patience.”

Zayne looked with glassy eyes at Sylus’ long fingers wrapped around his wrist and pressed his forehead against them, scenting them along his jawline while a purr sounded from his throat. It felt so good to purr. Once he started, he couldn’t stop. The sticky heat of his core continued to thrust against Sylus until he pulled his hand away with a jolt. Zayne tried to refocus as Sylus pulled away as if he'd been pushed, shaking his head. As Zayne scrambled out of his pants, Sylus finally got a mind to undress himself and Zayne felt his heartbeat quicken and his pupils flex wide at the sight of Sylus' heavy cock, hard and long and just for him. 

Sylus looked at Zayne and his mouth watered at the sight of a perfect pussy between his legs, slick and ready for his tongue. Sylus rose to his hands and knees as Zayne worked his pants off of his ankles, circling the main coon with lithe, long strokes of a predator to pounce on him with a quiver of his tail. Zayne tried to struggle but was pinned down by his hips by two strong hands and the weight of a hot, slick tongue crowding his cunt with primal intensity. 

 Zayne dug his fingers into the tatami fibers around him, back arching as Sylus devoured him, swiping his long tongue through the folds of his pussy and growling with the taste of that floral jasmine he’d been smelling on him all day. 

“More.” Zayne choked out through every moan and yelped as Sylus attached his lips to his clit, pressing his nose into the expertly groomed tuft of jet-black hair on his pulsing skin where the scent was more concentrated. He felt alive, on fire, mindless as Sylus worked him over from slit to clit, tongue exploring his entrance like he owned it already. A foreign mewl toppled out of Zayne’s throat mingled with a whimper as he grinded his hips against Sylus’ wet friction, and Sylus applied ruthless suction to his clit until Zyane felt a new wave of slick usher in a powerful orgasm and a loud moan as he orgasmed against Sylus’ skillful tongue. 

The moans continued, because Sylus wasn’t going to let up now, licking his folds and thighs clean with long languid strokes. Zayne shuddered, crumbling under his touch, but he was too far gone to care. He’d never felt this intensity, not on this level, and certainly not on the nights he spent in his bed with a pillow in his teeth and fingers in his pussy alone. 

Sylus made a show of plunging his long fingers into Zayne's sensitive pussy, scissoring them and tapping at every spot inside of him until he found a give, watching Zayne intently for where he might be the most sensitive. Zayne’s eyes watered and his soft moans and purrs were music to Sylus’ sensitive ears. Slowly, he drew out of his cunt and made pure eye contact as he sucked his fingers into his mouth to remember the taste of him. Zayne swallowed, unsure how he’d keep himself from cumming again so soon. 

“How do you feel, kitten?” Sylus preened between licks to his fingers slicked with Zayne’s arousal. Zayne keened. 

“I want more.” Zayne begged. “It’s so good, but it’s not enough…”

“So greedy.” Sylus purred as his cleaned himself. “You act as though you’d like my knot.”

“Yes.” Zayne said, eyes snapping wide and desperate as if it was the greatest idea he'd heard all day. He sat up to grab Sylus by the wrist and laid back to drag him close while his tail stuttered in excitement and his hips rutted on their own. “I want it. Give it to me.”

Sylus’ sharp teeth glittered in the dimming light of the sunset through the window as Zayne pulled him down to lick at the bottom of his chin and inner neck in an attempt to catch his scent on his tongue. 

“Look who’s finally given in.” Sylus teased him playfully as Zayne’s tongue spurred a new rumble in his chest. 

“Enough words.” Zayne complained, a feline warning sound tearing out of him savagely. Sylus rutted against his folds with his thick cok as he looked at Zayne affectionately. I’ve created a monster.

Before too long, Sylus found it impossible to rut properly through the frantic stuttering if Zayne’s hips and slick and pulled away. Zayne let out a feline hiss in frustration, looking up at him scornfully. Sylus gripped himself, standing back on his knees. 

“You think you’re ready for this, kitten, let’s see it then.” he demanded, voice low, velvet, in control. “Present for me if you want it that badly.”

Zayne growled at him. His mind wanted to fight, and so did his mouth, but his weeping pussy pulsed with need. Sylus was devious. He’d put the idea of a fat knot in his head…this was Sylus’ fault, not his! Zayne lifted himself up on the tatami with a spiteful glare and flipped over. He pressed his chest into the soft weave of the floor and felt the natural pain-pleasure stretch as he lifted his ass into the air to give Sylus access to his cunt once again, fluffy tail aloft and straight and curling enticing patterns above his ass. 

“You’re so interested in this, and yet before tonight, you wouldn’t speak five words to me. Why, Zayne?” Sylus asked with a fake-sad tone as he rubbed his length against the lips of Zayne’s pussy in a taunt. His own tail flicked and quivered and his instincts shouted at him to tear Zayne apart and pump him with a litter, but who would he be if not an expert at teasing?

“You…can’t be serious.” Zayne shuddered out, mouth watering and threatening to make him drool with anticipation as he clawed the floor in front of him. 

“Of course I am.” Sylus said gliding the head of his cock through zayne’s folds to bully his clit. “Can’t you see I’ve been so desperate for you?”

Zayne swallowed, bringing control into the situation for the first time. No, not control, the desire to outlast Sylus.

“You get enough attention. I think you’re doing well on your own.” Zayne grumbled with an annoyed chitter. Sylus dropped the pretense, and plunged two fingers deep into Zayne’s cunt smoothly, glided by the sheer amount of arousal he was giving off. Zayne gasped, a moan knocked out of him with the sheer surprise of the movement.

“You think I’m satisfied to be fed berries all day like a domestic?” Sylus growled at him, teasing his cockhead at his entrance with a bite to his hip that left Zayne tense and moaning. “No. It’s you. Day in and day out, separate from the pack, the fruit no one else can taste. It’s you. And I want you now.”

Zayne felt himself flutter against Sylus’ fingers and choke out stuttered moans against his cock. It was clear; they were both desperate for it, but neither wanted to break under pressure that stretched them like a brittle rubber band until one of them snapped. Who would break? Zayne swallowed, moaning and twisting under Sylus’ fingers. He came to a conclusion. All he had to do was say the right words and Sylus would break first, but so would he right along with him. Zayne decided that it was worth it. He ached to be filled…

“Then take me.” Zayne said softly, turning his glassy green eyes to pout in Sylus’ direction. Those scarlet eyes he’d admired from afar went nearly black in the way his pupils widened. Zayne didn’t have to say another word.

The classic hiss of a caracal; deep, severe and commanding thrust itself into the air. His teeth on full display, nose ridged, tongue curled, and tufted ears angled back to show how fierce and serious he was. Zayne felt himself crumble underneath the sound, pussy quivering as Sylus pulled his fingers out of his cunt and directly slide his waiting cock deep, deep inside of him.

Zayne’s legs had begun to cramp with the presentation and the tense, deep thrusts he was being given now only added to the tension. He keened, deep gutteral moans and whimpers being fucked out of him. Both of them were running on instinct, no longer capable of human speech as they fucked. Sylus pushed forward to shove his slick-coated fingers into Zayne’s mouth, bullying past his sharp teeth as if they were nothing. 

Zayne gagged on the sudden intrusion, but licked at the taste of himself, drooling around Sylus’ fingers as if he were sucking his cock. Neither wanted it to end. Both of them wanted to draw this out, but the felines inside of them were sprinting towards the finish. 

Zayne made it first, cumming with an impressive spurt of slick and a bloom of purring that consumed him and enhanced his orgasm in a way he’d never thought possible. 

Sylus let out a wildcat cry, his hiss preceding the savage bite to Zayne’s shoulder to keep him still while his knot swelled and took root in his perfect pussy. Zayne felt his throat convulse and his cries muffled as he felt burst after burst of hot spend claim his insides. Zayne lost the strength to hold himself up and folded to the floor, and Sylus was right behind him, falling with him to place calming licks at the shoulders while Zayne purred in appreciation. 

It was perfect, Everything Zayne felt he’d been missing. He’d needed this so much. Sylus nuzzled into Zayne with a deep wild chirping sort of purr that made Zayne feel safe. 

They could have stayed there all night, just cuddling. But their afterglow was interrupted by a heavy sound of a door swinging open, and a very annoying devon rex marching in with his ears flattened against his head in anger. 

“Which one of you took my fish!?” Rafayel glowered, folding his hands over his chest.